NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN

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-HARRY-

Harry walked out of his classroom after his first lesson, subtly eavesdropping into the first years' conversations addressing their 'favourite teacher' and 'the best lesson all year', chuckling to himself.

Ron was aimlessly mopping the new stone tiles down the corridor. Harry jogged up to him, beaming and wanting to tell his all about how well his first lesson had gone.

It was surprising how quickly Hogwarts had been repaired and many of the classrooms had been rebuilt. The main hall and corridors had, most impressively in Harry's opinion, been restored to their previous glory.

In some ways it was quite sad to Harry because many of the memory's of his time in Hogwarts had been crushed with the framework and all the new stones were cold and emotionless. Even the dark singe marks of the Weasley brothers' firework displayed had been scrubbed away.

Harry halted in front of Ron and was not surprised by his glazed eyes. Concentrating on his face, Harry couldn't help but notice that Ron was becoming increasingly similar to Filch, just younger.

Ron had been concentrating on the air a lot recently. It always made Harry grin when he saw him and he always tried to imagine what Ron was so content on thinking about- he had never been interested in something this much before.

"Sir?" A young boy called to Harry in his thought.

Harry smiled down at his new student, his name was Michael (Harry had made an aim to learn the names of all of his students). It also felt funny to Harry that he was now a sir, "is everything ok Michael?" He asked.

The boys silver eyes sparkled and reminded Harry of Draco. "Yes sir, I was just wondering if you knew how to get to Mr Malfoys potions classroom?"

Harry's grin broadened at Draco also being a sir but soon relaxed his cheek bones at fear that he was beginning to look creepy to the child. "Uh yeah sure (he hadn't quite got his teacher voice sorted) you just need to walk down the main stairs into the opening outside the main hall. Go through the small stone door opposite this and go down the spiral staircase and its the first classroom on the left."

The dungeons had not really been effected by the war because they were underground and Harry had been going down there a lot recently to meet up with Draco.

"Thank you very much sir" the boy said, his eyes just logging what he had just heard. He continued smiling at Harry as his body turned around and he began to walk in the other direction.

Ron had rejoined the real world a could of minutes ago and had been listening to their conversation. "Yes Michael!" He squeaked mockingly, "run along or Mr Malfoy will boil you!"

The child gasped, fear stricken across his eyes before sprinting down the corridor.

"Ron! What did you do that for? Do you really think that is how you're going to get people to like you?" Harry said, deflated.

"Aw c'mon Harri! It was quite funny, you have to admit?" Ron said laughing at the slowly shrinking first year.

"Um... Sure Ron. Maybe just for now lay off the first years...?" Harry said turning away.

"Ugh fine!" Ron grunted. "Wait where are you going?"

"Well I've got a free period now so..."

"Really? What do you want to do?"

"Um. Well I was just going to set up the grounds for this lunch quidditch practise."

"Ah cool, I can help you!"

"Well, haven't you got work to be doing?" Harry said looking dismissively down at the dirty stones on which he stood.

Ron sighed at the little work he had managed to do whilst planning his scheme of events and shrugged at Harry's comment. "Don't worry, this work can do itself" Ron explained pointing his newly fixed wand at the mop and whispering a spell at it which caused it to dunk itself into the bucket and wipe across the floor.

"Ron! You're wand... how...but... It's fixed?" Harry stuttered in disbelief at Ron's perfectly stable and functioning wand.

"Oh yeah..." Ron acted disinterested in Harry's response.

"Well how did you repair it?" Harry asked, his eyes bulging.

"Let's just say I have contacts" Ron left the conversation mysteriously.

...

Much to Harry's discontent Ron did accompany him to quiddich and disallowed him to talk to Malfoy. Harry had been granted the Gryffindor quidditch captain and Malfoy as the Slytherin because of their talent as seekers.

Their mock of a match had resulted in a Gryffindor victory. Harry was pleased that he was still a successful flyer (he hadn't flown for a while) and teacher. However he kept his celebration to a minimum in fear of putting down Malfoy, who was still an excellent flyer.

Ron, on the other hand, was not so subtle. After the team members had left the similarly well-repaired stadium he had hopped onto his old, weak broomstick and flown laps around to posts, cheering.

He flew better than Harry had imagined after so long but his circles were lousy and many times he feared that the broom would snap and Ron would fall.

Maybe with this mind-set he wouldn't have been so surprised when it happened but alas, the shock couldn't have hit him harder. Ron had plummeted to the ground after the end of his broomstick had clipped one of the hoops.

He had flown forwards, broomless, to the field in between, his legs flailing. Thankfully, to Harry, he had only landed on his back and therefore minimum damage was caused.

Ron sat up, seamingly unharmed. Nonetheless, Harry ran over dropping his broom and even Draco, who had been tackling a bludger into its case, came jogging over to see if the ginger was alright.

Harry admired Ron's willingness to stand up, despite his winded state.

"You ok Weasley?" Draco called, his skin glowing white in the afternoon sun.

"Uh yep, all ok Draco, thanks!" Ron grinned back, making Malfoy bridle slightly at him using his first name.

Harry outstretched his hand to pull Ron up but it was ignored as Ron pushed his hands onto the flat grass behind and lent onto the flats of his feet.

Harry hid his confused expression from the other two as he walked away to pick up his Thunderbolt. The bludger had seemed to have got bored and settled for Malfoy to strap it into the box. Draco then summoned his new Nimbus 2002 up from the ground and led the way back to the castle.

...

As the trio crossed the refurbished stone bridge from the grounds to the castle, Ron stopped and lent over the sturdy framework around the edges and looked down into the abyss below.

"Uh Harri?" Ron called ahead to the pair in front of him who had not noticed his halt.

Harry turned around, surprised that Ron had now decided to converse with him at last, "yeah, what is it?" He replied.

"Um..." Ron didn't know how to start, "where was it that you threw the Elder Wand last year?" He asked awkwardly, picking at the grains of the stone.

Harry walked slowly up next to him and leaned over the bridge, looking from one end to the other. "I'm not entirely sure to be honest, I would have stood about here and then just threw the two halves aimlessly".

Malfoy joined them at the edge, rested his broomstick against the edge and similarly leaned over but could see very little.

A cold waft of air bubbled up from the valley causing Harry to shiver and step backward. "At least it will never be seen again, nothing but bad news, that wand is" Harry elaborated. Malfoy nodded in agreement but Ron stayed still, thinking.

Suddenly, Ron hurled himself over the bridge and into the darkness. He still had his broom in his grasp but the damage caused today would limit its strength and it would have been hard to mount it anyway from this angle.

"Ron!" Harri cried dropping his broom and sprinting to the edge of the bridge and leaning over. A tuft of bright orange hair slowly disappeared into the darkness below. Harry panted in disbelief of what happened creating a white mist to float up, even though it was a warm day.

He ran back, grabbed his broom and leapt onto the thick stone railing not really thinking about what he was doing.

"Harri, stop!" Draco called up to him, holding onto his trouser legs, "you don't know how deep this hole is, or what's down there..."

"I know... But I know Ron is down there..." Harry explained, poising himself to fly.

"Well I'm also coming then" Draco said, mounting his broom.

Harry sighed resignedly, knowing that he would never win this argument. He checked his wand was securely in his pocket and pushed off of the wall into the air. Draco did the same and they floated opposit each other, too far from the wall to grab onto if one fell.

A brief and assuring nod from Draco focused Harry's eyes which had blurred with fear. Malfoy then tilted downwards and quickly began to descend.

Harry knew that he couldn't just leave both of his friends down there and, although he could no longer see Draco, he descended in the same place and soon too was swallowed up by the darkness.

A/N Thanks again for reading the chapter! Ron is such an idiot and who knows what's going to be down there? Guess you'll just have to wait til the next chapter! Please review and share :)

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