"Passengers for Time Travel Station, please, leave the train!" chimmed the monotone, dull voice that indicated and signaled the next stops, and the various situations.
"even by using magick, they are unable to keep a somewhat happy go lucky voice…reminds me of Proff. Binns and his supremally interesting classes!" Ron groaned, placing the palm of his hand up to his red forehead. He sensed a lump through his touch, a bulge that was growing, and that was bound to turn an antiesthetic shade of purple.
Ron smiled dreamily, his hazy mind ignored the pressence of a numerous crowd. People swang back and forth, smiling faces, terrified ones, but all blooming with excitement, all irradiating a blinding light of joy, all laughing with melodious voices, and all commenting with booming screams to overpower the tumult.
"it was great, don't you think?" called a voice, and was followed by a "such effects, it almost looks like magic!" emphasizing the words by a swing of the arms.
"I can't wait to enter, I've been waiting for this movie for months!" yelled a girl with an euphoric shriek.
"pse, the effects were good, but I think the story was a little exagerated, I mean, what's that about the ghosts reaching Minas Tirith and killing everyone? That didn't happen in the book!" commented the angry voice of a frustrated and deceived male.
"I have to admit the movie was fantastic, but Gandalf's horse should have been a Mister Spaniard horse, not the pretty white pony they placed!" commented a girl, speaking with a shorter one who nodded submissively, yet paying much attention to her words.
"it's cool what they can do with computers nowdays, I almost believed that the werewolf was real!" snapped a boy rubbing his arms as his skin erupted in goosebumps.
"and that Van Helsing's cute, that dude's gotta thing for da' wolves, hasn't he? I mean, Wolverine, and tha cool Werewolf!" snapped a second voice which exploded in a sound laughter.
Hence the continuous noise, the thunderous roar that unified all voices, the waves of people shaking in a confusing tide, and the colours of rainbow glowing before his eyes, all to Ron was a hazy mist, a dream. His eyes saw nothing but the light, a focus of blinding luminity that irradiated and glowed intensely, and all around it was nothing but shadows. His lips curved in a bright smile, his ears were blind to all noises, and the cracking of thunder was a numb booming in the back of his mind. There was only him and his angel, the beautiful woman that stood before him, a few metres away, yet illuminated by the timid rays of light that manage to sneak past the thick ceiling of grey clouds. She was doubtlessly a glorious vision.
The young girl, who had become Ron's girlfriend, paced back a forth, stomping her foot and yelling exasperated, with a hoarse voice. She flared angrily as her hand clenched a cell phone tightly, almost smashing its delicate plastic into dust. She stomped and Ron saw her vocalize a name, but his mind was so blurry he could not hear her voice, only observe with fascination her fleshy lips, tinted with rose, her aurburn hair tied in a ponytail, and her flaming brown eyes, glossy and brilliant like blazes.
"I'll kill him!" moaned a dull voice next to him.
That was all he needed to wake up from his stupor. The voice of a being that meant to him, in terms of protection, as much as the young girl that snarled and hissed like a rabid wolf. A pair of brown eyes looked up at him, and a frown crossed the pale, freckled face.
"it's ok Ginny, ya'll see how soon she makes him get here, ya know how convincing she is, dontcha?" inquired Ron winking an eye at the angry and sad girl.
"and he better does…!" Ron muttered to himself, unconciously clenching his fists so tightly he dug his nails in the flesh.
"Harry! I don't give a damn if you've fallen asleep, you are a friggin Wiz! You'll know a way here, but you better manage to place your ass in this cinema's entrance in fifteen minutes, because the movie starts at 8:30 and we've already got the entries bought!" snarled the girl with a growl that, to Ron, sounded inhuman yet understandable in such angry state.
"what? Use the broom, or enlarge Hedwig and fly all the way here, I don't care if you want to steal a car and make it fly, but GET HERE NOW!" finished the girl with a venomous hiss and hanged the phone abruptly.
Ron smiled proudly and inflated his chest, his girl was a coal, a single blow and you'll release an uncontrolled fire. She knew well how to fend for herself, unlike other girls who needed attentions, to feel secure and to be the only focus in their men's vision. She was exceptional, a loner yet a leader, a silent creature with a high spirit. She was a free being, and needed to run wild with the wind, she could not be tamed, and that was one of the reasons whi he liked her. Because she was wild and free, like an eagle, you could admire the gracious beauty of such creatures, you could hold it in your arms, heal its wounds and caress the glossy feathers, but you would never have her because, as soon as the wind blew, they flew off to gallop on its back. That was his girl, a free spirit that would never belong to him.
Ron felt the train shake with a continuous, vivration, that became reather wild and violent. The engines were starting to work its potence, strong as much as their metallic muscles could, and panting and choking with the tremendous effort they had to develop. Once the velocity and force needed was reached, the shaking stopped to melt into a gentle flow, a suave swaying and a delicate and pleasant rocking of a wind on pale, spring flowers.
"Harry did get there, torn and scratched. He had tried to land away from people, for his decition had been a broomstick, his Firebolt. However his bad luck had it for him to land right where the bushes had thorns, and his glasses were wet with raindrops so, the poor boy had landed, face first, into a whole, monstruous plant." Thought Ron with a cruel snigger. Yet his joy was not to last long, for more memories assaulted his tortured heart.
To Be Continued…
AN: I know it's a short chapter, and maybe a little deceiving for the time I took in updating this, but I honestly didn't have time to do it, I've been trying to update all my stories. I have been studying a lot and barely have time, my driving license and my job and all is leaving me exhausted. Anyways, I promise to finish this, and I'll have a nice ending, or so I think. Please, read and review and don't miss the next chapter.
The story itself is a collection of memories about a relation that Ron had with a misterious someone, how it started and the fatidic end. And it all consists in Ron, trying to realize through his memories, what went wrong. I think it's pretty interesting.