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Post by ronweasley on Jan 30, 2011 23:58:54 GMT -5
Ron woke up this morning, bamboozled by the shock he had when he found out that Sirius and Harry's father were still going to school. When he had awoke he encountered these people, who were supposed to be dead. Wait- could he be dead and only dead people go here? He had been panicking about this. The damn rat must have done this to him, Pettigrew. But everything didn't add up, he was sure he spotted Bellatrix, but who knows she could be dead as well, which Ron would be ok with. No... He couldn't be dead, after all he had dine, all he would leave behind.
As he walked through the Halls, he realized it must be the past, all the Daily Prophets, all the students... No it's a dream, Ron kept telling himself. It had to be. There were no more time turners and he was NOT dead. He would refuse to believe that.
He hadn't found Harry or Hermione or anyone else he knew. He was convinced he was still asleep, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that it was real, so he finally accepted that it was, or at least tried to convince himself it was.
Earlier he had written a letter to his parents, and walked to the Owlery was tempted to send it. He knew he couldn't. Who would believe him? If he just went up to his parents and said 'Hi! I'm your son, but you haven't had me yet.', no one would believe him, they'd probably laugh and go away, or knowing his parents take him in and raise him, not believing it, but thinking that Ron was a homeless boy. His parents would probably do that, or send him to St Mungo's because he would be, inn their minds, deranged.
He walked up to the Owlery, unsure what to do with his letter. Looking at a small owl, reminding him of Pig back home, made him feel a bit home sick. This was a horrible dream or what ever it was. The crumpled up the letter, deciding he wasn't going to send it, but he wasn't sure that he ever was. He pet one of the owls, the one that looked a lot like Pig, and he sat down with the owl by his side.
As he stroked the bird, he remembered Harry, Hermione, and all the memories they shared. If this was indeed real he might not ever see them again. On the other hand he could meet a lot of people like Harry's parents. But he still tried to convince himself that this wasn't real and just a dream. He expected to be shaken awake by Harry any second now, saying that he was going to be late for Potions class or something.
Slowly Ron turned his head towards the crumpled letter, once more tempted to send it. Slowly he reached for it and held it in his hands, not sure anymore if he wasn't going to send it. He uncrumpled the letter, and looked at it wrinkled and all. He had signed his name at the bottom, but he was looking at the picture of him and his parents he had placed with it, when they had visited Egypt. He always kept the picture with him, but knew it might help make his parents believe. He wasn't sure, but he continued to stroke the school's owl and looked down at the wrinkled letter.
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Post by ginny on Jan 31, 2011 19:22:05 GMT -5
Maddening.
Sure.
Hysterical.
A little.
Completely bonkers
Absolutely.
Nothing was making sense and the more she saw with her own blue eyes, the more she was convinced she had gone mad. People she knew either dead or alive roamed around the halls like it was nothing. Her eyes would widen and many of the current students would stare at her very condescendingly, she didn't care honestly. The simple bewilderment was enough to keep her mind busy with nonsense. Eager to know if she could find any of her friends she trailed down the entire school. From classroom to hallway, down to the main hall no sign, she was starting to get distressed, hoping at this point that she was just in some bizarre dream. The last of all places was the Owlery, not like many students really ever stopped there but had no bloody hell where else to look. Making her way up the stairs she heard a bit of noise inside, she wasn't sure yet, realizing it might have just been another one of the estranged students she knew little off, until she managed to enter and see the crimson head just ahead. At first she was wary, names of people like her parents were floating around like nothing and she feared she had bumped with one of them, but the movements, and strange demeanor didn't really match up.
As she approached the boy, she peered over his shoulder to see it was a crumpled letter in his hands, with a sloppy signature of Ron at the bottom. A quick glimpse at an old photo of theirs and she wanted to just tackle the boy down, she realized quickly it was Ronald. "Ron!..." she exclaimed as she without hesitation just snapped her slinky like arms around his body. The boy still had his back to her but she didn't care, she was sure who this boy was and she couldn't have ever felt more relieved and happy at the same time to see him.
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Post by ronweasley on Jan 31, 2011 20:51:49 GMT -5
Lost in thought Ron hadn't noticed Ginny walk in. He just stared at the letter he had wrote, smiling as he read a few things he had added, them being his memories. About the teddy bear when he was only about 5 or so, about Bill and the rest of his family, who all seemed to be graduated and a lot younger. If it was the year he thought it was, judging from the way Sirius and others looked, Bill would have been about 7 or 8 around this time. His family had a life and if he messed it up by sending this, well he might not even be born.
Suddenly a familar voice sounded through the Owlery from nearby. "Ron!". Quickly he whipped his head around to where he could see who said his name. He knew it probably wasn't one of these people from his past, since none of them knew him, but he knew them.
"Ginny! Do you know what in the world is going on here? I-I am not dreaming right? I don't want to be having a casual talk with you and some sort of spider pops out of no where," Ron said making out the face of his sister. It may have been only a few hours since he saw her last, but it felt like a life time ago. He quickly stood up, startling the bird a little bit at his abruptness. He quickly crumpled the letter in his fist, hoping she hadn't seen it. She would be the most upset if somehow he altered history because of his idiocy. He didn't trust himself in this time, dream or what ever it was.
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Post by ginny on Jan 31, 2011 22:16:30 GMT -5
"Ginny! Do you know what in the world is going on here? I-I am not dreaming right? I don't want to be having a casual talk with you and some sort of spider pops out of no where,"
Hey eyes just strayed straight up to Ron as a smile poured over her features. Sure it wasn't long ago since she last say her older brother but the fact that it was the only face she recognized was just about as historical as the fact that she seemed lost in a time she didn't belong. "I wouldn't mind seeing a spider to be quite honest... this does all seem surreal" she continued as she let go of her brother and made a few steps back as she heard some paper crumpling.
"What is that?... " she concentrated as she saw his hand move to one side, pretty sure he was trying to avert the question too but details like those hardly ever passed by Ginny. She knew her brothers fairly well enough to know their quirks and habits. "is that a letter?... Who were you planning to write at this point? If you don't even know what going on, what makes you think I have absolutely any idea, to be honest you're the very first person I even recognized. Let alone the people we thought were dead. " she replied earnestly. She didn't know if Ron was going to just ignore her, but it would have been wise of him to let her in on his little secrets now, things were really odd and seeing how they both were lost as to what was going on, it wasn't the right time to play liar.
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