Chapter 2
Question After Question
Ron woke up in the Hospital Wing with Harry at his side, "What happened?" Ron asked as he tried to sit up. "You tell me. A Slytherin boy found you at the steps leading to the Common Room, from what I hear, he said you were pale and shaking. It looked like you were having a seizure or something. Well, anyway he brought you here and well you've been sleeping for almost two days." "Wow! I don't know what happened," Ron lied. He remembered everything, but he didn't want to tell Harry.
Ron had to stay in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the day just in case another seizure might happen, but luckily from Hermione begging the nurse to let him come out so he can study for a test in Potions he was allowed to be on leave.
Ron walked up the stairs slowly as if remembering what happened on them two days before. Everyone was in the Great Hall finishing supper while Ron was going upstairs (he wasn't too hungry). "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. I am Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. What does it mean? What does it MEAN!?!" he yelled, "What if I would of stayed? What would of happened?" these questions and more ran through his head. "Where am I?" Ron realized he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. "The door again, I'm back at the door," and sure enough he was, right back at that same cold door that led to a mysterious book that seemed to be drawing him near.
Whispers surrounded Ron as he stood transfixed at the doorknob. He ignored them with all his might, and stared at it pondering. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," were the whispers, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." He slowly put his hand close to the knob, too scared to touch it. All of a sudden an impulsive urge of reassurance and courage raced through him, he placed his hand on the doorknob. The whispering stopped, and the knob was warm. He looked around furiously before stepping into the unsettled room. In there it was as cold as ever. Ron's eyes first drifted to book, of course. But this time he took more caution to the scarlet tainted pen. He walked over to it with the slowest pace and scarcely touched it before it rose by itself. It lifted to the air, higher that Ron's head, his eyes followed it as it hovered in the air. Then the pen dropped in a corner that Ron never explored before. As he got closer to where the pen had dropped the whispers started whirling through his head again, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." As he got closer, it got louder and louder, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." "What the.." but he stopped in mid sentence as he realized that this small room wasn't the only one. The pen had dropped in front of another door, which was already opened, that Ron had never noticed before. He walked in, but there was nothing there, so he turned around to pick up the pen. Click! Ron turned around as fast as his body could move, and to his surprise the room behind him had become a translucent room filled with candles and bats. Ron went in warily, "I don't know if I can do this," he said under his breath.
Perspiration took over Ron's whole content. He lost himself in his thoughts, consuming every aspect of every liable thought that could explain what this was all about. But no conclusion seemed plausible. He turned away and walked back to the pen, picked it up and placed it next to the book. The pen lifted itself again and pointed its ballpoint straight at Ron's heart. "Anto bou chesima lar meata," words came flooding from Ron's already pale lips, "Anto bou chesima lar MEATA!" He didn't know what he was saying, or commanding, or anything. All he knew was that the pen was, from what it looked like, being forced down to its original place. "Ocon sea bon." He said with a smirk. It didn't seem like he was controlling himself, nor did it seem like anyone else was. He ran out with hurriedness and tried to find someone to talk to.
He knew he couldn't talk to Harry, he would get mad and tell him not to go there again. "Hermione," he whispered and went to find her. When he got the Gryffindor Common Room he only found out that it was 11:00 and no one was up, or so he thought. ZZZZZ! He heard come from a chair near the fire. Lucky enough it was Hermione, he shook her hard and when he woke her up he told her everything.
"Ron! Oh my goodness!" she said a little high-pitched. "I needed to tell you, Hermione. Please don't tell Harry, and please give me any advice EXCEPT tell me not to go back.." "But.." "But nothing! I tried not going back today. I was coming here and I somehow ended up there. I can't 'not go' it takes me there," he exasperated. "Ok, Ron, but.. but.. UGH! I don't know," Hermione was on the verge of tears when she heard these words fall from her lips. "Leave that alone, Ron, don't say anything. 'Cause, yes, I said 'I don't know'. Ok? Ok!" "I wasn't going to," Ron lied. "Well at least get some sleep." Ron didn't realize how tired he was until she said that. He, then, agreed and went to bed, but not for long.
He tossed and turned in his bed-laced four-poster. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," over and over again did these words flow from his sleeping corpse. He jolted up and whispered, "Infro come pure ent say dos lur." Ron was hit with a gust of wind and laid in his bed not being able to get back up because this.. this force was so great. His blanket was thrown from his bed, he was about to scream, but something stilled his voice. Ron was lifted higher and higher (good thing his head didn't start spinning around and started throwing up lol j/j). A stretch of light shot at him. Different places of his body were shot with this beam. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either. He suddenly dropped back to his bed and listened to the dark room to make sure everyone was still asleep. "Onco let seav urhan co," he said slowly, "Be at peace, no harm will come," Ron translated the words without a problem. Knowing his new found 'power', as he called it, he recalled what he had said in the room when he commanded the pen. "Anto bou chesima lar meata. Back to you place you are nothing," he also said, "Ocon sea bon. Now give me life," Ron grabbed his robe and ran to the room, which he decided to call the Mystic when he was talking to Hermione.
He was about to enter the room when he heard Dumbledore's voice. "We have to do away with it. Five students have stumbled upon it, but none has gotten as close as that Ronald Weasley." "But Professor," came the familiar voice of Professor Treelawny, "I.." she stopped and went into a dazed look. She started to talk in a hazy, numinous voice. "This will harm him, in the worst possible way. It will depress the one who loves him in a way that he doesn't understand. He's lying there, breath has left him, heart has stopped, all life disappeared. He is dead to the world alive without knowing. .." When the professor said these words Ron listened more intently, "She cold, scared, alone, crying, lost. She knows what has happened, denying though she must. The book, the book, the book," Professor Treelawny fell to the floor breathless, not able to muster a movement. Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on her wrist to check her pulse, nothing. Blink! And they were gone.
Ron ran into the room, tears flooded his eyes. He wiped them away with force and thought it best that she was at least gone, not happy that she was dead though, because he wanted to be with the book. (Author's note: Don't worry he won't start calling it 'my precious' lol) He began to talk in the tongue that he knew not what to call. "Obe corpsul desera muke," he rolled his eyes and translated his words, "Tell me what is going on." As if he thought he would answer back he said again, "Obe corpsul desera muke." Nothing happened, and nothing happened the next three times he tried either. "Ok! Fine!" silent talks went on in the room, whispers of words Ron could not make out. "Obe Ik nolk sooo meatlay! (Tell me what you want from me!) The whispers got louder and louder, closer and closer, and then stopped. "Ocek in tem sau! (WHAT DO YOU WANT!)" He lay on the floor and started to cry.
He sat there for approximately one hour until he felt a cold hand touch his cheek. "Oving bay (who's there)?" he said as he got swiftly off the floor and turned around. "Ocek in tem sau! (What do you want)" he tried again. The voice began to speak in original tongue, "To open the book." Ron was relieved that he finally got an answer, but was terrified when he heard it. "I can't do that," he stuttered. "Bad things will happen." "Only if you believe in them," said the strange voice. "Why? Why do you want me to open the book? Professor Treelawny said that I would die." "Because there are your answers," the voice said as if steering clear from answering to what Professor Treelawny said. "My answers? My answers? I can't, I can't look in the book." "Onco let (be at peace)," the voice said with great intensity. "What will the book answer?" "Dead to the world, alive without knowing," that was it Ron had to find out what that meant. He put his hand near the book, and the same disconsolate spectacle overcame the room. The room got smaller, the darkness deepened, Ron's hands shook. This time they shook less, as if he had more control. "Bleed con see mayh, avia thead rome caon (dead to the world, alive without knowing)," he read. "MR. WEASLEY!" the room flushed, in a sense, and went to its original estate. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ron turned suddenly to see who had caught him.
"Pleack Saymone de' (Professor Dumbledore)!" he yelled, not meaning to talk in a different tongue. Dumbledore's face went as white as snow, "You are the one!"
Author's Note: There's more to come if reviews are good.
Question After Question
Ron woke up in the Hospital Wing with Harry at his side, "What happened?" Ron asked as he tried to sit up. "You tell me. A Slytherin boy found you at the steps leading to the Common Room, from what I hear, he said you were pale and shaking. It looked like you were having a seizure or something. Well, anyway he brought you here and well you've been sleeping for almost two days." "Wow! I don't know what happened," Ron lied. He remembered everything, but he didn't want to tell Harry.
Ron had to stay in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the day just in case another seizure might happen, but luckily from Hermione begging the nurse to let him come out so he can study for a test in Potions he was allowed to be on leave.
Ron walked up the stairs slowly as if remembering what happened on them two days before. Everyone was in the Great Hall finishing supper while Ron was going upstairs (he wasn't too hungry). "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. I am Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. What does it mean? What does it MEAN!?!" he yelled, "What if I would of stayed? What would of happened?" these questions and more ran through his head. "Where am I?" Ron realized he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. "The door again, I'm back at the door," and sure enough he was, right back at that same cold door that led to a mysterious book that seemed to be drawing him near.
Whispers surrounded Ron as he stood transfixed at the doorknob. He ignored them with all his might, and stared at it pondering. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," were the whispers, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." He slowly put his hand close to the knob, too scared to touch it. All of a sudden an impulsive urge of reassurance and courage raced through him, he placed his hand on the doorknob. The whispering stopped, and the knob was warm. He looked around furiously before stepping into the unsettled room. In there it was as cold as ever. Ron's eyes first drifted to book, of course. But this time he took more caution to the scarlet tainted pen. He walked over to it with the slowest pace and scarcely touched it before it rose by itself. It lifted to the air, higher that Ron's head, his eyes followed it as it hovered in the air. Then the pen dropped in a corner that Ron never explored before. As he got closer to where the pen had dropped the whispers started whirling through his head again, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." As he got closer, it got louder and louder, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." "What the.." but he stopped in mid sentence as he realized that this small room wasn't the only one. The pen had dropped in front of another door, which was already opened, that Ron had never noticed before. He walked in, but there was nothing there, so he turned around to pick up the pen. Click! Ron turned around as fast as his body could move, and to his surprise the room behind him had become a translucent room filled with candles and bats. Ron went in warily, "I don't know if I can do this," he said under his breath.
Perspiration took over Ron's whole content. He lost himself in his thoughts, consuming every aspect of every liable thought that could explain what this was all about. But no conclusion seemed plausible. He turned away and walked back to the pen, picked it up and placed it next to the book. The pen lifted itself again and pointed its ballpoint straight at Ron's heart. "Anto bou chesima lar meata," words came flooding from Ron's already pale lips, "Anto bou chesima lar MEATA!" He didn't know what he was saying, or commanding, or anything. All he knew was that the pen was, from what it looked like, being forced down to its original place. "Ocon sea bon." He said with a smirk. It didn't seem like he was controlling himself, nor did it seem like anyone else was. He ran out with hurriedness and tried to find someone to talk to.
He knew he couldn't talk to Harry, he would get mad and tell him not to go there again. "Hermione," he whispered and went to find her. When he got the Gryffindor Common Room he only found out that it was 11:00 and no one was up, or so he thought. ZZZZZ! He heard come from a chair near the fire. Lucky enough it was Hermione, he shook her hard and when he woke her up he told her everything.
"Ron! Oh my goodness!" she said a little high-pitched. "I needed to tell you, Hermione. Please don't tell Harry, and please give me any advice EXCEPT tell me not to go back.." "But.." "But nothing! I tried not going back today. I was coming here and I somehow ended up there. I can't 'not go' it takes me there," he exasperated. "Ok, Ron, but.. but.. UGH! I don't know," Hermione was on the verge of tears when she heard these words fall from her lips. "Leave that alone, Ron, don't say anything. 'Cause, yes, I said 'I don't know'. Ok? Ok!" "I wasn't going to," Ron lied. "Well at least get some sleep." Ron didn't realize how tired he was until she said that. He, then, agreed and went to bed, but not for long.
He tossed and turned in his bed-laced four-poster. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing. Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," over and over again did these words flow from his sleeping corpse. He jolted up and whispered, "Infro come pure ent say dos lur." Ron was hit with a gust of wind and laid in his bed not being able to get back up because this.. this force was so great. His blanket was thrown from his bed, he was about to scream, but something stilled his voice. Ron was lifted higher and higher (good thing his head didn't start spinning around and started throwing up lol j/j). A stretch of light shot at him. Different places of his body were shot with this beam. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either. He suddenly dropped back to his bed and listened to the dark room to make sure everyone was still asleep. "Onco let seav urhan co," he said slowly, "Be at peace, no harm will come," Ron translated the words without a problem. Knowing his new found 'power', as he called it, he recalled what he had said in the room when he commanded the pen. "Anto bou chesima lar meata. Back to you place you are nothing," he also said, "Ocon sea bon. Now give me life," Ron grabbed his robe and ran to the room, which he decided to call the Mystic when he was talking to Hermione.
He was about to enter the room when he heard Dumbledore's voice. "We have to do away with it. Five students have stumbled upon it, but none has gotten as close as that Ronald Weasley." "But Professor," came the familiar voice of Professor Treelawny, "I.." she stopped and went into a dazed look. She started to talk in a hazy, numinous voice. "This will harm him, in the worst possible way. It will depress the one who loves him in a way that he doesn't understand. He's lying there, breath has left him, heart has stopped, all life disappeared. He is dead to the world alive without knowing. .." When the professor said these words Ron listened more intently, "She cold, scared, alone, crying, lost. She knows what has happened, denying though she must. The book, the book, the book," Professor Treelawny fell to the floor breathless, not able to muster a movement. Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on her wrist to check her pulse, nothing. Blink! And they were gone.
Ron ran into the room, tears flooded his eyes. He wiped them away with force and thought it best that she was at least gone, not happy that she was dead though, because he wanted to be with the book. (Author's note: Don't worry he won't start calling it 'my precious' lol) He began to talk in the tongue that he knew not what to call. "Obe corpsul desera muke," he rolled his eyes and translated his words, "Tell me what is going on." As if he thought he would answer back he said again, "Obe corpsul desera muke." Nothing happened, and nothing happened the next three times he tried either. "Ok! Fine!" silent talks went on in the room, whispers of words Ron could not make out. "Obe Ik nolk sooo meatlay! (Tell me what you want from me!) The whispers got louder and louder, closer and closer, and then stopped. "Ocek in tem sau! (WHAT DO YOU WANT!)" He lay on the floor and started to cry.
He sat there for approximately one hour until he felt a cold hand touch his cheek. "Oving bay (who's there)?" he said as he got swiftly off the floor and turned around. "Ocek in tem sau! (What do you want)" he tried again. The voice began to speak in original tongue, "To open the book." Ron was relieved that he finally got an answer, but was terrified when he heard it. "I can't do that," he stuttered. "Bad things will happen." "Only if you believe in them," said the strange voice. "Why? Why do you want me to open the book? Professor Treelawny said that I would die." "Because there are your answers," the voice said as if steering clear from answering to what Professor Treelawny said. "My answers? My answers? I can't, I can't look in the book." "Onco let (be at peace)," the voice said with great intensity. "What will the book answer?" "Dead to the world, alive without knowing," that was it Ron had to find out what that meant. He put his hand near the book, and the same disconsolate spectacle overcame the room. The room got smaller, the darkness deepened, Ron's hands shook. This time they shook less, as if he had more control. "Bleed con see mayh, avia thead rome caon (dead to the world, alive without knowing)," he read. "MR. WEASLEY!" the room flushed, in a sense, and went to its original estate. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ron turned suddenly to see who had caught him.
"Pleack Saymone de' (Professor Dumbledore)!" he yelled, not meaning to talk in a different tongue. Dumbledore's face went as white as snow, "You are the one!"
Author's Note: There's more to come if reviews are good.