Chapter 5
For disclaimer see chapter 1
Two-hour's later, Alyson sat hunched over at the desk, her elbows rested on the old worn wood, her head in her hands. Without looking up she asked softly, "Okay, so what's he trying to do, take over the planet?"
Ron felt sorry for her, in just a few minutes she'd gone from thinking that some mad man was randomly killing a few people to knowing that an evil all powerful wizard had started a war and wanted to conquer the entire World. "Um, pretty much, basically he's trying to destroy muggle born, squibs and anyone that opposes him."
Alyson nodded trying to take this all in, she couldn't seem to get to grips with the new terms, "Right.a muggle born is a magical person with normal.um, non-magic parents and a squib is?"
"The opposite, a muggle with magical parents." Ron explained patiently. Alyson nodded mutely and seemed to try and get the information to order itself in her brain, after a few moments of pondering she asked. "Why does he hate them so much?"
"He has a thing about pure blooded witches and wizards, he's mad basically." Alyson paused thoughtfully, she needed to know how Ron, his late wife and she fit into this, "So why did he get his.death eaters.to attack your wife?" She enquired as gently as she could.
Ron looked away again, trying to hide the pain that he so obviously felt at the mention of his late other half. "I'm not sure, probably a combination, first she was muggle born, secondly she's was an aurora."
"A what?"
"That's what me and Harry are, so is Ginny, my little sister. We're the opposite of death eaters. We protect the good and try to imprison the bad." Ron gazed into nothingness, as if he was reliving a memory, judging by the expression that was on his face it wasn't a good one. "Hermione disappeared on assignment just over a year ago."
Alyson nodded again, half of her was accepting this, the other half was convinced that she had fallen out of the tree and hit her head and was now in some sort of hallucination because of it. "Can't you just wave your wand or whatever and find out what happened to her?" Ron laughed at the suggestion, she had a refreshing if naïve opinions and ideas, it had been a long time since he'd spoken to anyone who wasn't involved in the war against Voldemort. "If it was a muggle incident yes, but powerful magic has been used to make sure we don't discover the truth."
Alyson sighed, how could she help, she didn't even know what their magic was and wasn't capable of. "I don't understand, how can I help? You already know ten times as much as I did about this story."
Nodding Ron continued cautiously, he didn't want to frighten her off; if he was right then she was the only one who could help him now. "The thing is I think you may be the only one able to see the truth." Alyson gazed at the mans face, waiting for an explanation, "Why me?"
"You're a seer." Ron said softly.
Alyson waited, trying to work out if that revelation had any relevance to her whatsoever, it didn't. "What's a seer?"
Ron leant forward and explained quietly. "A seer's someone who can see what has happened and what will happen before it actually does. Some wizards have theorised that they can do this through channelling spirits." Alyson almost laughed but knowing how personal this was for him, stopped her self. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person, I can't do any of that."
Ron shook his head. "Yes you can, the ministry of magic cast a very powerful spell so that no normal muggle could see the fact that the victims had no records, you saw that."
Alyson shook her head, "So? Maybe I."
Ron leant forward so he was even closer to the woman sitting opposite and covered her hand with his own, his eyes pleading with hers. His hand felt so refreshing and calming somehow, she couldn't explain it but it almost felt as if them being together like this was right.
"When you came through the window, Harry and I cast a spell on you, we asked you a few questions, such as what your name was. You answered Hermione Weasley."
Alyson looked away from his eyes, she vaguely remembered that but had no idea what had prompted her to give a name that she had never even heard before. Ron squeezed her hand slightly, bringing her thoughts back to him.
"I know you can't understand this but maybe your power has just developed, when you were half unconscious Hermione tried to talk through you. You're the only one who can help me find the truth, Please help me Alyson!"
She looked into his eyes and found that she couldn't refuse him, nodding slowly she whispered; "I don't know if I'm what you say I am, but I'll try and help you the best I can."
Ron let out a massive sigh of relief. "Thank you!"
For disclaimer see chapter 1
Two-hour's later, Alyson sat hunched over at the desk, her elbows rested on the old worn wood, her head in her hands. Without looking up she asked softly, "Okay, so what's he trying to do, take over the planet?"
Ron felt sorry for her, in just a few minutes she'd gone from thinking that some mad man was randomly killing a few people to knowing that an evil all powerful wizard had started a war and wanted to conquer the entire World. "Um, pretty much, basically he's trying to destroy muggle born, squibs and anyone that opposes him."
Alyson nodded trying to take this all in, she couldn't seem to get to grips with the new terms, "Right.a muggle born is a magical person with normal.um, non-magic parents and a squib is?"
"The opposite, a muggle with magical parents." Ron explained patiently. Alyson nodded mutely and seemed to try and get the information to order itself in her brain, after a few moments of pondering she asked. "Why does he hate them so much?"
"He has a thing about pure blooded witches and wizards, he's mad basically." Alyson paused thoughtfully, she needed to know how Ron, his late wife and she fit into this, "So why did he get his.death eaters.to attack your wife?" She enquired as gently as she could.
Ron looked away again, trying to hide the pain that he so obviously felt at the mention of his late other half. "I'm not sure, probably a combination, first she was muggle born, secondly she's was an aurora."
"A what?"
"That's what me and Harry are, so is Ginny, my little sister. We're the opposite of death eaters. We protect the good and try to imprison the bad." Ron gazed into nothingness, as if he was reliving a memory, judging by the expression that was on his face it wasn't a good one. "Hermione disappeared on assignment just over a year ago."
Alyson nodded again, half of her was accepting this, the other half was convinced that she had fallen out of the tree and hit her head and was now in some sort of hallucination because of it. "Can't you just wave your wand or whatever and find out what happened to her?" Ron laughed at the suggestion, she had a refreshing if naïve opinions and ideas, it had been a long time since he'd spoken to anyone who wasn't involved in the war against Voldemort. "If it was a muggle incident yes, but powerful magic has been used to make sure we don't discover the truth."
Alyson sighed, how could she help, she didn't even know what their magic was and wasn't capable of. "I don't understand, how can I help? You already know ten times as much as I did about this story."
Nodding Ron continued cautiously, he didn't want to frighten her off; if he was right then she was the only one who could help him now. "The thing is I think you may be the only one able to see the truth." Alyson gazed at the mans face, waiting for an explanation, "Why me?"
"You're a seer." Ron said softly.
Alyson waited, trying to work out if that revelation had any relevance to her whatsoever, it didn't. "What's a seer?"
Ron leant forward and explained quietly. "A seer's someone who can see what has happened and what will happen before it actually does. Some wizards have theorised that they can do this through channelling spirits." Alyson almost laughed but knowing how personal this was for him, stopped her self. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person, I can't do any of that."
Ron shook his head. "Yes you can, the ministry of magic cast a very powerful spell so that no normal muggle could see the fact that the victims had no records, you saw that."
Alyson shook her head, "So? Maybe I."
Ron leant forward so he was even closer to the woman sitting opposite and covered her hand with his own, his eyes pleading with hers. His hand felt so refreshing and calming somehow, she couldn't explain it but it almost felt as if them being together like this was right.
"When you came through the window, Harry and I cast a spell on you, we asked you a few questions, such as what your name was. You answered Hermione Weasley."
Alyson looked away from his eyes, she vaguely remembered that but had no idea what had prompted her to give a name that she had never even heard before. Ron squeezed her hand slightly, bringing her thoughts back to him.
"I know you can't understand this but maybe your power has just developed, when you were half unconscious Hermione tried to talk through you. You're the only one who can help me find the truth, Please help me Alyson!"
She looked into his eyes and found that she couldn't refuse him, nodding slowly she whispered; "I don't know if I'm what you say I am, but I'll try and help you the best I can."
Ron let out a massive sigh of relief. "Thank you!"