Hermione's POV, just for this chappie. Read and Review
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I cursed myself all the way down the stairs. How dumb was that. I'd held it off for five years but I had to blow it. Damnit. Damnit. Double Damnit!
Where was Ron? I thought as I scurried through the hallways, calling his name. I caught sight of him running through the front doors of the school as sprinted after him.
"Ron! Wait up!" I called.
This was dumb. Yes. I did develop some type of mind halting, thought jolting, heart fluttering, pulse racing, stomach melting feeling for Harry, but Ron. He was my best friend. Just like Harry.
That stupid Mag I read this summer told me all about relationships with friends. They are a no-no. Things always end up wonky, and it ruins your friendship. Why oh why did I let him kiss me?!
I found Ron a few minutes later, leaning against a willow tree, sitting cross legged, his eyes blank and zoned off, staring out into the wide expanse of the lake before him. He seemed to be shaking. I didn't want to touch him. I knelt a few feet away.
"Ron?" I whispered tentively.
Suddenly Ron sat bolt upright, his mouth opened in a silent scream, sweat pouring down his face, mixing with tears. He seemed to be shrieking inaudibly with pain. I leapt back, tumbling onto my butt. Scrambling away, I could make out what he was whispering hoarsely, through his screaming.
"Get out of my mind. Get out of my head. If I kill him will you just get out?!" Ron was sobbing pathetically, I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. What was wrong with him. His eyes were glowing bright red. I couldn't breath.
"Yes...Master.I will do this.. Please.. stop hurting me." Ron squealed, rocking back against the tree, almost convulsively. Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started. Ron looked unconscious. I could see his lips moving. I knew I needed too get away. Talk to Dumbledore. Or someone.
Ron was planning on killing Harry.
I barely remember climbing the stairs to Dumbledore's office after whispering the password. I was horrified. I was hyperventilation. I couldn't feel my body. I just needed to warn someone. Harry was in danger. I knew he was probably up and wandering about by now. Even though he shouldn't be. Maybe ever class.I hoped not though. He had Divination this block, and the last thing I needed was him invoking Fire and wind.
"Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked curiously as I burst into his office. He didn't seem surprised to see me.
I flopped into his chair, catching my breath.
"Ron.is.going.to kill..Harry." I choked out, shooting anxious glances out the window. I couldn't see Ron's tree from here. I had no idea if he was with Harry now. I looked to Dumbledore, expecting him to set a strict course of action.
"I know." He said calmly, crossing his fingers on top of his desk. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
"Miss Granger. I few years ago I told Harry Proffessor Trelawney has made three real prophecies in her day. The Destruction of the Dark Lord by a young boy. The rebirth of the Dark Lord. And now the Traitorous best friend, who is controlled by the dark lord. For the longest time I thought that it would be you. No offence." He said. His face was serious. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. What the hell was going on?
"It is Mr. Weasley. Harry will kill him in battle Tonight. Only god knows what will happen to Voldemort. You see, Voldemort has come out on a limb for Ron. His mind is in Ron's body. Since Mind Displacement is only recently discovered, few have mastered it enough to know what happens when a host holding two minds die."
I didn't move. I just let it sink in. There was no dealing with this. One of my best friend was to die.
"I advise you don't look for Harry. He's just invoked Fire and Wind. Only by thinking of the prophecy. That is how much the elements wanted to possess him. He needed only think of the Rules of invoking fire and wind, which he learned how to find in his text book, and now he is brimming with natural, raw power. If he uses it unwisely tonight, he will start the wrong fork in the prophecy, and his own elements with devour his mind."
Dumbledore paused. I kept wanting him to tell me he was joking. But he didn't.
"Harry might die instead of Ron."
I cursed myself all the way down the stairs. How dumb was that. I'd held it off for five years but I had to blow it. Damnit. Damnit. Double Damnit!
Where was Ron? I thought as I scurried through the hallways, calling his name. I caught sight of him running through the front doors of the school as sprinted after him.
"Ron! Wait up!" I called.
This was dumb. Yes. I did develop some type of mind halting, thought jolting, heart fluttering, pulse racing, stomach melting feeling for Harry, but Ron. He was my best friend. Just like Harry.
That stupid Mag I read this summer told me all about relationships with friends. They are a no-no. Things always end up wonky, and it ruins your friendship. Why oh why did I let him kiss me?!
I found Ron a few minutes later, leaning against a willow tree, sitting cross legged, his eyes blank and zoned off, staring out into the wide expanse of the lake before him. He seemed to be shaking. I didn't want to touch him. I knelt a few feet away.
"Ron?" I whispered tentively.
Suddenly Ron sat bolt upright, his mouth opened in a silent scream, sweat pouring down his face, mixing with tears. He seemed to be shrieking inaudibly with pain. I leapt back, tumbling onto my butt. Scrambling away, I could make out what he was whispering hoarsely, through his screaming.
"Get out of my mind. Get out of my head. If I kill him will you just get out?!" Ron was sobbing pathetically, I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. What was wrong with him. His eyes were glowing bright red. I couldn't breath.
"Yes...Master.I will do this.. Please.. stop hurting me." Ron squealed, rocking back against the tree, almost convulsively. Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started. Ron looked unconscious. I could see his lips moving. I knew I needed too get away. Talk to Dumbledore. Or someone.
Ron was planning on killing Harry.
I barely remember climbing the stairs to Dumbledore's office after whispering the password. I was horrified. I was hyperventilation. I couldn't feel my body. I just needed to warn someone. Harry was in danger. I knew he was probably up and wandering about by now. Even though he shouldn't be. Maybe ever class.I hoped not though. He had Divination this block, and the last thing I needed was him invoking Fire and wind.
"Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked curiously as I burst into his office. He didn't seem surprised to see me.
I flopped into his chair, catching my breath.
"Ron.is.going.to kill..Harry." I choked out, shooting anxious glances out the window. I couldn't see Ron's tree from here. I had no idea if he was with Harry now. I looked to Dumbledore, expecting him to set a strict course of action.
"I know." He said calmly, crossing his fingers on top of his desk. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
"Miss Granger. I few years ago I told Harry Proffessor Trelawney has made three real prophecies in her day. The Destruction of the Dark Lord by a young boy. The rebirth of the Dark Lord. And now the Traitorous best friend, who is controlled by the dark lord. For the longest time I thought that it would be you. No offence." He said. His face was serious. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. What the hell was going on?
"It is Mr. Weasley. Harry will kill him in battle Tonight. Only god knows what will happen to Voldemort. You see, Voldemort has come out on a limb for Ron. His mind is in Ron's body. Since Mind Displacement is only recently discovered, few have mastered it enough to know what happens when a host holding two minds die."
I didn't move. I just let it sink in. There was no dealing with this. One of my best friend was to die.
"I advise you don't look for Harry. He's just invoked Fire and Wind. Only by thinking of the prophecy. That is how much the elements wanted to possess him. He needed only think of the Rules of invoking fire and wind, which he learned how to find in his text book, and now he is brimming with natural, raw power. If he uses it unwisely tonight, he will start the wrong fork in the prophecy, and his own elements with devour his mind."
Dumbledore paused. I kept wanting him to tell me he was joking. But he didn't.
"Harry might die instead of Ron."