A Loss so Early in Life
A/N Thank you for all of the reviews! Feel free to give suggestions! :)
Disclaimer: The only things I own are Meredith and the plot. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling.
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It was the day the funeral. Ron had layed out his best black robes the night before. He had had to elongate them with a growing charm. He was horribly tired. It was one of those nights where you really tired, but you can't fall asleep. He checked his watch for the one hundreth time and was pleased to see that it was 6:30 am. He changed into his robes, being careful not to disturb the sleeping boys. He walked down to the Common Room, thinking it would be empty. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was looking into the eyes of Neville Longbottom.
"I heard," the boy said. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel."
Ron wore a puzzeled look on his face, so Neville continued. "My parents were tortured by the Death Eaters when I was only one. There at St. Mungo's. They don't even recognize me." At this, Neville broke down and tears came out of his eyes. He brushed them away, though.
"Will you be okay?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'll be okay..."
And the two boys left for breakfast. They sat down and helped themselves to eggs, bacon, and sausages. Ron was finishing his third cup of pumpkin juice when Harry and Hermione came into the Great Hall. Hermione had bought Ron three lilies for the funeral, and Harry offered moral support. Ron bid them good-bye and joined Ginny, who was leaving the Great Hall. Before they could leave, Dumbledore stood up and called for them to wait. He walked up to them and beckoned them out of the Hall.
"Bill will be meeting you two in my office," he said. "And you don't have to make up the work that you miss." He smiled supportivly, only to be disappointed when no eyes met his. The rest of the journey was a silent one. When they reached the stone gargoyle, Dumbledore whispered the password to it (Fizzing Whizbee), and it jumped aside to let them pass. Bill was already waiting for them, several flowers in his hand, and his face looking down-cast. However, his face glowed ever so slightly at the sight of his brother and sister.
"Hi, Ron, Ginny!" he said.
"They are ready to go," said Dumbledore.
"Good," Bill replied. He pulled out a small sack filled with floo powder. He then took a pinch of it and threw it into the roaring fire that burned in the fireplace. It instantly turned a bright, emerald green.
"We're going to Saint Diana's Cemetary," Bill said. "Ron you go first."
Ron stepped into the green fire and experianced the familiar feeling of warm breath. Slowly and clearly, he said, "Saint Diana's Cemetary!" And he was transported through what looked like blue clouds to a beautiful cemetary.
He had landed in a fireplace in a small, stone house. He stepped outside into the warm sunlight. It was the exact opposite of how he felt inside, cloudy and gray.
"It's nice. Mum would have liked it." Ginny had just appeared behind Ron.
"We should wait for Bill." Ginny agreed.
Suddenly she cried out, "Look! There's Fred and Charlie!" And indeed, the two brothers were standing in front of three coffins. Forgetting completely about Bill, the two siblings walked over to them.
"Oh Charlie!" Ginny cried, and she flung herself towards him, sobbing.
"Ginny!"
They hugged each other tightly, as if afraid that they would lose each other too. Fred pulled Ron aside.
"Ron, Charlie reckons that this was an inside job."
"You mean someone close works for You-Know-You?"
"Yes, just be careful..."
Bill finally arrived along with Percy and the pastor. Finally the funeral could begin. But Ron couldn't handle it. He could stand to see their cold, gray faces, their expressionless eyes. He walked away briskly.
"Ron! Come back here!"
"Leave him, Percy..."
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After the ceremony, everyone but Ron went into the stone house for some tea. He had been watching the funeral from a distance. When he was perfectly sure that the rest of them weren't looking and the coffins were closed, he carefully creeped across the lawns to his dead family. He kissed each of the lilies and placed one on each coffin. Just then something strange happened. He felt all of his sadness drain away into the earth below him. A new feeling erupted inside of him. He knew this feeling. It was the feeling of revenge.
"I'll find out who the traitor is!" he pledged to himself. "If it's the last thing I do!"
A/N Ha ha! A cliffhanger! Please review! I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.
A/N Thank you for all of the reviews! Feel free to give suggestions! :)
Disclaimer: The only things I own are Meredith and the plot. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling.
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It was the day the funeral. Ron had layed out his best black robes the night before. He had had to elongate them with a growing charm. He was horribly tired. It was one of those nights where you really tired, but you can't fall asleep. He checked his watch for the one hundreth time and was pleased to see that it was 6:30 am. He changed into his robes, being careful not to disturb the sleeping boys. He walked down to the Common Room, thinking it would be empty. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was looking into the eyes of Neville Longbottom.
"I heard," the boy said. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel."
Ron wore a puzzeled look on his face, so Neville continued. "My parents were tortured by the Death Eaters when I was only one. There at St. Mungo's. They don't even recognize me." At this, Neville broke down and tears came out of his eyes. He brushed them away, though.
"Will you be okay?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'll be okay..."
And the two boys left for breakfast. They sat down and helped themselves to eggs, bacon, and sausages. Ron was finishing his third cup of pumpkin juice when Harry and Hermione came into the Great Hall. Hermione had bought Ron three lilies for the funeral, and Harry offered moral support. Ron bid them good-bye and joined Ginny, who was leaving the Great Hall. Before they could leave, Dumbledore stood up and called for them to wait. He walked up to them and beckoned them out of the Hall.
"Bill will be meeting you two in my office," he said. "And you don't have to make up the work that you miss." He smiled supportivly, only to be disappointed when no eyes met his. The rest of the journey was a silent one. When they reached the stone gargoyle, Dumbledore whispered the password to it (Fizzing Whizbee), and it jumped aside to let them pass. Bill was already waiting for them, several flowers in his hand, and his face looking down-cast. However, his face glowed ever so slightly at the sight of his brother and sister.
"Hi, Ron, Ginny!" he said.
"They are ready to go," said Dumbledore.
"Good," Bill replied. He pulled out a small sack filled with floo powder. He then took a pinch of it and threw it into the roaring fire that burned in the fireplace. It instantly turned a bright, emerald green.
"We're going to Saint Diana's Cemetary," Bill said. "Ron you go first."
Ron stepped into the green fire and experianced the familiar feeling of warm breath. Slowly and clearly, he said, "Saint Diana's Cemetary!" And he was transported through what looked like blue clouds to a beautiful cemetary.
He had landed in a fireplace in a small, stone house. He stepped outside into the warm sunlight. It was the exact opposite of how he felt inside, cloudy and gray.
"It's nice. Mum would have liked it." Ginny had just appeared behind Ron.
"We should wait for Bill." Ginny agreed.
Suddenly she cried out, "Look! There's Fred and Charlie!" And indeed, the two brothers were standing in front of three coffins. Forgetting completely about Bill, the two siblings walked over to them.
"Oh Charlie!" Ginny cried, and she flung herself towards him, sobbing.
"Ginny!"
They hugged each other tightly, as if afraid that they would lose each other too. Fred pulled Ron aside.
"Ron, Charlie reckons that this was an inside job."
"You mean someone close works for You-Know-You?"
"Yes, just be careful..."
Bill finally arrived along with Percy and the pastor. Finally the funeral could begin. But Ron couldn't handle it. He could stand to see their cold, gray faces, their expressionless eyes. He walked away briskly.
"Ron! Come back here!"
"Leave him, Percy..."
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After the ceremony, everyone but Ron went into the stone house for some tea. He had been watching the funeral from a distance. When he was perfectly sure that the rest of them weren't looking and the coffins were closed, he carefully creeped across the lawns to his dead family. He kissed each of the lilies and placed one on each coffin. Just then something strange happened. He felt all of his sadness drain away into the earth below him. A new feeling erupted inside of him. He knew this feeling. It was the feeling of revenge.
"I'll find out who the traitor is!" he pledged to himself. "If it's the last thing I do!"
A/N Ha ha! A cliffhanger! Please review! I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.