Chapter five:
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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5/11
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Chapter Five: Harry? Can you hear me Harry? This is Ron.
Ron followed Hermione back to the flat that she had been living in. He had not meant to mess things up as his 'suppose' brothers shop. It just sort of happened. Truthfully he did not know what the spell would do in the long run.
Once he and Hermione arrived at the apartment she turned towards him.
"I'm going to get changed."
Ron nodded, "I don't have to do I?"
Smiling at him, then shook her head, "You don't have to unless you really want to."
Ron glanced down at his clothes. Sure they weren't something that you would usually wear when your going out, but being a cop for so long made him forget about going out all together.
"I think I'll just wear this." Ron explained.
Nodding, Hermione opened the door and walked in, Ron in tow.
"Who's this Harry we're going to meet?" He asked, as Hermione headed into the only other room.
"Oh, Harry is a dear friend," She explained, her voice muffled by the door. "You and him have been….well, were best friends since you were eleven years old. The first time I met you, the both of you were gouging yourselves on sweets."
Ron stiffened. That sounded totally the opposite of what he really was like. In the words of Clancy he was a "hard ass."
"So he's going to met us at the Leaky Caldron." Hermione explained.
"The leaky what?" Ron asked.
Hermione walked out of the bedroom wearing a dress and a black cloak over it. She had pulled back her curls into a ponytail. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, he suddenly understood why he had married this woman.
"The Leaky Caldron." Hermione repeated, bringing him out of his trance.
Shrugging he grinned at her. "You look beautiful 'mione." He stated.
Hermione blushed, she had almost forgotten how he had always liked to shorten her name. Adjusting her cloak, she quickly shook of the crimson patch that betrayed her.
"Shall we go then?"
"Yeah," Ron said, opening the door for her.
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Hermione smiled warmly at him before entering the Leaky Caldron. It was as crowded as she could have expected. There must have been a party going on due to half the place in an uproar singing. Sighing, she turned her gaze to the other side looking for Harry.
It took her a few moments before she spotted him at the back saving a table for them. He was looking over what seemed to be papers for the ministry.
"So..." Ron questioned, looking around as well but not knowing who he was looking for in the first place. "Do you see him anywhere?"
She nodded, making her way towards Harry, Ron following her.
"Harry, your early like usual. Sorry we're late." Hermione apologized, sitting down on the other side of the wooden table.
"We?" Harry asked, then looked up. His glasses nearly fell off his nose when he saw Ron. Jerking back, he managed to tip his chair and ended up on the floor.
Ron looked over the table curiously at him. "Are you alright?"
"RON!"
Before Ron knew what was happening Harry was hugging him so tightly he thought his eyes were going to bug out.
"Could you........let me go please." Ron managed to gasp.
Harry looked at him blankly for a second then let him go. "Sorry. It's just, you're here! Well. Of course your here but I mean your alive!"
Ron shifted uneasy from one foot to the other. "Yeah, thanks to Hermione's parents." He said, trying to laugh.
The black haired boy turned to face Hermione. "When? how?"
"Yesterday, he came by Floo powder." Hermione replied, then went to order them something to eat.
"I can't believe it!" Harry said, he was now crying. "Where were you until now?"
"I've been working for the London police," Ron explained, sitting down. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be here if Petunia Dursley hadn't been murdered."
Harry froze for a moment. "She's....dead?"
Ron nodded, watching his expression.
"It's just shocking is all." Harry whispered. "I hated them and all but I never actually wished they were dead."
"Your the Harry!" Ron exclaimed finally realizing who Harry really was. "I get it now. That would be why he attacked me."
"Attacked you?"
"Not really attacked, just sort of knocked me off my feet I guess you could say." Ron said, shifting his gaze towards Hermione who was walking back to them with a tray of three steaming stews.
"I tend to get memories like that." he said trailing off and trying to smile at Harry.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I guessed." Hermione said, handing each of them a bowl.
"Well you guessed right," Harry laughed, picking up a spoon and starting to eat some of the stew.
Ron on the other hand just stared down at his bowl. He didn't know how she had done it but she had picked one of his favorites. It was almost as if what she had told him had been the truth. Of course he still didn't care to believe it...but the magic part gave it away slowly. No he couldn't think it was real. There was no way that he, a policemen, could manage to do real magic. It had to have been just a cheap trick. But there hadn't been anyone there but him so really it had to have been.
"How?"
Hermione placed her spoon down. "Is something wrong Ron?"
Not bothering to look up from his stew Ron continued. "How am I able to do that."
"Do what?" asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
"That...magic?"
This must have shocked Harry because after Ron said those words he dropped his spoon on the table and shot a look at Hermione. She just looked at the wooden table.
"He's lost his memory Harry." She said sadly.
"Your kidding me!" Harry cried, "You don't remember anything about us?"
Ron nodded. He hadn't the slightest clue who these two had been since he hadn't meet them till now. Perhaps he hadn't lost his memory though maybe they were under cover police. 'There I go.' Ron cursed himself. 'making up stupid excuses to make the truth dull.'
"I can't believe this." Harry said., his head resting in his hands. "You don't have any memory of how we use to be friends, of all our years at Hogwarts together. Do you even remember flying and playing Quidditch. The Chudley Cannons?"
"The Chudley what?"
"Oh god," Harry was once again looking distressed. "He doesn't know who they are."
"Don't worry about it Harry." Hermione said, continuing on her soup.
"Did you try a memory charm?" he asked earnestly.
She shook her head. "It's to late, besides there isn't a spell powerful enough to give him back his memory."
Throughout their talking Ron seemed to have just discovered his stew so once they had finished he was already done. Digging in his pocket Ron pulled our his wallet. There was a few twenty dollar bills in it and this caused Harry and Hermione to look at each other.
"How much do I owe?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. "It's alright, I'll get it Ron. After all you can't use that here."
Ron looked at him confused. "I can't use money here?"
They looked at each other and laughed. "No Ron, it's the type of money you plan on using that's the problem. We pay in galleons, knuts, and sickles.
Blinking Ron closed his wallet. "I really don't feel right about you doing this for me."
"If you want Ron, we could always go to Gringotts and fix things tomorrow." Hermione said, "Oh dear."
Ron looked at curiously. "What is it?"
"I don't know where I put your key, I don't even know when you last used it." Hermione cried.
"What does the key look like?"
Pausing for a second Hermione went to her pocket and pulled out a small gold key.
He knew that key, he had one that looked just like it on his desk. That was the problem though, he wouldn't be able to touch that key after what had happened the nights before. Everything was falling apart because of that murder case.
"I know where it is." Ron said.
Hermione and Harry looked at him for a second then each other.
"Where is it?" Harry questioned.
"It's at the police station. I kept it with all my other keys in case I actually remembered where it had come from."
"I see." Hermione replied, "Then we will just have to find a way to get it then."
"I don't know if that's possible after what has just happened." Ron said, drawing circles on the table.
"We'll find a way."
Harry was still feeling rather sad about that fact his best friend couldn't remember anything but the thought of having him back was all that mattered. Hermione looked at her watch.
"So Ron are you staying with Hermione then?" Harry asked, playing with his Butterbeer.
"Yeah, She was nice enough to let me stay with her." Ron replied, standing up slowly.
"I suppose it is getting late." Hermione said, turning towards Harry. "Perhaps we will be able to see you tomorrow. We will need your help to get back the key I believe."
Forcing a smile onto his face Harry nodded. "I'll come see you tomorrow I guess."
Nodding Hermione started to walk away with Ron looking back every so often at Harry. He hadn't the slightest idea why he had forgotten everyone from his past. He still couldn't even figure out how he had lost his memory in the first place.
Then he felt dizzy. Something happened and he couldn't explain it. It was a pain in the back of his head and all he could hear was a scream before he hit the ground and everything turned black.
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"Harry, did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later then."
"-I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasley."
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"Ron! Ron wake up!"
Slowly Ron opened his eyes to see Hermione and Harry standing over him with concern on their faces.
"I'm alright." He said, pushing Hermione away so he could sit up. "Just REALLY tired is all."
Harry and Hermione looked at him unconvinced but decided to drop it anyway. After helping Ron to his feet and saying good bye Hermione and him made their way quickly home.
"Are you sure your alright?" Hermione questioned as she gathered some cloths and headed towards the washroom.
"Positive." Ron said, flopping onto his back thinking about what had happened earlier.
Hermione walked into the washroom and quickly changed trying to make sense of it herself but nothing seemed to ring a bell. Why would he have just blacked out like that? It couldn't have been that he was sleepy could it?
Shaking her head of the thoughts, she shut the light off and walked back into the bedroom the two of them were now sharing. Smiling at herself as she spotted Ron asleep already, she crawled into the bed next to him.
"Goodnight Ron."
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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5/11
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Chapter Five: Harry? Can you hear me Harry? This is Ron.
Ron followed Hermione back to the flat that she had been living in. He had not meant to mess things up as his 'suppose' brothers shop. It just sort of happened. Truthfully he did not know what the spell would do in the long run.
Once he and Hermione arrived at the apartment she turned towards him.
"I'm going to get changed."
Ron nodded, "I don't have to do I?"
Smiling at him, then shook her head, "You don't have to unless you really want to."
Ron glanced down at his clothes. Sure they weren't something that you would usually wear when your going out, but being a cop for so long made him forget about going out all together.
"I think I'll just wear this." Ron explained.
Nodding, Hermione opened the door and walked in, Ron in tow.
"Who's this Harry we're going to meet?" He asked, as Hermione headed into the only other room.
"Oh, Harry is a dear friend," She explained, her voice muffled by the door. "You and him have been….well, were best friends since you were eleven years old. The first time I met you, the both of you were gouging yourselves on sweets."
Ron stiffened. That sounded totally the opposite of what he really was like. In the words of Clancy he was a "hard ass."
"So he's going to met us at the Leaky Caldron." Hermione explained.
"The leaky what?" Ron asked.
Hermione walked out of the bedroom wearing a dress and a black cloak over it. She had pulled back her curls into a ponytail. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, he suddenly understood why he had married this woman.
"The Leaky Caldron." Hermione repeated, bringing him out of his trance.
Shrugging he grinned at her. "You look beautiful 'mione." He stated.
Hermione blushed, she had almost forgotten how he had always liked to shorten her name. Adjusting her cloak, she quickly shook of the crimson patch that betrayed her.
"Shall we go then?"
"Yeah," Ron said, opening the door for her.
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Hermione smiled warmly at him before entering the Leaky Caldron. It was as crowded as she could have expected. There must have been a party going on due to half the place in an uproar singing. Sighing, she turned her gaze to the other side looking for Harry.
It took her a few moments before she spotted him at the back saving a table for them. He was looking over what seemed to be papers for the ministry.
"So..." Ron questioned, looking around as well but not knowing who he was looking for in the first place. "Do you see him anywhere?"
She nodded, making her way towards Harry, Ron following her.
"Harry, your early like usual. Sorry we're late." Hermione apologized, sitting down on the other side of the wooden table.
"We?" Harry asked, then looked up. His glasses nearly fell off his nose when he saw Ron. Jerking back, he managed to tip his chair and ended up on the floor.
Ron looked over the table curiously at him. "Are you alright?"
"RON!"
Before Ron knew what was happening Harry was hugging him so tightly he thought his eyes were going to bug out.
"Could you........let me go please." Ron managed to gasp.
Harry looked at him blankly for a second then let him go. "Sorry. It's just, you're here! Well. Of course your here but I mean your alive!"
Ron shifted uneasy from one foot to the other. "Yeah, thanks to Hermione's parents." He said, trying to laugh.
The black haired boy turned to face Hermione. "When? how?"
"Yesterday, he came by Floo powder." Hermione replied, then went to order them something to eat.
"I can't believe it!" Harry said, he was now crying. "Where were you until now?"
"I've been working for the London police," Ron explained, sitting down. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be here if Petunia Dursley hadn't been murdered."
Harry froze for a moment. "She's....dead?"
Ron nodded, watching his expression.
"It's just shocking is all." Harry whispered. "I hated them and all but I never actually wished they were dead."
"Your the Harry!" Ron exclaimed finally realizing who Harry really was. "I get it now. That would be why he attacked me."
"Attacked you?"
"Not really attacked, just sort of knocked me off my feet I guess you could say." Ron said, shifting his gaze towards Hermione who was walking back to them with a tray of three steaming stews.
"I tend to get memories like that." he said trailing off and trying to smile at Harry.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I guessed." Hermione said, handing each of them a bowl.
"Well you guessed right," Harry laughed, picking up a spoon and starting to eat some of the stew.
Ron on the other hand just stared down at his bowl. He didn't know how she had done it but she had picked one of his favorites. It was almost as if what she had told him had been the truth. Of course he still didn't care to believe it...but the magic part gave it away slowly. No he couldn't think it was real. There was no way that he, a policemen, could manage to do real magic. It had to have been just a cheap trick. But there hadn't been anyone there but him so really it had to have been.
"How?"
Hermione placed her spoon down. "Is something wrong Ron?"
Not bothering to look up from his stew Ron continued. "How am I able to do that."
"Do what?" asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
"That...magic?"
This must have shocked Harry because after Ron said those words he dropped his spoon on the table and shot a look at Hermione. She just looked at the wooden table.
"He's lost his memory Harry." She said sadly.
"Your kidding me!" Harry cried, "You don't remember anything about us?"
Ron nodded. He hadn't the slightest clue who these two had been since he hadn't meet them till now. Perhaps he hadn't lost his memory though maybe they were under cover police. 'There I go.' Ron cursed himself. 'making up stupid excuses to make the truth dull.'
"I can't believe this." Harry said., his head resting in his hands. "You don't have any memory of how we use to be friends, of all our years at Hogwarts together. Do you even remember flying and playing Quidditch. The Chudley Cannons?"
"The Chudley what?"
"Oh god," Harry was once again looking distressed. "He doesn't know who they are."
"Don't worry about it Harry." Hermione said, continuing on her soup.
"Did you try a memory charm?" he asked earnestly.
She shook her head. "It's to late, besides there isn't a spell powerful enough to give him back his memory."
Throughout their talking Ron seemed to have just discovered his stew so once they had finished he was already done. Digging in his pocket Ron pulled our his wallet. There was a few twenty dollar bills in it and this caused Harry and Hermione to look at each other.
"How much do I owe?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. "It's alright, I'll get it Ron. After all you can't use that here."
Ron looked at him confused. "I can't use money here?"
They looked at each other and laughed. "No Ron, it's the type of money you plan on using that's the problem. We pay in galleons, knuts, and sickles.
Blinking Ron closed his wallet. "I really don't feel right about you doing this for me."
"If you want Ron, we could always go to Gringotts and fix things tomorrow." Hermione said, "Oh dear."
Ron looked at curiously. "What is it?"
"I don't know where I put your key, I don't even know when you last used it." Hermione cried.
"What does the key look like?"
Pausing for a second Hermione went to her pocket and pulled out a small gold key.
He knew that key, he had one that looked just like it on his desk. That was the problem though, he wouldn't be able to touch that key after what had happened the nights before. Everything was falling apart because of that murder case.
"I know where it is." Ron said.
Hermione and Harry looked at him for a second then each other.
"Where is it?" Harry questioned.
"It's at the police station. I kept it with all my other keys in case I actually remembered where it had come from."
"I see." Hermione replied, "Then we will just have to find a way to get it then."
"I don't know if that's possible after what has just happened." Ron said, drawing circles on the table.
"We'll find a way."
Harry was still feeling rather sad about that fact his best friend couldn't remember anything but the thought of having him back was all that mattered. Hermione looked at her watch.
"So Ron are you staying with Hermione then?" Harry asked, playing with his Butterbeer.
"Yeah, She was nice enough to let me stay with her." Ron replied, standing up slowly.
"I suppose it is getting late." Hermione said, turning towards Harry. "Perhaps we will be able to see you tomorrow. We will need your help to get back the key I believe."
Forcing a smile onto his face Harry nodded. "I'll come see you tomorrow I guess."
Nodding Hermione started to walk away with Ron looking back every so often at Harry. He hadn't the slightest idea why he had forgotten everyone from his past. He still couldn't even figure out how he had lost his memory in the first place.
Then he felt dizzy. Something happened and he couldn't explain it. It was a pain in the back of his head and all he could hear was a scream before he hit the ground and everything turned black.
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"Harry, did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later then."
"-I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasley."
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"Ron! Ron wake up!"
Slowly Ron opened his eyes to see Hermione and Harry standing over him with concern on their faces.
"I'm alright." He said, pushing Hermione away so he could sit up. "Just REALLY tired is all."
Harry and Hermione looked at him unconvinced but decided to drop it anyway. After helping Ron to his feet and saying good bye Hermione and him made their way quickly home.
"Are you sure your alright?" Hermione questioned as she gathered some cloths and headed towards the washroom.
"Positive." Ron said, flopping onto his back thinking about what had happened earlier.
Hermione walked into the washroom and quickly changed trying to make sense of it herself but nothing seemed to ring a bell. Why would he have just blacked out like that? It couldn't have been that he was sleepy could it?
Shaking her head of the thoughts, she shut the light off and walked back into the bedroom the two of them were now sharing. Smiling at herself as she spotted Ron asleep already, she crawled into the bed next to him.
"Goodnight Ron."