A/N: All Righty then, well I KNEW there would be an epilogue so if you wanted one-you got it. If not…well then you got one anyway. This chapter WILL explain on Alvirah and to those of you who were wondering about Greffy…he was just one of Hermione's neighbors. (He has absolutely no special part in the story whatsoever.) Now this is going to kinda be from before when the story ended, to after. Why…BECAUSE it's in a different P.O.V.
Disclaimer: It's not mine, nothing is miiiiiiine. Ain't it sooooo sad?! *stops* Wait a second, yes! Alvirah Sheath is mine, all mine. (You may borrow if you say please)
Dedication: I would like to make a sincere dedication to Azkaban Fugitive. She is my WONDERFUL cousin and I don't know what this story would do without her. She helped me with my grammar boo-boos and I am VERY grateful to her.
Thank You: AZ I luv you! You are soooo very helpful and I wish I could be just like you!
Reviewer's Gift: *Hands 3 lollipops to all reviewers* you are all so great!
Alas…
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ginny's P.O.V-No P.O.V
I yawned as I heard the loud chatter of voices from below. Checking my clock I realized my short nap had gone 4 hours longer than excepted. I clambered out of bed and walked slowly into the hallway.
"Hermione, I do believe it would be in your best interest to stay here while we work," I heard Dumbledore say. A minute of silence passed and I ran to the common room. For a moment I couldn't register what I saw but I realized that Hermione was sitting in a pool of blood staring at the door.
"Hermione, are you okay! What happened, why is there blood everywhere!" I screamed rushing to her side.
"Ron. Ron. Why!" She screamed shrilly.
"Ron, what happened to Ron. Hermione, tell me! What happened to him," I shrieked shaking her violently.
"Oh Gin, I'm so sorry but I didn't want him to come. He was just trying to kill her not get hurt," I muttered.
I fell to my knees beside her, "Where is he? Is he de-"
"NO! Don't say it, don't you dare. He is not, and will not…" She didn't finish her sentence.
"Oh God…" I stumbled away and quickly ran out of the common room.
The hospital wing hall was cluttered with students that were suffering from ailments such as bloody noses and broken wrists. I pushed through the crowd and knocked forcefully on the door. "Open this door, please!" No one came to open it.
"Don't bother, they kicked us out 5 minutes ago and told us they ain't lettin no body else in for another hour or more!" Someone said grumpily. I couldn't bear to imagine what had happened that would take an hour to mend.
I slumped into one of the remaining seats and tried not to cry.
******
Inside the wing Madame Pomfrey was rushing about summoning Pexels Pain Killer and other such potions. Ron was in a delirious state, shouting about giant spiders and dragons. A pile of blood soaked towels was rising and Dumbledore looked at everything thoroughly perplexed. He was aiding the woman hurriedly wondering how he could have missed this whole occurrence. The silence that penetrated the room shattered as someone began to pound on the door.
"Open this door, please!" Ginny shouted in desperation
"Poppy, perhaps we should allow Ms. Weasley to enter," Dumbledore said looking to the door.
"I think not Albus. Mr. Weasley is quite delirious and the last thing he needs is someone weeping over him," Madame Pomfrey said severely.
"Very well, I only meant well," Dumbledore replied with a heavy sigh. The pounding ceased a moment later, and the daunting silence returned.
"There I do believe this is good." Madame Pomfrey exclaimed as she secured the final bandage.
Another knock sounded, and now it was Hermione that wanted to enter. Madame Pomfrey nodded to Dumbledore as he headed for the door. Hermione rushed in, but Ginny was held back.
******
"Ms. Weasley, I assure you, your brother will be fine. I do believe we should let Ms. Granger speak to him first," Dumbledore said to me, blocking the way in. At first I wanted to scream no, but as I saw Hermione kneeling beside Ron I couldn't help but nod in agreement and once again take my seat in the now near empty hall.
I was relieved to know that Ron would be okay, but I still wondered about everything that Hermione had told me. I wanted to see this Alvirah Sheath that had caused all this pain and trouble.
The door opened within a few minutes and Hermione gestured for me to come inside. I quickly ran to Ron's side and was surprised to see the pale thin face staring back at me. He smiled slightly, "Ginny, did I ever miss you. Have you brought me supper?" I laughed and cried at the same time, not really knowing what to feel.
"You'll be all right Ron, just get out of this hospital wing so you can eat a good meal and not this junky stuff," I said referring to the mush that was potatoes.
"Now there's a good idea," Ron said before yawning and shutting his eyes.
"Dumbledore, sir, where is Alvirah at?" I heard Hermione ask quietly.
"Hermione, she is doing well and will be on her way to azkaban very shortly," Dumbledore answered. I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Hermione began to explain all that had happened with Alvirah to Dumbledore and I sat next to Ron.
Everything would be fine. Ron would get better, Alvirah was damned, and the nightmares were over. The night would be filled with dreams.
end
A/N: Okay, so the last 2 sentences pretty much sum up my story in a very small lump. Uh, Greffy is just a neighbor, Alvirah is being shipped off to Azkaban, and the nights are going to be filled with dreams. I kinda don't wanna post this because it's going to make me quite sad, but I just hope that everyone likes this and that it will be remembered. ~*Peace Out*~
Quote for the day that is
"It's a damn cold night trying to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I-I'm with you."
~*Avril Lavign*~
Disclaimer: It's not mine, nothing is miiiiiiine. Ain't it sooooo sad?! *stops* Wait a second, yes! Alvirah Sheath is mine, all mine. (You may borrow if you say please)
Dedication: I would like to make a sincere dedication to Azkaban Fugitive. She is my WONDERFUL cousin and I don't know what this story would do without her. She helped me with my grammar boo-boos and I am VERY grateful to her.
Thank You: AZ I luv you! You are soooo very helpful and I wish I could be just like you!
Reviewer's Gift: *Hands 3 lollipops to all reviewers* you are all so great!
Alas…
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ginny's P.O.V-No P.O.V
I yawned as I heard the loud chatter of voices from below. Checking my clock I realized my short nap had gone 4 hours longer than excepted. I clambered out of bed and walked slowly into the hallway.
"Hermione, I do believe it would be in your best interest to stay here while we work," I heard Dumbledore say. A minute of silence passed and I ran to the common room. For a moment I couldn't register what I saw but I realized that Hermione was sitting in a pool of blood staring at the door.
"Hermione, are you okay! What happened, why is there blood everywhere!" I screamed rushing to her side.
"Ron. Ron. Why!" She screamed shrilly.
"Ron, what happened to Ron. Hermione, tell me! What happened to him," I shrieked shaking her violently.
"Oh Gin, I'm so sorry but I didn't want him to come. He was just trying to kill her not get hurt," I muttered.
I fell to my knees beside her, "Where is he? Is he de-"
"NO! Don't say it, don't you dare. He is not, and will not…" She didn't finish her sentence.
"Oh God…" I stumbled away and quickly ran out of the common room.
The hospital wing hall was cluttered with students that were suffering from ailments such as bloody noses and broken wrists. I pushed through the crowd and knocked forcefully on the door. "Open this door, please!" No one came to open it.
"Don't bother, they kicked us out 5 minutes ago and told us they ain't lettin no body else in for another hour or more!" Someone said grumpily. I couldn't bear to imagine what had happened that would take an hour to mend.
I slumped into one of the remaining seats and tried not to cry.
******
Inside the wing Madame Pomfrey was rushing about summoning Pexels Pain Killer and other such potions. Ron was in a delirious state, shouting about giant spiders and dragons. A pile of blood soaked towels was rising and Dumbledore looked at everything thoroughly perplexed. He was aiding the woman hurriedly wondering how he could have missed this whole occurrence. The silence that penetrated the room shattered as someone began to pound on the door.
"Open this door, please!" Ginny shouted in desperation
"Poppy, perhaps we should allow Ms. Weasley to enter," Dumbledore said looking to the door.
"I think not Albus. Mr. Weasley is quite delirious and the last thing he needs is someone weeping over him," Madame Pomfrey said severely.
"Very well, I only meant well," Dumbledore replied with a heavy sigh. The pounding ceased a moment later, and the daunting silence returned.
"There I do believe this is good." Madame Pomfrey exclaimed as she secured the final bandage.
Another knock sounded, and now it was Hermione that wanted to enter. Madame Pomfrey nodded to Dumbledore as he headed for the door. Hermione rushed in, but Ginny was held back.
******
"Ms. Weasley, I assure you, your brother will be fine. I do believe we should let Ms. Granger speak to him first," Dumbledore said to me, blocking the way in. At first I wanted to scream no, but as I saw Hermione kneeling beside Ron I couldn't help but nod in agreement and once again take my seat in the now near empty hall.
I was relieved to know that Ron would be okay, but I still wondered about everything that Hermione had told me. I wanted to see this Alvirah Sheath that had caused all this pain and trouble.
The door opened within a few minutes and Hermione gestured for me to come inside. I quickly ran to Ron's side and was surprised to see the pale thin face staring back at me. He smiled slightly, "Ginny, did I ever miss you. Have you brought me supper?" I laughed and cried at the same time, not really knowing what to feel.
"You'll be all right Ron, just get out of this hospital wing so you can eat a good meal and not this junky stuff," I said referring to the mush that was potatoes.
"Now there's a good idea," Ron said before yawning and shutting his eyes.
"Dumbledore, sir, where is Alvirah at?" I heard Hermione ask quietly.
"Hermione, she is doing well and will be on her way to azkaban very shortly," Dumbledore answered. I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Hermione began to explain all that had happened with Alvirah to Dumbledore and I sat next to Ron.
Everything would be fine. Ron would get better, Alvirah was damned, and the nightmares were over. The night would be filled with dreams.
end
A/N: Okay, so the last 2 sentences pretty much sum up my story in a very small lump. Uh, Greffy is just a neighbor, Alvirah is being shipped off to Azkaban, and the nights are going to be filled with dreams. I kinda don't wanna post this because it's going to make me quite sad, but I just hope that everyone likes this and that it will be remembered. ~*Peace Out*~
Quote for the day that is
"It's a damn cold night trying to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I-I'm with you."
~*Avril Lavign*~