Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
To Every Single One of you.
Needed
Chapter 14
We'll Wait
Blue Fire Krazed
(Calliore)
It was 7 minutes to midnight the night after Hermione and the Twin's Midnight Picnic. Ron was sitting out in the snow in front of the lake, his eyes locked on to something visible only to him. Ron's eyes were red and puffy from the salty tears he had withheld for the last day. He had been sitting in the same spot, staring at the same thing for almost three hours, trying to keep his mind empty of any thoughts. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely block out what he had seen the night before. The terrified screams, the bright flashes of random charms being thrown in every direction, and the images that he wished he could block out the most. It was that of his brothers, and his two best friends.
Ron had been in the Hospital Wing longer than anyone. Madame Pomfrey finally pushed him out the door roughly and told him to go get some rest. That had been hours ago, but he could still see their faces. Hermione's face was completely unharmed, save for some mild scratches, Madame Pomfrey would not allow him to see her wounds for reasons she wouldn't say. George was a completely different story; he had four dark, deep cuts running from his forehead to his bottom lip, the whole right side of his face was slightly deformed and bruised. Smiles had been said to be sent out of the school.
Ron had asked over and over again why Madame Pomfrey could not just heal their cuts like she had done so many times before, but Madame Pomfrey would just give him a solemn look and walk into her office to fetch a paper, some important looking document, medicine, or she would just walk into her office and come out three minutes later, empty handed, and busy looking.
It was exactly seven minutes past midnight when he sensed someone around him, he shrugged off the feeling and anticipated someone, or rather, something. Two minutes later he gave up, as pieces of the night before invaded his mind. Ron catapulted himself five feet in the air when something soft and warm landed itself on his shoulder, his head hit a chin and he rubbed it for a second as he regained himself. Ron turned his head, quickly putting on an angry look and glared at the emerald-eyed teenager behind him. His eyes quickly went from angry to curious as he piled Harry with questions on Hermione, George, and why Harry had been gone most of the day.
Harry answered most of Ron's question with a quick nod or shake of the head. But when Ron asked Harry what Ron had been asking Madame Pomfrey for the majority of the day, Harry's eyes fell and fixed themselves on the floor. Ron's eyes bore into Harry as Harry just stared into the ground, as if he was trying hard to dig a hole with his eyes.
"Harry…" Ron asked cautiously, "What going to happen to Hermione and my brother?" more silence followed. Ron's eyes watered and puffed and reddened once more, but he held it back, grabbing Harry's shoulders. Harry was shaken wildly from side to side as Ron repeated his question over and over again. Ron's violent expressions of sadness overwhelmed Harry, small salty droplets of pain and agony fell from his eyes in vicious rivers down his face as Ron continued to shake Harry, he was loosing the power and energy, and his control was slowly disintegrating. Harry stared at Ron's face through the shaking and the blurriness. Ron took one look into Harry's eyes and all hope for control was lost, it was as if the world was going to end, an uncertain bewilderment was hidden behind the livid green eyes, Ron fell to the floor with a soft thump. His silent sobs shook his body with such intensity, it almost seemed that Ron was having a seizure.
"Ron…" Harry said softly, tears still flowing freely from his eyes, "Ron… don't cry… we don't know what is going to happen… none of the professors know why the wounds won't heal with magic, or human medicine, nothing is helping them, their cuts don't even heal by themselves, they just stay there, open and un clotted. Dumbledore has called in the best doctors from St. Mungo's, and The Cures, and even Muggle doctors, they have all tried something.. they just don't know what to do…" Harry was able to maintain his voice steady as he told Ron most of what he had learned, but tears began to roll down his face once again as he remembered Hermione on the floor, only inches away from George, whose condition was no better, or even worse that Hermione's, "Ron.. what do you remember from last night?"
Ron's voice was shaky and muffled as he spoke into his arms, "We were walking by the boy's dormitory window, when I remember you noticed a bright red spark being fired not to far away, instead of waiting, we ran down the castle and were at the front door without being interfered with.. I remember thinking that it was probably nothing, just some 7th years trying to play a prank. But the second we stepped out of the castle, I saw them.. Fred.. with that horrible beast running toward him, and how Hermione attracted its attention… and how quickly you had pushed me out of the way.. You hit the thing with an Expelliramus charm in the back, but you saved Hermione. I remember running back into the castle, I was in front of McGonagall's classroom in an instant… and then I remember Hermione and George… so hurt... and so weak…"
Harry put his arm on Ron's shoulder. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to do, and waiting would only make them both miserable, but they were going to wait for Hermione. A pair of fiery-crimson eyes stared at the twosome from not too far, they were wet with fear, but mostly with the empty feeling of being lonely and forgotten. The eyes had sat there for three hours, staring at something visible only to that pair of eyes.
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