Leila Irene

He has something important to tell her, so important he think he may burst. But is it too late? Has it always been too late? A not-very-happy one shot. Rated for just a little language.

Nights like this one are magical. When the stars are sprinkled across the velvet sky like so many fireflies and fairies and the moon glows with radiance rarely seen, something special is bound to happen. And what will it be tonight? Step inside with me, and we shall see, though I’m sure that we both can venture a guess.

"Ron was racing between trees, dodging in and out of bushes and branches and swearing to himself. Knowing that he was doing the right thing didn’t seem to make it much easier. Not for his legs anyhow. His ginger hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and he could feel trickles of it slipping down his back. It wasn’t just from running for so long; he was scared out of his mind. Not only was he running for his life, but for the lives of all those in the Order, and running after the life of the one person who was jeopardizing them." This is the companion piece to "Lost". In it is revealed why Ron disappeared, what happened to him and whether or not he'll be back.

What is Ron supposed to do when the girl he loves is discussing with him her wedding to his best friend? The answer: nearly nothing. A wistful songfic to Amy Studt's heartbreaking "There's Nothing I Can Do"

Hermione can't sleep at night when the moon shines in because her love may be somewhere outside. Hr/R