Chapter 10
Step by Step
Harry sat in a Hospital Bed, too scared to get up, too rigid to utter words. He had been in there for two whole weeks, although Madam Pomphrey told him that it would be okay to leave. *Is he dead* he kept thinking.
The scene that had taken place two weeks ago, the brilliant radiance that overshadowed Ron as he saved him, the dreadful thought of Voldemort still being alive, all this and more overcame Harry like a sponge absolving water. It was too quick for his liking. All these things have taken place in almost a blink of an eye. Everyday, for those two weeks that Harry had not dared to leave the protection of Madame Pomphrey, Ron had been by his side, talking to him, although Harry's responses were no more than grunts and nods of the head.
*Think of how Ron feels about all this! How fast it took toll on HIS life*
The swollen bruise of darkness overshadowed Hogwarts. The whole school was in an uproar.
"We have to worship RON?!"
"RON'S going to lead US?"
"HARRY can do it by himself!"
They cried. No one liked the idea of a red head Weasley to be the protector of the great Harry Potter. No, not at all! Everyone, of course, had to make up their own little stories about what happened in the forest, but they never really knew, the only people who knew what had happened was Harry and Ron, and then the Headmaster because Ron was obliged to tell him.
"First, I 'mated' with her! Then everything takes a turn for the worst!" Ron shuddered as he recalled that night. He looked down at his 'girly' ring, but there was seen a faint smile that broadened across his face.
He was in the common room with Hermione, trying to explain why he had to leave suddenly. The two weeks that Harry was in the Hospital, Hermione and Ron didn't talk. They were, either, uncomfortable, or just didn't know what to say or where it should go from there.
"Maybe I should have just... turned it down."
"Turn it down? Ron, you can't 'turn down' being the Oracle! This is your destiny! Ron! You were meant to meet Harry, you were meant to find the book, and you were meant to hear the voices, see the future, read minds! RON it's like a big puzzle, and you're JUST NOW putting the pieces together! But at least you FOUND your pieces," she looked at him with compassion and sweet love.
Nothing, but that moment was theirs, together, both trying their hardest to understand another, to be with each other, both not wanting to fall to the temptation for one last kiss. Nothing was holding them back to say what was on their minds about everything, they were one, they were combined in a malicious duel of two hearts, wanting so bad to hold each other, but forced not to, due to Ron's predicament and Hermione's fear of getting involved.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"I sense something..."
"Huh? You 'sense' something?"
"It feels like... fear," Hermione grabbed her hearts as he said this, "What is it, Hermione?"
"Ron?"
"You? Why are you afraid? You are so afraid!"
"I...I....I..."
"Oh, Hermione," Ron felt a something cold and wet roll down his pale cheeks. He wiped them to see tears, "Hermione." He looked at her with grief and a heart full of something that he could not express.
"Why do you fear me?"
"Ron," tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Just then Professor McGonagal walked into the room, when she saw that they were, obviously, talking she said, "I'm sorry, sir," and she took a steep bow. Ron didn't even notice; he was staring into Hermione's eyes.
"Ronald, sire, you need to come with me."
Ron looked at her, sucked up his pain, and followed her, without looking back to Hermione, who had began to wallow in her grief.
*I feel like he IS leaving me* she bellowed in her mind's eye.
Ron followed the professor through many halls, down many flights of stairs, and across yards of grass. They were outside, only the moon as their lantern. He followed without saying a word, but professor McGonagal wasn't as silent.
"Mr. Potter is already there, Dumbledore, Nisym, all the teachers, are waiting for you," Ron didn't even listen to what she was saying; his mind was on Hermione and what she was feeling. Into the Forbidden Forest they trod, deep, deeper, deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until they came upon an opening that Ron had, both, never noticed, or it was never there.
"Ah! Ronald," Dumbledore called, he was standing in front of all the Hogwarts teachers and there were three or four dragons behind him, and...
"Charlie?"
"Ron!" Charlie took a bow as he neared.
"What are you doing here?"
"Setting up your new place!" he smiled at his work. "Aren't they beautiful? There's a two Peruvian Vipertooth's, they're small, but they're as fast as hell, and there's one Igneasian Blueroot, they are VERY protective, great for fortification!"
"IT'S HUGE!" Ron said, finally speaking.
"Well, yes!"
"Not the dragon! The house... castle... thing!" and sure enough there was a beautiful abode behind these fire breathing protectors. "I've never realized it before!"
"We've put an invisibility charm over it, NO student will find THAT!" Charlie laughed. "Go on, let's go inside, Dumbledore will show you."
Dumbledore led him past the three dragons', which looked at him, but seemed to be smiling as he passed, through the oak doors that Dumbledore put a charm on to only let certain people in, and into a great living area. It had nothing but a couch, and bookshelves, upon bookshelves. It was as if they moved the whole library into that room. Across the green, granite floor, and into, what seemed to be, the dining area. It had a sherfine table, with only three chairs. It had pictures of people, who Ron didn't even want to know. Through another door, there were house-elves all busy at work in the kitchen/laundry-room.
*It looked so HUGE from the outside* Ron thought, but it wasn't that big at all. Through the dining room, past a study, a potions room, a room with brooms that had red and blue tape across them that said 'emergency only', and down a long corridor, there were but two rooms left. On the left, it was a dark room, it was similar to a monk's headquarters, it had bricks for walls, and there was one waterbed with velvet, white sheets and in the corners were, yet, more books. There was also something that looked like a mix between a bed and a coffin. It had a mattress and laid on the floor, there were no covers, just the sheets to hide the torn bed. There was a door that could of closed at any second above it and no pillow to allow a good rest.
And on the right, was another bedroom that was filled with light and many colors. It had Gryffindor banners surrounding the walls, which were pearl white, and the bed sheets looked like the one's he used to sleep on in the boy's dormitories. This was no doubt Harry's Room.
He looked up at Dumbledore, who seemed very pleased with his work, "There, good enough for such a person as you, but secret enough to keep you and Harry safe."
Ron then heard outside a herd of footsteps, "Ah! The Enchanters are here!" Ron peeked his head around the corner and there were approximately ten men standing there. "Granite? What are you doing out of the book?"
"Oh, master, we follow the new Oracle!" he beamed.
"Nisym?"
*I live with you, my master* and she bowed to him. * I am your humble mate, your friend, advisor, and wife * she looked into his eyes again, and there was a familiar sweet, violet flower that was her color.
Her lips were not pale anymore; there was warmth about her. He hair was still long and white, as Ron had seen so often seen. She still didn't dare touch the ground, but floated like a ghost. The only difference was her eyes that she opened so timidly, as if appreciating every blink that was made.
"Do you expect me to live here?" Ron asked everyone in the hall.
*My master, you need to focus on protecting Harry Potter. Leave your protection to these kind people*
"Well, no we don't 'expect' you to live here, we know that you will... you have to," Dumbledore cut in, not being able to hear what Nisym was saying and all.
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A/N: Plz review! I don't really know if I, myself, like this chapter too much, so the next one won't be so much 'fantasy', it'll get better. I prefer more action, and cliffhangers like I started out with; I'm going back to that.
I really didn't think this story would last this long, and for that I thank ALL of my reviewers! THANK YOU!
Step by Step
Harry sat in a Hospital Bed, too scared to get up, too rigid to utter words. He had been in there for two whole weeks, although Madam Pomphrey told him that it would be okay to leave. *Is he dead* he kept thinking.
The scene that had taken place two weeks ago, the brilliant radiance that overshadowed Ron as he saved him, the dreadful thought of Voldemort still being alive, all this and more overcame Harry like a sponge absolving water. It was too quick for his liking. All these things have taken place in almost a blink of an eye. Everyday, for those two weeks that Harry had not dared to leave the protection of Madame Pomphrey, Ron had been by his side, talking to him, although Harry's responses were no more than grunts and nods of the head.
*Think of how Ron feels about all this! How fast it took toll on HIS life*
The swollen bruise of darkness overshadowed Hogwarts. The whole school was in an uproar.
"We have to worship RON?!"
"RON'S going to lead US?"
"HARRY can do it by himself!"
They cried. No one liked the idea of a red head Weasley to be the protector of the great Harry Potter. No, not at all! Everyone, of course, had to make up their own little stories about what happened in the forest, but they never really knew, the only people who knew what had happened was Harry and Ron, and then the Headmaster because Ron was obliged to tell him.
"First, I 'mated' with her! Then everything takes a turn for the worst!" Ron shuddered as he recalled that night. He looked down at his 'girly' ring, but there was seen a faint smile that broadened across his face.
He was in the common room with Hermione, trying to explain why he had to leave suddenly. The two weeks that Harry was in the Hospital, Hermione and Ron didn't talk. They were, either, uncomfortable, or just didn't know what to say or where it should go from there.
"Maybe I should have just... turned it down."
"Turn it down? Ron, you can't 'turn down' being the Oracle! This is your destiny! Ron! You were meant to meet Harry, you were meant to find the book, and you were meant to hear the voices, see the future, read minds! RON it's like a big puzzle, and you're JUST NOW putting the pieces together! But at least you FOUND your pieces," she looked at him with compassion and sweet love.
Nothing, but that moment was theirs, together, both trying their hardest to understand another, to be with each other, both not wanting to fall to the temptation for one last kiss. Nothing was holding them back to say what was on their minds about everything, they were one, they were combined in a malicious duel of two hearts, wanting so bad to hold each other, but forced not to, due to Ron's predicament and Hermione's fear of getting involved.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"I sense something..."
"Huh? You 'sense' something?"
"It feels like... fear," Hermione grabbed her hearts as he said this, "What is it, Hermione?"
"Ron?"
"You? Why are you afraid? You are so afraid!"
"I...I....I..."
"Oh, Hermione," Ron felt a something cold and wet roll down his pale cheeks. He wiped them to see tears, "Hermione." He looked at her with grief and a heart full of something that he could not express.
"Why do you fear me?"
"Ron," tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Just then Professor McGonagal walked into the room, when she saw that they were, obviously, talking she said, "I'm sorry, sir," and she took a steep bow. Ron didn't even notice; he was staring into Hermione's eyes.
"Ronald, sire, you need to come with me."
Ron looked at her, sucked up his pain, and followed her, without looking back to Hermione, who had began to wallow in her grief.
*I feel like he IS leaving me* she bellowed in her mind's eye.
Ron followed the professor through many halls, down many flights of stairs, and across yards of grass. They were outside, only the moon as their lantern. He followed without saying a word, but professor McGonagal wasn't as silent.
"Mr. Potter is already there, Dumbledore, Nisym, all the teachers, are waiting for you," Ron didn't even listen to what she was saying; his mind was on Hermione and what she was feeling. Into the Forbidden Forest they trod, deep, deeper, deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until they came upon an opening that Ron had, both, never noticed, or it was never there.
"Ah! Ronald," Dumbledore called, he was standing in front of all the Hogwarts teachers and there were three or four dragons behind him, and...
"Charlie?"
"Ron!" Charlie took a bow as he neared.
"What are you doing here?"
"Setting up your new place!" he smiled at his work. "Aren't they beautiful? There's a two Peruvian Vipertooth's, they're small, but they're as fast as hell, and there's one Igneasian Blueroot, they are VERY protective, great for fortification!"
"IT'S HUGE!" Ron said, finally speaking.
"Well, yes!"
"Not the dragon! The house... castle... thing!" and sure enough there was a beautiful abode behind these fire breathing protectors. "I've never realized it before!"
"We've put an invisibility charm over it, NO student will find THAT!" Charlie laughed. "Go on, let's go inside, Dumbledore will show you."
Dumbledore led him past the three dragons', which looked at him, but seemed to be smiling as he passed, through the oak doors that Dumbledore put a charm on to only let certain people in, and into a great living area. It had nothing but a couch, and bookshelves, upon bookshelves. It was as if they moved the whole library into that room. Across the green, granite floor, and into, what seemed to be, the dining area. It had a sherfine table, with only three chairs. It had pictures of people, who Ron didn't even want to know. Through another door, there were house-elves all busy at work in the kitchen/laundry-room.
*It looked so HUGE from the outside* Ron thought, but it wasn't that big at all. Through the dining room, past a study, a potions room, a room with brooms that had red and blue tape across them that said 'emergency only', and down a long corridor, there were but two rooms left. On the left, it was a dark room, it was similar to a monk's headquarters, it had bricks for walls, and there was one waterbed with velvet, white sheets and in the corners were, yet, more books. There was also something that looked like a mix between a bed and a coffin. It had a mattress and laid on the floor, there were no covers, just the sheets to hide the torn bed. There was a door that could of closed at any second above it and no pillow to allow a good rest.
And on the right, was another bedroom that was filled with light and many colors. It had Gryffindor banners surrounding the walls, which were pearl white, and the bed sheets looked like the one's he used to sleep on in the boy's dormitories. This was no doubt Harry's Room.
He looked up at Dumbledore, who seemed very pleased with his work, "There, good enough for such a person as you, but secret enough to keep you and Harry safe."
Ron then heard outside a herd of footsteps, "Ah! The Enchanters are here!" Ron peeked his head around the corner and there were approximately ten men standing there. "Granite? What are you doing out of the book?"
"Oh, master, we follow the new Oracle!" he beamed.
"Nisym?"
*I live with you, my master* and she bowed to him. * I am your humble mate, your friend, advisor, and wife * she looked into his eyes again, and there was a familiar sweet, violet flower that was her color.
Her lips were not pale anymore; there was warmth about her. He hair was still long and white, as Ron had seen so often seen. She still didn't dare touch the ground, but floated like a ghost. The only difference was her eyes that she opened so timidly, as if appreciating every blink that was made.
"Do you expect me to live here?" Ron asked everyone in the hall.
*My master, you need to focus on protecting Harry Potter. Leave your protection to these kind people*
"Well, no we don't 'expect' you to live here, we know that you will... you have to," Dumbledore cut in, not being able to hear what Nisym was saying and all.
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A/N: Plz review! I don't really know if I, myself, like this chapter too much, so the next one won't be so much 'fantasy', it'll get better. I prefer more action, and cliffhangers like I started out with; I'm going back to that.
I really didn't think this story would last this long, and for that I thank ALL of my reviewers! THANK YOU!