Chapter 16
Unknown Heartbreak
Ron woke up and saw no Hermione. He called out her name and there was no answer. The fire was out, the horse was still resting, Ron was there by himself, but he knew not the reason. As he was standing there turning his head to and fro, looking for her, but out of the blue voices filled his head.
*She's dead* *We need Ron* *We need Ron* *She's dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron*
They just kept repeating themselves, over and over. Ron hit his head trying to 'knock them out'; he closed his eyes tight hoping the noises would go away.
*Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron*
Over and over, and over and over......
"Ron? Are you okay?" as he heard this, the voices stopped.
"What? Oh! Yes," he lied quickly, "Where were you?"
"I needed silence, so I went a little ways away to think. Come on, let's not diddle-dawdle and go. They need you, just as much as I thought I needed you, but now I know, that Harry's the one who needs you. You have a duty to him, and I almost took that away, so come on."
Ron followed her to Kia and mounted with trouble. Ron sat in the front this time, to give Hermione the opportunity to rest her head. She was pale, and her wound began to swell again. Ron may have brought back her life, but her wellness was too far off.
They were traveling for almost eleven hours and they didn't speak, for they knew not what to say. They just rode towards the sun, not turning back, not worrying, just smelling the sweet fragrance that filled the air as they rode; enjoying the silence while it lasted.
Before they knew it, they were where they had begun. Just beyond that mountain that Hermione had moved was the School that they knew they had to get back to.
They rode straight up to the towering mountain and looked at it as it came closer. Not even thinking about how he was going to get through it, Ron just rode right into it. Before he knew it, he was on the other side, just like for Platform 9 ¾. He saw the side of the Forbidden Forest and sped the horse up. As fast as she could go, Kia leaped over fallen trees, through thorn bushes, and over four-legged creatures, she only came to a stop when there, in front of them, was a house. There were no dragons, no people! Ron dismounted the horse while Hermione stayed. He ran to the door, which opened freely. He walked in screaming "HARRY!" but there was no answer. He came out the house and raced to the front of the forest.
There was no one there. Ron knew that that school shouldn't be going on and there should be teachers about, but there was no one!
*I wasn't gone that long!* he thought.
Hermione followed, still on horseback, up to the Hogwarts Castle. Ron ran through the oak doors, again, no one was there. He ran to the other side of the castle and as he was turning the corner there in the distance and congregation. It was all the Hogwarts students with heads bowed down. There was and Dumbledore, Harry, the Enchanters and....
"NISYM!" he called out as he raced their way. As he arrived, everyone looked at him gloomily.
"You're too late," Dumbledore mumbled. Ron sat at the ashen-faced child's side and held her hand.
"She's not..... dead, is she?"
"I'm afraid so, she passed early Monday... two days ago."
A tear fell from his eyes, as he witnessed a friend lying on the floor motionless, breathless, and cold. He couldn't help her! He wasn't there for her when she died! Sorrow filled his soul. He turned around when he heard Hermione ride up slowly on side of him. She dismounted Kia and patted Ron on the back in a comforting way. Ron didn't know her that long, but for the time he did know her, it was beautiful. She was his friend in that short time; she was his advisor, his teacher, and wife. He looked down at his ring, which he never took off, and blinked continuously at the sight that he saw. In there was, what looked like, Nisym's soul in the center looking up at him. He knew she was happy now; all she wanted for the longest time was death. It was all she dreamed of, she wanted freedom from her powers, from her life, and now she had it. Ron tasted freedom for a little while and new it was bitter, but the freedom that Nisym was feeling right now was no doubt sweet and filling. Ron missed her already, but knew that now he was the true Oracle and had to embrace his new life headstrong, without worries. This was his last and only chance to prove himself, for Harry, for Dumbledore, for Hermione.... for Nisym.
As he let go of her hand, her whole body began to rise heavenwards. They all watched her until they couldn't see her any longer. Ron heard sniffles all around him and people hugging him. He was sad, but not as sad as he thought he would be. Dumbledore was bawling, but Ron wasn't. He only shed one tear for her, why? He didn't have an answer for it, he had possibilities though: Maybe it was because he had his true love by his side, maybe because he didn't know enough about her to cry, maybe because she was happy now so he was happy, whatever reason Ron wasn't crying is not known, and maybe never will be. But he did know that it was only the beginning. That night that Voldemort tried to kill Harry, he had left with the words "It is only the beginning," Ron believed it now. Perhaps the establishment of his own story, or the commencement to his new life, or possibly it was going to lead into Voldemort's end, or maybe his own, for whatever it was, it was the creation of... the beginning to something new.
Hermione was there, Dumbledore, Harry, the whole school was there to witness this profound change take place. It was like a silent wave that washed over them, it knocked everyone down one by one. It was a mighty turn of events, but it was also wholesome. Ron held Hermione tight and kissed her wound, which had not yet healed, once more. He had gone through so much, so fast, and he had hoped that that was the worst part and that it was over, but now he knew that that was just the start of what was to come. Yes, it may have been a rough beginning, but it WAS the beginning that he had created for himself. No matter if he liked it or not, he was chosen for this! It was his destiny, which Hermione had made so clear. He was to be the Oracle, and he was living his life the only way he knew how and that was in seclusion and isolation from the outside world that wouldn't understand.
In the weeks that passed, they had made thousands of cantations to free Hermione's soul from the powers that she had stolen. They had awarded Malfoy with thanks and love, for he too was to begin this new road with them. And they had given the school another story, so as to hide Ron's secret. Harry and Ron went back to the forest to learn. Hermione was allowed visits so she would not be driven to capture him again. Ron learned to control his powers in a shorter time, for now he had a reason to learn. He didn't want to 'call' Hermione to do that again either. Everyone was ready! For what? They didn't know. All they knew was that, whatever it was, they were ready to fight for good, and to destroy the evil that they had so long wanted to be rid of. This was THIER beginning, this was THE beginning, the beginning of THIER story, but the end of mine, so thank you to everyone, but this was the last chapter, you can think of whatever ending you want because I have helped you with the opening.
A/N: The end.
Unknown Heartbreak
Ron woke up and saw no Hermione. He called out her name and there was no answer. The fire was out, the horse was still resting, Ron was there by himself, but he knew not the reason. As he was standing there turning his head to and fro, looking for her, but out of the blue voices filled his head.
*She's dead* *We need Ron* *We need Ron* *She's dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron*
They just kept repeating themselves, over and over. Ron hit his head trying to 'knock them out'; he closed his eyes tight hoping the noises would go away.
*Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron* *Dead* *Ron*
Over and over, and over and over......
"Ron? Are you okay?" as he heard this, the voices stopped.
"What? Oh! Yes," he lied quickly, "Where were you?"
"I needed silence, so I went a little ways away to think. Come on, let's not diddle-dawdle and go. They need you, just as much as I thought I needed you, but now I know, that Harry's the one who needs you. You have a duty to him, and I almost took that away, so come on."
Ron followed her to Kia and mounted with trouble. Ron sat in the front this time, to give Hermione the opportunity to rest her head. She was pale, and her wound began to swell again. Ron may have brought back her life, but her wellness was too far off.
They were traveling for almost eleven hours and they didn't speak, for they knew not what to say. They just rode towards the sun, not turning back, not worrying, just smelling the sweet fragrance that filled the air as they rode; enjoying the silence while it lasted.
Before they knew it, they were where they had begun. Just beyond that mountain that Hermione had moved was the School that they knew they had to get back to.
They rode straight up to the towering mountain and looked at it as it came closer. Not even thinking about how he was going to get through it, Ron just rode right into it. Before he knew it, he was on the other side, just like for Platform 9 ¾. He saw the side of the Forbidden Forest and sped the horse up. As fast as she could go, Kia leaped over fallen trees, through thorn bushes, and over four-legged creatures, she only came to a stop when there, in front of them, was a house. There were no dragons, no people! Ron dismounted the horse while Hermione stayed. He ran to the door, which opened freely. He walked in screaming "HARRY!" but there was no answer. He came out the house and raced to the front of the forest.
There was no one there. Ron knew that that school shouldn't be going on and there should be teachers about, but there was no one!
*I wasn't gone that long!* he thought.
Hermione followed, still on horseback, up to the Hogwarts Castle. Ron ran through the oak doors, again, no one was there. He ran to the other side of the castle and as he was turning the corner there in the distance and congregation. It was all the Hogwarts students with heads bowed down. There was and Dumbledore, Harry, the Enchanters and....
"NISYM!" he called out as he raced their way. As he arrived, everyone looked at him gloomily.
"You're too late," Dumbledore mumbled. Ron sat at the ashen-faced child's side and held her hand.
"She's not..... dead, is she?"
"I'm afraid so, she passed early Monday... two days ago."
A tear fell from his eyes, as he witnessed a friend lying on the floor motionless, breathless, and cold. He couldn't help her! He wasn't there for her when she died! Sorrow filled his soul. He turned around when he heard Hermione ride up slowly on side of him. She dismounted Kia and patted Ron on the back in a comforting way. Ron didn't know her that long, but for the time he did know her, it was beautiful. She was his friend in that short time; she was his advisor, his teacher, and wife. He looked down at his ring, which he never took off, and blinked continuously at the sight that he saw. In there was, what looked like, Nisym's soul in the center looking up at him. He knew she was happy now; all she wanted for the longest time was death. It was all she dreamed of, she wanted freedom from her powers, from her life, and now she had it. Ron tasted freedom for a little while and new it was bitter, but the freedom that Nisym was feeling right now was no doubt sweet and filling. Ron missed her already, but knew that now he was the true Oracle and had to embrace his new life headstrong, without worries. This was his last and only chance to prove himself, for Harry, for Dumbledore, for Hermione.... for Nisym.
As he let go of her hand, her whole body began to rise heavenwards. They all watched her until they couldn't see her any longer. Ron heard sniffles all around him and people hugging him. He was sad, but not as sad as he thought he would be. Dumbledore was bawling, but Ron wasn't. He only shed one tear for her, why? He didn't have an answer for it, he had possibilities though: Maybe it was because he had his true love by his side, maybe because he didn't know enough about her to cry, maybe because she was happy now so he was happy, whatever reason Ron wasn't crying is not known, and maybe never will be. But he did know that it was only the beginning. That night that Voldemort tried to kill Harry, he had left with the words "It is only the beginning," Ron believed it now. Perhaps the establishment of his own story, or the commencement to his new life, or possibly it was going to lead into Voldemort's end, or maybe his own, for whatever it was, it was the creation of... the beginning to something new.
Hermione was there, Dumbledore, Harry, the whole school was there to witness this profound change take place. It was like a silent wave that washed over them, it knocked everyone down one by one. It was a mighty turn of events, but it was also wholesome. Ron held Hermione tight and kissed her wound, which had not yet healed, once more. He had gone through so much, so fast, and he had hoped that that was the worst part and that it was over, but now he knew that that was just the start of what was to come. Yes, it may have been a rough beginning, but it WAS the beginning that he had created for himself. No matter if he liked it or not, he was chosen for this! It was his destiny, which Hermione had made so clear. He was to be the Oracle, and he was living his life the only way he knew how and that was in seclusion and isolation from the outside world that wouldn't understand.
In the weeks that passed, they had made thousands of cantations to free Hermione's soul from the powers that she had stolen. They had awarded Malfoy with thanks and love, for he too was to begin this new road with them. And they had given the school another story, so as to hide Ron's secret. Harry and Ron went back to the forest to learn. Hermione was allowed visits so she would not be driven to capture him again. Ron learned to control his powers in a shorter time, for now he had a reason to learn. He didn't want to 'call' Hermione to do that again either. Everyone was ready! For what? They didn't know. All they knew was that, whatever it was, they were ready to fight for good, and to destroy the evil that they had so long wanted to be rid of. This was THIER beginning, this was THE beginning, the beginning of THIER story, but the end of mine, so thank you to everyone, but this was the last chapter, you can think of whatever ending you want because I have helped you with the opening.
A/N: The end.