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Face old demons.
1st June 1998
Ron whispered back,
"Always the tone of surprise." Before falling back, and shutting his eyes.
Mrs Weasley burst through the door, her eyes damp and her face red,
"We heard screaming." She said, her eyes flitting around the room, "Wha-what's happened." She took in the tears on everyone's faces, and looked as if she was about to collapse as she looked at her son in the bed.
"He's okay." Breathed Hermione, wanting to jump about and sing in pure delight. Bill looked at his youngest brother, in an expression that could only be wonder and love.
"He pushed it out," Bill whispered, just as elated as Hermione, "Only the strongest people-usually aurors- can do that. And even they have to be trained."
"Well, I imagine most people aren't subjected to an angry Hermione." Chuckled George; wiping the tears off his face. Hermione glared at George, causing the room to burst out laughing. Hermione held her glare for a few seconds, before joining the laughter.
The room was bright and cool when Ron opened his eyes. He looked to the side, to see Hermione smiling down at him. She reached forward and took his hand in hers.
"You came back for me." She whispered, kissing him gently on the forehead.
"Course I did." Ron whispered back, smiling up at her. Hermione's small smile turned into a grin,
"How did you do it?" she asked, her voice still quiet.
"I don't know," Ron replied, "why are we whispering?" Hermione laughed. Her laugh was beautiful, but a full laugh like this was hard to squeeze from Hermione. Their childhood had often been overshadowed with danger, so Ron was always proud that he could get Hermione laugh. Suddenly Hermione stopped laughing, when she noticed a humming, as everything in the room vibrated. Ron stopped laughing, when he saw Hermione's worried face. The vibrating stopped too.
"Ron," Hermione whispered, "What just happened?"
Ron swallowed and looked down
"Ron?" Hermione looked scared, just like she did in the kitchen, the last time she saw Ron do accidental magic.
"I'm sure it's just a side effect." He mumbled, not meeting Hermione's eye.
Someone knocked at the door.
"Can I come in?" asked Ginny, poking her head around the door.
"If I said no, you would still come in." said Ron, smiling. Ginny ran to him, and wrapped her arms around him. "Of course I would. No one can keep Ginny Weasley away from her brother." She pulled back and smiled. Ron reached out and wiped the soft tears off her cheeks, that she didn't realise had escaped.
Hermione stood up, and hugged Ginny, before giving her some much needed time alone with her brother.
Ron smiled at his sister again. They had had a lovely conversation. Just talking about whatever rolled off their tongues first. Quidditch, the Tales of Beadle the Bard and even spiders (Although Ron couldn't remember how they got onto that topic).
"I love you." Ginny whispered, running a hand over his cheek, "Don't tell the others, but you're my favourite brother."
"And you, Gin, are most definitely my favourite sister!" Ginny laughed and slapped Ron lightly on the arm.
"I Lo-" Ron froze, his face contorted in pain. His body rose off the bed.
Ginny shrieked for Bill, tears falling down her cheeks, as Ron's arms flew outwards. Bill flung himself into the room, his mouth open. For Ron everything was in slow-motion. The room appeared to have been covered by a bubble. But Ron hardly cared. His body felt like it was being ripped apart. However, his mind wasn't connected.
Ron saw Bill raise his wand, and mouth something- or maybe he said it, but Ron couldn't hear- before everything went black.
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Look at you, weak. Not worthy of the praise he is given. Worthless.
One. Two. Three, slashes at his heart, each leaving a searing heat.
You are a coward. They would rather it be you than Fred. George said so, said he would happily exchange.
Ron cried out, his stomach lurching at the thought. He would rather it be him than Fred as well, but his family, they can't surely want that. Could they?
Your family don't care! The cheek of you, actually thinking that, HAHA, they could EVER care about you!
Each cruel word slashed at Ron's heart. Of course, he was stupid to think
Deluded
Deluded to think that his family cared.
They do care, they all care…
Don't lie to yourself! You are a pitiful excuse for a person! They don't care and never will! 00000000000
"Thank you for coming, Healer Nelson." Said Percy, as he showed the Healer through the door.
"We wouldn't have called if we didn't think it absolutely necessary." Added Charlie, his voice gravelly and hard, "Bill told me it was a parasite spell. We don't know how to deal with that." The healer nodded. She had long dark hair, and a kind face, her eyes were bright, bringing a sense of happiness and calm into Shell cottage.
"I understand, the procedure for removing this curse is, not one for someone who isn't highly trained. But I assure you I will do everything in my power to help your brother."
The two boys nodded, both with grave expressions.
"So up the stairs," She started, her voice smooth and calming, perfect for a healer, who looked after people at their most vulnerable.
"Yeah, up the stairs, first door on the right." Clarified Charlie. The brothers nodded, "You get back to your family, my assistant and I will take it from here."
She assured. Percy and Charlie nodded again, before returning to their family.
"Just come up, the patients room is upstairs, the first door on the right." Called healer Nelson to her assistant, before making her way to the room.
Bill looked up when the healer entered the room, "I, I'll leave you to it." He said, in a hoarse voice, before going for a shower.
Healer Nelson looked at the young man lying on the bed. His body was writhing, and every now and then he let out a whimper.
She jumped, when her assistant burst into the room. "Quietly, we need to wake the patient up, so he can consent to the treatment. I have the quill set up; when the patient wakes I'll need you to calm him. Did you get that Draco?"
Her assistant tore his eyes away from the bed, "I don't think that seeing me will calm Weasley down." He said, pulling his hood down to reveal a head of white blonde hair, and a concerned pair of grey eyes.
A/N DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! Sorry about that, just a little Cliffhanger, to keep you on your toes…
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