Ron and Shanon: Story 4

Chapter 2

Shanon woke up to find herself in Ron's bed. But Ron was gone. She got up and went downstairs to see Ron cooking eggs. She smiled.

"You cook?"

Ron turned around and grinned.

"Why yes." He walked over and put the pan in her face.

"Scrambled or fried?" He asked. Shanon laughed and sat down.

"Scrambled." She smiled and Ron used a charm to levitate the eggs over to her. They floated down onto the table slowly and softly. Ron got a cup of coffee and came to sit by her. He sipped it as she took a bite, observing her.

"Shanon," she looked up. "Why did you have to go back to France?"

Shanon's stomach dropped and she coughed. Her eyes watered and she looked at him. Ron got up and rubbed her back.

"Choking!?" he asked urgently.

"No, no..........I...........was just surprised...........by your question." Shanon looked at Ron, into the eyes that loved her so. They had been through so much together, surely he would understand this. He had to. They were in love. They had endured so much to be together.

She turned and placed a hand on his cheek. Ron took it and stroked it slowly.

"Shanon? Is everything ok? Is it the eggs? Oh no.......if Fred slipped a........"

"It's not the eggs."

"The coffee? Oh god............you're lactose intolerant!"

"RON I'M NOT!"

Ron jumped a bit and blinked, surprised at her abruptness.

"Sorry Shanon............"

"No it's me." Shanon interrupted him and stroked his knee slowly. "Ron, sit down please."

He did. He pulled the chair closer to her, listening. Shanon took a deep breath.

"Ron, do you know why the Sorting Hat took so long with me?" she asked. Ron blinked and sat up.

"Yes, but what do you mean? Why?"

"Because there was a spell being put on it."

Ron stopped short and frowned. Then he grew irriated.

"What??? Who could defy the Sorting Hat? Shanon I............"

"A Deatheater."

Ron stayed silent and looked at her. Shanon's eyes were misty and her hands were clenched tight. Ron frowned.

"Shanon, what..........."

"My father is a Deatheater."

The room was silent. Tears swelled up in Shanon's eyes. Ron stared at her, mouth open. Shanon began to cry.

"He used me!" she wailed. "He works for Voldemort and wanted to get closer to Harry! He put on a spell on the hat so that it would put me in Gryffindor and not Slytherin! He used me to track Harry......"

"WHAT???" Ron interrupted and sprang up, knocking his chair over. "WHAT?? WHAT THE HELL?? YOU PUT HIM IN DANGER???"

Shanon cringed and cried even more.

"You don't understand!" Shanon wailed. "I didn't even KNOW he was using me then! I swear! Ron, I wouldn't do that! You know I wouldn't!"

"That's right." Ron turned away and punched the table. "We can ALL trust deatheaters."

"RON LISTEN!" Shanon sprung up and walked over to him. "My mom's in danger! I went back to France because my Dad has come back after ten years of leaving my Mom! And now he wants her to be a deatheater too!"

Ron turned.

"He'll hurt her!" Shanon cried. "Ron, he will!"

Shanon waited. Ron was looking at her. She was sure he'd understand. He had to............had to..............but Ron just turned and ran up the stairs, slamming his door.

"RON I WASN'T AGAINST HARRY!" Shanon yelled. "I WASN'T!"

Shortly, she could hear a great roar from his room and a smash. In dismay, Shanon ran to her room.

She sat on her bed, hugging her knees and whispering "I wasn't against Harry. I wasn't against Harry. It was Dad. It was Dad." But nothing helped. Shanon got up and went over to the window and looked out. She was so high up. And the ground looked pleasing. Shanon could feel her body swaying over the window when a knock at her door made her jump.

"Come in." Shanon quickly sat on the bed.

Ginny walked in with a plate of muffins and milk. She smiled and slowly closed the door behind.

"Shanon?" She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down, setting the tray down next to her.

"I heard everything." She whispered, and Shanon burst into tears. It was almost embarrassing to be crying in front of Ginny. But she cried anyway. Ginny patted her on the back.

"If it helps," Ginny began, and Shanon quieted. "I believe you. I do."

Shanon sniffed and smiled at Ginny.

"Thank you." Shanon's voice quavered. Ginny passed her the tray.

"Muffins and milk." She said proudly. "I know it's weird, but, these will help you relax, and maybe get some sleep."

"Why, is there a potion in them? I've had it with potions." Shanon frowned and Ginny laughed.

"No, milk and muffins have a calming effect on your stomach." She put the tray in her lap. "There you go. I know it's morning, but sleep anyway. Ron will probably be over it with you wake up." Ginny got up and went over to the door.

"Thank you so much." Shanon smiled and sniffled a bit. Ginny smiled back, opened the door, and slipped out.

Shanon ate the muffins and milk and could feel her body relaxing. It had been so tense, now she noticed. She laid down on the bed and could feel her eyes drooping closed. Then, she fell asleep, where horrible dreams haunted her all her sleeping time.


Author's Note: I'm back! Sorry I didn't update for long, but I was gone in England and Ireland for a vacation. And I'd like to make a correction. I am so sorry, but in Story 3 I said that the area Shannon was in the county Cork, but in Ireland I learned that Shannon is its own county. Just thought I'd clear that up. Thanks!

See how I've had the stories planned out for so long? Even in the frist story I was thinking about this because the sorting hat had to take a long time.

My background music for this chapter was Come Clean by Hilary Duff. Yeah I know it's sad. But it fit kinda. Kinda.