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Part Four: Sea Glass Connection

I sat down on the end of the pier about five minutes before I was supposed to meet Red there. Yes, I was going to miss him; there was no doubt about that. It was odd, I admit, for me, a girl, to get along so well with a boy - but neither of us had ever really thought about it. Sighing, I glanced along the pier, back to the mainland, and saw Red running towards me.

"Hi," I said.

He grinned at me. "Salutations," he said, plunking himself down on the rock next to me.

"I have thomething for yoth, Red," I announced, pulling something out of my pocket, "in return for the thea glath."

"Er… you didn't have to…"

"But I wanthed to! Open it!" I handed him the small box.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked as he opened it.

"It'th a wi'thing box. Yoth write your wi'th on a piece of paper and put it in there. If no one thees it, the little butherflies in there take the wi'th off to the wi'thing cloud, granting it. Uthe it well."

"Thanks, Helen! I've never heard of a wishing box before. I'll do my best to use it well!"

Glancing at my watch, I received a shock. "I need to get going thoon. But before I go, will yoth tell me your real nameth?"

"Sure! I'm Ron Weasley."

"I'm Her-my-oh-nee Grang-er," I carefully sounded out.

"Well, I gueth this ith good-bye, Red- I mean, Ron."

"Yeah…."

"Bye!" I kissed him, rather suddenly, on this tip of his nose. His ears turned the color of his nickname.

"Bye." He kissed my cheek, his ears deepening to the color of his jumper. I waved to him as I ran off to my cottage, back to where Mum and Dad were packing up the car. When I looked in the side mirror of the car before I got in, I noticed that my eyes were no longer purple. They had turned brown.

~End of Memory~

*Ron's P. O. V.*

I blinked, resurfacing from the memory. I blinked again. I blinked once more. I then dove underneath my bed and began to root through all the things that had accumulated there through the years. Eventually, I find what I'm looking for: the wishing box. Settling back on my bed, I examine it.

The box it covered by a thick layer of dust; I use my wand to siphon this off, revealing the dark, carved wood. Opening the rusty latch, I see the four mesh-and-metal butterflies sitting there, waiting for me. I remove them gently, one by one.

The first one, completely blue, had a piece of paper clamped in between its little legs. I gently tugged it out. I wish that I'll get lots of snickerdoodles on my birthday. I smiled; that wish had come true. I usually get a huge plate of my favorite cinnamon biscuits on my birthday each year. Grinning, I pick up the next butterfly.

The second one was also solid blue; it, too, had a piece of paper, this time held in its antennae. It slid out easily. I wish that I could climb up to the top of the big tree. That wish had also come true; the summer that I was eight, I managed to climb up there - and got stuck. Dad had to get me down by magic. Laughing and cringing slightly, I pulled out another butterfly.

The third one was pink with small patches of silver glitter. The piece of paper it held was in its miniscule mouth. I wish that I will see Helen again. I blinked at the paper. Even though I hadn't realized it until now, this wish had also come true; I'd seen Helen again in first year, and had become best friends with her once more. I'd cringed more than once at how I'd treated her that Halloween; I cringed even more, now, that I knew that she's Helen, my friend. Of course, that's only one of the reasons I'm cringing, but that's beside the point. I reached into the wishing box and grabbed the last butterfly.

The fourth and final one was a mixture of the three colors: the wings had blue closest to the body, then pink spreading, and with yellow on the wingtips. This one had no paper; I had been saving it for a very special wish. I knew, now, what that wish was. Grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink, I wrote my wish. I then gave all the papers back to the butterflies and settled them back into the box. Closing the lid, I put the box in my desk drawer.

Now all I could do was hope that my wish would come true.

*Hermione's P. O. V.*

I smiled a bittersweet smile at the memory. I'd known Ron then, I know him now, and I doubt that he'll ever remember me as "Helen." Sighing, I look around my room, now stripped of all the things I'll be taking with me on the hunt for horcruxes. Glancing around one last time, I decide to take Bill, my stuffed owl. I tuck him safely away within my beaded bag, then stop. There's one other thing I was forgetting: my necklace, the one I'd made by putting the sea glass from Ron - alias Red - on a chain.

I run over to my closet and grab my jewelry box off the top shelf. Tapping the bottom three times, I open the secret compartment. I pull out the necklace and put it on. It feels oddly warm against my skin; putting my hand to it, I can almost hear Ron's voice.

"Where are you now, Hermione? Do you remember that summer? Do you ever think about the cottages, and how you always came and woke me up at six in the morning? What about the dance? Remember how Ginny did the tumbleweed with us? I miss you, Hermione; I love you. I promise you… if you don't survive this war, I won't, either. "

I gasp silently. What's going on? Going on a whim, I whisper into the sea glass, "I'm preparing to come to the Burrow. I remember every bit of that summer; I think about it all the time. I remember laughing at how groggy you were and how your brothers complained as I hollered up to the loft to wake you up. I still laugh whenever I hear the word 'tumbleweed.' The dance was spectacular, and I miss dancing with you; I miss you. I love you, too, Ron… and I also promise that if you do not survive the war, I won't either." I then look around my room once more and Disapparate for the Burrow.

As I'm greeted by all the Weasleys and hugged, I feel a sense of coming home. When I finally get to Ron, I whisper, "Tumbleweed."

*Ron's P. O. V.*

Hermione stood on tiptoe when we hugged and whispered, "Tumbleweed." She remembers.

I whisper back, "Save a dance for me, okay?"

She grins at me as we release each other and enter the Burrow, all of us together.

Tumbleweed. She heard; she responded.

Now, all I need is for us to survive the war.

The butterflies came through for me before; I hope that they can do so again.

Tumbleweed.

*Finish*

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