By: A. Madalong
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"So, you say this muggle knows what happened to Hermione?" Arthur Weasley asked, with quite a bit of doubt in his voice.
"Well yes," Ron confirmed. "She had a vision of some sort. She thinks a snake killed Hermione."
Arthur raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and repeated, "A snake?
"Yes, a silver and green snake," Ron went on.
"Silver and green? Slyther- Wait!" Arthur shook his head, regaining his sensibility. "Ron, think about what you're telling me...First, you went on an unauthorized mission. Then, you cast a spell a muggle! And now, you want me to give you the OK to work with this muggle- work with a MUGGLE on a TOP SECRET WIZARDRY mission!"
Ron hushed his father, calming him down- for the two were standing in a muggle hospital hallway, and now were attracting quite a few, odd stares.
"Father," Ron said. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have broken protocol...But you know what's it been like...First Percy...Then Hermione, my wife...And now this muggle somehow knows what happened to Hermione– well, I'm sorry but whether or not you give me the OK on this, I'm going to go through with it...It this muggle knows where Hermione is, I'm going to find out all that I can."
"Ron, Hermione is-...well, we received her wand at the office broken in half. She's dead, Ron," Arthur said. "She lives on in our memories and hearts."
"No–she's not dead...Hermione never did die, and I'm going to find out what happened to her."
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"So, it's Ron Weasley right?" Samantha Jones asked, as she sat down at a table in "Beans and Butter" Coffee Shop.
"Yes, that's right," Ron nodded. "Now, I'd like to thank you again, Samantha, for helping me out."
"I'm glad to help," she smiled. "It's just...well...I've never really thought of myself as a psychic before. To tell you the truth, I think all that divinationist stuff is a silly waste of time."
Ron let a smile laugh, remembering how frustrated Hermione would become in Professor Trelawney's classes. She called it an 'imprecise form of magic that involves too much wooly guesswork!'
"What's so funny?" Samantha asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Ron sighed. "It's just- well" He looked up in Samantha's eyes. "You remind of someone I know."
"Really?" Samantha asked surprised. "I feel the same way about you."
Ron then felt a warm hand on his. Samantha grasped his hand and said, "Ron, I'm so sorry."
"Wh- why?" he said, dazed by her touch and her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Ron," she continued. "I had to do it...I had to make the deal."
"What deal?"
"The death was too much, the war was just too much-"
"Samantha?...Samantha, what are you talking about?"
"Ron, please forgive me?"
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Draco took a deep breath as he entered Lord Voldemort chambers. "You summoned me, my Lord?"
"The time to kill is near," hissed Voldemort.
"Then, the plan? It worked?"
"Don't sound so surprised!" Voldemort snapped. "Of course it worked...That mudblood Hermione lead us straight to Harry Potter and his little sidekick Ron Weasley. Apparently, they aren't just Quidditch players."
"So, it's true then," Draco said. "There is a secret Wizardry force...The Argonauts..."
"Not for long," Voldemort laughed.
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