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Summary: This story came off the top of my Head, so if it sucks, don't blame me! Blame the top of my head! Um.This chapter is sort of, the beginning/ middle. 'Cause you see, Ron had already had nightmares before that. Oh yea, and if I sound a bit weird it's 'cause I'm listening to Eminem (my penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?)
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Nightmares
The pain that shot through his body was unbearable. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, memory's flashed through his mind as he felt himself falling towards the ground. He felt the blood begin to rise in his throat and he coughed furiously as it filled his mouth. Not again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ron sat up in his bed quickly, sweat literally pouring off his forehead. That was the fifth time he'd had that nightmare this week, and it was only Wednesday! He put his hand on his forehead as a wave of dizziness washed over him.
He was so sick of this shit happening! It started with the daydreams, they'd always catch him off guard, start off like any other daydream, anything to get you away from reality, and they'd all end like that. Death. Horrible, painful, agonising death. His death.
There was no way he'd get back to sleep now, hopefully it wasn't too early. Unfortunately, after glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 2:30 AM.
"I've gotta get back to sleep!" He thought to himself, bravely he rolled over and closed his eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The door to his bedroom slammed open as he shot up in bed screaming his head off.
"Ron! Ron sweetie! Shush! It's okay really!" Molly Weasley hugged her youngest son as he dissolved into tears. Ron never cried - Never!
He had never been so glad of his mother's presence. He buried his head in her shoulder and proceeded to sob out all of the worries and problems that had been bugging him for the past month.
"Mum - " He muttered in an almost inaudible whisper, he turned his tear- stained face to look into her eyes. "Mum - I think - I think I have a problem."
Summary: This story came off the top of my Head, so if it sucks, don't blame me! Blame the top of my head! Um.This chapter is sort of, the beginning/ middle. 'Cause you see, Ron had already had nightmares before that. Oh yea, and if I sound a bit weird it's 'cause I'm listening to Eminem (my penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?)
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Nightmares
The pain that shot through his body was unbearable. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, memory's flashed through his mind as he felt himself falling towards the ground. He felt the blood begin to rise in his throat and he coughed furiously as it filled his mouth. Not again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ron sat up in his bed quickly, sweat literally pouring off his forehead. That was the fifth time he'd had that nightmare this week, and it was only Wednesday! He put his hand on his forehead as a wave of dizziness washed over him.
He was so sick of this shit happening! It started with the daydreams, they'd always catch him off guard, start off like any other daydream, anything to get you away from reality, and they'd all end like that. Death. Horrible, painful, agonising death. His death.
There was no way he'd get back to sleep now, hopefully it wasn't too early. Unfortunately, after glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 2:30 AM.
"I've gotta get back to sleep!" He thought to himself, bravely he rolled over and closed his eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The door to his bedroom slammed open as he shot up in bed screaming his head off.
"Ron! Ron sweetie! Shush! It's okay really!" Molly Weasley hugged her youngest son as he dissolved into tears. Ron never cried - Never!
He had never been so glad of his mother's presence. He buried his head in her shoulder and proceeded to sob out all of the worries and problems that had been bugging him for the past month.
"Mum - " He muttered in an almost inaudible whisper, he turned his tear- stained face to look into her eyes. "Mum - I think - I think I have a problem."