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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-31 21:19:00

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!status: incomplete, ^date: november 14 2003, character: hermione granger, character: ron weasley

WHO: Ron and Hermione
WHAT: Collecting Harry's things from his place
WHERE: Ron's flat followed by Harry's flat
WHEN: Nov 14, a little after 5pm
RATING: PG-13 in case of language

Hermione was fully healed finally, though still a bit stiff in the arm, but nothing she couldn't deal with. And she'd finally heard back from her parents and found out everything was fine on their end. She had replied suggesting they extend their stay in Australia until things settled down in England. She doubted they'd be thrilled about it, but she didn't care as long as they were safe. She'd send Ron off to stay with them if she thought she could get away with it, especially after his run in with that murderer, but she knew that would never happen. Still, even with that slight relief, she wasn't having a wonderful day. They needed to go to Harry's flat and get his things, and she knew that there was a very strong chance that when they got there she'd burst into tears anew, which for Ron's sake she did not want to do.

First thing was first though, getting Ron. Because she couldn't do this by herself, as much as she would like to be able to, because even though Harry had been her best friend, he and Ron had always shared a bond that she could never share with either of them. Not necessarily stronger, but different, and she'd always respected that, and still did. She had her own bond with both of them, so there was no problem, but she wondered if Ron was ready for this. They didn't really have a choice of course, because the landlord was threatening to throw things out on the curb before much longer. So it wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to, but it needed to be done.

She reached Ron's flat and knocked on the door. She waited for it to be answered, and smiled a sad little smile at him when he answered. "Hello," she said. "There's something we need to do if you have the time for it this afternoon." Better to just jump right into why she was really there than beat around the bush, it would just make it harder in the end, and she would feel like she was lying to him if she made him think she had come for some other reason.

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hermoniny
2012-02-02 03:05 am UTC (link)

Hermione held onto him just as tightly, feeling safer and less destroyed in this place while in contact with him. But it was only a matter of time before they'd have to let go and actually get things moving, so they wouldn't have to stay too long. When he suggested the least personal things to start with, she agreed whole heartedly. Work their way up to the harder stuff. She let go of his hand and set her infamous beaded bag down on the coffee table for later use.

When the boxes appeared, Hermione got to work, deciding the best way to put off the pain of the job was to stay busy. She pulled books off shelves and laid them carefully into boxes, making a point to put ones she didn't have into a separate box, thinking she'd just add them into her personal library. She followed Ron into the kitchen area next and looked around, wondering what they were going to do with these things, since they held no real personal value. "Should we maybe donate some of these things? I'm sure there are people who can use them who would appreciate it, I know I don't need more glasses or plates."

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pigwidgeoned
2012-02-02 04:14 am UTC (link)

Ron took knick knacks and other odds and ends from the shelves the shelves. He found a small working model of a Firebolt zipping over a shelf that he vaguely remembered Harry getting for Christmas one year. He helped Hermione remove books from the shelves, seeing the set entitled Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts that Lupin and Sirius had given him in fifth year. They had used them incessantly during their DA meetings after that.

In the kitchen he eyed the dishes and kitchenware and nodded to Hermione. "Yeah, that would probably be best. Harry wouldn't mind." He remembered how he had been cross with Ernie for saying what Harry would and wouldn't want, but Ron knew he was right and it was fine to say so. He took out his wand and waved it; dishes began to descend from the cupboards and settle themselves into boxes carefully next to glasses and tupperware.

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hermoniny
2012-02-02 04:37 am UTC (link)

Hermione noticed the same things he did, and how he looked at them as well. As far as the set of books went, she had her own of that set, and was planning on placing it in the box of duplicates, but it just seemed so precious, these particular boxes, so even though she had her own, she decided she'd rather have Harry's, and would gift hers to someone at some point. She ran her fingers lovingly over the spines, remembering pouring over them and deciding what the next lesson should be on. It seemed like a life time ago. She held back a small sob caught in her throat as she finally placed the books in the boxes.

Hermione nodded her agreement. Harry was the kind of person who liked to help others, and was always happy to help the needy. He would want the things that they couldn't use to go to people who could, rather than collect dust on some forgotten shelf somewhere. Once the kitchen and books were packed, Hermione gave him a look that clearly said she was not quite ready for the rest of the place, where they no doubt would find more personal things. Plus there was that compartment in his closet they'd have to go into eventually where Harry kept the things most important. "What next?" she asked, dreading his bedroom, but thinking it might be the next logical step.

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pigwidgeoned
2012-02-02 05:28 am UTC (link)

Ron didn't really like to consider what they had to face in Harry's bedroom, but there really wasn't anything else to left to do. The bulk of his items would be in there, especially the most personal of them all that they had to be certain did not get lost in transition. Ron heaved a sigh and put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and without actually answering her question, he directed her to the bedroom door that stood slightly ajar.

This time he pushed it open, and with a small squeeze of her shoulder he helped her step inside. Harry had always been fairly simple, so the room was just functional as a bedroom, garnering a bed, a night stand, a dresser for his clothes and his old school trunk which Ron knew he still kept in his room more out of habit than necessity because Ron still had his too. In the far corner the Firebolt was leaning up against the wall and once Ron saw it he couldn't bring himself to do anything but sit on the bed, dragging Hermione down with him because he had yet to let go of her. He kept opening his mouth but he could not find anything to say. There just wasn't a thing that was appropriate.

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hermoniny
2012-02-06 02:24 am UTC (link)

Hermione let herself be dragged into the room without putting up a fight, as much as she wanted to. She'd run in the other direction if she could, but it wasn't an option. Not at this point, if she turned away now, she would never finish this task. She sat down on the bed next to Ron, taking in the small room and its lack of decoration or real importance. Just functionality, simplicity. Harry. It was very much Harry, and it hurt. The broom in the corner, the trunk at the end of the bed, it made Hermione think of their school days, how hard things had been, yet how much simpler they had been compared to now. Or perhaps it was just different, either way, it didn't make much sence, but there it was.

She realized then when she came out of her thoughts that Ron was not handling things as well as she had hoped. He was struggling for words, and Hermione felt her heart ache for his pain, along with her own, and she turned to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him to her, trying to comfort him by running her hand over the back of his head. She kissed his cheek as the tears threatened to escape, but could think of nothing to say to comfort him. She hoped just being there would help, though she knew it wouldn't fix a thing.

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pigwidgeoned
2012-02-07 04:06 am UTC (link)

Ron leaned into Hermione's hold, glad for the comfort because he could feel the unfortunate feelings rising in his stomach and threatening to spill out of him. If she wasn't there he doubted he could have ever done this on his own. There was just no bloody way, so if anything, he was glad to at least have that. After a moment that felt like a lifetime, Ron pulled back and looked at Hermione. "I suppose we should probably get his things out of the closet."

Ron and Hermione knew that Harry kept all of his special possessions - like his invisibility cloak, the Marauder's Map and even Sirius' mirror fragment - in hidden compartment in the back of his closet. It was something he had started in school, keeping things hidden in his trunk and once he got a flat he just didn't seem to be able to break the habit, though Ron couldn't really blame him. When you lived in close quarters like that for seven years it was weird to suddenly have so much space to yourself.

He stood and tugged back the doors to Harry's closet and was instantly bombarded with a familiar sight he didn't even really consider about seeing at Harry's place except of course he would because Ron's mum had been knitting Harry Weasley jumpers every Christmas since first year. And Ron could see them all lined up in a row in front of him: the emerald green one from first year, the scarlet one with a Gryffindor lion on it from third, a jumper with a picture of a dragon on it that Harry got because of the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year, and the one with a large golden snitch on it from sixth year. It was like Harry kept them all there in a place of honour and all Ron had ever done is complain about his because they were always maroon. Now the tears did escape his eyes because it was too much for him to handle all at once.

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hermoniny
2012-02-11 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Hermione nodded, reulctant, but she wanted to finish the task once and for all so they could get out of the flat and back into the fresh, open air. The place was starting to feel so constricting and overwhelming. She just wanted to be back outside.

When Ron opened the closet doors, she saw the sweaters too, but she was less surprised than he was. Harry had always been fond of them, since no one had gone to the trouble to make him anything before he got to Hogwarts and met the Weasley family. It didn't make it hurt any less, but at least the shock wasn't there. She stepped forward and ran a hand along the sleeves of a few of them, remembering the stories that went along, the years they'd spent together, everything that had happened... it seemed like another life altogether. Perhaps it was in a way.

She took his hand and squeezed it, having nothing to say that would make him feel any better. She carefully took the hangers down and laid the sweaters out on the bed, one on top of the other. "Do you think your mum might like to have one or two of these?" She asked in a choked voice. Since Mrs. Weasley had made them, it might be something that would comfort her somewhat. Hermione wanted to hold onto one, she didn't care which, but she knew she wasn't going to just let them go to people who didn't understand. She looked back at the closet, a clear space open to the back where the hidden compartment was, but she wanted to let Ron take a moment before they delved into the things Harry held most dear, just in case there were surprises in there.

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pigwidgeoned
2012-02-11 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Ron held her hand like a lifeline, trying to dry his tears by sheer will alone. When she asked the question, he shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer right away. He watched her move the jumpers to the bed, wondering how much his mother would cry over them. "She might, though I don't know if she will be able to handle it, to be honest." Ron looked at hidden compartment for a moment, not moving to open it yet. He was still thinking about the jumpers and how others might react to them. If they would react like he did. "Gin might want one," he added, thinking of his sister.

They still needed to open the hidden compartment and get the rest of Harry's things out. He looked over at Hermione and nodded toward the wall. "Let's get Harry's things, yeah?" Ron stepped forward almost into the closet so that he run his finger along the hidden catch that would pop open the door to compartment. It snapped open and revealed an inlaid opening where Harry liked to hide all of his valuables - not gold, of course, but things that meant something to him personally.

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pandoramods
2012-02-12 03:47 am UTC (link)

Inside the compartment was a variety of objects and pictures, from the snitch inherited from Dumbledore to an image of a stolen moment between Harry and Ginny.

Atop the rest, however, was a single scroll that at first glance looked like any other scroll, but when opened, featured a coded language that was like nothing else. The scroll was so embedded with magic that it practically pulsed with it.

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hermoniny
2012-02-12 04:43 am UTC (link)

Hermione stepped up next to him to look into the compartment. The old snitch from their travels looking for Horcruxes zipped out, suddenly freed, and hovered in the air in front of her. She reached out and plucked it out of the air, and the wings folded in. She could still see the note scrawled in the gold "I open at the close". They had wondered so much at what it had meant. Wondered what could be inside. None of it mattered anymore. Still, Hermione remembered what a comfort it had been to Harry, how when it had been the two of them alone in teh woods he had always had it right by him, and it was strangely a comfort to her now, just knowing that.

She looked back in at the other things, things she had expected to see, and one thing she hadn't. "What is that?" she asked, pointing at a strange scroll positioned on top of the rest of his things. It was strange, not that she thought she should know that just by looking at a rolled up scroll. But there was something about it that felt strange on sight.

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