A sudden coldness overtook him. It was as though negative emotions were personified. Anger, grief hopelessness.

When a strange darkness seemed to have pulled him in his mind, he was delighted, perceiving it as a short reprieve, but it was not to be.

It was as though all his negative memories were flashing through his mind, yet, they seemed to skim by, only stopping at the worst of them.

He was attacked by flashes of Fred turning his teddy-bear into a spider, of the twins giving him an acid pop, burning a hole in his tongue, them almost making him make an unbreakable vow, yet they stayed for only less than a second.

No, they paled horribly in comparison to the memories that fully played themselves out in his mind.

He was rushing through the house, his grandfather's chess set in his hands, finally stopping at the kitchen.

He had been so excited. He had won that chess set from his grandfather, Septimus Weasley, who had won it from none other than Albus Dumbledore.

He wanted to tell his parents, wanted them to be proud of him. Since his dad was at work, he was going to tell his mum.

He found his mum cooking some food in the kitchen.

"Mum, mum! Look, this grandpa Septimus' chess set. I won it-"

"He gave you his chess set. That was nice of him", Mum commented, absently.

"No, mum, he didn't just give it to me, he-"

Just then, Ginny came in, her hair instead of their normal fiery red, were a grotesque green.

"Mum! Fred and George pranked me again", she whined.

"Oh those two! Sorry Ron dear, I'll talk to you later", Mum rushed out, Ginny running after after.

The memory was soon replaced by another.

The family were on an outing. Mum had charmed their lunchboxes to glow their favourite colour along with a little picture of something related to their favourite hobby.

His lunchbox was maroon with a picture of two broomsticks.

He remembered, he had told mum that his favourite colour was orange and the his favourite hobby wasn't quidditch, but chess.

Yet, even after that, she never remembered. For he always got maroon sweaters at Christmas.

The only reason she did remember the part about chess was because of Ginny going to mum, crying one day that she had lost a match to him.

She always remembered what Ginny said.

Another memory flashed through, but unlike the others, it was replayed in flashes.

He saw, how all his siblings birthdays had their favourite coloured streamers and favourite cake flavours, while his didn't.

No, mum had set up his party the same as she had Bill's.

Simply because she didn't remember.

And she was always comparing him and the twins to
Percy, Bill and Charlie and never, at least in her eyes did they seem to live up to their older siblings.

Before more memories could replay themselves in his mind, he was forcibly shaken awake as someone seemed to repeatedly call out his name.