temp Part 6

A/N—Blah. That is all.

"Percy?" Ron sputtered. "What are you doing here?"
Percy's face paled as he gasped at Ron with wide eyes.
"Ron?" he squeaked. "You're—you're alive?" His eyes were popping from his head and his skin was pale under his freckles.
"Of course I'm alive, you prat, what would I be? Dead?" Ron rolled his eyes at his brother.
Percy's face fell. He sank down on the couch next to Hermione.
"Why oh why did I ever believe them?" His face was in his hands.
"Who?" questioned Hermione.
"Fred and George. I was walking along a street in Muggle London when I passed by them. Fred suddenly puts on a crestfallen face he says, 'Didn't you hear, Percy? Ron's dead,'. 'Ron's dead?' I said. Fred and George just nodded solemnly. After ten years, you'd think they'd grown up."
"Percy, you know better than to believe anything Fred and George tell you," Harry said with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
Percy leapt up. "Well, if you're all right, I really must be leaving," he said pompously. Ron thought he sounded rather like his old self.
"Why?" asked Ron puzzled.
"I'm here on business, Ron, I've got to get back," responded Percy, annoyed with Ron's seeming insolence, as if expecting Ron to realise this 'obvious'.
"Well—all right," said Ron standing up. He reached for Percy's hand. "See you again sometime."
Percy looked startled and slightly distant. He probably hadn't expected Ron to be so warm after so many years. "All right—again," he repeated. Percy let go of his hand and Disapperated.
Ron looked and Harry and Hermione. "What was that all about? Why was Percy so concerned over me?"
Harry looked at Hermione before he spoke. "Percy took it very hard when you're family practically forced him to move. He had always been kind of attached to you, Ron."
"Me?" said Ron stunned. "Well, he never showed it before."
Harry just sighed. "I've got to get back to my flat," Harry raised his wand to Disapperate.
"Wait, Harry, what about the box? Aren't you going to go get it?"
Harry shot an exasperated look at Hermione before replying. "I can't Ron, I've got a date."
"A date?" said Ron increduously. "You can't get out of a date for me? This could change my life, Harry!"
"I'm sorry, Ron, it's with Angelina. You understand, it's only for one more night."
Ron was very angry. "Fine, go ahead Harry."
Harry shot another exasperated look at Hermione before Disapperating.
"We know where your priorities lie," muttered Ron under his breath.
"I'll sleep on the couch if you want, Ron," Hermione said in small voice.
"No, Hermione, it's okay," Ron heaved a large sigh. "I'm fine."
"I don't know if I want to sleep with a fifteen year old boy!" Hermione laughed.
Ron frowned slightly. Ever since he found out Hermione knew his true story, she had been acting funny around him.
"As off as it is, Herm, I'm going to miss some of this," Ron said, blushing.
"What are you going to miss, Ron?" she asked innocently.
"Namely? Being married to you," Ron turned brick red.
"Really?" asked Hermione surprised.
"It's been—nice," he finished lamely.

Harry returned the next morning with a small box clutched under his arm. "Here it is," he said breathlessly.
"Okay," said Hermione taking charge. "Look for any reference to time or Ron."
After leafing through piles of papers for several minutes, Ron turned up nothing in his stack. Harry sighed and shook his head. Ron looked pleadingly at Hermione.
"There's got to be something," she said shuffling through her pile again. "Wait, here's something that might work."
Ron peered over Hermione's shoulder at the piece of paper she was holding. "Swift-Time Charm," he read.
Harry looked as though a light had gone on in his head. "Oi!" he shouted.
"What is it, Harry?" asked Ron, almost tumbling out the chair he was sitting in.
"That's one of the charms they were working on in the office. You know Committee for Experimental Charms. It has to do with speeding up the progression of time in regard to an object. I've got all the information in my old office."
"Well let's go there, Harry!" proclaimed Ron grabbing his wand, preparing to Disapperate.
"Wait, Ron," said Hermione turning to Harry. "What has that got to do with Ron's problem?"
"I don't know, Herm," replied Harry. "But it's worth a look, isn't it?"
"I suppose so, Harry. Together then?" Harry and Ron both nodded. "One, two, three!" and on three, the three friends Disapperated.
In Harry's office (they hadn't cleaned it out yet) Harry rifled through a small black filing cabinet in the corner of the dark office. "Aha!" he proclaimed holding up a dusty manila folder.
"'The Swift-Time Charm has been an utter failure,'" he read. "'Several variations of the charm, Latisgoesoa, have been tried in this case. Some of them include Latisgisuoa, Latikgoesoa, and Latistyiop (which has caused an odd effect on the mice we were speeding up. It seems the mice regressed backwards in time, as though they had already been sent ahead by another spell)—'
"That's it!" cried Harry. "That's how you can get back, Ron!"
Ron was hesitant. "But the charm failed, Harry."
"But not at regressing time, Ron! That one worked."
Hermione looked ready to burst into tears. "And you can go home, Ron!"
Ron was feeling very apprehensive. What if he just got stuck somewhere else in time? "What will I do when I get back? It'll be over a fortnight later!"
"No it won't, Ron," said Hermione. "I did a little more research on that Time-Transfer spell. It said something to the effect of time is sped up for the person affected. Time in their present will have only passed a few minutes if they ever get back."
"So, what do I do?" asked Ron apprehensively.
"Just say the charm, Ron, and see if it works," Harry said eagerly.
Ron turned to face Harry. "Well, Harry, I suppose this is it," Harry nodded. "Goodbye," he said shaking Harry's hand.
Ron faced Hermione now. She had small tears in her eyes. "Goodbye, Ron," she whispered softly.
"Now no more 'tricks' in bed, now, you hear?" Ron said bitterly.
Hermione smiled, trying to keep the tears from spilling.
Ron cupped her face in his hands and gave her a swift kiss on the lips. It felt good, and it would be a while before could do that again.
With tears pouring down her face (Hermione's pregnant, so she's emotional—okay?) Hermione hugged Ron briefly before returning him to the middle of the office.
Ron gripped his wand tightly. He was scared.
"Ahem," Ron cleared his throat in preparation for the big moment. "LATISTYIOP!" he bellowed, holding the wand tightly in his fist.
Nothing happened.
Ron dropped his hand to the side in despair. "Nothing happened," he said frustrated.
"No!" cried Hermione. "Look!"
Ron looked down at his hand where Hermione was pointing. It was turning funny. It was…
"It's disappearing!" shouted Harry.
His hand disappeared. Then his arm and feet and legs, until all that remained was his head.
"Goodbye, Harry; goodbye, Hermione," Ron called as his head disappeared.
A funny jolting feeling pulled him from around the area where his stomach should have been. Ron felt completely invisible. The room had vanished, only to be replaced by a swirling green light that gave the distinct impression of going backwards.
Ron felt his body pulled this way and that. He was sore all over.
"Oof!" Ron landed with a thud.
He stared around. The familiar glow of the dying fire and the comfortable red plush armchairs brought him back to earth. Ron was back at Hogwarts.

A/N—Dun, dun, dun! Ron's baaaaack. Part 7, the conclusion to our saga basically explains everything that hasn't been explained thus far. From here, the humour virtually disappears, but IT'S STILL GOOD, DARN IT! :-) LOL…make sure you catch Part 7 this weekend. Heck, I might even have an epilogue! Hahaha…I dunno what else to say…sorry if it seems a little short. PLEASE R/R!!!!

Disclaimer—So, I went looking for Hogwarts the other day. Wasn't there. Looked Ron up in the telephone directory. Wasn't there. Searched and searched for my wand. Wasn't there—then I hit myself! DUH! I can't find these things because THEY'RE NOT MINE! I bet JKR knows EXACTLY where Hogwarts is…and Ron…and her WAND!