Chapter 4: The Waves.
Hermione sat down and brought her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped themselves around her legs.
Her hair lay limply on her shoulders, the oversized clothes helped her hide, made her feel invisible.
She reached over and picked up her tea. She held it in both of her hands and sipped as carefully as possible.
Hermione closed her eyes wanting her tea to take her away, take her away form this world, this life.
She imagined herself on a beach in Austrailia with Ron, She saw them walking together on the shore letting the waves wash over her feet, letting them sweep her away.
Hermione felt safe and happy, she could smell the salt in the air, could feel the warm sand wiggel between her toes, hear the waves crash against the rocks. She let all of her sences go, she let them overpower her mind. Hermione prayed that when she woke up form this nightmare she would be doing excastly that.
Sitting on a beach with Ron, holding each other, letting the waves just take them away from this mad world.
When she opened her eyes she found herself to be sitting in the same position, in the same amount of unbearable pain that she was in just moments ago.
She held back the tears that threatened to spill over and risked a small look at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they both were looking through the book trying to find the charm that would make her look presentable to the rest of the world.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley spent the next 30 minutes trying charm after charm, doing their best to get the bruises and cutts to go away.
"Well Arthur let's give it a break and have some breakfast." Mrs. Weasley busied herself frying up a small meal for her husband and Hermione.
She kept her mind busy and at ease making their breakfast, almost as if life was normal again and peaceful.
She could look at the pans and pretend that this was just another normal morning.
Her make believe world disappeared when her husband cleared his throat, she looked towards her husband fowllowing his eyes, he was looking at Hermione.
The girl was staring off into the distance, tears were swimming in her eyes, defeat on her face.
Arthur looked at his wife at a loss for what to do for the girl, this was not his area of expertice.
They looked at Hermione willing her to be ok, for her to be Hermione again. Mr. Weasley began to reach over to put a comforting hand on her shoulder than thought better of it.
Molly turned back to her cooking, Arthur went back to twiddling his thumbs watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye.
"Here you go dear, eat up some breakfast." Molly brushed a tear off of Hermione's cheek and gave her a heartfelt smile.
The three sat silently and ate their small breakfast, not one of them were very hungry after what had happened. Their appetites would come back later, Hermione thought. It always did come back after a few days.
They ate their breakfast with only the sound of the water dripping in the sink.
Stealing glances at each other, no one speaking what was on their minds.
Hermione kept repeating the mantra "I wish Ron was here, I wish Ron was here," it seemed to calm her down.
Mrs. Weasley's mind was reeling, she could not figure out why none of the spells she had tried had failed to work.
Mr. Weasley kept wondering where David was and what the best way it was to get his hands around his neck, even though neither Hermione nor his wife told him the full story he knew. Mr. Weasley knew that this beautiful girl, a girl as good as his own daughter had been raped, he could see the innocence gone in her eyes, he could hear the fear in her voice and her walk was one of someone scorned and torn.
"Where is that ruddy owl?" Ron almost screamed at his siblings.
They had agreed to go to the beach after visiting the library and museum for Hermione, but not one of the children were enjoying themselves.
They were without bathing suits or towels and sat waiting, none speaking a word amongst each other.
Fred and George were picking sand up and mindlessly sifting it through their fingers, Ginny had her toes in the water, and letting them sink into the sand.
Bill and Charlie were watching their younger siblings from a hill not far away and Percy was reading a book he picked up at the gift shop of the museum.
However Ron, Ron was not doing anything besides stareing mindlessly at the waves coming onto the shore; his mind was growing sick with worry.
Now the worry is becoming impatience, he should be there with her, why couldn't he be there with her holding her, comforting her?
Ron felt a hand on his left shoulder; it was Bill his arm wrapped around Ron.
They found each others eyes, unshed tears began to form in their eyes.
"Hey little brother she will be fine mum and dad have her. She will be fine, I promise." Bill held his little brother and whispered in his ear, the other Weasley's looked at the two brothers making sure there was no need to aid Bill in his attempt to calm the youngest of the boys.
Ron's temper was the most legendary of the Weasley children, especially when it came to Hermione or Harry.
"What if she's not ok? What if she needs me? Bill what if she is hurt bad? What if mum and dad can't fix her? I can't sit here and not know what's going on!" Ron strained his voice to be heard.
They were surprised to hear Ron's tone; they had to struggel to hear him over the crashing waves.
"It's ok Ronald, it will be ok just calm down. Will it make you feel better if I apperated to the Burrow and checked on her?" Ron shook his head in response; a few more tears fell from his eyes before a glimmer of the Famous Ron Weasley smile appeared on his face.
Bill left Ron in the care of Ginny. She wrapped her arms around him like their mother would if were there and they watched the waves crash. Ron's eyes were glues on the waves, he was seeking solace in them. He wanted to let them drown his troubels, make them go away.
He imagined Himself and Hermione one day walking this exsact beach. He saw them holding hands and laughing. He wanted her to be there with him right now. The guilt built in his chest, they always talked about coming here together.
This was here dream vacation, he never understood why. The historics for wizards here were nothing to he history in england but none the less it was were she wanted to be.
The waves became entrancing and engulfed him. The tranquility of it, the calm that washed over him when he stared into it's depths. His tears began to flow more freely and the lump in his chest tightened, But he kept his gaze on the waves.
"Fred, George, Percy come here! Charlie I am sorry to leave you in charge but in all honesty, I am going insane not knowing what's going on. Ron is in tears, I have to go to the Burrow and find out how she is doing. Do you think you boys can handel those two while I'm gone?" The four boys shook their heads and waited for the next set of instructions.
"Right, well I am going to go. I swear I will be right back, please don't wander too far ok?" Again, they shook their heads in response.
Bill quickly turned on his heel and looked back at his family one more time. His mind wandered, thanking Merlin that they were safe. He just wished he could say that about Hermione, whom he loved as much as Ginny. As the tears began to sting his eyes again he quickly found a public toilet, went in and apperated to the Burrow.
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