Look at part one for disclaimer...
WOW!!! I' m so happy! A lot of people reviewed and it made me really happy. So here's part two since so much people asked it to me. I decided to make it a four parts story. You all already read the first part, there's this part where every body learn what happened, the third part will be about what they think about it and the fourth part will be for Ron's wake... what do you think 'bout it?
"You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won't bring you down"
-'Beautiful', By Christina Aguilera
You are Beautiful...
Part II
Ron was about to pass out, but before it happened, a memory of his childhood came into his mind...
~O~ A crying four year old Ron entered the kitchen. Molly, puzzled, asked to her youngest son what was wrong. "It's Fred, Mama... He said that I was stupid because I don't know who is Harry Potter..." cried the little red-haired boy. "Lord..." she muttered "Well, Ron, Harry Potter is an incredible little boy. He has your age you know? And he saved us all... He is a hero, Ron. I don't know where he is now, nobody does, but he certainly is in a beautiful place, because this lad deserves everything you don't even dare to wish!" "Why is that so Mama?" asked little Ron, interested by this Harry Potter. "A very evil wizard..." "You-Know-Who?" "How do you know about him?" she asked surprised. "George told me that if I was naughty, You- Know-Who would come and take me...Is that true, Mama?" "Of course not! But yes, it was indeed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...Well to come back to Harry Potter, You-Know-Who killed his parents..." A gasp interrupted her once again. "He killed Harry Potter's parent! Why?" The young boy's eyes started to water... He didn't like the idea of parents being killed... "Ask your father about it later dear... He'll explain you better than me... So as I said, the very evil wizard killed the little boy's parents and tried to kill him, but, for some unknown reasons, he didn't succeed... Instead, his charm was returned against himself and he disappeared... If Harry Potter wasn't there, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would surely have killed every parents, Ron" "Thank you, Mama..." Ron said, trying not to cry too loud. " I'll tell Fred that I'm not stupid..." The little boy went to his bedroom, thinking about how unlucky Harry Potter was... He had to sacrifice his parents to save everyone else... This boy was sure a hero... Someone who deserved to be very happy... ~O~
His sight got blurred and everything went dark...
*** ~In the Great Hall, At Gryffindor Table...~
"Harry... Harry!" Cried Hermione.
The boy didn't answer.
"Harry! "
She grasped his shoulder.
"Huh? Ho... Sorry, Hermione, what is it?"
She sighed.
"Where is Ron?" She asked, looking very serious.
"Ron?"
"You know! The tall red-haired boy always hanging out with us!"She blurted angrily.
"I know who's Ron, Hermione! I just didn't see him since this morning... I'm sorry, it's this Quidditch match tomorrow who's driving me nuts! But... You're right, where's Ron? He's always there to make me feel better before a Quidditch game" he said, smiling slyly.
"Haven't you see that he seemed odd since a few days?"
"Odd?"
"Well he doesn't eat much and he seems tired..."
"I haven't noticed..."
He paled... Was he so blind that he didn't even see that something was wrong with his best friend?
"You should go to your dormitory to see if he is there, I'm really worried about him..."
"Am... am I such a bad friend? "Harry muttered, ashamed.
"Not a bad friend... You've just been... distracted a lot lately, because of this Quidditch game. You had a lot of practices and all..."
"But..."
"Stop arguing and go see if he's alright!" She smiled.
"Okay..."
***
Harry slowly opened the door of his dormitory...
"Ron?" he asked tentatively.
But what he saw totally frightened him...
An unconscious shirtless Ron, laying on a blood-spattered floor covered with pieces of mirror. The boy seemed awfully thin... Awfully pale... Awfully dead...
"Ron!"
He quickly knelt down next to him and shook the frail body.
"Ron! Bloody hell! What've happened to you!" he cried out, still holding the skinny boy.
Neville, Dean and Seamus appeared in the door frame... they all gasped when they saw their friend, hurt and unmoving, on Harry's laps.
"What've happened to him!" Dean asked, rushing to the two boys, rapidly followed by the others.
"I don't know! Anyone! Go get help!" Harry shrieked, panicky.
Neville stood up, stumbled and ran out of the room.
"We're going to bring him to Madam Pomfrey ,okay Harry?" Dean said in a way that he wanted soothing to the raven-haired teen who was refusing to lose his grip on Ron's body.
"Okay..." he gulped.
***
Neville was running as fast as his legs would let him... Ha had to get help... He had to get help... Ron had always been a very funny and talkative boy. When Neville was around him, he felt better... accepted... What had happened to him?
He burst the Great Hall's door open and shouted with all his strength:
"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall! You have to come! Something terrible had happened!"
Every conversations stopped... Everybody was looking at him...
Minerva McGonagall stood up.
"What happened Mister Longbottom?" she asked worriedly when she saw the state of pure fright in which he was.
"R...Ron, Professor..."
She paled and stood up, quickly walking to her student. When they went out of the Great Hall, everybody started to talk at the same time... Only Gryffindor Table stay silent...
"Ron Weasley?" Whispered a fourth year girl to Ginny" Your brother?"
"Y...Yeah..." she swallowed.
***
When McGonagall and Neville joined Harry, Dean and Seamus transporting Ron's body, they were already near the infirmary.
"Mister Potter, what happened?" she questioned.
"I don't know! He... he was unconscious when I arrived in our room!" He yelped, still in an amazing state of panic.
They finally managed to bring Ron's lifeless body to Madam Pomfrey.
When she saw him, she gasped and put him in a bed, and sent every body out of the room.
It's only ten minute later, with a tired and worried face, that she finally opened the door.
"So... is he all right?" Asked McGonagall, her voice cracking on the last word.
She'd always be concerned by her students... she loved them like her own children, so when she saw one of them in such a state, she felt a pang in her heart.
" Who found him?"
"...Me-e..." hiccupped Harry, trying hard to stay calm.
"Mister Potter, you're his best friend aren't you?"
He simply nodded, not quite understanding why she was asking.
"Oh yes you are... I can remember this little troublemaker always arguing with me to see you the many times you were here... But he has a great heart, he surely doesn't deserve this"
A sly smile appeared on her lips and quickly disappeared.
"Deserve what!" Harry cried.
" Don't worry, his life is not endangered, but..."
"You're sure they should know?" Professor McGonagall hissed, pointing to Dean, Seamus, Neville and Harry.
"For sure! All his friends will have to know! If they do not, young mister Weasley won't be able to heal... so if anyone here does not think of himself as a friend of Ronald Weasley, I would like them to leave."
The boys looked at each other.
Ron was their friend. Always there to make a joke, to make everything feel better.
Then Neville Dean and Seamus looked at Harry.
The boy looked miserable...
They turned their eyes to Madam Pomfrey.
"Good... He will need friends... because believe it or not, what happened to Mister Weasley was due to several acts of self destruction..."
Four pairs of eyes went wide. Harry's eyes, though, went wet. But before any of them could formulate a coherent thought, Pomfrey continued.
"Insomnia, perhaps anorexia; it's too soon to say, but one thing his sure, he hasn't eat for weeks and..."
"Did he attempt suicide?" Neville interrupted, not realising the weight of his words.
Madam Pomfrey lowered her gaze.
"It's a possibility... but it's one of the things we'll learn at his wake..." she whispered.
"Oh my God..."
Harry buried his face in his hands.
Neville looked down, realising too late that he had been clumsy again...
"Sorry..."he mumbled.
At this very moment, the door burst open and Hermione entered, panting.
She saw Harry, trying to quiet his sobs in his hands and she feared the worse.
She soon learnt, just like the rest of the Gryffindor what had happened to Ron Weasley.
The unnoticed sidekick... The sixth Weasley child...
The one who was never told he was loved...
The end for now...
What do you think? Keep reviewing and tell me if I should make it a four part as I said earlier! See you!
Franny Moon
"Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person staring back at me
I'm a hazard to myself"
-Don't let me get me, Pink
WOW!!! I' m so happy! A lot of people reviewed and it made me really happy. So here's part two since so much people asked it to me. I decided to make it a four parts story. You all already read the first part, there's this part where every body learn what happened, the third part will be about what they think about it and the fourth part will be for Ron's wake... what do you think 'bout it?
"You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won't bring you down"
-'Beautiful', By Christina Aguilera
You are Beautiful...
Part II
Ron was about to pass out, but before it happened, a memory of his childhood came into his mind...
~O~ A crying four year old Ron entered the kitchen. Molly, puzzled, asked to her youngest son what was wrong. "It's Fred, Mama... He said that I was stupid because I don't know who is Harry Potter..." cried the little red-haired boy. "Lord..." she muttered "Well, Ron, Harry Potter is an incredible little boy. He has your age you know? And he saved us all... He is a hero, Ron. I don't know where he is now, nobody does, but he certainly is in a beautiful place, because this lad deserves everything you don't even dare to wish!" "Why is that so Mama?" asked little Ron, interested by this Harry Potter. "A very evil wizard..." "You-Know-Who?" "How do you know about him?" she asked surprised. "George told me that if I was naughty, You- Know-Who would come and take me...Is that true, Mama?" "Of course not! But yes, it was indeed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...Well to come back to Harry Potter, You-Know-Who killed his parents..." A gasp interrupted her once again. "He killed Harry Potter's parent! Why?" The young boy's eyes started to water... He didn't like the idea of parents being killed... "Ask your father about it later dear... He'll explain you better than me... So as I said, the very evil wizard killed the little boy's parents and tried to kill him, but, for some unknown reasons, he didn't succeed... Instead, his charm was returned against himself and he disappeared... If Harry Potter wasn't there, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would surely have killed every parents, Ron" "Thank you, Mama..." Ron said, trying not to cry too loud. " I'll tell Fred that I'm not stupid..." The little boy went to his bedroom, thinking about how unlucky Harry Potter was... He had to sacrifice his parents to save everyone else... This boy was sure a hero... Someone who deserved to be very happy... ~O~
His sight got blurred and everything went dark...
*** ~In the Great Hall, At Gryffindor Table...~
"Harry... Harry!" Cried Hermione.
The boy didn't answer.
"Harry! "
She grasped his shoulder.
"Huh? Ho... Sorry, Hermione, what is it?"
She sighed.
"Where is Ron?" She asked, looking very serious.
"Ron?"
"You know! The tall red-haired boy always hanging out with us!"She blurted angrily.
"I know who's Ron, Hermione! I just didn't see him since this morning... I'm sorry, it's this Quidditch match tomorrow who's driving me nuts! But... You're right, where's Ron? He's always there to make me feel better before a Quidditch game" he said, smiling slyly.
"Haven't you see that he seemed odd since a few days?"
"Odd?"
"Well he doesn't eat much and he seems tired..."
"I haven't noticed..."
He paled... Was he so blind that he didn't even see that something was wrong with his best friend?
"You should go to your dormitory to see if he is there, I'm really worried about him..."
"Am... am I such a bad friend? "Harry muttered, ashamed.
"Not a bad friend... You've just been... distracted a lot lately, because of this Quidditch game. You had a lot of practices and all..."
"But..."
"Stop arguing and go see if he's alright!" She smiled.
"Okay..."
***
Harry slowly opened the door of his dormitory...
"Ron?" he asked tentatively.
But what he saw totally frightened him...
An unconscious shirtless Ron, laying on a blood-spattered floor covered with pieces of mirror. The boy seemed awfully thin... Awfully pale... Awfully dead...
"Ron!"
He quickly knelt down next to him and shook the frail body.
"Ron! Bloody hell! What've happened to you!" he cried out, still holding the skinny boy.
Neville, Dean and Seamus appeared in the door frame... they all gasped when they saw their friend, hurt and unmoving, on Harry's laps.
"What've happened to him!" Dean asked, rushing to the two boys, rapidly followed by the others.
"I don't know! Anyone! Go get help!" Harry shrieked, panicky.
Neville stood up, stumbled and ran out of the room.
"We're going to bring him to Madam Pomfrey ,okay Harry?" Dean said in a way that he wanted soothing to the raven-haired teen who was refusing to lose his grip on Ron's body.
"Okay..." he gulped.
***
Neville was running as fast as his legs would let him... Ha had to get help... He had to get help... Ron had always been a very funny and talkative boy. When Neville was around him, he felt better... accepted... What had happened to him?
He burst the Great Hall's door open and shouted with all his strength:
"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall! You have to come! Something terrible had happened!"
Every conversations stopped... Everybody was looking at him...
Minerva McGonagall stood up.
"What happened Mister Longbottom?" she asked worriedly when she saw the state of pure fright in which he was.
"R...Ron, Professor..."
She paled and stood up, quickly walking to her student. When they went out of the Great Hall, everybody started to talk at the same time... Only Gryffindor Table stay silent...
"Ron Weasley?" Whispered a fourth year girl to Ginny" Your brother?"
"Y...Yeah..." she swallowed.
***
When McGonagall and Neville joined Harry, Dean and Seamus transporting Ron's body, they were already near the infirmary.
"Mister Potter, what happened?" she questioned.
"I don't know! He... he was unconscious when I arrived in our room!" He yelped, still in an amazing state of panic.
They finally managed to bring Ron's lifeless body to Madam Pomfrey.
When she saw him, she gasped and put him in a bed, and sent every body out of the room.
It's only ten minute later, with a tired and worried face, that she finally opened the door.
"So... is he all right?" Asked McGonagall, her voice cracking on the last word.
She'd always be concerned by her students... she loved them like her own children, so when she saw one of them in such a state, she felt a pang in her heart.
" Who found him?"
"...Me-e..." hiccupped Harry, trying hard to stay calm.
"Mister Potter, you're his best friend aren't you?"
He simply nodded, not quite understanding why she was asking.
"Oh yes you are... I can remember this little troublemaker always arguing with me to see you the many times you were here... But he has a great heart, he surely doesn't deserve this"
A sly smile appeared on her lips and quickly disappeared.
"Deserve what!" Harry cried.
" Don't worry, his life is not endangered, but..."
"You're sure they should know?" Professor McGonagall hissed, pointing to Dean, Seamus, Neville and Harry.
"For sure! All his friends will have to know! If they do not, young mister Weasley won't be able to heal... so if anyone here does not think of himself as a friend of Ronald Weasley, I would like them to leave."
The boys looked at each other.
Ron was their friend. Always there to make a joke, to make everything feel better.
Then Neville Dean and Seamus looked at Harry.
The boy looked miserable...
They turned their eyes to Madam Pomfrey.
"Good... He will need friends... because believe it or not, what happened to Mister Weasley was due to several acts of self destruction..."
Four pairs of eyes went wide. Harry's eyes, though, went wet. But before any of them could formulate a coherent thought, Pomfrey continued.
"Insomnia, perhaps anorexia; it's too soon to say, but one thing his sure, he hasn't eat for weeks and..."
"Did he attempt suicide?" Neville interrupted, not realising the weight of his words.
Madam Pomfrey lowered her gaze.
"It's a possibility... but it's one of the things we'll learn at his wake..." she whispered.
"Oh my God..."
Harry buried his face in his hands.
Neville looked down, realising too late that he had been clumsy again...
"Sorry..."he mumbled.
At this very moment, the door burst open and Hermione entered, panting.
She saw Harry, trying to quiet his sobs in his hands and she feared the worse.
She soon learnt, just like the rest of the Gryffindor what had happened to Ron Weasley.
The unnoticed sidekick... The sixth Weasley child...
The one who was never told he was loved...
The end for now...
What do you think? Keep reviewing and tell me if I should make it a four part as I said earlier! See you!
Franny Moon
"Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person staring back at me
I'm a hazard to myself"
-Don't let me get me, Pink