gracelessnight

Congratulations, Ron and Hermione! The banner strung across the Burrow's kitchen strongly reminded Harry of the one that once stretched across Number 12's kitchen, when the two of them had become Gryffindor prefects. This time, however, the congratulations were for a completely different occasion: Ron and Hermione had just gotten engaged. The couple was surrounded by family and friends, shaking hands and giving hugs. Harry caught them smiling at each other every now and then when they got a break from all the well-wishing. He couldn't be happier for his two best friends. He had watched them grow up together, develop feelings for each othe

Ron couldn't believe it. He, Harry, and Hermione had been found by the Snatchers. After evading capture for months, Harry had slipped and said Voldemort's name. At once, the protective charms set up by Hermione were broken. Many feeble excuses later, he was being dragged by one of the Snatchers through the suffocating darkness, his mouth still bleeding from where Scabior had punched him. The sensation lifted as quickly as it had begun, and Ron, along with the other four captives, was being forcefully led up a long drive that ended in a large iron gate: the Malfoy manor. The Snatcher that had Apparated with Ron let go of him and strode up to

I saw a tree. Its trunk: soft brown, Its leaves: light green, Its roots unseen. I thought, "This tree, stuck in the ground, sure knows the right way to be seen." It stands alone. It makes no sound. And yet, this tree has stopped me.