Chapter 10

Seeing Ron Again

Harry slowly walked down the stairs. His anger was about to explode. He really wanted to fight Voldemort and finish the war. But right now, Harry thought Voldemort was chicken. He realized then it was a stupid thought. Now Harry thought about how the next fight would be. He knew he'd be ready.

Kristy grabbed Harry by the hand and they walked to Snape's classroom. Kristy sighed, "I'm hungry."

"So let's get food."

"Not now," Kristy said, "I kinda want to play around with you for a little bit."

"With me?" Harry asked stupidly as he watched Kristy lick her lips seductively.

"No," Kristy snorted, "I'll play with Voldamort," Harry made a weird face and Kristy said shrilly, "Of course with you."

Harry took a step toward her and whispered in her ear, "I just wanted to make sure."

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Dumbledore placed his hand gently on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione looked at her headmaster and sadly said, "I want him back."

"I now," Dumbledore said, "Everybody wants him back."

"Is there a chance he won't wake up?" She asked fearfully. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to survive without Harry.

"I wish I could answer that, but what Voldemort has done to Harry, I'm not familiar with."

"I need Harry back. I love him too much, he can't die." She sniffled.

"All you need to do is have faith in him," Dumbledore said, "Harry will pull through this."

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Harry was holding Kristy close to him as they walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, nobody body was there. If there would've been, Harry knew he would have to fight. "Keep watch," Harry said, "Make sure no one comes. I'll quickly get the food."

Kristy nodded and kissed Harry, "I'll be waiting for you sweetie."

Harry walked to the fridge and opened it up. He looked around and saw some fried chicken. There was some chopped liver, but Harry didn't take it. When it comes to chopped liver, Harry thought Voldemort and Snape were worse than it. He grabbed a couple pieces and dropped it in the bag he had. He opened a door and took out some potato salad and strawberries. Harry grabbed a gallon of pumpkin juice and then walked up to Kristy.

They walked hand in hand to the prefect's bathroom. "I hate eating in here," Kristy said, "But it is a very safe place."

Kristy turned on the bathtub faucets and waited for the bathtub to fill. It took a few minutes and when it was filled, Kristy said, "I want to have a very fun bath tonight."

Harry agreed with her as he chewed on some cold chicken. For a few minutes, there was silence as both were busy with their food. Harry broke the ice when he asked, "So what do you think of Qiddich?"

"Oh," Kristy said, "I like to watch it, but I really haven't thought about it."

Suddenly the door was kicked open. Ron walked in with Dean and Neville following him. Harry glared at his guests and snapped, "Don't you ever believe in knocking?"

Ron unsheathed a sword and threw it at Harry. Harry screamed in pain as it hit him in the shoulder. Dean and Neville grabbed Harry and held him place so he was unable to move. Ron walked up to Harry and pulled the sword out. Harry gritted his teeth as pain spasmodically shot irksomely throughout his upper part of the body. Ron grabbed Harry by the wounded shoulder. Harry screamed in Agony.

Ron nodded at Dean and Neville and both pushed Harry into the big bathtub that was filled with water. "So sexy," Ron asked as he took a couple of steps toward Kristy, "Still a virgin?"

"No," Kristy said without thinking.

"That sucks," Ron said, "You know, Hermione does give a great blow job, but the sex with her, I've gotten used to and it's getting boring. You wanna teach me some new tricks?"

"Leave us be," Harry snarled getting out of the bath tub.

He kicked Neville in the groin and grabbed his sword. Neville backed away from Harry and slipped only to fall into the bath. Dean unsheathed his sword and took a step toward Harry. Dean didn't notice, but with a flick of the sword, Harry stabbed Dean. Dean felt weak and looked at his chest. Blood was oozing out of a cut. Ron backed away in fear as he saw Dean fall to the floor.

Neville jumped on Harry's beck and grabbed his neck putting him in a headlock. Harry flipped Neville over and stabbed him in the heart killing him. Ron looked at Harry, now with anger. Ron raised his sword and angrily took a swipe at Harry. He blocked it and took a stab at Ron. Ron blocked it.

Harry blocked another and punched Ron in the face. Ron staggered back a couple of steps and shook his head surprised. Harry jumped toward Ron and tried to stab Ron. Ron blocked it with such force; both swords fell to the floor with a loud clang. Ron kicked Harry, but Harry grabbed Ron's foot blocking it.

Harry twisted Ron's ankle. Kristy made a grossed out face, when she heard a crack. Ron fell to the floor, his face paled as he felt the intense pain. Harry picked up the sword from the floor and stabbed Ron killing him. Kristy ran up to him and hugged him tightly. He heard and felt her sobbing into his shirt. "I'm okay," Harry said.

But from his wounded shoulder and the strain of fighting Harry passed out in Kristy's arms. He awoke hours later and noticed he had no shirt on. He felt bandages on his shoulder. "I stole the from the hospital wigg," Kristy mused.

"Thanks," Harry said, "That was very nice of you."

"You know I'll do anything for you."

Kristy handed Harry his shirt. He thanked her again and put it on. He stood up wincing in pain. "Where are you going?" Kristy asked.

"I need to finish off what Voldemort started fifteen years ago."

"You are in no shape to go. I will not allow it."

"I have to."

"You're injured."

"It is my destiny to fight him," He argued. He understood why Kristy didn't want him to fight. But he knew she wouldn't understand why Voldemort's death would mean so much to him.

"But not in this shape."

"If not now, when?"

"Obviously when you get better!" Kristy said, "I don't know, what I'd do if you would die fighting Voldemort."

"I can't go on like this. Everyday I think about my parents and Sirius. Why they had to die? Why I was saved? Why it had to be me and not some one else? Hundreds of questions run through my head. Some I know the answer to, but most not. It isn't the greatest thing, having nightmares practically every night. With Voldemort still alive, I have no peace. This is my chance to change what's happening."

"I see I'm getting no where in telling you off. I just don't want to lose you."

"I'm always going to be there," Harry said kissing Kristy. He walked out of the prefect's bathroom slightly limping. Kristy watched Harry leave the bathroom as she silently cried.