A Loss so Early in Life
A/N Thanks for all of the reviews! It really helped me out!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the goddess, JK Rowling! Except the idea...
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Dumbledore quickly set the letter down and walked out of the Great Hall after Ron. A puzzled Proffesor McGonagall picked it up and read it.
"Oh no...not another one," she sighed. Just then, a young fourth year witch read the letter she had received and copied Ron.
At the same time...
Ron ran and ran. He didn't know where to go. All he knew was he wanted to get away; to be alone. First he'd lost Hermione, now his parents and a brother. He was now out of the castle and running down the sweeping lawns toward the lake. He flung himself down and cried. He just cried.
"Ron, I'm sorry..." Ron was startled. He looked up and squinted through his watery eyes. Dumbledore was looking down at him, his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Why, though?" Ron asked. "Why did it have to be them?" Dumbledore just stood there; for once, he couldn't think of anything to say. After a long pause, Ron said, "I think I'll go back to the Gryffindor Common Room now."
Dumbledore smiled. "Ok."
And that's how he had ended up gazing into the fire. He wanted to cry more. But it seemed that he had no more tears. The portrait opened and Dean Thomas and his best friend Seamus walked in laughing at a joke.
"Hey, Ron!" said Seamus, finally controlling himself. "Why'd ya run off like that at breakfast this morning?"
"It's none of your business!" Ron snapped back nastily. Dean and Seamus gave him dark looks and retreated to the other side of the room. Ron was happy.
The next morning, Ron woke up still in the same armchair. He checked his watch and was startled to see that it was already a quarter past eleven. Even though he had never felt less hungry in his life, he slowly dragged his feet down to the Great Hall for some lunch. Everyone was already gathered.
"Ahhh, Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore remarked at his appearance. "Please do join us."
Ron had his choice of two empty seats that were next to each other. On one side sat Seamus. Well that eliminated that one. The other one was next to a pretty fourth year witch Ron knew by site but not by name. She had shoulder length blonde hair and hazel-teal eyes. Ron had never seen such eyes. We all know that this was the witch that had run out of the Great Hall after Ron, but he of course did not. Ron sat in the seat next to the witch.
"Can I have a word after breakfast?" the girl asked once he had sat down.
"Um sure, I guess." Ron decided just to wait for the girl since he didn't have the slightest incline to eat. When she had finished, they exited the Great Hall together. In fact the exited the castle together. They walked around the school, until the reached the Quidditch Field. They sat down on the bleachers.
"So it happened to you, too," the girl said.
"What?" Ron replied.
"My parents and my baby sister were murdered."
"Oh I'm sorry." The girl just shook her head. Ron noticed that the eyes he had been so fascinated with that morning were red from old tears, and glistening from the new ones that tore at her eyelids.
"I'm Ron," he said.
"I'm Meredith."
Ron let his feelings pour out of him. He felt content sharing things with her that he couldn't share with anyone else, not even Harry. He felt like he already knew her.
A/N Thanks for all of the reviews! It really helped me out!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the goddess, JK Rowling! Except the idea...
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Dumbledore quickly set the letter down and walked out of the Great Hall after Ron. A puzzled Proffesor McGonagall picked it up and read it.
"Oh no...not another one," she sighed. Just then, a young fourth year witch read the letter she had received and copied Ron.
At the same time...
Ron ran and ran. He didn't know where to go. All he knew was he wanted to get away; to be alone. First he'd lost Hermione, now his parents and a brother. He was now out of the castle and running down the sweeping lawns toward the lake. He flung himself down and cried. He just cried.
"Ron, I'm sorry..." Ron was startled. He looked up and squinted through his watery eyes. Dumbledore was looking down at him, his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Why, though?" Ron asked. "Why did it have to be them?" Dumbledore just stood there; for once, he couldn't think of anything to say. After a long pause, Ron said, "I think I'll go back to the Gryffindor Common Room now."
Dumbledore smiled. "Ok."
And that's how he had ended up gazing into the fire. He wanted to cry more. But it seemed that he had no more tears. The portrait opened and Dean Thomas and his best friend Seamus walked in laughing at a joke.
"Hey, Ron!" said Seamus, finally controlling himself. "Why'd ya run off like that at breakfast this morning?"
"It's none of your business!" Ron snapped back nastily. Dean and Seamus gave him dark looks and retreated to the other side of the room. Ron was happy.
The next morning, Ron woke up still in the same armchair. He checked his watch and was startled to see that it was already a quarter past eleven. Even though he had never felt less hungry in his life, he slowly dragged his feet down to the Great Hall for some lunch. Everyone was already gathered.
"Ahhh, Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore remarked at his appearance. "Please do join us."
Ron had his choice of two empty seats that were next to each other. On one side sat Seamus. Well that eliminated that one. The other one was next to a pretty fourth year witch Ron knew by site but not by name. She had shoulder length blonde hair and hazel-teal eyes. Ron had never seen such eyes. We all know that this was the witch that had run out of the Great Hall after Ron, but he of course did not. Ron sat in the seat next to the witch.
"Can I have a word after breakfast?" the girl asked once he had sat down.
"Um sure, I guess." Ron decided just to wait for the girl since he didn't have the slightest incline to eat. When she had finished, they exited the Great Hall together. In fact the exited the castle together. They walked around the school, until the reached the Quidditch Field. They sat down on the bleachers.
"So it happened to you, too," the girl said.
"What?" Ron replied.
"My parents and my baby sister were murdered."
"Oh I'm sorry." The girl just shook her head. Ron noticed that the eyes he had been so fascinated with that morning were red from old tears, and glistening from the new ones that tore at her eyelids.
"I'm Ron," he said.
"I'm Meredith."
Ron let his feelings pour out of him. He felt content sharing things with her that he couldn't share with anyone else, not even Harry. He felt like he already knew her.