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Chapter 9 (God I've actually written 9 chapters!!!)
Apologies and memories.
In one moment, Ron's life seemed to fit all together – the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to shift into some understandable order. Slowly getting up from his seated position on the bed he made his way out of the room to try and catch up with Hermione only to bump into the ward sister, a Surly individual who would rather all the patients were bed-bound, It would make her job easier! Much to Ron's dismay she pushed him around and frog marched him straight back into his room and into the bed.
"You are to stay in here now until the morning, It is already 10pm, I will not have my patients out of bed at this hour, now don't forget to cast the spell on the pensive." With that Sister stomped out of the room to find her next poor undeserving soul.
Ron laid down in the bed, he cast the spell on the pensive and tried to let sleep overtake him, unfortunately, due to all the thoughts and feelings running through his mind and heart he was still wide awake 3 hours later still staring at the ceiling. In an effort to clear his mind, Ron began to mull over the conversations he had had with Hermione, From the first moment he met her in this very room, he new there was a "pull" between them, he had finally realised that he loved her, he just didn't remember how, why, where etc. Slowly but surely Ron's mind was overcome by sleep, he closed his eyes after making a promise with himself that the very next morning he would visit Hermione and apologise for his behaviour.
Next morning came and Hermione crawled out of bed, deciding that she couldn't face Ron that day after the embarrassing conversation of the previous day, she called Mark, and made up a lame excuse that she had a stomach bug. Not even bothering to get dressed, she lounged in a comfy chair in the living room with a book, namely Hogwarts a History, she still found that after all these years, reading that book always calmed her down.
"What do you mean she isn't due in today, where is she, she said she would be in?" Ron asked confused and annoyed with himself for driving Hermione away, for he new there was nothing really wrong with her – It was his fault she wasn't here.
"I'm sorry Mr Weasley, but she has called in sick today, why don't you look through the pensive from your dreams last night, perhaps you will make some progress by the time she returns." Said the Sister as she turned, ignoring his protests and shut the door behind her.
Signing a sigh of resignation, Ron sat down in front of the pensive and picked out a memory that he had dreamed of the night before.
He was standing in a battlefield by a castle; from a sign he could tell that it was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He guessed that he would have been about 17 as he was in school robes and a lot younger.
All around the castle the walls shook from the explosions of spells shooting between the good and evil. Amongst all the fighting between what looked like Death eaters (He had been allowed to read the newspapers while he was in the hospital and so knew what they were) and the people of Hogwarts and their families were Himself, Hermione and Harry Potter. Ron recognised him by the newspaper articles. Ducking to miss an unforgivable curse Hermione called to Ron
"If we can just get through this last group we will be fine!"
"I hope your right Hermione, I really…" but Ron couldn't finish the sentence because just at that moment a robed man, who was literally skin and bones apparated out of thin air and spoke to the three of them.
"Well, well what have we here, could it be Harry Potter and his merry-men?" smirked the man, just looking at the memory made Ron shiver; he aimed his wand at the three and stopping on Hermione.
"Leave them alone Voldemort, it's me your after, not them – You know the prophecy as well as I do – there's no point in harming them." Harry shouted above all the spells and explosions. Ron now had a better understanding of what was actually happening; somehow he was remembering the last battle between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. He just didn't know why, he hadn't been there, had he?
"That is of course true Harry, but you see, I have come to the conclusion that as we don't need them in our little wand fight, there's no point them taking up valuable space on the side lines" Voldemort replied
At this point Voldemort raised his wand and aimed at Ron, who stood in front of Hermione to shield her from the Dark Lord.
Looking around for a means of escape but finding none, Ron could see the remains of the battle; Death Eaters were scattered everywhere, stunned or dead.
Slowly, Voldemort raised his wand hand, and muttering some incantation, which sounded like "transportio" something, swished his wand and cast the spell at Ron. Seeing the Spell fly towards him, Ron felt behind him to find Hermione's hand, grabbing it, his last words were.
"Hermione, look after Harry and my family please, tell them I love them, but most of all Hermione, I love you with all my heart!" and with that the spell hit him, he doubled over in pain then disappeared from sight.
Jolting out of the memory, Ron found himself still sitting on his bed in the hospital room. He was shocked at the dream he had just witnessed, was he really best friends with Harry Potter, had he really fought with Harry and Hermione in the final battle? He knew the one person who would be able to tell him the information he needs to know. He just needed to find out where she lived.
Creeping out of the room, Ron made his way down stairs to the main reception desk, upon finding the receptionist engaged in a heated conversation with an awkward member of the public, Ron tip toed round the desk to the filing cabinet in the back room. He soon found what he was looking for, the draw of Doctor contact details, bleep numbers, addresses and other useful information. Taking another quick glance at the still busy receptionist, he rummaged through until he found Hermione's file, opening it up he soon got the information he needed. Placing everything back in its correct place and slowly making his way back round the desk he purchased a small bunch of flowers from a flower stall and walked over to the fire place and the pot of floo powder.
"6 Harbour walk" Ron shouted as he threw the powder in, watched the flames turn green the stepped in. He felt a little dizzy as he was spun round until he fell out onto a polished wooden floor of a neat and tidy apartment. A shocked Hermione came rushing in from the kitchen, wand at the ready but stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing who the uninvited visitor was.
"Ron, what on earth are you doing here, you shouldn't be here, not without a member of the Hospital staff" Hermione, began ready to tear him off a strip.
"First of all Hermione, I'm sorry, sorry for bursting in on you, I know your "ill", yes don't worry I won't tell Mark that your faking it. And I'm also sorry for what I said last night. I should have seen that you were uncomfortable with the situation and I'm sorry that I pushed you into saying it. Here I got you these, as way of an apology," Ron said as he thrust the flowers towards Hermione.
Taking the flowers and giving him a small smile, she made her way towards the kitchen and motioned for him to follow.
"Its ok Ron, don't worry about it, I probably shouldn't have told you, I meant what I said afterwards, just forget any of it ever happened!" Ron could see tears begin to fill her eyes, as she spoke the words, making it evident that she didn't mean them.
As she filled a vase for the water and put the kettle on the muggle way, Ron watched her. He was so taken with the way the sun shone through the windows making her hair look almost copper, in his eyes, nothing could fault her, even standing here in her Kitchen in her dressing gown and fluffy slippers!
"Hermione, I had another dream last night, it was about the final battle" thinking this was as good a place as any to start the conversation.
"Really, do you remember anything else from it, or has it helped you remember other things?" Hermione had apparently changed hats from the embarrassed friend to Healer.
"Yes and no, I can't really remember actual memories but I can sorta remember feelings and emotions, does this make sense?"
"Quite a lot actually, the mind works in a strange way, usually the first thing our brain takes in or remembers is a smell, feeling, sense rather than the sounds and pictures, that is why you can remember the emotions rather than the actual events. What feelings are you remembering?" Hermione wondered
"It has all really linked in with one another, since I first saw you in the hospital room, I knew there was something about you that was different, but I couldn't put my finger on it, then after the first set of dreams and the more we chatted and got to knew each other I could feel some sort of connection, then after last night well…" Ron trailed off as Hermione turned away from him to gaze out of the window.
"I thought I could read recognition in your eyes the first day we met, but I suppose I just wished to see it there, I was so shocked to find you, here of all places after so long of believing that you were dead." Tears were now flowing freely down her flushed cheeks again. This time Ron walked over to her and took her face in his hands, brushing the tears away with his thumbs.
"I didn't finish what I was going to say did I? After your speech last night, it got me searching my heart and soul, then after the dreams this morning in the pensive it finally hit me, I love you Hermione. I don't think I have truly ever stopped, I may not remember all the moments we have spent together over the years, and hopefully in time I will get all those memories back but I do love you with all my heart." Ron smiled as Hermione buried her head in his chest and wept with relief. Their feelings were out in the open and they had the rest of their lives ahead of them.
Once Hermione had quietened down, Ron led her to a dining room chair,
"Hermione, there was just one thing I wanted to know, am I really best friend with Harry Potter, and what did that "transportio" spell thing do? The last bit made Hermione jump up and give him all her attention
"What, Ron, say it again, what spell?"
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