Chapter Two - The Other Chosen One
A/N: See chapter 1 for disclaimer, author’s notes, etc.
It was the next day. Ron asked, for what felt like the thirtieth time, “Mione, are you sure about this?”
“Yes, Ronald.” She always went for the ‘Molly Weasley’ tone when he was being really over-protective. She watched him wince slightly, which told her she’d gotten it spot on. She went on, “This should open a portal that will take me to the first woman. The ‘mistress of the gates’. ‘Not a minor but major’, whatever that means.” She just hoped it didn’t mean that some of the other women would be minors. Perhaps she had been fighting against Voldemort’s evil since she was eleven, but she didn’t want inexperienced children in this struggle. She didn’t think about the fact that she was only twenty-one, because she had officially been an adult in the Wizarding world for four whole years, and now she was a married woman. A very happily married woman.
“And you’re sure you have enough power to open these portals, no matter where they have to go? Even to other dimensions?” he worried.
She nodded, “Yes. There’s no way I have enough power to do this normally, but with these portals from this other dimension weakening the walls of our dimension, it could be barely manageable with enough support. With these three focusing stones the Aurors got off the dead monsters, I have enough power to go wherever I need to. Temporarily, at least.”
Ron asked, “And what happens if those stones run out of power?”
She sighed, “We’ve been over this. As long as the portals keep opening, these stones will stay powered up. Once we manage to seal off that monster dimension, the stones will stop glowing, and they’ll stop providing power. At least, I’m pretty sure about that part. Anyway, once the dimensional walls start stabilizing, we won’t be able to open any inter-dimensional portals anymore, so I’ll have to get my team home really quickly, if we win.”
“When you win,” he insisted.
She looked at him with one raised eyebrow and said, “I’m glad you’re getting your over-confidence in early.”
He said, “Mione, face facts. Harry got chosen because he was born at the right time. You got chosen because you’re the best person in the world to tackle this one.” She couldn’t help blushing. “You’re the smartest witch or wizard since Dumbledore, and you know more about Muggle science and junk than anyone I ever heard of.”
“Ron, you don’t know that much about Muggles.”
He nodded his head. “I know. I can barely work a telephone or a DVD player.” She didn’t say anything, but she knew most pureblood wizards didn’t even know how to pronounce
‘telephone.’ And she wasn’t going to tell him that most Muggles couldn’t work a DVD player either, because he’d use that as an excuse not to learn any more about them. He added, “But I know you know all that stuff. If the Ministry had to pick the smartest witch in the world, and the witch who knew the most about the Muggle world, and the witch who was the best researcher, they’d just end up with three of you.”
She winked at him and said, “Flattery will get you…” She stopped and sensuously licked her lips. “…almost anywhere, later on at bedtime.”
He grinned. “One more thing before you get started.”
She looked up once more from the complex circle she had drawn, complete with all the arithmantic runes. “Yes?”
He sighed, “I don’t like that you got saddled with this. I was jealous of Harry for years, until I realized just how much his life sucked because he was The Boy Who Lived. He got the scar, and the deaths, and the trauma, and the awful fate. It wasn’t until Fred died that I really understood how bad Harry had it, and I was just being an insecure little git for years about it.” Ron took her hands. “I got the best part of the whole deal. I got you. I know you have to do this, so be careful. And if you don’t come back to me, I’ll… I’ll get Peeves and the Bloody Baron to go haunt you! Got it?”
“Oh Ron!” she sighed into his shoulder. “I do love you. And I’ll try hard to be careful.”
“I love you too… and if you find any giant spiders, feel free to blast ‘em for me.” She had to smile at that.
He took up a position at the back of the room, where he could guard the charm circle and his wife. “Go get your mistress of the gates.”
She cast the spell. A portal appeared. She stepped through…
…and found herself in a warzone.
A/N2: Okay, everyone knows who the six characters will be, right? (And yes, I know this is a short chapter. All the other chapters will be longer.)