Ron was seething. The little twit had gotten away before he could get anything from her. "Well, at least I have her out of my hair now. Now I can have a respectable pureblood girl" he thought. Underneath his anger he was ecstatic, but he couldn't show this.

Harry on the other hand was questioning himself "would I do that to my best friend". Then suddenly he fell to the ground holding his head in pain. This wasn't the same pain he had had before in his scar, this felt like his brain was being squeezed. The pain so much he screamed out. This caused Ron to turn in alarm thinking that some death eaters or something had caught them. But what he saw only made him annoyed. Harry was fighting the curse that he had placed on him again.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Ron cooed "This would all be a lot easier for you if you just stopped fighting me. The mudblood will be gone, you will have my sister, I will have your fame and we will all be left alone to live out our happy ever afters. Come on mate, its for the best"

"What is going on? What have you done to me?" Harry gasped.

"Nothing that wasn't needed" Ron replied, and before Harry could say anything more, or could stop him Ron re-strengthened the curse.


AN: this is only part of chapter three, thought that it was better to at least upload some. i will upload the rest later...sorry that its not much

AN: thanks to EmmaTwinkle for being my beta and correcting this