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actually happens to be one of my good friends! (hey steph!) ; ) Enjoy!
Much Luv, Sara
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Hermione woke up extremely uncomfortable and had to wonder where she was for a moment. She remembered and found herself lying on her kitchen floor with Ron and Harry spread out around her. Twisting her back, she suddenly got a feeling of nervousness and anxiety. Looking around, her gaze fell on the window, and the trees looked suspiciously shadowy .. But then her gaze fell on Ron. She couldn't help but notice he had remarkable features. Putting her hand lightly through his soft, thick, hair she brushed it with her fingers. As she went to put it back in, he grabbed hold of her hand in his sleep and kept a firm grip on it. It made her heart speed up in an instant. For the first time in weeks, her heart began to feel lighter, and all she wanted to do was wake Ron up and spill her heart out and tell him she liked him. As more than a friend.
And just as she was about to shake him awake, she felt a strong hand clamp over her mouth and around her waist and heard someone mutter the spell, "Stupefy. "
Black.
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Harry rolled over and saw an image of Hermione being taken away and lying dead on the floor of a forest. He tried to run to her, but couldn't reach her. It actually seemed like she was getting farther and farther away. He saw her shudder before Voldemort's voice came and said closely to Harry's ear so his icy breath and cold voice sent his heart to his stomach, "Say good-bye to your mudblood friend Harry."
His scar burned as if an iron was being pressed to his forehead. Still asleep, he rolled over and continued muttering.
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Ron walked to the door at the end of the hall and knocked.
The door swung open and for a moment all he saw was a blinding flash of light that soon went away. Squinting his eyes, he saw a room. There were periwinkle walls and a dark blue ceiling and the ceiling looked like it had been enchanted to look like the sky above. The room had a shelf full of books, a fluffy white bed with light blue covers with purple flowers scattered on top, and various pictures of friends and family on the desk, dresser, and walls. A plaque bearing the name "Hermione Elaine Granger" rested comfortably above the bed.
And then he saw something that caught his eye. He saw a muggle photo of himself and Hermione gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Hermione was wearing a beautiful flowing wedding gown, and Ron was dressed in a very nice pair of dress robes. They had their arms around each other and their faces were so close that their noses were hardly a centimeter from touching. He continued to stare at the photo wondering what it was all about. As much as he found picturing that future scene in his head was very easy, he was very curious as to why a photo exists, in which the event had never happened.
There was one more thing in the photo that caught his eye, a woman in the back stood watching closely and it looked like.. HERMIONE?? But she was standing there with Ron, the Hermione in the back suddenly moved and formed her mouth into an unmistakable scream and right as he bent down to pick up the photograph to get a better look, he felt a jerk behind his navel.
The photograph was a portkey.
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(A/N: So I was thinking this would be a great stopping point, but then I imagined various shoes being thrown at your computers so I decided to go on for all my lovely reviewers whom I loooove sooo much! And for those who read my story and don't review(don't worry I'm guilty of it too) pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaseeee review because I haven't gotten as many as I'd like and if I don't get at least 3-5 from this chapter I'm not gonna be very motivated to finish the story. So pleeeeease review when you're done reading the chapter and you will make me a very happy girl! =) Onto the rest of the chapter!)
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Ron landed on a wet and very cold, stone floor. The wind had been knocked out of him, and this could mean nothing good at all. He sucked in a very deep hoarse breath and squeezed his eyes shut tight as he pushed himself up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes and looked around him.
He was in a room with a very high ceiling. A very. familiar room. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but when he entered through a door. He saw the kitchen. It was then he realized, he was at 12 Grimmauld (A/N:sp?) Place.
"Merlin's beard." Ron said under his breath. It was almost nice to know he was transported to somewhere he knew. But why was he transported here? And where was Hermione.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley. We wondered what was taking you so long." A cold voice said.
Ron spun around and felt his heart beating uncontrollably fast. There was a hooded figure, and yet he still recognized the voice. That cold voice, just like his son's.
With an evil grin, Lucius Malfoy removed his hood and his piercing grey eyes burned a hole through Ron's bright blue. Ron let out a gasp and didn't know what to do or say. All he knew is that he was in very big trouble. Now he knew how Harry felt. With nothing but a wa- shit, he didn't have his wand.
He must have been groping his pockets for it, because Malfoy let out a laugh and said, "Foolish boy. Doesn't even carry his wand in his pocket. Fortunately, I have your wand. And don't worry. It's safe," he patronized, ask he put his hands in his robes to pull out none other than his and Hermione's wand.
There was only one thing Ron could think of and he said in a deadly whisper, "Where's Hermione?"
"Oh your lovely little mudblood friend?" Ron felt his blood boil. "We've got her, and I assure you, she's quite safe, and has been of great use to us."
"What have you done with her?! How could she be useful to you?!" He was shouting now.
"Well Weasel, to get Potter, we had to get you, and to get you, we had to get none other than the girl you're in love with." Lucius snarled as if Ron asked if birds had wings.
The simple sentence sent Ron's heart into overdive. In love? With Hermione? Whoa. That was going a little far. He knew he really liked her a lot as more than a friend, and loved her as a best friend, but IN LOVE with her?
So ignoring the comment, Ron repeated, "Where the fuck is she?!"
"Language Weasel."
"Tell me you bastard!"
"You want to see your little girlfriend poor boy?" He spoke as if Ron was two years old. "Well as I said, she's being guarded carefully. Very carfully indeed."
Ron got a sudden idea, but he needed to distract Malfoy.
Taking a slow step towards Malfoy, he clenched his fists.
"Her parents were such easy targets. You have no idea how much they struggled. They begged and pleaded. Fools. The Dark Lord takes no pity on filthy muggles." He said icily.
Ron glared. "Why are you telling me all this? How can you trust that I won't run back to Dumbledor and say that Lucius Malfoy escaped Azkaban?" Ron said taking another step.
Malfoy let out a laugh. "Well you wont survive to know idiot boy."
Uh-oh. That couldn't mean anything good.
Ron was powerless. He was ready to die.
"Your poor poor parents. They've already lost one son. How sad it will be that they are about to lose another."
"P-P-ercy? Is he dead?!" Ron bellowed, and with all betrayal a sudden burst of fear and affection for his older brother.
"Oh no no no Weasel. But believe me I heard things around the Ministry. Your idiotic brother got sucked right in." Lucius snarled.
Ron swallowed hard and just as Lucius raised his wand and let out a cold high laugh, Ron was more frightened than he ever had been in his life.
"AVADA KED-" Lucius raised his wand.
A sudden burst of memories came bursting into his brain. The day Ginny was born, playing quidditch with his brothers, his Hogwarts letter, Ron on the horse in the giant chess set, watching Harry talk to the snake at dueling club, Aragog, Hermione petrified, his little sister crawling out of the chamber, Sirius standing above him with a knife, being pulled into the Whomping Willow by Sirius, blackness, the World Cup, the third task, the Thestrals, the brain wrapping itself around Ron, and finally Hermione stepping closer as she sang to him.
All the memories flashed by in what was only 2 seconds, and it was then he went forward with his plan.
Ron dived out of the way just in time and felt a swish of green light pass above his head, knocking Malfoy to the ground and grabbed Hermione's wand in the process. Ron's shirt got ripped in the process.
He stood up quickly and pointed the wand at Lucius yelling, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
He fell to the rock hard ground with a painful clunk. Ron grinned and said quietly looking down into the shocked face of Malfoy, "Shouldn't've let the Hermione teach me that one huh?"
Reaching down, he grabbed his wand and twirling them like batons in his hands, he pocketed Hermione's and kept his held out in front of him and set out to find Hermione, hoping and praying that she was okay.
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ohhh I had so much fun writing this chapter. As I wrote it, I found myself getting really into it and was like jumping around going OHHH I JUST GOT ANOTHER IDEA! My brother heard me at one point and he was like, "shit wats wrong with you?" Yes im insane I know. Damn proud of it too! Anyways, I'll probably update soon, what with winter break coming up soon, meaning I'll have more time on my hands and stuff. Have a good week everyone! Much Luv, Sara
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Hermione woke up extremely uncomfortable and had to wonder where she was for a moment. She remembered and found herself lying on her kitchen floor with Ron and Harry spread out around her. Twisting her back, she suddenly got a feeling of nervousness and anxiety. Looking around, her gaze fell on the window, and the trees looked suspiciously shadowy .. But then her gaze fell on Ron. She couldn't help but notice he had remarkable features. Putting her hand lightly through his soft, thick, hair she brushed it with her fingers. As she went to put it back in, he grabbed hold of her hand in his sleep and kept a firm grip on it. It made her heart speed up in an instant. For the first time in weeks, her heart began to feel lighter, and all she wanted to do was wake Ron up and spill her heart out and tell him she liked him. As more than a friend.
And just as she was about to shake him awake, she felt a strong hand clamp over her mouth and around her waist and heard someone mutter the spell, "Stupefy. "
Black.
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Harry rolled over and saw an image of Hermione being taken away and lying dead on the floor of a forest. He tried to run to her, but couldn't reach her. It actually seemed like she was getting farther and farther away. He saw her shudder before Voldemort's voice came and said closely to Harry's ear so his icy breath and cold voice sent his heart to his stomach, "Say good-bye to your mudblood friend Harry."
His scar burned as if an iron was being pressed to his forehead. Still asleep, he rolled over and continued muttering.
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Ron walked to the door at the end of the hall and knocked.
The door swung open and for a moment all he saw was a blinding flash of light that soon went away. Squinting his eyes, he saw a room. There were periwinkle walls and a dark blue ceiling and the ceiling looked like it had been enchanted to look like the sky above. The room had a shelf full of books, a fluffy white bed with light blue covers with purple flowers scattered on top, and various pictures of friends and family on the desk, dresser, and walls. A plaque bearing the name "Hermione Elaine Granger" rested comfortably above the bed.
And then he saw something that caught his eye. He saw a muggle photo of himself and Hermione gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Hermione was wearing a beautiful flowing wedding gown, and Ron was dressed in a very nice pair of dress robes. They had their arms around each other and their faces were so close that their noses were hardly a centimeter from touching. He continued to stare at the photo wondering what it was all about. As much as he found picturing that future scene in his head was very easy, he was very curious as to why a photo exists, in which the event had never happened.
There was one more thing in the photo that caught his eye, a woman in the back stood watching closely and it looked like.. HERMIONE?? But she was standing there with Ron, the Hermione in the back suddenly moved and formed her mouth into an unmistakable scream and right as he bent down to pick up the photograph to get a better look, he felt a jerk behind his navel.
The photograph was a portkey.
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(A/N: So I was thinking this would be a great stopping point, but then I imagined various shoes being thrown at your computers so I decided to go on for all my lovely reviewers whom I loooove sooo much! And for those who read my story and don't review(don't worry I'm guilty of it too) pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaseeee review because I haven't gotten as many as I'd like and if I don't get at least 3-5 from this chapter I'm not gonna be very motivated to finish the story. So pleeeeease review when you're done reading the chapter and you will make me a very happy girl! =) Onto the rest of the chapter!)
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Ron landed on a wet and very cold, stone floor. The wind had been knocked out of him, and this could mean nothing good at all. He sucked in a very deep hoarse breath and squeezed his eyes shut tight as he pushed himself up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes and looked around him.
He was in a room with a very high ceiling. A very. familiar room. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but when he entered through a door. He saw the kitchen. It was then he realized, he was at 12 Grimmauld (A/N:sp?) Place.
"Merlin's beard." Ron said under his breath. It was almost nice to know he was transported to somewhere he knew. But why was he transported here? And where was Hermione.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley. We wondered what was taking you so long." A cold voice said.
Ron spun around and felt his heart beating uncontrollably fast. There was a hooded figure, and yet he still recognized the voice. That cold voice, just like his son's.
With an evil grin, Lucius Malfoy removed his hood and his piercing grey eyes burned a hole through Ron's bright blue. Ron let out a gasp and didn't know what to do or say. All he knew is that he was in very big trouble. Now he knew how Harry felt. With nothing but a wa- shit, he didn't have his wand.
He must have been groping his pockets for it, because Malfoy let out a laugh and said, "Foolish boy. Doesn't even carry his wand in his pocket. Fortunately, I have your wand. And don't worry. It's safe," he patronized, ask he put his hands in his robes to pull out none other than his and Hermione's wand.
There was only one thing Ron could think of and he said in a deadly whisper, "Where's Hermione?"
"Oh your lovely little mudblood friend?" Ron felt his blood boil. "We've got her, and I assure you, she's quite safe, and has been of great use to us."
"What have you done with her?! How could she be useful to you?!" He was shouting now.
"Well Weasel, to get Potter, we had to get you, and to get you, we had to get none other than the girl you're in love with." Lucius snarled as if Ron asked if birds had wings.
The simple sentence sent Ron's heart into overdive. In love? With Hermione? Whoa. That was going a little far. He knew he really liked her a lot as more than a friend, and loved her as a best friend, but IN LOVE with her?
So ignoring the comment, Ron repeated, "Where the fuck is she?!"
"Language Weasel."
"Tell me you bastard!"
"You want to see your little girlfriend poor boy?" He spoke as if Ron was two years old. "Well as I said, she's being guarded carefully. Very carfully indeed."
Ron got a sudden idea, but he needed to distract Malfoy.
Taking a slow step towards Malfoy, he clenched his fists.
"Her parents were such easy targets. You have no idea how much they struggled. They begged and pleaded. Fools. The Dark Lord takes no pity on filthy muggles." He said icily.
Ron glared. "Why are you telling me all this? How can you trust that I won't run back to Dumbledor and say that Lucius Malfoy escaped Azkaban?" Ron said taking another step.
Malfoy let out a laugh. "Well you wont survive to know idiot boy."
Uh-oh. That couldn't mean anything good.
Ron was powerless. He was ready to die.
"Your poor poor parents. They've already lost one son. How sad it will be that they are about to lose another."
"P-P-ercy? Is he dead?!" Ron bellowed, and with all betrayal a sudden burst of fear and affection for his older brother.
"Oh no no no Weasel. But believe me I heard things around the Ministry. Your idiotic brother got sucked right in." Lucius snarled.
Ron swallowed hard and just as Lucius raised his wand and let out a cold high laugh, Ron was more frightened than he ever had been in his life.
"AVADA KED-" Lucius raised his wand.
A sudden burst of memories came bursting into his brain. The day Ginny was born, playing quidditch with his brothers, his Hogwarts letter, Ron on the horse in the giant chess set, watching Harry talk to the snake at dueling club, Aragog, Hermione petrified, his little sister crawling out of the chamber, Sirius standing above him with a knife, being pulled into the Whomping Willow by Sirius, blackness, the World Cup, the third task, the Thestrals, the brain wrapping itself around Ron, and finally Hermione stepping closer as she sang to him.
All the memories flashed by in what was only 2 seconds, and it was then he went forward with his plan.
Ron dived out of the way just in time and felt a swish of green light pass above his head, knocking Malfoy to the ground and grabbed Hermione's wand in the process. Ron's shirt got ripped in the process.
He stood up quickly and pointed the wand at Lucius yelling, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
He fell to the rock hard ground with a painful clunk. Ron grinned and said quietly looking down into the shocked face of Malfoy, "Shouldn't've let the Hermione teach me that one huh?"
Reaching down, he grabbed his wand and twirling them like batons in his hands, he pocketed Hermione's and kept his held out in front of him and set out to find Hermione, hoping and praying that she was okay.
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ohhh I had so much fun writing this chapter. As I wrote it, I found myself getting really into it and was like jumping around going OHHH I JUST GOT ANOTHER IDEA! My brother heard me at one point and he was like, "shit wats wrong with you?" Yes im insane I know. Damn proud of it too! Anyways, I'll probably update soon, what with winter break coming up soon, meaning I'll have more time on my hands and stuff. Have a good week everyone! Much Luv, Sara
