Sorry guys, long time no update yet again. but this week was literally chaotic. exams, dance show, and what not. This has been literally my only free day in weeks so I decided to finish this. I didn't proofread very thoroughly though so please don't hate on me if there are many spelling errors. There shouldn't be but if there is, sorry in advance. I will try to update soon. Most likely it will be around in two weeks however.I gotta say, i am quite excited to finally right the one and the only silver doe chapter :D


"What the hell… Ron??" Bill ran over to Ron, mouth gaped clearly absolutely baffled as to why his brother was standing before him.

"Bill… Hi, I'm sorry to just… you know, but I…" Ron sighed heavily "Could I stay here for a bit?"

"Yes… Course, but, is everything alright? Harry, Hermione, they are okay aren't they?" he asked concerned, letting Ron go out of a tight hug.

"Yeah, they're alright. I hope… we got… separated you see, and I couldn't find them." He avoided eye contact with his brother.

"Alright Ron, come in, get yourself cleaned up. Did you know you're bleeding?" Bill continued to inspect Ron as if to make sure he wasn't bleeding or broken anywhere else.

Ron merely shrugged and walked past his brother assuming he would follow.

He did, and he showed Ron into the house.

"Fleur! Fleur! Come here, Ron is here!" he called up stairs.

A beautiful slim blonde made her way down the stairs almost angelically. The sight of her would normally cause Ron's stomach to do black flips but this time her image only depressed him. Her hair was blonde and strait, not brown and wavy, her skin more tanned then clear and pale. Pale like a porcelain doll. That is what Hermione looked like to him, a beautiful delicate porcelain doll.

"Oh Ron! You arr looking so pail!" she exclaimed hugging him tightly, and kissing him on both sides of his cheeks. He did not even flinch. His ears did not redden; instead he felt hollow and replied with, "Hello Fleur, nice to see you."

Bill eyed him suspiciously. This was not normal Ron Weasley behavior.

He looked to Bill. "Is there anywhere I can… sleep maybe?"

"Sure thing Ron, upstairs second door on the left is for guests." Ron nodded and made his way up the stairs, pretending not to notice his brother's continuous suspicious glares. He wanted to kick himself for being obvious. The way he acted only confirmed that there was clearly something wrong. Otherwise he would have asked about the others, showed concern, asked for food. Food. That hadn't even crossed his mind, yet now that he that thought about it, his stomach was aching, as if eating itself. Good, he thought, I deserve to starve. He flopped on the bed, wallowing in self pity and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next days went by in a blur. After apperating back to the site where they set up camp only a day earlier, trying to find his friends again without success, he felt hopeless and weak. Everyday Bill would interrogate him seeking answers, and Fleur would cast him dirty looks, clearly suspecting him of betrayal. The worst was she was right. It was betrayal wasn't it? He had left his friends in a time of need when he promised to stay by them no matter what. He didn't deserve to stand in their presence ever again, but he knew that if he had any possible chance to go back, he would. Everyday he would listen to potterwatch a radio station that was Harry Potter – pro. His brother had showed it to him and now this was his only source of information. Everyday he would listen anxiously, almost expecting the terrible news to come. The news of his friend's death, and the death of the only girl he ever loved, but it never did. So each time the deaths of loyal people, brave, courageous heroes, were listed he held his breath, and each time he would exhale in relief. One day- he had lost track of the what day it truly was- he made his way down the stairs, something rare, since he barely left the room he trapped himself in to ask Bill for the potterwatch password. It was something required to listen to the station, and changed regularly, and for some reason it slipped Ron's mind. It was odd in a sense- Ron had stopped feeling. Time had lost its meaning, food had lost its appeal, and the only emotion he had come to feel was emptiness and loneliness and guilt- so naturally he was overwhelmed with pain and grief when he saw Bill and Fleur kissing. He did not understand why it hit him so hard. He stared at them enviously for a minute, resisting the urge to fall on the floor and weep right then and there. He tried to clear his throat, but even that failed. He required air he did not posses to perform such an action, so instead he waited until they separated.

"You arr so good at zat…" This Ron could not tolerate so he coughed- very loudly.

"Oh!" Clearly caught of guard Bill blushed, "did you see…"

But Ron cut him off. "Oh never mind that, Bill. What's the potterwatch password?

"Gryffindor." Bill waited for a reply, but he did not receive one. Instead Ron walked off unable to look at his brother's face.

He sat at the foot of his bed, listening miserably to the voice of Lee Jordan coming from the radio when something he least expected occurred. He heard his name. He looked around his room at first utterly confused, trying to figure out where the voice came from. Then he heard it again, clearer from his pocket. And he recognized the confident, stern, nagging, sweet, loving voice of Hermione. Perplexed, he emptied out his pockets only to find Dumbledore's deluminator. Without thinking twice he clicked it, and a blue orb floated out eerily. Normally, Ron, being the slower one of the group would have to think over the situation, but this time he knew, perfectly well that this was his way back to them. He quickly grabbed his clothes and a couple belongings and threw them into his Rucksack He followed the orb until it led him outside. He glanced back at the house. Would Bill worry? Probably not. Ron was sure he would understand. Just incase though he did leave a quick note saying 'I had to go. Thanks for everything' He took a step forward gingerly. The blue orb slowly drifted into Ron, and he disaparated. Only this time he felt light and happy for the first time, not suffocated and lost.