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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4/11
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When Hermione woke the next day, she had the feeling which she had not felt in years. Ron's arms were wrapped around her and he was holding her close as if he had been holding on for dear life. She couldn't move to get up for work all she wanted to do was lay there with him. The feeling of importance and belonging once again returned to her.
She lay there thinking of what could have been if Ron hadn't lost his memory, when he began to stur. Yet she wouldn't move, she was trying to take in the last moments of it before he woke up. Hermione looked at his face, he seemed so peaceful when he was sleeping, like a child. She loved him more every moment he was back with her.
Finally his eyes opened. He looked at her, must have realised that he was holding her because he lifted his arms and rolled onto his back.
"Morning." She said, pushing herself up into a sitting postion.
He smiled at her. "Hello."
She smiled back and pushed the covers off her, getting up and going to the washroom. Ron just laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. His head fell to his left shoulder to look at the window. There was barely any light coming through it. It must have been still rather early in the morning he figured.
When Hermione came out of the washroom she was dressed. He was sitting on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge.
"Would you like something to eat?" she asked. "I don't have much but your welcome to it."
He nodded, and stood up. She lead him back into the larger room, and walked towards a small cupboard hanging on the wall in the corner. She then took out some bread and started to make something. Ron didn't bother to watch he just walked towards the table and sat down. There were quite a few books that littered the table. His eyes glanced across them, reading the titles; the standard book of spells (grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk.
Hermione walked over as he was looking at it and set down a piece of toast with what looked like peanut butter, right infront of him.
"Those are my old school books." She explained.
"Why did you keep them?" He asked.
"I thought one day, if we had kids, it would be easy to just give them second hand like your family then buy them new. They are quite expensive you knw."
He flipped the book over as if to read the back but there was no discribtion. So shrugging, he placed the book back down and started on the toast.
"I have to go to work today," She said. "I was thinking that you could stay here and try to learn some spells."
Ron nodded.
"I'll give you some books to read and this." She stood up and walked out of the room.
When she came back she was holding a few more books in her arms and a small package. He looked at her confused.
"You want me to learn spells, by reading books?"
She shook her head. "Not just reading the books, I thought you could practice with this."
Ron watched as she undid the package, and showed him what looked like a polished stick. She took it out and gave it to him.
"It's yours," she said. "I was going to give it to you on our first anniversary but you...well what do you think?"
He looked down at it, some how it felt like he was meant to hold the piece of wood. "I like it." he said.
Hermione grinned. "I'm glad. You can use it to practice."
Ron was still looking at it when Hermione started to pick up their plates.
"If you want to talk to me, I'll just be at ninety-three, Diagon Alley." She explained.
He nodded. "Right."
Hermione walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just glad your safe, and back."
After that she walked to the door and left. Leaving Ron to his own thoughts. Opening one of the books he flipped to a chapter saying; 'So you think you can make things float' and started to read.
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Hermione walked down the streets of Diagon Alley towards, Weasley's wizarding wheezes. She could help but smile. Just yesterday she wanted to die, thinking that he life wasn't worth anything, and she was saved by the one person she wanted to die to be with. Ron was alive. He was alive, and he had saved her from a large mistake.
She saw that there wasn't very many people on the road as she walked. There was a few older witches all scurrying away towards the leaky cauldron. She spotted Seamus Finnigan on the road, and he stopped and came over to talk to her.
"Hello Hermione." He said grinning.
She smiled just as widly. "Hello Seamus, it's nice to see you. Working?"
He shook his head. "Not yet, I though I would get a bite to eat. Not really one for home cooked meals me."
"Oh," she turned towards the clock on the griggnots bank. "I should be getting to work, it was nice to see you again."
"Hey Hermione, if your not busy later do you want to do something?" he asked, holding her back by the arm.
"Actually I'm having supper with Harry, maybe another time."
Seamus looked crushed but smiled none the less. "Another time." he nodded. "I guess I should let you get to work."
She nodded. "Good-bye."
He left her and disappeared down the street. She turned back and started to walk again until she reached the store. When she entered, George and Fred were behind the counter reading something.
"Hey Hermione." George said, waving her to come over.
"Did you see today's Quibbler?" Fred asked.
She shook her head. "I don't read all that nonsense."
"Nonsence is right." Fred aggreed.
"Did you see what they're saying about Ron?"
Hermione suddenly turned towards the paper with much intrest. "You mean there's something about Ron in the magizine?"
The twins nodded. "A load of it if you ask me. I really trust this book as far as I could throw Hagrid."
She stiffed a giggle. "What's it say?"
"'Ronald Weasley. The hero who killed he-who-must-not-be-named five years ago, is not as dead as we thought, and not as big a hero as we all though. Eye wittnesses in the muggle residents around number four Privet drive tell our sources that Weasley was spotted entering the home of muggle Vernon Dursley two nights ago. They say there were screams and later when Weasley had left. Muggle police were spotted investigating the premisiss.' What a load of crap. 'If Weasley is spotted again the ministry of magic has informed us that he is dangerous.'" George finished.
"Ron?" Hermione cried. "He couldn't have been there."
"My thoughts exactlly, the quibbler is just full of it." Fred said. "Ron's dead."
Hermione smiled.
"Well we should get to work." George said, tossing the magazine over his shoulder towards the garbage can.
Hermione walked back towards the door and flipped the sign around.
"Someone ordered some Canary custards," Fred said looking over the list. "We should probably get them packed up and sent."
Hermione looked in the middle of the store where a box was sitting holding a few un-namable things, "Hey Fred what is that doing in the middle of the floor?"
"We made a batch of portable swamps last night," he replied. "Just put them there for now, they always seem to go fast."
"So that's what those are." she said, walking towards one of the containers which held Canary custards to help George.
"Hey Hermione what's happened?" asked George, noticing her smile.
"What do you mean?"she asked.
"Your suddenly cheery mood, it's quite a switch from what you were like yesterday."
"Oh, I should have told you both before when we were talking about it." She said.
"Tell us what?" asked Fred. "You have a boyfriend?"
"No," Hermione stated. "Ron's alive, he's back at the house though, seems to have lost his memory."
George and Fred looked at each other.
"You must have really hit your head hard yesterday Hermione." Fred laughed.
"Or your just going insane and seeing things." George added.
"It's the truth, if you don't want to believe it fine." She said.
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Ron flicked the wand finally getting the book to float in the air was taking all his concentration but he finally did it. "Wingardium Leviosa." He said again, the book floated over his head for a few moments and then fell to the ground.
"This isn't so hard," he said excited. "I should go show Hermione. I'm sure she'd be happy to see me."
He set the book back on the table and stuffed the wand into his pocket, then he walked to the door and locked it. As he walked out of the building he thought about if she really had her key to the house, but she must have if she had a lock
As he walked down the diagnal street, he noticed that people were looking at him strangley. Almost as if they had never seen something quite like him. It gave him the shivers. What if they all thought he had killed Petunia Dursley. He could be arrested on sight. His hand suddenly fell to his belt. He had forgotten when he put it on that there was still the gun to worry about.
Ron's eyes flashed around at all the buildings when he noticed one that said Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, after trying to read the address, he decided this must have been the place. So he opened the door and walked in. There were plently of people around, but not a real crowd, maybe only five. He spotted Hermione almost instently. She was in the corner behind the counter with someone else, packing one of the boxes.
He walked over towards her. Grabbing the box before it fell on her. She looked at him and set it down.
"Ron what are you doing here!" She exclaimed.
He smirked. "I did it, I can do a spell."
George looked at him with wide eyes. "FRED!!"
His twin twirled around from the customer he had been helping. "What?" he asked, then noticed Ron and dropped the bag of what looked like gumballs all over the floor.
"How? What in the world is going on!" George shreaked.
"I told you he was alive." Hermione stated.
Ron held out his hand to George. "Ronald Weasley." he said.
George turned to his twin who was making his way over before shaking Ron's hand.
"George...Weasley."
Ron looked at the boy. "Where not related are we?"
"Blimmey!"
Ron turned to see an almost exact look alike of George, staring at him.
"Your twins?" he asked.
Fred grinned grabbed Ron in a bear hug."Where have you been dear brother?"
Ron scratched behind his head. "I've been working in London for the police."
"Muggle police." George laughed.
Fred looked down at his belt. "Well he does have the equiptment."
George grinned. "So he does."
"What is the spell you learned?" Hermione asked.
"I'll show you," Ron said, taking out the wand and pointing it at the portable swamps. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
One of the Portable swaps floated into the air.
"See." Ron said happily.
Hermione nodded. "That's great." But suddenly the Portable swamp started to fall. Both George and Fred ran over to catch it but missed. The Swamp opened up right inside there shop. George groaned and they both turned towards Ron.
"Thanks." They said in unison.
Ron looked at the Swamp not beleiving it. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would do that."
"Hermione," Fred said, turning to her. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off. You can see Harry and the others. Just get him out of here."
Hermione nodded. "I'm really sorry about this," she said. "I didn't know he would learn it then show it to me."
The twins shook there heads and went on to getting rid of the swamp.
"See you later Ron. Can't wait for mum to see you again!" They said, as Hermione pulled Ron out of the store in a hurry.
As soon as they got out Hermione started to laugh. Ron was looking at her puzzled.
"I didn't mean for that to happen." He stated.
"I know," Hermione said. "It was just funny to see there reaction to one of there own creations."
"They created that!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione nodded. "George and Fred, specialize in mischeif."
Ron blushed. "I really didn't mean to open it."
"I know. I'm just glad your learning some of the spells so quickly."
"Really?" asked Ron.
"That was the spell you used when we first became friends," She explained. "Good pick."
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George: I believe people are beginning to lose faith in us.
Fred: I think you may be right.
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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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4/11
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When Hermione woke the next day, she had the feeling which she had not felt in years. Ron's arms were wrapped around her and he was holding her close as if he had been holding on for dear life. She couldn't move to get up for work all she wanted to do was lay there with him. The feeling of importance and belonging once again returned to her.
She lay there thinking of what could have been if Ron hadn't lost his memory, when he began to stur. Yet she wouldn't move, she was trying to take in the last moments of it before he woke up. Hermione looked at his face, he seemed so peaceful when he was sleeping, like a child. She loved him more every moment he was back with her.
Finally his eyes opened. He looked at her, must have realised that he was holding her because he lifted his arms and rolled onto his back.
"Morning." She said, pushing herself up into a sitting postion.
He smiled at her. "Hello."
She smiled back and pushed the covers off her, getting up and going to the washroom. Ron just laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. His head fell to his left shoulder to look at the window. There was barely any light coming through it. It must have been still rather early in the morning he figured.
When Hermione came out of the washroom she was dressed. He was sitting on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge.
"Would you like something to eat?" she asked. "I don't have much but your welcome to it."
He nodded, and stood up. She lead him back into the larger room, and walked towards a small cupboard hanging on the wall in the corner. She then took out some bread and started to make something. Ron didn't bother to watch he just walked towards the table and sat down. There were quite a few books that littered the table. His eyes glanced across them, reading the titles; the standard book of spells (grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk.
Hermione walked over as he was looking at it and set down a piece of toast with what looked like peanut butter, right infront of him.
"Those are my old school books." She explained.
"Why did you keep them?" He asked.
"I thought one day, if we had kids, it would be easy to just give them second hand like your family then buy them new. They are quite expensive you knw."
He flipped the book over as if to read the back but there was no discribtion. So shrugging, he placed the book back down and started on the toast.
"I have to go to work today," She said. "I was thinking that you could stay here and try to learn some spells."
Ron nodded.
"I'll give you some books to read and this." She stood up and walked out of the room.
When she came back she was holding a few more books in her arms and a small package. He looked at her confused.
"You want me to learn spells, by reading books?"
She shook her head. "Not just reading the books, I thought you could practice with this."
Ron watched as she undid the package, and showed him what looked like a polished stick. She took it out and gave it to him.
"It's yours," she said. "I was going to give it to you on our first anniversary but you...well what do you think?"
He looked down at it, some how it felt like he was meant to hold the piece of wood. "I like it." he said.
Hermione grinned. "I'm glad. You can use it to practice."
Ron was still looking at it when Hermione started to pick up their plates.
"If you want to talk to me, I'll just be at ninety-three, Diagon Alley." She explained.
He nodded. "Right."
Hermione walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just glad your safe, and back."
After that she walked to the door and left. Leaving Ron to his own thoughts. Opening one of the books he flipped to a chapter saying; 'So you think you can make things float' and started to read.
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Hermione walked down the streets of Diagon Alley towards, Weasley's wizarding wheezes. She could help but smile. Just yesterday she wanted to die, thinking that he life wasn't worth anything, and she was saved by the one person she wanted to die to be with. Ron was alive. He was alive, and he had saved her from a large mistake.
She saw that there wasn't very many people on the road as she walked. There was a few older witches all scurrying away towards the leaky cauldron. She spotted Seamus Finnigan on the road, and he stopped and came over to talk to her.
"Hello Hermione." He said grinning.
She smiled just as widly. "Hello Seamus, it's nice to see you. Working?"
He shook his head. "Not yet, I though I would get a bite to eat. Not really one for home cooked meals me."
"Oh," she turned towards the clock on the griggnots bank. "I should be getting to work, it was nice to see you again."
"Hey Hermione, if your not busy later do you want to do something?" he asked, holding her back by the arm.
"Actually I'm having supper with Harry, maybe another time."
Seamus looked crushed but smiled none the less. "Another time." he nodded. "I guess I should let you get to work."
She nodded. "Good-bye."
He left her and disappeared down the street. She turned back and started to walk again until she reached the store. When she entered, George and Fred were behind the counter reading something.
"Hey Hermione." George said, waving her to come over.
"Did you see today's Quibbler?" Fred asked.
She shook her head. "I don't read all that nonsense."
"Nonsence is right." Fred aggreed.
"Did you see what they're saying about Ron?"
Hermione suddenly turned towards the paper with much intrest. "You mean there's something about Ron in the magizine?"
The twins nodded. "A load of it if you ask me. I really trust this book as far as I could throw Hagrid."
She stiffed a giggle. "What's it say?"
"'Ronald Weasley. The hero who killed he-who-must-not-be-named five years ago, is not as dead as we thought, and not as big a hero as we all though. Eye wittnesses in the muggle residents around number four Privet drive tell our sources that Weasley was spotted entering the home of muggle Vernon Dursley two nights ago. They say there were screams and later when Weasley had left. Muggle police were spotted investigating the premisiss.' What a load of crap. 'If Weasley is spotted again the ministry of magic has informed us that he is dangerous.'" George finished.
"Ron?" Hermione cried. "He couldn't have been there."
"My thoughts exactlly, the quibbler is just full of it." Fred said. "Ron's dead."
Hermione smiled.
"Well we should get to work." George said, tossing the magazine over his shoulder towards the garbage can.
Hermione walked back towards the door and flipped the sign around.
"Someone ordered some Canary custards," Fred said looking over the list. "We should probably get them packed up and sent."
Hermione looked in the middle of the store where a box was sitting holding a few un-namable things, "Hey Fred what is that doing in the middle of the floor?"
"We made a batch of portable swamps last night," he replied. "Just put them there for now, they always seem to go fast."
"So that's what those are." she said, walking towards one of the containers which held Canary custards to help George.
"Hey Hermione what's happened?" asked George, noticing her smile.
"What do you mean?"she asked.
"Your suddenly cheery mood, it's quite a switch from what you were like yesterday."
"Oh, I should have told you both before when we were talking about it." She said.
"Tell us what?" asked Fred. "You have a boyfriend?"
"No," Hermione stated. "Ron's alive, he's back at the house though, seems to have lost his memory."
George and Fred looked at each other.
"You must have really hit your head hard yesterday Hermione." Fred laughed.
"Or your just going insane and seeing things." George added.
"It's the truth, if you don't want to believe it fine." She said.
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Ron flicked the wand finally getting the book to float in the air was taking all his concentration but he finally did it. "Wingardium Leviosa." He said again, the book floated over his head for a few moments and then fell to the ground.
"This isn't so hard," he said excited. "I should go show Hermione. I'm sure she'd be happy to see me."
He set the book back on the table and stuffed the wand into his pocket, then he walked to the door and locked it. As he walked out of the building he thought about if she really had her key to the house, but she must have if she had a lock
As he walked down the diagnal street, he noticed that people were looking at him strangley. Almost as if they had never seen something quite like him. It gave him the shivers. What if they all thought he had killed Petunia Dursley. He could be arrested on sight. His hand suddenly fell to his belt. He had forgotten when he put it on that there was still the gun to worry about.
Ron's eyes flashed around at all the buildings when he noticed one that said Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, after trying to read the address, he decided this must have been the place. So he opened the door and walked in. There were plently of people around, but not a real crowd, maybe only five. He spotted Hermione almost instently. She was in the corner behind the counter with someone else, packing one of the boxes.
He walked over towards her. Grabbing the box before it fell on her. She looked at him and set it down.
"Ron what are you doing here!" She exclaimed.
He smirked. "I did it, I can do a spell."
George looked at him with wide eyes. "FRED!!"
His twin twirled around from the customer he had been helping. "What?" he asked, then noticed Ron and dropped the bag of what looked like gumballs all over the floor.
"How? What in the world is going on!" George shreaked.
"I told you he was alive." Hermione stated.
Ron held out his hand to George. "Ronald Weasley." he said.
George turned to his twin who was making his way over before shaking Ron's hand.
"George...Weasley."
Ron looked at the boy. "Where not related are we?"
"Blimmey!"
Ron turned to see an almost exact look alike of George, staring at him.
"Your twins?" he asked.
Fred grinned grabbed Ron in a bear hug."Where have you been dear brother?"
Ron scratched behind his head. "I've been working in London for the police."
"Muggle police." George laughed.
Fred looked down at his belt. "Well he does have the equiptment."
George grinned. "So he does."
"What is the spell you learned?" Hermione asked.
"I'll show you," Ron said, taking out the wand and pointing it at the portable swamps. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
One of the Portable swaps floated into the air.
"See." Ron said happily.
Hermione nodded. "That's great." But suddenly the Portable swamp started to fall. Both George and Fred ran over to catch it but missed. The Swamp opened up right inside there shop. George groaned and they both turned towards Ron.
"Thanks." They said in unison.
Ron looked at the Swamp not beleiving it. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would do that."
"Hermione," Fred said, turning to her. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off. You can see Harry and the others. Just get him out of here."
Hermione nodded. "I'm really sorry about this," she said. "I didn't know he would learn it then show it to me."
The twins shook there heads and went on to getting rid of the swamp.
"See you later Ron. Can't wait for mum to see you again!" They said, as Hermione pulled Ron out of the store in a hurry.
As soon as they got out Hermione started to laugh. Ron was looking at her puzzled.
"I didn't mean for that to happen." He stated.
"I know," Hermione said. "It was just funny to see there reaction to one of there own creations."
"They created that!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione nodded. "George and Fred, specialize in mischeif."
Ron blushed. "I really didn't mean to open it."
"I know. I'm just glad your learning some of the spells so quickly."
"Really?" asked Ron.
"That was the spell you used when we first became friends," She explained. "Good pick."
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George: I believe people are beginning to lose faith in us.
Fred: I think you may be right.