I think it's time for my favourite female witch to make her appearance. For SkyZorander and her death wish for me :)
Hermione screamed; her body convulsed violently.
Ron just stood there; unblinking, unmoving and expressionless.
The room filled with her thrashing and piercing screams.
Suddenly, Harry sprang to life and ran to her side, trying in vain to calm her. She kept on squirming, screaming; she hit Harry in the face.
Ron dropped his wand and ran. Although, no tears came into his eyes, no guilt came into his mind; nothing. He felt nothing for the sight in front of him, no remorse for the action that he had just done, part of his mind smiled. His mother would be proud.
Bellatrix shook her head.
'Bella?'
'Sorry, Master.' She looked apologetically to Voldermort and propped her head up with a dirty hand. 'It is nothing, My Lord.'
'Bella?' Voldermort asked again; it was just the two of them and Nagini, of course. He had come to trust this death eater most throughout his years of leading them and he felt a certain way to her, which he could just not describe but it was always there. Always.
'Nothing, My Lord. You have much more important things to think of than I.' She smiled and scratched the back of Nagini's head; like a mistress would to a pet, but Nagini was so much more than just a snake.
Yet, it was not nothing. A sharp pain had entered her head, like a rose was unfolding itself and its sharp thorns in her mind, demanding attention.
'Bella, I demand that you tell me.' Bellatrix shuddered with pleasure; she loved that controlling tone.
'I thought of Ronald.' Voldermort looked at her. 'He was my son. But some bitch of an auror killed him.' She gave a low growl and an evil look flashed into her dark eyes.
'Who was his father?' Everyone knew that Rodolphus Lestrange couldn't have children. Bellatrix said nothing. 'Bella?' His tone became demanding again, a tone that Bellatrix could not resist.
'You, My Lord.' She whispered with a smile; she remembered that night.
Words were things that Voldermort was good with, but they failed him now. He had a son. A dead one; one that needed to be avenged.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.
'Master?' Bellatrix's voice full of care, worry and love; Voldermort had swiftly grabbed his bald head. A once dead rose had arisen and shot her jagged thorns into his mind, poisoning his thoughts further.
He slammed his eyes shut again.
The eyes were running, filled with fear, hatred and loneliness. The person was running through a forest that Voldermort knew. The person stopped suddenly at a lake and looked into the water. Voldermort saw a young man, who reminded him so much of himself and yet, of another.
Voldermort opened his eyes and looked straight at the woman staring curiously back at him. Recognition flashed into his eyes.
'RON!'
This was the second night that Bill had spent searching in the forbidden forest and to top it all off, it was raining. Again.
Bill didn't care. He'd heard what Ron had done and how he'd reacted. But could the boy help it? Harry thought so and Bill knew that his parents thought so too but Bill wasn't so sure; can you help the way you're born and what power and instincts that you are given? No. No one can help what parents and family they're born with; some are lucky and others unlucky; it's what you do with what you're born with that matters. And pushing Ron away might just push him in the direction of his real parents.
It was just Bill.
Before, others had offered to help find Ron. But there was no one this time. Just Bill.
A loyal man that would never leave a brother behind, never; no matter what the boy had done or would do, Bill would always be there for him. Ron had always been there for him, through everything, and it was Bill's turn to be there for him.
Bill wasn't going to light his way; Ron might see it as a threat and shoot and from what he had heard, Ron was a) quite skilled at duelling b) knew quite a few damaging spells and c) very good at a powerful crucio curse.
A broken voice whispered out, it could have just been the wind but Bill would always recognise his brother's voice, even if it had changed a bit.
'Ron?' A dark figure approached Bill, slowly at first but soon ran into the man, locking him in a tight embrace.
'What have I done?'
Ron pushed the doors of the Medical Wing open gently.
It was just after one in the morning and Ron didn't want to wake up anyone, just someone.
Ron knew that Hermione would be in here; Bill had told him so. He hadn't spoken to or seen anyone from the DA meeting yet, he just hoped that they wouldn't tell anyone about what they had witnessed. About his evil.
Hermione was in the back corner of the wing with no one in the beds around her; the curtains were drawn around her bed. Ron parted them gently.
''Mione?'
Hermione gave a small jump.
'Ron?' She looked up from the book that she had been reading.
'I'm sorry; I didn't want to scare you.' Ron shuffled nervously, taking an interest in his shoes.
'It's fine, please sit down.' She gestured towards the seat next to the bed; Ron nodded and took a quick seat, again shuffling nervously.
'I'm-.'
'I'm-.'
They both started at the same time and both then tried to apologise to each other.
'No, you go first Ron, you came here.' Ron nodded at her demanding tone. Hermione placed her bookmark in her book, placed it on the table beside her bed and looked carefully at Ron.
'I'm so sorry 'Mione. I just don't know what happened. It was like an instinct. I just couldn't help myself. And then it hit you. And I didn't know what to do. I just ran. It was so stupid of me. And I know that you won't forgive me. But that's ok. I know why you wouldn't. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry and I just want you to know that.' Ron kept his eyes on his shoes but gave a quick glance at Hermione at the end. His voice was rushed and quick but Hermione was used to this quickness and was able to understand every word. She knew that he meant it.
'I'm fine Ron. I knew that you would never do anything like that on purpose. You're not that sort of person. I understand. Anyone would have ran, that is an instinct; it wasn't stupid. I will forgive you Ron and why would I not? You've been a very good friend of mine for all these years and one silly mistake is not going to change that now. You're not stupid! You've been doing excellently in classes...I might have to start copying off of you.' She smiled at Ron and gently grabbed his hand and held it. Showing that she meant what she said. The others may not forgive Ron, but she did.
Ron squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
'Thank you.'
The silence between them was calm and friendly.
Ron gently got up, not letting go of her hand, and sat on the bed next to her. He put his arm around her and she placed her head on his shoulder, still holding his hand.
'Luna said you'd come tonight.' Ron chuckled gently at Luna; she always seemed to know.
'She's smart like that. I trust her. She'll stick by me.'
'I will.'
'What?'
'Stick by you.'
Ron chuckled gently.
'I doubt it.'
'No,' she looked up at him. 'I will. Always. I'll always be there for you,' Ron just shook his head.
'No. I won't let you.'
'Why?'
'Why? Do you know why I've been talking with Dumbledore? Why Bill and Mum have been here?' Hermione shook her head curiously.
'I'm adopted.' Hermione began to shake her head.
'No, I'm being serious.' Hermione looked straight into his dark eyes; truth.
'Oh Merlin, Ronnie!'
'Guess who my parents are?' Ron gave a nasty laugh that chilled Hermione.
'Look it can't be that bad.'
'Trust me it is.'
'Look it's not like it's...Voldermort or Bellatrix Lestrange.' Hermione smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood
Silence.
Ok, I want your thoughts on this; is Hermione "alright" with who Ron's parents are and who he really is or does she go mental and start screaming? Or have you got another idea? I'd love to hear what you want to happen over the next few chapters! Thanks :D