AN: A short little angst piece about Ron's thoughts. From my story Forgotten Heart.
They Took Her From Me
By: Morgan Le Fay of
Avalon
I had only
just found her. We were only
sixteen. I knew it was dangerous for
her. Her life was dangerous for her. She had been protected by so many magic
spells over the years that she couldn't even remember the first.
She was only a sixth year, but she
was in seventh year classes. "Just in
case," she used to tell me. "In case of
what?" I would ask, but she would never answer. I didn't know Voldemort was after her. I didn't know that she and Harry were the only two beings in
existence that had any chance of fighting him.
God, I wish I had. I would have
destroyed Scabbers, no, Peter with my own hands if killing him had meant that
she wouldn't have to hide anymore.
We had been dating for two months
before they preformed the Fidelus charm.
I thought I'd never see her again, until the night she came
running. I watched her run faster than
most men can fly on a broomstick, into Ginny's room, but Ginny wasn't
home. I followed her up the stairs,
everyone else was either asleep or sleeping over at Hermione's house in Ginny's
case. She was crying and I knew exactly
why. I had cried the same way the night
they had first taken her from me. She
was mourning for the dead, and of course the dead meant her mother. I held her that night. She cried that night. For a long time I'm not even really sure she
knew it was me, until I heard her mumbling my name. The scene that passed after that has filled me with so many mixed
emotions that I'm not sure I can give anyone a good description of it.
"Ron?" she turned to me.
"Yes, Marie."
"Will you do me a favor?"
"Anything Marie." She turned around that she was facing me,
and brought her lips to my ear as if to tell me her greatest secret.
"Make love to me." I nearly jumped at her words. I knew she didn't mean them. She was mourning her mother, the loss of the
one person that had encouraged our relationship from the beginning. It would have been cruel of me to say yes to
her then. She wasn't ready for it, and
in truth neither was I. I was more than
willing to wait if it meant that she would someday marry me. Now, I know that's selfish and even a bit
pompous to assume that the girl that's been one of your best friends since you
were eleven and your girlfriend of three months will someday marry you, but at
that time, all I was thinking about was how much she would hate me in the
morning if I did that to her. It would
have been taking advantage of her in the worst way possible.
"Anything, but that Marie," I
pleaded. She kissed me on the lips and
smiled.
"Thank God for boys like you Ron
Weasley." She laid there in silence for
a while longer. "Ron will you do me
another favor?"
"What Marie?"
"Don't leave me alone."
"I'll never leave you alone, never
again," I promised and I meant it. I
wasn't ever planning to let her out of my sight for another minute, but what I
didn't know. What I couldn't know was that she had already decided what she
would do if the Fidelous failed.
Three months later we sat out on
the front stoop of the school, and I knew she had something dire to tell
me. She was looking quite serious with
tears beginning to well in her eyes, and I knew it couldn't be anything
good. The last time she had looked at
me like that they had decided to try the Fidelus charm.
"Ron, I can't live this way."
"What? Don't worry Marie I won't let Voldemort hurt you."
"Ron I'm not scared for me. I'm scared for you and my family and all of
my other friends. You have to
understand that while I'm around you're all in danger. You're all targets for Voldemort. He'll kill everyone Ron, even you, and I
couldn't bear to watch you die for me.
Before we started dating I had made a decision with Dumbledore that if
the Fidelus charm didn't work, I would go into hiding under and Amniiuos
charm."
"A what?"
"An Amniious charm. It's all really complicated. It will allow me to hide from Voldemort
pretty effectively, but it won't put anyone I love in danger. There's only one drawback."
"What is it?"
"I won't emmber any of you. Not until they lift the charm or some type
of trauma breaks it, and even then I won't remmber a lot of things until months
later."
"You won't remmber me?"
"No, Ron, I won't remmber you."
"There has to be another way," I
cried.
"Ron, there is no other way. Just promise me you won't try to stop me and
won't let me stop myself when the time comes."
"Marie, I…"
"PROMISE ME!"
"I promise Marie. I promise."
We sat there for a while. I just
held her and she cried a little. She
told me that the charm was going to be preformed in a month, and that she was
depending on me to be strong and not let her back out.
That month was the shortest of my
life. We went back to Hogwarts for the
charm to be done. She said goodbye to
everyone. Hugged her father, and kissed
Ginny on the cheek. Everyone was
crying, except for Marie and I. She was
always so strong and I was trying with all my mind to keep my promise.
"Thank you, Ron," she said when she
approached me last of all. She kissed
me then. It was a kiss that contained
every emotion that I had ever felt for her and she had ever felt for me. It was the besst kiss I ever shaired. "I love you," she whispered.
I find it amazing what those three
little words can do to a person. I felt
like singing or dancing or doing something ridiculous like that, but I
didn't. I just smiled. My mind scremed at me to tell her I loved
her too, but I didn't. I couldn't. those words scared me. They still do, but I would gladly say them
now, knowing that I wouldn't see her again for another three years.
She smiled back at me and pointed
her own wand at her head. It looked
like one of those muggle movies where someone kills themselves. "Ammniious!" she yelled, and then her
eyes closed and she slumped to the floor.
I caught her and they let me hold her for a fe minutes.
"Goodbye Marie," I whispered to
her. I just keep repeating that over
and over again as if saying would bring her back, but I wish I had sid
something else. I wish I had told her I
loved her. I should have said it then,
I should have said it before she cast the spell, I should have said it when we
first started dateing, I should have said it the day I meet her, but I
didn't. I hate myself for not saying
it.
But, I guess this isn't the time
for regrets, is it? I just look around
me and see all these other couples around.
Harry and Hermione, Ginny and, ugh, Malfoy, Percy and Lina, Bill and
what's her name, Charlie and Fleur, Fred and Angelina, George and Katie, even,
my mum and dad. I envy them, all of
them. They all have someone to love,
even if it isn't the one, but I'm alone, and all because I wasn't man enough to
kill a Goddamn rat!
