Hey ppl I guess not many people read my fic...........but that's okay because like two people read it and they said I should continue it so that's what I'm going to do. So thanks to all those who actually reviewed and the second chapter is dedicated to you :D.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Harry woke with a start the next day after having a very weird dream involving a pink wolf a very handsome man in black whose face he could not see and the funeral of his two best friends...............don't ask. Harry hadn't liked it one bit so he pushed it to the back of his mind and started to get ready for work.
When he was about done the phone rang in his kitchen. The dark haired boy put down his coffee and answered the annoying object.
"Hello?"
"Harry Sweetie you must get over here now!" said the urgent sounding voice.
"Remma? What's going on? What happened?"
"Harry it's your friend.........What was his name?"
"Ron?"
"YES! Ron.........h-he woke up a-and started talking. He keeps asking for you. You need to get here immediately."
Harry was to stunned to move. All thoughts of the night before were pushed out of his mind as he came to realize exactly what Remma had just said. 'Ron was talking? Asking for him?' Harry quickly pulled himself together.
"Okay I'll be there in like two seconds" with that said Harry hung up the phone with a bang and appearated to Saint Mungos.
As soon as he got there Remma grabbed his hand and took him straight to Ron. When he entered the room he heard someone sobbing and someone rambling. Hermione still held onto Ron's hand as she sobbed into the other. Ron was sitting up in his bed looking around the room with surprised blue eyes, his mouth was moving as though he were speaking but only a few words were audible. One of which Harry recognized as his own name was being repeated as every other word. Harry walked over to the two people and placed his hand on the young lady's shoulder. She looked up and smiled sadly. He gave her a half-hearted smile then looked at Ron, who had stopped rambling and was now looking at Harry as though it was the first time he ever laid eyes on the other boy. Gradually recognition dawned on the redhead's face and he smiled.
"Hello Harry" was all he said before his eyes shut and he fell onto his pillow with a soft thud.
"Ron? RON?!? Oh Harry is he okay?" Hermione asked him frantically.
Harry rushed over to Ron and checked to see that he was okay.
"He's fine Mione he's just sleeping."
"Will he wake again?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Have you talked to his doctor?"
"Mmm.......He told me that he didn't really know why Ron was behaving so. Then he suggested someone call you since Ron seamed to be looking for you."
"Well Mione next time this happens try to calm him down. Get his attention somehow. Talk to him even if it seems as though he isn't listening. Have Remma call me. Keep him awake."
Hermione gave him a small nod. The raven-haired boy exited the room and went straight to his favorite thinking spot. No one knew of his favorite thinking spot not even Remma. He often went there to think about the people who were either suffering or dead because of him. As he sat on the windowsill of the tallest tower in the hospital he thought about Hermione and how she was slowly dying on the inside. How day by day she would get older and older. She was merely in her 20's and it looked as though she were in her 50's. Seeing Ron like that everyday had really taken its toll on her. He hated Ron for doing that to someone he loved so much. He hated the late Voldemort for making Ron do that to Hermione. And he hated himself for being the cause of Voldemort's cruelty towards Ron.
As emerald green eyes looked out the window silver-grey ones watched the ebony haired boy from inside the same room. Although Harry couldn't see the figure watching him he knew he was there. He was always there. And Harry didn't care anymore. At first it frightened him to know someone was there watching him constantly. Of course he had never had any real proof that there was actually someone watching him. It was just a feeling he had. A feeling that wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was just being paranoid. He'd grown to accept the feeling. By no means did he embrace it. It really unnerved him. It wasn't the fact that someone was watching him or the fact that he didn't know who it was. It was the fact that he felt so protected by person he knew nothing about. It was the fact that he trusted this person whole- heartedly. That's what really scared him. Like his father Harry had been betrayed by someone he trusted. (A/N: that's another story entirely.........you'll hear it later.)
There's the chapter...........i know it's short but I hope you liked it anyway......thanks to all those who actually take the time to read my crappy stories. By the way I have a question............................What's a beta-reader?
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Harry woke with a start the next day after having a very weird dream involving a pink wolf a very handsome man in black whose face he could not see and the funeral of his two best friends...............don't ask. Harry hadn't liked it one bit so he pushed it to the back of his mind and started to get ready for work.
When he was about done the phone rang in his kitchen. The dark haired boy put down his coffee and answered the annoying object.
"Hello?"
"Harry Sweetie you must get over here now!" said the urgent sounding voice.
"Remma? What's going on? What happened?"
"Harry it's your friend.........What was his name?"
"Ron?"
"YES! Ron.........h-he woke up a-and started talking. He keeps asking for you. You need to get here immediately."
Harry was to stunned to move. All thoughts of the night before were pushed out of his mind as he came to realize exactly what Remma had just said. 'Ron was talking? Asking for him?' Harry quickly pulled himself together.
"Okay I'll be there in like two seconds" with that said Harry hung up the phone with a bang and appearated to Saint Mungos.
As soon as he got there Remma grabbed his hand and took him straight to Ron. When he entered the room he heard someone sobbing and someone rambling. Hermione still held onto Ron's hand as she sobbed into the other. Ron was sitting up in his bed looking around the room with surprised blue eyes, his mouth was moving as though he were speaking but only a few words were audible. One of which Harry recognized as his own name was being repeated as every other word. Harry walked over to the two people and placed his hand on the young lady's shoulder. She looked up and smiled sadly. He gave her a half-hearted smile then looked at Ron, who had stopped rambling and was now looking at Harry as though it was the first time he ever laid eyes on the other boy. Gradually recognition dawned on the redhead's face and he smiled.
"Hello Harry" was all he said before his eyes shut and he fell onto his pillow with a soft thud.
"Ron? RON?!? Oh Harry is he okay?" Hermione asked him frantically.
Harry rushed over to Ron and checked to see that he was okay.
"He's fine Mione he's just sleeping."
"Will he wake again?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Have you talked to his doctor?"
"Mmm.......He told me that he didn't really know why Ron was behaving so. Then he suggested someone call you since Ron seamed to be looking for you."
"Well Mione next time this happens try to calm him down. Get his attention somehow. Talk to him even if it seems as though he isn't listening. Have Remma call me. Keep him awake."
Hermione gave him a small nod. The raven-haired boy exited the room and went straight to his favorite thinking spot. No one knew of his favorite thinking spot not even Remma. He often went there to think about the people who were either suffering or dead because of him. As he sat on the windowsill of the tallest tower in the hospital he thought about Hermione and how she was slowly dying on the inside. How day by day she would get older and older. She was merely in her 20's and it looked as though she were in her 50's. Seeing Ron like that everyday had really taken its toll on her. He hated Ron for doing that to someone he loved so much. He hated the late Voldemort for making Ron do that to Hermione. And he hated himself for being the cause of Voldemort's cruelty towards Ron.
As emerald green eyes looked out the window silver-grey ones watched the ebony haired boy from inside the same room. Although Harry couldn't see the figure watching him he knew he was there. He was always there. And Harry didn't care anymore. At first it frightened him to know someone was there watching him constantly. Of course he had never had any real proof that there was actually someone watching him. It was just a feeling he had. A feeling that wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was just being paranoid. He'd grown to accept the feeling. By no means did he embrace it. It really unnerved him. It wasn't the fact that someone was watching him or the fact that he didn't know who it was. It was the fact that he felt so protected by person he knew nothing about. It was the fact that he trusted this person whole- heartedly. That's what really scared him. Like his father Harry had been betrayed by someone he trusted. (A/N: that's another story entirely.........you'll hear it later.)
There's the chapter...........i know it's short but I hope you liked it anyway......thanks to all those who actually take the time to read my crappy stories. By the way I have a question............................What's a beta-reader?