Remember All Rewrite

Author's note: Ok! Hello! This is a rewrite of my 2017 version of this piece. The plot will follow the original pattern, and characters will remain the same.

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CH 2

Bella POV

I've always had this feeling that there are plot holes in my life; holes I can't fill and missing pieces to the puzzle. An acknowledgement that I I simply don't have the whole set. I've always chalked this feeling up to not having living breathing parents. I assumed I was just missing the sense of family. Since the incident with the rememberball this feeling has only strengthened. It still feels like growing up without parents might be part of this, but something is telling me that there is more.

Naturally, when these sorts of questions plague me I go to the smartest and the most empathetic individual I know… Ronald Bilius Weasley. Well, the bloke might not be the most empathetic soul on the grounds, but he listens without resigning me to Trelawrney's tower of insanity and sherry. Also, he has a great capacity for the odd, even if he does have the emotional range of a teaspoon, everyone else would think I'm nuttier than a walnut whip if I told them what I was feeling.

I think after years of his best mate being under a constant state of scrutiny or near-death he became a bit more reflective than the average Joe. He also took me into his group when I transferred to Hogwarts when he didn't have to. I think he inherited a bit more of his mother's desire to mother-hen than he would ever admit, and I won't be the one to tell him.

"Bella did you eat breakfast? …Bella don't forget tryouts are today… Bella aren't you cold in just your uniform- where are your robes?"

It was… well, it was nice, like having an older brother, and it helped dissuade the other Gryffindors from asking after me- Ron's a scary bloke when he wants to be. He would've had the same impact on Gin's dating life too, it's just that Ginny's a bit more terrifying. So, with Ginny paired off on his best mate, seemingly the only male he was even remotely okay dating his sister, he seems to have focused all his excess brotherly attentions to me, including his excess brothers. Forge were a godsend, a curse, and an enigma all in two wiry bodies with eyes that spelled mischief and were done with it before you could read the word. They too took their brotherly duties to heart. Poor Seamus still won't look at me for more than a "pass the salt" if they are around.

The worst of the excess brothers is one without a lick of red-hair but enough of a temper to out Weasley them all! Harry is so annoyingly concerned with me; where Ron is a mother-hen, Harry is like an annoying ex! Every time he walks by he steals my food, pens, paper, book, seat, pushes me into Ron, makes fun of me, or really anything to be antagonistic. I swear that if I ever wore my hair in pig tails he'd pull them. But as soon as Dean worked up the courage to approach after the Seamus incident Harry almost threw him off the Tower! As it was, Harry banned him from the common room and Professor McGonagall had to intervene, but between Ron, Harry the newly appointed protector of my honor Seamus-if-you-can't-beat-'em-joi-em-Finnegan, they were able to keep him out of the dormitory. Dean slept on the overstuffed armchairs for a week.

It was so very irritating. It wasn't that I particularly wanted to date, but it would've been nice to have some say in it all.

Thankfully, Hermione actively opposed their heavy-handed patriarchal tactics (her words not mine) and would occasionally gang up with Ginny I to put them in their place, but more recently I think she was hoping that Ron would notice her availability and decide he needed to exude a little protective excess about her.

All that aside, the great lump, Ron, - come on now keep up- reckons I'm just being barmy. He said he feels like he forgets stuff all of the time and that if he were to catch a Potter-wannabe-firsty's rememberall it would be red too. He also assured me I had just found one of the rare ones that shocked the owner when they've forgotten something (apparently these were even less popular than the mass produced ones).

What kind of maddening sort of gift tells you you've forgotten something without telling you what it its?! He figures that's why they never really took off on the market, that is until Harry got on the House Team four years ago and it got out that a rememberball was involved.

I encouraged myself to believe him. I can't have forgotten something too important, I assured myself, because I made it through the day and many after it. I suppose muggles would say that I put the idea on the 'back burner'.