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Ron was in a bad mood. It had been twelve hours since Hermione had walked out of his room and no one bothered telling him where she was. His mother and Mrs. Granger were thoroughly upset with him and wouldn't tell him anything.

"How could you leave her with that box?" McGonagall asked. Ron rolled his eyes and continued to pace.

"Where is she?" Ginny looked up.

"She's with Dumbledore and Harry." He looked at her, his eyes piercing.

"Their not going to wipe away what she saw are they?"

"No, Mr. Weasley, we are not." Everyone turned to see Dumbledore standing in the door way. Mr. Granger got up.

"Is she ok?" he asked. Dumbledore looked straight at Ron.

"She is outside with Harry. She wishes to speak to you and Ms. Weasley." Ron and Ginny nodded and left. Arriving to the backyard they found the two sitting by a tree. Harry was still standing when they arrived. Hermione looked up at them and frowned.

"I…" She seemed lost for words. She turned to Ron. "You knew. You all knew and you didn't tell me." Ron, for some reason felt like rolling his eyes.

"Ask Ms. It's Not Safe over there." He said, indicating Ginny. She scowled at him, then turned to Hermione.

"It wasn't safe, Hermione. You had just gone through enough, and you didn't remember any of it. How would you have felt if you found out what you just did five years ago?" Hermione looked down at her hands. She didn't know what to feel. She had just been explained everything; from the letters to the fight. From the attacks to the final day. She looked up to Ron, her eyes searching.

"You weren't allowed to say anything?" Ron looked away, not capable of looking into those haunting grey eyes.

"No I wasn't." She looked to Harry.

"I just can't believe… it was my fault…" Ron turned to her.

"Your fault! You think this was your fault!" Hermione stepped back and Ginny stepped forward.

"Ron stop! This isn't helping." Ron gave her one last look then turned and started back up the hill to the house. Hermione watched until his figure disappeared. She turned to Harry, a sad look on her face.

"I've been hard haven't I… and he never said a word… not one word…" Ginny turned to her and wrapped her arms around the brunette.

"Don't worry about Ron," Harry said. Hermione looked up at him.

"Now what happens?"

"Have you talked to him?" Pansy smiled.

"Of course… I think he got the point clearly. Besides… as long as we have that princess, we have the upper hand." Gallagan smiled, pulling the raven down onto his lap.

"You can be sexy sometimes." She smiled and pressed her lips fiercely against his. Gabriel squirmed from her spot in the corner. The chains on her legs and arms had been cutting into her skin and she frequently lost consciousness. That Gallagan had been torturing her for information about the hunt since she had arrived and so far she hadn't said anything, but she knew she wasn't going to hold on much longer.

Où êtes-vous, Ron? Where are you, Ron?>

"I'm still looking for her sir…. Yes.. I know… I-" There was a knock at the door. Ron turned back to the fireplace.

"I'll have the report in by this afternoon." Ron bid Moody goodbye and pulled his head out of the flames. He got up and after dusting himself of answered the door. Damn. Hermione walked past him and immediately took stock of her surroundings.

"Does housekeeping come by often?" She asked, noticing the butterbeer bottles on the counter. He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" She turned to face him.

"You left really quickly last night." Ron shrugged and sat down on the sofa.

"I had work to do," he answered, looking at the fireplace. She went over to the board and began to gaze at the pictures still on it.

"Are these the women he killed?" Ron was getting tired of the ridiculous questions.

"What do you want?" She turned to him.

"I want to know what happened the day I forgot." Ron sighed.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No, trust me."

"I hardly trust anyone before, since I found out I've been lied to for five years."

"That means Tucker got his ass kicked."

"Forget Tucker, right now. I want to know what happened," she growled getting tired.

"I said no."

"Why?"

"Because you would be much happier not knowing."

"I want to." Ron got up and looked her in the eyes.

"Didn't Harry tell you?"

"He told me what he knew… I want to know the rest. It is my memory." Ron snorted and began to walk to the kitchen.

"Funny how we forget so fast." Hermione grabbed him and whirled him around and stuck her finger in his chest.

"Look! I don't like the jokes. I don't like the fact that certain parts of my seventh year at Hogwarts was destroyed. I just want to know how." Ron pulled away, his artic eyes blazing. He reversed the role and grabbed her arm.

"You want to know what happened? FINE!" He took out his wand, placed it to his temple, and closing his eyes, drew out a silvery liquid ribbon that floated in the air for a second. He then brought it down to her head and placed the memory in her head. Hermione's eyes grew larger as she fell into a seen of hell. She saw a young man. He looked exactly like the man who had taken her at the hospital. He was talking to a younger form of her, except this form was bent over in pain. A lot of pain.

"The pain will stop soon…" Gallagan said soothingly.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Gallagan looked up, surprised. Hermione turned around also. She saw a younger Ron, flying through the fire. This Ron knocked Gallagan to the ground, his wand digging in his neck.

"You're to late Weasel!"

"What do you mean?" Gallagan smiled.

"In two minutes she won't remember you! She won't remember anything!" Ron's eyes grew. Hermione was confused. This man was talking about the seventeen year old her. She wanted to ask questions but she knew it was futile. No one could hear her.

"You bastard!" Ron hit him in the head. Gallagan laughed, tasting the blood from his wound on the lip.

"It's too late." Ron glared at him. Hermione could see all types of emotions. Fear, anger, resentment, but most of all unadulterated rage. She could tell that he loathed Gallagan. It scared her.

"AVADA KADAVRA!" Gallagan went limp. Hermione froze. Ron had killed a man, right in front of her. He had killed someone. She watched him in horror as he moved. Ron got off of him and went to Hermione, who was kneeling down holding her head.

"Hermione? Hermione what happened?" Hermione moaned. Ron was panicking. Hermione look at me." He tilted her head and gaped. Her eyes were grey, and pulled back. She looked as if she were gasping for air as she grabbed her head. The older Hermione touched her face. So that was how her eyes turned grey…

"No…no….NO!" She moaned. The older Hermione saw herself suffering and knew she could only stand there. "No!" The girl moaned and grabbed her head.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled. "Hermione!" She grabbed out again. Ron grabbed her hands and place them on his face. "Hermione! You have to fight it! You have to…" Hermione gasped out in pain. The older Hermione wanted this to end. For this to be just a dream, but it continued.

"Ron!" she gasped. "I can't!" Ron held her hands gazing at her tortured face.

"Hermione you can't give up!"

"RON!" she screamed, grabbing her head. "No…" she moaned. "Not that one!" Hermione heard herself moan. Ron looked absolutely helpless. All he could do was hold her. She looked up.

"I love you Ron…" Hermione froze at those words. Ron shook his head, disbelievingly.

"No!" He grabbed her face. "You have to try." She cried out in pain.

"I can't…" He shook his head.

"Hermione, hold on! Just hold on!" She took his head, her grey eyes dancing in the fire.

"I love you… remember that… remember…" She gasped out in pain, choking up blood. The older Hermione wanted to disappear. She wanted to hurl. She wanted to wake up, return from this hell and find out she was dreaming. She watched as the scene began to grow darker.

"Hermione! No!"

"I love…" She went limp, passed out. Ron looked down at her, shaking her.

"No….no… Hermione please… don't forget… don't…" "NOOOOO!" He pulled her to his chest and cried. Hermione looked up to see Harry, Dean, Neville and Seamus appear. Then all went dark.

Hermione sat up, gasping. She looked up to see a smug Ron standing in the corner. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No… no…" She looked up at him, anger in her eyes. "You're messing with me!" Ron looked different. His eyes were as cold and emotionless as an artic storm.

"You wanted to know." She shook her head.

"That never happened." How could she say that? She just saw it!

"Of course it did." She got up, pointing at him.

"It never happened! You're lying to me!" Ron snapped. He reared from his corner and stormed over to her, towering over her. His eyes were now blazing with the fire of hell itself.

"Are you telling me that I made that up!" He roared, causing her to cower. "You wanted the truth. THERE'S YOUR TRUTH!" She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears and housing something he had never seen before. Fear.

"You killed him…" Ron stepped back slightly.

"He deserved it." She closed her eyes and swallowed.

"You killed him!" Ron's fury grew.

"What do you think I should have done? Given him a hand shake!" She stepped back. She didn't want to be here. The nightmarish memory was dying away but that wasn't what scared her now. It was Ron. He had shown her something that couldn't have possibly have been true.

"You're a murderer." She said quietly. Ron couldn't stand it. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, dragon's breath coming out of his mouth.

"What?" She didn't want to look into his eyes.

"YOU'RE A MURDERER!" The fireplace burst into flames as Ron glared at her.

"YOU! I tried to save you from that bastard and you're calling me a murderer!" She shook her head.

"I don't believe you! That couldn't have happened!" His grip grew stronger, causing her to whimper. The flames in the fireplace burned brighter and higher.

"WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME!" Tears began to fall as Hermione shook her head.

"Let go!" He pulled her closer, forcing her to look at him.

"YOU CALLED ME A MURDERER!" She wanted to leave. She wanted to be away from here… from him.

"You're hurting me!" Suddenly he let go. It was like a slap in the face. The fireplace became still and Ron backed away from her. He fell to the floor and began to scoot away, like a child frightened by a large dog. She fell to the floor, cradling her wrist. She looked up at him. He was staring at her arm.

"Hermione…" he whimpered faintly. He looked shocked. She got up and backed away from him to the door. He kept his eyes on the spot in which she had been. She gave him one last look then ran out the door, the sound of the door vibrating into Ron's memory…

A/N: Wow! THE TENSION! I LOVE IT! Thanks for reviewing! Sorry to all that wanted Gabriel! I just got this wicked idea, and well, most of you now how I let my imagination get the better of me!

ronandmion4ever: At least he tried to tell her!

Coconut Girl: I hope this keeps you occupied! That and my new story!

Padfoot-equals-lurve: Not her's but it did cause Ron to momentarily snap!

crazyforHP9: Thank you! Man! do you know how hard it was to depict that memory. I hope you all understood it! I had to get rid of all the personal stuff, obviously. Tell me if there was something you didn't understand. Believe me. I sometimes don't understand!

connieewing: I'm glad you put them there. If you had hurt yourself I wouldn't have as many reviews! You keep me writing with your wittiness. I'm not even sure if that's a word. O well!

katiemarie x3: I hope you get things sorted! In the mean while R/R! (read and relax!)

LucyKevinfan: Hope this is long enough! To tell you the truth! I wrote this all in about a hour and 45 minutes without saving! I'm pretty proud of my self!

Do I dare tease you! nope! My fingers need a rest! HA HA HA! (evil grinning on this side of the screen!)