Chapter 13
The White Knight
A couple schedules had changed over the past month that Ron, Harry, Nisym, and the Enchanters have lived in the semi-big house. Ron was used to sleeping during the day, and working the long hours of the night. He'd get up with the moon shining over his new home, while the dragons were guarding his door, and while the Hogwarts school was deep in sleep. Harry liked to sleep during the night, he did school work during the day in the comforts of his bedroom. The Enchanters took turns teaching Ron different subjects and Nisym was barely ever seen anymore. She said that Ron shouldn't need her any longer, but Ron knew that Nisym was finally letting go of the world and wanted to do so in peace.
Ron got up with another headache; the singing had seemed to get louder with each passing night. Harry began to stay in bed until 11:00am or sometimes even 1:00pm. Ron thought nothing of it, but today Harry was up before the sun shone with Ron, and was already eating breakfast (if you call eating eggs and bacon at 2 in the morning breakfast).
"Good morning," Harry said with an unconvincing smile.
"Why are you so happy?" Ron asked sarcastically
"I have lessons with you today. I guess I'm a little excited, I wonder what I'm going to be learning," he pondered.
"This shouldn't excite you, they are really boring lessons," he recalled his first lesson with the Enchanters.
*It was a partially bright moon as Ron sat on A stump out in the Forbidden Forest. The moon Was hidden and the breeze was warm, it seemed Like a pretty good night. The Enchanters came out Dressed in robes of bright green with yellow Flowers embroidered on the front center. "That outfit looks a little gay," Ron, said, accidentally A little too loudly. Luckily, the Enchanters Had been cooped up for so long that they Didn't exactly know what 'gay' meant. So They ignored the comment. "Let's begin, Shall we, sire?" Ron gave a slight nod of The head and with the flick of the wrist five Large rocks appeared in front of him. "What's this for?" he asked. "Move them! This is to strengthen your mental capacity To lift large things out of your way." Ron Rolled his eyes and thought the rocks floating High in the air. He opened his eyes, all Five rocks were not to be seen, he looked Up and saw large, gray, bulks of circular Objects floating just above him. He looked At the ten Enchanters who smiled contently At the power that he already gained.*
"See, It's boring junk like that that we always do!" Ron yelled.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you never know when things 'all of a sudden' turn around and become....... exciting."
Ron looked at him with a weird face, but decided not to bring the conversation any further.
Just then the ten Enchanters came running towards Ron in an uproar!
"What is it, Granite?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Oh, Master! We shall not have lessons today!"
"WHY NOT!?!?!" Harry called.
"We shall not leave the protection of this house! Masters'........ there is blood on the moon!"
"What?"
"Blood on the moon?" Harry and Ron, both, did not know what this meant.
Granite, hurriedly pulled them to a window in Harry's bedroom, as they gazed upon the dark exterior, just near the horizon (that they could see of it) was a glimpse of the moon. This moon was different from any other, it had a ring that was the color of blood, and was rather larger than usual. Harry then gasped,
"That doesn't look too good.... What does that mean?"
"Blood on the moon...... means trouble's coming."
"OH COME ON!" Ron exasperated, "I'm going outside! This is so stupid! You cannot expect me to NOT go learn my lessons, just because there is a circle around a moon! This is crap to me! Crap!..... I'm sorry Granite, but I don't believe in stuff like that, I understand you're into all that mumbo- jumbo, but not me," he said as he started his way to the door.
"Master NO! We cannot let you go out there, when such a thing as this should stop you..." From the stern look of Ron's face Granite quickly added, "Unless you command us... we will do as you will," as he took a steep bow.
Ron pushed him out of the way and walked into the cold night air. "See, nothing wrong."
A couple hours past and Ron was sitting on his usual stump listening to the history lessons that he would usually be learning in Professor Binn's classroom. He sat there, barely paying attention, not giving any recollection to the bloody moon, not caring for anything. He started thinking about Malfoy for some reason:
*I wonder if he got an owl back from his father? I wonder how he's doing...* he thought.
He began to think about Hermione, and his thoughts were harder than any other night. He was deep in contemplation of her face, trying not to forget that beautiful smile, those deep eyes, and that wavy hair. As he thought, he hoped. He hoped to see her again, he hoped for the day that he could hold her one last time; he prayed for her lips to feel his once more.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Just then, in the Girls' Dormitories in the Gryffindor Rooms' up in the Hogwarts Castle, Hermione Granger sat bolt up right in her bed, from a sharp pain in her heart. "Ron," she whispered through her pale lips. And another heart hurt in a far off Slytherin Dormitory made a blonde haired boy rise with perspiration as he muttered Ron's name.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (Psst: back to Ron's thoughts)
Just as he thought of that last moment in the bathroom with Hermione, he heard in the distance, hoofs pawing the ground roughly.
The noise was coming closer, and closer, and didn't stop until Ron saw a beautiful white horse with a rider astride it hidden in an even whiter cloak. It had a sword on its right side and a beautifully kept wand at it's left. Ron was thinking of using his powers to get the thing away, but there was something that stopped him, he didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the emotion that overcame him as he saw the mystical creature come close to him, or maybe the light that he saw surround it as it rushed nearer, but whatever it was, he didn't seem to want to hurt or harm it in anyway.
It all went by so fast! Ron heard the Enchanters scream, Harry running as fast and as hard as he could to catch up, but it was too late. The white rider had snatched Ron up into its arms and raced away. Right, left, right, left, not stopping just racing through trees, and past creatures, and through cobwebs and leaves. Racing, racing, not giving Ron enough time to think about what had just happened, not giving him time to think about how to get out of it. It was just a blur of scenes that washed over Ron like a whirlwind.
The creature carried him farther and farther away from the school, it didn't stop as the sun came over the horizon and the moon sank in the midst. It didn't stop when it heard calls from behind of either Harry or the Enchanters, and it didn't stop when it came to mountains that should of covered its' view. It just kept riding. Ron looked up trying to see under the cloak, to get a glimpse of his captor, but it hid it's exterior. Every time Ron tried to talk, he held back, there was something about this... this... this thing that he couldn't understand. He didn't understand why he felt needn't protection, he didn't understand why he didn't want to let go, or even why he felt such a friendship around this thing, he just knew that at that moment he felt safe, he felt liberated.
Hours upon the back of the galloping horse, holding on for dear life to his kidnapper, they finally slowed down, after they were thousands of miles past Hogwarts and were yards passed the magical mountains that hid the forgotten school. Ron wasn't much scared that he was so far away, in fact, he was glad! He was tired of being so kept away from the world and now he felt like he owned it. He feared the thought of failing Harry, and now that he was far away from him, he felt free from his possession. There seemed to be a spell, or so he thought, that kept him falling in love with Nisym that he just wanted to get away from. And now he was, he was free, he was...
Ron came back to reality as the hijacker came off the horse. He, or she, tied the horse to a nearby tree to let it graze and rest. Ron got off the bare backed horse, and was not stopped when he walked a little ways away from it.
*What if I run? Will it stop me?* he thought. So, he started to run, although he had no intention of leaving.
The white creature didn't seem to care, as if it knew that Ron didn't want to go back, as if it knew that Ron felt he had to stay.
"Who are you?" Ron finally spoke.
There was a pause, then a whispering voice came from the hood, it sounded distant, but then again it sounded as if the creature was speaking right into his ear.
"I am the White Knight," Ron looked at it with awe.
"Why did you take me?" he inquired.
"Why didn't you stop me?" it questioned back.
"Where are we going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Do you know who I am? I am the Oracle, I can kill you at anytime," he said, getting perturbed with the foolish answers that he was getting.
"Well, what now? What were you planning on doing after you took me?"
"You'll see," the White Knight whispered.
There was something secret and surreptitious about this profound mortal. It was different and intimidating at the same time. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do, and he was speechless for the first time.
"Can you take off your hood?"
The White Knight walked to his/her horse as if ignoring the question. It patted the sleeping mare, went to the middle of the open field, and sat Indian style on the ground in a patch of flowers. The creature started to mutter words that Ron thought would be Thamm, but couldn't tell. As he started to go near the being, he felt the earth move. It sounded like a roar, he looked to where the noise was coming from and there, in the far off, were the mountains, but they weren't in their original spot. They were moving! They were slowly closing the only opening leading to the Wizard and Witch School.
*This 'White Knight' obviously has powers that are unimaginable and as
unique as my own * he pondered *That makes no sense.*
Night was falling and they were traveling again. The horse was well rested and he was running faster than ever. Ron got on the horse willingly when the White Knight asked; and, yes, the White Knight DID ask.
*This is a weird captor; it doesn't know what it's doing! I can run away or kill it at any moment and it doesn't care, as if it went through all that for nothing! Or maybe it trusts me* he held on to the sallow stallion with his feet, seeing as how it was barebacked. Before them... wide open territory, behind, a wasteland of the past that Ron did not want to meet again. All the worries that he had, all the responsibility that was pushed on him so fast was lost, gone, and forgotten.
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A/N: Dun-dun-dunnnn! Hum. we wonder who is the White Knight, we wonder, we wonder! Is SHE good? Is HE bad? (Notice I say he AND she) Haha! We wonder, we wonder! BUT we won't know until you can't stand it anymore! MUWAHAHA! Sooooooo, if you want to find out, give me good reviews and maybe, just maybe, will this secret captor be revealed earlier than planned. *Evil snicker*
P.S. The idea of the White Knight capturing Ron is all credited to rory_dasiny
P.P.S. This story is almost finished! I think there will be 2 or 3..... Or 4 more chapters' hehe! And THEN I'll be done!
The White Knight
A couple schedules had changed over the past month that Ron, Harry, Nisym, and the Enchanters have lived in the semi-big house. Ron was used to sleeping during the day, and working the long hours of the night. He'd get up with the moon shining over his new home, while the dragons were guarding his door, and while the Hogwarts school was deep in sleep. Harry liked to sleep during the night, he did school work during the day in the comforts of his bedroom. The Enchanters took turns teaching Ron different subjects and Nisym was barely ever seen anymore. She said that Ron shouldn't need her any longer, but Ron knew that Nisym was finally letting go of the world and wanted to do so in peace.
Ron got up with another headache; the singing had seemed to get louder with each passing night. Harry began to stay in bed until 11:00am or sometimes even 1:00pm. Ron thought nothing of it, but today Harry was up before the sun shone with Ron, and was already eating breakfast (if you call eating eggs and bacon at 2 in the morning breakfast).
"Good morning," Harry said with an unconvincing smile.
"Why are you so happy?" Ron asked sarcastically
"I have lessons with you today. I guess I'm a little excited, I wonder what I'm going to be learning," he pondered.
"This shouldn't excite you, they are really boring lessons," he recalled his first lesson with the Enchanters.
*It was a partially bright moon as Ron sat on A stump out in the Forbidden Forest. The moon Was hidden and the breeze was warm, it seemed Like a pretty good night. The Enchanters came out Dressed in robes of bright green with yellow Flowers embroidered on the front center. "That outfit looks a little gay," Ron, said, accidentally A little too loudly. Luckily, the Enchanters Had been cooped up for so long that they Didn't exactly know what 'gay' meant. So They ignored the comment. "Let's begin, Shall we, sire?" Ron gave a slight nod of The head and with the flick of the wrist five Large rocks appeared in front of him. "What's this for?" he asked. "Move them! This is to strengthen your mental capacity To lift large things out of your way." Ron Rolled his eyes and thought the rocks floating High in the air. He opened his eyes, all Five rocks were not to be seen, he looked Up and saw large, gray, bulks of circular Objects floating just above him. He looked At the ten Enchanters who smiled contently At the power that he already gained.*
"See, It's boring junk like that that we always do!" Ron yelled.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you never know when things 'all of a sudden' turn around and become....... exciting."
Ron looked at him with a weird face, but decided not to bring the conversation any further.
Just then the ten Enchanters came running towards Ron in an uproar!
"What is it, Granite?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Oh, Master! We shall not have lessons today!"
"WHY NOT!?!?!" Harry called.
"We shall not leave the protection of this house! Masters'........ there is blood on the moon!"
"What?"
"Blood on the moon?" Harry and Ron, both, did not know what this meant.
Granite, hurriedly pulled them to a window in Harry's bedroom, as they gazed upon the dark exterior, just near the horizon (that they could see of it) was a glimpse of the moon. This moon was different from any other, it had a ring that was the color of blood, and was rather larger than usual. Harry then gasped,
"That doesn't look too good.... What does that mean?"
"Blood on the moon...... means trouble's coming."
"OH COME ON!" Ron exasperated, "I'm going outside! This is so stupid! You cannot expect me to NOT go learn my lessons, just because there is a circle around a moon! This is crap to me! Crap!..... I'm sorry Granite, but I don't believe in stuff like that, I understand you're into all that mumbo- jumbo, but not me," he said as he started his way to the door.
"Master NO! We cannot let you go out there, when such a thing as this should stop you..." From the stern look of Ron's face Granite quickly added, "Unless you command us... we will do as you will," as he took a steep bow.
Ron pushed him out of the way and walked into the cold night air. "See, nothing wrong."
A couple hours past and Ron was sitting on his usual stump listening to the history lessons that he would usually be learning in Professor Binn's classroom. He sat there, barely paying attention, not giving any recollection to the bloody moon, not caring for anything. He started thinking about Malfoy for some reason:
*I wonder if he got an owl back from his father? I wonder how he's doing...* he thought.
He began to think about Hermione, and his thoughts were harder than any other night. He was deep in contemplation of her face, trying not to forget that beautiful smile, those deep eyes, and that wavy hair. As he thought, he hoped. He hoped to see her again, he hoped for the day that he could hold her one last time; he prayed for her lips to feel his once more.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Just then, in the Girls' Dormitories in the Gryffindor Rooms' up in the Hogwarts Castle, Hermione Granger sat bolt up right in her bed, from a sharp pain in her heart. "Ron," she whispered through her pale lips. And another heart hurt in a far off Slytherin Dormitory made a blonde haired boy rise with perspiration as he muttered Ron's name.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (Psst: back to Ron's thoughts)
Just as he thought of that last moment in the bathroom with Hermione, he heard in the distance, hoofs pawing the ground roughly.
The noise was coming closer, and closer, and didn't stop until Ron saw a beautiful white horse with a rider astride it hidden in an even whiter cloak. It had a sword on its right side and a beautifully kept wand at it's left. Ron was thinking of using his powers to get the thing away, but there was something that stopped him, he didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the emotion that overcame him as he saw the mystical creature come close to him, or maybe the light that he saw surround it as it rushed nearer, but whatever it was, he didn't seem to want to hurt or harm it in anyway.
It all went by so fast! Ron heard the Enchanters scream, Harry running as fast and as hard as he could to catch up, but it was too late. The white rider had snatched Ron up into its arms and raced away. Right, left, right, left, not stopping just racing through trees, and past creatures, and through cobwebs and leaves. Racing, racing, not giving Ron enough time to think about what had just happened, not giving him time to think about how to get out of it. It was just a blur of scenes that washed over Ron like a whirlwind.
The creature carried him farther and farther away from the school, it didn't stop as the sun came over the horizon and the moon sank in the midst. It didn't stop when it heard calls from behind of either Harry or the Enchanters, and it didn't stop when it came to mountains that should of covered its' view. It just kept riding. Ron looked up trying to see under the cloak, to get a glimpse of his captor, but it hid it's exterior. Every time Ron tried to talk, he held back, there was something about this... this... this thing that he couldn't understand. He didn't understand why he felt needn't protection, he didn't understand why he didn't want to let go, or even why he felt such a friendship around this thing, he just knew that at that moment he felt safe, he felt liberated.
Hours upon the back of the galloping horse, holding on for dear life to his kidnapper, they finally slowed down, after they were thousands of miles past Hogwarts and were yards passed the magical mountains that hid the forgotten school. Ron wasn't much scared that he was so far away, in fact, he was glad! He was tired of being so kept away from the world and now he felt like he owned it. He feared the thought of failing Harry, and now that he was far away from him, he felt free from his possession. There seemed to be a spell, or so he thought, that kept him falling in love with Nisym that he just wanted to get away from. And now he was, he was free, he was...
Ron came back to reality as the hijacker came off the horse. He, or she, tied the horse to a nearby tree to let it graze and rest. Ron got off the bare backed horse, and was not stopped when he walked a little ways away from it.
*What if I run? Will it stop me?* he thought. So, he started to run, although he had no intention of leaving.
The white creature didn't seem to care, as if it knew that Ron didn't want to go back, as if it knew that Ron felt he had to stay.
"Who are you?" Ron finally spoke.
There was a pause, then a whispering voice came from the hood, it sounded distant, but then again it sounded as if the creature was speaking right into his ear.
"I am the White Knight," Ron looked at it with awe.
"Why did you take me?" he inquired.
"Why didn't you stop me?" it questioned back.
"Where are we going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Do you know who I am? I am the Oracle, I can kill you at anytime," he said, getting perturbed with the foolish answers that he was getting.
"Well, what now? What were you planning on doing after you took me?"
"You'll see," the White Knight whispered.
There was something secret and surreptitious about this profound mortal. It was different and intimidating at the same time. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do, and he was speechless for the first time.
"Can you take off your hood?"
The White Knight walked to his/her horse as if ignoring the question. It patted the sleeping mare, went to the middle of the open field, and sat Indian style on the ground in a patch of flowers. The creature started to mutter words that Ron thought would be Thamm, but couldn't tell. As he started to go near the being, he felt the earth move. It sounded like a roar, he looked to where the noise was coming from and there, in the far off, were the mountains, but they weren't in their original spot. They were moving! They were slowly closing the only opening leading to the Wizard and Witch School.
*This 'White Knight' obviously has powers that are unimaginable and as
unique as my own * he pondered *That makes no sense.*
Night was falling and they were traveling again. The horse was well rested and he was running faster than ever. Ron got on the horse willingly when the White Knight asked; and, yes, the White Knight DID ask.
*This is a weird captor; it doesn't know what it's doing! I can run away or kill it at any moment and it doesn't care, as if it went through all that for nothing! Or maybe it trusts me* he held on to the sallow stallion with his feet, seeing as how it was barebacked. Before them... wide open territory, behind, a wasteland of the past that Ron did not want to meet again. All the worries that he had, all the responsibility that was pushed on him so fast was lost, gone, and forgotten.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Dun-dun-dunnnn! Hum. we wonder who is the White Knight, we wonder, we wonder! Is SHE good? Is HE bad? (Notice I say he AND she) Haha! We wonder, we wonder! BUT we won't know until you can't stand it anymore! MUWAHAHA! Sooooooo, if you want to find out, give me good reviews and maybe, just maybe, will this secret captor be revealed earlier than planned. *Evil snicker*
P.S. The idea of the White Knight capturing Ron is all credited to rory_dasiny
P.P.S. This story is almost finished! I think there will be 2 or 3..... Or 4 more chapters' hehe! And THEN I'll be done!