Obliviate

Prologue

Obliviate.

A horrible word if one should ask me.

And they should because no one, besides maybe Neville and Professor Lockhart, oh and of course Harry and my family, knows as well as me.

But trust me on this anyway because well… for once in my life I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about.

But right anyway. Obliviate is a horrible word.

Well actually the word itself isn't that horrible but the spell that comes along with it is well… bad.

Have you figured out yet that I'm bad with words?

Well, back to my point again.

Obliviate is a horrible word because it produces a spell.

Now as many of you know, I'm sure, there are plenty of horrible spells out there, but I won't bother naming them because well… there's a point I'm trying to make and if I keep getting off track about spells and such I'll never get to tell my story.

Once more back to my point.

Obliviate is one of the worst spells because it takes away your life.

Ok so no it doesn't cause a huge hand to come and trap you in a box so that you can no longer live your life because I know that's what some of you are thinking.

Did I mention that I have a point?

So this spell doesn't literally take away your life but it does take away your life's experiences.

Or at least makes you forget them.

See they still exit you just don't remember them.

I think that's what makes the spell so atrocious. The fact that other people still remember you but you can't remember them. Which affects the people around you. I don't really know I've only ever been affected by one side of the spell.

But Harry says it's bad. And I think I'll just take his word for it.

Ok so as you may have guessed I myself have been obliviated.

"But why," you may ask, "are you here telling a story you don't even remember?"

Well lucky for you I do remember it.

Or at least what happened after it.

And most of what came before and that's the cool part and the whole point of this story.

See I told you I'd get to my point eventually.

So I was obliviated. I forgot everything that had ever happened in my entire life.

And I mean everything.

My first kiss. My first day of Hogwarts. The whole entire wizarding war.

But well… I still don't much remember most of those things because most of them happened when no one else was around so no one could refresh my memory.

Except my first kiss. Of course someone else was there. But I haven't talked to him nor do I remember who he was.

But I remember my first kiss with Harry.

Which seems to be the only one that matters.

Or at least I think it is.

Oh wait there's a story here I swear.

So apparently I was obliviated.

No one knows how or by who but they do remember when Hermione found me unconscious in my flat.

I was in a coma for a couple months afterward and well nothing very exciting seemed to happen except that people were sad and the world was being pulled back together.

But this isn't a story of the aftermath of the war.

Actually it kind of is but let's not get into all that depressing stuff.

So people were sad and I was lost for 7 months 6 days and 21 hours.

I'm sure there was a certain number of minutes in there too but Harry could only spend so many hours counting. And of course that's an estimation because I'm sure there was at least a couple of hours in there before Hermione found me.

That's when I woke up.

Did you think I wouldn't?

If I hadn't I wouldn't be here telling you this.

Stop being ridiculous.

When I woke up I wasn't surrounded in the arms of those that loved me as one dreams about. But there were flowers. And cards. And candy. And every symbol of endearment I think that exists.

Of course eventually they all came.

First my parents.

Then my brothers and Hermione.

Then Harry.

I may not have remembered them at the time but I do still remember that day perfectly.

With my parents it had been confusion and crying.

With my brothers and Hermione it had been loud and a blur.

But with Harry it had been… quiet and awkward.

He'd come last and by himself for one and only reason. He'd been in a game. But as soon as he found out he caught the snitch, and rushed to me.

Sweet I know.

Actually I didn't at the time.

But still I was excited to see him even if I didn't remember him.

It was quiet.

He said "Hi," all awkward and cute.

He was still wearing his quidditch gear.

I was too confused to notice.

We didn't talk much. He sat beside me and stared almost in amazement.

I felt awkward.

Who was this odd guy sitting beside my bed staring at me as if he knew everything I was thinking.

"You don't remember me?" he asked quietly.

I just shook my head.

"You'd think one of your prat-of -a-brothers would have told me."

I just looked even more confused.

"Right so an introduction," he mumbled, "I'm Harry."

He held out his hand to me but I just stared at him.

"Right well you don't have to introduce yourself I know who you are."

"Who might that be?" I asked softly.

"Um," he coughed, "you're Ginny Weasley. You're the youngest daughter of the whole Weasley clan with 6 older and obnoxious brothers."

I smiled at him.

He looked at me as if I was some deranged bug.

"I know all that! Or at least I guessed as much based on the 6 obnoxious boys that were previously in my room."

Harry smiled back at me.

"Yes that would be them."

More bug-like staring.

"Ok we don't have to do this now," I said still smiling at him. "You seemed… overwhelmed. But can I ask you just one thing?"

"You're probably the only person in the world I'd say yes to that question for," he looked troubled then. Like he knew things. Bad things. Things I would prefer to never ask him about. Although at one point I must admit I did.

"Where do you fit in?"

I said this simply.

He on the other hand looked at me like it was the most confusing thing in the world. Very bug-like actually.

"I-I'm your… friend."

I raised an eyebrow. That seemed too simple.

"Well I'm not just you're friend I'm a friend of the entire family. Me and Ron went to school together, well Hermione too. Oh you've met Hermione she was the pretty girl with the crazy brown hair."

"The quiet one?"

Harry chuckled. "Well I don't think quiet is the adjective you're looking for there. But yeah if she had the hair and was practically attached to Ron then that's her."

"So her and Ron are…"

"Together. I guess that describes it." He looked a bit uncomfortable. "It's a bit weird to talk about."

I smiled and nodded. I hoped I'd understand eventually.

I now understand the complicated bit but I still don't get those two's relationship.

It's doubtful that I ever will.

That anyone will as a matter of fact.

"Maybe I should go. This must all be…"

"Overwhelming?" I put out.

"Yeah that's what I was going for," he stood up to go. "Bye then." He looked like he wanted to hug me or something of that sort but he didn't just awkwardly turned to go.

"Wait!" He stopped. "You never answered my question."

He smiled.

"I'm not sure there are words available to answer that question but well…" he looked at me. And walked over to me. Then hesitated. But then he leaned over me and kissed my forehead.

He looked like he wanted to say something.

But he didn't.

Just walked out.

As he left I couldn't help but notice how… very, very attractive he was.

I may not have understood my connection with him. But I hoped it was a good one.