A/N: Christ on a bike! How many reviews!!! 353 thats how many! does crazy victory danceU guys rock! I checked the reviews, and nearly fell off my chair! So this is the chapter you've all been waiting for, i hope it's all you wanted it to be. I'm gonna have to do some serious writing now. I think i owe it to you guys! Just a few answers to a few random questions:

Cedric and Cho: I know in the real world they would have left Hogwarts, but in my world they haven't. I needed them to still be in school, to show Harry moving on from Cho etc.

Ron and Hermione: Someone asked why Ron and Hermione would have to stay together, because the world they are in now will dissappear when they leave. Well, in my story, thats not the case. The world the trio are in now is a real world, and when they leave it will carry on, it won't just dissappear. I'll explain it better when it matters in the story.

Now enjoy this chapter. All my love, Angel.

Chapter 25 – Memories

The trio fell soundlessly to the floor, landing expertly on their feet.

They were outside, in the Hogwarts grounds, and it was a bright and busy day. Students were chatting left, right and center, and rushing around, sharing news. Harry knew Hogwarts was only this busy at one time of year: The first week back at school.

Ron lead the other two to the center of the path, and Hermione tugged Ron on his sleeve.

'Don't you think we should be hiding?' Hermione said, sounding panicked. 'If someone notices who we are…'

'It's alright Hermione.' Harry reassured her. 'They can't see or hear us.'

'Why do I get the feeling you've done this before?' Hermione asked raising an eyebrow, but Harry was too busy watching a loud group of students, to notice.

A first year Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean, were moving merrily in the trio's direction. Leader of the pack was Harry, with his messy hair, and Ron strolled confidently by his side. Seamus and Dean took up the back, pee shooting passers by.

There was a noticeable difference between the young Harry and Ron, and the Ron and Harry who were watching. It almost aggravated Harry to see his other self stroll in such a cocky manor, with his hand placed conveniently in his pockets. Ron, on the other hand, didn't even falter as his younger self threw a stone at two Hufflepuff boys.

'Nice day for a prank.' Young Harry announced, as he brought a bag of dung bombs out of his pocket. The other boys giggles childishly.

'Good idea' Dean chirped, in a voice about two octaves higher than usual. 'We should chuck them in Filch's office.'

'No. Lets throw them at Snape.' Seamus argued. 'I found a great passage way by his office the other day, so he'd never catch us. Lets do it after dinner.'

'I can't.' The younger Ron sighed. 'I have to write to my sister. She wrote yesterday, and she gets whiney if I don't reply.'

'I'll write to your sister.' Young Harry said, heroically. 'Now lets get ready for this prank. It's going to be the best one Hogwarts has ever seen.'

'So can we throw them at Snape, Harry?' Seamus asked.

'Sure.' Young Harry replied, grinning. 'And I know just the thing to help us do it unnoticed, Seamus.'

The trio followed young Ron, as he took his best friend to one side. Harry was wondering why they had called Seamus, Seamus, before figuring out that this memory must be from before the young Marauders existed.

'Harry.' Young Ron started. 'Thanks for covering for me, but I really do need to write to me sister. She misses me, now that she's the only kid left at home.'

'It's ok.' Harry said, patting his friend on the shoulder. 'I said I'd write to her. Can't have too many girl friends now, can you? I have to write to my sister, anyway.'

'Thanks.' Young Ron smiled, genuinely. 'That the nicest thing…Who's that?'

The trio followed young Ron's gaze down to a figure sitting by the lake. She had brown curly hair, and a book resting in her lap.

'That's Hermione Granger.' Harry said, smartly. 'She's in our house and year. Why? Do you like her, or something?'

'No.' Ron replied bluntly. 'I don't like girls.'

'Ok then.' Harry said, rolling his eyes. 'Lets go back to the castle.'

As the two young boys turned away, Harry's eyes lingered on the younger Hermione, as she turned her head. She stared at Ron for a moment, then shook her head, and went back to her reading.

The scene suddenly melted, and Harry felt a jerk on the back of his robes, as he was thrown into another landscape. This time, he was in the library.

A slightly older looking Hermione, maybe in her 4th year, sat behind a battered desk. Her hair was longer then before, and half tied back with a pink ribbon, and her figure showed maturity. Her eyes scanned over a dusty old volume, and she didn't even notice when a boy appeared in front of her.

'Hermione?' Ron asked, with a slightly nervous smile on his face. He pulled the book she was reading down from her face, and was met with a frown.

'Do you mind?' Hermione asked, sternly.

'Sorry.' Ron said, hesitating slightly. 'But I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?'

Hermione's face suddenly lit up.

'Yes, I'd love to.' She smiled.

'Great.' Ron said. 'I'll meet you in the common room at 9.'

Ron gave Hermione a cheesy grin, before wondering off to the back of the library.

The trio followed him, lead by Ron, and saw him tell his friends.

'She said yes!' Young Ron cheered, and Harry gave him a high five.

'Brilliant, Padfoot.' Dean applauded.

'Was there ever any doubt?' Ron asked.

The trio then drifted back to Hermione, who now had Lavender and Parvati at either side.

'That's so cool.' Lavender gossiped. 'I don't believe you're going out with a Marauder!'

'And a Quidditch player.' Parvati added, ushering Hermione out of the library. 'Now we have to tell everyone!'

The scene changed again, drip by drip, to that of an empty Astronomy Tower. There was a blanket in the middle of the floor, and some cushions, but not a person in sight.

Ron stood unsettlingly still, looking out of the window, as if somebody was about to climb through it.

'What's happening?' Harry hissed at him, through the silence.

'Just wait.' Ron said, crossing his arms.

As if on queue, a young Hermione and Ron poured through the Tower door. They were both laughing, and wearing evening clothes. He was holding her hand.

'That's possibly the funniest thing I've ever heard.' Hermione giggled.

'Oh, that's nothing!' Ron explained. 'I've done worse things then that. I haven't even told you about the time we fed the giant squid a peanut butter sandwich. That was a classic.'

Hermione laughed again, but Ron just stared into her eyes.

'I had a really great time tonight.' He said honestly.

'Me too.' Hermione replied, quietly. 'I never thought I could have so much fun.'

'Me either.' Ron replied. 'This is the best date I've ever been on.' Hermione snorted. 'Honestly! You're something special, Hermione.'

Hermione slowly tipped her head to one side, as Ron lent slowly in. Their lips met with a smile, and warmth filled the room.

Harry looked over to the current day Ron and Hermione, and found them both transfixed. A tingling filled Harry's stomach, as he turned back to the kissing couple. It was so simple and so sweet.

With a pouring of colour, the scene changed once more. Harry turned to Ron in question, and he replied: 'Only two more.'

The trio was now outside, in a grungy wet day. Rain was pouring from the thundering gray sky, yet not a drop touched Harry, Ron or Hermione's clothes. They waited in silence, before a drenched Hermione stormed towards them.

'Stop!' A voice boomed, and Hermione stopped a foot in front of the trio. 'Wait! You know I didn't mean it!'

'But you said it.' Hermione shouted, as Ron run up to her. 'You said it, and you can't just take it back.'

'Please.' Ron begged, tears threatening to leak from his eyes.

'No.' Hermione argued. 'We're over. It's just too late.'

'Just one more chance.' Ron pleaded. 'I'll make it up to you.'

'No.' Hermione said sharply, turning away. 'It's too late.'

Ron retreated, biting his lip. He'd suddenly lost his boyish charm, and looked cold and weak. He shivered, and slowly fumbled towards what appeared to be the Burrow in the distance.

As soon as Ron was out of earshot, Hermione began to cry. She sobbed into her hands, and her shoulders shook, as the heavy rain beated against them.

For Harry, it was like he was watching a film. These people weren't people he knew, but people in love, and at that moment, he wanted more than anything for them to be together. He almost tried to will Hermione to run back to Ron, and tell him she'd forgive him.

After a moment, Hermione lifted her head in a decision. Harry's heart leapt, as she slowly took a step towards the Burrow, before running as fast as she could, battling against the storm.

The trio's eyes followed her as she ran past them, and towards a passionate Ron, who was heading in her direction. They met in the middle, and embraced each other in a kiss.

Harry felt relieved, as he, Ron and Hermione approached the couple.

'I love you.' Ron said, his voice crackling, as they pulled apart.

'I love you, too.' She said, then pulled Ron into a hug, with her cheek resting on his chest.

The rain swiftly changed into four red walls; walls which Harry didn't recognize. He'd didn't have long to ponder on them though, as something else caught his eye.

In the center if the room were 7th year Ron and Hermione, lounging on a silky red bed.

Before Harry had time to predict it, Ron had lent over and kissed Hermione. It was so natural, that Harry hardly took notice to it, but before long, things got more noticeable.

Ron and Hermione were passionately entwined with each other, the room was heated, and Harry suddenly felt uncomfortable.

'Should we go?' Harry asked Ron, almost inaudibly.

'Not yet.' He answered.

The couple suddenly pulled apart, and Harry was put at ease again.

'We need to stop.' Ron said, putting a hand in his pocket. 'Look, there's something I've been meaning to give you.'

Ron bought a small red box out of his pocket, and opened it to Hermione. Inside sat a silver ring, with a small pink crystal on top.

Both Hermione's gasped, as Ron took it out, as sat it in the palm of his hand.

'It's a promise ring.' Ron explained. 'I want you to have it as a promise that we'll always be together. We've talked about the future before, and I stand by what I said: I can't see my future without you in it.'

Hermione tilted her head to one side, looking as if she was about to cry.

'I know this probably doesn't mean a lot.' Ron said, looking down. 'It's not an engagement ring, or a key to a new house together, or any of the things we've talked about, but it's the best I can do while we're still at school.'

'It's perfect.' Hermione said, simply.

Ron undid the chain that Hermione wore round her neck, and threaded the ring on it, before doing it back up again.

'Wear this as a reminder of us.' Ron said. 'A reminder that we'll always be together… My Father gave that ring to my Mother when they were at school, then my Mother passed it on to me for you.'

'And someday we'll pass it down to our son.' Hermione smiled, and pulled Ron into a celebrating hug.

The room rapidly dissolved for what Harry felt was the final time, and the trio arrived back where they had started. The embers were now burning down the bottom of the Common room fire, and the room sat vacantly.

Harry and Ron fell back into comfy chairs, resting their thought filled heads. Hermione stood deadly still.

'That was enlightening.' Harry said huskily, to break the silence. Ron nodded his head.

'Well now you know how things were.' He said, staring into the fireplace.

'I never thought it would be like that.' Harry added, mainly to keep a conversation going. 'I can understand that that got you thinking. I don't blame you for thinking that showing us might change things.'

'Well I was right, wasn't I?' Ron inquired, standing up tiredly. 'It has changed things.'

Ron looked at Hermione, who was staring confusedly at her entwined fingers.

'You're being awfully quiet, Hermione.' Harry said, as casually as he could.

'I need to be alone.' Hermione said, looking directly at Harry. 'I'm going to go to bed.'

Hermione started to pack up some of the books she'd left on the table earlier.

'You'll think about it, wont you Hermione?' Ron suddenly asked, sounding worried.

Hermione walked over to Ron and gave him a hesitant kiss on the lips, before saying 'goodnight,' and disappearing swiftly up the girls staircase.