Ron's Promise
Summery: Sequel to Love of the Weasley's. George has been missing for a year now and no one's heard from Voldemort. Ron knows he loves Hermione, but she just cant let go of what might have been.
Ok then, most of 'yall know me, so ya know, this'll just be like another chapter. For those of you who don't however, I am Pickled Cow. In this story though, just call me Chilli. It's my actual nickname (and it's shorter to type :P) I'm a depressed serial killer whose hobbies include killing, babysitting, fan fiction, plundering, burying. HAHAHAHAHAno. Acctually, I'm a perky teenage girl who lives on her computer. Pretty sad huh? The serial killer was more interesting. Oh, and sometimes it may take me a while to update, but I promise you, I always will. Now you might be able to manage reading this without reading Love of the Weasleys, but maybe not. It'll make more sense if you read the prequel to this though, but whatever, it's your choice.
So I guess we'll get started like every great fanfiction starts:
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns practically everything in this story. Not me because remember I'm Chilli the teenage serial killer (has a ring to it :P) not J.K. Rowling...wish I was.
::Start of story!!!::
Ron silently tiptoed out of the room before she caught him watching her. He did it nearly every morning, for a year now. Sometimes she'd wake up, but those times, she was glad he was there. Those were the times her nightmares rattled her bones and scared every part of her. Ron knew what she felt. He had those nightmare every night.
But his were different. Different scene, plot, and people. His were of the night, a year ago, when he'd lost the girl he'd loved because someone made a stupid guess and guessed wrong. In his dreams he was forced to relive that night over and over again. The he saw the same thing over again. Except Hayley was gone and Hermione was now in her place. And George, yes his dear brother George, was there. He was running to save Hermione screaming, "You promised Ron!! You promised!"
Ron did his best to put his dreams out of his mind. It hung in his thoughts like fog, and it seeped through his head. The only cure for the pain it was causing, was sleep, were it could move to his eyes and dance in front of him all night.
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Hermione's dreams showed quite a different horror. She was out on a lake, in a rowboat, with George, the one person she loved. He was there, saying he'd always be there, swearing he'd always be there. And suddenly, the lake's waters swirl and crash. Frightened Hermione looks to George, but he's gone. The oars hang there, free. She grasps them in a desprate attempt to save her life but the whole time, she really just wants to die. "George!" she calls out. "George I need you!! I love you!!" It's with that thought she wakes up, but it's one of those times when reality is worse then the nightmare.
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Mrs. Weasley carefully balanced the tray as she carried it up to Ginny's room where Hermione slept these days. She gasped when she opened the door to find a fully dressed Hermione up and walking Hermione. "Hermione, dear?!"
Hermione looked at her, her face grim. "It's been a year Mrs. Weasley. A year, and he's still not back. I have to face the facts. He's gone. I am bound to him no longer."
On the last words, Mrs. Weasley gasped and dropped the tray. The wind gathered Hermione's words and they traveled out the window. The wind carried them far away, across the seas, to a young man who suddenly shivered at the sudden thought of losing the only thing that kept him going.
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Harry bumped into Fred on the landing outside Ron's room. "Hey Fred," he said a little tentatively. Fred shrugged and sauntered off down the steps. He hadn't said much since George...went missing. He followed Fred downstairs where he found Angelina waiting.
"Fred?" she asked hesitantly. Harry saw his face brighten the slightest little bit. Angelina saw it to and her face shown. "Are you ready for work Fred? It's a good day." Fred nodded and Harry watched sadly as one of the many people George had left an everlasting mark on, leave the house. He sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Only a few more minutes. It was his day to answer the fire.
Luckily for him, she was right on time. "Oh hello Harry dear," Neville's grandmother's face said from the fire. "Is it your day already? Oh how the time is passing." She gave a nervous chuckle.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Longbottom," Harry told her dully the exact moment Hermione walked into the room. "No news today." Mrs. Longbottom sighed. "I didn't really expect any different. But, I shall always have hope." A sharp voice interrupted, "You know as well as I do Mrs. Longbottom that he is not coming back. You should just forget about him...he's not coming back." Both the head and Harry looked very startled to see Hermione. So startled in fact that neither said anything. "What?" she asked incredulously. "I have legs and it's fine time I remember how to use them."
Mrs. Longobottom left without another word. "How can you say something like that Hermione!" Harry yelled at her forgetting his surprise, "I would've thought you, of all people, would've been the most comfort!" Hermione glared. "Because it's the truth. You know it Harry, I see it in your eyes." His anger ebbed away. "Hermione...you can't mean that. You...love him." She held back a sob. "George is no more then a memory to me now."
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Ron came in shortly after Hermione fled from the house in tears. "She's let him go Ron..." Harry moaned. Ron felt terrible about the joy that suddenly filled his heart. Hermione had finally let George go...he could, well, move in. "Harry, I promised George I'd take care of her..." Harry looked up before Ron could continue. "Ron, you're not seriously going to..." Rin looked at the floor. "You can't be serious!" Harry shouted out. "Does your brother's memory mean nothing!! And what about Hayley! Have you just completely forgotten about the old love of your life!" Harry regretted saying it the minute it came out of his house. Ron's ears were red and his eyes fiery. "She was the world to me Harry. She haunts my dreams every night. She will never...NEVER, be gone." With that he stormed out of the room and back up the stairs. Harry sat back down feeling miserable. It wasn't five minutes later when another person came in the room and took a seat next to him. "Harry," came Luna's airy voice. He let out a sob. "I hate him." Luna wrapped him in a hug. "It's ok. Next time, you'll win." Harry cried into her shoulder.
Well...how was that for a first chapter, eh? Well next one will come out ASAP, but I have vacation first. :P See ya
Chilli
Summery: Sequel to Love of the Weasley's. George has been missing for a year now and no one's heard from Voldemort. Ron knows he loves Hermione, but she just cant let go of what might have been.
Ok then, most of 'yall know me, so ya know, this'll just be like another chapter. For those of you who don't however, I am Pickled Cow. In this story though, just call me Chilli. It's my actual nickname (and it's shorter to type :P) I'm a depressed serial killer whose hobbies include killing, babysitting, fan fiction, plundering, burying. HAHAHAHAHAno. Acctually, I'm a perky teenage girl who lives on her computer. Pretty sad huh? The serial killer was more interesting. Oh, and sometimes it may take me a while to update, but I promise you, I always will. Now you might be able to manage reading this without reading Love of the Weasleys, but maybe not. It'll make more sense if you read the prequel to this though, but whatever, it's your choice.
So I guess we'll get started like every great fanfiction starts:
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns practically everything in this story. Not me because remember I'm Chilli the teenage serial killer (has a ring to it :P) not J.K. Rowling...wish I was.
::Start of story!!!::
Ron silently tiptoed out of the room before she caught him watching her. He did it nearly every morning, for a year now. Sometimes she'd wake up, but those times, she was glad he was there. Those were the times her nightmares rattled her bones and scared every part of her. Ron knew what she felt. He had those nightmare every night.
But his were different. Different scene, plot, and people. His were of the night, a year ago, when he'd lost the girl he'd loved because someone made a stupid guess and guessed wrong. In his dreams he was forced to relive that night over and over again. The he saw the same thing over again. Except Hayley was gone and Hermione was now in her place. And George, yes his dear brother George, was there. He was running to save Hermione screaming, "You promised Ron!! You promised!"
Ron did his best to put his dreams out of his mind. It hung in his thoughts like fog, and it seeped through his head. The only cure for the pain it was causing, was sleep, were it could move to his eyes and dance in front of him all night.
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Hermione's dreams showed quite a different horror. She was out on a lake, in a rowboat, with George, the one person she loved. He was there, saying he'd always be there, swearing he'd always be there. And suddenly, the lake's waters swirl and crash. Frightened Hermione looks to George, but he's gone. The oars hang there, free. She grasps them in a desprate attempt to save her life but the whole time, she really just wants to die. "George!" she calls out. "George I need you!! I love you!!" It's with that thought she wakes up, but it's one of those times when reality is worse then the nightmare.
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Mrs. Weasley carefully balanced the tray as she carried it up to Ginny's room where Hermione slept these days. She gasped when she opened the door to find a fully dressed Hermione up and walking Hermione. "Hermione, dear?!"
Hermione looked at her, her face grim. "It's been a year Mrs. Weasley. A year, and he's still not back. I have to face the facts. He's gone. I am bound to him no longer."
On the last words, Mrs. Weasley gasped and dropped the tray. The wind gathered Hermione's words and they traveled out the window. The wind carried them far away, across the seas, to a young man who suddenly shivered at the sudden thought of losing the only thing that kept him going.
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Harry bumped into Fred on the landing outside Ron's room. "Hey Fred," he said a little tentatively. Fred shrugged and sauntered off down the steps. He hadn't said much since George...went missing. He followed Fred downstairs where he found Angelina waiting.
"Fred?" she asked hesitantly. Harry saw his face brighten the slightest little bit. Angelina saw it to and her face shown. "Are you ready for work Fred? It's a good day." Fred nodded and Harry watched sadly as one of the many people George had left an everlasting mark on, leave the house. He sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Only a few more minutes. It was his day to answer the fire.
Luckily for him, she was right on time. "Oh hello Harry dear," Neville's grandmother's face said from the fire. "Is it your day already? Oh how the time is passing." She gave a nervous chuckle.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Longbottom," Harry told her dully the exact moment Hermione walked into the room. "No news today." Mrs. Longbottom sighed. "I didn't really expect any different. But, I shall always have hope." A sharp voice interrupted, "You know as well as I do Mrs. Longbottom that he is not coming back. You should just forget about him...he's not coming back." Both the head and Harry looked very startled to see Hermione. So startled in fact that neither said anything. "What?" she asked incredulously. "I have legs and it's fine time I remember how to use them."
Mrs. Longobottom left without another word. "How can you say something like that Hermione!" Harry yelled at her forgetting his surprise, "I would've thought you, of all people, would've been the most comfort!" Hermione glared. "Because it's the truth. You know it Harry, I see it in your eyes." His anger ebbed away. "Hermione...you can't mean that. You...love him." She held back a sob. "George is no more then a memory to me now."
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Ron came in shortly after Hermione fled from the house in tears. "She's let him go Ron..." Harry moaned. Ron felt terrible about the joy that suddenly filled his heart. Hermione had finally let George go...he could, well, move in. "Harry, I promised George I'd take care of her..." Harry looked up before Ron could continue. "Ron, you're not seriously going to..." Rin looked at the floor. "You can't be serious!" Harry shouted out. "Does your brother's memory mean nothing!! And what about Hayley! Have you just completely forgotten about the old love of your life!" Harry regretted saying it the minute it came out of his house. Ron's ears were red and his eyes fiery. "She was the world to me Harry. She haunts my dreams every night. She will never...NEVER, be gone." With that he stormed out of the room and back up the stairs. Harry sat back down feeling miserable. It wasn't five minutes later when another person came in the room and took a seat next to him. "Harry," came Luna's airy voice. He let out a sob. "I hate him." Luna wrapped him in a hug. "It's ok. Next time, you'll win." Harry cried into her shoulder.
Well...how was that for a first chapter, eh? Well next one will come out ASAP, but I have vacation first. :P See ya
Chilli
