Disclaimer : You all know the story, Harry Potter and all other characters in this fic belong to JK. Rowling.. EXCEPT for Bunny, who belongs to Siobhan Edwards, aka. Deidara and Gaara Fan girl.
A/N : This is a collaboration between myself and Deidara and Gaara Fangirl. (Aka Siobhan.) Alternately, chapters are written by us and compiled together to form this fic.. This chapter is written by Siobhan, and honestly, myself, I adored it. So please, show her some love :) Enjoy once again.. xx
Convict
Chapter Two: The Darkness That Shines in my Heart
I am sorry.
"Please, will you deliver something in ten years time?" she asked closing her dark eyes and throwing back her black hair as the night drew in.
"Of course." replied her light haired conpanion, his voice filled with curiosity "But where to?"
"My house." replied the girl as she turned away "I will give it to you upon the day it is to be delivered." and she walked away.
I have done nothing but be reminded of you. You were my entire life and you know it. I have become to broken Ron. I am sorry, ever so very sorry.
"Wait!" The man to her side called but she ignored. The man shook his head and left with the younger red headed girl who's face was tear stained. She cried in his arms as her mother came out and comforted her and told the man what'd happened.
I am sorry that when you return I will no longer be there. I am sorry that your family do not trust me anymore but I am sure they will trust you now. No influences I mean.
"How on earth could you do that to my son!? You turned him into a monster! And just because you are. I let you live in my house, I put a roof over your head and for what? So you can turn my son into a no good deatheater! It wasn't him who killed Harry Potter, he's right, it was you. You influenced him and you killed my son aswell as Harry James Potter!"
"Enough!" The girl yelled back, her eyes as red as lava and her hair as black as coals. Her face was just as tear-stained as the woman she was yelling with. The mother of the one she loved. The mother of the one that she had lost. The mother whom's trust she had lost.
Ok, I know she meant nothing by it but it really hurt deep down. I felt like it was only truely you who cared. Nobody believed that it was not you, they were sure it was me who had 'influenced' you. They were sure it was me who had used you. It was me who belived you after all.
The girl ran up the stairs. She locked her room but that was pointless, her boyfriends brothers just apperated in. They were half sympathetic but there body actions told her they just didn't want her to cry. They knew nothing. They left almost as quickly as they'd appeared. The room was still filled to the brim with his scent. The farmilliar aroma of the one whom had always trusted her. She moved into his bed and felt where his body had slept so often it had made the slightest groove. She remembered his bright hair and his smiling freakles. She slowly came upon a hair that had once belonged to the one she had loved, the one she had become completely attatched to. It belonged to her Ron Weasley.
What else can I say now? It's sad but I really don't mean to hurt you but what am I to do? Please do not think this was your fault because it isn't. It isn't your fault Harry passed away, it is not your fault that you are not by my side and it most certainly isn't your fault you will come back to an empty house tonight.
The days went by and each day it was harder and harder to hear anything through the screaming of the two women. The one who's hair had faded to a dismal black and her eyes to the darkest red. She locked herself away again and again, each time for longer and longer, crying, staring, remonising over the picture in her hands. It seemed so long ago, her hair was a kind of bubblegum pink and her eyes matched, her bubbly personality shining through the sadness that she had been saved from. He had saved her. She moved her hand over her left arm and sighed, it was still there. She had often tried to run away from it all but nothing worked untill he helt his hand up and offered her support. At first she was sure she was just using him but as the days went by she blossomed. He had saved her and that she knew was the only reason she was there.
I guess I should leave you the reason's why.
She ran her finger along his face from the picture, she found a suitcase and packed it. What was the point of this either? She left it and unlocked the door. The yelling she had endured had driven her mad.
I've become comletely insane, I cannot live in a tiny roon for much longer, I cannot endure the yelling, I had to leave. I'm depressed Ron, completely out of my mind. I don't know what else to do, where else to turn, I have nobody other than you Ron, and that will no longer be allowed.
She opened the door and ran, ran as fast as permitted away from it all. The little ramshackle cottage she had lived in and the warmth that her lover had provided all for her. She did not look back as the old womans voice rang through her mind. She found it at last, the one thing she could feel at peace with even as she said her goodbyes. The rivers cool waters completely covered her and she got in, it was deep without a doubt. Sh smiled as she said her goodbyes as the waters rushed over her, as it all seeped in, she felt the air disappear from around her. She knew Draco had the letter. She knew it was just moments from now that Ron would return home. She knew he would meet her where she was going.
The darkness came in and became a wall around her, it was nothing more than black...
Ron this was not voluntary for I did not wish to choose this fate. Ron I got your last letter, it is with me. I will never let go of it, ever. Please do not think of me poorly for this because we will meet again, I am sure of it.
Untill that day,. Yours eternally, Through the darkness I have left you, May my love find you. Bunny. xx