Strange Connection (A Ron Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 15 - The Diary

I made it to the common room with minor difficulty. The portrait of the Fat Lady didn't even request a password, which is good because I was in no condition to supply one, with my sore throat, my tears causing red streaks down my face, and my head spinning.

She simply said,
"Oh you poor thing!"

I stepped blindly into the common room, bumping into a few people as I made my way toward the staircase.

"Brooke?!" I heard Hermione's voice, which I ignored and ran up the stairs, burying my face in my hands. I made my way up the stairs, tripping on the last step, falling onto the ground, hard, tasting the familiar taste of blood.

My head was spinning, I still couldn't bring myself to believe what happened.

What is going to happen.
I picked myself up off the ground and stumbled toward the door to my dorm, opened it, and collapsed on one of the four neatly made beds. "Who are you?" I heard a voice penetrate my quite, but still audible, sobs. I had heard the voice before, but only briefly. I looked up to see person sitting, crisscross style, on a bed opposite me, twisting some kind of snake looking thing in and out of her fingers. She was a very beautiful girl, with big brown eyes, bright red hair. Very similar to someone else I knew, some one else who might be tortured to death because of me! Me.
New tears began to stream down my face. The girl, I knew her name was Ginny, looked at me, taken aback.

"Blimey, was it something I said?" She said aside to herself, but it wasn't that hard to hear. I wiped off my nose while sniffling loudly.

"I-i'm s-sorry." I whimpered, "My name is Brooke." I said, stronger.

"Brooke Riverstean?" She questioned.

"Yes, you have heard of me?"

"Yeah, in passing from my brother's," She chuckled and I tried, but it got caught in my throat.
The laugh was just like Ron's.

Oh my god, he isn't even prepared.
He doesn't deserve this.
If I hadn't gone into that shop, if I had never met him, if I had never come here, if I had never existed...
My thoughts got darker and I glanced toward the floor, forgetting there was somebody else in the room with me.

"I'm sorry, but what's wrong?" I met her eyes and said,

"I ca-can't tell you." I stammered.

"Look, I now we just met, but-"

"No, its not that," I cut in, "I just can't tell you. I made a, sort of, promise."

"Okay..." I sat up straight on the edge of my bed, and she did also, putting the thing she was holding down.

"Are you Ginny?"

"Ginny Weasley." She nodded, and we shook hands.

"How did you know?" She asked.

"Lucky guess?" I shrugged.

"It was the hair, wasn't it?"

"And the laugh." I said, accidently. She cocked her head, smiling. Then said,

"I hate my hair... it's such a label..."

"I think your hair is beautiful! I've always been envious of red heads... my mousey brown hair isn't exactly exciting.."

"No, I really like your hair, it's pretty!"

I smiled and looked down, "You're all so kind... even the twins are kind..."

Ginny blushed and looked up at me, "They all like you, ya know... I don't blame them..."

"Who all...?"

"My brothers," Her eyes met mine.

I blinked blankly at her. I hadn't even thought about her other brothers, no one else was even on my radar after Ollivanders... I thought back on one of them pulling me through the Platform 9 3/4 wall. His hand gently wrapped around my wrist and his other arm around my waist to guide me through. I hadn't thought anything of his playful smile at the time... Thoughts of their goofy nature and kind smiles started to plague my mind... but I had to shake it off... I was meant for Ron, right?

"I hadn't even thought about it..." I cut myself off because she rolled her eyes bashfully, "This must be weird for you, talking about your brothers like this."

"A little, but it is good for you to talk about it, I suppose. Especially if it is what's got you troubled. I know it's caused some fights already amoungst them," Her eyes opened wide as if she was shocked.

"What?" I commented as she stood up and began riffling through her dresser drawers.

"I just remembered something," She pulled a small black book out of a drawer and handed it to me, "Here, I have no use for it." I took it in my hands and examined it. The only design on it was a dark shimmery purple swirled on the front. I opened it up and flipped through the pages with my thumb. It was filled with unused lined parchment, treated with a shimmering silver.

"What is it?" I asked, looking up at Ginny.

"It's a enchanted diary. Put any quill onto the parchment and say whatever you want. The words will end up on the parchment." I looked down at the book, then handed it back to her,

"Thank you, but diaries aren't really my thing,"

"Just try it," She said, pushing it back towards me, and she got up and walked out of the dorm.

I took a quill out of my bag, uneasily, and placed it on the parchment of the first page in the diary. "Umm," I started, and the quill wrote 'Umm' on the parchment, "No, not that!" It copied this as well. I sighed and began on a new page:
"Hmm, I have never wrote in a diary, or talked to one in this case. But I guess now is as good a time as any to start, maybe I'll get my thoughts in order and come up with a gameplan. I've heard that you are supposed to spill your heart out to these, so here it goes... I guess I should start at the beginning," The words sprawled themselves across the parchment in my hand writing. I guess I will call that page an intro. I flipped to the next page and began.

"Dear diary,

        I met this person in Olivander's about a week ago. His name is Ron Weasley. He has bright red hair and shimmering blue eyes. He is the nicest guy I have ever met. He knows my secret, and he accepts it, he accepts me. But he isn't just 'some dude I met'. We have twin wands. 14" Willow, unicorn hair. The hair is even from the same unicorn's mane! We got to talk more on the train. The train is also where I made my first enemy. At this school, that is. His name is Draco Malfoy. He knows my secret, too. Raya told him, but it wasn't her fault! Draco used Truth Serum on her. He, now wants me to met him in the Forbidden Forest at sundown in two Saturdays from this one. Two weeks! Of course, I declined his 'offer', but then he-"  I began choking on my words, "he threatened Ron's life."

Saying it out loud made it more real than ever. I decided to stop. I picked up the quill and closed the book, setting it on my dresser and stowing the quill away in my bag. I looked down at the book, wondering if I should use a spell to lock it or not. I quickly made the decision just to bury it in my trunk, Hermione or Ginny wouldn't go through my stuff. I shoved my wand in my back pocket and walked toward the door, opened it, and ran down the staircase into the Common Room.

I was shocked to see that it was still and dead. I wouldn't be surprised if a tumble weed rolled by.

Where is everyone?