Losing my mind

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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Chapter Eight: Resemblance

"You don't deserve her."

"No one deserves her!"

"Why can't you be happy with what you already have? Your Harry Potters best friend, isn't that enough for you!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Seamus Finnigan?"

Hermione and Ron nodded. The three of them were sitting across from one another in the corner. Hermione had come up with a ridiculous idea that perhaps Seamus had been the one to frame Ron for the murder of Petunia. It was very unlikely that he would but it was worth 'discussing' or so she said.

"You think Seamus Finnigan killed my aunt?" Harry asked for the third time.

Hermione sighed. "Do I have to explain it again?"

Pushing his butterbeer to the side, Harry leaned in towards the two.

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's just the evidence leads to him." Hermione explained. "The newspaper article coming out before she was even killed, him knowing that Ron was back before even I did."

"He wants me dead is what it is," Ron said, bitterly as he leaned back in his seat eyes traveling towards Hermione. "It's because of you."

She looked at him curiously.

"He's been in love with you since...." He tried to remember where they had been when he had heard things about it. "...I can't remember, but it was before I lost my memory." Hermione's hand snaked around the drinks and rested on Ron's. He glanced at it for a second but didn't say anything.

"So you think he found out you were alive, killed Petunia, then wrote an article about the whole thing." Harry said, trying to get the last bit analyzed. "But how did he kill her without anyone seeing him."

Ron nodded. "Exactly what we're trying to figure out."

"It couldn't have been Ron," Hermione added. "He didn't even have a wand on him."

"I know that." Harry stated, starting to get annoyed by her constant reminders.

"How would he be able to pass for me?"

Harry and Hermione looked at him Ron for a moment then each other.

"Vernon Dursley put in the complaint that it was me. He had to have seen me in order to do that. So how would Seamus pass for me?"

"Good question." Hermione groaned. "Just another, on our list of things to figure out."

Walking home all Ron could think about what how something like this could have happened. Why did it have to happen to him? He was happy in his small world, wasn't he?

Looking towards Hermione he smiled. Something's here did feel right.

"Hermione. How did this happen?"

"He's just very tricky is all. Seamus will get caugh..."

He cut her off. "No. I mean my memory. What happened that caused this?"

She smiled to herself sadly causing him to want nothing more then to take back the question. "Five years ago Voldemort attacked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was attempting to put a stop to Harry's life," She paused thinking of how she would explain what had happened when she herself didn't know. "He along with others nearly killed Harry. Ava..." she glanced around to see if anyone was listening. "Avada Kedavra was used and aimed right for Harry but you jumped in the way. We thought the blast had been so powerful that you just didn't exist anymore but when the light vanished neither you nor Voldemort were left."

"So I saved Harry's life?"

Hermione nodded, digging in the small handbag she had for a key. "You two were best friends remember."

"I wish I could." He muttered, as she unlocked the door and opened it.

Just as they did however, a newspaper fell to their feet. Hermione furrowed her brow.

"I don't get the Daily Prophet anymore..." she said, picking up the paper.

"What does it say?" Ron asked, looking over her shoulder to see if he would be able to get a glance.

"Ronald Weasley, of Hogwarts School has been discovered alive and well. Authorities this morning confirmed his involvement with the death of a muggle just after the Quibbler was sent out. These false accusations have been brought to the attention by the Minister of Magic's associates and will be considered. A trail Ronald Weasley, hero or Ronald Weasley Deatheater in disguise is to be held near the end of the month. Citizens are informed to stay away from the suspect, for it has been said he is highly dangerous. Well that's complete rubbish." She snapped, throwing it back on the floor and entering the flat. "Who would confirm those ridiculous stories right Ron...Ron?" She turned towards where he had been standing only to see his eyes roll back and Ron crumble to the ground.

Seamus looked in the mirror. His hair was flat against his face, his eyes blood shot but his smirk was still on. Lifting a glass to his lips he nearly laughed. The smell off of it was revolting but he swigged it back none-the-less.

Setting the empty cup on the counter, he watched as slowly the transformation took over him. His hair slowly began to grow and turn a shade of red. His eyes turning to a brown color as his face started to twist and freckles littered the skin.

"To the end right Ron." He said, his voice still unchanged but everything else resembling Ron.

Turning away from the mirror he disappeared to an abandoned street. Kicking over garbage barrels, hitting mailboxes, he swiftly made his way to the Number 4 Privet Drive.

Lifting his wand to the door he whispered a spell. Walking into the house quietly, he made his way up the stairs and down to the end of the hall.

Opening the last door he looked over the two sleeping soundly in their beds. Grinning to himself he walked towards them.

"Stupid," Seamus said under his breath as he lifted his Wand. "He should be dead." A movement from the bed.

Seamus' head snapped away from the window towards the women that slowly blinked open her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked in alarm.

Seamus grinned. "Ronald Weasley."

"Vernon!" she shrieked shaking the man beside her. He just grunted a few times but didn't wake up.

"What do you want." She hissed.

Raising his wand up to her forehead, Seamus smiled. "To send a message.." he said before calling off the curse that would soon have Ron on the run.


Ron opened his eyes and saw Hermione over him. She was looking at him with a wave of relief. Opening his mouth to say he would be fine didn't work however because the only thing that came out was.

"..Polyjuice."