~ ~ ~ Seven Years Later ~ ~ ~
Ron Weasley sat on the couch in his small house only a few blocks away from Privet Drive. He was reading by the fire light, for the power had gone out about a half-hour ago because of the severe storm outside, and he couldn't find his wand in the darkness of the house (not only because it was dark. but he couldn't remember where he had placed it last). He found it funny that it had been so lovely out just a few hours ago, and had suddenly turned into such a wretched storm. Plus, the weather report had been sunny for the rest of the week. [Oh well] he thought to himself [Those muggles aren't always right] He sighed as he put his book down and, because the only warmth in his house (not to mention only light) was in the living room, he decided to just sleep there tonight. Ron grabbed a blanket near him, and laid down. [Odd weather for June] Was the last thought that crossed his mind as he dosed off, and just a few hours later, was awoken by a loud knock on his door...
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His head shot up abruptly and he awoke from a dreamless sleep. He heard the loud, harsh knock on his front door, once again. He noticed that the power had gone back on, but it was still pouring. He ran around as fast as he could, hastily looking for his wand, and found it lying next to his cereal bowl from that morning, which was still left next to the T.V.
He walked cautiously towards the door, with his wand in his right hand, ready to attack. He took in a deep breath, grabbed the door knob with his left hand, and swung open the door as fast as he could with his wand in the air, ready to fire. He immediately dropped his wand when he saw what was standing in front of him.
A helpless young woman, who looked about his age, was drenched from head to toe from the rain. She looked beat, for their were a few purple marks on her face, that were getting darker by the minute. She looked at him, and sighed with relief, then, without warning, passed out into his arms.
Ron was a bit shocked. He didn't expect her to just collapse like that. Well, he didn't expect anyone to appear at his door at three o'clock in the morning in the first place! He quickly dragged her over to his couch. It took him a while to remember the drying spell, for he obviously had a lot on his mind right now! A few seconds later he remembered the spell and murmured it. Her clothes and hair dried within seconds and he got a better look at this mysterious girl who appeared at his doorstep, drenched in rain, beat, at three o'clock in the morning. and not to mention quite pretty. [Oh lord! Get the idea out of your head! She obviously needs some help!]
Ron slowly walked towards her, and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face to get a better look. What he saw made his heart break in two; he gasped.
"Hermione!" he said out loud. Ron was sure of it! This young woman, with light freckles on her nose, and wavy golden hair was his best friend -- his childhood crush -- and Harry's old girlfriend, who was beaten to death. His eyes began to water. [No Ron, you're not going to cry, you're not going to cry.] He repeated that in his head over and over again, and finally had to turn away from her and let out a small yell of anger. [Who did this to her?! Who would dare do this to Hermione Granger?!]
He grasped her lifeless hand and began to stroke it gently. After a while he decided, that as much as he hated the idea, that he should contact Harry. for the first time in seven years.
He scribbled a letter fast, attached it to his old, and pretty much useless owl, Pig, and opened the window. Pig flew out into the horrid weather.
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Harry woke up from a bad dream about Hermione. He had been having the same dream for the past week, and was starting to get worried. His dream didn't have many details, only that she was screaming something like. what was it?. oh yes. "I don't know! -- Even if I did I'd never tell you, you filthy prat!" Then she let out a shrill scream and a cry for help. she kept screaming. it scared Harry.
Just then he heard something bang against his window. He recognized it as an owl. but who would be sending him a letter at this time of night? He went to open the window and in came a soaking wet. "Pig?!" Harry said, "Is that you?!"
Harry figured that if Ron were to send him a letter, it must be really important, since they hadn't contacted each other for seven years. He hastily opened the letter and read it aloud:
Harry,
I don't have much to say except you best come over here, Hermione appeared at my doorstep and well. she doesn't look too good.. Hurry!
-Ron
As soon as Harry read the letter he took his wand, whispered a spell the change him into cargo pants and a baggy shirt, and apparated to Ron's house.
. The sight of Hermione made him gasp.
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Hey! Hope you liked this chapter! ~OceanGirl28
Ron Weasley sat on the couch in his small house only a few blocks away from Privet Drive. He was reading by the fire light, for the power had gone out about a half-hour ago because of the severe storm outside, and he couldn't find his wand in the darkness of the house (not only because it was dark. but he couldn't remember where he had placed it last). He found it funny that it had been so lovely out just a few hours ago, and had suddenly turned into such a wretched storm. Plus, the weather report had been sunny for the rest of the week. [Oh well] he thought to himself [Those muggles aren't always right] He sighed as he put his book down and, because the only warmth in his house (not to mention only light) was in the living room, he decided to just sleep there tonight. Ron grabbed a blanket near him, and laid down. [Odd weather for June] Was the last thought that crossed his mind as he dosed off, and just a few hours later, was awoken by a loud knock on his door...
* * *
His head shot up abruptly and he awoke from a dreamless sleep. He heard the loud, harsh knock on his front door, once again. He noticed that the power had gone back on, but it was still pouring. He ran around as fast as he could, hastily looking for his wand, and found it lying next to his cereal bowl from that morning, which was still left next to the T.V.
He walked cautiously towards the door, with his wand in his right hand, ready to attack. He took in a deep breath, grabbed the door knob with his left hand, and swung open the door as fast as he could with his wand in the air, ready to fire. He immediately dropped his wand when he saw what was standing in front of him.
A helpless young woman, who looked about his age, was drenched from head to toe from the rain. She looked beat, for their were a few purple marks on her face, that were getting darker by the minute. She looked at him, and sighed with relief, then, without warning, passed out into his arms.
Ron was a bit shocked. He didn't expect her to just collapse like that. Well, he didn't expect anyone to appear at his door at three o'clock in the morning in the first place! He quickly dragged her over to his couch. It took him a while to remember the drying spell, for he obviously had a lot on his mind right now! A few seconds later he remembered the spell and murmured it. Her clothes and hair dried within seconds and he got a better look at this mysterious girl who appeared at his doorstep, drenched in rain, beat, at three o'clock in the morning. and not to mention quite pretty. [Oh lord! Get the idea out of your head! She obviously needs some help!]
Ron slowly walked towards her, and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face to get a better look. What he saw made his heart break in two; he gasped.
"Hermione!" he said out loud. Ron was sure of it! This young woman, with light freckles on her nose, and wavy golden hair was his best friend -- his childhood crush -- and Harry's old girlfriend, who was beaten to death. His eyes began to water. [No Ron, you're not going to cry, you're not going to cry.] He repeated that in his head over and over again, and finally had to turn away from her and let out a small yell of anger. [Who did this to her?! Who would dare do this to Hermione Granger?!]
He grasped her lifeless hand and began to stroke it gently. After a while he decided, that as much as he hated the idea, that he should contact Harry. for the first time in seven years.
He scribbled a letter fast, attached it to his old, and pretty much useless owl, Pig, and opened the window. Pig flew out into the horrid weather.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry woke up from a bad dream about Hermione. He had been having the same dream for the past week, and was starting to get worried. His dream didn't have many details, only that she was screaming something like. what was it?. oh yes. "I don't know! -- Even if I did I'd never tell you, you filthy prat!" Then she let out a shrill scream and a cry for help. she kept screaming. it scared Harry.
Just then he heard something bang against his window. He recognized it as an owl. but who would be sending him a letter at this time of night? He went to open the window and in came a soaking wet. "Pig?!" Harry said, "Is that you?!"
Harry figured that if Ron were to send him a letter, it must be really important, since they hadn't contacted each other for seven years. He hastily opened the letter and read it aloud:
Harry,
I don't have much to say except you best come over here, Hermione appeared at my doorstep and well. she doesn't look too good.. Hurry!
-Ron
As soon as Harry read the letter he took his wand, whispered a spell the change him into cargo pants and a baggy shirt, and apparated to Ron's house.
. The sight of Hermione made him gasp.
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Hey! Hope you liked this chapter! ~OceanGirl28