A/N: Hey guys. This is kinda like sorta like maybe the climaxyist point in the story. (I know those aren't words) So read and enjoy. Ron and Hermione are in Alvirah's…kitchen? Read to find out!
Disclaimer: It's not mine, nothing is miiiiiiine. Ain't it sooooo sad?! *stops* Wait a second, yes! Alvirah Sheath and Greffy are mine, all mine. (You may borrow if you say please)
Dedication: Hello there, this is dedicated to Azkaban Fugitive and Moonglow. Check out their stuff.
Thank You: AZ I luv you! You are soooo very helpful and I wish I could be just like you! Thank You, Muchos Gracias, Dakuem. (or however it is in Slovak)
Reviewer's Gift: *Hands lollipops to all reviewers* you are all so great!
Note: ~*Is a memory*~
Alas…
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
P.O.V-Hermione, Ron, who knows…
I slowly began to open my eyes, trying to determine where I was. "Ron, where are you, this isn't funny," I shrieked loudly. The silence remained. "Oh God," I whispered nervously. The darkness surrounded me, and my voice continued its echoing.
I took a step forward silently, contemplating which direction would be best to follow. It seemed instinctive to take the center path; it was better than being sidetracked. The walls around me were dark gray--almost black--and I couldn't tell if it was a cave or a hallway. I continued forward anyway, willing myself not to glance to the side again.
While I was attempting to find the good things I said to Ron, I heard a light dripping sound. I halted entirely, seeking the source of the sound. However, I was completely mystified when it became louder and louder, even as I stood motionless. At that moment, I found the strength to move quickly forward, because I'd suddenly realized I never had said sorry to Ron for all the cruel things I did to him. What if I never could now?
I began to jog and stumble as I ran my hand over the crumbling rock walls. I kept going and going, praying I'd find something soon, praying I'd find Ron soon. At long last, I felt the cold doorknob beneath my hands. I yanked the door open joyously, and dashed through. I resumed to my path when quite suddenly I heard a loud rumbling. Turning around quickly, I returned to the door, but when I searched for the knob, I couldn't find it.
Gasping for breath I realized that the door would close each time I went through it, and the last room I entered…would have no escape.
******
Hermione continued walking the narrow passage in fear, getting closer to her doom with each step she took. Meanwhile, Ron sat in shackles, a silencing charm on him. He pulled desperately on the cold chains, trying to slip them off. However, each time he pulled, they seemed to tighten even more than before. The same thought ran repeatedly through his head, causing him to pull even more. "What If Hermione's gotten herself caught? What if she can't be protected by anyone?!"
A minute went by, followed by another, and as they went Ron stared into the darkness. The circulation in his arms and legs began to slow, and Ron was finally giving into the dizziness taking over him. Before he passed out again, he envisioned Hermione yelling his name and opening a door. All he knew was that the door wasn't the one leading into the room he lay in…
******
"Hello," I mumbled…there was no reply. I shivered as my voice died away. Sighing, I squinted to the remainder of the narrow space ahead of me. That was when I heard the dripping again, a looming, deadly sound.
I immediately felt ready to give up and stop looking, but then I saw it, the light. A light glow from the farthest point I could see. My mind began to register that concept, and I realized that Ron would be in there; Ron would know exactly what to do.
I madly dashed for the light, stumbling and falling as I went. At last I reached the door and hastily ran in after wrenching it open. The pounding of rocks sounded behind me and I gasped as I realized just where I was…a room…A room with no escape.
The room reeked from death and appeared to be a dreary atmosphere. A wooden table was placed in the center of the room, and upon it lay a single black candle with a flickering red light. I couldn't help shivering as the fiery red flame flickered murderously.
"Ron?" I asked, looking around me sullenly. The long-awaited answer didn't come. "Ron!" I shouted pleadingly.
"You stupid girl, your little friend isn't going to be helping you! There's no one to help you," A high-pitched voice shrieked. I froze, and turned slowly, fearing what I would see. The rest of the room was dark, and I'd paid it no mind when I first came in. Now, I could make out a figure standing tall.
"W-who are you?" I asked in terror.
"Oh, sweet Hermione, don't you remember me? Why, I'm only a good old friend," the woman said in a different voice entirely.
"Ms.---Sheath?" I exclaimed in horror.
"Of course, deary, and I must say I have been waiting a long time for you. Oh yes…a long time. Now it is finally time for me to have the power," Ms. Sheath replied. She turned to face me for the first time and I gasped. This couldn't possibly be the Alvirah Sheath that had been a neighbor of mine for all my life. This was an ugly monster.
She had on tattered black robes that looked as though they'd been folded in a closet for years. Her black-gray hair was tangled and clumped on her head. She stood tall and straight, far more than I did.
The once blue eyes that held compassion and kindness were now a sickly yellow-green. However, the ugliness really came from the puny face and the hateful expression that was etched on it. Her eyes glowed in hate and I felt a fresh burst of fear rush through me. With it, though, I found myself feeling sorrow for this…thing…she had become. That sorrow was quickly destroyed in only a minute's time.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, although I knew that answer already.
"Don't be silly, I want your pureness of heart!" Alvirah answered with a light laugh.
"My what?" I inquired, trying to buy as much time as I possibly could.
"Don't tell me you don't know! It's a heart full of beauty, kindness, and everything else attractive. That's just what it does, attracts people to you. Not for much longer though, soon I'll attract people to me," Alvirah stated calmly.
"How?" I whispered silently as I took a step back.
"You just aren't grasping the power that comes to you! There is no one else that you know or have even seen with a heart like yours, and you're not even using the advantages," Alvirah explained, looking at me in shock.
"What advantages?" I asked innocently.
"Lord, don't tell me you don't know any of this! You can make yourself hated or you can make yourself be adored and worshipped. You have the power to change a person's mind, arrogant or not. You can be the belle of the ball! Yet, you don't do any of this!" Alvirah cried out in a building anger. Her face was lit with greed by the time she finished her talking.
"Oh, sure I do!" I retorted.
"No dear, convincing a few people isn't what I mean. I'm talking about everyone," she said accentuating the word "dear".
"Even Muggles?" I questioned, after a moments silence.
Alvirah nodded, "I said everyone, I mean everyone."
"Why would you want someone to hate you?" I asked, quizzically.
"You're asking silly questions now. You'd want someone to hate you so you'll get something you want from someone else," she replied, acting as if I should have known it already.
"Why exactly do you need all that? You've already lived your life, there's nothing left for you. Didn't you say your childhood and teen years were wonderful? Wasn't it you that said others should envy you?" I inquired cautiously.
"You believe in everything you hear, don't you? My childhood was hell...drunken father always yelling, mother always going out to the clubs to get a few Galleons. My teen years were worse, "Poor little Alvirah, ugly little lost girl, sitting all alone." That's how it was my whole life, and on my wedding day, my husband was supposed to say 'I do', but he said he loved my best friend!" A moments silence passed and nothing was said.
"W-," I was cut off though, by Ms. Sheath's continuing rage.
"That was then, now I have years in store for me. Those years will be my best lived. I will be the glorious idol I never was. I shall have your heart tonight!" Alvirah exclaimed, the look of malice growing in her eyes. I couldn't help feeling as if I'd just made things a bit worse. All I could think of now was bringing the subject around to Ron.
"The only person I attract is Ron, who you've probably done gone and killed!" I snapped in anger.
"I haven't killed your stupid little friend…not yet at least, he may be of some use. For now he'll be staying locked up in the dungeons," Alvirah snapped back, her mood worsening.
I let out a silent sigh but Alvirah caught it, and she was no idiot.
"Relieved are you, it's this precious Ronnie you're after, huh? Well, I'll let you know, he'll go with you," Alvirah stated, grinning. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.
"Go with me where, exactly?" I asked gulping.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Alvirah replied with a mocking smile. She wanted Ron dead too then, but I wouldn't let her get to him…not Ron.
Now I was scared. Ron was locked away and no one else knew where I was or how to get here. Alvirah Sheath had caught on to the point of my questioning, and was now in a rage. I no longer asked anything, but stood in silence praying my last prayers.
******
"Hermione! Where are you?" Ron hollered for the billionth time. He still received no answer. Ron was beginning to get the feeling she was in danger. He sat racking his mind for a spell that would help him get free. He could evoke nothing that would help even remotely. As he was muttering nonsense a sudden noise erupted from afar.
He heard the scream that had awoken Hogwarts just a while ago.
"Hermione! Wait for me, I'm coming," Ron shouted. Anger built up in him and with all the force he could muster, he succeeded in tearing the chains off the wall. The shackles weighed him down and blood dripped from his wrists but it didn't stop him from running through the narrow entrapping rooms. He stopped at last to find himself at a dead end. Turning, he immediately began to dash back, but halted as he heard Hermione's voice shout 'Leave Ron alone'!
Ron dashed back to the wall and ran his hands over it. This time he felt the knob and pulled the door open.
"Well, lookie who we have here. Someone wants to join us after all," Alvirah spat out sardonically.
"Ron!" I shouted in joy. He was alive and he was here to stop this all.
"Don't be celebrating too long, he'll be first to go," Alvirah remarked. As she said so, she twirled Ron's wand triumphantly.
"NO!" I shouted, not wanting to believe it.
"We duel…Muggle way," Alvirah said lifting a long slender saber.
"To the death," Ron said with a challenging glint in his eyes. I watched in horror as Ron, too, lifted a sword from the floor.
I was horror-struck as the first hit of metal was exchanged. Alvirah then landed an earth-shattering blow to the ground and suddenly it all came to me.
~*The music box lay atop a small pillow playing its melody softly. I always fell asleep to the sound and it was always like that, every night. Not tonight though. Tonight, there was no music…no box. "Mother where's my music box?" a five year old me screamed.
"I'm sorry dear it's gone. Your father looked, Ms. Sheath looked, and even old Greffy looked. No one found anything. I'm afraid it's lost." Mother's reply echoed loudly.
"Lucky to get if from that store, last one," Ron's voice said silently.*~
I finally made the conclusion that I could never make before…Alvirah had stolen the music box, and she sold it to Ron to get to me. How could I have been so stupid? All we needed to escape was the button on that box.
I knew immediately where it was and with a last breath I slid past Ron and ran to the corner where Alvirah had been hidden moments ago. It sat on a table surrounded by candles. I grabbed it and turned to the duel. Blood was dripping from Alvirah's face, and she looked insanely determined.
Both of them swung around and I shrieked as the sword rammed into Ron's chest. Alvirah ripped it back out to strike again. Ron was faster, and with an expression of anguish, he swung at Alvirah's stomach. She gasped before falling to the floor. Swords clanked to the floor simultaneously as Ron, too, fell to his knees. Blood cascaded to the floor, bringing back memories of the red bow that had tied the music box shut on Christmas.
"Ron! Oh God, Ron, it'll be all right!" I exclaimed, grasping his arm.
"Of course…my damsel," Ron squeaked out with a light smile. I wanted to cry. Instead I kissed him passionately before grasping both his and Alvirah's hands. I inhaled, and then pressed the glistening pink heart.
The familiar yank under my nose was comforting for the first time ever.
end
A/N: SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY,
Woo that took WAY toooooo long. Um, if anyone still remembers me thank you. Love all my reviewers and I just want to say that in order for me to post another chapter I sadly must have 60 reviews…please???
My quote for the day that is
"If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil, you yourself will become ugly."
Paramahansa Yogananda
Disclaimer: It's not mine, nothing is miiiiiiine. Ain't it sooooo sad?! *stops* Wait a second, yes! Alvirah Sheath and Greffy are mine, all mine. (You may borrow if you say please)
Dedication: Hello there, this is dedicated to Azkaban Fugitive and Moonglow. Check out their stuff.
Thank You: AZ I luv you! You are soooo very helpful and I wish I could be just like you! Thank You, Muchos Gracias, Dakuem. (or however it is in Slovak)
Reviewer's Gift: *Hands lollipops to all reviewers* you are all so great!
Note: ~*Is a memory*~
Alas…
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
P.O.V-Hermione, Ron, who knows…
I slowly began to open my eyes, trying to determine where I was. "Ron, where are you, this isn't funny," I shrieked loudly. The silence remained. "Oh God," I whispered nervously. The darkness surrounded me, and my voice continued its echoing.
I took a step forward silently, contemplating which direction would be best to follow. It seemed instinctive to take the center path; it was better than being sidetracked. The walls around me were dark gray--almost black--and I couldn't tell if it was a cave or a hallway. I continued forward anyway, willing myself not to glance to the side again.
While I was attempting to find the good things I said to Ron, I heard a light dripping sound. I halted entirely, seeking the source of the sound. However, I was completely mystified when it became louder and louder, even as I stood motionless. At that moment, I found the strength to move quickly forward, because I'd suddenly realized I never had said sorry to Ron for all the cruel things I did to him. What if I never could now?
I began to jog and stumble as I ran my hand over the crumbling rock walls. I kept going and going, praying I'd find something soon, praying I'd find Ron soon. At long last, I felt the cold doorknob beneath my hands. I yanked the door open joyously, and dashed through. I resumed to my path when quite suddenly I heard a loud rumbling. Turning around quickly, I returned to the door, but when I searched for the knob, I couldn't find it.
Gasping for breath I realized that the door would close each time I went through it, and the last room I entered…would have no escape.
******
Hermione continued walking the narrow passage in fear, getting closer to her doom with each step she took. Meanwhile, Ron sat in shackles, a silencing charm on him. He pulled desperately on the cold chains, trying to slip them off. However, each time he pulled, they seemed to tighten even more than before. The same thought ran repeatedly through his head, causing him to pull even more. "What If Hermione's gotten herself caught? What if she can't be protected by anyone?!"
A minute went by, followed by another, and as they went Ron stared into the darkness. The circulation in his arms and legs began to slow, and Ron was finally giving into the dizziness taking over him. Before he passed out again, he envisioned Hermione yelling his name and opening a door. All he knew was that the door wasn't the one leading into the room he lay in…
******
"Hello," I mumbled…there was no reply. I shivered as my voice died away. Sighing, I squinted to the remainder of the narrow space ahead of me. That was when I heard the dripping again, a looming, deadly sound.
I immediately felt ready to give up and stop looking, but then I saw it, the light. A light glow from the farthest point I could see. My mind began to register that concept, and I realized that Ron would be in there; Ron would know exactly what to do.
I madly dashed for the light, stumbling and falling as I went. At last I reached the door and hastily ran in after wrenching it open. The pounding of rocks sounded behind me and I gasped as I realized just where I was…a room…A room with no escape.
The room reeked from death and appeared to be a dreary atmosphere. A wooden table was placed in the center of the room, and upon it lay a single black candle with a flickering red light. I couldn't help shivering as the fiery red flame flickered murderously.
"Ron?" I asked, looking around me sullenly. The long-awaited answer didn't come. "Ron!" I shouted pleadingly.
"You stupid girl, your little friend isn't going to be helping you! There's no one to help you," A high-pitched voice shrieked. I froze, and turned slowly, fearing what I would see. The rest of the room was dark, and I'd paid it no mind when I first came in. Now, I could make out a figure standing tall.
"W-who are you?" I asked in terror.
"Oh, sweet Hermione, don't you remember me? Why, I'm only a good old friend," the woman said in a different voice entirely.
"Ms.---Sheath?" I exclaimed in horror.
"Of course, deary, and I must say I have been waiting a long time for you. Oh yes…a long time. Now it is finally time for me to have the power," Ms. Sheath replied. She turned to face me for the first time and I gasped. This couldn't possibly be the Alvirah Sheath that had been a neighbor of mine for all my life. This was an ugly monster.
She had on tattered black robes that looked as though they'd been folded in a closet for years. Her black-gray hair was tangled and clumped on her head. She stood tall and straight, far more than I did.
The once blue eyes that held compassion and kindness were now a sickly yellow-green. However, the ugliness really came from the puny face and the hateful expression that was etched on it. Her eyes glowed in hate and I felt a fresh burst of fear rush through me. With it, though, I found myself feeling sorrow for this…thing…she had become. That sorrow was quickly destroyed in only a minute's time.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, although I knew that answer already.
"Don't be silly, I want your pureness of heart!" Alvirah answered with a light laugh.
"My what?" I inquired, trying to buy as much time as I possibly could.
"Don't tell me you don't know! It's a heart full of beauty, kindness, and everything else attractive. That's just what it does, attracts people to you. Not for much longer though, soon I'll attract people to me," Alvirah stated calmly.
"How?" I whispered silently as I took a step back.
"You just aren't grasping the power that comes to you! There is no one else that you know or have even seen with a heart like yours, and you're not even using the advantages," Alvirah explained, looking at me in shock.
"What advantages?" I asked innocently.
"Lord, don't tell me you don't know any of this! You can make yourself hated or you can make yourself be adored and worshipped. You have the power to change a person's mind, arrogant or not. You can be the belle of the ball! Yet, you don't do any of this!" Alvirah cried out in a building anger. Her face was lit with greed by the time she finished her talking.
"Oh, sure I do!" I retorted.
"No dear, convincing a few people isn't what I mean. I'm talking about everyone," she said accentuating the word "dear".
"Even Muggles?" I questioned, after a moments silence.
Alvirah nodded, "I said everyone, I mean everyone."
"Why would you want someone to hate you?" I asked, quizzically.
"You're asking silly questions now. You'd want someone to hate you so you'll get something you want from someone else," she replied, acting as if I should have known it already.
"Why exactly do you need all that? You've already lived your life, there's nothing left for you. Didn't you say your childhood and teen years were wonderful? Wasn't it you that said others should envy you?" I inquired cautiously.
"You believe in everything you hear, don't you? My childhood was hell...drunken father always yelling, mother always going out to the clubs to get a few Galleons. My teen years were worse, "Poor little Alvirah, ugly little lost girl, sitting all alone." That's how it was my whole life, and on my wedding day, my husband was supposed to say 'I do', but he said he loved my best friend!" A moments silence passed and nothing was said.
"W-," I was cut off though, by Ms. Sheath's continuing rage.
"That was then, now I have years in store for me. Those years will be my best lived. I will be the glorious idol I never was. I shall have your heart tonight!" Alvirah exclaimed, the look of malice growing in her eyes. I couldn't help feeling as if I'd just made things a bit worse. All I could think of now was bringing the subject around to Ron.
"The only person I attract is Ron, who you've probably done gone and killed!" I snapped in anger.
"I haven't killed your stupid little friend…not yet at least, he may be of some use. For now he'll be staying locked up in the dungeons," Alvirah snapped back, her mood worsening.
I let out a silent sigh but Alvirah caught it, and she was no idiot.
"Relieved are you, it's this precious Ronnie you're after, huh? Well, I'll let you know, he'll go with you," Alvirah stated, grinning. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.
"Go with me where, exactly?" I asked gulping.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Alvirah replied with a mocking smile. She wanted Ron dead too then, but I wouldn't let her get to him…not Ron.
Now I was scared. Ron was locked away and no one else knew where I was or how to get here. Alvirah Sheath had caught on to the point of my questioning, and was now in a rage. I no longer asked anything, but stood in silence praying my last prayers.
******
"Hermione! Where are you?" Ron hollered for the billionth time. He still received no answer. Ron was beginning to get the feeling she was in danger. He sat racking his mind for a spell that would help him get free. He could evoke nothing that would help even remotely. As he was muttering nonsense a sudden noise erupted from afar.
He heard the scream that had awoken Hogwarts just a while ago.
"Hermione! Wait for me, I'm coming," Ron shouted. Anger built up in him and with all the force he could muster, he succeeded in tearing the chains off the wall. The shackles weighed him down and blood dripped from his wrists but it didn't stop him from running through the narrow entrapping rooms. He stopped at last to find himself at a dead end. Turning, he immediately began to dash back, but halted as he heard Hermione's voice shout 'Leave Ron alone'!
Ron dashed back to the wall and ran his hands over it. This time he felt the knob and pulled the door open.
"Well, lookie who we have here. Someone wants to join us after all," Alvirah spat out sardonically.
"Ron!" I shouted in joy. He was alive and he was here to stop this all.
"Don't be celebrating too long, he'll be first to go," Alvirah remarked. As she said so, she twirled Ron's wand triumphantly.
"NO!" I shouted, not wanting to believe it.
"We duel…Muggle way," Alvirah said lifting a long slender saber.
"To the death," Ron said with a challenging glint in his eyes. I watched in horror as Ron, too, lifted a sword from the floor.
I was horror-struck as the first hit of metal was exchanged. Alvirah then landed an earth-shattering blow to the ground and suddenly it all came to me.
~*The music box lay atop a small pillow playing its melody softly. I always fell asleep to the sound and it was always like that, every night. Not tonight though. Tonight, there was no music…no box. "Mother where's my music box?" a five year old me screamed.
"I'm sorry dear it's gone. Your father looked, Ms. Sheath looked, and even old Greffy looked. No one found anything. I'm afraid it's lost." Mother's reply echoed loudly.
"Lucky to get if from that store, last one," Ron's voice said silently.*~
I finally made the conclusion that I could never make before…Alvirah had stolen the music box, and she sold it to Ron to get to me. How could I have been so stupid? All we needed to escape was the button on that box.
I knew immediately where it was and with a last breath I slid past Ron and ran to the corner where Alvirah had been hidden moments ago. It sat on a table surrounded by candles. I grabbed it and turned to the duel. Blood was dripping from Alvirah's face, and she looked insanely determined.
Both of them swung around and I shrieked as the sword rammed into Ron's chest. Alvirah ripped it back out to strike again. Ron was faster, and with an expression of anguish, he swung at Alvirah's stomach. She gasped before falling to the floor. Swords clanked to the floor simultaneously as Ron, too, fell to his knees. Blood cascaded to the floor, bringing back memories of the red bow that had tied the music box shut on Christmas.
"Ron! Oh God, Ron, it'll be all right!" I exclaimed, grasping his arm.
"Of course…my damsel," Ron squeaked out with a light smile. I wanted to cry. Instead I kissed him passionately before grasping both his and Alvirah's hands. I inhaled, and then pressed the glistening pink heart.
The familiar yank under my nose was comforting for the first time ever.
end
A/N: SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY,
Woo that took WAY toooooo long. Um, if anyone still remembers me thank you. Love all my reviewers and I just want to say that in order for me to post another chapter I sadly must have 60 reviews…please???
My quote for the day that is
"If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil, you yourself will become ugly."
Paramahansa Yogananda