Disclaimer: I just checked. I still don't own any of the characters,
places, etc in this fan fiction. *sigh*
Thank you to those who reviewed my fic! If you have the time, I would really appreciate any review (good or bad). I'm always looking to improve my writing! I won't get mad if you say it stinks and point out why! I can only improve if you point out my mistakes!! Thanks a bunch & a half!
Chapter three. enjoy!
Harry and Hermione stayed in the Hospital wing for a week before rejoining the regular stream of students. Eventually, they were back in classes, even though it was hard to concentrate.
Potions had become much more enjoyable these last three years, as Snape was still on that mysterious mission Dumbledore had sent him on. During Harry's first Potions Lesson after he'd gotten out of the Hospital Wing, he'd remembered a funny story and turned to tell Ron... only to realize that it wasn't possible... that he'd never be able to tell Ron anything anymore.
He missed him so much, his sarcastic comments on everything, his denial of ever liking Hermione, even though it was so very obvious he did, even arguing with him. At that moment he'd have given anything to hear Ron's voice. And Harry also knew that this was only a small fraction of the pain Hermione must feel. Ever since that fateful day where Ron had been stabbed, she hadn't spoken much more than two words to anyone. Her grades had dropped to just passing; she didn't seem to care about much of anything. Her dorm mates often told people in the common room about hearing her sobs as she cried herself to sleep. Occasionally they would be jerked awake hearing Hermione scream in her sleep, having nightmares of what must have happened to Ron.
About a week later, Harry and Hermione went to Ron's funeral. It was a beautiful ceremony, and Ron looked as if he were simply sleeping inside the coffin. But of course, it couldn't be so. Hermione couldn't control herself; she burst into a fit of tears. Harry tried to comfort her, but nothing helped, she just cried and cried and cried.
Days passed, and weeks passed, before Hermione could openly speak of what had happened. One morning, at breakfast, she asked Harry to tell her exactly what had happened.
"You're sure you want to talk about this, Hermione?" Harry said skeptically. He wasn't sure if she could handle it. Hermione just looked fierce, and Harry got the message.
"Well, you know how Voldemort somehow managed to get someone into Hogwarts, the one who stole the sword Godric Gryffindor?" "Yeah, it's the one thing that could actually kill him. He's protected himself from a magical death with all these spells, I remember."
"Exactly, well, he stole the sword, and since no one else was able to go after it, we did, you me, and Ron. When that dog attacked you, we had to leave you in the house, and go on alone-"
"Harry, I know this part already. I was there, remember?"
"Oh, right. Well, anyway, it's a good thing we learned tracking in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, because that helped us find Wormtail's and the other Death Eaters' trail, and we tracked them to their, well, 'hideout' I guess. Well Voldemort was there, with only a few Death Eaters. We surprised them, and stupefied all the Death Eaters, but when we tried to do that on Voldemort, it didn't work. I'm guessing it was because that was one of the spells he'd protected himself from- "
"Harry... get on with it please!"
"Sorry. Um... well, Voldemort came outside with the sword in one hand and his wand in the other... we knew most of the charms we knew wouldn't work on him, so Ron managed to get his wand away from him somehow and he snapped it in half, so Voldemort was forced to use the sword. But we needed to get the sword away from him... our only choice was to try and get close enough to him so one of us could grab it while the other distracted him, and made him lose his focus... but that didn't work all to well... Ron was stabbed right through."
He shuddered at the memory. Everything rushed back to him, Ron's screams, Voldemort's high-pitched laugh, everything. Hermione was waiting to hear what had happened next, so Harry forced himself to keep going.
"Then Voldemort gave this high laugh, and he just backed away... he revived the Death Eaters and they all Disapparated... none of them even tried to come after me, I don't understand why-"
"I do. It was because they knew they'd hurt you deeply Harry, losing your best friend..."
Harry nodded, "I suppose so... well, he had Disapparated with Gryffindor's sword with him, so there wasn't any chance of getting it back. I went over to Ron and ... and ..." Harry's voice broke. He couldn't go on. Hermione understood. But then her face went blank, as if she was lost deep in thought. After a bit, she said,
"Harry, you said Ron was stabbed with Godric Gryffindor's sword, right?"
Harry blinked, confused. "Yeah. Why?" Hermione grinned excitedly. "Because there just might be a chance... I gotta go."
She rushed off up the stairs just as the bell rang. Harry stared at her retreating back, growing more confused by the second.
Hermione wasn't there in Transfiguration, or in Care Of Magical Creatures. She wasn't at supper either, and she hadn't come back to the common room by the time Harry climbed the stairs to his Dormitory. The sign now read Seventh Years. Harry sighed. It seemed like just yesterday that it had read First Years. He walked in and headed to his four poster bed. On the way, he passed Ron's old place. Harry sighed once again, and grudgingly climbed into bed. Soon he was trapped in an awful nightmare. He and Ron were back in the field, just after their "battle" with Voldemort. He heard screaming, and images of all the people Harry had cared for, that had fallen at the hands of Voldemort... his mother... his father... his best friend... even Cedric's face floated past. Suddenly the image changed into just one face, Ron's face. He was screaming "Harry I'm trapped, Harry, you've gotta get me out, please, Harry help..."
Harry awoke with a start. Someone was pounding at the dormitory door, shouting his name. He got up sleepily, put his glasses on and went to the door. On the way he heard Dean say sleepily 'I wanna pet the elephant.'
Hermione was at the door, wearing the biggest smile Harry had seen in the longest time.
"Hermione, what on Earth are you doing?"
"Harry, just shut up and follow me..."
Hermione pulled him behind her. They left the common room and headed for the Library at a run.
"Hermione, will get in trouble, we're not supposed to be out this late at nig-"
"Didn't I already tell you to be quiet, Harry?? Just follow me ok, I have to show you something."
Once at the Library, Hermione thrust an old and tattered book into Harry's hands.
"Here, this is what I wanted to show you!"
Harry stared at the book. Then he stared at Hermione as if she'd sprouted a second, and third head.
"Harry, that's Godric Gryffindor's journal. He wrote everything about founding Hogwarts in it, I found it in the Library while I was looking for a book on cross-species transfiguration for our essay last year."
"So what? Hermione, I'm so out at sea on this one..." Hermione continued, as though she hadn't heard him.
"It's written in a code, and I've been trying to decipher it for a while now. I only just cracked the code a few months ago... I've been reading what he wrote, and when you told me about Ron being stabbed with Gryffindor's sword, I remembered reading something about it..."
"Hermione, does this story have a point, or did you wake me up for nothing?"
"Harry, Ron's alive!"
Thank you to those who reviewed my fic! If you have the time, I would really appreciate any review (good or bad). I'm always looking to improve my writing! I won't get mad if you say it stinks and point out why! I can only improve if you point out my mistakes!! Thanks a bunch & a half!
Chapter three. enjoy!
Harry and Hermione stayed in the Hospital wing for a week before rejoining the regular stream of students. Eventually, they were back in classes, even though it was hard to concentrate.
Potions had become much more enjoyable these last three years, as Snape was still on that mysterious mission Dumbledore had sent him on. During Harry's first Potions Lesson after he'd gotten out of the Hospital Wing, he'd remembered a funny story and turned to tell Ron... only to realize that it wasn't possible... that he'd never be able to tell Ron anything anymore.
He missed him so much, his sarcastic comments on everything, his denial of ever liking Hermione, even though it was so very obvious he did, even arguing with him. At that moment he'd have given anything to hear Ron's voice. And Harry also knew that this was only a small fraction of the pain Hermione must feel. Ever since that fateful day where Ron had been stabbed, she hadn't spoken much more than two words to anyone. Her grades had dropped to just passing; she didn't seem to care about much of anything. Her dorm mates often told people in the common room about hearing her sobs as she cried herself to sleep. Occasionally they would be jerked awake hearing Hermione scream in her sleep, having nightmares of what must have happened to Ron.
About a week later, Harry and Hermione went to Ron's funeral. It was a beautiful ceremony, and Ron looked as if he were simply sleeping inside the coffin. But of course, it couldn't be so. Hermione couldn't control herself; she burst into a fit of tears. Harry tried to comfort her, but nothing helped, she just cried and cried and cried.
Days passed, and weeks passed, before Hermione could openly speak of what had happened. One morning, at breakfast, she asked Harry to tell her exactly what had happened.
"You're sure you want to talk about this, Hermione?" Harry said skeptically. He wasn't sure if she could handle it. Hermione just looked fierce, and Harry got the message.
"Well, you know how Voldemort somehow managed to get someone into Hogwarts, the one who stole the sword Godric Gryffindor?" "Yeah, it's the one thing that could actually kill him. He's protected himself from a magical death with all these spells, I remember."
"Exactly, well, he stole the sword, and since no one else was able to go after it, we did, you me, and Ron. When that dog attacked you, we had to leave you in the house, and go on alone-"
"Harry, I know this part already. I was there, remember?"
"Oh, right. Well, anyway, it's a good thing we learned tracking in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, because that helped us find Wormtail's and the other Death Eaters' trail, and we tracked them to their, well, 'hideout' I guess. Well Voldemort was there, with only a few Death Eaters. We surprised them, and stupefied all the Death Eaters, but when we tried to do that on Voldemort, it didn't work. I'm guessing it was because that was one of the spells he'd protected himself from- "
"Harry... get on with it please!"
"Sorry. Um... well, Voldemort came outside with the sword in one hand and his wand in the other... we knew most of the charms we knew wouldn't work on him, so Ron managed to get his wand away from him somehow and he snapped it in half, so Voldemort was forced to use the sword. But we needed to get the sword away from him... our only choice was to try and get close enough to him so one of us could grab it while the other distracted him, and made him lose his focus... but that didn't work all to well... Ron was stabbed right through."
He shuddered at the memory. Everything rushed back to him, Ron's screams, Voldemort's high-pitched laugh, everything. Hermione was waiting to hear what had happened next, so Harry forced himself to keep going.
"Then Voldemort gave this high laugh, and he just backed away... he revived the Death Eaters and they all Disapparated... none of them even tried to come after me, I don't understand why-"
"I do. It was because they knew they'd hurt you deeply Harry, losing your best friend..."
Harry nodded, "I suppose so... well, he had Disapparated with Gryffindor's sword with him, so there wasn't any chance of getting it back. I went over to Ron and ... and ..." Harry's voice broke. He couldn't go on. Hermione understood. But then her face went blank, as if she was lost deep in thought. After a bit, she said,
"Harry, you said Ron was stabbed with Godric Gryffindor's sword, right?"
Harry blinked, confused. "Yeah. Why?" Hermione grinned excitedly. "Because there just might be a chance... I gotta go."
She rushed off up the stairs just as the bell rang. Harry stared at her retreating back, growing more confused by the second.
Hermione wasn't there in Transfiguration, or in Care Of Magical Creatures. She wasn't at supper either, and she hadn't come back to the common room by the time Harry climbed the stairs to his Dormitory. The sign now read Seventh Years. Harry sighed. It seemed like just yesterday that it had read First Years. He walked in and headed to his four poster bed. On the way, he passed Ron's old place. Harry sighed once again, and grudgingly climbed into bed. Soon he was trapped in an awful nightmare. He and Ron were back in the field, just after their "battle" with Voldemort. He heard screaming, and images of all the people Harry had cared for, that had fallen at the hands of Voldemort... his mother... his father... his best friend... even Cedric's face floated past. Suddenly the image changed into just one face, Ron's face. He was screaming "Harry I'm trapped, Harry, you've gotta get me out, please, Harry help..."
Harry awoke with a start. Someone was pounding at the dormitory door, shouting his name. He got up sleepily, put his glasses on and went to the door. On the way he heard Dean say sleepily 'I wanna pet the elephant.'
Hermione was at the door, wearing the biggest smile Harry had seen in the longest time.
"Hermione, what on Earth are you doing?"
"Harry, just shut up and follow me..."
Hermione pulled him behind her. They left the common room and headed for the Library at a run.
"Hermione, will get in trouble, we're not supposed to be out this late at nig-"
"Didn't I already tell you to be quiet, Harry?? Just follow me ok, I have to show you something."
Once at the Library, Hermione thrust an old and tattered book into Harry's hands.
"Here, this is what I wanted to show you!"
Harry stared at the book. Then he stared at Hermione as if she'd sprouted a second, and third head.
"Harry, that's Godric Gryffindor's journal. He wrote everything about founding Hogwarts in it, I found it in the Library while I was looking for a book on cross-species transfiguration for our essay last year."
"So what? Hermione, I'm so out at sea on this one..." Hermione continued, as though she hadn't heard him.
"It's written in a code, and I've been trying to decipher it for a while now. I only just cracked the code a few months ago... I've been reading what he wrote, and when you told me about Ron being stabbed with Gryffindor's sword, I remembered reading something about it..."
"Hermione, does this story have a point, or did you wake me up for nothing?"
"Harry, Ron's alive!"