Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books are not mine
A/N: You are going to hate me.
Ron awoke alone, in a small stone room. He recognized it. Gyffindor's hidden room. He was clutching Alisa's cloak. He saw her 'exit' markings and followed them, straight to Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs to find McGonagall sitting at Dumbledore's desk, waiting.
"Where's Alisa, ma'am?" Ron asked.
"She has gone." McGonagall said.
"Gone?" Ron asked in disbelief, "Where? When will she be back?"
McGonagall sighed deeply, "I do not know where, we mortals cannot pass into that world. And I'm afraid she will not be back, but she left this." she reached into Dumbledore's desk draw and pulled out a letter, sealed with a rose on the wax.
Ron ran it through his hands, and carefully pealed away the seal. It read:
My Dear Ron, I feel so much for you and it pains me that I must leave you in such dark times, but I must, for my people are in great need of leader. I will not be able to return to this place, as I have accepted the immortality that has been offered to me. My heart aches for you, but I knew I would not be here with you forever, deep in my soul I knew, though my head was stubborn.
Forgive me and forget me, it is the only way for you to live. Keep my
cloak as a token of the love I have felt for you.
love,
Alisabelle
"So she has left me." Tears began in his eyes, "One of my best friends wants me dead, is floating somewhere between dead and pure hate, as are most of my teachers, the one woman I loved is gone forever... All I have left is Harry. Where is he?"
McGonagall looked down, "I didn't want to be the one to tell you." She drew in a breath, "Harry is dead."
"What???" Ron practically screamed, "Voldemort killed him?"
She shook her head, "It was the opposite for that, Harry was the one who ended Lord Voldemort, but there was something else we didn't count on..." She paused, "By killing Voldemort, Harry cursed himself. He became truly alive when Voldemort died..." She stopped.
"Yeah, and that's a good thing!" Ron yelled.
"But... there was something else... or rather, someone else..." McGonagall didn't know how to go on, "You'll remember there was one member of our team that disappeared last night as well..."
Ron thought back. All his memories were unsorted, he didn't know what he remembered and what his mind made up... he remembered looking to Harry for help with Hermione and.. "Malfoy." He said.
"Yes, to be most specific, it was Draco Malfoy who brought Mr. Potter's end, I'm afraid," Tears swelled in her eyes.
"No!" Ron whispered, "He said he on our side!"
"He was, Mr. Weasley, he was. But he was taken by the Thwimbles, and when you are taken, you are on no one's side." McGonagall said.
"No." Ron said again, his tears following freely, "Let me speak to Dumbledore."
McGonagall no longer held back her tears, "That, I cannot do, Mr. Weasley."
"And why's that?" Ron asked defensively.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is dead."
A/N: You are going to hate me.
Ron awoke alone, in a small stone room. He recognized it. Gyffindor's hidden room. He was clutching Alisa's cloak. He saw her 'exit' markings and followed them, straight to Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs to find McGonagall sitting at Dumbledore's desk, waiting.
"Where's Alisa, ma'am?" Ron asked.
"She has gone." McGonagall said.
"Gone?" Ron asked in disbelief, "Where? When will she be back?"
McGonagall sighed deeply, "I do not know where, we mortals cannot pass into that world. And I'm afraid she will not be back, but she left this." she reached into Dumbledore's desk draw and pulled out a letter, sealed with a rose on the wax.
Ron ran it through his hands, and carefully pealed away the seal. It read:
My Dear Ron, I feel so much for you and it pains me that I must leave you in such dark times, but I must, for my people are in great need of leader. I will not be able to return to this place, as I have accepted the immortality that has been offered to me. My heart aches for you, but I knew I would not be here with you forever, deep in my soul I knew, though my head was stubborn.
Forgive me and forget me, it is the only way for you to live. Keep my
cloak as a token of the love I have felt for you.
love,
Alisabelle
"So she has left me." Tears began in his eyes, "One of my best friends wants me dead, is floating somewhere between dead and pure hate, as are most of my teachers, the one woman I loved is gone forever... All I have left is Harry. Where is he?"
McGonagall looked down, "I didn't want to be the one to tell you." She drew in a breath, "Harry is dead."
"What???" Ron practically screamed, "Voldemort killed him?"
She shook her head, "It was the opposite for that, Harry was the one who ended Lord Voldemort, but there was something else we didn't count on..." She paused, "By killing Voldemort, Harry cursed himself. He became truly alive when Voldemort died..." She stopped.
"Yeah, and that's a good thing!" Ron yelled.
"But... there was something else... or rather, someone else..." McGonagall didn't know how to go on, "You'll remember there was one member of our team that disappeared last night as well..."
Ron thought back. All his memories were unsorted, he didn't know what he remembered and what his mind made up... he remembered looking to Harry for help with Hermione and.. "Malfoy." He said.
"Yes, to be most specific, it was Draco Malfoy who brought Mr. Potter's end, I'm afraid," Tears swelled in her eyes.
"No!" Ron whispered, "He said he on our side!"
"He was, Mr. Weasley, he was. But he was taken by the Thwimbles, and when you are taken, you are on no one's side." McGonagall said.
"No." Ron said again, his tears following freely, "Let me speak to Dumbledore."
McGonagall no longer held back her tears, "That, I cannot do, Mr. Weasley."
"And why's that?" Ron asked defensively.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is dead."