Ron kept throwing vicious Fanged Frisbees at my feet and yelled in anger whenever I managed to jump over it. I was crying, begging him to stop and see sense. I'd help him with the Charms homework- what made him think I wouldn't? But he didn't relent- his eyes were raging fire. 'Ron please! Why are you doing this? Do you hate me??' He smiled a crooked smile and said, 'Yes.'
'Nooo!!' I yelled in dismay, dodging the Frisbees he threw. Suddenly someone held a knife to my neck. 'Tell your parents to back off or there'll be hell to pay.'
'Who are you??' I yelled, trying to crane my neck and have a look at my tormentor. He jabbed his wand at my forehead. 'Crucio!'
'Aaahhhh..'
'Y/N? Y/N, are you alright???' A helping, kind voice resonated in my head, unlike the other voices I'd been hearing till now. A fuzzy image came into view- that of a girl with bushy hair. Hermione. I sighed in relief.
'Bad dream..' I said, taking the glass of water from her hand. Muttering a thanks, I gulped down the water and laid back as Hermione still looked at me quizzically. 'You reminded me of Harry, you know.'
I smiled feebly and tried to sleep again. My nights at Hogwarts were increasingly tormented by bad thoughts. This would have to stop. When? I didn't really know.
The next day, in Potions class, I messed up a potion I knew very well. It had turned a deep green when it should have been turquoise. I was close to tears by the end of my disastrous endeavour and rushed out of class after keeping my flagon on Slughorn's desk. Ron came after me, threw the bag from his shoulders and hugged me then and there. I sobbed and hiccoughed into his shoulder and he held me steadily, patting my head. 'You know what, Y/N? You've got an O in Potions. Nothing to worry about now. Just take a deep breath and let it all go. Everything's going to be alright. Just stop worrying, okay?'
I looked at him, asking for confirmation- just like I had 3 years back. He smiled slightly and wiped my tears off; I noticed his eyes had welled up. We walked to Charms class, holding up each other- I knew that simple act gave us a lot of courage. Courage to go ahead and face our destiny. I was glad I had someone like Ron beside me- He didn't know he helped me keep my hopes up. I berated myself for last night's dream. I was going to dream better- wasn't it told that dreams are the vehicles to the future?
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It hurts when you're gone (Ron Weasley Fanfic)
FanfictionShe's funny. She's brave. She's loyal. She's sentimental but doesn't get hurt too easily. She loves being loved. Especially by the boy of her dreams, Ron. Sometimes things work out like they do in her dreams, but often there are nightmares too. But...
