I'm updating this story and a lot of my other Harry Potter fanfics. I took forever updating them. If you enjoy my DBZ fanfics, they'll be updated next especially DBZ Kindergarten.

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The next day, they were heading to the train with Sirius (in dog form) tagging along. Sirius seemed to be excited at being outside once more and he managed to act like a dog perfectly, which Ron expected as Sirius and he had gone out quite a bit so acting like a dog was a walk in the park. The only time he even didn't act like a dog was when he placed his paws on Harry's shoulders, which Molly told him off for. Ron felt like it would be appropriate to give the man a kiss, but it would look weird to anybody around them and suspicious to any the others.

On the train, they attended a quick meeting with other prefects (to his annoyance Malfoy was one too). After the meeting was over, they managed to find seats with Luna, Neville, and Harry. He wasn't too eager to sit with Harry, but he had no choice. He sat beside Neville and ignored Harry.

"Hey Ron. I heard you and Hermione made prefect." Neville said holding some sort of plant.

"Yeah we did."

"Interesting choice." said Luna from behind her magazine.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron glared at Luna.

"It's just Harry's…"

"Neville, what's that you've got there?" Ron said quickly, not caring to hear her opinion. He felt he would snap if he heard something about how Harry should have been prefect. 'I don't need her to remind me how great that fucker is.'

"My great uncle sent it to me for my birthday." Neville said quickly, noticing Ron's discomfort at the subject. He then began talking all about the plant exactly, which Ron was used to. He had been hanging around Neville for a good while so there was no doubt he would talk about a plant with so much enthusiasm. He was glad Luna had dropped whatever she was saying and went back to reading.

Once everyone had gotten off the train, Ron ate a little before helping Hermione with the first year students. He felt a little bad that Harry wasn't a prefect too, but with all the attention he was getting it was a nice change. Deep down he felt like Harry had earned it more than him, but quickly brushed it off. Afterwards, he went upstairs only to find Seamus arguing with Harry.

"What's with all the yelling?" Ron asked confused.

"Harry's having a go at my mother!" Seamus said looking furious.

"Your mother seemed pretty cool when we met her. Harry wouldn't do something like that." Ron said sticking up for Harry, although it surprised him that he was doing it.

"That's before she started believing every word the Daily Prophet says about me." Harry snapped.

"Oh." Ron wasn't too sure what to say next.

"You know what? He's right, I don't want to share a dormitory with him anymore. He's a madman."

"Don't call him that! He's not a madman."

"Oh, so you believe everything he says then?"

"Of course I do. He…" Ron had started to say that Harry was his best friend, but quickly cut himself off. He couldn't even say they were good friends anymore. "…he wouldn't lie about something like that. You're mighty stupid if you think so, too!"

"Well then you're crazy too!" Seamus scoffed.

"You'd better watch who you're talking to. I'm a prefect now, so watch yourself pal." Seamus looked as if he wanted to say something more, but closed his mouth, hopped into bed, and closed the curtains around his bed furiously. "Anyone else's parents got anything against Harry?"

"No way. I'm not stupid enough to tell my folks about anything going on around here." said Dean.

"My grandma says it's all rubbish anyway and she knew he'd come back one day." said Neville. "We're behind you Harry."

After that, Ron seemed satisfied with those answers and began putting away his things. Stupid Seamus and his mother…who were they to judge Harry or Dumbledore? They'd see for sure that Voldemort was back and make everyone else look like fools. Right as he was putting away his socks, it suddenly dawned on him that he had been on Harry's side for the first time in months. There was no doubt that Harry noticed. Could their friendship be rekindled through this? He hoped Harry would say something.

The next day came and Seamus was the first one out, most likely avoiding any contact with Harry. Dean told Harry to not worry about it and was about to say something more about Seamus, but cut himself off thus leaving silence in the dorm room. Pretty soon Dean left too. Neville tried telling Harry not to worry about it, but it didn't seem to make Harry feel any better.

"Well we'd better get downstairs." Ron commented after Neville had left.

As they were heading out of the door, they ran into Hermione. She looked worriedly at the raven. "What's wrong, Harry? You look…oh for heaven's sake!"

She looked up at the notice board, frowning. Fred and George were advertising for part time applicants, most likely for testing their little experiments they hoped to sell one day in their joke shop. Where one earth did they get the money anyways?

"We have to do something about this."

"Good luck with that." said Ron, knowing full well that the twins wouldn't listen to Hermione even if she paid them.

"You and I are going to talk to them." Hermione said glaring at Ron.

"M-me!? Why?"

"Because we're prefects, Ron! We have to make sure everyone obeys the rules, even your brothers. Besides, someone could get hurt. Your brothers aren't exactly experts or licensed to do any of this."

Ron pouted, not really wanting to stop his brothers from doing their thing. However, he knew Hermione drag him in on it.

"Anyway, what's up with you, Harry? You look upset."

"Seamus thinks Harry's lying about You-Know-Who." Ron spoke up for Harry.

"Really? Lavender said the same thing just about." Hermione sighed.

"So you've been talking behind my back about whether or not I'm lying, have you?" Harry said bitterly.

"No." Hermione said calmly. "I told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you actually. It would be nice if you stop jumping down our throats, because if you haven't noticed, we're on your side."

They were quiet for a moment until Harry mumbled sorry.

"It's alright." She smiled. "We'd better get going."

"Right." said Ron.

Suddenly Hermione placed her arms around her friends and gave them a squeeze. "You know, it feels nice with the three of us again and getting along."

'Get your arm off him or else I'm going to break it!' Ron fought back the urge to say so. "Um…right…"

Ron felt Harry look at him. Ron couldn't bring himself to look into Harry's eyes. His cheeks turned a little red so he cleared his throat and suggested that they hurry up and get going. Hermione happily agreed and made certain that they sat together with Hermione between them. Breakfast was pretty quiet with Ron not knowing what to say to at all. Suddenly an owl came down and landed in front of Hermione. It had the Daily Prophet. Hermione dropped a knut inside the pouch and then the bird flew off.

"Why are you buying that?" asked Harry frowning at the sight of the paper.

"To see what the enemy's saying about you and Dumbledore." Hermione said as she began reading the paper.

"Makes sense in a way." said Ron.

"Nothing about you today." sighed Hermione. "It's a good thing, but it won't be long before it does."

"Shit. Potions today." Ron scowled at his schedule.

"Ron!" Hermione frowned at his language.

"Sorry, but I can't help it! Look at this thing." Ron sighed. They even had that Umbridge woman and History today. There was something about that woman that made him uncomfortable. "I wish we didn't have to go. Fred and George still aren't done with those skiving snack boxes."

"Do my ears deceive me?" said Fred sliding in next to Harry. "Surely the prefects aren't trying to skip out on lessons?"

"Look what we have today. I'd rather skip than go to any classes today."

"Fair point. I'll tell you what. You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you want."

"Cheap, hm?" Ron raised a brow. "Why's it so cheap?"

"Well it makes your nose bleed a lot and we haven't got the antidote for it yet." answered George.

"Thanks, but I'll take the lessons instead. Sounds less dangerous." Ron rolled his eyes. "Besides there's no risk of me bleeding to death."

"Speaking of your little projects…" Hermione then began to scold the twins about their advertisement on the notice board. Ron pretended to be more interested in the bits of his food than their conversation. To be honest, he was all for their little business as it could actually benefit him in the long run.

Once the twins had gone off, Hermione sighed. "Those two, I swear…how do you think they got the money for their business?"

"Who knows?" shrugged Ron. "They even got me a new set of dress robes this summer and I don't know how they got them. It's weird. Maybe they got in on Mundungus's business."

"No, I don't think so. You know your mother would wring their necks if they did that."

"Well then where would they get it from then?" The ginger was suspicious. If they weren't in on the Mundungus's business, how did they have the money? The twins could be sneaky when they wanted to, so there was a possibility that they could be working with him behind their mothers back.

"Do you reckon this year is going to be hard like they said?" interrupted Harry.

"We have OWLs this year so I would think so." said Hermione.

Ron thought about saying something, but felt something pecking his hand. It was a gray owl that Ron recognized as Sirius's owl. Harry and Hermione were still talking so Ron quickly took the letter from the owl and slipped off to read it. Once he got away, he read it.

Dear Ron,

Molly was really pissed about what happened yesterday. I couldn't help it, ya know? I just wanted to see Harry and you off. I don't think anybody got suspicious, but Molly claims I practically gave myself away. Do you think I did? I hope not. If no one noticed anything, I should be safe and maybe I can even go out more. If not that's pretty crappy.

So far, it's really boring here without you. I wish you were here to keep me company like before. Your folks went back home not that they were a lot of fun to hang around. While I do like your parents, I can't really talk about the things we talked about. I can't even converse with my brother…

'Brother? Oh, he must be referring to Lupin.'

…like that. We still talk and stuff, but he's not the kind of person you talk to about certain things.

Ron couldn't help but to wonder what he was talking about. Was he referring to escaping or something else? He would have no way of knowing until holiday.

They will still meet here every now and then…

'The Order of course.' thought Ron.

…but it doesn't matter. I don't care what your mom says, I'm lonely here. I wish I could do something or, heck, even come to Hogwarts with you and Harry. It's beyond boring here like I said before. If I could, I'd rather be a student than a hermit. Who knows when I'll be able to walk outside again?

I should run off and come join you guys. I remember when I was in Hogsmeade. It was rough, but it's better than hanging with that asshole house elf all day, which I haven't gotten desperate enough to do yet. Who knows? I might actually go that far if I get bored enough. I wish polyjuice was available for me to take. From what I've read it takes months to prepare the stuff, so that's obviously out of the question.

Well I guess I'd better get going and not keep you from doing school work or whatever you're doing about now. Fill me in on everything you can as soon as you can, alright? I look forward to hear from you and Harry.

Your's Truly

Samatha

At first Ron was confused at the signature of the letter, but decided to let it go as soon he had it figured. He was probably going under the name to disguise the fact that it was himself writing just in case like he had with Harry. Ron decided that he was going to write Sirius as soon as time allowed. He quickly placed the letter in a safe place with his things and headed off to class. On his way there, he briefly saw Cho talking with Harry. He glared at her, his jealous side showing again.

His first notion was to bump into her or send her a glare that would tell her to fuck off. However he fought back the feeling and headed to class. As he sat down next to Neville, he angrily wondered why he had not done anything to scare her off from Harry. No matter what he argued about himself about, Harry and Cho were probably going to end up together now (despite a part of himself knowing he was over thinking it).

Potions was as it was usually was: Snape being an ass towards Harry. As he headed down to lunch with Neville (who was babbling on about plants or something), he was thinking of what to send Sirius. He didn't want to add the fact that Snape was being a jerk. Sirius might come up to the school or do something stupid. Maybe something interesting would pop up. As he pretended to listen to Neville, he felt himself feeling jealous again as he watched Hermione chat with Harry and noticed she had her hand on his.

'Why couldn't it have been me in that spot?' Ron wanted to slap her for touching him. 'Why does she have to be so smart and kind and nurturing and…and…a female of all things. If him and Cho don't get together…'

'No! I won't let them!' Ron was ready to break something.

"…maybe my grandma will get me one for Christmas!" said Neville before Ron could do anything.

"Huh? What? Oh sorry. I blanked out. What were you saying?"

"I was just talking about that Swedish plant I mentioned earlier…are you okay?"

"Yes, fine! Fine!" the ginger turned red. "Tell me again what you were saying."

Neville was a little concerned, but decided to continue. Things were difficult to pry out of Ron, so he just gave up on asking if something was wrong if he thought Ron was upset about something a long time ago. Lunch continued as usual with Ron being eager to get to the next class so he could hurry up and get the day over with already.