Companion to "Lost" Ron's POV. "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."