"This place has changed," Ron said, walking along, the creature beside him. The thing nodded.
YOU HAVE BEEN GONE LONG. THE CREATURES WERE GROWING RESTLESS.
"Is that why you came to get me?"
NOT THE ONLY REASON. THERE ARE THINGS THAT HIDE IN THE WALLS OF THE CASTLE. YOU CREATIONS NEED YOU. Ron turned to face the thing.
"What things?" The creature continued to walk.
THAT WILL COME LATER. REST. Ron frowned.
"I am rested...I never got your name." The creature smiled again, something that still amazed Ron.
MY NAME IS OCA.
"OCA?"
IT IS A NAME FROM WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG. I WAS CREATED TO HELP YOU.
"What does it stand for?"
OVERLY CONPRESSED ANGER. I KEEP YOUR ANGER INSIDE ME. Ron looked up at his companion, concern in his eyes.
"Really?" Oca nodded.
DO NOT WORRY. I WAS CREATED TO HANDLE YOUR AMOUNT OF ANGER. Ron frowned.
"Then how come everyone keeps catching on fire?" The creature looked down at Ron.
ANGER WASN'T WHAT CAUSED THAT... Ron chose not to question the reasoning given to him, instead focusing on something else.
"How did you get out? I mean of my mind..."
THE DEPARTMENT OF MINISTRIES. I HAVE BEEN HIDING THERE.
"So that's why I went there... to get you?" The creature nodded.
BUT ENOUGH OF THAT. LOOK AROUND YOU. YOU ARE MASTER OF ALL OF THIS.
"Can I change it?" The creature nodded.
YOU ARE HERE TO MASTER IT. USE IT. Ron smiled and held out his hands. Crouching down, he touched the ground and closed his eyes, imagining something. Suddenly the ground beneath him trembled and Ron opened his eyes. Out of the ground, poles shot up. They were made of onyx and the rings at the top made of diamonds. Ron smiled. A Quiddich field. Oca stepped back, looking extremely pleased. Ron grinnned as players shot up out of the golden lake near by. They weren't just ordinary players, there long manes flying behind them as they roared to each other. Oca nodded approvingly.
THE MAJESTIC LIONS OF GRYFFINDOR. VERY GOOD MASTER. Ron watched them fly for a while then turned and began to walk again a serious look on his face.
"I want you to answer me truthfully. What's going to happen to Hermione?" The creature stopped. It seemed to think through it's answer carefully, not wanting to anger it's master.
MASTER... IT WAS A PERILOUS SITUATION SHE WAS TRAPPED IN... THE GIRL IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE...
"What do you mean, perilous?"
CALLING YOU BACK... IT IS DIFFICULT. Ron frowned, wanting to know more.
"You said she had lost her value... that she had served her purpose... What was it?" Oca was silent for a minute before he answered.
THERE MUST BE A WITNESS TO YOUR CALLING BACK... Ron considered the response.
"She was my witness..." Oca started to walk, motioning with a snowy arm for him to come. He followed the blizzard until they reached a spot that was completely different from the rest of Ron's domain. There was an rusted iron gate and behind it was a large tomb. It was made of green marble and guarded by two of the ugliest monsters Ron had ever seen. They were slightly taller than him, their skin dripping in green slime and their heads made up of one giant red eye. They held tridants.
"What is this place?" Oca bowed reverently, backing up.
ONLY YOU ARE ALLOWED IN. Ron averted his eyes away from the sight before him to the snowstorm behind him.
"What's in there?"
THE THING THAT IS PREVENTING YOU FROM HER...
"Hermione?"
WE DO NOT SPEAK HER NAME. IT IS FOR YOU ONLY. With that Oca dispersed, his body disappearing, leaving Ron by himself. Ron hesitated then started for the gate. They opened. Ron stopped, unsure. He glanced behind him and then continued up the path until he reached the guards. They saluted him.
"What is this place?" he asked. The one on his left bowed and pointed to the tomb.
"This place is called Emalek. It means Hermione." Ron looked surprised. It was the first time anyone had said her name.
"I though no one was allowed to say her name." The one on his right bowed.
"We are the ones who guard the tomb... We are the only ones." He then pointed to the tomb. Ron stepped closer, gazing upon the writing.
Berome Cantan Selome Emalek
Ron turned to the guards.
"What does it mean?" Both bowed.
"It says, I love Hermione..."
Harry entered the common room much later that night. He had been missing all day and Ginny had been absolutely worried. It had been a week since Ron had disappeared and Harry had been acting strange since. She watched him come in. That was when he caught sight of her. Harry collapsed on the couch motioning for her to come over. Ginny moved closer and sat down next to him, needing his touch to assure her and to calm her. He looked down at her. Taking her face in his hands he kissed her lightly. She pulled away.
"What was that for?" He looked her over, wiping away the tear stains.
"You're so calm." She bit her lip and shook her head.
"I still can't believe it..." she murmured and looked back to the fire. She frowned. "What's going to happen?" Harry pulled her into a hug.
"I don't know... with Ron..." He stopped, letting the words hang. She looked up at him.
"With Ron gone..." Harry nodded, the scene of what had happened earlier that week playing in his head.
"Yeah... gone..." They were silent for a while, each not wanting the images that were haunting them. Ginny scooted closer.
"Where have you been all week?" Harry sighed.
"I... I just needed to get away... I mean... with Ron gone and Hermione in the hospital... I just feel like..." Harry's voice faltered. He stopped himself before he started tearing up. Ginny didn't need to see anymore tears. Ginny rested her head on his shoulder.
"I understand," she responded, understanding how he was feeling. They were silent until the portrait door opened and Seamus, Dean, Pravati, Lavander and Neville entered. They paused when they spotted the two on the couch. They all looked at each other in silence then Seamus smiled and turned to Dean.
"Well, I'm tired. Come on. Let's get to bed." Dean offered the two a small smile and followed Nevill and Seamus up the stairs. As Pravati and Lavander did the same, Lavander turned around, smiling.
"I alway's thought you two were a cute couple," she whispered before disapearing up the staircase. Ginny turned to Harry, an aprehensive look on her face. Harry caught the look and knew what she was thinking.
"It's ok, Gin... Someone was bound to find out..." She frowned.
"Are you sure?" He nodded. Just to prove that he was ok, he leaned in and kissed her. Pulling away, Ginny bit her lip, trying not to cry. Harry pulled her into a tight hug, not wanting to let her go. She began to cry.
"I miss Ron... I want my brother Harry..."
A/N: I hope you like it. Maybe some of you could see the significance of Emalek? Try!
guess: You're on to something! Not entirely acurate but very close!
ronandmion4ever: Hope you get the job!
Wesker888: Do tell! What does it sound like?
Chapter Tease:
"Where am I?" Harry smiled.
"You're alive for starters!" She frowned.
"Where are you?"
"What do you mean where am I? I'm right here." Ginny watched him move his hands and frowned.
"Are you ok?" she asked, panic starting to take over. The girl on the hospital bed reached out her hands, her eyes focused on her mother, who stood directly in front of her.
"Ok? Ok? I CAN'T SEE!"