Chapter 15
Dying Soul
It had now been 3 days that Ron and the White Knight had been traveling, he still not knowing whom it was. Ron began to think that he/she didn't know where it was going either, but he still followed the creature wherever it led its horse. Their travels together were enjoyable in Ron's point of view. He liked not having to talk, or to learn, or worry, or have pressure on him; he was free from all the bonds that came with being the new Oracle. But this particular night Ron was thinking how much this would, and will, hurt the future.
It was a drafty night, the White Knight was meditating somewhere in the woods as it often did. The horse, Kia (Kiegh-ya), was grazing in the moonlight, and Ron was still awake by the fire looking at the empty half- crescent with the ring of danger that had never gone away. He was thinking about:...
*Harry! I'm the Oracle! I have a responsibility to him! I'm supposed to protect and serve him! At first I was happy because I didn't have to worry about failing Harry, but now... I have. *
Yes, nothing but doubts, fear, and regrets were flooding his swollen mind. He was beginning to feel the effects of homesickness. All he wanted was to be back were he was, learning his lessons and doing his duty to Harry.
*Why didn't I think of this before!* he fretted *If I would have, I would have been able to turn around a leave this 'white knight'! But now I don't know where to go...*
Ron had began his thoughts hours before the now, and he tried his powers numerously, but the long-distance that was put between them and the fact that he knew not where he was, were draw backs. His telepathy was off, due to lack of concentration and sleep. His teleportation was useless, for he knew not where to teleport to! Somehow, as they were walking in, yet some more woods the other day, he had scraped himself on a tree and was not able to heal, due to his worry and doubt. And any other power that he could think of to use somehow left him breathless and confused. He was in a daze, lost in utter annoyance.
"I'll kill it!" he fumed. A sudden rage overwhelmed Ron as he thought of when the knight had taken him. "I didn't fight back! Why didn't I fight back? I'll kill it!"
He got up hurriedly and raced deep into the forest, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he felt horrible for even thinking of it, but also in the back of his mind was Hermione and all he wanted to do was get back to her, so he stuck with his plan. He found it, meditating, as the being had said it would be. He closed his eyes and a wind rose around Ron. There, at that moment, a storm began to brew, no doubt Ron's doing. It was horrid and loud! There was not rain, just thunder and lighting lashing about like wild fire. It struck twice and then he opened his eyes to shoot at his target, but something distorted his vision. He saw in front of him a huge, black- cloaked beast jump onto the life he was about to take. This beast seemed to come out of now where as it started to torment its victim.
"RON!" he heard scream from under the cloak. The creature looked at Ron with eyes flashing, only to reveal blood dripping from his daggers for teeth. It was a vile vampire that had so hurriedly tried to suck its' prey.
A sudden urge of heroism ran over Ron, he then decided to save this person that he had so wanted to kill himself. There was one... two... three strikes of lighting all hitting the vampire at once, BAM! It hit the floor with a loud thud.
Ron ran over to this White Knight and seen the face of a person unexpected. When the vampire had lunged at the White Knight, it had managed to nock off its' hood. Underneath was the one person Ron longed to be with.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled as he seen the gash in her neck. It wasn't too deep due to the shock that the vampire was in when he was disrupted.
Tears began to fall from his cheek as he screamed her name a thousand times over. He wanted to heal her, but knew he couldn't.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled again, praying everything would be okay. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"
There was nothing to do, he had been with her all this time, and didn't even know it. That's why he couldn't harm her in the first place, that's why he wanted to be with her, that's why he let her capture him. It all made sense now. Ron had known it was she from the very beginning, but just didn't realize that he had already known. And now that he did it was a horrible feeling.
*She went through all of that, so we could be together, and now she's......* he could not even mutter the words. He placed his hand on her motionless chest and his lips on her breathless mouth. It was the most magical kiss ever, and the worst. Just then, Ron got up, and swiped Hermione in his arms. He placed her on the back of the horse and began to run the way they came. He didn't think about what he was doing, it was his heart that drove him into such a state.
"I don't care if it takes us days on end, I'll get you back to me, baby! I'LL GET YOU BACK!" he kissed her again on the forehead and began to run with all of the strength he had left to do anything he could for his love.
He was running, running, and did not stop, did not tire, he wanted to do all he could to save her. 'Heal her' was in the back of his mind, but he knew it would be useless. He slowed down as he heard her grunt,
"What is it? Are you okay? It'll be alright..... Shhhh," he told her, as she was about to speak. "Don't worry, I'll save you." The tears began to fall again, and his vision began to blur. He was such a mess, his robes were torn, his shoes were worn, his eyes were puffy, the horse began to tire and did not want to listen, the wound on her neck began to swell, and her eyes began to close. Ron didn't know what to do, but run.
"Ron," she whispered with, what seemed like, her last breathe.
"Don't speak," he said while snuffing his nose and taking her hand, "Shh, baby, it's ok."
"Ron, something happened a few days before I came to get you."
"Yes, I know, you were trying to tell me in the bathroom. I should have listened, I'm so sorry!"
She shook her head 'no', "It's okay, I just..." she took a deep breath and her hand fell from Ron's.
"NO!" He took her from the horse and laid her gently on the damp grass. He held her head to his heart and cried compassionately.
A couple seconds of crying his soul out, he felt a cold air stream blow on his cheek, then a movement in his arms, next a heart beat, and Hermione breathing slowly.
"HERMIONE!" he yelped as he pulled her away, to look at her face.
"Ron!" she whispered, still catching her breath. They hugged each other warmly and did not let go; they were too scared to let go.
"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Ron repeated over and over again. "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" he yelled.
He looked at her neck and saw, still, a deep gash on her neckline, it was a gross sight, but Ron kissed the wound ever so gently.
"Ron," Hermione said, stopping him.
"What is it?"
"I need to tell you something," she said still a little out of breath.
"Go ahead....."
"Ron, I went into the Forbidden Forest and found the book the night before you came into the bathroom, I don't know how I found it! And well... I knew the only way to be with you, is to be you, so I opened the book..."
"YOU WHAT?!?!?" he yelled as he pushed her away.
"Ron, I'm sorry, but I had to be with you, I couldn't stand it! I was so worried about you, I had to be with you at least for a second, and I thought the book would do that for me!"
"What happened after?" Ron whispered as he tried to calm down.
"Well, when I opened it there was a light and it hurt my eyes, then a burning fire came out of the book and went into me mouth and eyes and I don't remember what happened next, the only thing is afterwards I was waking up on the floor of the forest with a pile of ashes on the side of me. Ron! ........... It was the book!" she looked down ashamed of what she'd done.
"WHAT? No, I... I ... I ... need that!"
"Ron, I'm so sorry!"
"Why, Hermione? WHY!?!?" he took a deep breath, "....... Go on."
"(Sniffle) Things started to happen. I could feel you at times. As if you were calling me. That night that I took you, the feeling was stronger than ever, and kind of forced me to go after you."
"I was! I was thinking about you that night!"
"You were in my head all the time. I was throwing up because I couldn't think by myself, I couldn't eat, I can't sleep, and if there was a lot of noise my head would hurt so bad that... Malfoy said that my head was literally on fire one time... Ron, I couldn't go to school, the library, I talked to Malfoy every night. He was the one who gave me the cloak and horse. He said that the least he could do was help me, to help you. I was tired that night, I have to meditate to clear my thoughts, and all I think about is darkness. It's like a black hole that consumes my soul... Ron, I think I'm dying."
Ron knew why she was having so much trouble and felt so awful, "It's because the powers weren't meant to be in you, Hermione! You aren't able to handle them. We need to somehow get them out of you."
Hermione looked at Ron with sorrowful eyes and Ron could see in her soul: torment and pain. He felt so bad for yelling, but this was all such a shock and he didn't know how to fix it.
"Let's rest for the night," before they knew it the moon was on them again, another day had come and gone. Hermione just laid down, too nervous too worried to mutter words, so Ron fed the horse and made a fire; they then lay down on a rock in each other's arms keeping each safe.
While Ron was asleep, Hermione was still awake, too fearful to even try to get sleep, because she knew it would be in vain. She rose from Ron's latent body and went a little ways away so he wouldn't hear. She sat by herself and threw up all she consumed that day, "It hurts," she cried in between breaths. After she wept to herself in agony and sorrow, she cried out to the still air.
"What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE!" she bawled.
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A/N: Whew!
Dying Soul
It had now been 3 days that Ron and the White Knight had been traveling, he still not knowing whom it was. Ron began to think that he/she didn't know where it was going either, but he still followed the creature wherever it led its horse. Their travels together were enjoyable in Ron's point of view. He liked not having to talk, or to learn, or worry, or have pressure on him; he was free from all the bonds that came with being the new Oracle. But this particular night Ron was thinking how much this would, and will, hurt the future.
It was a drafty night, the White Knight was meditating somewhere in the woods as it often did. The horse, Kia (Kiegh-ya), was grazing in the moonlight, and Ron was still awake by the fire looking at the empty half- crescent with the ring of danger that had never gone away. He was thinking about:...
*Harry! I'm the Oracle! I have a responsibility to him! I'm supposed to protect and serve him! At first I was happy because I didn't have to worry about failing Harry, but now... I have. *
Yes, nothing but doubts, fear, and regrets were flooding his swollen mind. He was beginning to feel the effects of homesickness. All he wanted was to be back were he was, learning his lessons and doing his duty to Harry.
*Why didn't I think of this before!* he fretted *If I would have, I would have been able to turn around a leave this 'white knight'! But now I don't know where to go...*
Ron had began his thoughts hours before the now, and he tried his powers numerously, but the long-distance that was put between them and the fact that he knew not where he was, were draw backs. His telepathy was off, due to lack of concentration and sleep. His teleportation was useless, for he knew not where to teleport to! Somehow, as they were walking in, yet some more woods the other day, he had scraped himself on a tree and was not able to heal, due to his worry and doubt. And any other power that he could think of to use somehow left him breathless and confused. He was in a daze, lost in utter annoyance.
"I'll kill it!" he fumed. A sudden rage overwhelmed Ron as he thought of when the knight had taken him. "I didn't fight back! Why didn't I fight back? I'll kill it!"
He got up hurriedly and raced deep into the forest, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he felt horrible for even thinking of it, but also in the back of his mind was Hermione and all he wanted to do was get back to her, so he stuck with his plan. He found it, meditating, as the being had said it would be. He closed his eyes and a wind rose around Ron. There, at that moment, a storm began to brew, no doubt Ron's doing. It was horrid and loud! There was not rain, just thunder and lighting lashing about like wild fire. It struck twice and then he opened his eyes to shoot at his target, but something distorted his vision. He saw in front of him a huge, black- cloaked beast jump onto the life he was about to take. This beast seemed to come out of now where as it started to torment its victim.
"RON!" he heard scream from under the cloak. The creature looked at Ron with eyes flashing, only to reveal blood dripping from his daggers for teeth. It was a vile vampire that had so hurriedly tried to suck its' prey.
A sudden urge of heroism ran over Ron, he then decided to save this person that he had so wanted to kill himself. There was one... two... three strikes of lighting all hitting the vampire at once, BAM! It hit the floor with a loud thud.
Ron ran over to this White Knight and seen the face of a person unexpected. When the vampire had lunged at the White Knight, it had managed to nock off its' hood. Underneath was the one person Ron longed to be with.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled as he seen the gash in her neck. It wasn't too deep due to the shock that the vampire was in when he was disrupted.
Tears began to fall from his cheek as he screamed her name a thousand times over. He wanted to heal her, but knew he couldn't.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled again, praying everything would be okay. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"
There was nothing to do, he had been with her all this time, and didn't even know it. That's why he couldn't harm her in the first place, that's why he wanted to be with her, that's why he let her capture him. It all made sense now. Ron had known it was she from the very beginning, but just didn't realize that he had already known. And now that he did it was a horrible feeling.
*She went through all of that, so we could be together, and now she's......* he could not even mutter the words. He placed his hand on her motionless chest and his lips on her breathless mouth. It was the most magical kiss ever, and the worst. Just then, Ron got up, and swiped Hermione in his arms. He placed her on the back of the horse and began to run the way they came. He didn't think about what he was doing, it was his heart that drove him into such a state.
"I don't care if it takes us days on end, I'll get you back to me, baby! I'LL GET YOU BACK!" he kissed her again on the forehead and began to run with all of the strength he had left to do anything he could for his love.
He was running, running, and did not stop, did not tire, he wanted to do all he could to save her. 'Heal her' was in the back of his mind, but he knew it would be useless. He slowed down as he heard her grunt,
"What is it? Are you okay? It'll be alright..... Shhhh," he told her, as she was about to speak. "Don't worry, I'll save you." The tears began to fall again, and his vision began to blur. He was such a mess, his robes were torn, his shoes were worn, his eyes were puffy, the horse began to tire and did not want to listen, the wound on her neck began to swell, and her eyes began to close. Ron didn't know what to do, but run.
"Ron," she whispered with, what seemed like, her last breathe.
"Don't speak," he said while snuffing his nose and taking her hand, "Shh, baby, it's ok."
"Ron, something happened a few days before I came to get you."
"Yes, I know, you were trying to tell me in the bathroom. I should have listened, I'm so sorry!"
She shook her head 'no', "It's okay, I just..." she took a deep breath and her hand fell from Ron's.
"NO!" He took her from the horse and laid her gently on the damp grass. He held her head to his heart and cried compassionately.
A couple seconds of crying his soul out, he felt a cold air stream blow on his cheek, then a movement in his arms, next a heart beat, and Hermione breathing slowly.
"HERMIONE!" he yelped as he pulled her away, to look at her face.
"Ron!" she whispered, still catching her breath. They hugged each other warmly and did not let go; they were too scared to let go.
"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Ron repeated over and over again. "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" he yelled.
He looked at her neck and saw, still, a deep gash on her neckline, it was a gross sight, but Ron kissed the wound ever so gently.
"Ron," Hermione said, stopping him.
"What is it?"
"I need to tell you something," she said still a little out of breath.
"Go ahead....."
"Ron, I went into the Forbidden Forest and found the book the night before you came into the bathroom, I don't know how I found it! And well... I knew the only way to be with you, is to be you, so I opened the book..."
"YOU WHAT?!?!?" he yelled as he pushed her away.
"Ron, I'm sorry, but I had to be with you, I couldn't stand it! I was so worried about you, I had to be with you at least for a second, and I thought the book would do that for me!"
"What happened after?" Ron whispered as he tried to calm down.
"Well, when I opened it there was a light and it hurt my eyes, then a burning fire came out of the book and went into me mouth and eyes and I don't remember what happened next, the only thing is afterwards I was waking up on the floor of the forest with a pile of ashes on the side of me. Ron! ........... It was the book!" she looked down ashamed of what she'd done.
"WHAT? No, I... I ... I ... need that!"
"Ron, I'm so sorry!"
"Why, Hermione? WHY!?!?" he took a deep breath, "....... Go on."
"(Sniffle) Things started to happen. I could feel you at times. As if you were calling me. That night that I took you, the feeling was stronger than ever, and kind of forced me to go after you."
"I was! I was thinking about you that night!"
"You were in my head all the time. I was throwing up because I couldn't think by myself, I couldn't eat, I can't sleep, and if there was a lot of noise my head would hurt so bad that... Malfoy said that my head was literally on fire one time... Ron, I couldn't go to school, the library, I talked to Malfoy every night. He was the one who gave me the cloak and horse. He said that the least he could do was help me, to help you. I was tired that night, I have to meditate to clear my thoughts, and all I think about is darkness. It's like a black hole that consumes my soul... Ron, I think I'm dying."
Ron knew why she was having so much trouble and felt so awful, "It's because the powers weren't meant to be in you, Hermione! You aren't able to handle them. We need to somehow get them out of you."
Hermione looked at Ron with sorrowful eyes and Ron could see in her soul: torment and pain. He felt so bad for yelling, but this was all such a shock and he didn't know how to fix it.
"Let's rest for the night," before they knew it the moon was on them again, another day had come and gone. Hermione just laid down, too nervous too worried to mutter words, so Ron fed the horse and made a fire; they then lay down on a rock in each other's arms keeping each safe.
While Ron was asleep, Hermione was still awake, too fearful to even try to get sleep, because she knew it would be in vain. She rose from Ron's latent body and went a little ways away so he wouldn't hear. She sat by herself and threw up all she consumed that day, "It hurts," she cried in between breaths. After she wept to herself in agony and sorrow, she cried out to the still air.
"What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE!" she bawled.
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A/N: Whew!