Losing my Mind
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Ron Weasley, is now 23 and has no knowledge of the wizarding world anymore. What happens when he is framed for a murder he didn't commit and thrown back into the wizarding world?
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2/11
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Chapter Two: Framed for the crime I didn't commit.
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After the incident at the Dursley's last week; Ron, Clancy, and Marius were placed in the Office doing paper work. The cheif had just come in from outside, with about what seemed like thirteen men following him. They silently marched into a office at the end of the hall and slammed the door behind them, shutting the blinds.
Ron sat at his desk drumming his fingers on it. He was looking over all the paper work that Clancy's punch had created.
"Ron," Clancy's head appeared over top of the cubicle. "You've always been my friend and I've always trusted you with my life even when you don't appear to be able to protect it. I know you will be able to protect yourself but since I'm your friend I'm going to give you a heads up."
Ron looked at Clancy confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Ron....someone thinks you killed Petunia Dursley," Clancy said. "I don't think you did it. So I'm telling...Leave now before they get here."
"I didn't kill her though!" Ron hissed, standing up.
"I know but the evidence against you is so immense that there would be no way to deny the false facts," Clancy replied, then looked behind him to the opening door. "Shit, there all ready here! Listen Ron, use the back door, stay away from you know where, and meet me at the mall near the flower shop tomorrow afternoon. I may have a way out of this."
Ron ducked and started to walk towards the back door.
"Thanks Clancy, I owe you one."
Clancy, who was usually a cheery man looked at him straight in the eye. "Hurry."
Ron needn't be told twice when he was about to get in trouble. When he had first come they had placed him under such hard conditions that he was forced to know when it was the right time to run. He rushed out the back door as fast as his legs would take him. He threw open the door and entered the empty alley way. Slipping as he went on the now rain filled path. He could hear them screaming to go after him. Ron turned his head, still running to see if they were coming. Apparently someone had given them a hint because as soon as he turned his head he spotted three people coming out of the back door yelling after him.
He swerved out of the alleyway onto the sidewalk. He wasn't looking where he was going because he ended up bumping into someone and getting throwing into the traffic. The rain blurred his vision and so he had to stick his hands out infront of him to stop a car from coming. His hands flew infront of him just as a car screeched to a stop. Ron's hands slammed hard on the metal, as if it would allow him the power to stop the car. He glanced in at the driver of the vehicle, a man most likely in his fifty's stared straight back towards him.
Ron found himself unable to move, he somehow recognized this man. Maybe he was from his past. Almost immediately though Ron was yanked from his thoughts when the police shouted at him again. He throw himself forward into yet another run across the streaming traffic.
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The man in the car however was none other then Mr. Granger. He knew Ron's face, and was shocked to see that he had almost run over his son-in- law. He then noticed all the police surrounding him. He dove and rolled down the window as fast as he could and shouted towards the suddenly running Ron.
"Ron, get in!"
Ron's head spun around and he looked around. Seeing no other alternative, he decided to take his chances with the man. He rushed back just as the man threw open the door. As soon as he jumped into the car, and the door was shut. The driver speed away from the cops.
Ron watched the police station and the men disappear from view before opening into a conversation.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Ron you don't remember me. It's only been five years."
"I'm sorry," Ron apologized. "I don't remember much from before."
"When you went missing the whole wizarding society sent out people. It was one of the most amazing things. I can't believe you were able to drain volder...oh sorry. He who must not be named, of his powers."
Ron looked at him perplexed. "Wait a minute sir, what do you mean wizarding society and who is he who must not be named."
"Ron, when you were seventeen Voldermort attacked Hogwarts, don't you remember?"
Ron shook his head. "Like I said I don't remember much. They think I've lost my memory from my former life."
The car seemed to swerve when Ron said this. "You mean you don't remember who you are?" he asked.
"Actually. I did remember my first name. Ron," he stated. "But who are you?"
"Henry Granger." The man said, as if not wanting to push the subject anymore.
Ron looked out the window noticing that there were no sirens after him. Marius and Clancy must have bought him some time. He could always trust the two, they had been the ones that found him. Clancy had brought him to the hospital, then took him home when they released him. That's when Ron realized he had a strong will to be a police officer. So Clancy helped him out with his studying and what not. When he had passed, the cheif had said that Clancy was to be his partner. The Cheif had never really trusted Ron, he had thought that Ron had been a criminal since he had no background except being in the hospital and pronounced with a lost memory.
"We can talk when we get inside the house." Henry said.
They traveled in silence until they approached another turn into a small neighbor hood, with all identical houses. Ron recognized the place only briefly from when he had been on a patrol. The car turned another corner and the houses continued. Finally they slowed down almost to a full stop and turned in to a driveway.
Henry stopped the car, sitting there for a moment.
"You will stay for the night then won't you?" he asked.
Ron thought about it for a moment. The police had probably given up chasing him because he didn't have any place to go but back to his home.
"All right." Ron said.
Henry opened the door and got out of the car. Ron followed him shutting the door to the car and walking up the drive towards the door. Henry opened the door and walked in. As soon as Ron entered the house, there was a strong smell of vanilla all around him. He closed his eyes and breathed it in. It was a distant smell that he had so longed to smell again.
"Rebeeca?" Henry called, taking off his coat and shoes.
"I'm in the kitchen." She shouted back.
Henry turned towards Ron who had just removed his shoes, and was trying to wring his clothes of the rain water.
"I'll get you a change of clothes." he said.
Ron was going to protest but the older man was already heading up the stairs. Shrugging Ron walked into the hallway looking around. It was very home like compared to Ron's house. Pictures crowded the walls. As he walked down the hall he looked at them. The first one seemed to be of what he figured had been Henry and this Rebecca's wedding. The next one was off a three year old girl, she was smiling like there would be no tomorrow. The third picture looked so frimiluar to him. A girl in her teens. Her hair was long and wavy brown. She was wearing a uniform, that Ron knew as well. He just could not seem to place her though.
"Henry, why are you walking in the hall...way."
Ron turned to the women that had now come out of the kitchen and into the hallway where he was glancing over the pictures. She was looking at him in disbelieve.
"Ron?" she asked.
"Yes." Ron said, he had become accustom to people knowing who he was and him not knowing who they were.
She rushed over to him and ignoring his wet clothes, she hugged him. "I can't believe your actually alive!" She grabbed him by the arm and dug him towards a small livingroom.
"Sit," she said. "I'll get you something to drink, your soaked to the bone."
The women rushed out of the room and Henry walked in, holding some clothes. "Here you are Ron, you can change in the bathroom just across the hall."
Ron nodded. He stood up and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. Flipping on the light he set the clothes on the counter and started to strip. He was pulling on the slacks that Mr. Granger had given him when he heard there voices come from the kitchen.
"Henry, We should tell Hermione."
"I know, but he's lost his memory."
There was silence and Ron thought they had finished so he started to change again. He was about to leave the bathroom when he heard them start talking again.
"The police were after him, he doesn't even know he's a wizard." Henry said.
"Do you think we should tell, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes, I think his parents will want to know. The fact that he's still alive is shock to us. Can you imagine Molly and Arthurs. After loosing Charles to a dragon. Finding out that Ron is still alive, should make then extremely happy."
The kettle suddenly went off and the talking stopped. Ron stood in the bathroom his hand on the doorknob.
"Charles dead?" His hand traveled from the doorknob to his face. He was crying and didn't know why. "I don't know who he is. So why am I crying?"
He wiped his eyes, choked on a sob and opened the door, heading back towards the livingroom.
"Oh there you are." Mrs. Granger said.
Ron smiled to her and sat down.
"Here you go dear."She said, setting down a cup infront of Ron.
"Thank you." He took the cup and sipped at it. It wasn't coffee but it tasted good none the less. Henry was sitting across from him on another chair, looking at the fire. Ron set the cup on his knee and looked around, but paused when he came to a picture that sat on the table beside him. He saw himself standing beside the girl in the hallway. She was in a wedding dress, grinning beside him. It wouldn't have come as a large shock except this picture was moving. He yelped almost throwing his cup on the floor when the him in the picture started to wave, and then kissed the girl on the cheek.
Rebeeca was almost immediately at his side. "What is it Ron?" she asked.
"The picture!" he exclaimed. "It's moving."
Rebeeca looked towards Henry then back towards Ron. "We know. It's enchanted to move."
Ron looked up at her. "What do you mean enchanted."
They looked at each other again. "Ron. We know this may be hard to understand, but before you lost your memory. Do you remember any of it?"
Ron nodded. "A bit. I sometimes blackout, and get glimpse of things I don't remember doing."
"All right. Ron. You are a Wizard." Rebeeca explained.
"You grew up with a family of eight. Your parents are Arthur, and Molly Weasley. Arthur works for the ministry of magic. It's like our government only they monitor magic users and other wizards. You have five older brothers. Charles, Bill, Percy, Fred, and George. Then you have a younger sister named Ginny. Do you understand what we're telling you Ron?"
Ron nodded. "I do, please continue."
"When you reached the age of eleven. You went to a school that would teach you how to use magic in everyday life," Henry continued. "You met a boy who's parents had been killed by Voldermort."
"Harry Potter?" Ron asked.
"Do you remember him?" asked Rebeeca hopefully.
"No, just a guess." Ron replied.
"Any how. Voldermort is an evil wizard that was trying to take over the ministry of magic, become like a ruler of the wizarding world, but when he tried to kill Harry he couldn't. No one knows why though. Anyway. He came back over the years. But when you had just graduated from Hogwarts, he attacked. He was going to kill Harry, and our daughter but you stepped in and somehow, you were able to steal his powers."
"Just a minute," Ron said, trying to compute all the information. "Who's the girl in this picture?"
Henry smiled. "That's you, and our daughter Hermione on your wedding day."
"So, you mean I'm married?"
"Yes. You asked her over the Christmas holidays in your seventh year at Hogwarts."
Ron nodded. "All right, but I still don't know why I've lost my memory."
Rebeeca looked at the picture. "When you touched him to steal his powers, you were somehow transported away."
"No one knew where you had gone. Both you and Voldermort disappeared. Hermione and Harry had told the ministry what happened and a search crew was sent out," Henry said. "No one found you, until now."
"When you almost ran me over with your car." Ron finished.
Rebeeca looked at Henry shocked. He looked towards the ground, then gulped down the rest of his tea.
"Why were you running from the police?" Henry asked.
Ron wanted to scream out at the question but didn't. "I am a police officer." he stated.
"Then why were they chasing you?" Rebeeca questioned picking up all the empty cups.
"I was framed for a murder I didn't commit." he said.
Henry stood up. "Well even so. You are family."
"Thanks, but I really don't think you should get involved." Ron replied.
Henry looked down at him. "I most certainly will."
Ron didn't know what to say. He was trying to sound like it wasn't a problem but there was a large problem.
"If they find out that your harboring a criminal then you'll be arrested." Ron replied.
"True, but I still intend on getting involved." Mr. Granger shouted.
Ron shook his head. "I can't go back to my house. They're going to be there. If you get involved I won't stay here. So where would I go."
"Hermione's." Rebeeca said, coming back into the livingroom.
"You can go tonight. Sure it is a little late, but she's probably awake." Henry stated.
"How far away is Hermione's?" asked Ron.
"Not far, if you travel by Floo powder." Rebeeca said, walking over to the fire place and grabbing a box of glittering sand.
"Go on Ron." Henry said, pushing Ron towards the fireplace.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
They looked at each other.
"Oh, I've seen Hermione do this a million times." Rebeeca said. "Step into the fire place, take some on this powder in your hand, and when you drop it say where you want to go."
Ron stepped into the fireplace, and took some of the powder. "I don't know what to say but thanks." He said.
"Oh don't worry about it Ronald. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other more often." Henry replied.
"All right," Rebeeca said. "Now before you drop the powder say. 'Number 14 Diagon Alley."
Ron nodded and did as told.
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Ron Weasley, is now 23 and has no knowledge of the wizarding world anymore. What happens when he is framed for a murder he didn't commit and thrown back into the wizarding world?
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2/11
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Chapter Two: Framed for the crime I didn't commit.
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After the incident at the Dursley's last week; Ron, Clancy, and Marius were placed in the Office doing paper work. The cheif had just come in from outside, with about what seemed like thirteen men following him. They silently marched into a office at the end of the hall and slammed the door behind them, shutting the blinds.
Ron sat at his desk drumming his fingers on it. He was looking over all the paper work that Clancy's punch had created.
"Ron," Clancy's head appeared over top of the cubicle. "You've always been my friend and I've always trusted you with my life even when you don't appear to be able to protect it. I know you will be able to protect yourself but since I'm your friend I'm going to give you a heads up."
Ron looked at Clancy confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Ron....someone thinks you killed Petunia Dursley," Clancy said. "I don't think you did it. So I'm telling...Leave now before they get here."
"I didn't kill her though!" Ron hissed, standing up.
"I know but the evidence against you is so immense that there would be no way to deny the false facts," Clancy replied, then looked behind him to the opening door. "Shit, there all ready here! Listen Ron, use the back door, stay away from you know where, and meet me at the mall near the flower shop tomorrow afternoon. I may have a way out of this."
Ron ducked and started to walk towards the back door.
"Thanks Clancy, I owe you one."
Clancy, who was usually a cheery man looked at him straight in the eye. "Hurry."
Ron needn't be told twice when he was about to get in trouble. When he had first come they had placed him under such hard conditions that he was forced to know when it was the right time to run. He rushed out the back door as fast as his legs would take him. He threw open the door and entered the empty alley way. Slipping as he went on the now rain filled path. He could hear them screaming to go after him. Ron turned his head, still running to see if they were coming. Apparently someone had given them a hint because as soon as he turned his head he spotted three people coming out of the back door yelling after him.
He swerved out of the alleyway onto the sidewalk. He wasn't looking where he was going because he ended up bumping into someone and getting throwing into the traffic. The rain blurred his vision and so he had to stick his hands out infront of him to stop a car from coming. His hands flew infront of him just as a car screeched to a stop. Ron's hands slammed hard on the metal, as if it would allow him the power to stop the car. He glanced in at the driver of the vehicle, a man most likely in his fifty's stared straight back towards him.
Ron found himself unable to move, he somehow recognized this man. Maybe he was from his past. Almost immediately though Ron was yanked from his thoughts when the police shouted at him again. He throw himself forward into yet another run across the streaming traffic.
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The man in the car however was none other then Mr. Granger. He knew Ron's face, and was shocked to see that he had almost run over his son-in- law. He then noticed all the police surrounding him. He dove and rolled down the window as fast as he could and shouted towards the suddenly running Ron.
"Ron, get in!"
Ron's head spun around and he looked around. Seeing no other alternative, he decided to take his chances with the man. He rushed back just as the man threw open the door. As soon as he jumped into the car, and the door was shut. The driver speed away from the cops.
Ron watched the police station and the men disappear from view before opening into a conversation.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Ron you don't remember me. It's only been five years."
"I'm sorry," Ron apologized. "I don't remember much from before."
"When you went missing the whole wizarding society sent out people. It was one of the most amazing things. I can't believe you were able to drain volder...oh sorry. He who must not be named, of his powers."
Ron looked at him perplexed. "Wait a minute sir, what do you mean wizarding society and who is he who must not be named."
"Ron, when you were seventeen Voldermort attacked Hogwarts, don't you remember?"
Ron shook his head. "Like I said I don't remember much. They think I've lost my memory from my former life."
The car seemed to swerve when Ron said this. "You mean you don't remember who you are?" he asked.
"Actually. I did remember my first name. Ron," he stated. "But who are you?"
"Henry Granger." The man said, as if not wanting to push the subject anymore.
Ron looked out the window noticing that there were no sirens after him. Marius and Clancy must have bought him some time. He could always trust the two, they had been the ones that found him. Clancy had brought him to the hospital, then took him home when they released him. That's when Ron realized he had a strong will to be a police officer. So Clancy helped him out with his studying and what not. When he had passed, the cheif had said that Clancy was to be his partner. The Cheif had never really trusted Ron, he had thought that Ron had been a criminal since he had no background except being in the hospital and pronounced with a lost memory.
"We can talk when we get inside the house." Henry said.
They traveled in silence until they approached another turn into a small neighbor hood, with all identical houses. Ron recognized the place only briefly from when he had been on a patrol. The car turned another corner and the houses continued. Finally they slowed down almost to a full stop and turned in to a driveway.
Henry stopped the car, sitting there for a moment.
"You will stay for the night then won't you?" he asked.
Ron thought about it for a moment. The police had probably given up chasing him because he didn't have any place to go but back to his home.
"All right." Ron said.
Henry opened the door and got out of the car. Ron followed him shutting the door to the car and walking up the drive towards the door. Henry opened the door and walked in. As soon as Ron entered the house, there was a strong smell of vanilla all around him. He closed his eyes and breathed it in. It was a distant smell that he had so longed to smell again.
"Rebeeca?" Henry called, taking off his coat and shoes.
"I'm in the kitchen." She shouted back.
Henry turned towards Ron who had just removed his shoes, and was trying to wring his clothes of the rain water.
"I'll get you a change of clothes." he said.
Ron was going to protest but the older man was already heading up the stairs. Shrugging Ron walked into the hallway looking around. It was very home like compared to Ron's house. Pictures crowded the walls. As he walked down the hall he looked at them. The first one seemed to be of what he figured had been Henry and this Rebecca's wedding. The next one was off a three year old girl, she was smiling like there would be no tomorrow. The third picture looked so frimiluar to him. A girl in her teens. Her hair was long and wavy brown. She was wearing a uniform, that Ron knew as well. He just could not seem to place her though.
"Henry, why are you walking in the hall...way."
Ron turned to the women that had now come out of the kitchen and into the hallway where he was glancing over the pictures. She was looking at him in disbelieve.
"Ron?" she asked.
"Yes." Ron said, he had become accustom to people knowing who he was and him not knowing who they were.
She rushed over to him and ignoring his wet clothes, she hugged him. "I can't believe your actually alive!" She grabbed him by the arm and dug him towards a small livingroom.
"Sit," she said. "I'll get you something to drink, your soaked to the bone."
The women rushed out of the room and Henry walked in, holding some clothes. "Here you are Ron, you can change in the bathroom just across the hall."
Ron nodded. He stood up and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. Flipping on the light he set the clothes on the counter and started to strip. He was pulling on the slacks that Mr. Granger had given him when he heard there voices come from the kitchen.
"Henry, We should tell Hermione."
"I know, but he's lost his memory."
There was silence and Ron thought they had finished so he started to change again. He was about to leave the bathroom when he heard them start talking again.
"The police were after him, he doesn't even know he's a wizard." Henry said.
"Do you think we should tell, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes, I think his parents will want to know. The fact that he's still alive is shock to us. Can you imagine Molly and Arthurs. After loosing Charles to a dragon. Finding out that Ron is still alive, should make then extremely happy."
The kettle suddenly went off and the talking stopped. Ron stood in the bathroom his hand on the doorknob.
"Charles dead?" His hand traveled from the doorknob to his face. He was crying and didn't know why. "I don't know who he is. So why am I crying?"
He wiped his eyes, choked on a sob and opened the door, heading back towards the livingroom.
"Oh there you are." Mrs. Granger said.
Ron smiled to her and sat down.
"Here you go dear."She said, setting down a cup infront of Ron.
"Thank you." He took the cup and sipped at it. It wasn't coffee but it tasted good none the less. Henry was sitting across from him on another chair, looking at the fire. Ron set the cup on his knee and looked around, but paused when he came to a picture that sat on the table beside him. He saw himself standing beside the girl in the hallway. She was in a wedding dress, grinning beside him. It wouldn't have come as a large shock except this picture was moving. He yelped almost throwing his cup on the floor when the him in the picture started to wave, and then kissed the girl on the cheek.
Rebeeca was almost immediately at his side. "What is it Ron?" she asked.
"The picture!" he exclaimed. "It's moving."
Rebeeca looked towards Henry then back towards Ron. "We know. It's enchanted to move."
Ron looked up at her. "What do you mean enchanted."
They looked at each other again. "Ron. We know this may be hard to understand, but before you lost your memory. Do you remember any of it?"
Ron nodded. "A bit. I sometimes blackout, and get glimpse of things I don't remember doing."
"All right. Ron. You are a Wizard." Rebeeca explained.
"You grew up with a family of eight. Your parents are Arthur, and Molly Weasley. Arthur works for the ministry of magic. It's like our government only they monitor magic users and other wizards. You have five older brothers. Charles, Bill, Percy, Fred, and George. Then you have a younger sister named Ginny. Do you understand what we're telling you Ron?"
Ron nodded. "I do, please continue."
"When you reached the age of eleven. You went to a school that would teach you how to use magic in everyday life," Henry continued. "You met a boy who's parents had been killed by Voldermort."
"Harry Potter?" Ron asked.
"Do you remember him?" asked Rebeeca hopefully.
"No, just a guess." Ron replied.
"Any how. Voldermort is an evil wizard that was trying to take over the ministry of magic, become like a ruler of the wizarding world, but when he tried to kill Harry he couldn't. No one knows why though. Anyway. He came back over the years. But when you had just graduated from Hogwarts, he attacked. He was going to kill Harry, and our daughter but you stepped in and somehow, you were able to steal his powers."
"Just a minute," Ron said, trying to compute all the information. "Who's the girl in this picture?"
Henry smiled. "That's you, and our daughter Hermione on your wedding day."
"So, you mean I'm married?"
"Yes. You asked her over the Christmas holidays in your seventh year at Hogwarts."
Ron nodded. "All right, but I still don't know why I've lost my memory."
Rebeeca looked at the picture. "When you touched him to steal his powers, you were somehow transported away."
"No one knew where you had gone. Both you and Voldermort disappeared. Hermione and Harry had told the ministry what happened and a search crew was sent out," Henry said. "No one found you, until now."
"When you almost ran me over with your car." Ron finished.
Rebeeca looked at Henry shocked. He looked towards the ground, then gulped down the rest of his tea.
"Why were you running from the police?" Henry asked.
Ron wanted to scream out at the question but didn't. "I am a police officer." he stated.
"Then why were they chasing you?" Rebeeca questioned picking up all the empty cups.
"I was framed for a murder I didn't commit." he said.
Henry stood up. "Well even so. You are family."
"Thanks, but I really don't think you should get involved." Ron replied.
Henry looked down at him. "I most certainly will."
Ron didn't know what to say. He was trying to sound like it wasn't a problem but there was a large problem.
"If they find out that your harboring a criminal then you'll be arrested." Ron replied.
"True, but I still intend on getting involved." Mr. Granger shouted.
Ron shook his head. "I can't go back to my house. They're going to be there. If you get involved I won't stay here. So where would I go."
"Hermione's." Rebeeca said, coming back into the livingroom.
"You can go tonight. Sure it is a little late, but she's probably awake." Henry stated.
"How far away is Hermione's?" asked Ron.
"Not far, if you travel by Floo powder." Rebeeca said, walking over to the fire place and grabbing a box of glittering sand.
"Go on Ron." Henry said, pushing Ron towards the fireplace.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
They looked at each other.
"Oh, I've seen Hermione do this a million times." Rebeeca said. "Step into the fire place, take some on this powder in your hand, and when you drop it say where you want to go."
Ron stepped into the fireplace, and took some of the powder. "I don't know what to say but thanks." He said.
"Oh don't worry about it Ronald. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other more often." Henry replied.
"All right," Rebeeca said. "Now before you drop the powder say. 'Number 14 Diagon Alley."
Ron nodded and did as told.