IN WHICH RON COMES FACE TO FACE WITH A NEW EVIL
"Wh..who are you?" Ron stuttered as the wispy figure drew nearer.
The boy was still in a world of grey mist and sleepiness. Come to think of it, he had just woken up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, an hour, maybe a day. He could just barely remember hearing Hermione's voice telling him to stay away from the raven. Well, this man wasn't a raven. He mightn't even be a man. He was fast approaching now and mumbling to himself in a hoarse whisper. Unfortunately for Ron, his voice was too soft to be comprehensible.
"Who are you?" Ron demanded again, this time getting a bit bolder.
The man was standing over him now. Dressed in black velvet from head to toe he looking down upon the sitting boy with great interest.
"Who am I? Shouldn't the question be who are you?" he said in a silky voice. "After all you are in my realm."
He turned his back to Ron and pulled out a golden watch from the breast pocket of his muggle cloak. He muttered something to himself, put the watch away and spun around with lightning speed.
"But of course," the man continued in the same manner. "You are Ronald Arthur Weasley. The 7th son of the 7th son. Constantly over shadowed by your siblings. Your friends. Even Miss Malfoy."
Ron shook his head in disbelief. This guy didn't do his homework properly. "Knowing my name isn't that impressive you know. And anyway. I've got 5 brothers not six."
"That's what you think my dear boy," the man answered. "Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. But tell me; did you know about Scott?"
"Scott? I don't have a brother named Scott. And you still haven't answered my question. Who are you? Working for Voldemort I'm sure. Well, don't even waste your breath. I'd never betray my friends!" Ron replied, angry at the man's riddle talk.
"I can guarantee you that I do not work for Voldemort. As for your other question, you will learn the answer when you are ready. For now, you may call me Nevar. As for Scott, you stand corrected. My dear boy, Scott is as real as you are. He was born just before your eldest brother was. Whatever happened to him you ask? Well, you could say he.. passed away. You are the seventh son of the seventh son, my boy. You have immense power and I can help you unleash it. You don't want to hurt those 'friends' of yours now do you? What happens if you accidently unleash it and end up hurting them? I can help you. All you have to do is say yes and do me a little favour. Kill Draco Malfoy and Seamus Finnigan. You don't even like them that much. It's not much to ask in return of the safety of your friends and immense power." The man was circling around Ron now, his cloak billowing dramatically.
"This is where you are wrong 'Nevar'," Ron spat. "They ARE my friends and my parents never had a kid before Bill. Now you're just getting on my nerves. If you can't help me get out of here then get lost."
"If that's what you really want my boy," the man said solemnly before waving his hand…….
~*~
Ron's POV
I'm floating above the library. Just floating. I felt like a pair of eyes, no hands, no nothing. Just a pair of eyes. All of a sudden my vision starts moving down and a little to the left. I'm hovering above a table now. There's a couple sitting next to each other. The girl has brown hair and she's surrounded by a pile of books while the red-headed bloke tries to pull the book she's reading out of her hands. God, they remind me of me and 'Mione. Wait, they ARE me and 'Mione. She puts the book down and gives me a peck on the cheek before standing up. I grab her hand and she pulls back screaming. What the heck? Her hand's covered in blisters. The world goes black. I here screaming. It's so loud I half to cover my ears. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have no ears. Bloody hell it's hot in here. My vision's coming back. What the hell? The library's on fire. Where's 'Mione. Oh god, she's on the floor next to Harry and Ginny. They're all dead. Burnt to a crisp. Where did 'I' go? Everyone's dead now. Just like 'Mione is. There I am. Why am I standing? Why aren't I burnt? Why am I laughing like a maniac. Oh shit, what that Nevar guy said. My 'powers'. They've gone psycho. I feel like screaming. Hey, I have a body again. I can still see it though. I'm floating still. God, please make this stop. I open my mouth and scream as loud as I can and try to close my ears. It's not working. My eyes won't close. I just keep screaming like mad. Something's shaking me. Please make this stop. Please make it stop…
End POV
~*~
"RON! RON! Wake up. Please wake up. Stop screaming Ron! Please!" Merloyn yelled covering her beloved's mouth with one hand while shaking him with the other. They were in the Gryffindor common room and Seamus, Draco, Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, Neville, Ginny and Harry were crowded around the couch. Harry and Seamus had had to clear the room earlier on for Ron had appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be in a coma. But his coma state was far better than the one he was currently in. He had been screaming non- stop for five minutes and was still going, thrashing about as he did so.
"Ron, it's alright. We're here. I'm here. 'Mione. You're in the common room. The Raven's gone Ron. Please stop screaming Ron. Please," Merloyn tried to calm down the screaming boy. All of a sudden stopped screaming and his eyes flew open. It took his eyes a while to adjust and he backed away as soon as his sight cleared up.
"Get away!" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"But it's us Ron. It's me 'Mione. Don't you remember?" Merloyn said, edging closer.
"I said get away! I'm dangerous. Get away!" he demanded once again when Harry moved up next to Merloyn.
The traumatized boy now slid of the couch and continued to back away.
"Ron, remember me mate? C'mon. It's me, Harry. You're not dangerous Ron. You're our friend. C'mon Ron," Harry said.
Merloyn held up her hand and motioned for the others to leave. To their surprise Professor Dumbledore obliged and the others followed suite.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Merloyn said as she turned herself back into Hermione. "Is this better?" she asked.
Ron had now backed into a corner and looked extremely horrified at the thought of her coming closer. He curled himself into a ball and prepared for the worst as her hand touched his cheek.
"See Ron? It's alright. Nothing's gonna happen." Hermione smiled.
Ron uncurled himself and Hermione gave him a hand. He hesitantly took it and she pulled him up into a hug. Ron seemed to calm down a bit and held her tightly.
"Ron, it's okay I'm not going anywhere. What's wrong Ron? Please tell me. Seeing you like this is really scary. I love you Ron," Hermione whispered into his ear while running her finger through his hair.
"F.fi..fire," Ron stuttered. "All dead. You, Harry Ginny. I k..killed you all. Nevar was right. He said my powers would hurt you. Said I had to kill Draco and Seamus and he'd help me. 'Mione. I'm dangerous. What happens if it comes true?"
Hermione pulled Ron and herself onto the couch. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he leaned back into a lying position, pulling her down with him. His arm was wrapped around her unconsciously and her fingers continued to play with his hair.
"Ron, it won't come true. You'd never do that. Even if you were dangerous Ron. That's a risk I'm willing to take. You've gone through a lot. Just go to sleep. It'll all be okay. You don't have to worry."
And with that the young couple fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Wh..who are you?" Ron stuttered as the wispy figure drew nearer.
The boy was still in a world of grey mist and sleepiness. Come to think of it, he had just woken up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, an hour, maybe a day. He could just barely remember hearing Hermione's voice telling him to stay away from the raven. Well, this man wasn't a raven. He mightn't even be a man. He was fast approaching now and mumbling to himself in a hoarse whisper. Unfortunately for Ron, his voice was too soft to be comprehensible.
"Who are you?" Ron demanded again, this time getting a bit bolder.
The man was standing over him now. Dressed in black velvet from head to toe he looking down upon the sitting boy with great interest.
"Who am I? Shouldn't the question be who are you?" he said in a silky voice. "After all you are in my realm."
He turned his back to Ron and pulled out a golden watch from the breast pocket of his muggle cloak. He muttered something to himself, put the watch away and spun around with lightning speed.
"But of course," the man continued in the same manner. "You are Ronald Arthur Weasley. The 7th son of the 7th son. Constantly over shadowed by your siblings. Your friends. Even Miss Malfoy."
Ron shook his head in disbelief. This guy didn't do his homework properly. "Knowing my name isn't that impressive you know. And anyway. I've got 5 brothers not six."
"That's what you think my dear boy," the man answered. "Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. But tell me; did you know about Scott?"
"Scott? I don't have a brother named Scott. And you still haven't answered my question. Who are you? Working for Voldemort I'm sure. Well, don't even waste your breath. I'd never betray my friends!" Ron replied, angry at the man's riddle talk.
"I can guarantee you that I do not work for Voldemort. As for your other question, you will learn the answer when you are ready. For now, you may call me Nevar. As for Scott, you stand corrected. My dear boy, Scott is as real as you are. He was born just before your eldest brother was. Whatever happened to him you ask? Well, you could say he.. passed away. You are the seventh son of the seventh son, my boy. You have immense power and I can help you unleash it. You don't want to hurt those 'friends' of yours now do you? What happens if you accidently unleash it and end up hurting them? I can help you. All you have to do is say yes and do me a little favour. Kill Draco Malfoy and Seamus Finnigan. You don't even like them that much. It's not much to ask in return of the safety of your friends and immense power." The man was circling around Ron now, his cloak billowing dramatically.
"This is where you are wrong 'Nevar'," Ron spat. "They ARE my friends and my parents never had a kid before Bill. Now you're just getting on my nerves. If you can't help me get out of here then get lost."
"If that's what you really want my boy," the man said solemnly before waving his hand…….
~*~
Ron's POV
I'm floating above the library. Just floating. I felt like a pair of eyes, no hands, no nothing. Just a pair of eyes. All of a sudden my vision starts moving down and a little to the left. I'm hovering above a table now. There's a couple sitting next to each other. The girl has brown hair and she's surrounded by a pile of books while the red-headed bloke tries to pull the book she's reading out of her hands. God, they remind me of me and 'Mione. Wait, they ARE me and 'Mione. She puts the book down and gives me a peck on the cheek before standing up. I grab her hand and she pulls back screaming. What the heck? Her hand's covered in blisters. The world goes black. I here screaming. It's so loud I half to cover my ears. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have no ears. Bloody hell it's hot in here. My vision's coming back. What the hell? The library's on fire. Where's 'Mione. Oh god, she's on the floor next to Harry and Ginny. They're all dead. Burnt to a crisp. Where did 'I' go? Everyone's dead now. Just like 'Mione is. There I am. Why am I standing? Why aren't I burnt? Why am I laughing like a maniac. Oh shit, what that Nevar guy said. My 'powers'. They've gone psycho. I feel like screaming. Hey, I have a body again. I can still see it though. I'm floating still. God, please make this stop. I open my mouth and scream as loud as I can and try to close my ears. It's not working. My eyes won't close. I just keep screaming like mad. Something's shaking me. Please make this stop. Please make it stop…
End POV
~*~
"RON! RON! Wake up. Please wake up. Stop screaming Ron! Please!" Merloyn yelled covering her beloved's mouth with one hand while shaking him with the other. They were in the Gryffindor common room and Seamus, Draco, Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, Neville, Ginny and Harry were crowded around the couch. Harry and Seamus had had to clear the room earlier on for Ron had appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be in a coma. But his coma state was far better than the one he was currently in. He had been screaming non- stop for five minutes and was still going, thrashing about as he did so.
"Ron, it's alright. We're here. I'm here. 'Mione. You're in the common room. The Raven's gone Ron. Please stop screaming Ron. Please," Merloyn tried to calm down the screaming boy. All of a sudden stopped screaming and his eyes flew open. It took his eyes a while to adjust and he backed away as soon as his sight cleared up.
"Get away!" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"But it's us Ron. It's me 'Mione. Don't you remember?" Merloyn said, edging closer.
"I said get away! I'm dangerous. Get away!" he demanded once again when Harry moved up next to Merloyn.
The traumatized boy now slid of the couch and continued to back away.
"Ron, remember me mate? C'mon. It's me, Harry. You're not dangerous Ron. You're our friend. C'mon Ron," Harry said.
Merloyn held up her hand and motioned for the others to leave. To their surprise Professor Dumbledore obliged and the others followed suite.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Merloyn said as she turned herself back into Hermione. "Is this better?" she asked.
Ron had now backed into a corner and looked extremely horrified at the thought of her coming closer. He curled himself into a ball and prepared for the worst as her hand touched his cheek.
"See Ron? It's alright. Nothing's gonna happen." Hermione smiled.
Ron uncurled himself and Hermione gave him a hand. He hesitantly took it and she pulled him up into a hug. Ron seemed to calm down a bit and held her tightly.
"Ron, it's okay I'm not going anywhere. What's wrong Ron? Please tell me. Seeing you like this is really scary. I love you Ron," Hermione whispered into his ear while running her finger through his hair.
"F.fi..fire," Ron stuttered. "All dead. You, Harry Ginny. I k..killed you all. Nevar was right. He said my powers would hurt you. Said I had to kill Draco and Seamus and he'd help me. 'Mione. I'm dangerous. What happens if it comes true?"
Hermione pulled Ron and herself onto the couch. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he leaned back into a lying position, pulling her down with him. His arm was wrapped around her unconsciously and her fingers continued to play with his hair.
"Ron, it won't come true. You'd never do that. Even if you were dangerous Ron. That's a risk I'm willing to take. You've gone through a lot. Just go to sleep. It'll all be okay. You don't have to worry."
And with that the young couple fell asleep in each other's arms.