A.N// Hullo all. Hope you haven't lost faith in this story….god knows we have. But after writing out a plot Fred has decided he wanted to finish it. *grumbles under breath* Anyway. We just both wanted to thank you all for the reviews. Love to see the enthusiasm, it's really helpful to make us write. ^^ And as always enjoy reading the next chapter.
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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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6/11
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Chapter six: In search
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"Your scary sometimes, Brilliant but Scary."
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Ron awoke with a start. The room was still dark and Hermione was still sleeping soundly beside him. Slowly he got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen the books from earlier still littered the table and his wand sat on top. He walked over and picked it up carefully. It was still causing him distress, not to remember anything or make sense of it.
He swished the wand then noticed a book he hadn't seen before. Pushing the spell books off he placed his wand on the table and sat down opening the book. Inside were a great deal of tan colored photo's. The first few pages were filled with Pictures of Hermione and her parents. He smiled flipping the pages, when he found one of the two of them. Hermione was smiling as Ron scratched the back of his head. His left hand traveled up to the moving picture.
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"I may not be smart, I may not be rich, I'm not handsome, and you may not feel the way I do, but if I don't say something right now, I'll live to regret it."
"Ron what are you trying to say?"
"Hermione I'm not Viktor or even Harry."
"Well I know that."
"I'm trying to say that even though I'm not them I am the man that is in love you and I probably always will be.
"Did you just tell me that you.....loved me?" she asked shocked.
"I uh...yes I did. If it's worth anything, I did mean ever word of it."
"I know you do."
"Hermione?"
"I love you to Ron, and I don't care that your none of that. I don't care that your not your brothers, that you can't live up to Viktors lifestyle, and I don't care that your always second choose to Harry, you've always been my first choice since first year. Ron, your the bravest person I've ever met you may even be braver then Harry for what you just said."
"you think so?"
"I know so. Don't ever second best yourself to anyone, because I'll love you for who you are, not who you might have been."
"Thank you."
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"Ron?"
Ron blinked when he felt someone's hands on his shoulders. He turned his head so he was looking at Hermione.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked.
"No, there's a lot of things going through my head at the moment and sleep just didn't seem to want to come is all." He replied, turning towards the book once again to flip the page.
Hermione frowned when she heard this. It wasn't like Ron to worry so much over something so Trivial. 'This isn't trivial though is it Hermione? He's lost his memory and he can't even remember you? or what you both had. You'll have to start over but can you really go through it all again if his answer is just going to be no.'
The questions plaguing her mind were unlike his. He was just concerned on how he would avoid the police, and to make sense of the Wizarding world. Her problems ran deeper. There wasn't a day gone by that she hadn't thought about why she couldn't have saved him. Why Voldermort had chosen him, a pureblood wizard and not her, a muggleborn. Ever day she cursed her name, her family for being what they were. She blamed herself for the lack of life, and there was no one to take that blame away. But now Ron was back and she couldn't seem to forget about him vanishing. What if he had another family in the muggle world. What if....what if he was already a father and it wasn't to her child.
"Hermione?"
She blinked out of her thoughts. Ron had turned his complete attention towards her now and was looking concerned.
"What?"
Ron bit his lip wondering if he should say something or not. "Your....your crying Hermione."
Looking at him for a second she screwed up her nose, and left a hand touch her cheeks. They were wet. She had been crying without notice, like so many times before. Only this time she was crying about the possibilities not he past.
George and Fred had tried there hardest to give her a good time. When she worked with them they were always so polite to her, and they always asked if she would be coming to the family get together's. In fact all the Weasley's had still considered her family and had wanted her to be apart of their lives. She however was unsure of what she had wanted. There were times when she had made up her mind to forget about him, and gone on a date but whenever she came home, she came home alone. The thought of betraying him was to much for her to bare. She had always believed that he was still out there somewhere and now here he was sitting right in front of her with a concerned look in his eyes.
"Is something the matter?" He questioned.
She looked at him with all seriousness. "Ron I need to know something," she said, then paused. Could she bare to hear the words yes. "Back in London. Do you-Do you have a family?"
Ron looked at her in shock then smiled. "If you consider my partners, Clancy and Marcus my family then I suppose I do. But other then those two brain dead twits there is no one."
She felt her heart leap into her throat. "Then your not married."
Ron grinned. "If I was married to anyone it would be someone like you."
"You were married to someone like me." she said, holding up her hands to show him a gold bond on her ring finger with a small diamond on it.
"I suppose your right." he said, looking for the ring towards his wand.
"You still can't remember anything."
He nodded, feeling like he had done something to hurt her. He almost felt guilty for not loving her like he should have been. Ron turned from the wand to her, she had just finished yawning when he laughed.
"What?" she asked confused.
"Maybe you should go back to sleep." he suggested.
"What about you?" Hermione asked.
Ron motioned toward the pile of books. "I think I'll stay up and read a little longer."
Feeling helpless she nodded, then leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Till morning then."
He froze as she walked back into the room they had been sharing. Why couldn't he remember someone that was suppose to be the most important human in his life?
Sighing he turned back to the books and decided to learn some more spells before the night was done.
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"Harry, I wasn't expecting you so early." Hermione said, smiling as Harry walked into the flat.
Harry smiled, looking at the table where Ron was doing wand movements. "I thought we should head out earlier to get Ron's wand. I hope that's not a problem."
"Why?" Hermione questioned looking towards Ron who had just managed a 'Lumos' spell.
"Well, after what happened to him, I don't think Floo powder would work. Your parents would be under surveillance for picking him up." Harry admitted.
"I suppose your right about that." Hermione sighed, then closed the door behind him. "What are you going to do then? Take the Knightbus?"
Harry smiled wickedly. "I thought we could go get the keys the way Ron would have always wanted."
"And that would be?" Ron asked, as he stood up and walked towards Harry and Hermione.
"By broom of course." Harry replied.
"HARRY!" Hermione cried. "You can't expect him to be able to do that!"
"Sure he can, I bet he'll be a natural." Harry chuckled.
Ron looked at him confused by the word 'broom'. "You want to use a broom?"
Harry turned his attention towards Ron. "We're going to fly."
"Fly? a broom?" Ron's eyes widened suddenly when he realized what Harry actually meant by flying. He was about to protest when he remembered all the spells he had been doing earlier. If he was able to do all that what would be the difference. Flying a broom may even be easier. "Lets do it." he said, excited for the new adventure.
Harry grinned while Hermione frowned and walked away to retrieve his broom. When she got
back and gave it to him he was starting to feel terrified.
"Be careful with him Harry." Hermione said, as the two men made there way out of the flat and down the back stairs.
Ron didn't dare say anything as they came out to a clearing. It was a sort of plate form with nothing around it and nothing above.
Harry threw his leg over the broom he had been carrying, and waited for Ron to do the same.
"All you have to do is push off and once your in the air you'll remember what it was like I'm sure."
Ron took a deep breath and pushed off with both feet. It took a second and he thought that nothing was going to happen when he was suddenly hurdled into the air as fast as he any amusement park ride would do. The air went though his hair as he flew higher and higher into the air, Harry beside him.
"Slow down." Harry said.
Ron's mind screamed for the broom to stop and lucky enough it did. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned towards Harry.
"Easy as pie." he laughed.
Harry nodded. "We just have to stay in the cloud cover, so that non-magic humans or muggles don't see us at all."
"I'll try."
It didn't take as long as Ron had thought it would have, they flew in the cloud careful not to be spotted by any 'muggles' when Ron pointed below them to his flat.
"That's it."
Harry nodded, looking around and when they were sure the coast was clear they both descended to the ground. There was a car in front of the house and Ron looked at it strangely but just shrugged it off thinking that someone must have been visiting across the street.
They made there way to the door when Ron realized he didn't have his keys on him at all. He cursed as Harry tried to look for something that might open the door, when suddenly the door opened.
The two of them looked up to see Clancy standing there just as shocked.
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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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6/11
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Chapter six: In search
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"Your scary sometimes, Brilliant but Scary."
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Ron awoke with a start. The room was still dark and Hermione was still sleeping soundly beside him. Slowly he got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen the books from earlier still littered the table and his wand sat on top. He walked over and picked it up carefully. It was still causing him distress, not to remember anything or make sense of it.
He swished the wand then noticed a book he hadn't seen before. Pushing the spell books off he placed his wand on the table and sat down opening the book. Inside were a great deal of tan colored photo's. The first few pages were filled with Pictures of Hermione and her parents. He smiled flipping the pages, when he found one of the two of them. Hermione was smiling as Ron scratched the back of his head. His left hand traveled up to the moving picture.
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"I may not be smart, I may not be rich, I'm not handsome, and you may not feel the way I do, but if I don't say something right now, I'll live to regret it."
"Ron what are you trying to say?"
"Hermione I'm not Viktor or even Harry."
"Well I know that."
"I'm trying to say that even though I'm not them I am the man that is in love you and I probably always will be.
"Did you just tell me that you.....loved me?" she asked shocked.
"I uh...yes I did. If it's worth anything, I did mean ever word of it."
"I know you do."
"Hermione?"
"I love you to Ron, and I don't care that your none of that. I don't care that your not your brothers, that you can't live up to Viktors lifestyle, and I don't care that your always second choose to Harry, you've always been my first choice since first year. Ron, your the bravest person I've ever met you may even be braver then Harry for what you just said."
"you think so?"
"I know so. Don't ever second best yourself to anyone, because I'll love you for who you are, not who you might have been."
"Thank you."
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"Ron?"
Ron blinked when he felt someone's hands on his shoulders. He turned his head so he was looking at Hermione.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked.
"No, there's a lot of things going through my head at the moment and sleep just didn't seem to want to come is all." He replied, turning towards the book once again to flip the page.
Hermione frowned when she heard this. It wasn't like Ron to worry so much over something so Trivial. 'This isn't trivial though is it Hermione? He's lost his memory and he can't even remember you? or what you both had. You'll have to start over but can you really go through it all again if his answer is just going to be no.'
The questions plaguing her mind were unlike his. He was just concerned on how he would avoid the police, and to make sense of the Wizarding world. Her problems ran deeper. There wasn't a day gone by that she hadn't thought about why she couldn't have saved him. Why Voldermort had chosen him, a pureblood wizard and not her, a muggleborn. Ever day she cursed her name, her family for being what they were. She blamed herself for the lack of life, and there was no one to take that blame away. But now Ron was back and she couldn't seem to forget about him vanishing. What if he had another family in the muggle world. What if....what if he was already a father and it wasn't to her child.
"Hermione?"
She blinked out of her thoughts. Ron had turned his complete attention towards her now and was looking concerned.
"What?"
Ron bit his lip wondering if he should say something or not. "Your....your crying Hermione."
Looking at him for a second she screwed up her nose, and left a hand touch her cheeks. They were wet. She had been crying without notice, like so many times before. Only this time she was crying about the possibilities not he past.
George and Fred had tried there hardest to give her a good time. When she worked with them they were always so polite to her, and they always asked if she would be coming to the family get together's. In fact all the Weasley's had still considered her family and had wanted her to be apart of their lives. She however was unsure of what she had wanted. There were times when she had made up her mind to forget about him, and gone on a date but whenever she came home, she came home alone. The thought of betraying him was to much for her to bare. She had always believed that he was still out there somewhere and now here he was sitting right in front of her with a concerned look in his eyes.
"Is something the matter?" He questioned.
She looked at him with all seriousness. "Ron I need to know something," she said, then paused. Could she bare to hear the words yes. "Back in London. Do you-Do you have a family?"
Ron looked at her in shock then smiled. "If you consider my partners, Clancy and Marcus my family then I suppose I do. But other then those two brain dead twits there is no one."
She felt her heart leap into her throat. "Then your not married."
Ron grinned. "If I was married to anyone it would be someone like you."
"You were married to someone like me." she said, holding up her hands to show him a gold bond on her ring finger with a small diamond on it.
"I suppose your right." he said, looking for the ring towards his wand.
"You still can't remember anything."
He nodded, feeling like he had done something to hurt her. He almost felt guilty for not loving her like he should have been. Ron turned from the wand to her, she had just finished yawning when he laughed.
"What?" she asked confused.
"Maybe you should go back to sleep." he suggested.
"What about you?" Hermione asked.
Ron motioned toward the pile of books. "I think I'll stay up and read a little longer."
Feeling helpless she nodded, then leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Till morning then."
He froze as she walked back into the room they had been sharing. Why couldn't he remember someone that was suppose to be the most important human in his life?
Sighing he turned back to the books and decided to learn some more spells before the night was done.
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"Harry, I wasn't expecting you so early." Hermione said, smiling as Harry walked into the flat.
Harry smiled, looking at the table where Ron was doing wand movements. "I thought we should head out earlier to get Ron's wand. I hope that's not a problem."
"Why?" Hermione questioned looking towards Ron who had just managed a 'Lumos' spell.
"Well, after what happened to him, I don't think Floo powder would work. Your parents would be under surveillance for picking him up." Harry admitted.
"I suppose your right about that." Hermione sighed, then closed the door behind him. "What are you going to do then? Take the Knightbus?"
Harry smiled wickedly. "I thought we could go get the keys the way Ron would have always wanted."
"And that would be?" Ron asked, as he stood up and walked towards Harry and Hermione.
"By broom of course." Harry replied.
"HARRY!" Hermione cried. "You can't expect him to be able to do that!"
"Sure he can, I bet he'll be a natural." Harry chuckled.
Ron looked at him confused by the word 'broom'. "You want to use a broom?"
Harry turned his attention towards Ron. "We're going to fly."
"Fly? a broom?" Ron's eyes widened suddenly when he realized what Harry actually meant by flying. He was about to protest when he remembered all the spells he had been doing earlier. If he was able to do all that what would be the difference. Flying a broom may even be easier. "Lets do it." he said, excited for the new adventure.
Harry grinned while Hermione frowned and walked away to retrieve his broom. When she got
back and gave it to him he was starting to feel terrified.
"Be careful with him Harry." Hermione said, as the two men made there way out of the flat and down the back stairs.
Ron didn't dare say anything as they came out to a clearing. It was a sort of plate form with nothing around it and nothing above.
Harry threw his leg over the broom he had been carrying, and waited for Ron to do the same.
"All you have to do is push off and once your in the air you'll remember what it was like I'm sure."
Ron took a deep breath and pushed off with both feet. It took a second and he thought that nothing was going to happen when he was suddenly hurdled into the air as fast as he any amusement park ride would do. The air went though his hair as he flew higher and higher into the air, Harry beside him.
"Slow down." Harry said.
Ron's mind screamed for the broom to stop and lucky enough it did. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned towards Harry.
"Easy as pie." he laughed.
Harry nodded. "We just have to stay in the cloud cover, so that non-magic humans or muggles don't see us at all."
"I'll try."
It didn't take as long as Ron had thought it would have, they flew in the cloud careful not to be spotted by any 'muggles' when Ron pointed below them to his flat.
"That's it."
Harry nodded, looking around and when they were sure the coast was clear they both descended to the ground. There was a car in front of the house and Ron looked at it strangely but just shrugged it off thinking that someone must have been visiting across the street.
They made there way to the door when Ron realized he didn't have his keys on him at all. He cursed as Harry tried to look for something that might open the door, when suddenly the door opened.
The two of them looked up to see Clancy standing there just as shocked.