Chapter I
Keep your friends close
Ronald Weasley, a boy of 17 woke up on a cold and dark July day, which was strange since July was never cold. He had just finished his 6th year at Hogwarts and had come home for summer vacation. He would never forget what happened to him during that year., no matter how hard he tried. The gash on his arm was beginning to heal, but the poison would still make him ill on the exact date of June 6. The anniversary of Aragog's bite.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and checked his clock. It was still 4:45, he was used to getting up early now. He figured there's no time for sleep if Voldemort is out there. Voldemort..he thought. As long as Voldemort is out there he would never be truly happy. He had finally managed to say his name, and felt pretty stupid about calling someone You- know-who for half his life.
He got up and started getting dress for his usual run around the village when there was a knock at his door. "Ron, are you up yet?" came a soft voice.
"Yeah come in," he said.
Hermione stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She was already dressed for the day, Her eyes were red and she looked as if she had been crying all night.
"Hermione what's wrong?" he said coming closer to her. She backed away a little from him and suddenly flung herself onto him.
"I miss him so much," said Hermione. "Why did he have to go alone? He could have brought us with him, we could have helped him, we could have-
"Sshh, its ok don't cry," said Ron patting her on the back. "I don't know why he did it either. But you know Harry he's always doing what he thinks is good for everybody."
Harry
He couldn't believe it either, At the end of the their 6th year during their battle in Hogsmeade, Harry had left to face Voldemort by himself, leaving a very (literary) tied up Neville Longbottom to tell everyone the news.
Everyone had now excepted that Voldemort had truly returned, but they were too late to act. He has already begun his war on the Wizarding world. Voldemort's new fortress was the Prison of Azkaban, which he renamed the Fortress of Shadows. The Ministry had laid countless attacks on Azkaban but since its remote locations. It was impossible to do any damage. Anything that flies over it or travels under it seems to be bounced back by some invisible force. Like a chess game the only thing everybody could do now was wait and for his first move.
He still remembered Dumbledore's words "...Understand Mr. Weasley that things are now in motion that cannot be undone, Voldemort will strike soon, and he will strike hard. All our hope lies now on a young boy, somewhere in the wilderness. But I must tell you that if he fails, If Harry fails, Voldemort's victory over these lands will be so complete that none can see the end of it, while this world last..."
He was so lost in thought that he had forgotten that Hermione was still in his room.
"Hey, it'll be ok," said Ron, "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Do you know what day it is Ron?" She said ignoring him.
He had to think for a moment and when he finally realized he felt coldness in his heart.
"Its his birthday.." he whispered.
"Oh god." she flung herself on him again and broke down.
When she was finished she backed away from him, her cheeks were pink and eyes swollen.
" How do we know Harry is still alive?"
"What does your heart tell you?" he said.
She smiled.
Keep your friends close
Ronald Weasley, a boy of 17 woke up on a cold and dark July day, which was strange since July was never cold. He had just finished his 6th year at Hogwarts and had come home for summer vacation. He would never forget what happened to him during that year., no matter how hard he tried. The gash on his arm was beginning to heal, but the poison would still make him ill on the exact date of June 6. The anniversary of Aragog's bite.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and checked his clock. It was still 4:45, he was used to getting up early now. He figured there's no time for sleep if Voldemort is out there. Voldemort..he thought. As long as Voldemort is out there he would never be truly happy. He had finally managed to say his name, and felt pretty stupid about calling someone You- know-who for half his life.
He got up and started getting dress for his usual run around the village when there was a knock at his door. "Ron, are you up yet?" came a soft voice.
"Yeah come in," he said.
Hermione stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She was already dressed for the day, Her eyes were red and she looked as if she had been crying all night.
"Hermione what's wrong?" he said coming closer to her. She backed away a little from him and suddenly flung herself onto him.
"I miss him so much," said Hermione. "Why did he have to go alone? He could have brought us with him, we could have helped him, we could have-
"Sshh, its ok don't cry," said Ron patting her on the back. "I don't know why he did it either. But you know Harry he's always doing what he thinks is good for everybody."
Harry
He couldn't believe it either, At the end of the their 6th year during their battle in Hogsmeade, Harry had left to face Voldemort by himself, leaving a very (literary) tied up Neville Longbottom to tell everyone the news.
Everyone had now excepted that Voldemort had truly returned, but they were too late to act. He has already begun his war on the Wizarding world. Voldemort's new fortress was the Prison of Azkaban, which he renamed the Fortress of Shadows. The Ministry had laid countless attacks on Azkaban but since its remote locations. It was impossible to do any damage. Anything that flies over it or travels under it seems to be bounced back by some invisible force. Like a chess game the only thing everybody could do now was wait and for his first move.
He still remembered Dumbledore's words "...Understand Mr. Weasley that things are now in motion that cannot be undone, Voldemort will strike soon, and he will strike hard. All our hope lies now on a young boy, somewhere in the wilderness. But I must tell you that if he fails, If Harry fails, Voldemort's victory over these lands will be so complete that none can see the end of it, while this world last..."
He was so lost in thought that he had forgotten that Hermione was still in his room.
"Hey, it'll be ok," said Ron, "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Do you know what day it is Ron?" She said ignoring him.
He had to think for a moment and when he finally realized he felt coldness in his heart.
"Its his birthday.." he whispered.
"Oh god." she flung herself on him again and broke down.
When she was finished she backed away from him, her cheeks were pink and eyes swollen.
" How do we know Harry is still alive?"
"What does your heart tell you?" he said.
She smiled.