Lost and Found
disclaimer Of course.. I'm JK. Rowling I'm from Norway and instead of
writing on my next book I write fanfics disclaimer
Lost
Ron walked slowly across the floor with deep thoughts in his mind. It had never really dawn on him what she had really said. Someone obviously tried to talk to him. He ignored it and continued his zombie pace towards the dormitories.
He laid down on the bed, and it seemed like some kind of trigger. Tears started to fall, and it was not long before he was sobbing. A kind of sob that threatened to strangle him. 'How was it possible?', he thought. He loved her so much. Would he ever dare to look people in the eye again? He thought of all the good times they had together. He thought of them, sitting there, entwined in each other, sharing a tender kiss. These last thoughts made him sob all over again. 'Lavender, how could you do this to me?' His stomach gave a twirl. 'No, not again, I don't want to cry anymore!' But all the thinking did not help, he sobbed once more. He did not know for how long he lay there, neither did he care. He just wanted to lie there and suffer; for a long time.
Harry climbed the stairs and carefully entered the room. He saw Ron laying on his bed, sobbing into his pillow. A shiver went down his spine. He walked over to Ron, and sat on the bedside. Ron turned his head and looked at him. His tearful face made Harry think about the time after Sirius' death. Harry just sat there in silence and thought about it. Time had managed to heel most of the wounds, and he felt he could push it aside; as if it had never happened, as if he had never had a godfather. He knew this might sound cynical, but he felt that this was the only way for him to continue being happy, keep on living.
He had seen Ron sad before, but he was still very insecure on what to do about it. He remained seated and looked down at Ron with pity in his eyes. Ron sat up next to Harry. His eyes stared empty into the room. He had a hard time focusing on objects, his stare searching every inch of the wall. He tried to pull himself together; opened his mouth and tried to say something, but did not manage. Were his words would have been, tears and sobs came out instead.
Harry sat patient next to him. He did not want to speak or force Ron to say something before he was ready for it. He saw Ron pull himself together once more, only this time he managed to get his words out right. "It's over", he said before he looked down, without actually looking at anything. Harry felt terribly sorry for his best friend. He and Lavender had been together for three or four months. The news shocked him a bit, because he had always thought they were the perfect match.
They sat there on the bed, uttering words now and then, but they were in total silence most of the time. When they began to feel tired, and in Ron's case, exhausted, they decided to go to bed. They got out of their clothes, and lay down in each of their own four-posters. Harry lay there for a while dozing. He looked over at Ron and saw him staring at the ceiling. Harry tried to utter some words in comfort. Before he managed, the room gradually became darker, before it became totally black.
A/N: So this is the first chapter in this fic. It's originally written in Norwegian by me, and translated by thepooh. Thanks goes to you.. Really hope that you review it, it makes it so much more fun to write!
Ron walked slowly across the floor with deep thoughts in his mind. It had never really dawn on him what she had really said. Someone obviously tried to talk to him. He ignored it and continued his zombie pace towards the dormitories.
He laid down on the bed, and it seemed like some kind of trigger. Tears started to fall, and it was not long before he was sobbing. A kind of sob that threatened to strangle him. 'How was it possible?', he thought. He loved her so much. Would he ever dare to look people in the eye again? He thought of all the good times they had together. He thought of them, sitting there, entwined in each other, sharing a tender kiss. These last thoughts made him sob all over again. 'Lavender, how could you do this to me?' His stomach gave a twirl. 'No, not again, I don't want to cry anymore!' But all the thinking did not help, he sobbed once more. He did not know for how long he lay there, neither did he care. He just wanted to lie there and suffer; for a long time.
Harry climbed the stairs and carefully entered the room. He saw Ron laying on his bed, sobbing into his pillow. A shiver went down his spine. He walked over to Ron, and sat on the bedside. Ron turned his head and looked at him. His tearful face made Harry think about the time after Sirius' death. Harry just sat there in silence and thought about it. Time had managed to heel most of the wounds, and he felt he could push it aside; as if it had never happened, as if he had never had a godfather. He knew this might sound cynical, but he felt that this was the only way for him to continue being happy, keep on living.
He had seen Ron sad before, but he was still very insecure on what to do about it. He remained seated and looked down at Ron with pity in his eyes. Ron sat up next to Harry. His eyes stared empty into the room. He had a hard time focusing on objects, his stare searching every inch of the wall. He tried to pull himself together; opened his mouth and tried to say something, but did not manage. Were his words would have been, tears and sobs came out instead.
Harry sat patient next to him. He did not want to speak or force Ron to say something before he was ready for it. He saw Ron pull himself together once more, only this time he managed to get his words out right. "It's over", he said before he looked down, without actually looking at anything. Harry felt terribly sorry for his best friend. He and Lavender had been together for three or four months. The news shocked him a bit, because he had always thought they were the perfect match.
They sat there on the bed, uttering words now and then, but they were in total silence most of the time. When they began to feel tired, and in Ron's case, exhausted, they decided to go to bed. They got out of their clothes, and lay down in each of their own four-posters. Harry lay there for a while dozing. He looked over at Ron and saw him staring at the ceiling. Harry tried to utter some words in comfort. Before he managed, the room gradually became darker, before it became totally black.
A/N: So this is the first chapter in this fic. It's originally written in Norwegian by me, and translated by thepooh. Thanks goes to you.. Really hope that you review it, it makes it so much more fun to write!