Part II
A/N: I didn't get as many reviews as I hoped for, but I decided to continue regardless because I couldn't seem to stop writing. I would really, really love it if you either e-mail me or review, constructive criticism very welcome. BTW, this takes place in the trio's 6th year. Pretend that Harry's lifetime Quidditch ban was lifted and Ginny Weasley is Chaser. Hope y'all like it, and I'm sorry if this comes out like a big blob of words (like part one) instead of paragraphed like I had it before. *Grumbles about good-for-nothing-computers*
Ron flew around the Quidditch pitch in a bit of a daze. Today was the day. He was taking Hermione to Hogsmead. Alone. Quickly, he attempted to turn his train of thought to Quidditch. He didn't quite do this fast enough, and a speeding bludger narrowly missed his head.
"Ron, get with us! I thought we cured you of this habit last year!" Angelina Johnson cried, passing the quaffle to Ginny Weasley. Ginny managed to grab it as it buffeted through the wind and at the same time shot a witty remark at Ron.
"What's wrong, Ronnie, mind somewhere else today? Or rather, with someone else?" Ginny called devilishly.
Ron shot a very annoyed look at Harry, who he assumed must have told Ginny. Harry smiled slightly as he effortlessly caught the golden snitch, although averting Ron's gaze.
"All right, I can see that no one's quite into Quidditch today, but we'll be making this time up! I want you all here at 6 A.M. sharp!" Angelina yelled, still managing to sound forbidding through the shrieking wind. The team groaned in unison as they landed on the ground and made their way up to the castle.
Ron swiftly changed out of his Quidditch uniform and met Hermione at the carriages. Hermione was staring at the space in front of the carriages, which Ron knew was actually accompanied by thestrals. Ron still couldn't see them, since he had not seen Sirius die, but Hermione must have.
"Remember when I said how I wish I could see them?" Hermione asked, eyes filling.
"Yeah, but you know you didn't mean this," Ron answered.
"I know, it's just." she trailed off. Ron looked at her nervously. Should he hug her? Say something comforting? He didn't manage either, and instead said,
"The carriages are leaving."
Hermione nodded, and they stepped inside while she dried her tears on the sleeve of her robe. When they reached Hogsmead, Hermione asked if they could take a walk instead of going into the Three Broomsticks like they had planned. They had just headed down the main road when they noticed that people had begun to run frantically in different directions, most of them heading into buildings. Ron grabbed Dean Thomas as he dashed by.
"What's happening, mate? Where's everyone going?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Haven't you heard? Word has it that Dementors under You-know-who's power are acting mad- sucking souls whenever they can. Everyone is instructed to find a building and place cheering charms on the walls to help ward them off. I don't know where there'll be room for you though, mate. I've got the last spot in the Three Broomsticks, and we're not allowed to have more than twenty people per building." Dean said very quickly, before dashing off.
Ron's blood ran cold as he looked at Hermione. He could see that she was already thinking hard.
"The Shrieking Shack. I bet nobody's gone there yet, there'll be room," she said suddenly. Both of them turned around and dashed madly towards the tiny building, racing against the cold that seemed to have engulfed them. The Dementors.
A/N: What happened? This was supposed to be a sweet little 2-part fic, but my fingers aren't typing what my brain's telling them to and it's turning out to be quite different from what I thought. Oh well. Remember, like it? REVIEW! Hate it? REVIEW!
A/N: I didn't get as many reviews as I hoped for, but I decided to continue regardless because I couldn't seem to stop writing. I would really, really love it if you either e-mail me or review, constructive criticism very welcome. BTW, this takes place in the trio's 6th year. Pretend that Harry's lifetime Quidditch ban was lifted and Ginny Weasley is Chaser. Hope y'all like it, and I'm sorry if this comes out like a big blob of words (like part one) instead of paragraphed like I had it before. *Grumbles about good-for-nothing-computers*
Ron flew around the Quidditch pitch in a bit of a daze. Today was the day. He was taking Hermione to Hogsmead. Alone. Quickly, he attempted to turn his train of thought to Quidditch. He didn't quite do this fast enough, and a speeding bludger narrowly missed his head.
"Ron, get with us! I thought we cured you of this habit last year!" Angelina Johnson cried, passing the quaffle to Ginny Weasley. Ginny managed to grab it as it buffeted through the wind and at the same time shot a witty remark at Ron.
"What's wrong, Ronnie, mind somewhere else today? Or rather, with someone else?" Ginny called devilishly.
Ron shot a very annoyed look at Harry, who he assumed must have told Ginny. Harry smiled slightly as he effortlessly caught the golden snitch, although averting Ron's gaze.
"All right, I can see that no one's quite into Quidditch today, but we'll be making this time up! I want you all here at 6 A.M. sharp!" Angelina yelled, still managing to sound forbidding through the shrieking wind. The team groaned in unison as they landed on the ground and made their way up to the castle.
Ron swiftly changed out of his Quidditch uniform and met Hermione at the carriages. Hermione was staring at the space in front of the carriages, which Ron knew was actually accompanied by thestrals. Ron still couldn't see them, since he had not seen Sirius die, but Hermione must have.
"Remember when I said how I wish I could see them?" Hermione asked, eyes filling.
"Yeah, but you know you didn't mean this," Ron answered.
"I know, it's just." she trailed off. Ron looked at her nervously. Should he hug her? Say something comforting? He didn't manage either, and instead said,
"The carriages are leaving."
Hermione nodded, and they stepped inside while she dried her tears on the sleeve of her robe. When they reached Hogsmead, Hermione asked if they could take a walk instead of going into the Three Broomsticks like they had planned. They had just headed down the main road when they noticed that people had begun to run frantically in different directions, most of them heading into buildings. Ron grabbed Dean Thomas as he dashed by.
"What's happening, mate? Where's everyone going?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Haven't you heard? Word has it that Dementors under You-know-who's power are acting mad- sucking souls whenever they can. Everyone is instructed to find a building and place cheering charms on the walls to help ward them off. I don't know where there'll be room for you though, mate. I've got the last spot in the Three Broomsticks, and we're not allowed to have more than twenty people per building." Dean said very quickly, before dashing off.
Ron's blood ran cold as he looked at Hermione. He could see that she was already thinking hard.
"The Shrieking Shack. I bet nobody's gone there yet, there'll be room," she said suddenly. Both of them turned around and dashed madly towards the tiny building, racing against the cold that seemed to have engulfed them. The Dementors.
A/N: What happened? This was supposed to be a sweet little 2-part fic, but my fingers aren't typing what my brain's telling them to and it's turning out to be quite different from what I thought. Oh well. Remember, like it? REVIEW! Hate it? REVIEW!