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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3/11
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Chapter Three: Ron and Hermione meet again.
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Hermione walked throughout the crowds streets of Diagon Alley towards her home. She had been living there with Ron before he disappeared, and she just couldn't bare the thought of leaving it all behind. Even when she was offered the position at the hospital she had turned it down. Thinking to some degree that Ron would come back. Instead she had taken a job that Fred and George had offered her the job of helping them create new jokes.
The sky was dark already, and everyone was making there way home, to there's family's. Hermione was jealous of them. She wanted to go home to what could have been her family, if Voldermort hadn't attacked. She opened the door to the house and walked up the stairs. Dragging books in her hands so that she would have something to read, just to keep her mind off Ron.
She unlocked the door to her home, and walked in. It was a rather large place. It had only three rooms. One was the bedroom, another the bathroom, and the last one witch was rather large was to serve as the kitchen, livingroom, and whatever else she needed. Hermione looked around. She didn't have much furniture in the large room. She had to sell most of it to just keep the house. The only thing that remained was a table.
Harry had offered to help her out. He was now an Auror and had enough money to share. Yet Hermione couldn't find the will to take the money from him. She had almost had to live on the streets if it hadn't been for George and Fred, showing up when she was about to be evicted. If they hadn't paid the man, she would have most likely been living on the streets.
She took off her shoes, and walked into the large room. The table was set right in the middle of the room. She dropped her books on it and then walked towards the window to open it and let some of the cool air in. Unlatching the windows, she pushed them open and looked out over the street. It just wasn't fair that everyone could be home with there family's when she no longer had one. They wouldn't even be able to have those happy moments if it hadn't been for Ron.
She rubbed her shoulder with her hand as the wind swept over her. She really had come a long way. Maybe she should just quite trying now. It had been five years and no one had seen him. He was probably dead.
Her cheeks were wet now, and she knew that she was crying.
"Maybe it's time to forget about Ron, Hermione." She said, closing the window and walking back into the room.
She walked back to the table which held her books, a picture, and a small news paper clipping from three years ago. She glanced over it.
'Ronald Weasley, Pronounced dead today by the minister of magic. He was caught up in a battle for the wizarding world, and will remain a hero in the hearts of all.'
She threw the clipping to the ground, and held herself up so she wouldn't collapse on the floor. But it was no use. She sunk the floor crying. She didn't want to remember Ron she wanted to be with him. She cursed Voldermort through her sobs. Her life wasn't fair. Maybe if she was to end it, maybe then she could be with Ron. She wiped away her tears, and pushed herself to stand back up. Hermione reached into her pocket still crying. As she pulled out her wand, it seemed to make the load lighter. If Ron really was dead, then she could be with him in death. She pointed the wand at herself, almost collapsing again from her crying.
"It's been to many nights crying, to wake up alone." She told herself, while readying the wand.
But before she could say anything her fireplace exploded in a wave of dust, and she dropped her wand so that she could cover her eyes. When the dust settled she heard someone coughing, and cursing. She figured someone must have traveled by floo powder. Most likely Harry, but the sound of the voice wasn't his. She uncovered her eyes to see who it was, and watched as Ron jumped out of the fireplace thinking he was on fire or something.
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Ron coughed as he finally stopped. There was dust everywhere and it was getting into his lungs. He jumped out of what looked to be another fireplace, but as he was brushing himself off, he noticed that he was indeed in another house. He stood up and looked around. It was a really empty house to boot. There was only a table in the room and then he saw a girl shielding her eyes.
"Hermione?" he asked.
The girl uncovered her eyes and looked at him. "I've already paid my rent for this month, so you can just leave. You can also tell your boss that I won't be here next month so I won't be paying." She said bending down to pick up her wand. When she noticed that he wasn't moving she glared at him.
"You can go now. I really don't have time to entertain guests."
Ron walked in and towards her. "I'm not here about your rent," he said. "I'm here because your parents thought this was the best place to hide."
She looked at him closer. "My parents sent you?"
He nodded. "You don't recognize me?"
She shook her head, then froze. "Ron?"
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Right before stood a man that looked a like Ron.
"So your Hermione." He walked towards her, then noticed the clipping on the ground.
Hermione watched as he leaned down and picked it up. His eyes looked over it, then he looked back towards her as he set it down.
"Is it really you?" She asked, lifting her hand to touch his face but he pulled away.
"My name is Ron Weasley, are you the Hermione that I'm suppose to be coming to stay with?" he asked.
She looked at him threw tears. Her hands covering her mouth. "Oh my god, it is you."
Ron smiled. "I must warn you though. I really don't know who you are."
Hermione rushed over to him and hugged him. Ron didn't know what to do so he just wrapped his arms around her. Yet what suprised him even more was when she kissed him. He let go of her and stumbled back a few steps.
"Okay look."
She seemed confused by this reaction from him. As if something had gone terribly wrong. Ron straightened his cloths a little.
He looked up a the ceiling before continuing. "Okay, I don't remember you at all. In fact I don't remember any of this."
"You lost your memory?" Hermione asked.
Ron nodded. "That's what I'm told. I don't remember anything back from when I was eighteen."
Hermione looked towards their wedding picture. "So you don't remember our wedding, or any of your family or friends?" she asked sadly.
"No, I don't." he replied. "But I can remember talking to you."
She smiled at him. "I'm glad you can remember a little. Unfortunately, a spell won't help you to remember much. I just wish there was a way that you could get back your memory."
Ron shrugged, yawning. He had the weirdest day of his whole life that he could remember and he was ready to go to sleep.
Hermione must have noticed this because she was looking at him, when he yawned. "You must be tired." she said.
"A little." Ron said, before yawning again.
She looked towards the bedroom. "Come on then."
Ron followed her as she lead him towards the bedroom. There was only a bed and some books littering the floor. The bed seemed to be stacked with blankets and heavy quilts.
"It gets cold in the house at night because I can't afford the heat," she explained. "You can have the bed."
Ron looked at the bed. "And where are you going to sleep?" he asked.
"I'll just sleep in the other room." She said, starting to exit the room.
Ron shook his head. "No, you won't," he said, causing her to turn. "Your going to take the bed, or we both sleep on the floor."
Hermione turned to him laughing. "It's alright Ron. I'll be fine on the floor, alone."
"Well you know, we are married. So sleeping in the same bed shouldn't be a problem." He stated.
Hermione blushed. "Um...."
"It's not like were going to have sex or anything." Ron said, not flinching in the slightest.
"Right." Hermione replied, walking back into the room and grabbing some clothes off the floor. "I'll just get changed."
Ron nodded, then looked down at his clothes. "You wouldn't happen to have any pajama's for me would you?"
She shook her head. "I would have but all of your things got lost in the move here. So you borrowed a pair from Fred, but I gave that back to him."
Ron shrugged. "That's all right I suppose."
She smiled then walked into the bathroom. Setting her clothes down, she stared at the mirror. He was really there. He was really alive. How could she have even thought for one minute that he was killed. Ron Weasley was alive and just in the other room, but where had he been all this time. Could he even be the real Ron.
She grinned in the mirror. She couldn't be doubting it. He himself had said that he was Ron Weasley.
"Oh well." she said, starting to change. "At least he's here with me."
When Hermione reentered the bedroom. She saw that Ron was already in the bed asleep. She smiled as he breathed in and out. It was some how soothing to her. She walked very quietly towards the bed, setting her clothes down on the pile of books, and crawling in next to him.
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George: I think we're going for a record Fred!
Fred: No reviews and on our third chapter already.
George: *Grins* I think we are actually getting an idea for this story. Not that we don't already have a story line.
Fred: It's just got a real plan.
George: We aren't trying to discourage reviews.
Fred: We really enjoy reading them in fact.
George: Well we really would like to hear what you all think.
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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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3/11
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Chapter Three: Ron and Hermione meet again.
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Hermione walked throughout the crowds streets of Diagon Alley towards her home. She had been living there with Ron before he disappeared, and she just couldn't bare the thought of leaving it all behind. Even when she was offered the position at the hospital she had turned it down. Thinking to some degree that Ron would come back. Instead she had taken a job that Fred and George had offered her the job of helping them create new jokes.
The sky was dark already, and everyone was making there way home, to there's family's. Hermione was jealous of them. She wanted to go home to what could have been her family, if Voldermort hadn't attacked. She opened the door to the house and walked up the stairs. Dragging books in her hands so that she would have something to read, just to keep her mind off Ron.
She unlocked the door to her home, and walked in. It was a rather large place. It had only three rooms. One was the bedroom, another the bathroom, and the last one witch was rather large was to serve as the kitchen, livingroom, and whatever else she needed. Hermione looked around. She didn't have much furniture in the large room. She had to sell most of it to just keep the house. The only thing that remained was a table.
Harry had offered to help her out. He was now an Auror and had enough money to share. Yet Hermione couldn't find the will to take the money from him. She had almost had to live on the streets if it hadn't been for George and Fred, showing up when she was about to be evicted. If they hadn't paid the man, she would have most likely been living on the streets.
She took off her shoes, and walked into the large room. The table was set right in the middle of the room. She dropped her books on it and then walked towards the window to open it and let some of the cool air in. Unlatching the windows, she pushed them open and looked out over the street. It just wasn't fair that everyone could be home with there family's when she no longer had one. They wouldn't even be able to have those happy moments if it hadn't been for Ron.
She rubbed her shoulder with her hand as the wind swept over her. She really had come a long way. Maybe she should just quite trying now. It had been five years and no one had seen him. He was probably dead.
Her cheeks were wet now, and she knew that she was crying.
"Maybe it's time to forget about Ron, Hermione." She said, closing the window and walking back into the room.
She walked back to the table which held her books, a picture, and a small news paper clipping from three years ago. She glanced over it.
'Ronald Weasley, Pronounced dead today by the minister of magic. He was caught up in a battle for the wizarding world, and will remain a hero in the hearts of all.'
She threw the clipping to the ground, and held herself up so she wouldn't collapse on the floor. But it was no use. She sunk the floor crying. She didn't want to remember Ron she wanted to be with him. She cursed Voldermort through her sobs. Her life wasn't fair. Maybe if she was to end it, maybe then she could be with Ron. She wiped away her tears, and pushed herself to stand back up. Hermione reached into her pocket still crying. As she pulled out her wand, it seemed to make the load lighter. If Ron really was dead, then she could be with him in death. She pointed the wand at herself, almost collapsing again from her crying.
"It's been to many nights crying, to wake up alone." She told herself, while readying the wand.
But before she could say anything her fireplace exploded in a wave of dust, and she dropped her wand so that she could cover her eyes. When the dust settled she heard someone coughing, and cursing. She figured someone must have traveled by floo powder. Most likely Harry, but the sound of the voice wasn't his. She uncovered her eyes to see who it was, and watched as Ron jumped out of the fireplace thinking he was on fire or something.
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Ron coughed as he finally stopped. There was dust everywhere and it was getting into his lungs. He jumped out of what looked to be another fireplace, but as he was brushing himself off, he noticed that he was indeed in another house. He stood up and looked around. It was a really empty house to boot. There was only a table in the room and then he saw a girl shielding her eyes.
"Hermione?" he asked.
The girl uncovered her eyes and looked at him. "I've already paid my rent for this month, so you can just leave. You can also tell your boss that I won't be here next month so I won't be paying." She said bending down to pick up her wand. When she noticed that he wasn't moving she glared at him.
"You can go now. I really don't have time to entertain guests."
Ron walked in and towards her. "I'm not here about your rent," he said. "I'm here because your parents thought this was the best place to hide."
She looked at him closer. "My parents sent you?"
He nodded. "You don't recognize me?"
She shook her head, then froze. "Ron?"
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Right before stood a man that looked a like Ron.
"So your Hermione." He walked towards her, then noticed the clipping on the ground.
Hermione watched as he leaned down and picked it up. His eyes looked over it, then he looked back towards her as he set it down.
"Is it really you?" She asked, lifting her hand to touch his face but he pulled away.
"My name is Ron Weasley, are you the Hermione that I'm suppose to be coming to stay with?" he asked.
She looked at him threw tears. Her hands covering her mouth. "Oh my god, it is you."
Ron smiled. "I must warn you though. I really don't know who you are."
Hermione rushed over to him and hugged him. Ron didn't know what to do so he just wrapped his arms around her. Yet what suprised him even more was when she kissed him. He let go of her and stumbled back a few steps.
"Okay look."
She seemed confused by this reaction from him. As if something had gone terribly wrong. Ron straightened his cloths a little.
He looked up a the ceiling before continuing. "Okay, I don't remember you at all. In fact I don't remember any of this."
"You lost your memory?" Hermione asked.
Ron nodded. "That's what I'm told. I don't remember anything back from when I was eighteen."
Hermione looked towards their wedding picture. "So you don't remember our wedding, or any of your family or friends?" she asked sadly.
"No, I don't." he replied. "But I can remember talking to you."
She smiled at him. "I'm glad you can remember a little. Unfortunately, a spell won't help you to remember much. I just wish there was a way that you could get back your memory."
Ron shrugged, yawning. He had the weirdest day of his whole life that he could remember and he was ready to go to sleep.
Hermione must have noticed this because she was looking at him, when he yawned. "You must be tired." she said.
"A little." Ron said, before yawning again.
She looked towards the bedroom. "Come on then."
Ron followed her as she lead him towards the bedroom. There was only a bed and some books littering the floor. The bed seemed to be stacked with blankets and heavy quilts.
"It gets cold in the house at night because I can't afford the heat," she explained. "You can have the bed."
Ron looked at the bed. "And where are you going to sleep?" he asked.
"I'll just sleep in the other room." She said, starting to exit the room.
Ron shook his head. "No, you won't," he said, causing her to turn. "Your going to take the bed, or we both sleep on the floor."
Hermione turned to him laughing. "It's alright Ron. I'll be fine on the floor, alone."
"Well you know, we are married. So sleeping in the same bed shouldn't be a problem." He stated.
Hermione blushed. "Um...."
"It's not like were going to have sex or anything." Ron said, not flinching in the slightest.
"Right." Hermione replied, walking back into the room and grabbing some clothes off the floor. "I'll just get changed."
Ron nodded, then looked down at his clothes. "You wouldn't happen to have any pajama's for me would you?"
She shook her head. "I would have but all of your things got lost in the move here. So you borrowed a pair from Fred, but I gave that back to him."
Ron shrugged. "That's all right I suppose."
She smiled then walked into the bathroom. Setting her clothes down, she stared at the mirror. He was really there. He was really alive. How could she have even thought for one minute that he was killed. Ron Weasley was alive and just in the other room, but where had he been all this time. Could he even be the real Ron.
She grinned in the mirror. She couldn't be doubting it. He himself had said that he was Ron Weasley.
"Oh well." she said, starting to change. "At least he's here with me."
When Hermione reentered the bedroom. She saw that Ron was already in the bed asleep. She smiled as he breathed in and out. It was some how soothing to her. She walked very quietly towards the bed, setting her clothes down on the pile of books, and crawling in next to him.
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George: I think we're going for a record Fred!
Fred: No reviews and on our third chapter already.
George: *Grins* I think we are actually getting an idea for this story. Not that we don't already have a story line.
Fred: It's just got a real plan.
George: We aren't trying to discourage reviews.
Fred: We really enjoy reading them in fact.
George: Well we really would like to hear what you all think.