The moon broke through the clouds and they stood there, in the middle of the field, frozen in place. She gave him a moment to take it all in. Yes, it was dark, but she knew day or night this was a place he loved if only he could remember.

"Do you remember this spot, Fred?" Hermione asked finally.

"Quidditch," he whispered. "We played Quidditch here."

"Yes," she said with a smile, "you played A LOT of Quidditch here."

"You didn't though," he said. "You always sat over there under that tree with your nose in a book." He pointed to the huge willow where they had just been sitting.

"That you remember?" she muttered. "Doesn't know his own mother, but remembers Hermione's embarrassing fear of flying."

"It just came to me. That's why you didn't play?" he asked. "I didn't know you couldn't fly."

"I can fly. I just really don't like to do so. I thought you knew that-" she said before realizing her mistake. "Well, of course, you wouldn't remember a silly detail like that."

He looked startled. "I don't know why, but I do remember. George and I always thought you didn't want to waste your time on something as...'non-educational' as Quidditch." He used air quotes around non-educational as if he was trying to desperately to think of the right words that would not offend her. This brought on a touch of sadness as she thought of how before the war he wouldn't have considered at all if that might be hurtful. What a funny thing to be sad about, someone using manners.

"You know," he said, "It's weird just how much I can remember about you."

This caused her to blush and she could feel him watching her through the darkness. "It's only two things."

"Two more than anyone else, really."

Maybe it's from all the lectures over the years."

"Eh, we probably deserved it, I've seen the shop now," he said and they both laughed.

"But hey, that was my first memory with George, too! "And Ron and Ginny and Bill and Charlie...I even remember Mum and Dad out there. Does Mum always yell like that?"

"You remember all of that?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Well, not everything, but I remember the feeling of the wind blowing in my face and George grinning or giving me a thumbs up after a good play. I remember that Ginny was a bad ass on a broom. And Harry, he was good, too, no?"

"That's all true," she said. "It's happening, Fred! You're regaining some of your memories." She ran up to give him a huge hug, nearly knocking him over in the process. He grabbed her arms to steady himself and then slowly wrapped his own arms around her in a deep embrace.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She could feel herself shiver with the intimacy of it, despite it being such a small gesture. He was still holding on and if she was honest with herself, she really didn't mind. When they finally broke apart, she started heading back to the house, assuming he would be eager to share this news with the others.

"Wait," he said, causing her to turn back. "Will you wait with me just a bit longer? I want to see if I can remember any more."

"Sure." She watched as he laid down on his back in the middle of the field. After a moment, she did the same. "The stars are really pretty now that the clouds are gone."

He didn't respond, but she thought she heard his head rubbing against the grass in some form of agreement. He didn't say anything else for a while and so neither did she, allowing him to think and, hopefully, process everything that had started coming back to him. Meanwhile, she tried to think herself. She had been spending nearly every moment with Fred for weeks now and that he was regaining his memories it seemed likely that time was coming to an end. She knew he would have to go back to work and he and George would become inseparable again. It was a good thing, she told herself. They all wanted the old Fred back. The twins used to love nothing more than to get her riled up about something. She had to admit she kind of liked that, too. They were clever, much more so than Harry or Ron, and she enjoyed challenge. Maybe she would still be able to visit him sometimes, although, it seemed rather unlikely given that the twins were not known for hanging out with their younger sibling's friends and well, he might not want to anyway after he remembers... She supposed she'd have to get used to seeing him just at Sunday dinners.

"Did Dad call Mum Mollywobbles?" he asked suddenly.

Nothing he could have possibly done would have prepared her for that question. She and Ginny had always gotten into a giggling fit every time they heard Mr. Weasley say it. She started laughing so hard hearing Fred saying it so innocently and out of context that she was nearly in tears before she was finally able to choke out a "yes".

"Oh, this is great," he said. "I can finally tell Mum I remember her."

"You're going to embarrass the poor woman to death is what you are going to do."

"Even better," he said and she knew he was grinning that trademark grin.

"Your personality is definitely coming back."

"Oh, I'm not sure I ever really lost that part. Hard to play jokes or pranks when you don't remember any though."

"Come on, then. This is a big enough breakthrough for one day. I cannot wait to tell Mollywobbles what I remember." He grabbed her hand and pulled her after him to the Burrow.

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