Ronald Weasley: The Messenger
Chapter Four – Split of Lightning
Holidays had ended. The three friends felt and looked gloomy as they packed their trunks for the next morning, where they would board the Hogwarts Express back to school.
"It felt like these holidays just flew by, they went so fast." Ron said.
"Yeah, it felt like that for me too. But it won't be bad getting back to school. More magic to learn …"
"Yeah …"
As much as the pair tried to cheer each other up, it just didn't work. They wanted to spend more time having fun at home. But time wasn't going to reverse itself for them.
The two said goodnight to the family and Hermione, and returned to Ron's room. They thought that they might as well get an early night sleep.
As the holidays had progressed the last three weeks, Ron had noticed that Harry gradually returned to his normal state. He was happy as he used to be, which made Ron happy. But he could still hear those voices, which worried him.
As they got into bed, Ron had almost forgotten about the dream he had three weeks ago because of other recent concerns. Until tonight. Ron experienced the same flashing of scenes, and he came to a different place this time. It was in the backyard of a large, double-storey house.
A force once again was upon Ron stronger than he had felt last time. It pulled him towards the house and inside, against the will of Ron. Ron tried to call out or something, but had no control over his body. Out of a pitch black door Ron saw a light getting brighter. Two hooded men walked in each holding a lit-up wand for sight in this dark. The shorter of the men walked to a corner and extinguished his light source with a quick mutter of 'Nox'. The other man progressed towards him, being the same man from the last dream.
"Well, well, well. We meet again Ronald. A lucky escape last time, but this time I have the power of two upon you. The night is nigh, so I must apologise for being hasty." The stranger said with a chuckle, sounding like he didn't mean it.
But Ron didn't quite understand what was going on. What did he want with Ron? What was he going to do to him? These questions stirred Ron, but he couldn't find the answer to them himself as he was still powerless.
The man advanced with no explanation. He stretched his finger and placed it against the right side of Ron's forehead. Ron felt a searing pain that was so bad he thought he was going to die that night. His pain could not be expressed through his face, but the man knew it hurt and laughed out loud.
The pain was dying down, though still it remained. But Ron somehow felt different, like he wasn't himself. Almost like something was in his mind with him. It scared Ron.
"The transformation is complete, my Lord?"
"Yes, we can release him now. He cannot do any harm."
What was he talking about, a transformation? What had he done to Ron? He wanted his questions answered but with the swish of the hooded man's wand he was sent flying back home.
He was home.
But this time he felt different. Like something was ever-present in his mind. He couldn't shake it off. Looking for the time he saw it was 6.30 in the morning. He had better get up and prepared for the ride to the train station.
No one else was up yet. He silently made some breakfast and when he finished that, climbed the stairs into the bathroom. He walked in and cleaned his teeth in a hurry. He washed his face, and as he was drying it, noticed some dirt on the right side of his forehead. He tried rubbing it off, but no effect. It was a scar. A scar in the very same place as Harry's. It portrayed what looked like a lightning bolt split in two. Ron's heart was pounding.
"I must be dreaming," he thought. He pinched himself. It hurt. He was awake.
Trying to cover the scar with his fringe he went downstairs and sat at the dining table. Harry and Hermione came down a little while later.
"New hairstyle, Ron?" Hermione said smiling as she sat down.
"Uhh … yea, right …"
Hermione and Harry exchanged looks.
"Are you alright, Ron?"
"Yea, I'm fine. I just had a bad dream last night. It's alright."
Hermione thought nothing more of it and started on her breakfast. Harry looked curiously over at Ron, and saw something behind his hair.
"I think you need to wash yourself more often Ron. Your face is dirty."
"Where?" Ron replied, his heart pounding.
"Here," said Harry as he reached over and rubbed on the end of Ron's nose and knocking away his fringe in the process
"Oh," Ron sighed with relief. He was shocked that Harry couldn't notice the scar.
Ron was confused. There it was in plain sight and they didn't notice it. But maybe it was a good thing, Ron thought. He knew that Harry wouldn't be too happy with his scar looking so similar. So he decided to keep it to himself for now. It couldn't hurt him if know one else could see it.
The family was soon all up and getting ready for the trip to Kings Cross Station for the yearly train ride to Hogwarts. After half an hour of hustle and bustle in The Burrow, they hopped into a provided ministry car for the long trip to the city. But the invisible scar was still on Ron's mind.
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Ron has kept the scar to himself, a dangerous decision. Strange things are happening on the Hogwarts Express. Could it be linked to the scar? Keep reading and reviewing to find out what will happen next.
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