Author's note- Okay, as much as I want everyone to read my story, this
chapter will be- hm- well, Ron and Hermione just snuck off to the
Gryffindor tower alone, and it's deserted. And this story's rated PG13.
And they're kissing. And- well- You get it? So this may not be appropriate
for younger readers. Toodles!
"Hermione, are you- sure?" Ron asked nervously as they sat on his bed. Hermione didn't hesitate.
"I'm sure." Ron could see all of the emotions she had felt for seven years pouring out of her intense, cinnamon brown eyes. All of the years of concealed love were finally coming true. She wondered if this was some sort of coma dream muggles got when they were unconscious for long periods of time.
It was too good to be true. To Ron, this was like not eating for weeks and then being shown an enormous feast with every food you could think of. He had been blind and then blessed by God- he had seen Hermione.
Of course he loved her. He always had. Ever since he was the little boy with dirt on his nose on the Hogwarts express over his first year.
Ever since the Yule Ball when Hermione was more radiant and dazzling than ever and it had hurt Ron to look at her for too long- she was almost too beautiful.
Ever since their sixth year when Hermione broke up the long term relationship with Viktor Krum; and now he could see why. Him. It had always been him.
Ron gently wrapped his arms underneath her in a soft embrace as they kissed a long and meaningful kiss, falling back onto the pillows.
* * *
Ginny was gaining speed quickly and no one seemed to take notice of the black owl swooping around the whomping willow menacingly. It's red eyes were concentrating hard on Ginny's broomstick, its beak clenched.
Harry urged his Firebolt to fly faster, but it was no use. Something else was pulling Ginny's broom and it was too strong. He didn't know what to do. Harry couldn't just let Ginny fly into the tree; it was a death sentence.
A mixture of anxiety and exploding hatred towards whoever- or whatever- was doing this to Ginny built inside him quickly. He began to shake with rage and he tried again to urge his broom forward.
He managed to see the owl from the other side of the tree, but it was no owl. He knew it. For a flashing, fleeting second, the owl was no more and the boy from his dreams stood in the air, smiling venomously at him. He was killing Ginny.
The owl transformed back into "itself" again. Ginny was ten feet away from the tree, Harry's anger grew- eight feet, it grew still- five feet- Harry could no longer bear it and he gave a piercing, low scream so loud it shook the immensely strong branches of the tree in front of Ginny.
He held out a red-with-furry hand and a gust of purplish air pushed Ginny from the path of the tree. Quickly, Harry's anger subsided and Ginny wobbled unconscious on her broom, which was now heading straight off course and towards the lake.
He gave one last look at the owl before it disappeared and he raced after Ginny.
* * *
He pulled up along side Ginny right before she fell off the wooden handle. Her eyes slinted just partly open and she mouth one word soundlessly to him- "help."
He kept trying to grab hold of her robes but again and again he missed them by centimeters. Her shoulder length hair flapped helplessly in the wind. Some students from the field were running over to the lake, but Harry took no notice of them.
There seemed to be no way to grasp her robes, and then he saw it- the golden rope along her chest that laced the robe. It was just long enough for Harry to grab and in two attempts he caught her just above the surface of the water.
Cheers broke out along the shoreline, but the trouble was not over yet. The old vision of white fog clouded his eyes and whispered subsided him. Dementors. The Dementors were back somewhere.
The same screams echoed in his brain for some time until they quieted and a new voice appeared in his ears. It seemed to be a girl, younger than his mother but older than himself.
"No, Please, not Harry! He's a baby! Kill me! Please! Do anything, just don't kill him! I'm begging you, please don't kill my brother!" screaming cries pierced his brain for a few moments before silence and Harry saw nor heard no more.
* * *
Harry opened his eyes excepting to see the hospital wing. Water rushed past his eyes and a few small bubbled came from his nose. His glasses were still just barely hanging onto his face. He was going to die.
His wet hair floated lazily and he oddly enjoyed the peacefulness on the silent under the water. He felt a hand grab his. He faintly saw a glimpse of fiery red hair through the corner of his eye before he began to be pulled to the surface.
It was a slow process. He needed air quickly, and so did Ginny. Harry wondered vaguely is she was alright. He began to feel dizzy and faint. The light from the sun was just feet away and finally he burst into the air, taking short breaths.
His lungs were full of water and he knew he wasn't all the way out of the clearing yet. Ginny doggy-paddled to the muddy shore and pushed on his chest rhythmically. She laid her sopping head on his heart, checking for a pulse.
Obviously, he didn't have one because the next thing she did was plug his nose and blow air into his throat. She repeated the process five times before Harry coughed out a gallon of water and began to wheeze.
He could hear nothing and took no notice of the loud talking around him. Ginny said nothing but stared at him, relieved that he had lived. The only think Harry managed to say was simple but it would change his life forever.
"I had a sister."
"Hermione, are you- sure?" Ron asked nervously as they sat on his bed. Hermione didn't hesitate.
"I'm sure." Ron could see all of the emotions she had felt for seven years pouring out of her intense, cinnamon brown eyes. All of the years of concealed love were finally coming true. She wondered if this was some sort of coma dream muggles got when they were unconscious for long periods of time.
It was too good to be true. To Ron, this was like not eating for weeks and then being shown an enormous feast with every food you could think of. He had been blind and then blessed by God- he had seen Hermione.
Of course he loved her. He always had. Ever since he was the little boy with dirt on his nose on the Hogwarts express over his first year.
Ever since the Yule Ball when Hermione was more radiant and dazzling than ever and it had hurt Ron to look at her for too long- she was almost too beautiful.
Ever since their sixth year when Hermione broke up the long term relationship with Viktor Krum; and now he could see why. Him. It had always been him.
Ron gently wrapped his arms underneath her in a soft embrace as they kissed a long and meaningful kiss, falling back onto the pillows.
* * *
Ginny was gaining speed quickly and no one seemed to take notice of the black owl swooping around the whomping willow menacingly. It's red eyes were concentrating hard on Ginny's broomstick, its beak clenched.
Harry urged his Firebolt to fly faster, but it was no use. Something else was pulling Ginny's broom and it was too strong. He didn't know what to do. Harry couldn't just let Ginny fly into the tree; it was a death sentence.
A mixture of anxiety and exploding hatred towards whoever- or whatever- was doing this to Ginny built inside him quickly. He began to shake with rage and he tried again to urge his broom forward.
He managed to see the owl from the other side of the tree, but it was no owl. He knew it. For a flashing, fleeting second, the owl was no more and the boy from his dreams stood in the air, smiling venomously at him. He was killing Ginny.
The owl transformed back into "itself" again. Ginny was ten feet away from the tree, Harry's anger grew- eight feet, it grew still- five feet- Harry could no longer bear it and he gave a piercing, low scream so loud it shook the immensely strong branches of the tree in front of Ginny.
He held out a red-with-furry hand and a gust of purplish air pushed Ginny from the path of the tree. Quickly, Harry's anger subsided and Ginny wobbled unconscious on her broom, which was now heading straight off course and towards the lake.
He gave one last look at the owl before it disappeared and he raced after Ginny.
* * *
He pulled up along side Ginny right before she fell off the wooden handle. Her eyes slinted just partly open and she mouth one word soundlessly to him- "help."
He kept trying to grab hold of her robes but again and again he missed them by centimeters. Her shoulder length hair flapped helplessly in the wind. Some students from the field were running over to the lake, but Harry took no notice of them.
There seemed to be no way to grasp her robes, and then he saw it- the golden rope along her chest that laced the robe. It was just long enough for Harry to grab and in two attempts he caught her just above the surface of the water.
Cheers broke out along the shoreline, but the trouble was not over yet. The old vision of white fog clouded his eyes and whispered subsided him. Dementors. The Dementors were back somewhere.
The same screams echoed in his brain for some time until they quieted and a new voice appeared in his ears. It seemed to be a girl, younger than his mother but older than himself.
"No, Please, not Harry! He's a baby! Kill me! Please! Do anything, just don't kill him! I'm begging you, please don't kill my brother!" screaming cries pierced his brain for a few moments before silence and Harry saw nor heard no more.
* * *
Harry opened his eyes excepting to see the hospital wing. Water rushed past his eyes and a few small bubbled came from his nose. His glasses were still just barely hanging onto his face. He was going to die.
His wet hair floated lazily and he oddly enjoyed the peacefulness on the silent under the water. He felt a hand grab his. He faintly saw a glimpse of fiery red hair through the corner of his eye before he began to be pulled to the surface.
It was a slow process. He needed air quickly, and so did Ginny. Harry wondered vaguely is she was alright. He began to feel dizzy and faint. The light from the sun was just feet away and finally he burst into the air, taking short breaths.
His lungs were full of water and he knew he wasn't all the way out of the clearing yet. Ginny doggy-paddled to the muddy shore and pushed on his chest rhythmically. She laid her sopping head on his heart, checking for a pulse.
Obviously, he didn't have one because the next thing she did was plug his nose and blow air into his throat. She repeated the process five times before Harry coughed out a gallon of water and began to wheeze.
He could hear nothing and took no notice of the loud talking around him. Ginny said nothing but stared at him, relieved that he had lived. The only think Harry managed to say was simple but it would change his life forever.
"I had a sister."