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Quiet muffled sobs drifted upon silent ears. Outside the scarlet curtains of Hermione's bed stood two young men of stature. Two invisible to the eyes of the living. Their voices merely a whisper of the wind. Undecipherable unless you listen for it. Blood relatives of the deceased can hear the voices clearer, only when they are alone in the dark though. These such people only hang around their earthly surroundings when they have unfinished business or their lives were taken before they were called. Many such people are martyrs. I hope by now that you as the reader understand which two young men listen to Hermione's unconcious cries. Many times such ghosts spend thousands of years trying to find out why they are still there. It is the job of a phantom to change something that altered the course of the lives of the people left behind that were affected by their deaths.
"Harry, you still haven't told me how we're going to get her attention. I mean we're not like Nearly Headless Nick, she can't see us you know." Ron said loudly, as noone could hear them either.
"How the hell am I supposed to know. Do you think if we wrote a note she would be able to read it?" Harry wondered.
"Well, you won't know unless you try." Ron said.
Harry went over to Hermione's trunk and put his hand through the wood and drew out a scrap of parchment and a Muggle fountain pen. (Ghosts can reach through solid surroundings at will.)
"What should I write?" Harry queried of Ron.
"Um... Dear Hermione,"
"Hey that really original!" Harry murmured sarcastically, but he proceeded to pen it down. They continued on like this until the letter read.
'Dear Hermione,
This is Harry. Um... It's kinda hard to explain. There is a book that'll show how to find us. It's in the library and it's called The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. It's in the Restricted Section. Take my cloak and steal it. I have a feeling you'll be needing to keep it. Ron said to tell you he loves you. Don't question the authenticity of this letter, just do as I say.
Much Love from Harry Potter and Ron Weasly'
"Well Ron, that should do now shouldn't it?"
"Yeah I guess. Harry, do you think it would be ok if I looked at her while she is asleep?"
"I don't see why not. I'll just leave you two alone. I think I'll go look at Malfoy while he's asleep." Harry called with chuckle after he handed the letter to Ron and began to retreat down the familiar steps. Harry sighed. He missed Hermione so much. Just being able to have her look at him, not through him. That day, the day replayed through his mind. The toast. Hermione crying. Hermione cradling both he and Ron's limp lifeless bodies. Her rage. That words she called in her hysteria. 'Draco I will get you for the this if it's the last thing I do.' She doesn't remember saying it, but she did. How could she have known. Draco had not only orchestrated it. He had done the deed with Harry's own wand so he could not be traced. Harry had forgiven Draco long ago, but Hermione subconciously knew and was still holding the grudge.
***
Ron leaned inside the deep blood red hangings that encased his beloved Hermione. He gently kissed each eyelid. They both fluttered slightly, but stayed closed, Did she feel the kisses or just a breath of air? ron wished he could hold her and tell her one last time that he loved her. Those three words would strengthen her undoubtedly. Ron pulled back from Hermione and his warm eyes gazed over her face that reflected the predawn light with a ghostly opal quality.
Ron ambled over to Hermione's dresser. He peered into her jewelry box and saw the bracelet he had beaded himself was wrapped in a peice of cloth the same color that his hair had been. He opened a locket that lay next to it and he opened it to show in each side of the heart a picture of Harry and himself. He pried open a small secret compartment and found several locks of red and black hair lain side by side. His ghostly eyes welled with cold that would have been tears. But ghosts don't have tears. Slowly as Ron leaned before the mirror that bore no reflection of his handsome young face the suns first warm rays crawled over the windowsill and slower yet they crept through the gap in the curtains of the bed where his beloved slept soundly. He never asked her to marry him. That would have been the next step. The ring he was waiting to giver her was still in a secret gap in the back of his wardrobe. This gap still reads MWPP that means one of the marauders once occupied his old bed and furniture. He checked on that sapphire ring every day, and every day he told himself to leave it there for just one more day. And every few moments he thought about what would have been if he had asked the question. Would it have changed the outcome of their lives?
That coudn't be why he and Harry were still here could it? Only time would tell.
Ron leaned through the curtains and brushed his invisible lips against her warm red ones.
"I love you." Ron whispered before fading away to join Harry. His mind content. Tomorrow was the day for the ring.
As he glided down the steps Hermione's smooth hand clenched the parchment and rolled over into a even more dreamless sleep. Completely devoid of blank glassy eyes open to heaven.
A/N I know this part is quite cheesy and unbelievable, I promise the plot will become more poingnant and meaningful! Please Please R/R!!!
Quiet muffled sobs drifted upon silent ears. Outside the scarlet curtains of Hermione's bed stood two young men of stature. Two invisible to the eyes of the living. Their voices merely a whisper of the wind. Undecipherable unless you listen for it. Blood relatives of the deceased can hear the voices clearer, only when they are alone in the dark though. These such people only hang around their earthly surroundings when they have unfinished business or their lives were taken before they were called. Many such people are martyrs. I hope by now that you as the reader understand which two young men listen to Hermione's unconcious cries. Many times such ghosts spend thousands of years trying to find out why they are still there. It is the job of a phantom to change something that altered the course of the lives of the people left behind that were affected by their deaths.
"Harry, you still haven't told me how we're going to get her attention. I mean we're not like Nearly Headless Nick, she can't see us you know." Ron said loudly, as noone could hear them either.
"How the hell am I supposed to know. Do you think if we wrote a note she would be able to read it?" Harry wondered.
"Well, you won't know unless you try." Ron said.
Harry went over to Hermione's trunk and put his hand through the wood and drew out a scrap of parchment and a Muggle fountain pen. (Ghosts can reach through solid surroundings at will.)
"What should I write?" Harry queried of Ron.
"Um... Dear Hermione,"
"Hey that really original!" Harry murmured sarcastically, but he proceeded to pen it down. They continued on like this until the letter read.
'Dear Hermione,
This is Harry. Um... It's kinda hard to explain. There is a book that'll show how to find us. It's in the library and it's called The Guide to Seances and Other Supernatural Experiences. It's in the Restricted Section. Take my cloak and steal it. I have a feeling you'll be needing to keep it. Ron said to tell you he loves you. Don't question the authenticity of this letter, just do as I say.
Much Love from Harry Potter and Ron Weasly'
"Well Ron, that should do now shouldn't it?"
"Yeah I guess. Harry, do you think it would be ok if I looked at her while she is asleep?"
"I don't see why not. I'll just leave you two alone. I think I'll go look at Malfoy while he's asleep." Harry called with chuckle after he handed the letter to Ron and began to retreat down the familiar steps. Harry sighed. He missed Hermione so much. Just being able to have her look at him, not through him. That day, the day replayed through his mind. The toast. Hermione crying. Hermione cradling both he and Ron's limp lifeless bodies. Her rage. That words she called in her hysteria. 'Draco I will get you for the this if it's the last thing I do.' She doesn't remember saying it, but she did. How could she have known. Draco had not only orchestrated it. He had done the deed with Harry's own wand so he could not be traced. Harry had forgiven Draco long ago, but Hermione subconciously knew and was still holding the grudge.
***
Ron leaned inside the deep blood red hangings that encased his beloved Hermione. He gently kissed each eyelid. They both fluttered slightly, but stayed closed, Did she feel the kisses or just a breath of air? ron wished he could hold her and tell her one last time that he loved her. Those three words would strengthen her undoubtedly. Ron pulled back from Hermione and his warm eyes gazed over her face that reflected the predawn light with a ghostly opal quality.
Ron ambled over to Hermione's dresser. He peered into her jewelry box and saw the bracelet he had beaded himself was wrapped in a peice of cloth the same color that his hair had been. He opened a locket that lay next to it and he opened it to show in each side of the heart a picture of Harry and himself. He pried open a small secret compartment and found several locks of red and black hair lain side by side. His ghostly eyes welled with cold that would have been tears. But ghosts don't have tears. Slowly as Ron leaned before the mirror that bore no reflection of his handsome young face the suns first warm rays crawled over the windowsill and slower yet they crept through the gap in the curtains of the bed where his beloved slept soundly. He never asked her to marry him. That would have been the next step. The ring he was waiting to giver her was still in a secret gap in the back of his wardrobe. This gap still reads MWPP that means one of the marauders once occupied his old bed and furniture. He checked on that sapphire ring every day, and every day he told himself to leave it there for just one more day. And every few moments he thought about what would have been if he had asked the question. Would it have changed the outcome of their lives?
That coudn't be why he and Harry were still here could it? Only time would tell.
Ron leaned through the curtains and brushed his invisible lips against her warm red ones.
"I love you." Ron whispered before fading away to join Harry. His mind content. Tomorrow was the day for the ring.
As he glided down the steps Hermione's smooth hand clenched the parchment and rolled over into a even more dreamless sleep. Completely devoid of blank glassy eyes open to heaven.
A/N I know this part is quite cheesy and unbelievable, I promise the plot will become more poingnant and meaningful! Please Please R/R!!!