A Love Never Forgotten

"Uncle! Uncle, where are you?" Came the cry of a little girl.

Ron was sitting on his bed finishing up his work, when he heard his niece call. He sighed and got up, 'What could she possibly want now?' he thought.

He walked down the dimly lit hall and into her room. She had the light off and was sitting on her bed waiting. When he entered the room he took a seat on the edge of her bed, knowing this would be long.

"I want you to tell me why you've been so sad." She calmly stated.

He groaned, why must she be so nosy? He thought for a moment, why tell her? She wouldn't understand, would she? Why so many questions?

"Fine, I'll tell you, but you must promise not to interrupt."

"I promise, not talking, laughing or anything else."

They shook on it, and he began his story. It went a little something like this…..

Ron and Hermione were walking back to the burrow after one of the 'longer' days of studying. Many people stared at them as they passed on by, hands intertwined. He had loved her for what seemed like forever and now she was finally his. He had claimed her about a month or so ago; it was strange really what brought them together. He had been admiring her from afar when she came walking toward him. A split second before she reached him, she tripped, falling into his arms. She had looked up at him with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes and he looked at her with his amber ones. That was all it took, just a simple look in the eye.

They turned the corner together and began to walk up the hill to his house. It wasn't too much farther, just a block or less. They were talking about how school was and how mean Professor Umbridgehad been, when out of the blue a black van came up behind them. As it approached them it slowed, unfortunately neither one of them noticed.

The van came to halt right behind them and a man jumped out of it, with a wand pointed at the pair. It was then that they realized what was happening, Ronf turned around and put a screaming Hermione behind him. The man ran at him and pushed him aside, grabbing Hermione. Ron hit the road hard, and heard a loud snap and an immense pain swelled in his arm. He screamed, not only for his arm but for her as well. The man fired a spell at Ron and that shut him up, while dumping Hermione in the van. She screamed his name, he turned to look at her, and the tears were streaming down her face, her eyes wide with fear. The man hit her across the face and closed the door, jumping in the driver's seat. Ron tried to move, but it was no use, he was frozen with fear.

He watched as the black van sped away over the hill and out of sight. He sat there for what seemed like hours, unable to move, or make any noise. He must have fainted because when he woke next, he was in a one of the wards in St. Mungo's on one of the beds in a white gown.

He yelled her name out loud and heard the sound of footsteps getting closer. His mother ran thought the door and to his bed. She immediately engulfed him in a giant bear hug. He hugged her back, tears streaming down his face. Later on that day, he was forced to explain his terror and was given the inedible news that it had happened a week ago.

"And I was told I might never see her again." He finished.

"Oh, I'm very sorry." His niece sobbed.

"No need, it's not your fault. It happened over five years ago. I still miss her."

She nodded and gave her uncle a hug; comfort consumed his as he took note that someone finally understood him. Who would of though a three year old would understand love?

He returned the hug and walked down the hall once more and into his room. A picture sat on his nightstand; he picked it up and held it close, tears streaming down his cheeks. Five years to the day, it had happened, but he would never forget how much he loved her.

The End