Chapter 4
Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing
Night fell, Hogwarts students were all in bed snoring, and Ron had already had his robe on and was ready to go to the Common Room. Hermione, in the Girls Dormitories, was watching the clock and, also, ready to go on the move. One-minute left.. out the door, down the steps, "Ready?" they both questioned, a simple nod and they were on their way. Hermione was sweating and panting as they ran from corridor to corridor, on the other hand Ron was still going strong adrenaline was pumping, but fear wasn't the reason and no sweat to show it. There was the door four step away, three steps, and they were there, Hermione was looking at the door wide eyed as Ron turned the knob slowly. Ron went in first; Hermione waited a while before following. A chill went down her spine as she looked into the darkness of the exterior. Her eyes, like everyone's, glided to the book and she was transfixed with wonder. Her eye contact was reproached as Ron walked into view. "Ok, now watch the door," Hermione whispered a 'yes' as Ron walked to the book. He looked at her reassuringly and he placed his hands above the book.
Again, the area seemed to close in, the gloom intensified, Ron had not been shaking all the way, but Hermione was quaking furiously as she watched the sight of Ron speaking in Oracle and looking as if he were decaying. She saw his skin tighten his hair change from his bright red to a profound grey. Tears flooded her eyes, her heart began to slow, and the blood rushing to her ears made it sound as if an alarm were going off in them.
Ron placed his hands on the book; nothing happened to him except a gust of hot wind blew him almost clearly off his feet. "Bleed con see mayh, avia thead rome caon (dead to the world, alive without knowing)," he whispered, another sliver of cold went down Hermione's spine, but she didn't close her eyes. She wanted to scream from the pain that had overcome her, she felt as if she was being cut a thousand times over, as if blood was everywhere on her sweaty body, as if flames were wrapping her very essence, but she refused to make a noise feeling as if something was holding her back.
Ron opened the book a shot of green light poured from the book, making it impossible to read from the glow of the light. While squinting his eyes he read, "Now you will know." His heart completely stopped and he crashed to the floor. Laying there still, eyes closed, darkness flooding him. He felt as if a need to open them, but when he did it was a horrid sight, there on the floor was his pale body full of sweat and blood, no breathe coming from his mouth, no life whatsoever. Ron then saw Hermione sitting on the cold stone step crying hysterically, heart pounding, hands shaking, hoping that what she just witnessed was a dream. *Did it really happen? It can't be! He can't die! He just can't be dead,* she thought. But the thing was it wasn't a dream, it was as real as anything, but more heartrending.
Ron called out, "HERMIONE! I'm here, I'm here!" he sat there watching her cry trying his hardest to reach out, he placed his head on her shoulder, but she didn't look up as if she didn't feel a thing. A hand tapped him on the shoulder, he looked up and asked, "Who are you?" it was a handsome man who said slowly and secretively, "We talked before, now come with me." Ron turned to follow him into the room that the pen had shown him couple days before. He looked around and saw about ten people there. He looked back out the door and thought that he had died, from reading a book, from wanting an answer, from wanting nothing more then to understand. Dumbledore was wrong, everyone was wrong. He was dead, but somehow alive, but no one realized. Ron's head popped up as he realized that he was, "Dead, I am dead to the world, alive without knowing," he then fell on his knees crying uncontrollably.
Author's Note: Don't worry there's more to come if reviews are good.
Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing
Night fell, Hogwarts students were all in bed snoring, and Ron had already had his robe on and was ready to go to the Common Room. Hermione, in the Girls Dormitories, was watching the clock and, also, ready to go on the move. One-minute left.. out the door, down the steps, "Ready?" they both questioned, a simple nod and they were on their way. Hermione was sweating and panting as they ran from corridor to corridor, on the other hand Ron was still going strong adrenaline was pumping, but fear wasn't the reason and no sweat to show it. There was the door four step away, three steps, and they were there, Hermione was looking at the door wide eyed as Ron turned the knob slowly. Ron went in first; Hermione waited a while before following. A chill went down her spine as she looked into the darkness of the exterior. Her eyes, like everyone's, glided to the book and she was transfixed with wonder. Her eye contact was reproached as Ron walked into view. "Ok, now watch the door," Hermione whispered a 'yes' as Ron walked to the book. He looked at her reassuringly and he placed his hands above the book.
Again, the area seemed to close in, the gloom intensified, Ron had not been shaking all the way, but Hermione was quaking furiously as she watched the sight of Ron speaking in Oracle and looking as if he were decaying. She saw his skin tighten his hair change from his bright red to a profound grey. Tears flooded her eyes, her heart began to slow, and the blood rushing to her ears made it sound as if an alarm were going off in them.
Ron placed his hands on the book; nothing happened to him except a gust of hot wind blew him almost clearly off his feet. "Bleed con see mayh, avia thead rome caon (dead to the world, alive without knowing)," he whispered, another sliver of cold went down Hermione's spine, but she didn't close her eyes. She wanted to scream from the pain that had overcome her, she felt as if she was being cut a thousand times over, as if blood was everywhere on her sweaty body, as if flames were wrapping her very essence, but she refused to make a noise feeling as if something was holding her back.
Ron opened the book a shot of green light poured from the book, making it impossible to read from the glow of the light. While squinting his eyes he read, "Now you will know." His heart completely stopped and he crashed to the floor. Laying there still, eyes closed, darkness flooding him. He felt as if a need to open them, but when he did it was a horrid sight, there on the floor was his pale body full of sweat and blood, no breathe coming from his mouth, no life whatsoever. Ron then saw Hermione sitting on the cold stone step crying hysterically, heart pounding, hands shaking, hoping that what she just witnessed was a dream. *Did it really happen? It can't be! He can't die! He just can't be dead,* she thought. But the thing was it wasn't a dream, it was as real as anything, but more heartrending.
Ron called out, "HERMIONE! I'm here, I'm here!" he sat there watching her cry trying his hardest to reach out, he placed his head on her shoulder, but she didn't look up as if she didn't feel a thing. A hand tapped him on the shoulder, he looked up and asked, "Who are you?" it was a handsome man who said slowly and secretively, "We talked before, now come with me." Ron turned to follow him into the room that the pen had shown him couple days before. He looked around and saw about ten people there. He looked back out the door and thought that he had died, from reading a book, from wanting an answer, from wanting nothing more then to understand. Dumbledore was wrong, everyone was wrong. He was dead, but somehow alive, but no one realized. Ron's head popped up as he realized that he was, "Dead, I am dead to the world, alive without knowing," he then fell on his knees crying uncontrollably.
Author's Note: Don't worry there's more to come if reviews are good.