Damn, I keep forget about this...Sorry for not posting Much 😮
Ron lay on his bed, his head swimming. Harry lay on the floor asleep. It had been hours since Hermione had left, and yet, she wasn’t back yet. Ron was sure she had said she was going to be right back, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He tried to mask it. They were friends. It was logical that he would feel for her. He took a pen from his bed side table, (All of his quills were missing) and Began twirling it nervously. He quickly lost interest, and put it in his pocket. He closed his eyes. He needed some sleep. He lay there for a while, still thinking. On the brink of sleep, a bright light disrupted his rest. His eyes jerked open. His wand, which lay on the table next to his bed, was emitting a crimson light. It began to rattle, and Ron stood up. He approached his wand apprehensively. He had heard of this magic only once. He knew what he had to do. Hand trembling, he reached out and picked his wand up. He felt his body compress before it disappeared, leaving Harry alone in the room.
***
Dolohov Sneered, as Hermione Continued to glare at him. Their last meeting had come a year before, when Dolohov had nearly killed her in the department of mysteries.
“So…….we meet again”, Said Dolohov with the air of one quoting an epic battle. Hermione simply glared harder.
“The Dark Lord will be most happy when he sees that I have brought him a witch of real Talent”, He went on, Emphasizing the second to last word. Hermione continued her glare, though she blushed slightly.
“Of course, if you don’t come willingly, the Dark Lord has other ways of dealing with you…….I hear you are a Mud-Blood.”, Dolohov Said. Hermione Gulped, but her Courage Peaked. In the distace, she heard a strangled yell. It was indistinct.
“He won’t be around much longer! Harry will see to that!” She said Fiercely.
Dolohov scoffed before saying, “The Dark Lord, is Immortal.”
“Not by his own talent”, Hermione Shot Back, “But by his malice. He is completely dependent on his Horcruxes.” Dolohov was visibly shocked. He had no idea the Order knew of the Horcruxes.
“Potter will have quite a job of finding the remaining 4” Dolohov sneered.
“You mean three. Perhaps you didn’t know he took another.”
“All the Horcruxes are accounted for.”, Dolohov said calmly, but his head was screaming. If another had been found…
“Bellatrix’s Wand. Harry killed her. There are now only three.”
Dolohov sighed. He was safe. He couldn’t, however, stop himself from saying, “Then you’re wrong, you stupid girl. The Dark Lord knew this was coming, and prepared a fake. While the loss of Bellatrix is unfortunate, the gamble has played it’s part.” An Owl hooted in the distance.
Hermione was now the one that was shocked. If what Dolohov had said was true, then there were 4 still around after all.
“Now Granger, Will you come Willingly, or will I have to force you?”
“Cumola!” Hermione screamed suddenly, her arm flying towards her robes. Before Dolohov knew what was happening, he was flying backwards. He lay in angony on the ground. “So be it” He said grimly, and began his attack.
***
Ron appeared in a clearing surrounded by trees. He frowned. He had no Idea who he was supposed to be helping, as that was the magic that had just happened. The one who cared about him most was in trouble right now. Hermione had passed through his thoughts, but that quickly passed. He didn’t know anyone that loved him that much. Turning, he faced a path, which clearly beckoned him. He began walking.
The magic which had just occurred was called Verdamoriro. If one person was in trouble, and they thought of the spell (It was Non-Verbal), then Their Love would come to the rescue. The spell worked a lot like Felix Felices. It opened ways for the rescuer to get to the one in need, but the battle would be purely the Hero’s. There was no help there. It had caused many witches to purposely become helpless, in order for their true loves to come, back in the Medieval ages. It was believed to have been created by Veronica the Vain.
The mystery of the helpless love was still Bothering Ron, when suddenly, His foot sank into a Hole. His ankle twisted, and a yell escaped his lips. Above his head, he heard a rushing of feathers, and an Owl flew down towards him. Harry would be beyond worried if he was awake. He stood up and viewed his surroundings. (His ankle was fine) A tree with withering branches and yellow leaves caught his eye. Some were big enough for a short message. He couldn’t find anything to write with, but remembered the pen in his pocket. It wouldn’t write well on the Leaf, but it would get the job done. He quickly wrote out a message to Harry, explaining where he was, and gave it to the owl. It merely looked at him. He shoved the note onto the Owls talons, and told it to take the message to “Harry Potter”. This time, the Owl hooted, and flew off. Suddenly, Ron’s Pocked glowed red, and He reached into it and Pulled out his wand. Again, he disappeared.
***
Dolohov picked himself off the ground, and yelled “Avada Kedarva!”. Hermione felt her hair rustle as the spell just missed her. They began to exchange Spells. For every Killing Curse Dolohov Sent, Hermione was likely to respond with a softer curse, such as “Petrificus Totalus” or “Immobulus”. She would not use an Unforgivable Curse. The battle droned on for a while, and the Participants grew tired. Hermione was particularly exhausted. She could barley lift her wand, let alone defend herself. She watched as Dolohov opened his mouth. She waited for the rush of death, and the Green Light. It rushed towards Hermione. Just as it reached her though, it was met by another light, A red one. Ron had appeared.
The green light subsided. Ron looked at Hermione like he had never before. She gave him the same look back. He turned to Dolohov, and Muttered “Crucio”. Dolohov, who had been caught unaware at Ron, Fell. Pain shot through his body. The Crucio curse only worked if the Wizard who uttered it really meant it. Ron really meant it. Hermione was on her feet, though she was still tired. Dolohov was still writing on the ground. She muttered something into Ron’s ear, and the spell stopped. They walked over to the man, and Ron asked, Gruffly, “Was Bellatrix’s Wand a Horcrux?” Dolohov nodded. There was no lying in his eyes. “Are the rest of the Death Eaters gone from Azkaban?” Again, Dolohov Nodded, But Muttered something. All the two friends heard was “Dementors”. Then, the Man died.
Hermione looked as though she might cry. She turned to Ron, and Hugged him. “If you hadn’t come….”
Ron took himself out of the hug. Hermione looked visibly hurt. “A kiss, Means more than A Hug” Ron said Softly. Then, Standing over the corpse of Dolohov, He Kissed her. It wasn’t a Friendly kiss, But a Passionate Kiss. They didn’t release lips for a long time…
Originally posted by jlee17xoxo412
yea that was cute the way you got ron and hermione together. Deadly...but cut..lol
I originally had it planned for a Harry/Hermione ~ Ron/Luna ~ Neville/Ginny...........Kind of a Spur of the moment thing. Thanks for the comments, they help me go.......More this week. 😎
Originally posted by Barker
Deadly? 😂I originally had it planned for a Harry/Hermione ~ Ron/Luna ~ Neville/Ginny...........Kind of a Spur of the moment thing. Thanks for the comments, they help me go.......More this week. 😎
😂 know i'm talking about how hermione almost got killed....lol...but anyway can't wait till you post some more. Keep up the great work 🙂
Originally posted by Black Rob
Good job but you forgot to say where Ron and Hermione are in the first chapter. At the end of HBP they said they would return to Privet Drive together. If you want to revise it you should remember that. Honest mistake though...
Perhaps I should stop Naming the Chapters and Going all Out On The Headers....Took me an hour just to Get the "Chapter, Picture, and Name" Together..But I like doing it. I'll probably start A New Chapter Everytime I post, So no Major Hangovers. My Chapters are A Lot Longer than Most Fics Here too. I'm also Going to try to go to a DarkC type of Update System; Every Friday.
Harry on his bed, his eyes open, fresh from being awoken. A tapping on the window had interrupted his Peaceful Sleep. Again, he heard the tapping. Groaning, he pulled himself up, and Looked around, and Blinked. Ron was not there. Harry’s eyes flew towards the Bedside table, where a wand was missing. Where was Ron? Yielding to his Curiosity, he Got out of Bed. The tapping grew harder, and quicker.
He looked to the window, and his eyes met a Gruff, Brown Owl. Pulling his wand out, he walked to the window. “Alohamora”, He Whispered, (There were spells protecting the house, of course). Without Warning, the Owl Rocketed into the Room. Swearing Loudly, Harry Chased after it. For all it was worth, he could have stood there. The Owl was deceptively fast, and eventually settled in the dark of the closet. Harry Pulled off his shoe. An Idea had Struck him. Slowly, he tip-toed to the Open Door. He had the Shoe and the Wand in his hand. Suddenly, he was holding only the Wand. He heard a thunk, which meant that the Shoe had reached it’s mark. Walking calmly into the Closet, he picked up his freshly Banished Shoe, and Put it in it’s proper Place. The Owl lay unconscious. He apprehensively took the “Letter”. It was only a Leaf. Having Heart, He took the Owl to Hedwig’s Cage. He then turned his thoughts on the Note.
The Leaf, looked (Harry felt stupid for thinking it), Healthy, Fresh. A (Very) short note was scrawled on the bottom, in a Sloppy Cursive way. It Read:
Harry,
Something came up and I had to leave. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
Ron
Harry Frowned. What would be so Important as to the fact that Ron would Leave without even waking him? He climbed back into bed (After Firmly Locking the Window). For the second time that day, he felt the horrible feeling of being left out of something.
***
The Moment would not Pass. They wanted to savor it as long as they could. After the Initial Kiss, they Could not stop themselves as they proceeded to More Raunchy Kisses. They did, however cut it short before any clothes came off.
After breaking apart, Hermione blushed, and looked away. Ron knew she was smiling. They didn’t, however mention the Kiss again, and began talking. Hermione told him about apparating there, and seeing the boat. She didn’t forget the coldness. Then Ron Recounted his adventure, but left some things out. He didn’t tell her about the Verdamoriro spell, especially after what just happened.
The Hermione Began Talking again. “Ron, about what I’m going to do-”
“What’s there to say?“ Ron interrupted, “We’re going back home aren’t we?” She stared at him a minute, before he hastily added “I mean, My House”. His Face Matched his Hair; both were a dark red.
“Well, No” Hermione Answered.
Ron gaped at her. “Why”
“I..I have something to do”
“Like What?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll meet up with you later?” Hermione Said, and she twisted her body. Ron, sensing what was coming, grabbed her arm. They both disappeared in a Flash Of Red.
***
The Muggle Family walked peacefully along the street. The Clean Shops Glistened in the Sunlight, and there was a feeling of Delight in the Air. As they walked, they began to laugh. It led them down the street, and near the opening of an alley. There, the Laughter stopped. Coming out of the Alley, was a feeling of Foreboding. The Muggle Child Was looking the other way. The Father, Stepped in and gasped. He saw, under a pile of trash, a Human Head. Quickly, he gathered the family together and they walk-jogged on. Behind them, the Head Blinked, and it’s body moved from under the Heap. The person, was Draco Malfoy. His face was gaunt, although he had only been on the run for a couple hours. He scarcely remembered apparating to the Leaky Cauldron, and Finding It locked. Gringotts, the Second Place Safe Place in the Wizarding world, was out of reach. Hogwarts, was too far; Draco Did not know how far he could Apparate, and wasn’t about to find out. He then walked for Miles, Until he eventually collapsed into his alley.
He knew he could not stay where he was, so Standing after Standing up, He Apparated into the Dark.
Wouldn't let me put it all down on one post...Wouldn't let me put it all down on one post...
Ron felt the pressure of Apparation subside, and He Opened his Eyes. Hermione had taken them to a Dock. Perhaps it was the one She had Been at Earlier.
“RON!” Hermione Shrieked, “WHY ARE YOU HERE?”
“I’m not going to let you go there alone, Hermoine. It’ll be Dangerous.”
“You don’t know where I’m Going Ron”
Ron Responded by Saying only One Word: “Azkaban.”
Hermione Gulped, and Said “I can handle It By My Self-”
“Just like you handled Dolohov Back There. C’mon Hermione”
The Girl Bit her Lip, but Nodded in Agreement. Ron Grabbed her Hand.
“W-What are you doing?”
“We’re Apparating Right?”
“No. There are these things called Spells Protecting the Place Ron. We get to Ride the Boat there.” A boat appeared at the edge of the dock.
“Oh” Without saying anything, They walked towards it. Their hands never broke Apart.
***
Harry had fallen asleep again. His interest in ordering Kreacher (Whom he had Summoned), to Entertain him, shad vanished long ago. His brow wrinkled. He was not having a Good Dream.
There was a Man, in A Room. All was Dark, Except the Middle. Out of the Shadows, Stepped another Man. His Face was snakelike, and he sported several Scars on his Face. Opposite Him, another man made three. His greasy Hair set him apart from most others. The Snake-Man Spoke First.
“You Displease me Jugson.” He Said.
“Master…..I…..Don’t know what to say” Jugson whispered. He was obviously In trouble. Snape was merely Watching.
“Please, Let Me Help you” Voldemort Replied, His Voice Becoming more Fierce. “Crucio!” Jugson Screamed in Pain, But Voldemort Did not cease the Spell; Indeed, it seemed to be getting stronger. Jugson stumbled for words, eventually Yelling “Moody”. The Spell Ceased. Voldemort Seemed Satisfied. Or was he?
“You have not told me how it happened” He raised his wand menacingly.
“Ok! Ok! This is how it happened. We were securing the Cargo, and Greyback decided to have some fun with some passing Muggles. The Fool did not kill them all. 2 Of them drove off. We had to abandon the Cargo and kill them, or the Ministry would have come-”
“I see you did not prevent that!” Voldemort Spat
“Master I-”
“Continue the Tale”
“Yes Master. We chased the Muggles down, and Killed them, But When we got back to the Cargo, there were Order Members there. They had alerted the Ministry. We had to run for it.”
Voldemort Scoffed. “YOUR BLUNDER HAS COST US THE HELIOPATHS!” Jugson Shrank Back. Snape Seemed to be enjoying himself. “You should have remembered, that I have no need for unloyal Subjects.” Voldemort Raised his wand, but seemed to reconsider. His arm Dropped.
“I will give you one last chance Jugson.”
“Thank You Master” Said Jugson Loudly, but Gratefully.
“You will check on Azkaban, and Report on the Horcrux. The Enemy Knows Not Of them, So Be Careful! If you Fail, You would be best to not come back. Now Go”
Jugson didn’t need telling twice. He was out of the room in the blink of an eye.
Voldemort turned to Snape.
“How is it Coming Sevrus?”
“It is almost Ready Master.” Voldemort Laughed.
Miles away, Harry Woke with a start, and a Familiar Feeling of Shock.
***
Ron and Hermione had been in the Boat For a while, when they saw the Outline of an Island way off to the Right. Grimly, Hermione turned the boat, and it sped up. They said nothing. After A while, they Reached it. The cliffs of Rock towered over them. They made for the Beach, Which was surrounded by yet, more Cliffs. Climbing out, they both gasped. There was a bloody handprint on the wall.
Ron nodded to Hermione, and they made for it. Ron punched himself in the nose. Blood gushed forth from it. A few drops touched the Wall, and It opened. Hermione quickly fixed the Nose. They trudged along in silence. Besides their Footsteps, they heard nothing. It began to grow cold. Ron began to Frown. Then, they heard the voices. They were Coming from somewhere up the Tunnel. They began to panic. A light was coming from up ahead. On their Left, an Opening stood Inviting them In. They quickly went inside it.
“…thanks you for your services. He is most pleased with you.” A shudder filled the Air.
“Yes, He did.” Hermione Figured it was The Dementor’s Voice. The Man and the Dementor were now only Feet from where Ron and Hermione were. Suddenly, they stopped, and The Dementor began sniffing around. He moved towards the Opening. He was only inches away when…..
“C’mon you. I have to go. And you now I can’t leave unless you help me.” Dementor hissed, and backed off.
“Before I forget, What became of the Fake Horcrux?” More Shuddering.
“The one in Her Wand” Said Jugson, sounding annoyed. Again, More Shuddering.
“So the Potter boy thinks he’s Found one then?” Shuddering, then What sounded like laughter. Their voices were becoming more Distant. Hermione Barley Heard the Reaction, A Loud Laugh.
She looked at Ron, Who seemed lost for words. Finally, He said, “Harry, Has made A Grave Mistake.”
Hermione Couldn’t agree more.
(Yes, He did Say Heliopaths 😛)