Title – Harry Potter: Return to the Chamber
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
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Yes, Harry Potter, one-third of the unforgettable trio, was dead. He was seventeen years old and was no longer a scrawny little boy who looked as though he had never heard of a comb. He had gained the respect he deserved from his peers and the admiration he longed for from his long-time love, Cho Chang.
But, over the last three years, the Dark Lord had begun gaining strength, gaining power. He was winning back his old supporters. By Harry's sixteenth birthday, Voldemort had lost patience with his servant and had killed Wormtail. His new assistant was none other than Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was also the one that had completed the task that Wormtail had been unable to for the past decade and a half. Lucius Malfoy killed Harry Potter… right in front of his best friend. Ron had been spared, but many nights had Ron woken up in a cold sweat, trying to erase the memories of the nightmare he'd had only so many times before.
It was around the end of December when Harry died. He and Ron signed up to go home for the holidays; Harry would be staying at Ron's house. One night, a few days after Christmas, Ron and Harry went for a walk through the woods on the other side of Stoatshead Hill around midnight. It was there that Harry and Ron met Lucius Malfoy. It was there that Ron heard the cry of the two fatal words and saw the green light that Harry had been describing to him for many years. Having not seen Ron, Lucius turned and Disapparated, cackling insanely all the while-
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, interrupting Ron's thoughts. "You're awfully quiet."
Ron paused and held her closer. He kissed her forehead.
"Nothing, sweetheart," he said. "Nothing at all."
He knew Hermione didn't believe him, but he didn't care. He loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that mattered… wasn't it?
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
Yes, Harry Potter, one-third of the unforgettable trio, was dead. He was seventeen years old and was no longer a scrawny little boy who looked as though he had never heard of a comb. He had gained the respect he deserved from his peers and the admiration he longed for from his long-time love, Cho Chang.
But, over the last three years, the Dark Lord had begun gaining strength, gaining power. He was winning back his old supporters. By Harry's sixteenth birthday, Voldemort had lost patience with his servant and had killed Wormtail. His new assistant was none other than Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was also the one that had completed the task that Wormtail had been unable to for the past decade and a half. Lucius Malfoy killed Harry Potter… right in front of his best friend. Ron had been spared, but many nights had Ron woken up in a cold sweat, trying to erase the memories of the nightmare he'd had only so many times before.
It was around the end of December when Harry died. He and Ron signed up to go home for the holidays; Harry would be staying at Ron's house. One night, a few days after Christmas, Ron and Harry went for a walk through the woods on the other side of Stoatshead Hill around midnight. It was there that Harry and Ron met Lucius Malfoy. It was there that Ron heard the cry of the two fatal words and saw the green light that Harry had been describing to him for many years. Having not seen Ron, Lucius turned and Disapparated, cackling insanely all the while-
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, interrupting Ron's thoughts. "You're awfully quiet."
Ron paused and held her closer. He kissed her forehead.
"Nothing, sweetheart," he said. "Nothing at all."
He knew Hermione didn't believe him, but he didn't care. He loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that mattered… wasn't it?