The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology
I didn't want to tell you this
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a T.V. set
Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
-Bright Eyes
I held the phone (the only communication that my brother had in his house) tightly in my clammy left hand. I struggled to remember what his number was. 286-053-8532 was the number that I dialed. I listened to tone, waiting for him, waiting for the miracle my younger brother needed. The miracle that Hermione needed, my mom, my dad, everyone. The miracle everyone but me wanted.
"Hello?"
"Fred?"
"Yes.. who is this?"
"Thought you would've known.. I am your twin and all. But I mean, twins aren't the closest relation. I bet there's some sort of closer relation.. triplets perhaps?"
"George! I haven't seen, talked, or heard from you in ages! How it going?"
"Not so good. Mum's crying a lot, Ron isn't awake, and Hermione is worse than ever. Actually, most of the family is.. well except me. I'm your regular George, no doubt about it."
"Is this about Ron again? To be quite honest with you, I don't care what happens to him, whether he lives, dies, it's all the same to me."
"What happened between you two? Wait, it doesn't matter.. surely there isn't ANYTHING big enough to happen between you that you would stop talking to each other- not even caring about each other's lives anymore. That's just being childish. Besides, you might not care, but the family does."
"George, actually the family doesn't. I'm part of the family and me not caring means that the whole family doesn't care. What about you? You don't sound so concerned either. What's your reason for hating him?"
I got sort of nervous here. I could've sworn that I was sounding emotional enough.. "My reason.. isn't important, not that there is a reason because if there was, I would hate him. And I don't. I really don't."
"Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince me. Look, I'll make a deal with you. I'll consider doing the procedure necessary if you will stop calling me- for at least a week- about this. Sound good?"
Relieved, I nod my head. "Sounds great. Best response so far. I guess I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah. See ya around, bro."
"Bye."
The phone slips from my hand and hits the ground with a loud thud. He's going to think about helping Ron. Great. Hermione's face flashes through my mind. I know this is for the best. Maybe not the best for me, but certainly the best for Hermione- the one that really matters.
**
Hermione rolled over her bed in her apartment that Ron and her shared. Had shared, rather. She looked at the ring she wore on her finger, her engagement ring. The Wesley family didn't know about their engagement- even though they had known each other since they were 11 years old, the family didn't think they were ready to get married. So when Ron gave her the ring, he told her to keep it a secret- to wear it only at home. She had even already begun making the plans for the wedding- the day of the accident in fact. Harry was on tour with the quiddich team, and told her he wished he could stay, but the team needed him. She pulled her legs close to her body, and sat, thinking about the last day that Ron hadn't been in a coma.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He had acted really oddly, but then again, Ron was an oddball. She smiled at the thought of him leaving the apartment, clumsily running into the doorway. "I'm okay!" He yelled to her. She was just getting out of the shower and after wrapping a towel around her, ran out to wave before he left. He smiled the cute cheeky grin of his, turned, and went out the door. The house was a mess, and Hermione, being the perfectionist she is, had gone on a cleaning frenzy, cleaning under and around beds, under mattresses- everywhere.
While cleaning under the mattress that her fiancée slept on, she found an envelope. The writing on it was someone else's than her or Ron, or even Harry. It was extremely neat, and seemed familiar to Hermione, but she had no idea who it could be- although she knew one thing for sure- this wasn't a man's handwriting.
Before she could open the envelope, she was reminded by the little voice in her head, or her conscience- which reminded her that: a) it was wrong to go through other people's mail (even if it was her fiancée's) and b) that Ron worked in the department of mysteries, and therefore she couldn't read any of his mail- under law.
The rest of the day was a blur- the official from the Ministry of Magic coming to her house, the tears, the hospital, Mrs. Wesley sobbing in her shoulder, those distinct re-heads crying in the lobby, Harry, and herself- waiting for what the healers had to say.
A/n: That's all for now, hope u liked it!!!
Response to Reviewers:
Crazy Swimmer 27: there will be more information on Ron in the following chapters, and Harry will eventually show up.. doesn't he always?
Autumn Took: I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last two
Belle-Stevenson: hope you keep enjoying the story
American Angel: sorry about the formatting problem- all fixed now!
Blood57: thanks, and hope that you keep reading!
Melle: its nice to hear about someone else who loves Bright Eyes. Aren't they such an awesome band? The plot between the two brothers is building... In a few chapters, you'll know exactly what happened.
Words were missed then, some apology
I didn't want to tell you this
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a T.V. set
Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
-Bright Eyes
I held the phone (the only communication that my brother had in his house) tightly in my clammy left hand. I struggled to remember what his number was. 286-053-8532 was the number that I dialed. I listened to tone, waiting for him, waiting for the miracle my younger brother needed. The miracle that Hermione needed, my mom, my dad, everyone. The miracle everyone but me wanted.
"Hello?"
"Fred?"
"Yes.. who is this?"
"Thought you would've known.. I am your twin and all. But I mean, twins aren't the closest relation. I bet there's some sort of closer relation.. triplets perhaps?"
"George! I haven't seen, talked, or heard from you in ages! How it going?"
"Not so good. Mum's crying a lot, Ron isn't awake, and Hermione is worse than ever. Actually, most of the family is.. well except me. I'm your regular George, no doubt about it."
"Is this about Ron again? To be quite honest with you, I don't care what happens to him, whether he lives, dies, it's all the same to me."
"What happened between you two? Wait, it doesn't matter.. surely there isn't ANYTHING big enough to happen between you that you would stop talking to each other- not even caring about each other's lives anymore. That's just being childish. Besides, you might not care, but the family does."
"George, actually the family doesn't. I'm part of the family and me not caring means that the whole family doesn't care. What about you? You don't sound so concerned either. What's your reason for hating him?"
I got sort of nervous here. I could've sworn that I was sounding emotional enough.. "My reason.. isn't important, not that there is a reason because if there was, I would hate him. And I don't. I really don't."
"Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince me. Look, I'll make a deal with you. I'll consider doing the procedure necessary if you will stop calling me- for at least a week- about this. Sound good?"
Relieved, I nod my head. "Sounds great. Best response so far. I guess I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah. See ya around, bro."
"Bye."
The phone slips from my hand and hits the ground with a loud thud. He's going to think about helping Ron. Great. Hermione's face flashes through my mind. I know this is for the best. Maybe not the best for me, but certainly the best for Hermione- the one that really matters.
**
Hermione rolled over her bed in her apartment that Ron and her shared. Had shared, rather. She looked at the ring she wore on her finger, her engagement ring. The Wesley family didn't know about their engagement- even though they had known each other since they were 11 years old, the family didn't think they were ready to get married. So when Ron gave her the ring, he told her to keep it a secret- to wear it only at home. She had even already begun making the plans for the wedding- the day of the accident in fact. Harry was on tour with the quiddich team, and told her he wished he could stay, but the team needed him. She pulled her legs close to her body, and sat, thinking about the last day that Ron hadn't been in a coma.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He had acted really oddly, but then again, Ron was an oddball. She smiled at the thought of him leaving the apartment, clumsily running into the doorway. "I'm okay!" He yelled to her. She was just getting out of the shower and after wrapping a towel around her, ran out to wave before he left. He smiled the cute cheeky grin of his, turned, and went out the door. The house was a mess, and Hermione, being the perfectionist she is, had gone on a cleaning frenzy, cleaning under and around beds, under mattresses- everywhere.
While cleaning under the mattress that her fiancée slept on, she found an envelope. The writing on it was someone else's than her or Ron, or even Harry. It was extremely neat, and seemed familiar to Hermione, but she had no idea who it could be- although she knew one thing for sure- this wasn't a man's handwriting.
Before she could open the envelope, she was reminded by the little voice in her head, or her conscience- which reminded her that: a) it was wrong to go through other people's mail (even if it was her fiancée's) and b) that Ron worked in the department of mysteries, and therefore she couldn't read any of his mail- under law.
The rest of the day was a blur- the official from the Ministry of Magic coming to her house, the tears, the hospital, Mrs. Wesley sobbing in her shoulder, those distinct re-heads crying in the lobby, Harry, and herself- waiting for what the healers had to say.
A/n: That's all for now, hope u liked it!!!
Response to Reviewers:
Crazy Swimmer 27: there will be more information on Ron in the following chapters, and Harry will eventually show up.. doesn't he always?
Autumn Took: I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last two
Belle-Stevenson: hope you keep enjoying the story
American Angel: sorry about the formatting problem- all fixed now!
Blood57: thanks, and hope that you keep reading!
Melle: its nice to hear about someone else who loves Bright Eyes. Aren't they such an awesome band? The plot between the two brothers is building... In a few chapters, you'll know exactly what happened.