1 After The End

By georgethegreen



1 Prologue



It was surprisingly cold. That was the first thing that Harry noticed as he entered the dark damp room. He was far underground now, but even the tunnels that led to this place weren't as cold as the room that he now found himself in. It almost felt like the stones that made up the floor and walls had been enchanted to rob the air of all warmth.

Harry tried to look around, but his eyes had not yet adjusted to the dark. Under normal conditions he would have used his wand to cast some light but these were not normal circumstances. He didn't know how this room may be monitored and didn't want to take any unnecessary chances that could lead to him being discovered. He knew that if someone found him he might not make it out alive.

After a few moments, Harry was able to make out the vague details of the room and started moving forward, looking left and right as he went along. As he searched the floor and walls he kept his senses on high alert trying to detect any noises or movement. He was about to give up and make his way back to the surface when he noticed a small square of space along one wall that seemed to be darker than the rest. He silently made his way toward it and knelt down to get a better look. It was a gap about two feet by two feet and as he strained his eyes, he realized that there was something inside.

Harry quickly debated with himself about how stupid it would be to reach in there before deciding to do just that. He had to know. If there was any chance at all that it was what he was looking for he had to try.

Before he could change his mind Harry reached in and grabbed what felt like a pair of legs. He gently pulled until he had gotten the entire body out of the opening and then made his way up to where he knew the person's head must be.

Harry looked down into the dirt-covered face. The person had been badly beaten, making the facial features unrecognizable, but there was no mistaking that hair. The man's red hair was matted and covered in dirt, but was still identifiable.

"Ron", Harry whispered too him urgently. "Ron, can you hear me?"

Slowly Ron's eyes opened in a way that looked incredibly painful and he made a feeble attempt to focus on Harry. Then he made a weak noise before croaking out, "My-knee". Harry quickly got him on his feet and supported him as he half dragged, half carried Ron into the tunnels and up toward the surface.

Together Harry and Ron stumbled from the catacombs and onto the floor of the South American jungle where Harry had finally been able to find his long lost friend. After a few seconds Harry took something from his pocket that look similar to a muggle pager and after clasping Ron's body to his own Harry pushed a button and they disappeared.





TBC



A/N Okay, I know that this was really short and has not R/H at all, but it's where the story begins. I'll be posting the first real chapter as soon as I have it finished.

Next Time:

Ron and Hermione see each other for the first time in four years

Fred and George make things explode

We meet Hermione's current boyfriend

One of Percy's children gives new meaning to the term 'ankle-biter'

And Hermione has her own bedroom at the Burrow?