"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
-- Anatole France
I held the card in my hand; it had come back in the owlery blank. Figures, they probably thought it was a trick. It wasn't, it was an apology!
I aparated to the Weaselys' cottage, the one where Hermione and Ron Weasely lived at. I walked up the path, and noticed that it was dismal.
The rose bush was too red, the muggle car was bent and broken, the windows had red on it, and the front door had a whole in it. I supposed it was because of Fred Weasely coming to visit. But I soon found out, I was wrong.
I walked up the steps and noticed it was quite silent, the only sound coming from my footsteps. Perhaps they're not home, gone to a maid's market for cleaning supplies. Still, I knocked three times on the door, I heard a moan.
I wondered what could make that noise, and curiously walked in. The walls were splattered in blood, I saw chairs covered in blood, a fire in the fireplace, a table turned over, and as I walked along, two bodies in the hallway. I saw them, one of them a male, wearing a tux and half his face blown off. The other half clearly showed who the man was: Mr. Granger, Hermione's brother, best man at their wedding that occurred just yesterday.
The other body was none other than Hermione Weasely, dressed in the same gown that she was married in. Her hair tied up into a tight bun was ragged, blood splattered everywhere on her gown near the stomach, and her face and hand was cut in many places. I touched her shoulder, and she jumped to life, screaming. I jumped back; shocked that she isn't dead, and shocked by the sudden outburst.
"Ron? Where's Ron? God, have mercy! Please, no, no! No, no, no, no!" The rest came out in choked sobs.
"H-Hermione? Hermione Weasely? Ar-Are you okay? I came by to apologize for everything, all the trouble I caused you, and then I saw you an-and… What happened here?" I scoffed out.
She held onto her stomach as she flipped over and dragged herself into the living room, where Ronald Weasely was stabbed in the heart on the ground, been stabbed repeatedly. There were three scary masks lying around in the room.
"Jesus, what happened? We have to get you and Ron to S. Mungos right now! I'm sorry, but your brother is gone, he's a lost case. Hermione, come on." I knew Ron was a lost case, too. But I didn't want to admit that to his resent wife. I grabbed her shoulder and Ron's arm, wandlessly aparating to S. Mungos.
When we got there, Hermione grabbed hold of my arm, bringing my ear close to her mouth, and whispering. "Ron killed Mac, they killed Ron! They-They just came into our house and haunted us. Ron, he didn't mean to kill Mac; he was trying to protect us from them! Please, help us. I forgive you for before. Just, please, it was worse than Voldemort! Help." She told me, then let go as the healers hauled her onto a stretcher and wheeled her off.
I stared at her, baffled.
Someone came in and… haunted Ron and Hermione? Was that what the scary masks were from? If so, why show Hermione who they were? Perhaps they thought that she would've died? Why didn't they use magic? She said they were worst than the Dark Lord, could they really be?
I took a seat in the lobby, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go home after this.
Okay, I got most of the idea from The Strangers, a really cool scary movie; you can find the trailer on youtube.
Disclaimer: The Strangers, and Harry Potter own most of it, I'm just tying them together.