A Loss so Early in Life
A/N Thanks for all of the reviews!
Disclaimer: The only things I own is the character Meredith and the plot. Everything else blongs to JK Rowling.
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Ron lied down on his bed. He had just got back from his talk with Meredith. Somehow, his body felt lighter as if a burden had been lifted off of him. But he still had the lump in his throat and the shaky feeling in his legs. Part of him wanted to talk to Harry; part of him didn't want to be near him. Well, he thought, I'll know in a couple of days.
The next day at breakfast, Ron received another letter. It read:
Dear Ron,
We will be having a funeral for Mum, Dad, and George on January 28th. I'll come get you at Hogwarts. I've already sent a letter to Dumbledore. And Ron, try to hang in there.
Love,
Bill
From down at the end of the table, Ginny glanced at Ron. Apparently, she had received the same letter. That night in the common room, they talked.
"But how could he find them? I thought they were in hiding ever since last year when Harry saw You-Know-Who gain power," Ginny said in a worried voice.
"They were going to. They just couldn't find the right secret-keeper. They told you that so that you wouldn't be worried," Ron replied.
"Why them? Why, why, why? That's all I ever ask myself anymore," Ginny said scooting closer to her brother.
"I know, I know," Ron said cradling her in his arms and rocking ever so slightly. "I know."
A few days later...
Ron and Ginny walked down to the Great Hall early. They both met up in the Common Room that morning at 4am because they couldn't sleep. When they reached the great oak doors, they opened them only to find the four house tables.
"Oh yeah," Ginny said. "Everyone else is coming back today before classes tomorrow." Ron nodded in agreement.
He was halfway through his bacon when the doors opened and the rest of the students piled in. Harry and Hermione were at the front, hand-in-hand. They walked over to Ron, carefully avoiding his eyes.
"How was your vacation, Ron?" Hermione said.
"A lot worse than yours probably was," he snapped back nastily. He got up and left the Hall, his anger conquering his lonliness.
"That couldn't just be about us, could it?" Harry asked.
"He's not telling us something..." Hermione replied.
"He won't tell anyone," Dean said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"He did the same thing to us," said Seamus.
"I just hope he's ok..."
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Ron headed for Hagrid's house. He was the only one Ron felt he could talk to now, except for Meredith, but she had disappeared off to her family's funeral. When he reached the hut, Hagrid immeadatly opened the door. Ron went inside and sat down at the large wooden table.
"Dumbledore told me..." Hagrid said to break the silence.
"Great soon its going to be all over the school. I can't wait to hear what Malfoy going to say..."
"Nah, on'y teachers know. And if that git gives you any trouble, you come ter me!" Ron smiled meekly.
"Thanks Hagrid."
They talked for about an hour about life and how things were going. Finally Ron decided to go back to the common room to finish some homework before classes the next day. Professor McGonagall had given them two books to read and Snape had assigned them a nasty essay about Confusing Potions. Ron decided to do that one last. Half way through his second Transfiguration book, Harry and Hermione walked in, looking worried.
"Hagrid told us..." Hermione said. Harry walked over Ron, pulled him up, and embraced him like a brother.
"I'm sorry Ron."
They sat down and Ron told them everything; about the letter, about Dumbledore, about Meredith. When he reached her, he blushed deeply.
"I see you've gotten over me," Hermione said slyly. If possible, Ron blushed even deeper.
"Well, I like her, but it isn't the time to start a relationship, with murders in both of our families and all," Ron said. "Maybe next year," he said as an after thought.
"When is the funeral?" Harry asked.
"A week from tomorrow," Ron replied.
A/N In the next chapter, a mystery will reveal itself! :) Please review!
A/N Thanks for all of the reviews!
Disclaimer: The only things I own is the character Meredith and the plot. Everything else blongs to JK Rowling.
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Ron lied down on his bed. He had just got back from his talk with Meredith. Somehow, his body felt lighter as if a burden had been lifted off of him. But he still had the lump in his throat and the shaky feeling in his legs. Part of him wanted to talk to Harry; part of him didn't want to be near him. Well, he thought, I'll know in a couple of days.
The next day at breakfast, Ron received another letter. It read:
Dear Ron,
We will be having a funeral for Mum, Dad, and George on January 28th. I'll come get you at Hogwarts. I've already sent a letter to Dumbledore. And Ron, try to hang in there.
Love,
Bill
From down at the end of the table, Ginny glanced at Ron. Apparently, she had received the same letter. That night in the common room, they talked.
"But how could he find them? I thought they were in hiding ever since last year when Harry saw You-Know-Who gain power," Ginny said in a worried voice.
"They were going to. They just couldn't find the right secret-keeper. They told you that so that you wouldn't be worried," Ron replied.
"Why them? Why, why, why? That's all I ever ask myself anymore," Ginny said scooting closer to her brother.
"I know, I know," Ron said cradling her in his arms and rocking ever so slightly. "I know."
A few days later...
Ron and Ginny walked down to the Great Hall early. They both met up in the Common Room that morning at 4am because they couldn't sleep. When they reached the great oak doors, they opened them only to find the four house tables.
"Oh yeah," Ginny said. "Everyone else is coming back today before classes tomorrow." Ron nodded in agreement.
He was halfway through his bacon when the doors opened and the rest of the students piled in. Harry and Hermione were at the front, hand-in-hand. They walked over to Ron, carefully avoiding his eyes.
"How was your vacation, Ron?" Hermione said.
"A lot worse than yours probably was," he snapped back nastily. He got up and left the Hall, his anger conquering his lonliness.
"That couldn't just be about us, could it?" Harry asked.
"He's not telling us something..." Hermione replied.
"He won't tell anyone," Dean said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"He did the same thing to us," said Seamus.
"I just hope he's ok..."
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Ron headed for Hagrid's house. He was the only one Ron felt he could talk to now, except for Meredith, but she had disappeared off to her family's funeral. When he reached the hut, Hagrid immeadatly opened the door. Ron went inside and sat down at the large wooden table.
"Dumbledore told me..." Hagrid said to break the silence.
"Great soon its going to be all over the school. I can't wait to hear what Malfoy going to say..."
"Nah, on'y teachers know. And if that git gives you any trouble, you come ter me!" Ron smiled meekly.
"Thanks Hagrid."
They talked for about an hour about life and how things were going. Finally Ron decided to go back to the common room to finish some homework before classes the next day. Professor McGonagall had given them two books to read and Snape had assigned them a nasty essay about Confusing Potions. Ron decided to do that one last. Half way through his second Transfiguration book, Harry and Hermione walked in, looking worried.
"Hagrid told us..." Hermione said. Harry walked over Ron, pulled him up, and embraced him like a brother.
"I'm sorry Ron."
They sat down and Ron told them everything; about the letter, about Dumbledore, about Meredith. When he reached her, he blushed deeply.
"I see you've gotten over me," Hermione said slyly. If possible, Ron blushed even deeper.
"Well, I like her, but it isn't the time to start a relationship, with murders in both of our families and all," Ron said. "Maybe next year," he said as an after thought.
"When is the funeral?" Harry asked.
"A week from tomorrow," Ron replied.
A/N In the next chapter, a mystery will reveal itself! :) Please review!