Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 17

   Willow inhaled slowly from her blunt, staring up at the bright stars in the dark sky.  The cool grass felt amazing against her skin.  Blaise lay next to her smoking his own spliff.  Ron and Hermione had been with them, but they'd left a while ago.  Blaise and Willow hadn't spoken for a while, bathing in each other's silence.  It was comfortable.

   "You know, I can still feel it," Blaise said, breaking the string of silence between them.

   "What?" Willow asked softly, eyes still settled on the sky.

   "The emptiness I felt when Luna's heart stopped beating.  It was like a part of me had been ripped out, never to come back again.  I thought maybe it would pass, but I don't think it ever will.  Living without that part of me is the hardest thing I've ever done," Blaise said, voice falling to a whisper at the end.

   "I just can't imagine it.  I'm terrified every night that whoever did that to Luna will do it to Ron, and I'll have to lose the better part of me.  He makes me feel whole," Willow said.

   "I don't know how to let go, Willow," Blaise whispered.

   Willow turned to look at him, putting her spliff out beside her.  She took a deep breath before speaking.

   "When I lost Isabella, I didn't know what to do, or how to act.  I felt like I was carrying a boulder on my back, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't rid myself of it.  I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I just wanted my sister.  One day though, I did fall asleep.  And she came to me in a dream.  The first thing I noticed was how happy she looked.  She looked so, so happy.  She hugged me, and she told me that everything was going to be okay.  She gave me a bouquet of white roses, my favourite flower.  Then I woke up.  When I woke up, the boulder was gone.  And when I went outside, I found a single white rose on the ground.  Ever since, I've felt okay.  Isabella is happy, I just know it.  And I believe that if I could see Luna right now, she would be wearing the same genuine smile that Isabella was wearing in my dream," Willow told Blaise, him listening closely the whole time.

   A silver tear fell down Blaise's face, and he quickly wiped it away.

   "I think I'm ready to say goodbye," he said, nodding firmly.

   He closed his eyes and let himself feel the moonlight.  A look of pure peace came over his face, and Willow knew that he had finally let go.

   He finally opened his eyes.

   "You always said you loved the stars, in fact, I grew to love them too.  It's funny how they seem to shine a little brighter now that you've joined them," he said with a final smile. 

   The shooting star that came a few minutes later proved that Luna was smiling right back at him.

* * *

   "Don't move," Ron said, holding his hands out steady.

   "I won't, I won't," Willow said, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

   Willow was sitting at the top of a hill, Ron had placed a blue flower in her curly black hair.

   "Say 'Ron's the best'" Ron exclaimed, camera in front of his face, finger on the button.

   "Ron's the best!" Willow yelled much to Ron's surprise, a big smile spread on her face.

   Ron pulled the dark picture out of the camera, then pulled Willow inside so they could let it develop.

   He tossed his camera on a nearby chair and picked Willow up, swinging her around in a circle before letting her wrap her legs around his waist.  She pressed her forehead against his, a smile taking over both of their faces.

   "Wanker."

   "Asshole."

   Willow held Ron's face in her hands as she leaned in to press her lips against his. 

   "I swear I see fireworks every time I kiss you," she said.

   Ron burst into the chorus of firework by Katy Perry.

   "You're such a loser," Willow said, but she kissed him again nevertheless.

* * *

  "Willow Evergreen?" Professor Mcgonagall peeked her head into the potions class room.

   Willow looked at her friends questionably, then gor up to meet Mcgonagall.

   "Yes, professor?"

   "I've just been informed that your parents are here to pick you up.  They would like to take you home due to an urgent matter.  Please go pack your bags and come down as soon as possible," Profesoor Mcgonagall said.

   A million thoughts raced through Willow's head.  What could her parents need her for?  The school year was almost over. 

   "Um, alright, I'll be down soon," Willow said, nodding.  She rushed upstairs to pack her bags, eager to know what was going on.

   As soon as everything was packed, Willow went on to meet her parents.  She felt a moment of regret for not saying goodbye to her friends, but she would probably be back in only a few days, anyway.

   "Hi, darling," Willow's mother said, leaning in to give her daughter a hug.

   "Hello, love," Willow's father greeted her. 

   "Hi guys, what's going on?" Willow asked.

   "There's some news with Isabella's case."