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The Big Three Chapter 4---"Thoughtful"
A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to update. You won't believe how sorry I am but I just don't have much time so I will do it when I can. Thank you for reading!
Last time: Ron reached his old room and felt very tired but when he got into bed he couldn't sleep. He thought about so much, his head was spinning and all his thoughts went back to Hermione.
Ron stood in awe as he entered his childhood bedroom once again. It didn't matter how long he was away it was always exciting to go back. He climbed into his old bed, enjoying how good it made him feel, to rest a little and be back home. He pulled the covers up around himself and closed his eyes. A real rest, he thought, sleep will come easy tonight.
15.20.30.45 minutes later, Ron lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He was so tired but just couldn't seem to sleep. There was so much running through his mind. The past, the present, the future. The first time he got a real chance to rest, his thoughts decided to catch up with him. With a sigh, Ron sat up in his bed.
All he really wanted to do was sleep. He could deal with everything else later. But his conscientious had other plans. He kept thinking about Hermione. He felt guilty, and at fault for everything that had happened to her. He didn't know why and he wanted to shake those thoughts so badly. He got out of bed and stretched. He spotted a box of photographs on the top shelf of his closet and decided to have a look.
He got his wand out and whispered "Accio" at the box. It floated down from the closet and zoomed directly into his hands. Ron sat back down on the bed and opened the box. The first picture he saw was a clipping from the daily prophet. It was the featured story in the paper and the story that made him a legend and Harry an even bigger one.
~Flashback~
Ron and Harry sat in an office of the ministry of magic. They were about to lose their jobs. They were the only pair of Aurors who had nothing to show if they were working. They had been out, but were following very weak leads. "You've got two weeks, to prove to me that you're doing something or your fired. There are plenty of others who are out there who would do anything for your jobs. including working. Now get out there and do something or don't bother coming back." Their superior and Director of Aurors shouted at them. The two quickly got up and left, stopping outside the building to talk.
"How dare he imply that we aren't doing anything? Why if the slimy git could only see just how many leads we know about." Ron started but was interrupted by Harry.
"Yeah, but it does kind of look bad that we haven't found anyone. Reported any findings, or picked out any death eaters." Harry stated glumly.
"But we're trying. If only he'd believe that. We know that You-Know- Who is out there, we just.well we just gotta find him." Ron put this information forward in hopes of brining up their spirits. "Hey let's go get lunch some where. I'm starving!"
That same day while the two where having lunch, a man draped completely in a dark cloak walked in. Ron and Harry, on the look out for anything noticed the man. But what they really notice was that he was missing a finger on one hand. (A/N: He may or may not have gotten that finger back but in this story he didn't.)
"Harry! Did you see that? You don't think." Without thinking the two threw down some galleons and ran out of the restaurant. The man walked down the street a ways and then ducked into a corner. And not much to Ron and Harry's surprise changed himself into a rat.
"Wormtail." Both of them looked at each other and said. The followed him closely and when he turned around to run, Ron caught him inside his hat.
The two were ecstatic. "Nobody's gonna believe this. Nobody." Ron panted jumping up and down. "I can't believe it we've done something right." Harry added.
The two immediately rushed back to the office to show the director the rat. They were promptly thrown out. With the director yelling, "This is an Aurors office, not a pet shop. What do I care if you have a rat?" They tried explaining the story of Peter Pettigrew, but were thrown out before they could finish. With Peter in a cage the two spent the rest of the week looking through spell books trying to learn how to turn Peter back. It took a week to learn the right spell. The second week was spent trying to get him to tell the truth of the story. That wasn't hard either once they got their hands on some Veritaserum, courtesy of Dumbledore, all they had to do was show their case.
When called back into the office for their two weeks showing, Ron and Harry had more than enough to show. Peter Pettigrew was forced to tell the truth. And everything fell into place from there. Sirius was free, Peter was served the Dementors kiss and Ron and Harry were instant heroes. Again.
Ron smiled to himself as he recalled this story. He laughed softly to himself at the thought that he and Harry were considered two of the best Aurors ever. But had the most terrible start. After sifting through more clippings Ron came across an actual photograph. It was taken at Hogwarts, on graduation day. It had a huge group of Gryffindors all laughing and cheering. He saw himself and Harry beside him and at first to his surprise, Hermione on his back.
~Flashback~
"Okay!" Colin ordered. Somehow he had snuck away to see the graduation. "Everyone get close for the picture. Harry, you in front."
Everyone pushed and pulled to get in the picture. Hermione walked to stand next to Harry but was conveniently pushed, (a little hard too) by Parvati, who quickly linked herself up to Harry. He simply looked down at her and smiled. Ron watched as Hermione tried to find a spot for her, but being short wouldn't be seen by anyone.
"Everyone ready then?" Colin asked.
"No, no just a minute." Hermione called from the back. "Ron, stand up straight and hold really still for just a minute." Ron looked at Harry but did as he was told, when he heard running behind him and received the surprise of his life when Hermione leaped onto his back.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked laughing.
"No one could see me in back so, I hoped up here on you so I would be in the picture." She replied a little out of breath, but then fell into a fit of giggles. "Okay Colin, ready."
Those really were great times, he thought as he found another photo. This one of his seventh year Quidditch team. They all stood in a semi-circle around the house cup with Harry being held up by the rest of the team. And what a team it was. Captain Harry as seeker. Keeper, Ron; Beaters, Terry and Luke, two fourth years. And the three chasers, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione had surprised everyone when she tried out for the team and was actually good. Later she told Ron, Krum had taught her quite a bit and of course she read Quidditch for Gits from cover to cover. Ginny was a natural, every Weasley but Percy had been on the team.
Ron had been on the team since fifth year but he knew his last season was by far his best. The team had beaten out every other team not only in catching the snitch but in points as well. Ron laughed at this too; he had forgotten how much fun his time at Hogwarts was. He studied the picture, very amused until he came across Hermione. She and Ginny were hugging in the picture. She was so incredibly happy. It was hard to imagine her as the woman he saw earlier that day. And with that his happy mood dwindled away, replaced with unknown guilt. He lay back in bed and thought about how life would be with all of your happiness taken away. He didn't know how it felt, but what he did know was how it felt to be the one who took that away from someone. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to squeeze away the guilt. Instead he fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Wow. I can't believe I haven't updated in over three months. But I'm back and I hope to do more than before. In chapter one I said I would update every weekend to every other weekend. I don't think I can do that but I will update every chance I get. I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter. It's about 500 words more than what I usually write! Call it an apology. ( Sorry. I can't believe I wrote another chapter without much of a cliffhanger. I'll have to have one in chapter 5. I just love being left in suspense. Here's what I'll do. To anyone whose interested please leave your e-mail address in a review and I will start a mailing list to let ya'll know when I update. Sorry for the long message. Thanks again for reading! -- -TReader
The Big Three Chapter 4---"Thoughtful"
A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to update. You won't believe how sorry I am but I just don't have much time so I will do it when I can. Thank you for reading!
Last time: Ron reached his old room and felt very tired but when he got into bed he couldn't sleep. He thought about so much, his head was spinning and all his thoughts went back to Hermione.
Ron stood in awe as he entered his childhood bedroom once again. It didn't matter how long he was away it was always exciting to go back. He climbed into his old bed, enjoying how good it made him feel, to rest a little and be back home. He pulled the covers up around himself and closed his eyes. A real rest, he thought, sleep will come easy tonight.
15.20.30.45 minutes later, Ron lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He was so tired but just couldn't seem to sleep. There was so much running through his mind. The past, the present, the future. The first time he got a real chance to rest, his thoughts decided to catch up with him. With a sigh, Ron sat up in his bed.
All he really wanted to do was sleep. He could deal with everything else later. But his conscientious had other plans. He kept thinking about Hermione. He felt guilty, and at fault for everything that had happened to her. He didn't know why and he wanted to shake those thoughts so badly. He got out of bed and stretched. He spotted a box of photographs on the top shelf of his closet and decided to have a look.
He got his wand out and whispered "Accio" at the box. It floated down from the closet and zoomed directly into his hands. Ron sat back down on the bed and opened the box. The first picture he saw was a clipping from the daily prophet. It was the featured story in the paper and the story that made him a legend and Harry an even bigger one.
~Flashback~
Ron and Harry sat in an office of the ministry of magic. They were about to lose their jobs. They were the only pair of Aurors who had nothing to show if they were working. They had been out, but were following very weak leads. "You've got two weeks, to prove to me that you're doing something or your fired. There are plenty of others who are out there who would do anything for your jobs. including working. Now get out there and do something or don't bother coming back." Their superior and Director of Aurors shouted at them. The two quickly got up and left, stopping outside the building to talk.
"How dare he imply that we aren't doing anything? Why if the slimy git could only see just how many leads we know about." Ron started but was interrupted by Harry.
"Yeah, but it does kind of look bad that we haven't found anyone. Reported any findings, or picked out any death eaters." Harry stated glumly.
"But we're trying. If only he'd believe that. We know that You-Know- Who is out there, we just.well we just gotta find him." Ron put this information forward in hopes of brining up their spirits. "Hey let's go get lunch some where. I'm starving!"
That same day while the two where having lunch, a man draped completely in a dark cloak walked in. Ron and Harry, on the look out for anything noticed the man. But what they really notice was that he was missing a finger on one hand. (A/N: He may or may not have gotten that finger back but in this story he didn't.)
"Harry! Did you see that? You don't think." Without thinking the two threw down some galleons and ran out of the restaurant. The man walked down the street a ways and then ducked into a corner. And not much to Ron and Harry's surprise changed himself into a rat.
"Wormtail." Both of them looked at each other and said. The followed him closely and when he turned around to run, Ron caught him inside his hat.
The two were ecstatic. "Nobody's gonna believe this. Nobody." Ron panted jumping up and down. "I can't believe it we've done something right." Harry added.
The two immediately rushed back to the office to show the director the rat. They were promptly thrown out. With the director yelling, "This is an Aurors office, not a pet shop. What do I care if you have a rat?" They tried explaining the story of Peter Pettigrew, but were thrown out before they could finish. With Peter in a cage the two spent the rest of the week looking through spell books trying to learn how to turn Peter back. It took a week to learn the right spell. The second week was spent trying to get him to tell the truth of the story. That wasn't hard either once they got their hands on some Veritaserum, courtesy of Dumbledore, all they had to do was show their case.
When called back into the office for their two weeks showing, Ron and Harry had more than enough to show. Peter Pettigrew was forced to tell the truth. And everything fell into place from there. Sirius was free, Peter was served the Dementors kiss and Ron and Harry were instant heroes. Again.
Ron smiled to himself as he recalled this story. He laughed softly to himself at the thought that he and Harry were considered two of the best Aurors ever. But had the most terrible start. After sifting through more clippings Ron came across an actual photograph. It was taken at Hogwarts, on graduation day. It had a huge group of Gryffindors all laughing and cheering. He saw himself and Harry beside him and at first to his surprise, Hermione on his back.
~Flashback~
"Okay!" Colin ordered. Somehow he had snuck away to see the graduation. "Everyone get close for the picture. Harry, you in front."
Everyone pushed and pulled to get in the picture. Hermione walked to stand next to Harry but was conveniently pushed, (a little hard too) by Parvati, who quickly linked herself up to Harry. He simply looked down at her and smiled. Ron watched as Hermione tried to find a spot for her, but being short wouldn't be seen by anyone.
"Everyone ready then?" Colin asked.
"No, no just a minute." Hermione called from the back. "Ron, stand up straight and hold really still for just a minute." Ron looked at Harry but did as he was told, when he heard running behind him and received the surprise of his life when Hermione leaped onto his back.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked laughing.
"No one could see me in back so, I hoped up here on you so I would be in the picture." She replied a little out of breath, but then fell into a fit of giggles. "Okay Colin, ready."
Those really were great times, he thought as he found another photo. This one of his seventh year Quidditch team. They all stood in a semi-circle around the house cup with Harry being held up by the rest of the team. And what a team it was. Captain Harry as seeker. Keeper, Ron; Beaters, Terry and Luke, two fourth years. And the three chasers, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione had surprised everyone when she tried out for the team and was actually good. Later she told Ron, Krum had taught her quite a bit and of course she read Quidditch for Gits from cover to cover. Ginny was a natural, every Weasley but Percy had been on the team.
Ron had been on the team since fifth year but he knew his last season was by far his best. The team had beaten out every other team not only in catching the snitch but in points as well. Ron laughed at this too; he had forgotten how much fun his time at Hogwarts was. He studied the picture, very amused until he came across Hermione. She and Ginny were hugging in the picture. She was so incredibly happy. It was hard to imagine her as the woman he saw earlier that day. And with that his happy mood dwindled away, replaced with unknown guilt. He lay back in bed and thought about how life would be with all of your happiness taken away. He didn't know how it felt, but what he did know was how it felt to be the one who took that away from someone. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to squeeze away the guilt. Instead he fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Wow. I can't believe I haven't updated in over three months. But I'm back and I hope to do more than before. In chapter one I said I would update every weekend to every other weekend. I don't think I can do that but I will update every chance I get. I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter. It's about 500 words more than what I usually write! Call it an apology. ( Sorry. I can't believe I wrote another chapter without much of a cliffhanger. I'll have to have one in chapter 5. I just love being left in suspense. Here's what I'll do. To anyone whose interested please leave your e-mail address in a review and I will start a mailing list to let ya'll know when I update. Sorry for the long message. Thanks again for reading! -- -TReader