A Life Without
Ron walked straight to his room; he
ignored Harry’s worried stare, and Hermione’s questioning glance. All he cared
about right know was whether his baby sister was okay. He shut the door, and
placed an unbreakable Locking Spell on it. Tears welling in his eyes, as sweat
began to drip down the side of his temples, he paced the room, trying to calm
his nerves. He hoped Harry would fill in Hermione, so she wouldn’t get hurt.
He walked over, and slumped onto the
bed. Ginny hadn’t said one word to him since before she had left to Romania. She wouldn’t even answer
any of his letters. Hermione had said it served him right. And he knew it was
true, he didn’t blame Ginny, after all the horrible things he had said to her.
His hands began to tremble, as he parted the seal with ease.
He missed her. He regretted deeply
what he had said to her out of anger that night. After all, it wasn’t her
fault; she hadn’t deserved for him to lash out at her
like that. All she had been looking for that night was
for her big brother to comfort her, and tell her everything was going to be all
right. That it wasn’t her fault, and that he didn’t hate her. But he couldn’t
give her that, his love for her, and the fact that he almost lost her wouldn’t
allow it. Now all he could hope for was that she would forgive him.
Ron looked down, and tried to read
her letter through his tears that were flowing freely now. The war had caused a
lot of heartache, and pain to his family. This was one of the last pieces he
felt he had to mend before he could move on.
I know you may never forgive me for what I
did, even though your letters say different. I never meant to hurt anyone; I
was just too weak to fight back. No matter how many times I say it, I know it
will never change anything, but I wanted to tell you I’ am sorry. I hope that
someday, you will forgive me.
probably know, I wrote Harry the other day. I don’t know why I did it, or why I
even sent it. It was probably out of pure lunacy. I said nothing about the
final battle; I guess I was just hoping he wouldn’t write, and I‘d know he
hated me. But now I’m scared, he wrote back. He said nothing of the final
battle, nothing to imply that he hates me, only that he misses me, and he
thanks me for saving his life.
How could I
have saved his life, when I ‘am the one who almost took it from him? How could
he miss me? Is he just playing with my mind to get back at me for what I’ve
done? He can’t be, this is Harry I’m talking about,
but... I need to know.
I need to know if he remembers anything, from
the final battle. I need to know if he hates me. Please don’t keep this from
me, no matter what Mum or Charlie may have told you, I can handle it. Write me
back as soon as you can. Please don’t let Harry know. Tell Hermione I said
“Ron...Ron are you all
right?” Hermione’s voice echoed from the hall, as she tapped lightly on the
door. Ron sat there for a moment, letting out a labored breath. Charlie had
written the family over the summer, informing them that Ginny wasn’t getting
better, and still didn’t want to sleep at night.
She was having such horrible
nightmares that her health was fading and he wasn‘t sure if they should admit
her to St. Mungo’s. It had taken Charlie weeks before
he had finally gotten her to eat something; only by threatening her that he
would owl Bill, to help him take her to the hospital.
Mum had sent her many letters and photos, but
it wasn’t until she had sent the last photo of Harry, Ron, and Hermione
standing in front of their new home waving happily that Charlie had said he had
seen a real improvement in Ginny.
He said she had sat there for hours,
in her tent, crying and rubbing her finger softly over Harry’s smiling face. Repeating that he was okay. He said after that, she had
begun to act as if nothing had happened. She would go out with him on rides to
exercise the dragons, smiling all the way.
The day the letter had arrived, Mrs.
Weasley had handed it to Ron, as she slumped into the sofa, crying into her
hands. Ron had read Charlie’s letter out loud, with Fred and George standing
over his shoulders.
When he had reached the part about
her crying because Harry was okay, their Mum had warned them all that under no
circumstance were either of them to write, and tell her that Harry had lost his
memory of the final battle. She didn’t want Ginny to go into relapse.
Dumbledore had told them the same about Harry; he wanted him to remember on his
own. Frustrated, angry, yet a little relieved, they had all agreed.
“Come in,” Ron said, as he waved his
wand at the door. Hermione was standing there, with a dishtowel still in her
hand. She had taken to doing many of the household chores the Muggle way. She said it reminded her of home. She looked
worried, as she stood in the doorway, locks of
hair falling into her face, as she made her way over to stand in front of him.
Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, and laid his head on her stomach. He
needed her comfort.
“Is everything all right?” she softly asked, running her hand gently through his
“I have to lie to her; I have to
tell her everything is fine with Harry,” Ron said, pulling away, waving his
wand towards the door. He fell back on their bed, as the door shut with a bang.
“He will be fine, so you’re not
really lying,” Hermione said, sounding unsure, as she sat down next to him. She
looked down at the wet dishtowel in her hand; they had talked about Harry’s
memory many times. Always coming to the conclusion that in
the end, he would be okay.
“I know he will be, but Ginny
doesn’t know he can’t remember,” Ron said, standing, and walking towards the
window, leading into Hermione‘s garden, “Now they’re writing each other, and
she wants to know why he’s acting like nothing has happened. He told her he
misses her. And I really doubt they’re going to be just friends for much
longer; they care about each other. I can see it in Harry and we all know Ginny
still loves him. If I lie to her, and something happens... I just want them
both to be happy,” Ron said, punching the wall.
“Why don’t you let Ginny decide what
to do? Tell her the truth, she’s written me many times, and all she wants from
any of you is for you to stop treating her like she’s a bomb that’s about to go
off. She’s accepted what has happened, she just wants forgiveness so she can
move on with her life. Let her decide whether she wants to let Harry remember
on his own, or if she wants to remind him,” Hermione said, as she walked up, and
hugged him from behind, “Believe me. If you don’t tell her now, she’ll never
get over this, if he‘s torn from her again.”
Ron turned, and faced Hermione,
sighing as he rested his forehead on hers; “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Hermione said, blushing,
as Ron leaned in to kiss her.
“Hey Harry...” Ron called, as he
walked up to his door. It was open only enough for him to see Harry laying flat
on his bed, reading Ginny’s letter. He stood there for a moment, thinking of
how happy Harry and Ginny would be if everything worked out. Harry could be so
happy, like he was with Hermione. A wicked smile crossed Ron’s face, as he
silently walked in, and over to Harry’s bed. He was so absorbed in the letter,
he didn’t even notice.
“Good letter huh?” Ron said, rather
loudly. Harry jumped so high; he toppled off the other side of his bed. Ron
keeled over laughing. His face turning as bright red as his hair, as he held
his stomach, pointing at Harry, as he poked
his head up from the side of the bed. His glasses were askew, and his hair was
even more mussed up then usual.
“Very funny,” Harry said, trying to
sound annoyed. He waved his wand in Ron’s direction, causing his hair,
including his eyebrows, to turn purple.
“I was just wondering,” Ron said,
after a moment of gaining his composure, “if you want to go flying with me.”
that sounds great,” Harry said, quickly stuffing Ginny’s letter into his
dresser. He was a lot happier than Ron had seen him in a very long time.
“Okay, I’ll meet you in five, on the
glen.” Ron said, still smiling, as he got up and walked over to Harry’s mirror.
He chuckled at the sight of himself, waved his wand over his hair, and turned
it back to normal.
“Ron, Harry!” Hermione called, from
Ron walked out first, closely
followed by Harry. Harry pushed him jokingly into the wall, before taking off
towards the room where Hermione’s voice had came from. As they got to the door,
Ron quickly cast a tripping jinx, causing Harry to tumble into the room,
“Professor Dumbledore,” Harry said,
quickly gaining his composure and straightening up, “ Is everything okay?”
Ron stood in the doorway, his
expression stone cold. The last time Dumbledore had showed up unannounced was
to tell them that Ginny had been taken on her way to Hogsmead, during Christmas
holiday. Colin had been knocked unconscious, and was now being watched, day and
night by Madam Pomfrey. Harry and Ron had gone with Hermione over the holidays,
to a safe house where Dumbledore had placed her parents. They had all gone into
immediate shock. Harry had kept murmuring to himself, ‘Not again, not again,’ as he paced the room, nearly ripping his
hair from his head.
“Oh yes, everything is perfect,” Dumbledore said, smiling as he waved
them over to take a seat, “ I know this is short notice, but I would like to
invite you all to a ceremony this weekend. It is being held at Hogwarts, in
honor of those we lost during the war. Many alumni will be returning, and
spending the entire weekend.”
Hermione and Ron turned to face
Harry. Ron couldn‘t make out his expression, as Harry leaned forward in his
“So, what do you think Harry?”
Hermione asked, in a hopeful tone. Harry looked as though he were contemplating
his options. Ron knew exactly why, to see Ginny or not to see Ginny, that is
the question. Ron smirked, already knowing the answer, before Harry gave it.
“That sounds great! We’ll be there.”
Harry said, smiling as he stood, and held out his hand to Dumbledore. Hermione
and Ron beamed with excitement.
to everyone who has reviewed, chapter four should be posted soon. Great thanks
always to my beta Lallybroch.