Casablanca: Diagon Alley
5: Goodbye to You
Author's Note: Final chapter! Yeah! I know I probably skipped lots o' parts from the movie, but I haven't seen it in months. That's my excuse. This is the part (if you haven't seen the movie) that makes you a little mad, it's like say wha???? But hey, it's how the movie goes. So. Read and review please, and check out my other stories- esp. if you're a Tamora Pierce fan, I'm starting lots of those.
Disclaimer: I own not much. Michelle Branch owns the three clips from her songs I used for this fic- If Only She Knew, Goodbye To You, and Here With Me. And if you don't know who owns Harry Potter etc. . I feel for you. Please have your head examined.
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I try to help you out through the hardest of times Your heart is in your throat and I'm speaking my mind Though it looks as if it's over, I'm still not over you
Hermione and Ron reminisced for hours about the great times they'd had in the past. Soon after she left (with a hug and kiss, of course), Ron headed to O'Malley's office for a little 'chat'.
He had called O'Malley early to inform him of their secret meeting. It was to be in the closed and empty Ron's, since no one would be there.
"Hello, Ron." O'Malley said as Ron walked in. "What is it you wanted?"
"I've got some information you might want. Potter's going to leave tonight. I gave him the passports, but he doesn't know that I'm telling you this." Ron told him. O'Malley gaped.
"I knew you were heartless, Ron, but your old best friend? Either way, it helps the Irish Ministry out a lot. We are in debt to you." He shook Ron's hand. "What time is his departure?"
"9 o'clock, Pritchard's Field." Ron stated. O'Malley grinned, but couldn't help but shiver. Ron was cold, all right. Ice cold.
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Ron sat thoughtfully. It was the master plan. He knew it. Then, a thought struck him, and he was occupied by that thought and the debates following it for hours afterwards.
~*~*~* It was 8:30, Pritchard's Field. Harry and Hermione, dressed in traveling clothes, waited impatiently for Ron. Finally, he showed up.
"Ron!" Harry said quietly, embracing his old friend. "I can't thank you enough for this-" Hermione's sorrowful eyes stared into Ron's as he hugged Harry. He turned his face away from her gaze.
"Here are the tickets. Be careful." He handed them to Harry. Just then, O'Malley walked up behinf the trio.
"We've got you!" O'Malley roared triumphantly. Before anyone had a chance to take another breath, Ron whipped out a gun and aimed it at O'Malley.
"O'Malley, don't you move. I've got this aimed at your heart."
"That's my least vulnerable spot," he replied. "What are you getting at, Ron?" he asked. Ron stared emotionlessly back at him.
"It was the master plan," Ron replied. "Of course Irish guards will be watching the airports, but if O'Malley, a great military leader, escorts people to a plane, they will get out without question. Now, O'Malley, escort them to the plane." Hermione, open mouthed, stared at Ron and begged him with her eyes. "Both of them," he added softly. O'Malley watched his face carefully, then sighed. Before they took a step, a man who had been hidden behind O'Malley's shadow jumped to a nearby owl booth.
"Put down the owl," Ron said dangerously. The man continued writing. Ron shot him; he slumped down, dead. The owl flew off, spooked. Hermione buried her face in the back of Harry's shoulder and sobbed silently. Harry stared at Ron in shock.
"Let's go," he said, as if nothing had happened. He followed O'Malley, gun hidden in his cloak, until they had almost reached the plane. Harry stopped.
"Ron, before we go, may I have a word with you? And I'm sure Hermione wants one too." He asked. Ron nodded and walked a few meters away from Hermione and O'Malley, gun still aimed at the officer. He looked at Harry expectantly.
"Look, Ron, I know all about you and Hermione. I've got people, they tell me things. I know what a great sacrifice this must be for you. I hope it doesn't damage our friendship any." He smiled ironically. "Crazy world that we live in," Ron smiled slightly.
"It hasn't damaged anything. I have got the most popular pub in Ireland, haven't I? Call me if you ever need any help with your. business." Despite himself, he broke into a grin. Harry did too, then they hugged.
"Good luck," Harry said.
"You'll need it more than I do," Ron answered. Harry smiled and walked over to Hermione. He touched her lightly on the arm, a loving but sad look in his eyes, and pushed her towards Ron.
"You can't make me go!" she whispered angrily, tears running down her face. Harry and O'Malley had turned the other way. Ron wiped her tears away and cradled her face.
"You know it's the right thing to do. I think we've both known all along." He said softly. Hermione collapsed against him, crying quietly.
"Of course it is! The right thing can never be the easy thing, though, can it? I love you, Ron." She said. Ron's heart broke but he smiled sadly.
"Here's looking at you, kid. Good luck." He walked her back to Harry, rubbing her shoulders.
"She's all yours," he said softly, and she ran into Harry's arms.
I know he loves you and I can't interfere So I'll just sit back and watch my world disappear.
Harry smiled knowingly at Ron and helped Hermione onto the plane. Ron watched as the plane lifted off, Hermione's face in the window growing smaller and smaller.
Of all the things I believed in I just wanna get it over with Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry Feel like I'm starting all over again Goodbye to you You were the one I loved The one thing that tried to hold on to .And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time. I want you, but I'm not giving up this time
He turned to O'Malley, hands outstretched.
"Arrest me, O'Malley. I've shot your personal assistant and held you at gunpoint." He said with a smile. But O'Malley didn't arrest him. He put his hands in his pockets and watched the retreating plane thoughtfully.
"I should. But I don't really recall you doing anything wrong. do you?" he asked. Ron laughed and slung his arm around the officer's shoulders.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,"
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the end A/N2: ok, I want so far away from the original story line it's not even funny. One part I thought was funny though- the owl booth and 'put down the owl!'. Just fyi, the magic ministries (of Ireland and England) don't allow travel without passports and tickets that are to be earned, and even then they must fly by muggle plane. E-mail me if u have any questions and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell your friends about my story! Love ya'll!
5: Goodbye to You
Author's Note: Final chapter! Yeah! I know I probably skipped lots o' parts from the movie, but I haven't seen it in months. That's my excuse. This is the part (if you haven't seen the movie) that makes you a little mad, it's like say wha???? But hey, it's how the movie goes. So. Read and review please, and check out my other stories- esp. if you're a Tamora Pierce fan, I'm starting lots of those.
Disclaimer: I own not much. Michelle Branch owns the three clips from her songs I used for this fic- If Only She Knew, Goodbye To You, and Here With Me. And if you don't know who owns Harry Potter etc. . I feel for you. Please have your head examined.
~*~*~*
I try to help you out through the hardest of times Your heart is in your throat and I'm speaking my mind Though it looks as if it's over, I'm still not over you
Hermione and Ron reminisced for hours about the great times they'd had in the past. Soon after she left (with a hug and kiss, of course), Ron headed to O'Malley's office for a little 'chat'.
He had called O'Malley early to inform him of their secret meeting. It was to be in the closed and empty Ron's, since no one would be there.
"Hello, Ron." O'Malley said as Ron walked in. "What is it you wanted?"
"I've got some information you might want. Potter's going to leave tonight. I gave him the passports, but he doesn't know that I'm telling you this." Ron told him. O'Malley gaped.
"I knew you were heartless, Ron, but your old best friend? Either way, it helps the Irish Ministry out a lot. We are in debt to you." He shook Ron's hand. "What time is his departure?"
"9 o'clock, Pritchard's Field." Ron stated. O'Malley grinned, but couldn't help but shiver. Ron was cold, all right. Ice cold.
~*~*~*
Ron sat thoughtfully. It was the master plan. He knew it. Then, a thought struck him, and he was occupied by that thought and the debates following it for hours afterwards.
~*~*~* It was 8:30, Pritchard's Field. Harry and Hermione, dressed in traveling clothes, waited impatiently for Ron. Finally, he showed up.
"Ron!" Harry said quietly, embracing his old friend. "I can't thank you enough for this-" Hermione's sorrowful eyes stared into Ron's as he hugged Harry. He turned his face away from her gaze.
"Here are the tickets. Be careful." He handed them to Harry. Just then, O'Malley walked up behinf the trio.
"We've got you!" O'Malley roared triumphantly. Before anyone had a chance to take another breath, Ron whipped out a gun and aimed it at O'Malley.
"O'Malley, don't you move. I've got this aimed at your heart."
"That's my least vulnerable spot," he replied. "What are you getting at, Ron?" he asked. Ron stared emotionlessly back at him.
"It was the master plan," Ron replied. "Of course Irish guards will be watching the airports, but if O'Malley, a great military leader, escorts people to a plane, they will get out without question. Now, O'Malley, escort them to the plane." Hermione, open mouthed, stared at Ron and begged him with her eyes. "Both of them," he added softly. O'Malley watched his face carefully, then sighed. Before they took a step, a man who had been hidden behind O'Malley's shadow jumped to a nearby owl booth.
"Put down the owl," Ron said dangerously. The man continued writing. Ron shot him; he slumped down, dead. The owl flew off, spooked. Hermione buried her face in the back of Harry's shoulder and sobbed silently. Harry stared at Ron in shock.
"Let's go," he said, as if nothing had happened. He followed O'Malley, gun hidden in his cloak, until they had almost reached the plane. Harry stopped.
"Ron, before we go, may I have a word with you? And I'm sure Hermione wants one too." He asked. Ron nodded and walked a few meters away from Hermione and O'Malley, gun still aimed at the officer. He looked at Harry expectantly.
"Look, Ron, I know all about you and Hermione. I've got people, they tell me things. I know what a great sacrifice this must be for you. I hope it doesn't damage our friendship any." He smiled ironically. "Crazy world that we live in," Ron smiled slightly.
"It hasn't damaged anything. I have got the most popular pub in Ireland, haven't I? Call me if you ever need any help with your. business." Despite himself, he broke into a grin. Harry did too, then they hugged.
"Good luck," Harry said.
"You'll need it more than I do," Ron answered. Harry smiled and walked over to Hermione. He touched her lightly on the arm, a loving but sad look in his eyes, and pushed her towards Ron.
"You can't make me go!" she whispered angrily, tears running down her face. Harry and O'Malley had turned the other way. Ron wiped her tears away and cradled her face.
"You know it's the right thing to do. I think we've both known all along." He said softly. Hermione collapsed against him, crying quietly.
"Of course it is! The right thing can never be the easy thing, though, can it? I love you, Ron." She said. Ron's heart broke but he smiled sadly.
"Here's looking at you, kid. Good luck." He walked her back to Harry, rubbing her shoulders.
"She's all yours," he said softly, and she ran into Harry's arms.
I know he loves you and I can't interfere So I'll just sit back and watch my world disappear.
Harry smiled knowingly at Ron and helped Hermione onto the plane. Ron watched as the plane lifted off, Hermione's face in the window growing smaller and smaller.
Of all the things I believed in I just wanna get it over with Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry Feel like I'm starting all over again Goodbye to you You were the one I loved The one thing that tried to hold on to .And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time. I want you, but I'm not giving up this time
He turned to O'Malley, hands outstretched.
"Arrest me, O'Malley. I've shot your personal assistant and held you at gunpoint." He said with a smile. But O'Malley didn't arrest him. He put his hands in his pockets and watched the retreating plane thoughtfully.
"I should. But I don't really recall you doing anything wrong. do you?" he asked. Ron laughed and slung his arm around the officer's shoulders.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,"
~*~*~*
the end A/N2: ok, I want so far away from the original story line it's not even funny. One part I thought was funny though- the owl booth and 'put down the owl!'. Just fyi, the magic ministries (of Ireland and England) don't allow travel without passports and tickets that are to be earned, and even then they must fly by muggle plane. E-mail me if u have any questions and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell your friends about my story! Love ya'll!