Chapter 4

Ron

After watching Hermione's elegant body run away from him, Ron Weasley, he immediately was stricken by the heartbreak, and what it truly means to love. Stumbling through the cobblestones of the walkway he rammed into a large furry object, looking up he saw Hagrid looking down at him.

"Oi! Hagrid! It sure has been a while hasn't it?" Ron squealed nervously looking at Hagrid who seemed to have grown even taller.

"O, is that you Ron? My, my, you've certainly grown!" Hagrid chuckled in a deep muffled voice caused by his large, unruly brown beard.

"I did? You definitely did Hagrid!" Ron said, backing away to look at Hagrid although he only could see Hagrid's stomach and below from his eye level. Hagrid then gave out a hearty chuckle and gave Ron a pat on the back, but to Ron it felt more likely to be a gigantic shove that sent him toppling over if Hagrid had not caught him first.

"O, sorry there mate." Hagrid said, stabling Ron back onto his two feet. Ron mumbled a reply then looked away down the street that Hermione had escaped upon.

"Ron, what's the matter?" Hagrid said, turning to look where Ron was looking. Ron knew that Hagrid wasn't exactly the best person to tell his love life to, but Hagrid was really the ONLY one that would listen and give the best advice that they had.

"It's Hermione…I love her, and I just blew my chance." Ron sorely muttered.

"O, dear, that's a sad case, here now, come with me, I'll show you something and then I'll bring you back to my hut, and have some dandelion tea." Hagrid said gently, and with that he walked away towards a small shop, Ron followed.

Inside of the shop that they had entered were many varieties of heart shaped glass. He went near one and picked one up and suddenly the glass turned blue, Hermione's favorite color, and suddenly letters making words appeared on the glass.

Hermione Granger

Ron nearly dropped the glass, so alarmed by the words.

"Hagrid? Where are we?"

"This store sells bunches of glass hearts, and if you pick up the hearts, they tell you who you are destined to be with." Hagrid explained, he motioned at Ron's hands, which held the heart.

"Destined, but it doesn't tell if it will really happen. I blew it, it'll never happen now!" Ron negatively whispered.

"That's yours to take care of. Nothing can positively prove that you will be with her all your life, only you can do that. " Hagrid wisely spoke.

Ron was surprised, Hagrid sounded too serious and wise, almost, like Dumbledore. Ron couldn't say he didn't like it, because he did.

"May I assist you young gentlemen?" a wispy voice said, Hagrid and Ron whirled around to see a tall, skinny, pale faced woman standing beside them, she looked very much like Professor Trelawny, spiritual and rather odd. She had long frizzy hair, and wore large round glasses. With one hand she led Hagrid and Ron over to chairs behind a desk.

"O, right, well, my friend here, Ron Weasely…he's in love with a young girl, Hermione Granger…"

"Ah, so I see, Mr. Weasely, please, sit, let me examine the heart." The woman said wistfully, sticking out her long bony fingers for the heart. Ron nervously handed over the heart and sunk into the chair, Hagrid only stood behind him, sturdy and straight.

"Ah, Hermione Granger, brunette, intelligent…"

"How do you know?" Ron exclaimed recklessly.

"DO NOT INTERRUPT!" she bellowed, Ron whimpered and fell back into his seat, "Now, as I was saying, intelligent, and she, is also in love with you as you are with her. But I sense something, you did not tell her when she told you, and now you feel like things will never mend, like you will never win her back from this mistake you've made?"

Ron sat flabbergasted; everything, everything she said was correct, and she obviously knew it all, but how?

"How do you know this? I don't even know who you are!" Ron shouted, jumping out of his chair, Hagrid took a step back.

"You do not know me, but I assure you, I have ways, ways to find who you are and what you want, and what you want most of all right now, is Hermione Granger."

"WHO ARE YOU?" Ron hollered! He was frustrated by this woman's infuriating calmness while he suffered from such great trauma.

"I am Amelia, you're guardian."