Chapter 24-
Ron loved to watch Harry fly skillfully on his broom, because Harry was a great flyer. Ron wasn't (so he thought), and never really did much of it. But now as he flew threw the air, wind pounding on his face, he understood the reason Harry loved it so much. Ron felt as if no word could describe his feeling. His heart fell at ease and for the first time, he had forgot his fears, his pains, and his problems. And all he worried about was whether the snow melting on his face was dripping onto the cool wood of the broom.
Ellie made a whimper from behind him, squeezing his stomach tighter.
"Ellie are you all right?" Ron asked, making his voice loud so she could here him.
"I'm fine...its just the snow is stinging my face" She replied, making her voice tower above the ongoing wind.
"Just hide behind me" He yelled darting behind Hermione so she could lead the way.
Ellie made no answer; she just hugged him even tighter and buried her face into his back. A rush of red flushed his ears and cheeks as he rode on.
He didn't know how far it was to London. He didn't even know where in London they were going, but he pressed on. Following Hermione, and occasionally swerving around her, just to see her tilt her eyes in his direction and give him a look.
Midway through the trip Ron thought about when Ellie had fainted. He knew he was going to have to think about it sometime and he thought this was the right time to do it. Ron knew she had to know more that she told them, and maybe that scared her. He didn't know, but what he did know was he had to find out what that was before they landed. Gathering his courage he decided he was going to ask her.
"ELLIE" Ron yelled, hoping she could hear him. The wind had gotten stronger and the snow was falling more thickly.
There was no answer for a moment then suddenly she replied with a "yes" and he noticed her voice was quieter than before.
He turned his head so he could speak into her ear. "I just wanted to know what made you faint back in the hospital wing." Ron asked, looking forward again so he could see where he was going.
Ron waited for a few moments; each one seemed longer than the next. The he felt her lean forward so her lips just brushed against his hear.
"Ron...I remembered something...something that Alex had told me long, long ago. "She stopped, as if looking for her words very, very carefully. "She told me that she came from...a family..." Ron turned to look at her, his face scrunching up and his eyebrow raising.
Ellie continued ignoring his look. "She is from a family of people...who don't exactly do the nicest things..." Ron saw her looking down at the small houses that passed below them. They were hardly noticeable because of the thick snow and fog, which in their case was good, so muggles couldn't see them. Then she looked up. " Ron...Alex is...well...she's a Riddle."
Ron loved to watch Harry fly skillfully on his broom, because Harry was a great flyer. Ron wasn't (so he thought), and never really did much of it. But now as he flew threw the air, wind pounding on his face, he understood the reason Harry loved it so much. Ron felt as if no word could describe his feeling. His heart fell at ease and for the first time, he had forgot his fears, his pains, and his problems. And all he worried about was whether the snow melting on his face was dripping onto the cool wood of the broom.
Ellie made a whimper from behind him, squeezing his stomach tighter.
"Ellie are you all right?" Ron asked, making his voice loud so she could here him.
"I'm fine...its just the snow is stinging my face" She replied, making her voice tower above the ongoing wind.
"Just hide behind me" He yelled darting behind Hermione so she could lead the way.
Ellie made no answer; she just hugged him even tighter and buried her face into his back. A rush of red flushed his ears and cheeks as he rode on.
He didn't know how far it was to London. He didn't even know where in London they were going, but he pressed on. Following Hermione, and occasionally swerving around her, just to see her tilt her eyes in his direction and give him a look.
Midway through the trip Ron thought about when Ellie had fainted. He knew he was going to have to think about it sometime and he thought this was the right time to do it. Ron knew she had to know more that she told them, and maybe that scared her. He didn't know, but what he did know was he had to find out what that was before they landed. Gathering his courage he decided he was going to ask her.
"ELLIE" Ron yelled, hoping she could hear him. The wind had gotten stronger and the snow was falling more thickly.
There was no answer for a moment then suddenly she replied with a "yes" and he noticed her voice was quieter than before.
He turned his head so he could speak into her ear. "I just wanted to know what made you faint back in the hospital wing." Ron asked, looking forward again so he could see where he was going.
Ron waited for a few moments; each one seemed longer than the next. The he felt her lean forward so her lips just brushed against his hear.
"Ron...I remembered something...something that Alex had told me long, long ago. "She stopped, as if looking for her words very, very carefully. "She told me that she came from...a family..." Ron turned to look at her, his face scrunching up and his eyebrow raising.
Ellie continued ignoring his look. "She is from a family of people...who don't exactly do the nicest things..." Ron saw her looking down at the small houses that passed below them. They were hardly noticeable because of the thick snow and fog, which in their case was good, so muggles couldn't see them. Then she looked up. " Ron...Alex is...well...she's a Riddle."