-CHAPTER TWO-
Bad News
She sat on the sofa, staring into space.
She checked her watch. Four o'clock. AM. She had stayed up all night long. Waiting. She wiped a tear from her cheek. Something bad had happened. She just knew it. After all, she'd known Ron since they were eleven. She could remember clearly, walking into his and Harry's compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It had taken them nine and a half years for them to realise they belonged together. She couldn't help regretting all the time they had wasted, insisting they hated each other.
There was a loud knock, and she ran to the door. She knew it couldn't be Ron- he would have apparated. She wondered who it could be. Then she realised she already knew. Mr. Levvitt was stood on the doorstep looking weary. Hermione wiped away another tear. Her worst fear had been realised.
'Hello, Mr. Levvitt.' She invited him in.
'Oh, Hermione, you've already heard,' seeing her puffy eyes.
'Oh god.' she collapsed to the floor in tears. 'What happened?'
'I'm afraid Ron's missing. He went to see to a bit of trouble. Death Eaters. Katie Bell's body has already been found.'
'No.' she choked. 'Please. No.' * 'Where's Daddy?'
'I don't know darling. Finish your toast.' She wiped away another tear.
The whole Weasley family then appeared out of nowhere. She stood up, and then collapsed into Ginny's arms.
Mrs. Weasley bustled about making more tea. She was trying hard to fight back the tears. 'What happened exactly?'
'Levvitt came round, at four in the morning. I'd stayed up all night. I knew there was something wrong,' as she wept; Ginny gave her a comforting look through her own tears.
'He said Ron'd gone round to a Muggle village, and the Death Eaters got hold of him. They killed Katy Bell, they found her body, but no one knows what's happened to Ron.' All the Weasleys looked if they were fighting back tears. Then Mrs. Weasley spoke from behind her teapot.
'You're moving to the Burrow. You're not staying here on your own,'
'I'm not on my own, I've got Josh'
'Yes, and a new baby on the way. How are you supposed to cope? There's no chance you're staying here. Come on. Start packing.'
The other Weasleys nodded in agreement. * Ron could not quite believe what had just happened. He had a deep gash to his head, but he was immune to his pain. He could think of nothing but Hermione and Josh.
He lay pitifully on he floor. Katy had put up a struggle and she had been killed instantly. Ron had somehow lost his wand so he could do nothing, except watch the life drain away from her body. It had been thought Ron was dead, as he had been used as a punch bag.
He lay on the ground, not knowing what to do. He could barely move, but he knew he had to get away.
A dark figure walked past and he immediately pretended to be dead. The figure snorted. Malfoy.
Ron saw his chance. As he turned, Ron leaped on him, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. Ron fled.
He ran as fast as possible. He had no way of getting home- he had no idea were he was, and he was void of a wand. He crept into a nearby forest, hoping he wood be hidden in the rich foliage. Eventually, he collapsed into a ditch, and he lay there, unconscious.
Bad News
She sat on the sofa, staring into space.
She checked her watch. Four o'clock. AM. She had stayed up all night long. Waiting. She wiped a tear from her cheek. Something bad had happened. She just knew it. After all, she'd known Ron since they were eleven. She could remember clearly, walking into his and Harry's compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It had taken them nine and a half years for them to realise they belonged together. She couldn't help regretting all the time they had wasted, insisting they hated each other.
There was a loud knock, and she ran to the door. She knew it couldn't be Ron- he would have apparated. She wondered who it could be. Then she realised she already knew. Mr. Levvitt was stood on the doorstep looking weary. Hermione wiped away another tear. Her worst fear had been realised.
'Hello, Mr. Levvitt.' She invited him in.
'Oh, Hermione, you've already heard,' seeing her puffy eyes.
'Oh god.' she collapsed to the floor in tears. 'What happened?'
'I'm afraid Ron's missing. He went to see to a bit of trouble. Death Eaters. Katie Bell's body has already been found.'
'No.' she choked. 'Please. No.' * 'Where's Daddy?'
'I don't know darling. Finish your toast.' She wiped away another tear.
The whole Weasley family then appeared out of nowhere. She stood up, and then collapsed into Ginny's arms.
Mrs. Weasley bustled about making more tea. She was trying hard to fight back the tears. 'What happened exactly?'
'Levvitt came round, at four in the morning. I'd stayed up all night. I knew there was something wrong,' as she wept; Ginny gave her a comforting look through her own tears.
'He said Ron'd gone round to a Muggle village, and the Death Eaters got hold of him. They killed Katy Bell, they found her body, but no one knows what's happened to Ron.' All the Weasleys looked if they were fighting back tears. Then Mrs. Weasley spoke from behind her teapot.
'You're moving to the Burrow. You're not staying here on your own,'
'I'm not on my own, I've got Josh'
'Yes, and a new baby on the way. How are you supposed to cope? There's no chance you're staying here. Come on. Start packing.'
The other Weasleys nodded in agreement. * Ron could not quite believe what had just happened. He had a deep gash to his head, but he was immune to his pain. He could think of nothing but Hermione and Josh.
He lay pitifully on he floor. Katy had put up a struggle and she had been killed instantly. Ron had somehow lost his wand so he could do nothing, except watch the life drain away from her body. It had been thought Ron was dead, as he had been used as a punch bag.
He lay on the ground, not knowing what to do. He could barely move, but he knew he had to get away.
A dark figure walked past and he immediately pretended to be dead. The figure snorted. Malfoy.
Ron saw his chance. As he turned, Ron leaped on him, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. Ron fled.
He ran as fast as possible. He had no way of getting home- he had no idea were he was, and he was void of a wand. He crept into a nearby forest, hoping he wood be hidden in the rich foliage. Eventually, he collapsed into a ditch, and he lay there, unconscious.
