Ron laid in his bed that night, wide awake. He knew that Harry was awake too, he was almost positive, and Neville as well. He couldn't understand why Neville was awake, unless, for some uncanny reason, Neville didn't snore anymore.
Ron was awake for more than one reason. First and most obvious, the riddle, except that he had almost set it aside as some childish thing to keep people awake, that had happened to stumble apon it. Secondly, he was worried about Harry. Everyone knew that gone were the happy lives they had known through their fourth year. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was returning to power quickly, and surely, it must affect Harry. But previously, he seemed to almost enjoy this as an excuse to wander the halls some more-always getting more detentions-but, "saving the day" in the end, along with his friends.
"Yeah," Ron thought, "along with his friends...he hardly even needed us..."
"Yet who was it that he saved from the bottom of the lake?" said a small voice.
"Well, that didn't count. Besides, it wasn't like I was really going to drown."
"Oh, but he thought you would...remember how seriously he took it? He cares about you, Ron, and he needs you, more than you can imagine. Definatly now..."
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Ron awoke with a start. He eyes popped open and he looked around for what had startled him. Then he rememebered...he had just had a dream. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, (it was only 5:00 am), he yawned and pulled back the curtains of his four-poster. Moonlight streamed in through a window, and he went over and put his head on the ledge.
He looked out across the grounds and saw a dim light and smoke from Hagrid's cabin.
"Gee, he get's up early." he thought.
Before he could stop himself, lines from the riddle started coming into his head. 'Wait for me at the gate, then I will come...', 'Of wonderful times gone by, then I will come...', 'Four years back and dawn is near, then I will come...', 'A sadness upon the shadow, then I will come..', 'Cries in the night, then I will come...', those were the ones he could rememeber. Some of them made sense, now that he thought about it. But some of them...like 'A sadness upon the shadow, then I will come..' didn't make any sense at all. And furthermore, who was coming? Of the ones he could remember, Ron started trying to figure them out.
"Well, the gate thing, I have no idea...but the wonderful times gone by, I guess that's pretty easy, that's now. Still, I don't know why I'm bothering with it, the riddle is probably nothing at all." thought Ron.
He continued to ponder the rest of the lines, but he started to fall asleep again, so he headed to the water fountain and then to bed. as he climbed in though, he wondered about Harry. If he was hearing his parents' cries again...something told him that was an answer, but he couldn't understand this, and his brain was already too fogged to think. He drifted off to sleep...
* * *
It seemed all too soon that he had woken up again, as now sun was bouncing off the walls. He looked over at Harry's bed as he got up and streatched, and saw that the curtains were still closed.
"Aught to let him sleep..."he thought groggly as he slumped down the staircase to the common room. It was then that it ht him about the line from the riddle.
"Cries in the night!" he accidently said out loud. A couple people that were there looked up at him. "Oh-uh, sorry, uh, didn't mean that." They continued to stare. "Hey, it-uh-was a long night! I'm tired!" he furrowed his brow and gave them a look until they turned away. Ron then started muttering something about his own stupidity, when he noticed Hermione, who was still staring at him.
"Oh, hello." he said casually to her.
"Hello. And what was that all about?" she questioned him.
"Hm? Oh! Well, I was thinking...about that line from the riddle, it matches perfectly with Harry. You know, what he was saying he hears at night?" Then he thought, "Probably another reason why it has nothing to do with me..."
"Okay, Ron, you're probably right, and also, he doesn't want to talk about it, and doesn't really want to talk about anything right now, got it? said a voice suddenly.
"Harry! You scared me! I didn't know you were there." said Ron.
"I just came down." Harry replied gloomily.
"Harry, please cheer up, we're both sorry about what has been happening to you..." said Hermione soothingly.
Harry sighed. " If only everything would just go away, if only Voldemort would go away..."
Ron cringed, but knew after six years that nothing he said would make Harry stop saying the name.
"But Harry, life's not a complete waste, I know you still have to worry about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but we can still have fun like we used to..." Hermione wasn't sure where she was going with this.
"Yeah, but it won't be the same..." Harry smiled though. "still, it's not fair to you to be all down like I am. Let's go down to Hagrid's before breakfast."
"That's the Harry we like." grined Ron. But he thought back to the riddle...did he dare bring it up again with Harry? But Harry soon answered his thought.
"Oh, and Ron, Hermione, I'm sorry I stormed off like that, I should be able to handle myself better. Maybe we can talk to Hagrid about the riddle."
"It's OK Harry." said Hermione.
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Please review this fan fic, it doesn't take much time. I would really appreciate it. I've adjusted the way i type it, so I hope it's easier to read now. ^_^
Ron was awake for more than one reason. First and most obvious, the riddle, except that he had almost set it aside as some childish thing to keep people awake, that had happened to stumble apon it. Secondly, he was worried about Harry. Everyone knew that gone were the happy lives they had known through their fourth year. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was returning to power quickly, and surely, it must affect Harry. But previously, he seemed to almost enjoy this as an excuse to wander the halls some more-always getting more detentions-but, "saving the day" in the end, along with his friends.
"Yeah," Ron thought, "along with his friends...he hardly even needed us..."
"Yet who was it that he saved from the bottom of the lake?" said a small voice.
"Well, that didn't count. Besides, it wasn't like I was really going to drown."
"Oh, but he thought you would...remember how seriously he took it? He cares about you, Ron, and he needs you, more than you can imagine. Definatly now..."
* * *
Ron awoke with a start. He eyes popped open and he looked around for what had startled him. Then he rememebered...he had just had a dream. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, (it was only 5:00 am), he yawned and pulled back the curtains of his four-poster. Moonlight streamed in through a window, and he went over and put his head on the ledge.
He looked out across the grounds and saw a dim light and smoke from Hagrid's cabin.
"Gee, he get's up early." he thought.
Before he could stop himself, lines from the riddle started coming into his head. 'Wait for me at the gate, then I will come...', 'Of wonderful times gone by, then I will come...', 'Four years back and dawn is near, then I will come...', 'A sadness upon the shadow, then I will come..', 'Cries in the night, then I will come...', those were the ones he could rememeber. Some of them made sense, now that he thought about it. But some of them...like 'A sadness upon the shadow, then I will come..' didn't make any sense at all. And furthermore, who was coming? Of the ones he could remember, Ron started trying to figure them out.
"Well, the gate thing, I have no idea...but the wonderful times gone by, I guess that's pretty easy, that's now. Still, I don't know why I'm bothering with it, the riddle is probably nothing at all." thought Ron.
He continued to ponder the rest of the lines, but he started to fall asleep again, so he headed to the water fountain and then to bed. as he climbed in though, he wondered about Harry. If he was hearing his parents' cries again...something told him that was an answer, but he couldn't understand this, and his brain was already too fogged to think. He drifted off to sleep...
* * *
It seemed all too soon that he had woken up again, as now sun was bouncing off the walls. He looked over at Harry's bed as he got up and streatched, and saw that the curtains were still closed.
"Aught to let him sleep..."he thought groggly as he slumped down the staircase to the common room. It was then that it ht him about the line from the riddle.
"Cries in the night!" he accidently said out loud. A couple people that were there looked up at him. "Oh-uh, sorry, uh, didn't mean that." They continued to stare. "Hey, it-uh-was a long night! I'm tired!" he furrowed his brow and gave them a look until they turned away. Ron then started muttering something about his own stupidity, when he noticed Hermione, who was still staring at him.
"Oh, hello." he said casually to her.
"Hello. And what was that all about?" she questioned him.
"Hm? Oh! Well, I was thinking...about that line from the riddle, it matches perfectly with Harry. You know, what he was saying he hears at night?" Then he thought, "Probably another reason why it has nothing to do with me..."
"Okay, Ron, you're probably right, and also, he doesn't want to talk about it, and doesn't really want to talk about anything right now, got it? said a voice suddenly.
"Harry! You scared me! I didn't know you were there." said Ron.
"I just came down." Harry replied gloomily.
"Harry, please cheer up, we're both sorry about what has been happening to you..." said Hermione soothingly.
Harry sighed. " If only everything would just go away, if only Voldemort would go away..."
Ron cringed, but knew after six years that nothing he said would make Harry stop saying the name.
"But Harry, life's not a complete waste, I know you still have to worry about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but we can still have fun like we used to..." Hermione wasn't sure where she was going with this.
"Yeah, but it won't be the same..." Harry smiled though. "still, it's not fair to you to be all down like I am. Let's go down to Hagrid's before breakfast."
"That's the Harry we like." grined Ron. But he thought back to the riddle...did he dare bring it up again with Harry? But Harry soon answered his thought.
"Oh, and Ron, Hermione, I'm sorry I stormed off like that, I should be able to handle myself better. Maybe we can talk to Hagrid about the riddle."
"It's OK Harry." said Hermione.
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Please review this fan fic, it doesn't take much time. I would really appreciate it. I've adjusted the way i type it, so I hope it's easier to read now. ^_^