The Whole Story As We Don't Know It

Chapter 7: Number 12

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So, what will happen in Grimmauld Place? What do you think? Thanks so much for all your alerts/favouritisms/reviews, I love you most when it comes between you guys and chocolate (and that's saying something!) Let us get on with the story shall we Romione fans? As always, much love xoxoxox

Rons POV:

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming"

I didn't say goodbye to anyone from the wedding, as between Kingsley's patronus' announcement and Apparating to Tottenham Court Road, I was fighting my way through the crowd looking for Hermione, then Harry. As Harry, Hermione and I walked down Tottenham Court Road, we heard some drunken guys across the road leering at Hermione, and it made me feel ill.

I pulled her down in the cafe as spells started firing around us from the two Death Eaters. We got up and fought, and both went down. When she wiped their memories, there was a look of remorse in her eyes, as if she was thinking of something that reminded her of the situation, when she did the same to her parents. I then vowed to myself that, whatever it took, I would help find Hermiones parents, no matter what.

When we Apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place, we were greeted to Dumbledore was looking at us and started to ward us off. When he disappeared, I looked at Hermione, and she looked terrified, just like Harry, though he had a bit of sadness in his face as well, the subject of Dumbledore was still a sore point to make. We went into the sitting room and I went out to the bathroom to get changed into my pyjamas. I came back in and passed Hermione, who walked into the bathroom after me with her night clothes. As I walked into the living room, I saw Harry setting out his sleeping bag and noticed he had put his slightly apart from the other two bags. Harry turned and walked to wait outside the bathroom door for Hermione to finish. I turned and looked at the two sleeping bags left for me and Hermione, in front of the Bluebell Flames Hermione was famous for. The made the room brighter, but the shadows were also making the room look creepier, with a slight blue tint to the surroundings. I put Hermiones sleeping bag on some cushions I pulled from the sofa; I wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. She walked in and smiled at me, and the dingy room suddenly brightened. I smiled back at her, and she looked down at her sleeping bag.

"Why is my sleeping bag on the cushions? Ron..."

"I thought you might be a bit more comfortable."

"Well," she said. "Thanks." She smiled weakly, and looked around the living room. Then, she walked over to the now cushion-less couch, sat down, and put her head in her hands. Without realising how I got there, I was sitting next to her with my arms around her, trying to comfort her. I knew it must be difficult, having to go on the run for who knows how long with two teenage boys who were often grumpy and rude to her, having to send her parents away to the other side of the world, and having the only happiness that we might feel for some time ruined by those bloody Death Eaters. I rested my cheek on her quivering head, gently rocking her back and forth.

Hermiones POV:

Why did those stupid Death Eaters have to come and ruin Bill and Fleurs happiness? What was the point, what were we going to do during a wedding, it wasn't really the place where we would plot again He Who Must Not Be Named? I knew I shouldn't be such a coward, and that fear of a name is the same as fear of the thing itself, and I knew that right now I couldn't be more scared, but still. As soon as the announcement came from Kingsley that the Ministry had fallen, I heard someone shout my name from a place to my right. I screamed for him; "Ron, Ron, RON!" Someone bumped into me behind me, then turned and grabbed my hand. I was scared that it was a Death Eater, but I plucked up my courage and looked into his face... "Ron!"

"No time, got to find Harry, to get us out of here," He shouted over the voices now ringing through the gazebo. We spied Harry; I grabbed his hand and Disapparated on the spot.

We had landed in Tottenham Court Road, and running to an alleyway to get changed was quite a job in my lovely dress. We made it to a cafe, where we were attacked by Death Eaters, and I had to ask myself if I could ever live a normal life, as a normal, teenage wizard. Then I decided that was totally stupid, as wizards aren't normal in the first place. Wiping the memories of the Death Eaters was painful, as it didn't feel right, to perform the spell again on such different people, totally the opposite of my parents. That subject was still a tense subject, so I forgot about it and decided to concentrate on where we would go.

12 Grimmauld Place was where we ended up, and having a most unwelcoming greeting from the dead Dumbledore, basically telling us to buzz off. We didn't, and laid down our sleeping bags in the living room. Ron went off to get changed, and Harry wouldn't speak much, he just straightened out his sleeping bag and sat on the sofa. When Ron came out of the bathroom, I went in to get changed. I dared myself to look in the mirror, dared myself to look at the pretty face I had seen in the mirror just hours before totally ruined by travel, my perfect hair knotty and tangled. The face that stared back at me was not that happy person, preparing for a wedding just hours before, this was the face of a worried, tired person, preparing to face the journey of a life time with my two favourite people in the world. I decided that the last part was true and made me feel more confident, and I walked out the bathroom with a little happier than I had been. That happiness faded as I looked at the face that greeted me outside the door from Harry. I felt for him, I really did. He didn't choose this destiny, and he must be feeling slightly guilty for dragging Ron and me into it, but we had told him time and time again that we would never complain, that we were happy to help, as the loyal friends we were. I walked into the living room and smiled at Ron, he smiled back at me and it was then I noticed my sleeping bag. "Why is my sleeping bag on the cushions? Ron..."

"I thought you might be a bit more comfortable," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Well, thanks." I added. What a nice thing to do, so polite. It made me get emotional, he was thinking of me and my comfort and how I would sleep and it was all too much. I sat down on the sofa, which was quite uncomfortable, seeing as the seat cushions had been used to make my bed, and rested my head on my hands. He walked over to me and was at my side, comforting me within seconds, always there for me, which made my cry more, because I knew that it would only ever be friendship and loyalty that lied between us. As I sank into his arms, I started to think of how he must feel. He must feel so much worse than me, having to be away from his family, not knowing if they were safe or not, at least I knew that, in Australia, my parents would be okay. He must be missing all his brothers and Ginny terribly, he has spent most of his life sharing a building with one of them, and when I thought more deeply into it, I should be the one comforting him, and this fact made me feel selfish. But as I clung to him, I felt almost happy, like we would see all of the people we were missing again, a sort of light at the end of the tunnel, which made me forget to cry.

"Now, what was that about, eh?" asked Ron, looking at me now, his blue eyes reflecting my brown ones.

"Oh, nothing, it doesn't matter. Shall we get into our bags; Harry will be back in a minute?" He looked at me, and I knew he could tell that there was something wrong, and was prepared to ask questions, but he didn't and climbed into the sleeping bag next to my raised one. As I climbed into mine, I saw him shuffle towards my bag out of the corner of my eye, which made me chuckle.

Rons POV:

When she stopped crying, she wiped away her tears and faced me.

"Now, what was that about, eh?" I asked her, looking directly into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh, nothing, it doesn't matter. Shall we get into our bags; Harry will be back in a minute?" I knew that there was something, but decided not to ask, and it would come out soon enough, and I got into my sleeping bag and, when she wasn't looking, edged my bag towards hers. As she got settled down, she turned to me and said in a small voice; "Ron?"

"Yup," I said, looking at the mass of brown hair that was falling over the cushion. She pushed the hair aside and said; Promise that you'll always be there."

At that moment, Harry walked in, mumbled something that was probably something along the lines of "G'night." Hermione reached for her wand, extinguished the Blue Flames, making the room pitch black apart from the break in the curtains, which came to light Hermiones hand, that was lolling over the side of the cushions. I intertwined my fingers with, and she squeezed my hand affectionately. The feeling of her dainty fingers in my big hand felt strange, felt nice. I listened to her breath low down until i felt sleep over power me.

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