Chapter 5
HE'S BACK
Ron sat there crying, crying not wanting to look at Hermione. He felt warmth on his back that felt like fire. He turned around, and saw candles lit in every corner of the room he was in. He also saw 10 old men on their knees in front of him muttering words, the ten young men had seemed to either, grow rapidly or disappear. In the corner there was, what looked like, the oldest of them, he seemed to be the handsome one to lead him in there. He resembled Dumbledore in a way, his beard almost was down to the floor, his eyes were gentle, and he was the only one not bowing all the way to the floor. Ron stared at them all in a confused state until the eldest spoke, "Master you have finally come," he said this in the tongue that Ron had so suddenly, and recently, learned. "Master?" he questioned, finally finding his voice. Everyone looked up at him and questioned at once, "You know not who you are?" Ron raised one eyebrow as he wiped the cold tears that were drying on his face. "Sorry, I guess not... not anymore," he whispered honestly. "Why, Master, you are the one to lead us!" they cried in unison. Ron looked at the eldest that had spoken first. "What are they talking about?" "You are the one!"
Hermione thought to herself, "I need to find Dumbledore," she left the room without stopping her tears from flowing. She was still shaking and cold, but that didn't stop her from finding the Professor.
"The One?" Ron heard this name before from Dumbledore, but still had no answers on what he meant. "We are your faithful adversaries," the elder said, seeing as how he had a lot of explaining to do. "The Boy Who Lived, the One to defeat the feared Voldemort, is your companion. You have been chosen by the Oracle," he looked over to another corner leading to a girl dressed in a white cloak, eyes closed, hair white as snow, skin as fair as lace, "She has chosen you to be The One, the clandestine beholder." "But why?" "To save Potter." "Again, why?" "In the end he will not possess enough power to gain control of he-who-must-not-be-name's death, you will be there to give him the power. The Oracle has given us knowledge, in her own way that you have had your name down since the beginning of time. She's the one that gave you your power to speak in Thamm." "Thamm? I thought the language was Oracle." "No, *she* is the Oracle, the language in Thamm, but no one could of known that because you are the only one chosen." Ron stared at the girl, "Why won't she open her eyes?" "Why, she is blind!" "Oh, sorry. Why did she choose me again?" Getting perturbed he said again, "You are to possess powers incomprehensible to the wizarding world. Wands will be no use to you, reading minds to find out who Potter's enemies are will be a second power, nonsense words will have no effect, just the mere thought of what you want to do and you will be able to save or heal anyone. We do not know why you are chosen except that you are the only able to handle these powers." "No I'm not! I'm a wimp!" for the first time he seen everyone smile. "Master, we are to help you with any questions that you have, with any power that you do not know how to use, we are called the guardians of the clandestine beholder, angels of the night, protectors of the advocate..." "Yeah, I get it," Ron cut him off. "Master, do you understand all you need for now?" "Yes, I think you gave me pretty much everything I need to know." "Then you must go." All of a sudden he fell backwards and didn't stop.
Hermione sat by the side of Ron's bed in the hospital wing with Dumbledore and Harry at her side. "Professor? Will he wake up?" Harry asked fearing for his friend's life. "I honestly do not know," Dumbledore looked guilty. Hermione had told Harry everything and Harry wanted to blame someone so he let it out on Dumbledore. Dumbledore took what Harry had to say to heart, but knew it was true. He knew Ron wasn't ready to find out his answers, but out of wanting to know himself he allowed Ron to see what the future held for them all. Hermione thought it was her fault, if she would of told Harry in the first place; they would of convinced him not to go. But what they all did not know was that no matter how they would of went about the situation, the same thing would of happened, Ron would of went into the room for concern, he would of opened the book and found the Oracle. The only difference was that Hermione wouldn't have been there to save him.
All of a sudden, Ron's finger twitched, then his foot, his body then suddenly sprang to life. He opened his eyes, but they weren't there it was a light that flooded from his gaze. He fell out of bed rubbing his eyes. Everyone jumped up and watched him toss and turn, too scared to touch him. Ron grabbed a knife that was on the bedside and started stabbing himself, over and over and over again. Madam Pomphrey ran in the room, and made everyone hold him down. Ron felt the cold steel run in and out of his body, but he didn't feel any cold blood fall. He then felt warm hands grabbing at him he flailed his arms. He kept trying to stab himself, but when his hand came down, it was his hands with no knife. "AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, but he stopped. He calmed down realizing that he couldn't hurt himself. He didn't open his eyes, because he still felt that everyone was holding him. He heard Madam Pomphrey whisper some words and heard the swishing of a wand. When he realized the spell was supposed to put him a deep sleep, but didn't work, he then pretended to be asleep, as everyone lifted him up to the bed. He felt cold tears showering him on all sides of his feeble corpse.
"What's happening to him, Professor?" Hermione cried. "He has accepted his destiny," there was a faint smirk that ran across his face. "Why isn't he bleeding? He just stabbed himself!" Harry was getting into the conversation now. "Harry Potter, he is now going to be your rescuer. He now has powers that you and all will now have to accept." Harry looked at the Professor confused, then looked at Ron and began to cry. Nothing could make them feel better, except to stay with Ron, but they couldn't.
Every time they left, Ron would open his eyes, he saw everything differently. It was now beautiful and unexplainable. The Oracle gave him powers truly unimaginable. He laid in bed exploring his powers, but he still never found out how he could heal anyone.
One night, he looked over to the side of his bed and realized someone laying there. He never noticed her before. He got up and saw a young girl with huge, owl eyes. He touched her and she was freezing, he felt no breathe coming from her mouth. Suddenly her chest moved up and down, but still no breath was felt, warmth came back to her cheeks, and slowly cold air flowed from her lips. "HUHUHUH!" she sucked up air, filling her lungs as much as she could. Madam Pomphrey came in, seeing Ron up she almost screamed, but seeing the dead woman alive made her faint. Ron noticed that he was caught so jumped in his bed and closed his eyes. He found it hard to get back to sleep while he listened to the woman walking around muttering to herself saying, "I know you're not asleep, I know you saved me, I can see a light around you; gold and silver, red and green. You are the One, save him you must!" she kept saying the same thing over and over. Ron ignored her and just laid there.
The next morning Madam Pomphrey was back up and Dumbledore was there, talking with the woman that Ron had saved that night. "Professor Treelawny!" Ron heard him say triumphantly. "I knew he would save you!" "I knew he would to, I'm so glad you didn't get rid of my dead body!" they both laughed at the thought. Dumbledore was listening to Pomphrey and explaining to her what had become of Ron. *The Oracle was right* Ron thought *No one will understand my powers*
After a couple more days, Ron was tired of pretending to sleep, and listening to Hermione and Harry crying over him so he decided to get up. When he did Madam Pomphrey looked scared of him and let him walk out of the Wing without questions. Before Ron found Hermione and Harry he found Professor Treelawny, he thought she was probably waiting for him. "I just wanted to thank you, sir," Ron was stunned when she called him 'sir', but just muttered a 'welcome' and said, "I had to." Ron was also confused, because he didn't see the usual ugly, scary, old woman that he usually saw in Treelawny, he saw a beautiful young woman with long flowing black hair, he tried to remember what she originally looked like, and when he did he saw her standing in front of him, but then the young woman appeared in front of him again. Ignoring this he left her there.
Ron then explored some more powers that he was given (I'll tell you all of them eventually) he thought hard of Hermione and Ron, and appeared next to them in the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione's eyes were puffy from crying, Harry was holding her hand while they both read a book. They didn't seem to notice that he came in because they didn't look up. Ron coughed to get their attention, "RON!" Hermione jumped up, but suddenly let out a shriek, "Ron, what's wrong with your eyes?" "What do you mean?" Ron asked. "There hollow!"
Author's note: MORE TO COME!
HE'S BACK
Ron sat there crying, crying not wanting to look at Hermione. He felt warmth on his back that felt like fire. He turned around, and saw candles lit in every corner of the room he was in. He also saw 10 old men on their knees in front of him muttering words, the ten young men had seemed to either, grow rapidly or disappear. In the corner there was, what looked like, the oldest of them, he seemed to be the handsome one to lead him in there. He resembled Dumbledore in a way, his beard almost was down to the floor, his eyes were gentle, and he was the only one not bowing all the way to the floor. Ron stared at them all in a confused state until the eldest spoke, "Master you have finally come," he said this in the tongue that Ron had so suddenly, and recently, learned. "Master?" he questioned, finally finding his voice. Everyone looked up at him and questioned at once, "You know not who you are?" Ron raised one eyebrow as he wiped the cold tears that were drying on his face. "Sorry, I guess not... not anymore," he whispered honestly. "Why, Master, you are the one to lead us!" they cried in unison. Ron looked at the eldest that had spoken first. "What are they talking about?" "You are the one!"
Hermione thought to herself, "I need to find Dumbledore," she left the room without stopping her tears from flowing. She was still shaking and cold, but that didn't stop her from finding the Professor.
"The One?" Ron heard this name before from Dumbledore, but still had no answers on what he meant. "We are your faithful adversaries," the elder said, seeing as how he had a lot of explaining to do. "The Boy Who Lived, the One to defeat the feared Voldemort, is your companion. You have been chosen by the Oracle," he looked over to another corner leading to a girl dressed in a white cloak, eyes closed, hair white as snow, skin as fair as lace, "She has chosen you to be The One, the clandestine beholder." "But why?" "To save Potter." "Again, why?" "In the end he will not possess enough power to gain control of he-who-must-not-be-name's death, you will be there to give him the power. The Oracle has given us knowledge, in her own way that you have had your name down since the beginning of time. She's the one that gave you your power to speak in Thamm." "Thamm? I thought the language was Oracle." "No, *she* is the Oracle, the language in Thamm, but no one could of known that because you are the only one chosen." Ron stared at the girl, "Why won't she open her eyes?" "Why, she is blind!" "Oh, sorry. Why did she choose me again?" Getting perturbed he said again, "You are to possess powers incomprehensible to the wizarding world. Wands will be no use to you, reading minds to find out who Potter's enemies are will be a second power, nonsense words will have no effect, just the mere thought of what you want to do and you will be able to save or heal anyone. We do not know why you are chosen except that you are the only able to handle these powers." "No I'm not! I'm a wimp!" for the first time he seen everyone smile. "Master, we are to help you with any questions that you have, with any power that you do not know how to use, we are called the guardians of the clandestine beholder, angels of the night, protectors of the advocate..." "Yeah, I get it," Ron cut him off. "Master, do you understand all you need for now?" "Yes, I think you gave me pretty much everything I need to know." "Then you must go." All of a sudden he fell backwards and didn't stop.
Hermione sat by the side of Ron's bed in the hospital wing with Dumbledore and Harry at her side. "Professor? Will he wake up?" Harry asked fearing for his friend's life. "I honestly do not know," Dumbledore looked guilty. Hermione had told Harry everything and Harry wanted to blame someone so he let it out on Dumbledore. Dumbledore took what Harry had to say to heart, but knew it was true. He knew Ron wasn't ready to find out his answers, but out of wanting to know himself he allowed Ron to see what the future held for them all. Hermione thought it was her fault, if she would of told Harry in the first place; they would of convinced him not to go. But what they all did not know was that no matter how they would of went about the situation, the same thing would of happened, Ron would of went into the room for concern, he would of opened the book and found the Oracle. The only difference was that Hermione wouldn't have been there to save him.
All of a sudden, Ron's finger twitched, then his foot, his body then suddenly sprang to life. He opened his eyes, but they weren't there it was a light that flooded from his gaze. He fell out of bed rubbing his eyes. Everyone jumped up and watched him toss and turn, too scared to touch him. Ron grabbed a knife that was on the bedside and started stabbing himself, over and over and over again. Madam Pomphrey ran in the room, and made everyone hold him down. Ron felt the cold steel run in and out of his body, but he didn't feel any cold blood fall. He then felt warm hands grabbing at him he flailed his arms. He kept trying to stab himself, but when his hand came down, it was his hands with no knife. "AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, but he stopped. He calmed down realizing that he couldn't hurt himself. He didn't open his eyes, because he still felt that everyone was holding him. He heard Madam Pomphrey whisper some words and heard the swishing of a wand. When he realized the spell was supposed to put him a deep sleep, but didn't work, he then pretended to be asleep, as everyone lifted him up to the bed. He felt cold tears showering him on all sides of his feeble corpse.
"What's happening to him, Professor?" Hermione cried. "He has accepted his destiny," there was a faint smirk that ran across his face. "Why isn't he bleeding? He just stabbed himself!" Harry was getting into the conversation now. "Harry Potter, he is now going to be your rescuer. He now has powers that you and all will now have to accept." Harry looked at the Professor confused, then looked at Ron and began to cry. Nothing could make them feel better, except to stay with Ron, but they couldn't.
Every time they left, Ron would open his eyes, he saw everything differently. It was now beautiful and unexplainable. The Oracle gave him powers truly unimaginable. He laid in bed exploring his powers, but he still never found out how he could heal anyone.
One night, he looked over to the side of his bed and realized someone laying there. He never noticed her before. He got up and saw a young girl with huge, owl eyes. He touched her and she was freezing, he felt no breathe coming from her mouth. Suddenly her chest moved up and down, but still no breath was felt, warmth came back to her cheeks, and slowly cold air flowed from her lips. "HUHUHUH!" she sucked up air, filling her lungs as much as she could. Madam Pomphrey came in, seeing Ron up she almost screamed, but seeing the dead woman alive made her faint. Ron noticed that he was caught so jumped in his bed and closed his eyes. He found it hard to get back to sleep while he listened to the woman walking around muttering to herself saying, "I know you're not asleep, I know you saved me, I can see a light around you; gold and silver, red and green. You are the One, save him you must!" she kept saying the same thing over and over. Ron ignored her and just laid there.
The next morning Madam Pomphrey was back up and Dumbledore was there, talking with the woman that Ron had saved that night. "Professor Treelawny!" Ron heard him say triumphantly. "I knew he would save you!" "I knew he would to, I'm so glad you didn't get rid of my dead body!" they both laughed at the thought. Dumbledore was listening to Pomphrey and explaining to her what had become of Ron. *The Oracle was right* Ron thought *No one will understand my powers*
After a couple more days, Ron was tired of pretending to sleep, and listening to Hermione and Harry crying over him so he decided to get up. When he did Madam Pomphrey looked scared of him and let him walk out of the Wing without questions. Before Ron found Hermione and Harry he found Professor Treelawny, he thought she was probably waiting for him. "I just wanted to thank you, sir," Ron was stunned when she called him 'sir', but just muttered a 'welcome' and said, "I had to." Ron was also confused, because he didn't see the usual ugly, scary, old woman that he usually saw in Treelawny, he saw a beautiful young woman with long flowing black hair, he tried to remember what she originally looked like, and when he did he saw her standing in front of him, but then the young woman appeared in front of him again. Ignoring this he left her there.
Ron then explored some more powers that he was given (I'll tell you all of them eventually) he thought hard of Hermione and Ron, and appeared next to them in the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione's eyes were puffy from crying, Harry was holding her hand while they both read a book. They didn't seem to notice that he came in because they didn't look up. Ron coughed to get their attention, "RON!" Hermione jumped up, but suddenly let out a shriek, "Ron, what's wrong with your eyes?" "What do you mean?" Ron asked. "There hollow!"
Author's note: MORE TO COME!