Hi everyone, this is my first ever fan fic, reviews would be kindly apreciated no matter what you say. An also I will see what happens and maybe keep this story goin. Enjoy.

Disclaimer I do not own HP sadly.

Oh, and for all who hate Ron's guts I'm sorry for making Hermione like this. I will get it better after a while. FYI this is a really short proloug.

There and Back Again

Proulouge

I woke up with a smile. My night gown softly rubbed against my skin. I jumped out of bed onto the cold wooden floor. Walking gently down the stairs I settled down for breakfast.

Life couldn't be better Voldemot dead, wizards on recovery. An the love of my life, Ron Weasley, had now been dating me for exactly three years now. I soon hoped for a proposal.

Even my career was going well. Life in owning a small book store and giving private lessons was great. I called my book store World of Books. Even though Diagon Alley already had a

good book store, people loved mine. they say I'm nicer and a better chooser of books.

Then just as I was up breakfast the Daily Prophet popped in. just as it always did. Picking it up I brought it over to my nice comfy reading chair, in the living room. Settling in, I opened it to

the front page.
It read:

Weasley goes Missing!!!!!!

Last Night around 9:30 P.M. Molly Weasley of the well known Weasley family reported a missing person. It was Ron Weasley, who was living with his mother at the time.

"He said he was going for a walk. An never came back. Around 9:20 I went looking for him. I couldn't find him anywhere, even with spells!!" Ms. Weasley sobbed.

Aurors, including close friend Harry Potter will begin their investigation , today. Those of the Daily Prophet send our hearts heavy with sympathy out to the Weasley family and close friends.

If you know anything please contact the Ministry of Magic. Turn to page five for more on the article.

As my eyes read this, they got wider and wider. Meanwhile my body felt cold and weak. Suddenly I was on the floor. My fists pounded the floor, and my small wooden house rang with the

sounds of my tortured sobs. No real thoughts went through my head. All there was, was a picture of Ron. An instead of making me smile, it burned in a mental fire. Telling me that I would never see the love of my life again.

Even after I stopped crying, I just lay there, letting darkness chip away at my mind.

There hows that, I hope it's not that bad. Your advice would be appreciated, I really want to make this story work. An I know it's short, this is just the prolouge, so I really didn't want to make it that long. It's a taste of what my writing is like. If you hate it give me advice, so you won't. An don't make it like

Don't ever write a story again, the worl will be better off without your writing.

Cause that is just rude no advice there.

Sorry if I'm rude. Down with Ron!!!!

Disney