Debut [Dated to Jan 5th]

Jan 05, 2011 23:42

"I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All that you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible..."He was chilled to the bone, hair still wet from the pond and plastered to his forehead, still dripping in his face from where it hadn't had a chance to properly dry yet. He'd started shaking without ( Read more... )

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seek_to_end January 6 2011, 05:18:23 UTC
It was still snowing. Everyone said the snow would fade away, and soon, but Harry liked it just as it was. His and Hermione's hut was cozy, even if it looked a bit like Dobby had designed it while drunk on butterbeer. He could distract himself from the lack of magic - just a little bit - by walking around a forest decked out in lights and colors, by spending time with Sirius and Remus ( ... )

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honestlyrubbish January 6 2011, 05:30:46 UTC
Harry's actions over the past couple of weeks hadn't been very hard to read. It was always Harry, after all, who would try to cheer up the lot of them, who could keep his chin high in the most impossible of circumstances. He didn't worry in the same way that Hermione did, poring over endless texts and trying to reason out everything she saw. He didn't feel desolation as strongly as Ron did, suddenly far from a family who had always been close, who loved one another and held on as tightly as they could. What changed over the various attempts was the ease with which Hermione was now able to fall into a lighter state of mind, was able to read Harry's subtle signs and allow all concern to seep away from her mind for a time. Months ago, it had felt like moving joints which had remained locked for years, creaking, aching, every muscle forced and carefully molded into a smile ( ... )

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sixthhandlion January 6 2011, 06:20:22 UTC
He spotted Harry first, walking through the trees laughing, as if they hadn't just accomplished something extremely bloody difficult. Of course Ron was happy it was done and over with, but he wasn't quite relieved enough to be laughing about it all. Especially not when they still had more to go. And especially not when, even though several minutes had passed now, he still wasn't quite able to shake the images from the locket from his head, as false as they'd been ( ... )

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seek_to_end January 6 2011, 08:25:52 UTC
It was the smile that did it. Harry's worries about how to explain this to Ron, about how to take care of him after what had just happened, about what to bloody do melted away at the sight of that smile.

His two best friends, safe and sound. Far away from the people they loved and the war they hated, but safe and whole and with him. With Harry.

It wouldn't make any sense at all to Ron, but Harry's mind didn't have room to think about Ron's perceptions, as it was buzzing too much with a fragile, fuzzy kind of hopefulness. He didn't dare dream that everything would be alright now, that they wouldn't have any problems or that the next hour or so might not result in a shouting match or two. But that didn't matter.

A smile broke onto his face, broad enough that his cheeks hurt instantly in the cold, and Harry dashed forward to gather up his mate in a hug. He didn't care just then if it wasn't what blokes did, if it wasn't really what they did. This was a different set of circumstances entirely ( ... )

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honestlyrubbish January 6 2011, 16:00:46 UTC
What broke Hermione first out of her reverie was the way Harry suddenly broke out into a run right beside her; startled, she fell back a couple of paces first rather than rushing aside, as though making away for a gale or some other type of force that would be dangerous if stopped. The shout only made her jump again, after which she immediately sighed with exasperation, closing her eyes to settle the sudden thud of her heart before she slowly looked up once more. It didn't take long for her thoughts to swirl about, to curse herself for have dreamt this moment countless times but still not being sure how to approach it at all. Then again, she hadn't thought that Ron would turn up from a time earlier than herself, from an instant in time that Hermione had reacted poorly to on her part ( ... )

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sixthhandlion January 6 2011, 19:43:33 UTC
Ron returned his best friend's embrace, though his brow furrowed with confusion. They'd been through this already, hadn't they? Though, there'd been the weight of needing to destroy the Horcrux weighing them down before, he supposed. Still, he couldn't help but feel more than a little relieved, the ball of nerves in his chest loosening ever so slightly now.

"Yeah," Ron said, releasing Harry, then wincing a bit as the cold air hit him again. There was a chance though, that it was more than that. That the way Hermione's voice was so quiet and just sort of off had sent a chill through him. It wasn't that he'd expected to be welcomed back with open arms, especially not after what he'd said and done, but somehow, the reality of all this was more difficult than what Ron had imagined when he'd pulled Harry out of the water not long before.

"Sorry." Ron knew it was a piss-poor thing to say after everything, but he figured it was a good place to start.

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seek_to_end January 6 2011, 22:29:22 UTC
"You couldn't help it," Harry said forgivingly. Already it seemed he was playing peacemaker between his two best friends. It was a role that he was used to and the elation he felt helped ease the burden of the job as it landed on his shoulders, but he was never keen to play this game. They were in a precarious enough position as it was, in a place without magic and where keeping optimistic was a means of survival, not just a good character trait. Dragging themselves down with petty arguments would make this place a living hell, maybe just as much of one as those desolate places they had journeyed through, wasting time and achieving nothing in the search for the horcruxes. Harry wouldn't let his friends, or himself, falter again as they had before.

Besides, this was something Hermione had already lived through, accepted and forgave (at least mostly, Harry thought) and Harry knew exactly how badly Ron felt about abandoning them. He didn't need any cold treatment from Hermione to solidify that ( ... )

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honestlyrubbish January 6 2011, 23:08:16 UTC
"I know, Harry," Hermione retorted immediately, giving Harry a look that was quick, but not sharp. Begging him to understand in a way that often only Harry could, out of all of those Hermione knew, that she couldn't always let her heart follow reason even if her mind was able to sift through circumstance and assign blame where it rightfully lay. It was almost like begging his permission to just break free the dams that she'd held up so carefully over the past month, the tendency she had to see things more realistically (and even then, whether or not that was the word for it was up for debate) and the difficulty she sometimes had clinging onto hope. Harry had been the object of it for so long, but for an island like the one they stood on, for an island where Harry was content to remain, how was she to have known that she would ever see Ron again? "I know that, but I'm supposed to be ( ... )

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sixthhandlion January 7 2011, 19:38:39 UTC
At Harry's words, Ron's brow furrowed. No, he hadn't been able to help not coming back as soon as he'd left because of the gang of Snatchers he'd run into, but he hadn't gotten around to telling either of them about that yet. But before Ron could ask Harry how he'd known, he was being assaulted.

"Ow!" Ron shouted when Hermione shoved him, and took a step backwards. Truthfully, it didn't really hurt, and he'd been expecting it, but maybe if she thought it'd hurt, he'd get off easier. Maybe this time she wouldn't set birds after him, at least. Still, he had been prepared to listen to Hermione lecture him about having left the two of them, about being so bloody selfish when there were more important things going on, and the hopeful smile slipped from his face when she started in on it.

However, the one thing Ron hadn't been prepared for was Hermione hugging him. He hugged back just as fiercely, held her tightly, only barely remembering to keep his grip on both the sword and on his wand. That bit of nerves that his body seemed to be ( ... )

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seek_to_end January 9 2011, 04:46:50 UTC
Whatever tension that was left in Harry relaxed when Hermione hugged Ron. He didn't know exactly how this would go, but he knew how it had, and that comforted him somehow. Knowing that, regardless of the circumstances, his friends would still find their way back to each other made him feel better than he had this entire year. There was still a lot of ground to cover, but Harry couldn't be bothered with worrying about it just then.

"It's.. hard to explain," he started, looking at Ron seriously, the relieved smile still clinging to his face. "But it's-- We've been transported to this island. Through magic, we think. And there's no way off. But it's okay because Bill's here and Sirius and Lupin and Luna. And it makes no sense at all but... we've been here for about a month and time's all funny. The point is, we've been waiting for you to show up." He snuck a glance at Hermione, having just spoken for her there without her permission. But he felt it was true and so it must be. They both missed Ron dearly, even if they avoided ( ... )

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honestlyrubbish January 9 2011, 15:01:27 UTC
As soon as Ron's grip on her had released, Hermione's gaze began to settle on the ground again, keeping oddly focused on Ron's shoes and the amount of wear that the pair had clearly seen as of late. She took a step back, shuffled so that the three of them were equidistant again, allowing them to talk to one another as freely as they always had in the past years, each contributing an entirely different view to the whole. Although at the same time, Hermione had to admit that it was proving hard to put words to the emotions swirling around her just then, the slight knot in her stomach that told her this place wasn't okay for simply bringing about all of these people they cared for. Their place, their proper place, was back in the wizarding world where, even if the war was to end, there was still a lot to be done to pick the community up after the past few years. Ron being there didn't make it all better ( ... )

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sixthhandlion January 19 2011, 02:32:52 UTC
It was a lot to take in: the bit that Harry had said about time, the fact that the two of them had somehow already held a conversation with him about his having destroyed the locket. Ron had half a mind to ask if they'd been using a time-turner like the two of them had during their third year. Though, if that were teh case, they probably wouldn't have had to wait on him, would they? He didn't really know how all that had worked anyway.

After years of knowing Hermione, Ron was just about used to the way she approached things. One simple question-- which Harry had done a pretty good job of answering, as far as Ron was concerned-- turned into a long and complicated explanation that Ron was barely able to follow. While she talked, he wasn't quite sure just where to start asking questions. That was, until she paused and Ron found himself able to zero in on one important detail.

"Malfoy? What hell d'you bring him here for?" Ron asked.

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seek_to_end January 27 2011, 06:47:01 UTC
Harry burst into a laugh at the question, unable to help himself or continue to cautiously bottle up the joy that was bubbling up inside his chest. They had needed Ron with them, for moments like these and more, and Harry thought their future on the island looked a lot easier with all of them together again.

"We didn't exactly have a choice," he explained through his amusement. "He showed up before either of us. It's not up to us who appears and who disappears, otherwise you would have shown up a while ago."

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honestlyrubbish January 28 2011, 04:18:56 UTC
How very typical that Ron had taken all of Hermione's words and thrown the majority of them over his shoulder, focusing only on that grudge that both of them still held against Draco Malfoy. She couldn't quite call it ridiculous, because Draco had caused a great deal of trouble for all of them, even before the threat of the Dark Lord held close to his throat like a sharpened blade, but it did feel somewhat foolish now after everything. Sighing, Hermione rubbed at her forehead with the back of her thumb, shaking her head almost imperceptibly.

"Or the rest of us would have left to return to you," she said quietly, lips pressing together before she glanced around, arms wrapping tightly around herself so that she could keep in as much warmth as possible. "Perhaps we should head to the hut now; Ron's still dripping wet."

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sixthhandlion January 28 2011, 23:47:50 UTC
Ron had been cold for so long now, it seemed, that he almost didn't notice that his fingers and ears were red and had gone numb.

"Probably a good idea," Ron said, "I think my fingers might be frozen 'round this thing," Ron said, holding up the sword to show them his hands. Though, to be fair, part of his hand hurting might've been because he'd gotten splinched again last time he'd apparated. He wasn't looking forward to waiting for those fingernails to grow back.

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