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Dedication: This chapter is for my reviewers, but ESPECIALLY for *Xodox*. She was so kind as to give my 53 descriptive words of my story. So, this chapter is for you.
Disclaimer: *bows to cuz (Azkaban Fugitive)* you are so great (and beautiful and smart and witty, etc.) for your help!
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ron's P.O.V
I stared out the window at the stars for what seemed like hours. Everything was silent as the first rays of sunlight appeared, and everyone, except for me, was asleep. The light chirps of birds began to ring musically through the morning as I thought about Hermione. I'd made a firm decision that I would talk to her about the "Voldemort dream" she'd had.
With a partially eased mind I stood and walked to my made bed. I was halfway there when I heard the scream. I was startled at first and stopped, but with a sinking heart, I realized that the source of the all the bloodcurdling shouting was Hermione.
In a rush, I ran to the door and across the cold floor to the girls dormitory. Pushing the door open, I found Hermione sitting up, screaming and muttering incoherently. Parvati and Lavender were cowering in a corner looking petrified.
I dashed to Hermione and grabbed her hand to signal I was there. She clutched onto it, and her screams died away. Her muttering continued for another minute however. I tried desperately to make out the words she was repeating aloud over and over, but only managed to make out a single word. The word happened to be 'protect'. If only she would talk to someone…anyone.
Surely she'd open up soon, there had to be some person at Hogwarts she could confide in. It was a pity that each time I thought of it, I believed it less and less. Hermione began to mutter my name, and I put aside my thoughts for the time being.
"I'm here, it's okay. You had that dream…that very bad dream. It'll all be okay; just tell me what it was about," I urged importantly.
"No, don't! Please don't!" Hermione shrieked in a pleading voice. Then all was silent.
"Is she--dead?" Parvati asked in fear.
"Parvati, you really can be stupid sometimes. Of course she's not dead, she's asleep," I snapped, glaring at her. Parvati gasped in shock before turning away from me.
"What happened to her?" Neville asked silently. Questioning nods followed the inquiry.
I ignored the question due the fact I couldn't answer it. What could be wrong with her…was she going mad?
After ushering everyone out of the dorm, I began to think about the 'dream' that had kept me awake all through the previous night. I had finally found out that Voldemort had nothing to do with it. Harry had been right when he'd said it all had to do with her family. How did a protector fit into that? I asked Harry just that question.
"Ron, I honestly can't tell you what it means. All I do know is Hermione's really affected by this. Did you see her Transfiguration paper? She hardly met the minimum!" Harry replied in truth.
The last few people left the common room, and I silently walked to the couch. The last thought that drifted through my mind was that she might have fun when we went to the DADA Sword and Knife booth.
******
"Did you here that scream last night?" I heard someone unknown first year ask.
"Oh yeah, that girl woke everyone up! What was her problem anyway?" Another voice answered back.
I sat up to find myself in the common room where I had unexpectedly fallen asleep. The room was now filled with early rising Gryffindors and the usual early morning silence was shattered. The girls had reminded me of last night, and I pushed through the crowd to the girls dorm.
I knocked lightly on the door before asking if Hermione was up yet.
"One second Ron, I'll be out in a minute," Hermione replied through the closed door. I sighed in relief as I heard the normal voice float through the air. Hermione was true to her word, and opened the door in under a minute.
"You all right Hermione?" I asked as soon as she stepped into the hallway.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for last night, Parvati told me about it," Hermione replied, a light blush covering her cheeks.
"No problem, now hurry, I have a surprise for you," I urged, holding out my hand.
"What could that be, good sir?"
"Ah, my fair lady, come and you shall see," I replied, leading the way to our destination.
"Now where exactly is this place at?" Hermione asked within five minutes of walking through Hogwarts.
"We're almost there, don't worry," I reassured. We walked out the entrance hall and to the Quidditch field.
"There's no game today, why are we here?" Hermione inquired.
"Well I'm not sure if you heard the announcement in DADA, but there's supposed to be an ancient display here today. It all has to do with the lesson of course. I thought you might want to see it before everyone else does," I answered, leading her over to the elegant display shelf.
She smiled in what looked like confusion before looking at the shelf. That was when the color drained from her face. She stumbled back and her eyes widened in fear before she dropped to her knees.
"Hermione, what is it? Are you all right? What do you see?" I hollered, shaking her fiercely.
Hermione began to tremble, and pointed to a yellow patch of grass, "The-there she is! Oh god, help me! I don't want to die!"
"Hermione, dammit, tell me who she is! What's happening to you," I shouted loudly, turning her face to mine.
She launched into a set of sobs, and started to claw at my hands in desperation. All the while she screamed, "Monster, leave me alone! I hate you."
The shelf looked normal to me, just as everything else did. What was it that Hermione alone could see? I restrained her hands, "What do you see Hermione, who's there?" I asked in urgency.
Hermione bowed her head in defeat. "It's her. The woman in my dreams, the woman the oracle talked about, that's her!" Hermione screamed, once again pointing to the yellowed patch of grass.
"What are you talking about, what's in your dreams if it's not Voldemort?" I urged questioningly.
"Oh Ron, it's just horrid! I don't know what to do anymore! It's always the same hall, same place, and same room. She's just standing there, that woman I must know. Oh but she's so ugly and she's holding that bloody sword. Then she just starts laughing, and that music box you got me starts playing. The last thing she does is smash the ground with the sword; she cracked the cement with it!" Hermione shrieked, trembling as she muttered the final sentence.
I was silent as I registered what she had just told me. Someone wanted her dead. Sweet, kind Hermione…dead. "This is important Hermione," I said with a pause, "what did that oracle tell you?"
"I don't even know! That bat seemed so ridiculous at first, and right when I was going to leave, she asked me if I'd been dreaming. Ron, she knew all about it! You know what she said then? She said I had 'the pureness of heart' and the woman in my dream wanted it!" Hermione replied in hysteria.
"What else Hermione!" I insisted, trying to figure out how 'protect' fit in with all of this.
"Then she told me I needed a protector, and I asked if it was Harry. She didn't answer me; now I don't even know how I'm supposed to be saved," Hermione acknowledged, slumping tiredly in my arms.
Quite suddenly everything made perfect sense to me. I stared at the display of knifes, seeing them in a whole new light. I willed it to shatter, and as we sat, the knifes blurred.
"Oh no, it's raining!" Hermione exclaimed. A flash of lightening and a roll of thunder caught my attention.
I smiled in twisted amusement as the raging rains pounded upon the display glass. I held Hermione even closer; "How about we go inside?"
"Let's go," Hermione said with a nod before shivering. We both stood, and ran hurriedly to the entrance hall.
"Don't you worry Hermione, there's nothing that will hurt you. That old hag can only hurt you in your dreams," I said comfortingly.
No one was going to hurt her if I had anything to do with it.
******
"Where have you two been? It's pouring outside, you're both mad," Ginny shouted the minute we entered the warm common room.
"You noticed too?" I questioned sardonically as a pool of water grew larger and larger around Hermione and I.
"Of course I did, now go and change at once! You'll both get colds, and in March too! Hurry up, don't just stand there, GO!" Ginny said in amusement, pointing to the staircase repeatedly.
"We're going ri-ri-ACHOO! Right now," Hermione answered, sneezing loudly.
I entered my empty dorm and changed quickly. I was sitting in the common room by the time Hermione came back down.
"Ron, I really want to thank you for listening to me. I fell a lot better all ready," Hermione said, speaking before I could.
"I'm just so glad that you finally told me. You've been so changed by this. You're not even paying attention in class!" I replied, wondering if she had realized that already.
"Oh dear, I'm not even sure of the lessons subjects! How did I manage to fool everyone this long?" Hermione replied in inquiry.
"I don't think you were fooling too many people. We were really worried," I said speaking for everyone.
"Um, Ron, what will we do now? About the dreams, and I did see that lady again today out on the Quidditch field," Hermione said timidly.
"Well, we have to stop her. She won't get to you, remember that!" I said, repeating the promise I'd made.
Hermione frowned in concentration; "You know what seems strange? I'm having all these dreams, and it's after you gave me the music box. A box about dreams, that's in my dreams, important to the dream."
I gasped. "That's it," I exclaimed, "quick Hermione, bring that box down here!"
Hermione still looked puzzled, but retrieved the wooden box without complaints. "What did you figure out?" Hermione asked, holding out the box.
I didn't bother taking it out of her hands, and immediately pushed the heart button.
Darkness overcame me, and I felt a sharp yank on my nose. Next thing I knew, I was falling through nothingness, a laugh echoing through my ears. Then that melody began to play---Dream, Dream, Dream, Dreeeeam….
A/N: Well? What do you peeps think? Tell me…I need to get me some of those….reviews! Please comment, TELL. Otherwise this story will just fly away to the moon, and you will NEVER EVER know what happens. Only I will, because I already have the next chapter nearing its end.
My quote for the day that is
"The British are coming! The British are coming!"
Dedication: This chapter is for my reviewers, but ESPECIALLY for *Xodox*. She was so kind as to give my 53 descriptive words of my story. So, this chapter is for you.
Disclaimer: *bows to cuz (Azkaban Fugitive)* you are so great (and beautiful and smart and witty, etc.) for your help!
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ron's P.O.V
I stared out the window at the stars for what seemed like hours. Everything was silent as the first rays of sunlight appeared, and everyone, except for me, was asleep. The light chirps of birds began to ring musically through the morning as I thought about Hermione. I'd made a firm decision that I would talk to her about the "Voldemort dream" she'd had.
With a partially eased mind I stood and walked to my made bed. I was halfway there when I heard the scream. I was startled at first and stopped, but with a sinking heart, I realized that the source of the all the bloodcurdling shouting was Hermione.
In a rush, I ran to the door and across the cold floor to the girls dormitory. Pushing the door open, I found Hermione sitting up, screaming and muttering incoherently. Parvati and Lavender were cowering in a corner looking petrified.
I dashed to Hermione and grabbed her hand to signal I was there. She clutched onto it, and her screams died away. Her muttering continued for another minute however. I tried desperately to make out the words she was repeating aloud over and over, but only managed to make out a single word. The word happened to be 'protect'. If only she would talk to someone…anyone.
Surely she'd open up soon, there had to be some person at Hogwarts she could confide in. It was a pity that each time I thought of it, I believed it less and less. Hermione began to mutter my name, and I put aside my thoughts for the time being.
"I'm here, it's okay. You had that dream…that very bad dream. It'll all be okay; just tell me what it was about," I urged importantly.
"No, don't! Please don't!" Hermione shrieked in a pleading voice. Then all was silent.
"Is she--dead?" Parvati asked in fear.
"Parvati, you really can be stupid sometimes. Of course she's not dead, she's asleep," I snapped, glaring at her. Parvati gasped in shock before turning away from me.
"What happened to her?" Neville asked silently. Questioning nods followed the inquiry.
I ignored the question due the fact I couldn't answer it. What could be wrong with her…was she going mad?
After ushering everyone out of the dorm, I began to think about the 'dream' that had kept me awake all through the previous night. I had finally found out that Voldemort had nothing to do with it. Harry had been right when he'd said it all had to do with her family. How did a protector fit into that? I asked Harry just that question.
"Ron, I honestly can't tell you what it means. All I do know is Hermione's really affected by this. Did you see her Transfiguration paper? She hardly met the minimum!" Harry replied in truth.
The last few people left the common room, and I silently walked to the couch. The last thought that drifted through my mind was that she might have fun when we went to the DADA Sword and Knife booth.
******
"Did you here that scream last night?" I heard someone unknown first year ask.
"Oh yeah, that girl woke everyone up! What was her problem anyway?" Another voice answered back.
I sat up to find myself in the common room where I had unexpectedly fallen asleep. The room was now filled with early rising Gryffindors and the usual early morning silence was shattered. The girls had reminded me of last night, and I pushed through the crowd to the girls dorm.
I knocked lightly on the door before asking if Hermione was up yet.
"One second Ron, I'll be out in a minute," Hermione replied through the closed door. I sighed in relief as I heard the normal voice float through the air. Hermione was true to her word, and opened the door in under a minute.
"You all right Hermione?" I asked as soon as she stepped into the hallway.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for last night, Parvati told me about it," Hermione replied, a light blush covering her cheeks.
"No problem, now hurry, I have a surprise for you," I urged, holding out my hand.
"What could that be, good sir?"
"Ah, my fair lady, come and you shall see," I replied, leading the way to our destination.
"Now where exactly is this place at?" Hermione asked within five minutes of walking through Hogwarts.
"We're almost there, don't worry," I reassured. We walked out the entrance hall and to the Quidditch field.
"There's no game today, why are we here?" Hermione inquired.
"Well I'm not sure if you heard the announcement in DADA, but there's supposed to be an ancient display here today. It all has to do with the lesson of course. I thought you might want to see it before everyone else does," I answered, leading her over to the elegant display shelf.
She smiled in what looked like confusion before looking at the shelf. That was when the color drained from her face. She stumbled back and her eyes widened in fear before she dropped to her knees.
"Hermione, what is it? Are you all right? What do you see?" I hollered, shaking her fiercely.
Hermione began to tremble, and pointed to a yellow patch of grass, "The-there she is! Oh god, help me! I don't want to die!"
"Hermione, dammit, tell me who she is! What's happening to you," I shouted loudly, turning her face to mine.
She launched into a set of sobs, and started to claw at my hands in desperation. All the while she screamed, "Monster, leave me alone! I hate you."
The shelf looked normal to me, just as everything else did. What was it that Hermione alone could see? I restrained her hands, "What do you see Hermione, who's there?" I asked in urgency.
Hermione bowed her head in defeat. "It's her. The woman in my dreams, the woman the oracle talked about, that's her!" Hermione screamed, once again pointing to the yellowed patch of grass.
"What are you talking about, what's in your dreams if it's not Voldemort?" I urged questioningly.
"Oh Ron, it's just horrid! I don't know what to do anymore! It's always the same hall, same place, and same room. She's just standing there, that woman I must know. Oh but she's so ugly and she's holding that bloody sword. Then she just starts laughing, and that music box you got me starts playing. The last thing she does is smash the ground with the sword; she cracked the cement with it!" Hermione shrieked, trembling as she muttered the final sentence.
I was silent as I registered what she had just told me. Someone wanted her dead. Sweet, kind Hermione…dead. "This is important Hermione," I said with a pause, "what did that oracle tell you?"
"I don't even know! That bat seemed so ridiculous at first, and right when I was going to leave, she asked me if I'd been dreaming. Ron, she knew all about it! You know what she said then? She said I had 'the pureness of heart' and the woman in my dream wanted it!" Hermione replied in hysteria.
"What else Hermione!" I insisted, trying to figure out how 'protect' fit in with all of this.
"Then she told me I needed a protector, and I asked if it was Harry. She didn't answer me; now I don't even know how I'm supposed to be saved," Hermione acknowledged, slumping tiredly in my arms.
Quite suddenly everything made perfect sense to me. I stared at the display of knifes, seeing them in a whole new light. I willed it to shatter, and as we sat, the knifes blurred.
"Oh no, it's raining!" Hermione exclaimed. A flash of lightening and a roll of thunder caught my attention.
I smiled in twisted amusement as the raging rains pounded upon the display glass. I held Hermione even closer; "How about we go inside?"
"Let's go," Hermione said with a nod before shivering. We both stood, and ran hurriedly to the entrance hall.
"Don't you worry Hermione, there's nothing that will hurt you. That old hag can only hurt you in your dreams," I said comfortingly.
No one was going to hurt her if I had anything to do with it.
******
"Where have you two been? It's pouring outside, you're both mad," Ginny shouted the minute we entered the warm common room.
"You noticed too?" I questioned sardonically as a pool of water grew larger and larger around Hermione and I.
"Of course I did, now go and change at once! You'll both get colds, and in March too! Hurry up, don't just stand there, GO!" Ginny said in amusement, pointing to the staircase repeatedly.
"We're going ri-ri-ACHOO! Right now," Hermione answered, sneezing loudly.
I entered my empty dorm and changed quickly. I was sitting in the common room by the time Hermione came back down.
"Ron, I really want to thank you for listening to me. I fell a lot better all ready," Hermione said, speaking before I could.
"I'm just so glad that you finally told me. You've been so changed by this. You're not even paying attention in class!" I replied, wondering if she had realized that already.
"Oh dear, I'm not even sure of the lessons subjects! How did I manage to fool everyone this long?" Hermione replied in inquiry.
"I don't think you were fooling too many people. We were really worried," I said speaking for everyone.
"Um, Ron, what will we do now? About the dreams, and I did see that lady again today out on the Quidditch field," Hermione said timidly.
"Well, we have to stop her. She won't get to you, remember that!" I said, repeating the promise I'd made.
Hermione frowned in concentration; "You know what seems strange? I'm having all these dreams, and it's after you gave me the music box. A box about dreams, that's in my dreams, important to the dream."
I gasped. "That's it," I exclaimed, "quick Hermione, bring that box down here!"
Hermione still looked puzzled, but retrieved the wooden box without complaints. "What did you figure out?" Hermione asked, holding out the box.
I didn't bother taking it out of her hands, and immediately pushed the heart button.
Darkness overcame me, and I felt a sharp yank on my nose. Next thing I knew, I was falling through nothingness, a laugh echoing through my ears. Then that melody began to play---Dream, Dream, Dream, Dreeeeam….
A/N: Well? What do you peeps think? Tell me…I need to get me some of those….reviews! Please comment, TELL. Otherwise this story will just fly away to the moon, and you will NEVER EVER know what happens. Only I will, because I already have the next chapter nearing its end.
My quote for the day that is
"The British are coming! The British are coming!"