Chapter 12-
Ron woke up blinking.He sat up and looked about him. The window was open and light filled the room. Hermione was still asleep, her head cocked to the side on the left side of the bed. On the right side lay Alex, sleeping also, her head lying in a dry patch of the bed. On the end of the bed, sitting in a chair, sat Harry, his head pressed up against the left bed post snoring soundly. He looked over at Alex and smiled, then over at Hermione, then last at the window. He wanted answers, for the questions that hung in his mind. He wanted to know who Alex was talking about. He wanted to know what happened and he wanted to know the answer to the question that stung his heart...
As Ron thought about things Hermione woke up and watched him she couldn't hold it anymore,
"OH RON! YOU'RE AWAKE!" she jumped toward him and hugged him tight, a few seconds after she realized what she was doing and backed away brushing herself off.
"I was so worried about you! Oh Ron!" she took his hand and rubbed it.
"Look at your hand...its all bruised...oh Ron! Are you alright...!" She looked at him and waited for an answer.
He opened his mouth and his voice was quiet and weak. "I'm fine...oh Hermione...I'm so confused...I heard..." Hermione looked at him and put her finger over his mouth.
"shh...your going to need your strength believe me." and with that he snuggled back down and fell asleep to Hermione rubbing his hand softly and the tormenting questions circling his head and heart.
Ron slept for a long time. Days passed and he would sleep most of them. When he did wake up it was only so Madam Pomfrey could give him medicines and check if he was ok. One afternoon only 3 days later he was awakened by something other than madam Pomfrey.
"But...sir...he didn't do...it...why must he...why must he leave....?" Ron could hear Hermione's frantic voice.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but he must..."said another, but he couldn't recognize it. Hermione, now crying "please sir....he did nothing...let him say and get well..."
At this point Ron opened his eyes, he could see Hermione's mop of hair sprawled on his bed, and he could see two wizards he had never seen before, Dumbledore and Fudge all standing at the foot of his bed.
"Ahhh...Mr. Weasely." Said the headmaster, under his half moon spectacles.
Hermione looked up tears down her face. "Ron...don't let them take you away..."
Ron looked at her, his face scrunched up. "What..." his voice was weak and sounded unused.
"We need to take you somewhere to talk Mr. Weasley, only for a while, and then you can come back" Said Mr. Fudge, walking over to his other side.
Hermione took his hand and whispered into his ear. "Don't go...what if they take you to Azkaban..."
Ron woke up blinking.He sat up and looked about him. The window was open and light filled the room. Hermione was still asleep, her head cocked to the side on the left side of the bed. On the right side lay Alex, sleeping also, her head lying in a dry patch of the bed. On the end of the bed, sitting in a chair, sat Harry, his head pressed up against the left bed post snoring soundly. He looked over at Alex and smiled, then over at Hermione, then last at the window. He wanted answers, for the questions that hung in his mind. He wanted to know who Alex was talking about. He wanted to know what happened and he wanted to know the answer to the question that stung his heart...
As Ron thought about things Hermione woke up and watched him she couldn't hold it anymore,
"OH RON! YOU'RE AWAKE!" she jumped toward him and hugged him tight, a few seconds after she realized what she was doing and backed away brushing herself off.
"I was so worried about you! Oh Ron!" she took his hand and rubbed it.
"Look at your hand...its all bruised...oh Ron! Are you alright...!" She looked at him and waited for an answer.
He opened his mouth and his voice was quiet and weak. "I'm fine...oh Hermione...I'm so confused...I heard..." Hermione looked at him and put her finger over his mouth.
"shh...your going to need your strength believe me." and with that he snuggled back down and fell asleep to Hermione rubbing his hand softly and the tormenting questions circling his head and heart.
Ron slept for a long time. Days passed and he would sleep most of them. When he did wake up it was only so Madam Pomfrey could give him medicines and check if he was ok. One afternoon only 3 days later he was awakened by something other than madam Pomfrey.
"But...sir...he didn't do...it...why must he...why must he leave....?" Ron could hear Hermione's frantic voice.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but he must..."said another, but he couldn't recognize it. Hermione, now crying "please sir....he did nothing...let him say and get well..."
At this point Ron opened his eyes, he could see Hermione's mop of hair sprawled on his bed, and he could see two wizards he had never seen before, Dumbledore and Fudge all standing at the foot of his bed.
"Ahhh...Mr. Weasely." Said the headmaster, under his half moon spectacles.
Hermione looked up tears down her face. "Ron...don't let them take you away..."
Ron looked at her, his face scrunched up. "What..." his voice was weak and sounded unused.
"We need to take you somewhere to talk Mr. Weasley, only for a while, and then you can come back" Said Mr. Fudge, walking over to his other side.
Hermione took his hand and whispered into his ear. "Don't go...what if they take you to Azkaban..."