Ok, I'm eager to get this finished cuz I already have like half the sequel
planned out in my head and I want to get that started. But first, things
first. This might be short, it might be long. I have no clue.
Contraversial-Roses: I am honored you like my story enough to freak your friend out :P Do give her my apologies. I'm actually not sure the full definition of a muse. But I have a few. I just saw it in a show. Yes, poor poor Neville. Have no fear...he is ok...I think. Oh yeah he is. Well neways. You will read my sequel right? What would I do without your witty reviews to look forward to!! AHHHHHHHHHH :) all is well
Kashiaga: Is that a good thing? I'm sorry though, it was a new writing style.
Well, lets get this show on the road.
beginning of epilogue
The blackness Hermione had gazed upon for the past week began to swirl. New colors were mixed in. There was white, and red, and green...
"George?!" she asked sitting up quickly. She instantly regretted it. Her head throbbed.
"Lay back down Hermione," came a voice that she couldn't quite place, all she knew was that it wasn't George. "It's me Hermione." Oh, it was Ron.
"Ron...what, what happened?" she asked her world slowly coming into focus. "Where's George?" Through the swirl of colors she saw Ron shifting uncomfortably and what she first though of as sweat now were tears, rolling freely down his face. "Oh no. Oh God no...please!" Her surroundings were clear now. But they were a severe shade of red.
"He's not dead Hermione, we don't know where he is is all."
"Ron," she choked out grabbing his hands. "What happened?"
He took a deep breath. "After you passed out George lost. About the same time me and Harry did. I've never seen Harry look so powerful. I don't think Voldemort expected that. Anyways, according to the prophesy, only Harry could kill Voldemort and it wouldn't work if George was there, so Voldemort fled. George took on look at you; well we though you were dead; and with a cry of rage he tore after Voldemort. Dumbledore knew you weren't dead, the shield spell protected you...sorta."
Hermione couldn't help it. She was bawling. "Ron!!! What do you mean he's not dead!!! He could be lying in pieces somewhere for all we know!!! Why isn't anybody out looking!? We have to find him!!" The tears were to thick for her to continue. Ron just handed her a tissue. She pushed it away.
"Mione, we—"
She cut him off, "Don't ever call me that! On George..." she was lost in tears again.
Ron gave another attempt. "We have been searching Hermione. For a week. You've been out cold the whole time. We...we found..." He didn't seem to be able to find the words so he just pointed. Hermione noticed for the first time the broomstick at the end of her bed.
"Oh," she moaned. It was George's, and on the handle he had carved, "Hermione." With a sob, her world was black again.
Ron stared at Hermione. "I love you Hermione. I'll watch out for you. He told me. I couldn't tell you, but he told me too. He did. He said, 'If I don't come back, you have to take care of her Ron.' I swore I would and I will. I let go of Hayley, it's time to let go of George. I love you Hermione, and I will take care of you...just like I promised.
Don't hate me...just remember what I said. Keep a lookout for my sequel. It'll be called...drumroll Ron's Promise. I'll probably post a message here when the first chapter comes out. Thanx for reviewing and I sincerely hope you'll continue reading with my sequel. I love you all!!!!!
Pickledcow
Contraversial-Roses: I am honored you like my story enough to freak your friend out :P Do give her my apologies. I'm actually not sure the full definition of a muse. But I have a few. I just saw it in a show. Yes, poor poor Neville. Have no fear...he is ok...I think. Oh yeah he is. Well neways. You will read my sequel right? What would I do without your witty reviews to look forward to!! AHHHHHHHHHH :) all is well
Kashiaga: Is that a good thing? I'm sorry though, it was a new writing style.
Well, lets get this show on the road.
beginning of epilogue
The blackness Hermione had gazed upon for the past week began to swirl. New colors were mixed in. There was white, and red, and green...
"George?!" she asked sitting up quickly. She instantly regretted it. Her head throbbed.
"Lay back down Hermione," came a voice that she couldn't quite place, all she knew was that it wasn't George. "It's me Hermione." Oh, it was Ron.
"Ron...what, what happened?" she asked her world slowly coming into focus. "Where's George?" Through the swirl of colors she saw Ron shifting uncomfortably and what she first though of as sweat now were tears, rolling freely down his face. "Oh no. Oh God no...please!" Her surroundings were clear now. But they were a severe shade of red.
"He's not dead Hermione, we don't know where he is is all."
"Ron," she choked out grabbing his hands. "What happened?"
He took a deep breath. "After you passed out George lost. About the same time me and Harry did. I've never seen Harry look so powerful. I don't think Voldemort expected that. Anyways, according to the prophesy, only Harry could kill Voldemort and it wouldn't work if George was there, so Voldemort fled. George took on look at you; well we though you were dead; and with a cry of rage he tore after Voldemort. Dumbledore knew you weren't dead, the shield spell protected you...sorta."
Hermione couldn't help it. She was bawling. "Ron!!! What do you mean he's not dead!!! He could be lying in pieces somewhere for all we know!!! Why isn't anybody out looking!? We have to find him!!" The tears were to thick for her to continue. Ron just handed her a tissue. She pushed it away.
"Mione, we—"
She cut him off, "Don't ever call me that! On George..." she was lost in tears again.
Ron gave another attempt. "We have been searching Hermione. For a week. You've been out cold the whole time. We...we found..." He didn't seem to be able to find the words so he just pointed. Hermione noticed for the first time the broomstick at the end of her bed.
"Oh," she moaned. It was George's, and on the handle he had carved, "Hermione." With a sob, her world was black again.
Ron stared at Hermione. "I love you Hermione. I'll watch out for you. He told me. I couldn't tell you, but he told me too. He did. He said, 'If I don't come back, you have to take care of her Ron.' I swore I would and I will. I let go of Hayley, it's time to let go of George. I love you Hermione, and I will take care of you...just like I promised.
Don't hate me...just remember what I said. Keep a lookout for my sequel. It'll be called...drumroll Ron's Promise. I'll probably post a message here when the first chapter comes out. Thanx for reviewing and I sincerely hope you'll continue reading with my sequel. I love you all!!!!!
Pickledcow