In silence Ron walked off the train. He spotted his mom, Fred, and George at the other end of the station. They looked as though they had just apparaited from Hogsmead. Mrs. Weasleys face was tearstained, and her hands were trembling. Fred and George were slouching over; their Dragon Hide jackets were pulled tightly against their bodies.
" Ello Ron." Said George.
"Hi." Responded Ron.
"Hey Gin."
"Hi Fred." Answered Ginny, looking up at Fred, and then glancing away.
"Hey mum." Ginny and Ron said at the same time.
Mrs. Weasley burst out crying. She pulled Ginny and Ron close about her.
"Arthur was so sorry he couldn't come, he needed to do work at the ministry, they were shorthanded because of…" Mrs. Weasley trailed off; she swallowed her tears and continued, " Dumbledors death." Silence followed these words, Fred looked at Ron, Ron looked at George, George looked at Ginny, and Ginny was looking at a large well-kept car zooming off into the distance.
They were getting home by Floo Powder, and Ron didn't know where the nearest fireplace was. Ron didn't say anything as they walked to the nearest fireplace. In fact everything that happen the afternoon he got off the train was a blur. He hadn't said goodbye to Harry, or Hermione. He wanted to be alone.
Alone in his room Ron waited for Ginny to come up to talk to him. He knew she would, she always came to him when she needed someone to talk to.
She didn't come.
Ron began to worry. He stuck his head out of his window, and he saw Ginny in the Garden, holding what looked like a picture. He pulled his head back in. As he closed the window a gust of cool air swept into the room.
Dusk came. Ron didn't want to eat dinner. He just wanted to think about what was going to happen. Harry said he was going to look for the horcruxes. What am I going to do? Am I going to go with him? What about Hermione? Hermione…
Though he would never say it Ron felt like crying at the mention of her name. She didn't care about him the way he cared about her. Or does she fancy me? The world was a blank page of confusion.
Emotion, why do we have emotion? Thought Ron. It would be so much easier if I could just be boring, death would be nothing, and life would be nothing. Ron stopped, thinking about his last thought. What am I saying? Life is something, life could never be nothing. He understood now, why He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed. To him, life was nothing, or rather the life of others. Selfishness! I get it! That's why Harry was put into Gryffindor! That's why………. I am alive-
Two knocks at the door stopped Rons thoughts.
"Damn." Me muttered under his breath. " Enter," he said loudly, " If you must." He whispered to himself.
He expected it to be Ginny. Someone entered, but it was not Ginny. It was Fleur. Why was Fleur coming to see him?
" I see, te way you look at er." Fleurs voice rang through his small room.
Ron was dazed, "Sorry, what?" he asked.
"Tat' girl. Hermione, te way you look at er, you ust like er."
"Er, ya….I guess so." Ron said dumbstruck, what was he saying? Of course he liked her!
" You know, what I see een Bill?"
"No……" Ron said viscously, he didn't want her to be in his family, he didn't want happiness for anyone.
"I see, a man, who never stops twying."
"Right then……is that why you came here?"
"Es, and no. I do not dwell on evil times, Ron, you should do te same." She patted Ron on the back, and left.
Ron stared at the door; she came up here to tell me, that I should focus on the happy things. THE HAPPY THINGS! Ron lay on his bed. It was getting dark, the stars that once were so happy, seemed sad. Ron closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Rons dreams were full of hate, he couldn't stop thinking about people dying. First to die in his dream was Ginny. "Save yourself, Ron! Don't give in to his power! I am just weak!" The voice seemed real.
"Ron, mate how are you doing?" Harrys voice called to him.
"I'm good and you?" He responded.
"I am doing just fine." As he spoke he turned into a corpse hanging by a rope attached to his feet. Blood began to ooze out of his mouth.
"RON! You didn't do your homework assignment!" It was Hermione. Ron grabbed her, she hugged him, he hugged her back.
"Hermione, you have to leave, everyone is dying!" Ron yelped at her taking her across the room.
"Oh, silly. I won't die, I am dead."
" You are………..what?"
"Dead. You can only see me because you loved me." Her voice echoed in his head. That was not Hermione! She wouldn't say that.
"You are not Hermione!" Ron gasped.
"You are correct, I am not Hermione." And what Ron thought was Hermione turned into Voldemort. He was strangling Hermione. Her hands were blue; she was trying to pull away from Voldemorts grip. He dropped her.
Hermione's' body was on the floor; Ron could see where Voldemorts hands had been. Ron awoke. He had never had a real nightmare before, or at least not like this. He panted as he sat up against the wall. He heard a faint laugh, a small girls laugh. This was too real, he couldn't be dreaming anymore.
He closed his eyes again. When he opened them a face was looking at him.
"Hello Ronald. Why back so soon?"