Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 2

   Willow is a control freak. She hears it from the kids in class when she pours too much of a certain ingredient into her potion and freaks out. She hears it from Draco when she makes sure he's wearing  a fresh clean shirt and pants for the third time every day. She hears it from Pansy when they're out partying and Willow won't let them stay past exactly 3am. She doesn't deny it anymore. She needs to be in control all the time. She needs to control everything around her, because of the one thing she couldn't control. Isabella.

   The warm breeze hits Willow's face as she roams the huge family garden. It's summer holiday, and she's finally home. The hundreds of colourful flowers are gorgeous under the golden sun. Willow can feel it on her face, toning her skin. After a while of admiring the flowers, she heads inside for a glass of water. She steps into her family's huge mansion, heading for the kitchen. As she's filling her glass with water, the silence hits her. Complete and utter silence. She tries to shrug it off, both of her parents are out, it's only her and her sister at home. Isabella is probably just caught up in a book. She starts to sip at the water, falling into one of the dark green velvet chairs, but she just can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong. She stands up, and puts the glass of water down on a coaster, then makes her way up the long twisty stairs to Isabella's room.

"Isabella?" She calls, knocking on the door of her 17 year old sister's bedroom. No response.

"Iz? I'm coming in," She calls again, louder.

   Willow pushes the door open carefully, padding into the room. She scans it quickly, the large fluffy bed, the grey walls, the white vanity with all of her sister's makeup perfectly set up. She doesn't notice anything at first, but once she walks further in, and the other half of the room comes into view, she sees it. Her sister. Lying lifeless on the floor.

Willow acts fast, running to her sister and falling to her knees.

   "Isabella. Isabella!?" She screams, hot tears pouring down her face. Suddenly, she stops. She stops moving. She stops breathing. Isabella's chest is fully opened. Blood is seeping through her clothes. Willow checks closer, and her stomach lurches. Isabella's heart has been ripped out of her chest.

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     Willow watches as Draco soars across the quidditch pitch on his brand new broom. He's wearing his dark green Slytherin quidditch jersey. It's getting colder every day, reminding the students that winter is coming. Today is the first game of the year. Draco has been training very hard, especially hard since this is his first year as team captain. He didn't even have to ask for Willow to come, as she's already come to every single match since they started dating, and if she didn't come it would result in a terrible fight.

      Willow and Pansy are both dressed for the cold, in big jackets and warm scarves. They walked down to the game with Blaise, while Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were getting ready. Today's game is Slytherin against Gryffindor. Draco hasn't stopped ranting about how he has to beat Potter all week, and honestly, if Willow hears that name one more time she might die. Everyone watches as Draco chases the golden snitch, his eyes were set directly on it, but he loses it when Harry swoops in front of him, knocking his broom out of the way. All of the Slytherins boo, including Willow. The game continues, and Willow quickly loses interest. Pansy and Blaise are deep in conversation, so she slides out, and starts walking down to the Gryffindors.

     Willow doesn't really know what she's looking for as she approaches the cheering Gryffindors, their team seems to have just scored a goal. Flaming red hair catches her eye, and she spots Ron talking to Hermione. His cheeks are pink on his porcelain skin from the cold, his hair blowing majestically in the wind. He's wearing a burgundy hat that has clearly been knit by someone, probably his mother, and his Gryffindor scarf. Hermione looks gorgeous in a slimming black jacket and a white beanie, her curls set perfectly on her shoulders. Willow doesn't realize she's approached them until Ron says hello.