Dreams By Ron Weasley

Dreams

By

Ron Weasley

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

The fog that surrounded the streets was so thick that it seemed to cling to the ground, preventing me from see which way I was going.

It doesn't matter anyway; the majority of the roads are blocked by enormous walls of bricks, and because of that I'm forced to follow a specific direction almost against my will.

The important thing here is that I've been walking for hours now and I still haven't found an exit from this strange place; in fact, I have no idea how I ended up here.

The only thing I remember is that I went out for a run to clear from my head some problems that were bugging me since last night; and when I finally stopped for a rest, I realized that I was in this desert Muggle city without any specific reason for being here.

I'm not nervous or anything like that, worse things have happened to me during my short life, but I have to admit that this is a very disturbing town.

The buildings around me are completely destroyed and I doubt anyone lives there, but at the same time I can see shops with fresh food on the shelves and a church showing a sign that says that the new priest will arrive on the first day of April of this year to celebrate the wedding that will mark the beginning of a new era in the city.

The streets were full of souvenirs shops selling objects that celebrated the defeat of Voldemort and that really made me sick; what kind of morbid people decided to put up for sale replicas of his broken wand and his Horcruxes?

I can't see any birds flying near me, but I can hear them sing a bizarre melody, a melody that was so hypnotic that almost made me believe I was in a dream world or something ludicrous like that.

I can feel a soft breeze running over my face, but the leaves of the trees aren't moving...

What the hell is happening here?

I'm now near a park with a rusty gate, apparently deserted like the rest of the town.

There's nothing special about it, it isn't more interesting than any other park I've been to, but there was an odd force, a force stronger than my will that was telling me that I should explore that space without delay; I don't know how to explain this, but I feel that my life, my whole future, may depend on it.

At first I didn't see anything special, just some benches and trash bins that were surrounding this circular area, but then, without warning, I started hearing some creepy sounds of bizarre creatures, mixed with...a person's whisper?!

I follow it, that seemed a good idea at the time, and soon the whisper turned into a woman's voice, a voice that was very familiar to me but different at the same time; it was a sound full of joy but at the same time full of sadness; it reminded me the song that Dumbledore's phoenix sang when he...

I couldn't finish the thought, not because of the pain it caused me when I think about it, but because what I saw next blow me away; there, sitting on a bench, barefoot, was the only person I ever loved my entire life, the only woman I ever wanted to be with...

I can't express by words the feelings that consume me every time I see her; I don't want to use a cliché, but I truly believe that we were destined to be together since the day we were born, since the day we met on the Hogwarts' Express...

When Hermione finally saw me, she threw a warm smile at me; I guarantee that no woman in the entire universe has a smile as wonderful as hers, it is just phenomenal.

I sat near her, wanting to feel the warm of her body next to mine and I think that she felt the same way as me, because she hugged me immediately when I approached her; she was looking for some kind of comfort on my arms, like she always did, looking for my lips for peace like I always do when I'm close to her; that's how things are between me and her...

Many people suffered with that damned war, but as strong as Hermione is, I know that she was more devastated than the others that fought in the Ministry of Magic; the horrible images that she was forced to keep in her memory, forever, were too much for someone like her to support...

Sometimes, when she thinks I'm sleeping, I hear her cry like a little child on the floor of the Burrow's kitchen, mourning the deaths of our classmates that perished at the hands of the Death Eaters.

My grief is the only thing that makes me realize how fortunate I am - her words, not mine; I wish I had half of her heart to say something as insightful as that...

"Where are we Hermione? How did you find me?"

"Oh Ron, you know where we are, you were the one that brought me her, remember?" she replied with a dreamy expression on her face.

"OK, then why did I bring you here?"

"Only you can answer that question too."

"Hermione, I don't have a clue about what you are talking about."

She just smiled at me.

"It's true what he says after all."

I was running out of patience, but I decided to continue to play her game.

"And what does he say?"

"'Ignorance is a blessing', a very good statement if you ask me."

I didn't say a word to her; I just didn't know how to respond to that. It's obvious there was something very wrong with this picture, I mean, why was she behaving this way, all mysterious and incoherent?

This isn't the Hermione I fell in love with...

Don't get me wrong, I know for a fact that the woman I have in front of me is Hermione, but there's something really weird about her, something I can't quite place.

But that wasn't the strangest thing about her conduct...

All of a sudden, and without any kind of explanation to this sudden reaction, she harshly pushed me away and for no good reason put her arms in the air and started dancing to the rhythm of music that only she could hear.

"Don't look at me like that, Ron; didn't you ever learn that weird things happen in weird places?"

"I...I...Hermione, are you alright?"

"Now that he is finally here, I am."

"Who's here?"

"I am, Ron", said a deep voice right next to me.

I turned my head to face the person that had spoken those words, and what I saw left me in complete shock; there, looking at the horizon, was the man I once considered my own brother, the man I would have died for if the situation ever required it; unfortunately, he's not that man anymore.

"How did you get here, Harry?"

He turned his attention towards me, a smirk starting to appear on his lips. I have to say that he has seen better days.

"What the fuck do you mean by that? I've been living here in past three years, you know that."

"Excuse me?"

"You never were too bright, were you, Ron? But what can I say; you were always a little naïve when presented with a simple situation."

"Don't say that Harry, he's just confused, you know how he is," said Hermione with an absent-minded expression, looking at the moon that appeared suddenly and inexplicably on the sky.

Harry laughed hard, but I didn't find any reason to share his joy.

It's difficult to forget our past, I'll be the first to confess it; we have too much story together to simply pretend that it never existed.

I was there next to him when he decided to look for Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes, knowing very well that the journey could had been my last adventure with him; I fought alongside him in his final battle against the Death Eaters, to make sure he would be able to complete his destiny; I sacrificed my own family just to make sure that the world would be free from the tyranny of the most powerful dark wizard ever to exist.

So why did our friendship end?

Well, the simple answer to that question is that Hermione was the responsible for our split, but I know him well enough, at least I think I do, to know that he wouldn't be that shallow.

Or maybe, like everything in life, we changed so much that we reached a point where we didn't have anything in common anymore...

"What are you thinking about, Weasley?"

"Do you want a straight answer?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I was thinking about our friendship."

"Well, isn't that nice..."

"And what the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"Easy, Ron, there's no need for you to get violent. Although, if you want of course, you can use that rage and try to take me out; your life would be much easier if you did that."

"You know I would never fight against you."

"Why?"

"Because, contrary like you, I still have respect for all the things we accomplished together."

"Together?"

He looked surprised by that statement.

"Yes, together..."

He was ready to say something, but the only sound that got out of his mouth was a mumble that I couldn't understand.

"Why did you have to fall in love with Hermione, Harry?"

"That's a tricky question."

"No, it isn't. All I want is a straight answer from you."

"A person once told me that love was just a word Ron, but a very strong one. Love can turn you into the happiest person on Earth, but it can also destroy you in a blink of an eye; love is more powerful than Avada Kedavra and the other Unforgivable Curses combined and do you know why?"

I didn't react; I wanted to know where he was going with this.

"Because the Unforgivable Curses can destroy your body, but love can destroy your soul, and for that decease there's no known cure, Ron."

"What are you trying to say, Harry?"

"You took her from me, the single person that could bring some sort of meaning to my empty existence now that I've defeated Voldemort, you took from me the only person that made me realise how wonderful the principle of love is.

"With this said, do you think we could still be friends?"

"I want to believe that we can."

"No, we can't...

"Look Ron, I don't blame you or her, is just that...you always had what I wanted for me personally; parents that love you, brothers to talk to, a place you could call home, that's all I ever wanted. And now you have her...

"Tell me, honestly, do you still envy me, a loner that had his life destroyed by a man because of a stupid prophecy? Do you still want my fame for being the one that survived a heartless murderer countless times? Do you want to live the rest your life with the knowledge that your future will be darker than ever because you have nothing to fight for anymore?"

He didn't wait for me to respond him; I'm sure he already knew my answer.

"I'm sorry, Harry, oh my God, I am so sorry..."

I didn't turn my head to see her; I could tell by her sobs that she was crying heavily and that was too much for me to take this moment.

"Before I go, Weasley, allow me to leave you with this thought; Hermione is only with you because of me and don't you ever, ever, forget that."

"What? What do you...?"

It was too late; he already had disappeared into the fog.

"My God, Ron, what have we done, what have we done?"

"Hermione ..."

I walked at her, wanting to hold her on my arms once more, but she didn't want that.

When I approached her, she started running as fast as she could into the forest, without looking back.

I start running after her, without the slightest idea where I was going; I just wanted to catch her and calm her down.

All around me I could hear the screams of the dead, souls condemned to live on a limbo because of their sins.

Maybe that's motive that destiny brought me here too.

I finally saw her entering in a decrepit building that reminded me my former home, The Burrow, but it lacked the happiness that I always felt when I used to live there.

I encountered a dark and dingy hallway when I penetrated the space, a rotten smell filling the air; the vibrations I was receiving were full of angst and misery.

On both sides were various doors, each of them showing a different inscription:

Molly Weasley

1950-1998

Fred Weasley

1976-1998

Charlie Weasley

1972-1998

Percy Weasley

1976-1998

Fleur Delacour

1977-1998

I dropped on my knees and for the first time I was forced to face the truth; my family was dead and there was nothing I could do to bring them back.

I can't loose you too, Hermione, not you...

But apparently, God wasn't working today; in front of me was one more door and the inscription there left me consumed by agony:

Hermione Jane Granger

You can dream, but not make dreams your master

1979-????

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat; the night was freezing, but the weather wasn't strong enough against my mind.

I looked around just to make sure that I was awake; sometimes fantasy can be more convincing than the real world.

"A dream, a fucking dream..." I mumbled several times, trying to convince myself that nothing bad had really happened, that all that had been just in my mind.

I rotated over myself to make sure that Hermione was right there, in the bed next to me; she wasn't.

I found her on the balcony of the room, naked and completely wet, with her arms on the air, like she was waiting for something or someone; she was waiting for the moon to forgive her.

Why was she doing that, why wasn't she her with me, in bed, in our first night as a married couple? Why was she smiling at the abyss with a strange expression on her face?

I had a feeling that this night wouldn't end well; usually dreams like this are considered signs from the Gods to show us the truth about some things that we prefer to ignore.

"He's here..."

I know Hermione, I know...