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Chapter five: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Why did people put photos of their loved ones on a gravestone? Now there was something Ron never thought he would find himself thinking about. However, it seemed like a valid question. After all, it did seem a bit, well, rather weird and not to mention spooky, having a picture of some dead guy waving at you from a gravestone when you knew his body was 6' feet underneath the headstone slowly rotting. Ron shivered and made a mental note to write on his Will in big bold letters, 'NO PHOTO ON GRAVESTONE PLEASE'.
"Are you okay?" A male voice said.
No, I bloody well aren't, Ron felt like saying. I'm thinking about rotting bodies and whether or not it would be a good idea to have my mug plastered on a gravestone, however, Ron didn't turn around or even answer. He knew it was Charlie, his oldest brother (now anyway), but he didn't feel like answering. He was too busy, fixing his blue eyes on the grave that lay before him. He couldn't believe that he was actually at Bills funeral. He was actually watching his cool, older brother being lowered into the ground and Ron couldn't even force himself to cry. Everyone else was crying so why wasn't he?
Ron wasn't going to lie after all, what was the point. He did cry. He had cried in the past. He definitely wasn't one of those emotionally challenged people who walked around saying 'I don't cry. No never cried in my life.' It just sounded wrong. No. Ron definitely cried sometimes, mainly in the privacy of his own room, he just didn't feel like crying at that particular moment.
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"Do you think he's okay?" Hermione asked. She was standing in the Weasleys back yard with Harry (who seemed to have his head in the clouds) an hour after the funeral. Along with the Weasley children, Harry and Hermione had been given the weekend off to attend Bills funeral.
"Um," Harry said as if coming out of his own private dream world. "I have no idea. He hasn't spoken to me about it."
"Do you think he's in shock?" Hermione whispered leaning in close to Harry as if she was scared that she might be heard.
Harry didn't answer. He glazed around the garden, finally spotting Ron, who was sitting alone at the other side of the large garden. If anything, he looked rather bored, sitting low in his seat and starring at a patch of grass in front of him. Harry truly felt sorry for the Weasleys and he was worried about Ron, although he doubted as much as Hermione. Harry didn't know how much more bad news he could take what with Voldemort wanting him dead, Ron losing his brother and now - Sirius -
"What's wrong?"
Harry forced himself to glance at Hermione, who looked worried. It was something Harry was used to by now. It seemed that Ron and Hermione spent a vast amount of time worrying about him these days. Harry was grateful that at least his best friends cared about him, however, he was a bit fed up with 'the look' they kept giving him. He didn't want pity from them. He just wanted his best friends back, the way it used to be, but they had changed because of him. There was no going back to the old times after what had happened last year.
"Are you going to tell me what's the matter?" Hermione almost demanded.
Harry shook his head. He wasn't allowed to think anymore. Everything had to be public knowledge.
"No Hermione," Harry said, walking off to get another drink. "I'm not."
"Harry," Hermione said in a shushed tone, hurrying along beside him. "You know whatever's going wrong affects us all."
Harry stopped mid stride.
"Look, will you just leave it!" Harry almost yelled. "I don't need your counselling. Go and find Ron if you like. I'm sure he wouldn't mind it though."
"That was cold." Hermione whispered. She looked ready to cry.
Harry felt a little bit guilty. He wasn't used to making Hermione cry. That was Ron's department, not is.
"I'm sorry, okay." He said, looking around to see if anyone had noticed his little outburst. No one had. "I'll tell you, but you can't say anything to Ron and you CAN'T worry -"
"Why can't I tell Ron?" Hermione asked.
Great. Harry knew that it would be a problem for Hermione to keep anything from Ron. While the trio had become unbelievably close, Harry knew that Ron and Hermione had become even closer mainly because they spent a great deal of time together - probably talking about him and his mood swings - plus he knew that they had well, feelings for one another.
"Hermione," he ventured, rolling his eyes. "I know it's difficult for you because you fancy him, but -"
"E-Excuse me!" Hermione suddenly looked very red and Harry couldn't help smiling despite the fact that what he was about to tell Hermione was very serious.
"You fancy Ron," Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Harry didn't have time to listen, especially since she would only be denying the truth.
"Don't bother denying it."
"Harry," Hermione sounded rather angry. "Will you just tell me?"
Harry sighed. "It's Sirius. I think he's missing."
*SLK*
Okay, I'm going to leave you there. Thank you Rathein (hope I've spelt that right) for your interest in this story. Your reviews are welcome . um, no one else can be bothered, it seems. I need reviews people. Don't make me beg. Things start happening after the next chapter!
Ron, Hermione and Harry leave the safety of the castle, will Ron and Hermione become even closer and who is Voldemort really after?
I've already wrote the part where the trio venture out of the castle so updates won't take me very long.
Chapter five: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Why did people put photos of their loved ones on a gravestone? Now there was something Ron never thought he would find himself thinking about. However, it seemed like a valid question. After all, it did seem a bit, well, rather weird and not to mention spooky, having a picture of some dead guy waving at you from a gravestone when you knew his body was 6' feet underneath the headstone slowly rotting. Ron shivered and made a mental note to write on his Will in big bold letters, 'NO PHOTO ON GRAVESTONE PLEASE'.
"Are you okay?" A male voice said.
No, I bloody well aren't, Ron felt like saying. I'm thinking about rotting bodies and whether or not it would be a good idea to have my mug plastered on a gravestone, however, Ron didn't turn around or even answer. He knew it was Charlie, his oldest brother (now anyway), but he didn't feel like answering. He was too busy, fixing his blue eyes on the grave that lay before him. He couldn't believe that he was actually at Bills funeral. He was actually watching his cool, older brother being lowered into the ground and Ron couldn't even force himself to cry. Everyone else was crying so why wasn't he?
Ron wasn't going to lie after all, what was the point. He did cry. He had cried in the past. He definitely wasn't one of those emotionally challenged people who walked around saying 'I don't cry. No never cried in my life.' It just sounded wrong. No. Ron definitely cried sometimes, mainly in the privacy of his own room, he just didn't feel like crying at that particular moment.
~*~
"Do you think he's okay?" Hermione asked. She was standing in the Weasleys back yard with Harry (who seemed to have his head in the clouds) an hour after the funeral. Along with the Weasley children, Harry and Hermione had been given the weekend off to attend Bills funeral.
"Um," Harry said as if coming out of his own private dream world. "I have no idea. He hasn't spoken to me about it."
"Do you think he's in shock?" Hermione whispered leaning in close to Harry as if she was scared that she might be heard.
Harry didn't answer. He glazed around the garden, finally spotting Ron, who was sitting alone at the other side of the large garden. If anything, he looked rather bored, sitting low in his seat and starring at a patch of grass in front of him. Harry truly felt sorry for the Weasleys and he was worried about Ron, although he doubted as much as Hermione. Harry didn't know how much more bad news he could take what with Voldemort wanting him dead, Ron losing his brother and now - Sirius -
"What's wrong?"
Harry forced himself to glance at Hermione, who looked worried. It was something Harry was used to by now. It seemed that Ron and Hermione spent a vast amount of time worrying about him these days. Harry was grateful that at least his best friends cared about him, however, he was a bit fed up with 'the look' they kept giving him. He didn't want pity from them. He just wanted his best friends back, the way it used to be, but they had changed because of him. There was no going back to the old times after what had happened last year.
"Are you going to tell me what's the matter?" Hermione almost demanded.
Harry shook his head. He wasn't allowed to think anymore. Everything had to be public knowledge.
"No Hermione," Harry said, walking off to get another drink. "I'm not."
"Harry," Hermione said in a shushed tone, hurrying along beside him. "You know whatever's going wrong affects us all."
Harry stopped mid stride.
"Look, will you just leave it!" Harry almost yelled. "I don't need your counselling. Go and find Ron if you like. I'm sure he wouldn't mind it though."
"That was cold." Hermione whispered. She looked ready to cry.
Harry felt a little bit guilty. He wasn't used to making Hermione cry. That was Ron's department, not is.
"I'm sorry, okay." He said, looking around to see if anyone had noticed his little outburst. No one had. "I'll tell you, but you can't say anything to Ron and you CAN'T worry -"
"Why can't I tell Ron?" Hermione asked.
Great. Harry knew that it would be a problem for Hermione to keep anything from Ron. While the trio had become unbelievably close, Harry knew that Ron and Hermione had become even closer mainly because they spent a great deal of time together - probably talking about him and his mood swings - plus he knew that they had well, feelings for one another.
"Hermione," he ventured, rolling his eyes. "I know it's difficult for you because you fancy him, but -"
"E-Excuse me!" Hermione suddenly looked very red and Harry couldn't help smiling despite the fact that what he was about to tell Hermione was very serious.
"You fancy Ron," Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Harry didn't have time to listen, especially since she would only be denying the truth.
"Don't bother denying it."
"Harry," Hermione sounded rather angry. "Will you just tell me?"
Harry sighed. "It's Sirius. I think he's missing."
*SLK*
Okay, I'm going to leave you there. Thank you Rathein (hope I've spelt that right) for your interest in this story. Your reviews are welcome . um, no one else can be bothered, it seems. I need reviews people. Don't make me beg. Things start happening after the next chapter!
Ron, Hermione and Harry leave the safety of the castle, will Ron and Hermione become even closer and who is Voldemort really after?
I've already wrote the part where the trio venture out of the castle so updates won't take me very long.
