Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 8

  

   The long dark corridor seemed to be endless.  Willow walked and walked, somehow seeming further from the end the more she moved forward. 

   "Keep walking, Evergreen," the voices hissed.  She keeps walking.

   Chills ran down Willow's spine, cold blood surging through her veins.  Her bones ached from walking for who knows how long.

   Suddenly, a ray of light becomes visible at the end of the tunnel.  Willow speeds up her pace, "Go on, Evergreen."

   Willow makes out a small figure bathing in the light.  It grows and grows the closer she gets.

   "Willow.." The figure speaks.

   She moves faster, eager to know who this person is.

   She stops.  She can see.

   Isabella is standing in front of her, staring right into her soul.  She looks exactly like she did the last day Willow ever saw her.  Hole in her chest and all.

   "Where's my heart, Willow?  Who did this to me?  Who killed me Willow?  I want to come home," tears poured down her ghostly pale face.

   "I don't know, I don't know, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry,"  Willow muttered the words in her sleep, silent teardrops falling down her face.

   Pansy had been watching Willow suffering in her sleep, and had finally had enough.  Although the girls no longer considered themselves friends, it was too late in the year to change roommates, so they were stuck together in a room with Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode.

Pansy stepped out of bed, peering at the clock on the wall. It read 3:12am.

"Willow, wake up," she whispered, shaking Willow lightly. 

   Willow didn't budge.

   Pansy continued calling her name and shaking her until her bright green eyes opened. 

   "Welcome to the world of the living, bitch," Pansy said, then crawled back into her bed, thinking her job was done.

   Willow furiously wiped at her eyes, embarrassed at the fact that Pansy of all people had to snap her out of her nightmare.  She was honestly quite surprised that Pansy hadn't enjoyed watching her suffer and had actually gotten out of bed to wake her.  She didn't have any time to dwell on it before her eyes had fallen shut and soft snores escaped her lips.

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   One week had passed since Willow and Ron's first kiss.  Things had definitely changed between them, greedy looks exchanged in the hallway and short snog sessions in random broom cupboards, but there hadn't been much time to evolve the relationship.

   The sixth year was the year in which students advanced to N.E.W.T. level classes.  Students were initially excited to have more free time, but this extra time was intended to help them study and do homework.  Not only were they studying as though they had exams every day, but the lessons themselves had become more demanding then ever before.  There was no time for anything else.

   In past years, when Willow's life consisted of passing cruel notes, drinking until the crack of dawn and lazy make out sessions on Draco's bed, the taste of cigarettes on their lips, having no time during the day wouldn't have been a bother for Willow as going out at night was much more fun anyway.  That wasn't the case anymore though, Hermione liked to both go to bed and wake up early, taking any free time she had to study. Ron usually joined her, claiming he never understands anything in class and needs Hermione to teach the lesson to him all over again.