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A/N: I don't know the point of this. I just got bored one day and wrote it. I thought it was pretty good, so I put it up...Enjoy! And review!
War...
England was at war.
No one was shooting, no one was bombing, no one was droping warnings from the skies. Yet, England was at war. Of course, only one part of England knew. The other was clueless, and saw what they always saw everyday. Which is to say, they saw nothing.
Ronald Weasley was walking down a street. Pretty stupid thing to do in a war, he knew it. He could be attacked by Death Eaters at any moment, he knew that too. Although, somewhere in his gut, deep, deep, deep down, he knew he'd be OK. He knew they would win this war. Although he didn't tell anyone, knowing that he would be thought of as some little kid thinking that their side always won. Ron knew that was not how it worked. It didn't change that feeling.
He kept thinking. Thinking about Hermione. Strange thing to think about during a war, he thought, but the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. He was always wondering where she was, what she was doing, and if she was alright. Alright as is dead or alive. Ron hoped to God she was OK. Hoping wouldn't get him anywhere, he knew that too, he knew he had to do somthing. Now.
He continued to walk, then thought. If he was to go back, maybe he could see her again. Although he knew that the tent was invisible to all outsiders. He would try. He would find a way. He was going to.
Ron sat down in a old abandon apartment. Of course, no one knew he was there. He had shut every window, every door, and made it almost impossible to get in unless you had a wand. He thought that an old abandon apartment was the last place Death Eaters would look. He sat down on an old couch. It was pretty comfy, but his thoughts started to go all over the place.
He kept thinking of all the times that they weren't fighting off evil forces. When they weren't doing somthing dangerous. When they were just being kids. Then he thought of the fact that they never really were just kids. Never.
Then Hermione invaded his thoughts again. Although one particuler memory came into his mind. He was sitting by the fire, playing Wizards chess with Harry, and Hermione, as always, was reading. She glanced up sometimes, and sometimes made comments of how immature the game was.
When she wasn't looking, Ron would glance up at her, and look at how the fire made her eyes sparkle, and how she would crinkle her nose when she found somthing that didn't quite fit, how she would play with her hair when she was totally sidetracked. Which happened rarely.
Then, his thoughts jerked back to the present. It was all because of a stupid war they couldn't be together. One day, one day after this war, he would tell her, he would show her, he would confess to her how much he loved her. One day.
All of this sucked. All of it. War was horibble. You cannot imagine how horible it is. You have to be there. One thought kept entering Ron's thoughts, everytime the word "war" was mentioned. That thought kept haunting him. Kept reminding him how much he was losing in this battle. That thought was:
England was at war.
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