Stronger for You

Chp. 30 Speechless

Yet another apologetic Author's Note: Yes, yes I know. I'm terrible and awful and many other words. I lost my passion for the stories I've been doing and I'm not sure how to gain them back but, now that it's summer and my job search is bearing no fruit, I'm determined to making my unfinished stories my projects! Expect more updates sooner, hopefully. I love you guys that have stuck with it despite these horrible hiatuses and commenting with sweet threats to get my sorry butt in motion. I hope you guys like this, though it's honestly been more than half a year since I've written this and edited it, so I'm not too sure what it's about... Enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty

“The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.” – Mencius

Icy snow welcomed us up to our calves as we landed. I let Ron haul me to my feet before looking around. I let out a low whistle while taking out my wand and spreading a warming spell around us to keep out most of the chill.

“Thanks. Where do you think we are?” Ron asks, hands on his hips. I make a small noise of disbelief.

“Don’t you know?” I demand. He shakes his head with a smile and holds up the Deluminator.

“I heard Hermione saying my name and then a ball of light came out of this and floated into my chest. I knew I had to leave and I didn’t want to go alone so I grabbed you and here we are.” He explains. I stare at him before letting out a groan and leaning against one of the white trees.

“Where would Harry and Hermione set up camp?” I ask. He scratches his head, thinking deeply.

“By water or in a clear area. Not a lot of trees.” He decides. I look around through the thick snow. Nothing was visible past six feet.

“You are horrible, Ronald Weasley.” I tell him. He nods happily once again and holds out his hand.

“Thanks. Come on, let’s start looking.”

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“I wheeze hate wheeze you.” I gasp out at least eighteen hours later. Little-son-of-a-word-I-shouldn’t-say had led me around the forest for six hours before giving up and using the Deluminator again. It had transported us to another forest, this one with even more snow. (Yay!)

So far, we had been traversing for several hours and had covered quite a few miles. I’m pretty sure we had been traveling in circles though. Ron was horrible with directions.

“They’re near. I can feel it.” He mutters, his right hand holding the stupid device over his heart. I reach forward and catch his hand, making him turn to face me. I look as serious as I can despite my exhaustion, recognizing his look of determination.

“I’m sorry Ron, but I cannot go any further.” I rasp out. Those few minutes that I had been stuck outside with Fred had brought me back to the brink of my sickness. Eighteen hours? I could feel it absorbing every ligament and cell of my body. Already, I could barely breathe and the cold wasn’t as biting as my fever was taking over.

“You’re the most resilient person I know.” He denies. I shake my head, stopping as that stirs a horrific migraine.

“Only a week ago, I was close to death from a sickness. If I keep going, I will die.” I tell him bluntly. His determination abruptly melts into fear. He looks around quickly, turning every which way before moving to a rather tight clump of trees and clearing the snow from the center of them. I watch him work, leaning against the nearest tree and wiping the sweat from my face as I try to catch my breath without wheezing. Every ounce of my body was voting for a nice, soft bed and some milk.