Did I Use Too Much Magic?

Chapter 11

Ron's POV

I couldn't believe it. The anger that I was feeling boiled and boiled inside of me threatening to explode. What was his right to tell people about me and Hermione? Where was his logic? Had he told anyone else?

I looked around the room trying to find something that I could smash, something I could break. I ran across the room and grabbed a vase throwing it to the floor. I kicked the coffee table in the corner of the room making one of the legs fall off. The pain in my toe felt like adrenaline. I just wanted to continue breaking things, getting my anger out of my body. What had I gotten myself in to?

I turned towards the sofa to grab a cushion to tear it apart when I saw Hermione. Her face was white and tear tracks glistened on her face. A new emotion coursed through me. Guilt.

I then looked at my hands, they were covered in blood and shards of glass were stuck in them. I had ragged breathing and I felt sick at myself.

The next thing I knew I felt arms being thrown around me, and I knew it was my mother, the one person I could always rely upon to make my life back to normal, to bring me back to sanity and reality.

"There there," she said, rubbing my back. I could hear my dad wandering the room and putting the room back together, it turns out I'd done more damage than I thought.

I couldn't take it. I started to collapse to the floor. My mum caught me before I hit the ground and pulled me to a chair where she sat me on her knee and she pulled me in to her. I cried, my feelings filling the house, wanting to explode the walls, wanting everyone to understand my emotions and pain. It now wasn't just anger at Harry, it was more than that. I was losing my mind. The nerves. The guilt. People just wouldn't understand. Not even Hermione.

I felt a shadow come across me and I looked up to see Ginny wearing a grim expression and holding some bottles of liquid out towards mum.

"Thanks Ginny dear," mum took the bottles and started cleaning out the wounds on my hands. Taking out the glass and repairing the skin.

"What are we going to do with you? You're going to make my first aid kit run out at this rate," she joked with me grinning. I sent a weak smile in her direction, "I think you should go up to bed and get some rest. Bill! Take Ron upstairs please,"

As I left the room I couldn't look at Hermione. I didn't know whether my emotions would hold up long enough.

Molly's POV

As my youngest son left the room with my eldest son I just didn't know what to think. I knew he was feeling a huge amount of pain. He's been trying to be brave for so long but he's realised that he can't always be the brave one, he has to let it out sometimes - it's only human.

I then looked across the room at my only daughter comforting Hermione, who looked so small for having another life inside of her.

I decided I needed some time by myself so I choked out, "Hermione, Harry will be arriving in the morning, Dumbledore's going to bring him, okay?"

Hermione looked scared. I gave her a puzzled look and she said, "Mrs Weasley, I don't know whether Ron will be okay with that,"

"Well, I welcome him here, and you do, and I'm sure Ginny does, so Ron will just have to deal with it. He has to become the bigger man in this situation," I responded.

Before anyone else could say anything I quickly exited not just the sitting room but the house, where I let my emotions out, a little quieter and less violent than Ron had.

*The next day*

Ron's POV

I went downstairs with Hermione at my side. She had come to see me yesterday evening and we pretended like yesterday's little episode never even happened. I liked it that way, it was like it was back to normal.