Disclaimer: Well I have to say I don't own Harry Potter… but boy would I like to!
Anyway enjoy!
I think it was like dying. I mean they say your whole life flashes before your eyes and that's exactly what mine did as I remembered it, remembered everything…everything.
"Let me up." I said quietly.
He did so unresistingly and I practically leapt off the bed, scrambling round frantically for my robes.
"Where are you going?" He asked and I could hear the confusion in his voice… the slight hurt.
"Oh, I just thought I'd get some air you know." I said pulling the ties of my robe together with trembling fingers.
I walked swiftly towards the door never intending on pausing until he said, "Was it something I did?"
And it was a second before I carried on out the door – silence building like a wall behind me… because it was.
I went of all places, to the library. I'd never gone to the library much when we'd schooled here unless George and I needed to research a charm or potion for one of our pranks.
It was strangely soothing, as I wondered around the bookshelves a musty, dusty sort of smell filling my nostrils.
Eventually seating myself by a window I finally faced my seething mass of – problems head on.
I hadn't wanted George to know that I'd got my memories back because I needed to sort out how I felt inside.
George… had betrayed my trust and slept with our brother and the repercussion of this knowledge still lay heavy in my heart.
When I lost my memory he cared for me and helped me. But he hadn't wanted me then – no he had wanted the one who was whole, the one I am now.
And yet if he hadn't wanted me, how come he had slept with me?
Damnation it was confusing and only one fact stood out clearly in my mind.
I couldn't exist without George and he could not exist without me…as proven by the past weeks events.
I sat their long into the early morning deliberating…and finally came up with a plan.
I slipped back into our room quietly. George was in the bed I'd left him in, his face held a troubled and pained expression.
Ironically my heart hurt because I had caused it.
Slipping off my robe I climbed into the bed with him and smiled when his arms automatically surrounded me and held me close, the pained expression falling easily from his face.
I awoke to George's face looming over me.
Catching his gaze I held it to convey all the love I had for him signalling it was ok.
Nodding his head slightly he lay back down beside me and drawing me close to him.
"Why did you leave?" He asked softly after a while.
I turned away as if pained and felt him hold me tighter in comfort.
I said in a voice barely above a whisper, "You don't like me."
"What?" He sounded shocked.
"You don't like me because I'm…I'm not whole"
He stayed quiet for a long time, so long that I worried I really was correct.
"I love you Fred," He said eventually, just seconds before I had to run away and hide to get away from the pain of my thoughts…the all-encompassing fear.
"I may not like the fact that you've lost your memory, but that doesn't mean I don't like you or love you less!"
Turning back to him I watched him as he carried on.
"And that's the reason you are going to slow down with this obsessive hunt for your memories. Your going to eat and sleep and I am going to help you regain them. But on my terms!"
I was touched by the raw emotion I his voice as he said all of this and snuggled into to him further.
"Well that's what I was hoping you'd do."
"What? Force you to slow down?"
"Well yeah kind of, but what I really meant was I was hoping you'd help me regain my memories."
"Oh? And how were you hoping I'd do that."
"Well" I said rising onto my elbows and looking down at him, "I thought there maybe a reason I wouldn't want to remember. I read in one of the books on amnesia that victims sometimes take longer to regain their memory because of a subconscious desire to block out a particularly painful or traumatising memory. So what I thought we could do is talk over the last couple of days leading up to the accident and see what jogs my memory?"
I felt him stiffen and let him panic for a few minutes before I casually said, "But first I'd like to discuss our relationship!"
He let out a breath quietly before, "What do you want to know?"
"Everything!" I said decisively.
And so he told me, how long he'd loved me, how we got together, and about the curse. Even our sex life and exploits were highlighted and you would have thought it was boring… but it wasn't because his love for me and remembered happiness shone in his eyes…and I could feel his love for me – and it felt warm.
Our new relationship as you could call it blossomed and I was happier than I'd ever been as I continued to grill him on our relationship and he continued to answer with unfaltering love and honesty. But for the moment by unspoken agreement we left off the sex.
Two days afterwoulds we travelled back home and George had to go back to work.
I was lonely and bored and was beginning to despise the pitying look mum and dad seemed determined to bestow on me.
They both had thought that home would have jogged my memory and were bitterly disappointed when it 'hadn't'.
But it was useful because George could see that drastic action needed to be taken soon and so would have to address the retelling of the couple of days before my accident.
I wanted him to do it voluntarily because any forced out version would be short and terse and I wanted a full confession.
And so I woke up on Saturday morning wrapped snugly in George's arms thinking gleefully that he had to tell me today…oh please.
Two arms tightened around me before a moist mouth found is way to my ear and said, "Fancy going out today?"
"Where?" I asked, admittedly a little breathlessly
"Ah it's a surprise," He said irritatingly before taking back his arms and climbing out of bed.
Ten minutes later we were dressed casually as he'd dictated and with a port key in our hands.
As we went out the door George snagged a basket form the larder (AN:I figured you know a magical larder to keep stuff hot and cold depending) shrinking it and putting it in his pocket.
We moved to the middle of a garden and both wrapped our hands round a wooden spoon. It must have been about a minute later when I felt the familiar tug behind my naval and we were speeding toward an unknown location.
We landed and I just managed to stay upright my eyes still closed and holding tightly to the spoon.
Suddenly George's arms were around me and his voice close to my ear. "Shh, keep your eyes closed and tell me, where are we?"
When he said this I began to notice our surroundings through my other senses. I could feel the wind battering forcefully against me, making my hair bend freely to its will. I could smell salt on the air and hear gulls crying overhead.
"The beach?" I asked excitedly.
He chuckled indulgently. "Close enough, open your eyes."
Slowly I let my lids peel back to expose the scene before me… and my breath caught.
We were standing on the edge of a cliff, the sea pounding white tipped waves at the base, drowning the rocks below in swirls of foam.
Cliffs stretched for miles; each green tipped and rugged…standing strong against the battering breeze.
"It's beautiful." I whispered though he couldn't have heard me over the pounding waves and howling wind.
"Where are we?" I asked loudly now.
"The Cornish coast my love." He shouted back, "Wanna explore?"
I nodded emphatically as a yes and he laughed before tugging me into his arms and apparating us down to the stony beach below.
I pulled out of his arms reluctantly before staring around me in awe. The view was almost as good as the one from the cliff… almost.
"How do you know of this place?" I asked staring out to the horizon, trying to memorise the scene.
"I heard about it from a customer in Gringotts and I decided to visit. I come here whenever I need to relax now.
I smiled thanking him with my eyes for trusting me with this place that was obviously very special to him. I could feel it under my own awe and euphoria.
"So," He asked a little shyly. "Want to eat now?"
I nodded quickly, and then shook my head as I caught sight of the surging waves.
"No, I want to go paddling!" I said excitedly.
"What are you crazy?" He asked eyeing the powerful surf flinging itself up the beach and then sucking back down again only to repeat the motion a few seconds later.
"No!" I laughed tugging my trainers and socks off and urging him to do the same.
"Fred…" He protested half heartedly as I began tug his footwear off when it became apparent he wasn't going to. I loved the whine he inserted into his voice.
"Oh come on George please! We'll place grounding spells on the beach, just please!"
He moaned and groaned about suicidal maniacs but took his footwear off all the same.
Whilst he was doing this I cast the spells and then we ran towards the powerful foam, playfully dodging it as it came perilously close to our ankles, only to have it encase our knees a second later.
It stung after awhile the combination of salt on our skin and tiny stones being thrown against our legs as they were tossed about in the water. So we started playing chase along the narrow sandy strip along the beach just at the edge of the water just before the stones.
He gave up running as I tackled him to the ground, forgetting I was supposed to have lost my memory for a while and showering his sandy face in kisses. He looked surprised, but pleased and didn't comment.
It was late afternoon before we finally sat down to eat.
He'd prepared a meal fit for kings, with cold chicken, potato salad, green salad, quiche and marmite sandwiches. For desert pasta and strawberry sauce. All my favourites.
I almost kissed him again when I realised how much effort he'd put into making the day nice for me. But thought perhaps that it would look suspicious. We still hadn't had sex again and I had a hunch he was playing it gentle with me. Made me feel quite warm and fuzzy actually.
The sunset was beautiful as I looked over the fire tinted water and suddenly I heard a snap behind me, and it was George with a wizard camera taking a picture of me.
I looked at him in askance and he simply said, "So I can remember the good times."
I heard the sadness in his voice and knew that he was thinking about me regaining my memory and hating him. So I took the camera and said softly, "There will always be good times- now smile so I can have one."
He laughed and so I got a beautiful shot, with the wind tousling his hair and his cheeks flushed and bright. I couldn't wait until it was developed.
And as I looked at him. Radiant in his happiness… I forgot our problems and our fight, it was just he and I and I was happy to forget – for the moment.
A grounding spell is an equivalent to a rope attaching you to the shore and making sure your not sucked in and taken out to sea on the current