Disclaimer: All of it is hers. This is for all of the reviewers who stuck with me for such a long time.
Someone once told me that time mends a broken heart... well...It's been five years, six countries and hundreds of nightmares later and my heart is still begging for her... I wish sometimes that I shouldn't have listened to Ginny... That I should have just forgotten. That would make the pain go away. But she was right... I have to remember... I laugh at myself sometime when I'm sitting in the cafe alone. I think about the letters I get... family, friends, and co-workers. I don't regret my choice. I couldn't stay there. Not with her around... I go back now and then... but... I try to avoid her... She's still so beautiful... everytime we see each other we end up fighting. Huh. Funny how somethings never change. My mum always looks at me disapprovingly and reminds me that I'm not supposed to be around her. You know what hurts the most... Is that they won't tell her... They won't tell her about me... about us...
Ron took another swig of the coffee in front of him. He had been at the cafe for more than three hours with no intention of moving anytime soon. He had been watching a man who had gone into an apartment building and hadn't come out yet. After ariving back at the Burrow, Ron had decided to leave. Harry had stayed behind and became an Auror. Ron who had gone through the same training as Harry had moved to Italy. Harry and him had been offered the chance of chasing deatheaters. Harry rejected while Ron accepted the offer, not only to have the chance to break off from under Harry's shadow but to get away from Hermione. The Bounty Hunter, they called him. Chasing deatheaters that no longer stayed in Great Britan. He had grown. His hair was long and up in a ponytail, like Bill's and he was much taller. Six foot five. There you are. Three fucking hours and six coffees later and now you decide to show up... bastard. Ron got up and placed his glasses back on. Paris suns could be brutal in the summer. He paid the man and began to follow the short stocky man with the goatee. Ron had been following the man for five weeks since he had gotten the owl about the mass murderings in Nice. The man was a prime suspect and the French Ministry of Magic had ordered him to follow the guy. Ron was pissed. He had been inGreece only two months ago enjoying himself at the beaches when he got the owl. He walked down the street, keeping the man on the opposite side in his sight. He weaved his way through the crowds and stood at the cross walk, waiting. It seemed that that was all Ron did these days. Wait. Wait for an owl from any Ministry. Wait for the day she would remember... Wait for the day the people he hunted would kill him... Wait for the day the pain would finally end... Where are you going? He had been following the guy for ten blocks and he was turning into an alley. Ron stopped for a minute to decide wether or not to follow. He followed. He had waited long enough and it was hot. He wasn't about to wait for the guy to come out of a dead end. He turned and stopped. What? He had disappeared.
"Where are you?" Ron crept down the alley till he reached the end. He turned around to see that the beginning was out of sight. He started to walk back when something hit him in the head. Ron whirled around to see the guy.
"What the hell?" The guy swung again, but this time Ron caught the metal piece. The man smirked.
"Keep following me. You'll never actually get me." He raised up a rock and smiled. Ron swore. He lunged but was too late. He was gone.
"Weasley! Où avez-vous été?" Where have youbeen?>Damn. Ron turned to face the head of the Auror Department.
"Ce qui?" What?> Ron asked. The small portly man scowled at him.
"Obtenir dans mon bureau maintenant!" Get in my office now!> Ron rolled his eyes. He changed course and started for the office. On the way Aurors stopped and smiled.
"Qu'est arrivé à toi?" What happened to you?>
"Avez-vous obtenu dans un combat avec une putain?" Did you get in a fight with a whore?> Ron smiled mockingly.
"Non. Vous êtes enthousiaste simplement de l'épouse dans le lit." No. Your wife's just enthusiastic in bed.> Ron slammed the door behind him.
"Ce qui est erroné avec toi. Je vous donne qu'un simple charge! Un simple charge et vous le desserrez! J'ai le ministre pousser ses personnes vers le haut de mon âne et toi pour aller le souffler! Je sais que vous êtes le meilleur que j'ai mais parfois vous pouvez être stupide!" What iswrong with you? I give you that a simple job! A simplejob and loosehim! I have the minister shoving his people up my ass and you goandblow it! I know that you are the best that I have but sometimes you can be stupid.>Ronwasn't paying attention. The pounding in his head was still there. The man sighed.
"Ici,"hepoured something amberish in a shotglass and conjured some ice.Ron took it and pressed it up to his head. "Rien, Weasley," hesighed. "Regard, nous pouvions obtenir les coordonnées sur où il a débarqué et j'ai besoin de toi pour aller l'obtenir." We were able toget the coordinates onwhere he landed.>
"Où est-il?" Where is it.>
"LaAngleterre." England.>
