The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched

I hope you enjoy this one...It popped into my head while watching "The notebook"

Molly just couldn't remember...her memory seemed to be a big blur that made no sense to her at all....She stood in the middle of what seemed to be a field flooded with people shooting green and red lightening at each other, while their silhouettes danced under the pouring rain. The lights blinded her as she tried to take focus her widened eyes on some of the creatures in her surroundings. Masked figured stood tall, as unmasked quivered underneath, their faces etched with fear but still tried to put up a great fight. Her heart reached her throat and tears stained her cheeks, as she became worried...Where was she? Wands drawn at every angle, the fighters continued to battle without taking notice of the confused woman, shaking in midst of it all...No one except for one.

The tall and proud stranger stood strong against the crooked house, while a greedy smirk stretched along his pointy face. His cold grey eyes studied every quiver of the red headed woman, as he retuned his wand to the pocket of his long black coat. His blonde hair whipped with the wind as he watched his latest victim crumble to the floor: falling into unconsciousness due to pure fright. He had finally taken the first step to his plan of revenge, and so far it was successful. His arch enemy would pay.... Pay for seeing the good in 'mudbloods', for helping take down The Dark Lord,.... for steeling his one true love. Lucius turned on his heels, and apparated into thin air....It wouldn't be long before his plan starts working...and he will finally get her back.

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The next morning, Molly awoke as a ray of sunshine echoed through the room. Her eyes gradually opened, taking in all that surrounded her. The pearly white walls made the room cold and uncomfortable. The only warm colour to be seen was the deep red roses that sat in a vase on the mantelpiece. She gently blinked back her tiredness and sat up, her feet touched the fluff of the furry slippers that lay next to the bed, and she sighed as she slipped into them.

"How can't I remember this place" She thought "How can't I remember?"

As she thought harder, she remembered less. Even the outrageous fight that happened just a few hours ago seemed to disappear with every second that passed. The memories seemed to start being replaced by images of a curtain handsome blonde that towered over her; while he kissed and cradled her in his arms...Though his face remained blurred she thought she knew everything about him. His favourite drink... the colour of his eyes.... even his dearest secrets. But who was this man?

She stared out of the window that overlooked a grand garden, as a man with little of hair that gleamed as red as fire appeared at the door opening. He smiled as he watched Molly stare with almost a look of confusion on her face. He gently entered the room and placed the second batch of roses at the table. Noticing another presence in the room, Molly whipped around to see who had just entered. She stared at the stranger, who stood smiling lovingly at her....Did she know this man?

"Your awake" she whispered through his smile

"Yes...I am" she agreed

The stranger looked at her for a while with a look on his face that showed her that she was expecting more than that. Thinking of something else to say, she noticed the roses

"Are they for me?" she asked

"Of course they are....Red roses are your favourite" he stated

"They are?"

"Yeess?" he answered slowly, a little confused by her question. "Molly, are you alright?"

She thought hard before answering "I think so"

His smile vanished, but his eyes still showed kindness as he nodded. He walked towards the bed and sat on the end.

"Well, the kids say 'hello', and hope that you'll return before long...especially Bill. You know how he wants you to be there when Fleur goes into la..."

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

He slowly turned his head towards her. His eyes shined with worry as he opened his mouth in shock.

"Molly? Don't you remember me?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Ummm no, not really." She answered. His concerned eyes continued to stare at her. "Am I supposed to?

His face seemed to drain from colour as he stood up and walked to her.

"It's me Molly, Arthur?"

She tried to be polite, while starting to smile, but her answer just made it worse.

"No... I'm sorry. I have no idea who you ar..." she gasped as he grabbed her hands and squeezed gently. Her kind features turned worried as he continued.

"Molly! You have to remember me....I'm your husband! Arthur Weasley!...Your my wife, you just can't not rem...."

"HOW DARE YOU!" she squealed, while snatching her hands away from his tight grip." You are not my husband!" her eyes burned with salty tears... How could a stranger ever say something like that to her?

Suddenly a group of healers rushed in; finding Molly on the bridge of dissolving into tears. They quickly grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and pulled him away from her.

"No! Let me go! I have to speak to my wife!" he shouted

"Mr Weasley, you need to calm do.."

"I AM NOT YOUR WIFE YOU CREEP! YOU ARE NOT MY HUSBAND!"

"Then who is?" he asked, while tears dared to fall

She didn't know what made her say it, or how she suddenly thought of it, but she meant every word of it.

"LUCIUS MALFOY!"

All was silent from then. Molly took deep breaths, as Arthur was gently lead out by the healers with a blank expression on his face, that soon enough filled with anger.

That bastard

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Thanks for reading :)

Katie