A/N: Hello. I know I said I'd be working on The Dawning of a New Day, but I've grown a bit tired of it. Not to say it will not be finished, because I'm near positive it will be, but this is just one of the things I've been writing lately.

This is just for fun, kind of in a story-telling format (I was trying a different style). Hope you like it. I won't beg for reviews, but it would be nice to have some... This is part 1/7.

DISCLAIMER: I only own the OCs, everything else is owned by JKR.

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Spontaneous Remembering

Chapter One.

"Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing changes. But pretty soon, everything's different."

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Sixteen years ago, they'd had a huge row, Harry and the Weasleys. They'd kicked him out. Two weeks later, while walking to his new apartment, someone hexed him at the same time as someone else. His memory was perfectly erased.

He met Charlie not long afterward. They fell in love, married, and adopted Teddy Lupin. Together, the family of three moved to France, where Piper Rose and Landon River were born in 1999. Teddy had been two.

They'd planned on five children – four of their own and Teddy, who they counted as one of their own. A year and a half after Pippa and Lanny were born, Harry learned of his second pregnancy. They welcomed James Sirius and Daniel Charles soon afterward.

Around this time – when Teddy was four, Pippa and Lanny were two, and Jay and Danny were very young, Harry began to regain bits and pieces of his memory. He also hired a tutor (…or three) to teach his children to read and write English and French (and soon later, Italian), basic maths, and several extracurricular activities.

At four, six, and eight, Harry fell pregnant with his third set of twins. The family of seven moved to a larger home, with a sprawling yard filled with trees and ponds. All five children were pretty much fluent in French and English – as fluent as children can be – and were picking up Italian just as quickly, when Albus Severus and Alice Nymphadora were born.

Charlie and Harry had had twins before, so they knew what they were doing. They'd not, however, anticipated how close Alice and Albus would be. Jay and Danny were not very clingy, and Lanny and Pippa were fine as long as they could see each other. But Albus and Alice would wail for hours on end if they stopped touching for more than four or five minutes. And, boy, did they have a set of lungs on them.

Albus and Alice were three when Teddy went off to Hogwarts. Things were certainly different after that, and Jay was very lost. He was extremely close to Teddy, and couldn't wait till the older boy returned home for Christmas.

Well, by the time that Lily was born, Al-n-Al were four. Teddy was twelve, Pippa and Lanny were ten, and Jay and Danny were eight. Charlie was ecstatic to have this many children, but Harry wanted to be done. Eight children was more than enough for him.

But three years ago, just a year after Lily was born, Harry gave birth to Nicholas Arthur, Alexander James, and Zackary Charles. It was almost perfect timing, with Pippa, Lanny, and Teddy off to Hogwarts for the year, the house was a bit quieter.

Now, with all of his babies surrounding him excitedly, Harry smiled happily. Summer was his favorite time of the year, because all of his kids were there with him.

Charlie geared up to tell the children their summer plans - and what great plans they had! "We're going to England!" he finally crowed.

The children made a big fuss, obviously delighted. The older five had friends in England from Hogwarts, and they all had family there. The reason they were going, actually, was because of said family. Molly Weasley wanted to reconcile with her second oldest and his family. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know that Harry and Charlie were married.

"A hoard of House-Elves has cleaned up Number 12, Grimmauld Place for us. You'll each have your own rooms, because Number 12 is huge," Harry chirped brightly. He couldn't wait to be back at Grimmauld Place, and maybe learn more of his late godfather – who had lived there.

Forty-eight hours later, the family of thirteen and their animal friends were settling into their home for the summer. Harry was washing dishes – by hand – when the Floo alarm went off in the Drawing Room.

He could hear Nick, Zack, Xander, and Lily race for the Floo. He wiped his hands on the dishtowel and started after them, hand on the butt of his wand.

"…so you're Charlie's kids! Man, aren't you guys cute?" a somewhat familiar voice was chattering. Harry pulled his wand out and entered.

The man was tall, redheaded with Charlie's blue eyes and deep scars marring his otherwise handsome face. Harry felt like he should know the man, but his mind wouldn't connect the pieces. Even now, sixteen years later, his memory wasn't fully back.

"Excuse me," Harry muttered. "But who are you?"

The redhead looked up, and began to choke on his tongue. "Harry? Harry Potter? You….you're…but…" he was obviously surprised.

Cheeks flushed, Harry felt like he had before most of his memory was returned. Flustered, embarrassed, shy. "Do I know you?" he wondered, head ducked, as his youngest four crowded around his legs.

"Uh…kinda, yeah," the man nodded, eyes still as wide as an owl's. "Bill Weasley. Mum told me Charlie was staying here, but I'd assumed…well… that you had sold it to him, or something."

Harry's eyes went huge and he backed away. He'd not expected to meet another Weasley so soon after arriving. "Go along, kids, get your Da. Mr. Weasley, I'm terribly sorry, but you should leave."

The boys ran off, no questions asked, but Lily hesitated in the doorway. Bill called for Harry to wait, obviously putting two and two together.

"You don't remember me. But you should. Harry….what happened?" he demanded.

Harry backed away further, chewing his lip and putting his hand on his daughter's head. He felt like a teenager again.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he wilted with relief.

"Bill?" Charlie asked, incredulously. "What a surprise. Xander told me that a guy with the same name as me was here. Now I understand, he meant Weasley. What are you doing here? Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry turned and burrowed his face in Charlie's chest. He hated when people knew him but he didn't know them, and coming to England was just throwing that in his face.

"Charlie, why doesn't he remember me?" Bill demanded loudly, scaring Lily.

Charlie's eyes darkened. "Well, after your mum kicked him out because he told her he was gay, he rented an apartment. One night when he was walking to it, a couple people hexed him and his memory was erased. Quite obviously, it's not all the way back yet."

Bill's eyes softened a little, and then he frowned. "But mum has nothing against gay people."

"No, but she wanted Harry to marry Ginny. Obviously Ginny isn't male," Charlie muttered. "Lily," he scolded. "Go play with your brothers."

Bill fidgeted nervously, and Harry muttered, "Why don't you come in, since you're already here?"

Bill nodded slowly, and, when Charlie didn't object, came closer. Harry detached himself from the bigger man and bounded off, going to finish the dishes.

"So," Charlie mumbled, awkwardly. He'd not seen his older brother in sixteen years. That was a big gap.

"So," Bill agreed. "So you have four kids?"

Charlie couldn't help but to laugh. "Yeah, four," he snickered, thinking of the four that Bill had met. "Brother, you've only met the youngest. Come 'ere, I'll call them all down for you to meet."

Charlie called the kids, and watched with great humor as Bill's eyes went wider and wider. He was counting, and recounting, and looking flustered.

"Eleven?" he gaped.

"Yep," Charlie nodded. "Bill, meet Teddy, Piper, Landon, James, Daniel, Albus, Alice, Lily, Nicholas, Alexander, and Zackary. Kids, meet your Uncle Bill."