Ronald Weasley had not felt this coming, and he wished not to speak how death took him. What he did was seeing at the ceiling, stared and stared as hoping one day what it was like if he had second chance of life. What never he knows was his fate reveled in future if he welcomed death. The ceiling lurched, as if his imagination playing tricks in his eyes. As he felt the pull behind him as to overwhelm into blackness, that moment he had to make decision when looking at moving ceiling which turning into portal, but its rest remained still. His pulse racing, he heard many noises beside him which are doctor and nurses tried to save him from the bay. Hit by the jolt of realization he has to make a choice; in his mind and out of no where he saw an old guy, the ghostly form of elderly man nodded up to the wall.
He looked at the portal, a reflection of his young self on the swirling wind of imaginative waves, closed his eyes in thought. What held inside? His mind wandered, could it mean something I may have to discover? If that is a hope, I'll take it; this thought came to his mind as he was ready to make his decision. He had a wish. And one part he leave the world with one to tell what was the cause of the accident that lead to this moment of twilight time.
It was the previous day he wore his own tuxedo suit to attend the function, one hour earlier of the accident. He was the first who stepped out of the limos, standing and greeted by warm hand in his arms and caressed down. He was smiling broadly and waved his hand to photographers while holding slender hands in his. He felt it was nothing best than walking under limelight with attractive woman beside him.
Elegant hair draped down her shoulder with beautiful fuller smile and her glittering lips of lip gloss shine under the limelight, she also smiling. This picturesque was the perfect image of her fashion and aura with Ron by her side, she curled tight her hand on his while they were heading to the grand entrance of a mansion.
Ronald grinned at her with reserved soft eyes only for beautiful woman he was walking beside, and chuckled when he saw his best friend Henry making funny face at him. He also joined in merriment of their occasion as newly weds entered Ronald's created mansion.
'See me later and have a drink with me. On your house mate,' Henry said cheerily before gave him a wave.
'Stay right at kitchen, there's many wine you can take your pick,' Ronald said with a smug grin, but quickly faded under his wife's gaze on him.
'It won't take a moment when I meet him, friend to friend chat,' said he.
'You do that,' she said with conviction and changed her hand posture to grip his arms with her in a lock; her motion as to steer him up the stairs.
Afterwards he turned around with his wife, at that moment she steered her grand dress was cautious when she moved to face the photographers with a smile of sweetness she mustered.
'Friends and photographers, I welcomed you to see this rare occasion with my new wife standing in the mansion, as this grand house officially embraced for us to live after this day of our wedding. As for the rumours and news of sighting spread across Britain about this mansion is created by workers and I personally, I'm stick to the word that I can't deny that is the truth. I created this mansion as dedication to my new wife, a place where one couple lived together with bliss, as pairs asked for a better living in many sorts or kinds of house sharing to love. Any house was build by construction workers and interior designers has it's grand to acknowledge love ones welcomed to family.'
He looked at them with a magnificent smile as blinding lights came off from the cameras of the photographers and reporters.
'Many thanks to all who contribute to help and decorate the mansion. And to volunteers assist me founding it. Elaine…'
The last word said with a gush of softness he expressed to call upon her, and she turned around by his gaze on her face. His two hands held on her skin of shoulders in ready of his tender intentions, his gaze lose into her soulful eyes which shining on his searching. Without hesitations and thoughts, he bended down and kissed her lips.
Losing himself in passionate kiss while ignoring the photographers, and he broke off in a swift minute before embracing her to realize she was blushing but blinking with tears. Without doubt he gently run tip of his finger on her cheeks, her tears melted by his touch.
'Don't cry Elaine, this mansion is ours, I love you.'
Hearing gush of awes from the audiences, he refrained to show his smile when he noticed she grew a muscle on her cheeks by his confession.
She then nudged him and whispered in his ears: 'let's go. I know you want it.' She put her hands near his shoulder.
'Ahh,' he said with a meaningful note. 'Got it,' he winked and met the audience's gaze on him. One moment he noticed them his heart gave a sudden leap upon on unexpected guests, he had not thought of them to attend as he had not in touch of them many years ago.
They were his family, and it was their first appearance as they looked at him. His parents, and his siblings. Another person who walked towards them were an old man talking to them.
He felt a nudge beside him and looked back to the audience, ignoring them as he continued.
'I thanked all who witness the wedding, I'm left with gratitude and don't know what to do without you both being a support in the church. So I'll find time to make a press conference again, keeping in touch with you as that allows for any questions concerns with my latest project of garden design. That day I'll explain on the project's vision at mansion backyard. My wife and I have to turn in for today, so I'll catch up with you tomorrow for confirmation. Night.'
He waved at them, but among them the family wasn't presence, he smiled grimly at thought whether it was his hallucination. His parents were the last thought he had in mind in recent years; he knew deeply they won't acknowledge him as a son for the mistake he made in the past. He had not forgiven himself what he had did, the day of thirty years earlier he have been charged of Harry and Ginny's murder. He wished not to talk about it, but it was the scar he had that caused disownment, leave bitterness in his family before he was banished to Muggle world.
This move had his power stripped for ten years working as Muggle to neglect the gift he was bestowed in his blood. And he worked his way in the firm of interior design and up to the director's seat. Ever since after that moment, this twenty years he worked had reap for today, a mansion was build, for a wife he dream one day and it was now.
He took his wife's hands in his, as a cue if the policeman picked up the hint of their ceremony closure and motioned photographers to leave as photographers checked on them with cameras. Ignoring them, he tugged willing Elaine to entrance door, through into their first home they see as their sweet night of honeymoon together.
Back to reality, the same old man he noticed earlier was in his dream disappeared, and he was standing at the foot of his hospital bed. With portal swirling above him, he could hear from the far of Elaine's cry calling for him.
The last words he heard from her etched in his memory when he was wheeled towards this room, and her words said fifteen minutes earlier: 'The police caught Henry in drunken state, this is what he deserved after he stabbed you with bottle fragments at the kitchen. I can't believe he actually did that… Honey do promise me you'll get well soon… it's our night… promise me you'll get well.'
Her sobbing words ached in his mind, the moment he lie on the bed and sounds are beeping of his heart and fluttery movements of doctor and nurses' touch to save his life.
'I'm sorry, honey…' he trailed off, flickered his eyes at window pane where he saw tear-streak Elaine, 'Honey, live well,' he mouthed with a breath of words he mustered, weakly he only hear.
His eyes lay on elderly man, waiting for his approach with resolute eyes looking at him. He heard the noise above, the moment it started to shrink, stared at it as if it cackled as to talk to him. Felt dull burn in his chest, he heard doctor's shout before he felt an electric shock running through his torso. And next moment was unexpected, a revelation came into his mind, he was no longer lying on hospital bed, leaving shocked staffer, disappeared into the portal as if his naval jerked forward to an alternative world he never dream of to start over.