hey, so please red this, i hope you like it. and please reveiw! you dont want me to beg...no seriously u dont. anyways, i dont own any of the HP characters. i only own ppl that i make up. this is the first chapter. r/r. please.
"What do you think she's doing right now?" A fiery red headed male asked.
"Oh how the hell would I know? Honestly Ron." Replied a man with untidy jet-black hair.
"Don't you at least wonder if she's okay? How she's doing? If she still has--" Ron was cut off.
"Oh would you shut up." The young man said friendly, but with a hint of annoyance. "Hermione is fine. Don't worry. I don't know why I ever agreed to being your auror partner. All you talk about is Hermione. You should have stayed with her." The young man through his pencil at Ron's head, stretched, and rested his feet atop of an oak desk, cluttered with books, that was inside the tiny cramped bedroom.
Ron's ears turned a nice shade of pink, "I do not talk about her all of the time." Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie.
He had always secretly liked Hermione. He would never tell her of course, for he was too nervous and scared. He and Harry had left Hermione after their seventh year, and haven't talked to her since.
"Yea, sure Ron. And I'm not the famous Harry Potter who not only killed Voldemort once, but twice." As he said it, a dull gloom haunted his eyes for the briefest of seconds. It was a residual memory that stung too much and could not just be bandaged over.
"We helped you with it," his best friend told him, noticing the haunted look on his visage. "Hermione and I were right by your side. You don't have to take the death on your shoulders alone."
It was true; Ron, Hermione, and Harry had defeated Voldemort together. They had used an Unforgivable on him. Avada Kadavra. Since it was Voldemort they used it on, they didn't get sent to Azkaban, but rather awarded with an Order of Merlin first class medal. Ron would never forget those moments in the potions dungeon. He was still plagued by the horrific memories. He, Ron Weasley, was capable of performing an Unforgivable. All the hate he, Harry, and Hermione had built up inside of themselves just burst out with the curse. Ron's memories of the whole ordeal were all wadded up in a jumbled up mess. All he could remember was that look of grim satisfaction crossing Voldemort's contorted features (he thought he had them cornered and good as dead), but then suddenly turn to surprise as he realized what they were doing. He tried to say the curse first, but with no avail. There was a bright green flash, and he fell backwards to the dungeon floor with a loud thump. Ron just stood, rooted to the spot, thinking of all those that died just a few short hours before. Then quite suddenly his vision started to swim, and everything went black; next thing he knew, he was staring at hospital beds, and Madam Pomfrey was bending over him.
A silence enveloped them, a silence full of pain and nightmarish memories. Each knew that the other was thinking of that fateful night.
Finally Harry spoke, "Yes. And you could have gotten yourself killed." He looked at his partner, his best friend, "I would have never forgiven myself if that were to have happened."
"Don't beat yourself up. We didn't die, were still here." Ron paused for a brief moment, "and their deaths were not your fault either."
Harry removed his feet from the desk, stood up, yawned and walked over to his bunk. "I'm going to sleep." He announced groggily as he descended the ladder to the top.
"I wish we could live in a real house instead of this stupid little cube with beds. Honestly, I don't understand why the ministry keeps us here. We could live in Sirius's house since it's yours now." Ron half-heartedly whined.
"'Cause were aurors Ron. You could have taken a room by yourself. Now shut up so I can get some sleep before the meeting."
"You bloody well know I couldn't have a room by myself. There aren't enough rooms here for us as it is." He mumbled to himself while he turned off the light and laid down on his bed, falling into a fitful sleep.
"Wake up you great big oaf!" A loud voice yelled into what might have been a red mop, but most likely it was a red haired auror. "Were going to be late for the ministry meeting. Moody will curse us for sure."
"Huh?" Ron managed to grunt into his pillow.
"Get up now idiot!" Harry pulled Ron's pillow out from under him, and yanked his blankets off him. "Get up! It's 7:25, and the meeting starts in five minuets!"
"Oh shit!" He jumped out of bed, banged his head on the top bank, and staggered to his robes that were lying over the chair. Dressing hastily, he ran out the door swiftly and followed Harry to the boardroom.
Harry opened the door, and he and Ron slipped through to their seats. Harry sat on the left of his partner, and to the right of Aria Skywater, a pretty raven-haired girl one year younger than himself. Ron thought that she was quite attractive, what with her dark hair, ocean blue eyes, freckles across her nose, and her naturally tan skin; but she wasn't his type. He went for the bushy brown hair, intelligent, beautiful on the inside, doesn't-care-what-people-think-of-her mind set, the—
"Argh," a groan escaped the redheaded auror.
"Weasley shut up, were 'bout to start," a dark haired man said on his right.
"Thank you Asriel," Moody growled. "Now on to the meeting. As you well know, there have been some, disappearances. You may think this as just trivial, but after what happened six years ago with Bertha Jones, I suggest we look into them."
"I fully agree Alastar," Moody flinched at the mention of his first name. "But shouldn't we focus more of our efforts on stopping the embezzlement of dark arts into the country?" Asriel looked expectantly at the old weathered man.
"Well, yes Asriel. That's why most of you will be on the border. I'm just asking that two pairs check out the disappearances."
"Ahh, good plan sir." Was all the response that came from the right side of Ron.
"Now on to business," Moody clanked over to the head of the table, "who here is willing to check out the disappearances?"
"Well, I don't see why they're that important." An auror of about twenty-five asked.
"They might not be, but I don't want to risk it." Moody growled.
"But I mean, they aren't even working for the ministry." The female moved uncomfortably in her chair. "All I'm asking is, why do we have to go find two wizards that just happened to disappear. There not renowned for anything, they're just simply two wizards who probably just got lost in the Floo Network or something." She looked across the table at the other aurors to see if they shared her same thought. Most were nodding in agreement.
"All though you bring up a good point Alison, I still want some people to check it out." His magical eye swiveled around in his skull, surveying the room of aurors. "Fine. I'll only send one team out to look into it."
Ron shared the same idea as Alison; why does it matter if two wizards came up missing? There are a number of reasons why they would suddenly be counted as missing. He looked across the table at Alison Tulk. She was a fairly pretty woman, her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her face had a rosy tint to it. She had gone to Australia on an assignment a few weeks back. She was partnered with Mike Lock. Ron always wondered why they decided to be partners, they had nothing in common and they didn't even seem to get along very well. But then again, there were rumors of them getting along pretty well.
"Which one of you will take the assignment?" Moody drawled out, snapping Ron out of his mental vacation. No one volunteered.
Big surprise there, Ron thought, who would want to go on a wild goose chase?
"No takers? Fine. Potter, Weasley, you're takin' it. And since Aria doesn't have a partner yet, and needs more training in the field," he glanced over at the young girl who sat next to Harry. "She's going to go with you."
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