Disclaimer: I do not own any charaters in the story, alto i had a dream about it a time or two. JK does so don't sue me.
Ron was pacing back and forth, looking in any direction he could. He jumped at any noise he heard, it was getting dark, the rest of his family started to get cold so they went back to the hotel for the word on coming home.
But Ron did not want to miss the second his brother got back, he would be the first one home for his Hermione.
All day he thought about what had happened, they were left without any information. What happened? Is she sick? Did a death eater find her? Is her mom ok? Ron's mind was reeling; the questions kept coming in waves. Is she ok? Is she scared? Does she need me? Is she asking for me?
The tears began to envelope him, he could no longer hold them back, he tried to stop, and he tried to imagine happier times with her.
He closed his eyes and thought back to last spring at school.
Hermione and him went down by the lake one day to study and after a few hours of sitting under the willow tree Ron felt some weight on his lap, he looked away from his Charms paper and looked at Hermione she had fallen asleep, he sat there and stared at her in wonder.
The look on her face was something of an angel, he reached over cautiously, careful not to wake her, he swept a stray curl off her face. Ron sat and watched her for some time, he had been worried about her lately, and she looked as if she had not been getting enough sleep and always seemed to fall asleep when they were studying.
The sun was beginning to set so Ron got up quietly and went to the lake cupped his hands and got some water and splashed her with it.
For the next hour, they chased each other around the grounds.
At the memory a small smile crept up on Ron's face, this only made him breakdown harder.
The tears became to much, the sob caught in his chest became unbearable, Ron dropped to his knees, the image of Hermione hurt and scared, popped in front of his eyes, the look on his mother's face before they left, she was scared and sad, it was a look he had never seen on his mother, she looked helpless.
Ron imagined Hermione hurt and scared all alone needing him, crying for him. He looked at the boulder sitting in front of him.
"You should be there for her" he whispered to himself.
He stopped crying and wiped at the remaining tears on his face, he was thouraly disgusted with himself.
He should have stopped his family from taking him away from her.
His fingers clenched themselves in his fists, he took a deep breath and imagined anything that ever cause her pain or anger, Draco, the Basilisk, the dementors,… himself.
He knew he had cause a few of her tears, he knew it.
He saw his own face on the boulder and he began hitting it with as much force as possible.
He just kept telling himself he was horrid to her and never deserved her, not her love, her time, or her friendship.
He heard his knuckles break.
That didn't matter he needed to make this better, he needed the pain the release.
He needed to escape from his mistakes. He was sobbing and crying.
Arms engulfed him, held him tight, rocking him back and forth.
"She'll be ok, shh. She'll be ok." Fred had been watching his youngest brother, from the balcony of his hotel room.
They rocked together, both crying.
Fred held Ron and shared his pain, Hermione was like a little sister to him and he was scared too.
Fred Healed Ron's hands, he was used to this, 4 years ago he found out Ron's secret life of cutting.
3:52 am, Fred woke up when he heard a sound in the room above him.
He had been hearing sounds coming from his brother's room for weeks now and he was tired of being woke up so early in the morning. He was going to find out Ron was doing at such an early hour.
He laid there in bed for a few more minutes wondering what he could be doing. He heard his brother's feet hit the ground, hard, and then began running to the bathroom.
Fred got out of his bed and shivers ran down his spine, it was cold in August.
He put his slippers and housecoat, walked to his door and opened it, careful not to wake his brother George.
He crept out his door and closed it quietly, he looked and down the corridor, making sure he was alone. Fred walked up the stairs to the bathroom and just as he knew there was a light coming from all around the door.
He stood there with his arm extended about to open the door to see if his brother was ok. When his fingers brushed aginst the door knob he heard a weird noise coming from the other side.
He heard a whimper and something hit the floor with a clang, Fred looked down at his feet trying to hear inside better when he saw something slide under the door he only got a quick glance at it and ran behind a wall so not to be seen.
He saw it shine, he saw it. It was a knife, and it had blood on it.
He sat there on the stairwell thinking why would there be a knife with blood on it in the bathroom with his brother, what happened? He couldn't think.
Fred got up and walked the stairs and length of the hall, stopping at the door he took a deep breath and put the silencing charm on the bathroom, anticipating Ron's reaction.
He put his hand on the knob and pushed the door open as fast as he could and slammed the door shut locked it and turned on Ron.
"Hey little brother, fancy running into you here." he smiled.
"Fred! What are doing? I am in the bathroom! Get out!" Ron stuttered and looked at his feet.
Fred took a step closer to his little brother, now he could see the circles under his eyes and how thin he had gotten.
The scariest part was the blood he noticed on his clothing, on the sink, the floor and the rags in the sink full of blood.
Fred ran to Ron and grabbed his hand and pulled up his sleeve.
Not one word could be said, Ron was crying to hard and Fred was in too much shock.
He put a hand on Ron's deepest cut just below his wrist.
He put all the pressure he could, it was bleeding so bad, he had forgot he was of age and could use magic.
He grabbed his wand and performed a few charms on Ron's arms.
There was blood all over him, his hand was red, Ron's own blood was all over.
Ron still had not said anything he just cried Fred grabbed his brother and held him, try as he might he could not hold back his tears.
The only thing was that all Fred could do was be there for Ron and help him and be the one that will catch him when he falls.
The two brothers have become closer in these past 4 years.
Close enough that Fred knew to watch him. Fred had been watching Ron from the balcony of the motel.
Ron clung to Fred, desperate to hold on to something real, he grabbed Fred's shirt and pulled him, afraid that if he let go his nightmare would come back.
The rest of the family came out and stood behind them afraid to come between them. They had never seen anyone in their family lose it this bad.
Fred never truly understood what had happened or why he does this he just accepts it. Fred knows that Ron still does it but there has only been a few times that he has come to Fred."HERMIONE" Ron sobbed.
He needed her, he wanted her.
Even if he never told her he loved her, even if she chose Harry or Victor, it didn't matter anymore he just needed Hermione to be ok.
CRACK! They almost didn't hear their brother come back; Fred looked up but kept his grip on Ron.
Bill came running up to them, he put his arms around them both. Once it had sunk in Ron looked Bill in the eyes.
"She needs you Ron; she asked me if you would come home to see her. The rest of us will be home tomorrow night. Go on little brother, go to her she needs you." Bill wiped Ron's tears off his face and brought him into a hug.
Ron let go of Bill and he turned to Fred, gave him a hug and walked away before apperating.
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