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Remember
"Ron," Harry said seriously.
"Yeah?"
"How did you remember your family?"
"I don't know. One minute I didn't, and then the next, I did. I looked at my parents and
then back at my brothers. It was like something clicked inside my head. I don't know if it
was something that someone said, all I know is that I remember them."
"Well, what if I try throwing random words or names at you? Do you think it might help
you remember?"
"Anything is worth a try. It might work if I really concentrate," Ron said.
"Hogwarts."
"No."
"Cormac McLaggen."
"Nothing specific. I just know that I didn't like this guy."
"That's putting it lightly," Harry said. "Try harder."
Harry kept throwing out words and names to Ron for what seemed to be forever, but Ron
wasn't having much luck remembering.
"Lavender Brown," Harry finally said.
Ron closed his eyes and was silent for over a minute. "Biggest mistake I ever made at
Hogwarts," Ron grinned.
"Viktor Krum."
"I can't stand him."
"Am I talking to my best friend or the guy who doesn't remember me and Hermione?"
Harry asked, smirking.
"The first guy," Ron laughed. "But the last thing I remember is Dumbledore's funeral…
Why can't I remember anything after that?"
"Maybe you should talk to Hermione about that. Almost everything about that summer
was about you and her. I think she's probably the only one who can help you remember
the rest."
"I should go find her then, yeah?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," Harry said. "But beware, she's still pissed off."
"That's nothing new for me and her," Ron grinned. "That, I remember," he said, leaving
the room.
Hermione was sitting on the sofa with her knees curled up to her chest.
"Hermione-"
"I don't care if you don't remember me, but you will not talk to me the way you did
before, again. Do you understand me?" she interrupted.
"Yeah. I'm sorry," he answered.
"Mia's coming back tomorrow. She already knows about you. Your nephew told her that
you were here. She'll know who you are, she's seen photos of you… I know that you
don't know her, but that kid loves you. She's grown up hearing stories about you, and she
asks about you all the time. Don't be weird around her, and don't hurt her feelings,
because if you do, I'll make you regret it… She's yours, okay. Ours," Hermione said
quietly.
"I know… 'Mione, I really am sorry for what I said before. It was stupid."
"Why did you just call me 'Mione?" she asked.
"I always call you 'Mione," he answered.
"You don't know that. You don't remember anything about me."
"Yes I do, just not everything," he told her.
"Don't lie to me. Harry put you up to this, didn't he?"
"Put me up to what?" Ron asked, confused.
"Oh don't play dumb, Ron."
"What are you talking about?"
"Listen, you don't have to feel obligated-"
"Yeah I do, we've got a kid," he said, cutting her off.
"You're right. You do have an obligation- to our daughter. But that's it. You have no
obligation to me."
"Hermione, why are you trying to push me away?"
"Why do you keep pushing the subject?" she asked. "Oh God, Harry told you that we
were married for like a day, didn't he?" Hermione said. "That's why you're acting like
you remember."
Ron was speechless.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled. "Get over here."
Harry walked into the room nervously. "Yeah?" he asked.
"You told him we were married, didn't you?" she asked angrily.
"No," he said.
"Earlier today, he couldn't recall anything about you or me. Now he's calling me 'Mione
and telling me that he remembers."
"He's calling you 'Mione and telling you that he remembers because he does, up to
Dumbledore's funeral. I didn't say anything to him. I thought I would leave that up to
you," Harry said.
"Oh," was all Hermione could manage to say.
"I'm going to leave now. You two need to talk," Harry said, leaving.
Hermione and Ron sat in silence for nearly five minutes.
"We were married?" Ron asked, finally breaking the silence.
"That's a long story," she whispered.
"You going to bite my head off again, the next time I call you 'Mione?" he asked gently.
Hermione just shook her head.
"Do you really remember?" she finally asked.
"I do, but like I said before, I don't remember everything… Harry thinks only you can
make me remember the rest," he told her.
"Do you want to remember?"
"Of course I do," he said.
"Not like that."
"You mean do I want to remember us?"
"Yeah," she said.
"My memory only goes as far as Dumbledore's funeral. I wanted to be with you then
'Mione, and from your recent revelations, I got my wish, and I got a daughter. I definitely
want to remember."
Hermione leaned over and hugged Ron. "I missed you," she said. "So much."
He hugged her back tightly. "I'm back. I'm here now," he said. "I'm not going
anywhere."