Challenge #137
That's going to be a short response. No.
Sure, there have been mornings I've woken up fuzzy, memory fogged by lack of sleep or some healing potion or other, but it always comes back; usually rushing in with the mortification and the headache.
There have been mornings when I held onto the memory as tightly as possible only to have it slip away until it was no more than a shadow of its self. As if the good memories, the things I've done that I want to remember are fleeting and transient and doomed to be nothing more than a vague recollection mixed in with horrors and regrets.
There have been mornings when I wished I could forget. As if forgetting would make things different than they were. I remember what I was doing the night before Percy left the family and what I did the night before Dumbledore’s funeral. I remember what I did instead of running after Hermione the night of Slughorn's party and turning my back on Harry before the first day of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I remember that night in the Shrieking Shack and the one in the Department of Mysteries. I remember them in my nightmares just as vividly as I remembered when I awoke the next morning.
No matter how much I might wish to forget I have never, not once, woken up and simply not remembered what I'd done the night before.
Muse: Ron Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 239