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AUTHUR: ihadanepiphany
Even more angst! I very rarely write angsty stuff so I guess its all coming out in this fic. For any who fall of the chair in boredom and backlash of angst, don't even think about sending me the doctor bill! Read the disclaimer!!!!!
Three days later after dinner. They were outside, the small kitchen not being able to hold the entire Weasley clan, Percy Bill and Charlie had come home for two days, as well as Harry and Hermione. The plates were cleared and they were just sitting there, chatting and joking, soaking in the peace.
Ron blinked suddenly. He felt extremely feverish, and could actually feel the beads of sweat pop out on his brow. He raised a shaky hand and realized that he couldn't focus properly; everything swam in and out of his vision. He heard muted sounds, like people were babbling about something very loudly, but he couldn't hear them clearly at all. He could feel himself sagging on the bench, but wasn't able to prevent himself from falling. A dull thud along his back told him he had slipped onto the ground. It felt good to be able to rest his head. He drifted into unconsciousness.
'Ron!' Mrs Weasley was shouting, patting his face desperately. Arthur Weasley stood back, knowing what was happening. Harry and Hermione had been pushed backwards by the rush Rons' brothers made in reaching him, and could barely see anything of their best friend, as he lay comatose.
Suddenly Mrs Weasley shot to her feet.
'Is this it?' she asked her husband, in a voice that was too calm for its own good. Arthur nodded, hands clenched in fists behind his back. 'Get him in onto the sofa,' she said after a minute. The boys did as she asked, gently lifting their baby brother and getting him comfy on the overlarge couch. 'How long?' she asked no one in particular, stroking Rons' fiery, damp hair.
'I don't know,' Arthur whispered. Harry glanced at him, then looked away. The mans obvious grief and inherited shame was too much to face.
None of them moved for a long time, watching Rons even, shallow breathing. Then suddenly, between one-blink and the next, Ron appeared to melt and shimmer, and a light shone out, so brightly that the watchers had to look away. When they looked back, Ron had disappeared and a red-haired young woman was in his place.
A riot of red curls were sprawled over the cushions and she was wearing the same robes that Ron had been in, but it seemed to Harry that they had a slightly different cut than before. She looked nothing like Ron. A small heart shaped face with high cheekbones, a small button nose and full red lips. She sighed and opened her eyes and Harry saw with a jolt that, no matter how different the rest of her was her eyes were Rons.
She looked up at the onlookers strangely.
'Er, hi?' she said. 'What, never seen a girl take a nap before?' She sat up and swung her legs off the couch. She looked at Harry and Hermione standing by the window. 'Hello,' she said. 'Don't think we've met.' They stared.
'I invited them,' Ginny said hurriedly. 'They're my friends from school.' The girl glanced at Ginny but she volunteered nothing more. With a theatrical sigh, the girl got up and walked towards the pair, hand extended.
'In the absence of my sisters manners, I'd better introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rebecca, I gather that you know the rest of them,' her sweeping gesture took in the whole redheaded clan, who were currently staring at their bro-, sister in shock. Except for Arthur who had been through it before and Mrs Weasley who was sobbing into her handkerchief.
'Er, yes,' Hermione said, recovering her voice first. She shook Rebecca's hand and smiled with genuine, if hesitant warmth. Harry was as responsive as an automaton, just shaking the offered hand and letting it go. Hermione shot him a look.
'You'll have to excuse him,' she said, laughing it off. 'You know males, any more than one thought at a time and they break down from the strain.
'I think I'm familiar with the concept yes,' Rebecca replied dryly, casting a look at her collected brothers. Then she noticed her mother. 'Mum! Are you alright?' she asked, going to her. Mrs Weasley looked up at her worried face, at her sons eyes in her new daughters face and broke down again. Baffled Rebecca looked up at the others. Arthur stepped forward and helped his wife to her feet.
'Fred, George, help your mother up to bed,' he said. Shaking themselves, the twins did as told and assisted their mother up the stairs. There was a silence then, where no one knew quite what to say. Hermione stepped in though with a smile.
'So where have you been that we haven't met you?' she asked. Rebecca smiled.
'Oh here and there, there mostly. Listen, do you mind if we go into the kitchen? I'm going to be horribly rude and get something to eat while we talk. I'm absolutely starving.' Hermione didn't mind and so the two witches went into the kitchen for a good chat. The rest of them, Arthur, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Harry stared at each other in the deathly silence.
AUTHUR: ihadanepiphany
Even more angst! I very rarely write angsty stuff so I guess its all coming out in this fic. For any who fall of the chair in boredom and backlash of angst, don't even think about sending me the doctor bill! Read the disclaimer!!!!!
Three days later after dinner. They were outside, the small kitchen not being able to hold the entire Weasley clan, Percy Bill and Charlie had come home for two days, as well as Harry and Hermione. The plates were cleared and they were just sitting there, chatting and joking, soaking in the peace.
Ron blinked suddenly. He felt extremely feverish, and could actually feel the beads of sweat pop out on his brow. He raised a shaky hand and realized that he couldn't focus properly; everything swam in and out of his vision. He heard muted sounds, like people were babbling about something very loudly, but he couldn't hear them clearly at all. He could feel himself sagging on the bench, but wasn't able to prevent himself from falling. A dull thud along his back told him he had slipped onto the ground. It felt good to be able to rest his head. He drifted into unconsciousness.
'Ron!' Mrs Weasley was shouting, patting his face desperately. Arthur Weasley stood back, knowing what was happening. Harry and Hermione had been pushed backwards by the rush Rons' brothers made in reaching him, and could barely see anything of their best friend, as he lay comatose.
Suddenly Mrs Weasley shot to her feet.
'Is this it?' she asked her husband, in a voice that was too calm for its own good. Arthur nodded, hands clenched in fists behind his back. 'Get him in onto the sofa,' she said after a minute. The boys did as she asked, gently lifting their baby brother and getting him comfy on the overlarge couch. 'How long?' she asked no one in particular, stroking Rons' fiery, damp hair.
'I don't know,' Arthur whispered. Harry glanced at him, then looked away. The mans obvious grief and inherited shame was too much to face.
None of them moved for a long time, watching Rons even, shallow breathing. Then suddenly, between one-blink and the next, Ron appeared to melt and shimmer, and a light shone out, so brightly that the watchers had to look away. When they looked back, Ron had disappeared and a red-haired young woman was in his place.
A riot of red curls were sprawled over the cushions and she was wearing the same robes that Ron had been in, but it seemed to Harry that they had a slightly different cut than before. She looked nothing like Ron. A small heart shaped face with high cheekbones, a small button nose and full red lips. She sighed and opened her eyes and Harry saw with a jolt that, no matter how different the rest of her was her eyes were Rons.
She looked up at the onlookers strangely.
'Er, hi?' she said. 'What, never seen a girl take a nap before?' She sat up and swung her legs off the couch. She looked at Harry and Hermione standing by the window. 'Hello,' she said. 'Don't think we've met.' They stared.
'I invited them,' Ginny said hurriedly. 'They're my friends from school.' The girl glanced at Ginny but she volunteered nothing more. With a theatrical sigh, the girl got up and walked towards the pair, hand extended.
'In the absence of my sisters manners, I'd better introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rebecca, I gather that you know the rest of them,' her sweeping gesture took in the whole redheaded clan, who were currently staring at their bro-, sister in shock. Except for Arthur who had been through it before and Mrs Weasley who was sobbing into her handkerchief.
'Er, yes,' Hermione said, recovering her voice first. She shook Rebecca's hand and smiled with genuine, if hesitant warmth. Harry was as responsive as an automaton, just shaking the offered hand and letting it go. Hermione shot him a look.
'You'll have to excuse him,' she said, laughing it off. 'You know males, any more than one thought at a time and they break down from the strain.
'I think I'm familiar with the concept yes,' Rebecca replied dryly, casting a look at her collected brothers. Then she noticed her mother. 'Mum! Are you alright?' she asked, going to her. Mrs Weasley looked up at her worried face, at her sons eyes in her new daughters face and broke down again. Baffled Rebecca looked up at the others. Arthur stepped forward and helped his wife to her feet.
'Fred, George, help your mother up to bed,' he said. Shaking themselves, the twins did as told and assisted their mother up the stairs. There was a silence then, where no one knew quite what to say. Hermione stepped in though with a smile.
'So where have you been that we haven't met you?' she asked. Rebecca smiled.
'Oh here and there, there mostly. Listen, do you mind if we go into the kitchen? I'm going to be horribly rude and get something to eat while we talk. I'm absolutely starving.' Hermione didn't mind and so the two witches went into the kitchen for a good chat. The rest of them, Arthur, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Harry stared at each other in the deathly silence.