Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 14

The long, dark corridor seemed to be endless. Willow walked and walked, legs heavy.

"Just a few more steps, Willow," the voices whispered.

Chills surged through Willow's body, her mind was hazy. She dragged her sore feet along the floor, growing exhausted. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead onto her neck.

She could see a shadow in the distance, growing bigger with every step she took.

"Hello, Willow," The figure said. Willow could see who it was now, it was Isabella. She stopped walking.

"What do you want from me?" Willow asked, tired of getting this same nightmare over and over again.

"I want to know who did this to me, Willow," Isabella said, her hard stare burning through her younger sister.

"I don't know. I just don't know who did it, I'm sorry," Willow sobbed. She was so tired.

Then Willow noticed something. There was another person behind Isabella. The person seemed to have noticed that Willow was staring at them, and they started to approach her. It was Luna.

"Luna," Willow breathed. She had missed her friend so much. Seeing the blonde in front of her felt surreal.

"Who killed me, Willow?" Luna said, voice sad and empty.

Willow felt tears come to her eyes. She started to scream, but nothing came out. She shrieked, her throat tearing apart, but still silence.

Luna's soft whispers were the last things she heard before waking up.

"I was too young. Too young to die."

These dreams had to mean something, and Willow had a feeling she knew what it was. The deaths of Isabella and Luna were her fault.

* * *

"Today, we acknowledge a great loss. Three days ago, Luna Lovegood was murdered. She was a kind soul loved by many, and she was only 16 years old. We still don't know who the cause of this brutal death was, but we are working very hard to find out. We don't want anyone to feel unsafe at this school, and we will get to the bottom of it. No more innocent children will be murdered here at Hogwarts," Dumbledore's voice boomed through the great hall.

Willow was sitting next to Blaise. His face remained hard, but she knew that he was holding back tears just as she was. He had become an entirely different person in these last three days. After losing Luna, it was like a part of him had disappeared. A piece of his soul ripped out and thrown away, never to be found again.

"Luna was a friend to all. She was always there for everyone, ready to take on a new challenge every day," the headmaster continued.

Blaise began to tremble. There was no more sadness on his face, only anger. Willow felt a brief moment of confusion before Blaise got up and stormed over to the podium.

"You didn't even know her! You're talking a shit load of bogus, acting as if you even cared. If you really cared, Luna would still be here today," Blaise screamed, right in Dumbledore's face.

"Now, Mr. Zabini. Please stay calm-"

"I'm not going to stay fucking calm! My girlfriend was murdered. You could have stopped it, you could have! But you just let it happen and didn't bat an eye," Blaise spat. His face reflected pure fury.

Willow got up, rushing to pull Blaise back to his seat. It wasn't the time or place for this, he would regret it later.

"Come on, Blaise. Let's go sit down," Willow whispered, tugging him back lightly. He broke free instantly.

"Get off of me."

Willow shook her head, but went back. She didn't want to mess with him while he was in an intense mood like this

"Blaise, I don't know what you're talking about. There was nothing I could do for dear Luna," Dumbledore spoke, keeping a calm complexion.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me. We both know that it happened right outside of school grounds. It took over ten minutes for any medical attention to get to her. You could have stopped it," tears were beginning to escape Blaise's eyes, but he kept his strong composure.

"Come with me, Mr. Zabini," Professor Mcgonagall had appeared during the commotion.

"No! No. No. She's dead, professor. She's gone. She's really gone." A look of defeat overcame Blaise, and he crumbled to the floor. He put his head in his hands and sobbed. He sobbed so hard his head throbbed. His body shook. Students from every table just sat and watched. Normally, this would be embarrassing. People would laugh and whisper, but today no one was laughing. A few people put their heads down and cried with him. Eventually a certain calm came over the great hall.

"How do I look?" Luna said, smiling. The warm afternoon sun glowed against her porcelain skin. She had decorated her long blonde hair with small blue flowers that her, Willow and Hermione had been picking. She looked beautiful.

"You look like a fairy," Hermione said honestly. She was sitting on a rock, braiding flowers into her own wavy brown locks. Willow nodded her head in agreement. She was lying down on the cool grass, admiring the fluffy clouds above.

"You really do. Add some wings and you'd be giving away fairy dust," Willow added.

"Maybe I should start now. You never know when your wings'll start growing," Luna said, laughing. She got up and began to run through the field, flapping her arms around like a crazy person. It wasn't long before Willow and Hermione had joined her, and the three girls were sprinting through the field, feeling as if they really were flying.

Luna didn't see the little root stuck in the ground in front of her, and she tripped, falling onto the soft grass. Willow and Hermione who had been right behind her didn't have time to stop, and came tumbling behind her.

The girls rolled across the flowers, getting colourful petals caught in their hair. They felt like they were floating.

Eventually, they did stop, and were left piled on top of each other, covered in flowers and grass.

The whole school could hear their laughter.