A/N: Whoever haven't read the story 'Dearest Ron' yet, I highly suggest you do so. As there are many refrences made... I don't think I need a disclaimer as everyone already knows I do not own Harry Potter and lastly, each married couple has their own house. This chapter is really short and has a cliffhanger. (sort of)
Chapter One
Ronald Weasley came back from a tiring day of work from the ministry. His best friend, Hermione did not go to work today but he just figured she probably finally took a break from working. Hermione Granger was the workaholic for the famous trio. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, Ronald Weasley, the world's best Quidditch Keeper and Hermione Granger, the author of 'How To Get An O in Arithmatics'
He apparated outside his house where wards were placed, luckily he did not get splinched. He opened the door.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called and looked in the kitchen where his wife, Lavender would usually be there, making dinner or playing with Harry and Yvonne. He heard nothing.
He fingered his wand in his trouser pocket and examined the room throughly. Finally he heard some sounds of someone crying. It came from the bedroom. Ron cautiously walked towards the master bedroom, praying that his wife was alright. When he entered the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of his wife. She was on the bed. Who was sobbing.
Ron looked at his wife who was still crying her eyes out, holding a piece of paper.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "Who did this to you?"
Lavender, with her hands trembling, passed the paper to Ron. Ron skimmed the contents on the paper, which apparently was a letter.
"Oh God, no." he whispered, fear running through his veins.
***
"Ginny? What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing, Harry?" called Ginny from the kitchen. "I'm baking!"
Harry's eyes widened and walked to the kitchen. Ginny looked beautiful as usual although she was partly covered with flour.
"Aren't you doing it the muggle way, Ginny?" he asked, confused.
"Duh!" said Ginny, slapping her head with her right hand which wasn't holding the mixing bowl. "Harry you are so... I don't even know a word to describe you!" she set the bowl down on the table.
"Maybe you should ask Hermione, she should know," Harry said leaning down towards Ginny.
"Maybe..." Ginny whispered as she lifted her head and closed her eyes expectantly.
Just as their lips were about to meet, the phone rang.
"Damn!" muttered Harry.
"Don't curse, Harry." Ginny warned. "Besides, the phone is still ringing and my hands are covered with flour!"
"Okay, okay." Harry said, his voice full of regret. "Hello?"
"Harry! Harry! This is an emergency! Ginny has the spare key to Hermione's house right???" Ron blurted out so fast Harry could barely understand what he was saying.
"What's wrong Ron?" asked Harry.
"It's Hermione!" Ron shouted "She's going to commit suicide!"
"WHAT?" Harry shouted, shocked and then calmed down. "How do you know?"
"Don't bloody how do you know me! JUST GET THE KEY AND APPARATE TO HERMIONE'S HOUSE NOW!!!!!!"
Harry winced as Ron slammed the phone down on the receiver.
"Ginny, can you give me the spare key to Hermione's place?" Harry said, giving Ginny a 'later-I-will-explain-everything' look.
Ginny tossed a small square metal cube.
"Thanks!" Harry said gratefully as he ran outside and apparated to Hermione's house.
***
Ron waited impatiently at Hermione's doorstep, pacing furiously.
'Why did she have to love me? She should have fell in love with Seamus or Justin or even Dean! But then...'
Harry appeared right in front of Ron and Ron almost fell down from the shock. Almost...
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!!!" shouted Ron.
"Hey, it's about." Harry looked at his half muggle half wizard watch, "0.876 seconds since you called!"
"Watches..." Ron muttered "Well, don't just stand there! Unlock the door!"
"Alright, alright!" Harry said and the square metal cube on the door knob where it disappeared (the key not the door knob) while muttering angrily to himself.
The door swung aside and the metal cube reappeared in Harry's hand. He slipped it in his pocket.
There was no one in the living room.
No one in the kitchen.
No one in the bathroom.
No one in the library.
No one in the study room.
Finally, they reached the bedroom. They saw a pale lifeless figure on the bed. Her brown silky hair was all messed up. The woman's wand was on the floor next to the mirror. Both Harry and Ron gasped with shock, the woman was Hermione.
Ron slowly walked towards the bed and inspected the corpse, his body shaking.
"It's... It's.. It's Hermione..." he trembled, his legs sddenly turned to jelly as he sank onto his knees.
"But... How could Hermione die??? She was the smartest witch and one of the best in England!" blurted out Harry, tears in his eyes. "If it is those *bad word* Death Eaters... Wait till I get my hands on them!!!"
"It's all my fault..." said Ron holding his head in his hands, tears starting to run down his face. "It's all my *bad word* fault!!!"
"Do you care to explain please! Our friend. BEST FRIEND, mind you is dead, and you said.." Harry wiped his tear stained face. "And you said that it was your *bad word* *bad word* fault?!?!?!"
Ron handed the letter Lavender gave to him to Harry, his hands shaking badly. Harry read the contents quickly...
"SEE?" shouted Harry angrily. Ron looked up at him expectantly. "SEE? I TOLD you how she felt about you. But no... You HAD to believe her. You HAD to marry Lavender. And she HAD to live throught this torturous life! You HAD to love Lavender, didn't you?"
"I know! This is all my *bad word* fault! WHat do you want me to do, suicide so that I can be with her forever?" Ron cried angrily.
Suddely, it was as if the two men finally realised what they just said to each other.
"I'm sorry. It was not your fault. I know how it was to be in love," Harry sighed sadly. "Beside, I should have realised it earlier. All those trips to the muggle world?"
"Me too. I'm sorry, Harry..." said Ron.
***
Meanwhile in a muggle city...
"Clara! I can't believe you're doing that!" Belinda sighed. "Muggles aren't supposed to read books about pheonixes and dragons. Little children maybe, but you're old!"
"Excuse me," the girl called Clara said indigantly. "I'm only twenty-three!"
Belinda sighed. "I still can't believe you ran all the way here just to excape from Death Eaters!"
"It's better than suicide!" Clara replied, closing her book. "Now I have no mood to read!"
"You can never have no mood to read, Clara." Belinda said. "You're always reading day and night. Say, whose turn is it to cook again?"
"Yours!" Clara shouted back.
"Okay, okay." said Belinda, throwing her hands up and walking towards the kitchen. "Anyway, Clara. You should not have dyed you hair black. Your brown hair was gorgeous. Even though, black does tend to suit you a teensy bit more."
"I had to, Bel!" said Clara. "I even had to change my eye colour with magic. Those death eaters can't be played with."
"I think we'll have take out." called Belinda from the kitchen. "You forgot to buy the packet of rice that wasn't infected with ants and green colour stuff again!"
"Well, I got absent minded after.. After that accident..."
"Clara. I think it's time to use your real name... Her... Ow! Why did you throw the book for?!" asked Belinda, rubbing her head where the heavy volume of 'Mystical Creatures by Henry Giggleby' was thrown.
"Stop it! You know I hate my name and the past that comes with it!"
"Too bad, Hermione Granger!"
A/N: Hehehe. Like it? Hate it? Review!
Chapter One
Ronald Weasley came back from a tiring day of work from the ministry. His best friend, Hermione did not go to work today but he just figured she probably finally took a break from working. Hermione Granger was the workaholic for the famous trio. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, Ronald Weasley, the world's best Quidditch Keeper and Hermione Granger, the author of 'How To Get An O in Arithmatics'
He apparated outside his house where wards were placed, luckily he did not get splinched. He opened the door.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called and looked in the kitchen where his wife, Lavender would usually be there, making dinner or playing with Harry and Yvonne. He heard nothing.
He fingered his wand in his trouser pocket and examined the room throughly. Finally he heard some sounds of someone crying. It came from the bedroom. Ron cautiously walked towards the master bedroom, praying that his wife was alright. When he entered the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of his wife. She was on the bed. Who was sobbing.
Ron looked at his wife who was still crying her eyes out, holding a piece of paper.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "Who did this to you?"
Lavender, with her hands trembling, passed the paper to Ron. Ron skimmed the contents on the paper, which apparently was a letter.
"Oh God, no." he whispered, fear running through his veins.
***
"Ginny? What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing, Harry?" called Ginny from the kitchen. "I'm baking!"
Harry's eyes widened and walked to the kitchen. Ginny looked beautiful as usual although she was partly covered with flour.
"Aren't you doing it the muggle way, Ginny?" he asked, confused.
"Duh!" said Ginny, slapping her head with her right hand which wasn't holding the mixing bowl. "Harry you are so... I don't even know a word to describe you!" she set the bowl down on the table.
"Maybe you should ask Hermione, she should know," Harry said leaning down towards Ginny.
"Maybe..." Ginny whispered as she lifted her head and closed her eyes expectantly.
Just as their lips were about to meet, the phone rang.
"Damn!" muttered Harry.
"Don't curse, Harry." Ginny warned. "Besides, the phone is still ringing and my hands are covered with flour!"
"Okay, okay." Harry said, his voice full of regret. "Hello?"
"Harry! Harry! This is an emergency! Ginny has the spare key to Hermione's house right???" Ron blurted out so fast Harry could barely understand what he was saying.
"What's wrong Ron?" asked Harry.
"It's Hermione!" Ron shouted "She's going to commit suicide!"
"WHAT?" Harry shouted, shocked and then calmed down. "How do you know?"
"Don't bloody how do you know me! JUST GET THE KEY AND APPARATE TO HERMIONE'S HOUSE NOW!!!!!!"
Harry winced as Ron slammed the phone down on the receiver.
"Ginny, can you give me the spare key to Hermione's place?" Harry said, giving Ginny a 'later-I-will-explain-everything' look.
Ginny tossed a small square metal cube.
"Thanks!" Harry said gratefully as he ran outside and apparated to Hermione's house.
***
Ron waited impatiently at Hermione's doorstep, pacing furiously.
'Why did she have to love me? She should have fell in love with Seamus or Justin or even Dean! But then...'
Harry appeared right in front of Ron and Ron almost fell down from the shock. Almost...
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!!!" shouted Ron.
"Hey, it's about." Harry looked at his half muggle half wizard watch, "0.876 seconds since you called!"
"Watches..." Ron muttered "Well, don't just stand there! Unlock the door!"
"Alright, alright!" Harry said and the square metal cube on the door knob where it disappeared (the key not the door knob) while muttering angrily to himself.
The door swung aside and the metal cube reappeared in Harry's hand. He slipped it in his pocket.
There was no one in the living room.
No one in the kitchen.
No one in the bathroom.
No one in the library.
No one in the study room.
Finally, they reached the bedroom. They saw a pale lifeless figure on the bed. Her brown silky hair was all messed up. The woman's wand was on the floor next to the mirror. Both Harry and Ron gasped with shock, the woman was Hermione.
Ron slowly walked towards the bed and inspected the corpse, his body shaking.
"It's... It's.. It's Hermione..." he trembled, his legs sddenly turned to jelly as he sank onto his knees.
"But... How could Hermione die??? She was the smartest witch and one of the best in England!" blurted out Harry, tears in his eyes. "If it is those *bad word* Death Eaters... Wait till I get my hands on them!!!"
"It's all my fault..." said Ron holding his head in his hands, tears starting to run down his face. "It's all my *bad word* fault!!!"
"Do you care to explain please! Our friend. BEST FRIEND, mind you is dead, and you said.." Harry wiped his tear stained face. "And you said that it was your *bad word* *bad word* fault?!?!?!"
Ron handed the letter Lavender gave to him to Harry, his hands shaking badly. Harry read the contents quickly...
"SEE?" shouted Harry angrily. Ron looked up at him expectantly. "SEE? I TOLD you how she felt about you. But no... You HAD to believe her. You HAD to marry Lavender. And she HAD to live throught this torturous life! You HAD to love Lavender, didn't you?"
"I know! This is all my *bad word* fault! WHat do you want me to do, suicide so that I can be with her forever?" Ron cried angrily.
Suddely, it was as if the two men finally realised what they just said to each other.
"I'm sorry. It was not your fault. I know how it was to be in love," Harry sighed sadly. "Beside, I should have realised it earlier. All those trips to the muggle world?"
"Me too. I'm sorry, Harry..." said Ron.
***
Meanwhile in a muggle city...
"Clara! I can't believe you're doing that!" Belinda sighed. "Muggles aren't supposed to read books about pheonixes and dragons. Little children maybe, but you're old!"
"Excuse me," the girl called Clara said indigantly. "I'm only twenty-three!"
Belinda sighed. "I still can't believe you ran all the way here just to excape from Death Eaters!"
"It's better than suicide!" Clara replied, closing her book. "Now I have no mood to read!"
"You can never have no mood to read, Clara." Belinda said. "You're always reading day and night. Say, whose turn is it to cook again?"
"Yours!" Clara shouted back.
"Okay, okay." said Belinda, throwing her hands up and walking towards the kitchen. "Anyway, Clara. You should not have dyed you hair black. Your brown hair was gorgeous. Even though, black does tend to suit you a teensy bit more."
"I had to, Bel!" said Clara. "I even had to change my eye colour with magic. Those death eaters can't be played with."
"I think we'll have take out." called Belinda from the kitchen. "You forgot to buy the packet of rice that wasn't infected with ants and green colour stuff again!"
"Well, I got absent minded after.. After that accident..."
"Clara. I think it's time to use your real name... Her... Ow! Why did you throw the book for?!" asked Belinda, rubbing her head where the heavy volume of 'Mystical Creatures by Henry Giggleby' was thrown.
"Stop it! You know I hate my name and the past that comes with it!"
"Too bad, Hermione Granger!"
A/N: Hehehe. Like it? Hate it? Review!