A Loss so Early in Life
A/N This is the last chapter in my story. I'll miss writing it. But WitchGirl and I are writing another story. Check it out! It's called When There's Nothing Else to Cling to.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for Meredith.
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A week later, someone would have thought that Hogwarts had never changed. Spring had arrived, and exams were coming up. Everyone was studying. Ron had almost gotton over the death of his parents and brother. He still wasn't keen to talking about it. But what he was really depressed about was the death of Meredith. He reclaimed his armchair by the fire every night. Harry and Hermione were beginning to get worried.
"Who would have believed Percy would have been the one?" Hermione asked, remembering the times when she had looked up to Percy.
"Dunno, but definitly not Ron..." replied Harry.
"Meredith's death really hit him hard."
"I know..."
"I wish there was something we could do for him."
Just then, two people scrambled through the portrait hole. It was Lavender and Parvati, whispering about something frantically.
"Have you heard?" Parvai asked.
"No."
"There's a ball tomorrow night!"
"Why?"
"Um...to honor someone, Melinda or something."
"MEREDITH?" Ron shouted, finally coming out of his trance.
"Yeah! That was it!" Lavender said. "C'mon, Parvati! I gotta find Seamus!"
That night, just as Harry fell asleep, he heard muffled sobs coming from the bed near him.
Gee, I never thought I'd hear him cry...Hold on, buddy...
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The next morning, Ron came to breakfast for the first time in a couple of days. Everyone seemed sympathetic to him, even Professor Snape! He'd always wanted attention, but now he just wanted to be alone. Dumbledore had given everyone the day off as a holiday. This gave the girls plenty of time to talke about clothes, dates, etc., which made Ron even more aggravated. He decided to go see Hagrid. As he trudged down the sloping lawns, he caught a glimse of a few couples sitting by the lake, or walking up to the castle. It seemed that when you are depressed about something, you are always reminded of it afterwards. Finally he reached the small hut on the edge of the forest.
"Hi!" Hagrid exclaimed when he opened the door. His face fell when he was greeted with a gloomy face. "What's wrong?"
"I dunno...just thinking I guess."
"'Bout Meredith..." Ron's eyes filled with tears again, and he tried to hide them from Hagrid. But Hagrid saw them.
"'S'okay to cry. I cried a lot when me dad died. I'll tell ya one thing, though. Don't do much, cryin'."
"Why'd this happen to me, Hagrid?"
"Dunno, but they say the Lord works in mysterious ways. Never met Him myself, but he's out there."
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That night, Harry and Hermione got ready for the ball. Hermione wore her periwinkle-blue robes again; Harry, his green ones. On their way down to the Great Hall, they met Ron in the common room.
"'Bye Ron," Hermione said.
"'Bye. Have a good time," he replied.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Harry asked for the tenth time that night.
"Yeah," Ron replied. His eyes were still red, but he hadn't cried since he had talked to Hagrid. He waved good-bye as his friends disappeared through the portrait hole. He was the only one in the common room, and he was happy. He didn't know why, but he was. Then he realized why he was happy.
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Harry and Hermione were dancing in the Great Hall. Strangely, "I am your Angel", a muggle song by Celine Dion, came on. Harry smiled slightly as he thought of Meredith. She would have liked this song...
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"Hello Ron..." said the ghostly girl in front of him.
"Meredith?" The ghost just smiled and nodded her head.
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Harry and Hermione danced slowly, very close together. Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing.
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In the common room, Ron and the ghost Meredith danced as well. Ron felt no cold at the touch of her, only a deep warmth. This is where I need to be...
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And so the two couples held each other closely. Love was in the air that night at Hogwarts. And there it will stay. Always and forever.
A/N *Sniff* I made myself cry writing this. Meredith and Ron would make such a cute couple (lol Meredith if you are reading this!)! So what did you think? R/R SVP (Sil vous plait [please in french]) BTW check out WitchGirl's and my new fic! It's called When There's Nothing Else to Cling to.
A/N This is the last chapter in my story. I'll miss writing it. But WitchGirl and I are writing another story. Check it out! It's called When There's Nothing Else to Cling to.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for Meredith.
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A week later, someone would have thought that Hogwarts had never changed. Spring had arrived, and exams were coming up. Everyone was studying. Ron had almost gotton over the death of his parents and brother. He still wasn't keen to talking about it. But what he was really depressed about was the death of Meredith. He reclaimed his armchair by the fire every night. Harry and Hermione were beginning to get worried.
"Who would have believed Percy would have been the one?" Hermione asked, remembering the times when she had looked up to Percy.
"Dunno, but definitly not Ron..." replied Harry.
"Meredith's death really hit him hard."
"I know..."
"I wish there was something we could do for him."
Just then, two people scrambled through the portrait hole. It was Lavender and Parvati, whispering about something frantically.
"Have you heard?" Parvai asked.
"No."
"There's a ball tomorrow night!"
"Why?"
"Um...to honor someone, Melinda or something."
"MEREDITH?" Ron shouted, finally coming out of his trance.
"Yeah! That was it!" Lavender said. "C'mon, Parvati! I gotta find Seamus!"
That night, just as Harry fell asleep, he heard muffled sobs coming from the bed near him.
Gee, I never thought I'd hear him cry...Hold on, buddy...
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The next morning, Ron came to breakfast for the first time in a couple of days. Everyone seemed sympathetic to him, even Professor Snape! He'd always wanted attention, but now he just wanted to be alone. Dumbledore had given everyone the day off as a holiday. This gave the girls plenty of time to talke about clothes, dates, etc., which made Ron even more aggravated. He decided to go see Hagrid. As he trudged down the sloping lawns, he caught a glimse of a few couples sitting by the lake, or walking up to the castle. It seemed that when you are depressed about something, you are always reminded of it afterwards. Finally he reached the small hut on the edge of the forest.
"Hi!" Hagrid exclaimed when he opened the door. His face fell when he was greeted with a gloomy face. "What's wrong?"
"I dunno...just thinking I guess."
"'Bout Meredith..." Ron's eyes filled with tears again, and he tried to hide them from Hagrid. But Hagrid saw them.
"'S'okay to cry. I cried a lot when me dad died. I'll tell ya one thing, though. Don't do much, cryin'."
"Why'd this happen to me, Hagrid?"
"Dunno, but they say the Lord works in mysterious ways. Never met Him myself, but he's out there."
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That night, Harry and Hermione got ready for the ball. Hermione wore her periwinkle-blue robes again; Harry, his green ones. On their way down to the Great Hall, they met Ron in the common room.
"'Bye Ron," Hermione said.
"'Bye. Have a good time," he replied.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Harry asked for the tenth time that night.
"Yeah," Ron replied. His eyes were still red, but he hadn't cried since he had talked to Hagrid. He waved good-bye as his friends disappeared through the portrait hole. He was the only one in the common room, and he was happy. He didn't know why, but he was. Then he realized why he was happy.
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Harry and Hermione were dancing in the Great Hall. Strangely, "I am your Angel", a muggle song by Celine Dion, came on. Harry smiled slightly as he thought of Meredith. She would have liked this song...
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"Hello Ron..." said the ghostly girl in front of him.
"Meredith?" The ghost just smiled and nodded her head.
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Harry and Hermione danced slowly, very close together. Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing.
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In the common room, Ron and the ghost Meredith danced as well. Ron felt no cold at the touch of her, only a deep warmth. This is where I need to be...
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And so the two couples held each other closely. Love was in the air that night at Hogwarts. And there it will stay. Always and forever.
A/N *Sniff* I made myself cry writing this. Meredith and Ron would make such a cute couple (lol Meredith if you are reading this!)! So what did you think? R/R SVP (Sil vous plait [please in french]) BTW check out WitchGirl's and my new fic! It's called When There's Nothing Else to Cling to.