Harry Potter and the Matchmaker

Chapter Eleven:

Loui made her way up to her twin's room. When she reached her sister's door, she knocked.

"Yes?" Monti's voice, sounding rather strained, called back.

"Its me, let me in," Loui called back.

"How do I know its really you? What's the password?" Monti asked for the password the two of them had had practically since birth.

"Moon Lady and Sun Queen," Loui said immanently. The door opened and she practically jumped in.

Loui gasped at the sight of the woman before her. "Oh..." she said sorrowfully.

~*~

Matt had excused himself shortly after Loui, trying not to seem too conspectus about his reason for leaving.

He had followed Loui up to her sister's room and now waited outside, just around the corner for her to leave. He didn't have to wait long, soon she was out the door and heading down the corridor.

He followed her all the way to the lake, just outside. He saw her sit down, magic up one of the books she gave more time toward than himself, and began reading. It had been one of those infernal books that almost had him giving up on her one time, until he saw it had been a romance novel, one by a muggle author.

He had smiled at that and he smiled now, seeing it was another one of those type of books yet again. The question on his mind, though, was why she was sitting down here reading when she had seemed so frantic not an hour earlier.

~*~

"So, she is going to find your sister?" the weak female voice questioned.

"That's right," Monti replied, fixing the pillow behind the older woman's head. The woman, even in the closed room with the curtains drown, kept her hood up, as if afraid some evil force would take her away if she pulled it back and revealed her features.

"I'm sorry to do this to you," she choked out.

"That's why we're here," Monti smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "We take care of each other, no matter what."

The woman reached out a gloved hand and took Monti's into it. She squeezed slightly before falling asleep.

~*~

Ron and Hermione looked around themselves, just realizing Matt and Loui had left them alone.

Hermione drew back, sitting up straight, while Ron cleared his throat. Neither knowing what to do any more.

After a rather long and awkward silence, Ron sighed sadly. "Mione," he tried to begin.

"Ron," Hermione stood. "I really don't care to discuss what I know you are about to ask. It's the past, it's a closed book, one I don't care to read again." With that, she walked out on him.

He wanted to follow her, wanted to say he was sorry, wanted to turn back time and erase all the bad. What he did, however, was order another butter beer.