A/N hello! It's that time of the week again! And no I am not J.K Rowling… I own none of this (but if Ron was available I would happily take him…)

The awakening

4th June 1998

"You're ready?" Draco swallowed and nodded. At least Healer Nelson would be there to help. Suddenly a high pitched noise bounced around the room.

"Oh darn, I'm sorry Draco, you're going to have to do this without me. There's been an emergency."

Draco's eyes were wide as Healer Nelson rushed out of the door, and downstairs.

"Okay. I can do this. Right Weasley." Draco raised his wand, and cleared his mind, focusing on the spell.

"De morte ad vitam,a tenebris ad lucem. De morte ad vitam, a tenebris ad lucem. DE MORTE AD VITAM, A TENEBRIS AD LUCEM!"

Draco was shaking from the effort of the spell. He collapsed on the chair next to the bed. Ron still hadn't moved. No change had been made to his condition. There were no other spells that would stop the effects of the spell working on Weasley…

"FINITE INCANTATUM!" Draco fell back into the chair. "Damnit Weasley! Just, just be alive! PLEASE!"

Draco leant his head into his hands. Small tears slid slowly down his cheeks. "Of all the people I couldn't save, it had to be Weasley. What would he say if he knew his death was my fault?"

"Probably, 'I'll get you back for this Malfoy. Prepare to be haunted like never before." Draco jumped at the voice, yelling. Ron was sitting up in the bed, a small smile on his face.

"What the hell Weasley!? I thought you were dead! DEAD! You can't just sneak up on people like that! You nearly gave me a sodding heart attack!" Ron's grin widened. Draco's jaw set, his face serious.

"I'll go and get your family." He swept out of the room, glaring at Ron as he went.

Draco walked slowly down the stairs, and into the small sitting room.

"We… we heard you…" Ginny looked up at Draco as he entered. Tears slid down everyone's cheeks as they looked up, to see Draco's serious face.

"He's… he's alive." Draco smiled, and everyone gasped, grinning and hugging each other. "And still just as much a prat as he was before."

All of the Weasleys rushed up the stairs, patting Draco on the back as they went. Harry and Hermione left last.

"Well done Draco." Whispered Hermione; pulling Draco into a hug. Harry smiled and nodded.

"Thank you. You saved him."

Ron looked up as his family walked in. Ginny ran to the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her brother.

"I love you Ginny. I've finally finished the sentence." Ginny cried into Ron's shoulder a moment, before pulling back, so he could talk to the others. George and Charlie both jumped on the bed, wrapping their arms around their baby brother. A cough was heard from the door. Everyone turned to see Draco leaning against the doorframe.

"I'm sorry to ask you to leave for a moment, but I've already saved Wea- Ronald once today, and he was a prat after that, I don't want to have to do that again." There was serious sadness in Draco's eyes at this. "I need to check my patient."

Slowly the Weasleys trickled out of the room, all patting Ron on the back as they left.

"Why are you here?" Draco looked at Ron, confusion clouding the grey eyes.

"I'm tending to my patient." Draco replied, continuing to collect his kit from the box.

"No. Why did you agree to help me? Why are you a healer's assistant?"

Draco turned to Ron.

"I am helping you because you are my patient. I am a healer's assistant because I have to do good, to… make up for my past." Draco sighed, his face softening, "At my trial they said I had do help the community, and I chose to save lives. In hopes that I could forgive myself…"

Ron nodded; his face serious. Draco swallowed, "you're going to need to speak to a mental healer once a week, for a few weeks, just to make sure. But for now, do you have any questions?"

Draco sat in the chair by the bed. "What have you got time for?" Ron asked, smiling.

"Enough."

"Do you think you could answer my questions?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "Try me."

"What do you know… of people over the age of 11… doing accidental magic." Ron looked down briefly, to hear Draco chuckle lightly.

"I would say I'm not surprised. You have always been more, let's say, fiery and emotional." Ron raised his head; and eyebrows, "You have been through shit, I'm not going to lie. It's going to have some affect." Ron looked confused, so Draco sighed and tried to explain.

"You are stressed and upset and angry and… and… probably feeling every emotion possible. The lack of control of your emotions is externalising itself, as a lack of control over your magic."

"Impossible," Ron smiled, "I can't be feeling all of those emotions. I only have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

Draco checked Ron's pulse, and blood pressure, before checking in his eyes for pupil reaction.

"How are you feeling? Do you think you can handle visitors?" Draco asked, straightening up. Ron grinned, "I would love visitors." He exclaimed. Draco frowned slightly. "I'll just tell those two brothers of yours to be… gentle." And with that Draco swept out on to the landing, where the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were waiting.

Ron sat back in the bed, a soft smile on his face. He was back. He was safe. As the door began to open again, he had already slipped into the comforting arms of sleep.

A/N HI! Sorry but I REALLY want to know what you want to happen next, because I want you to want to read this… if that made sense, and I'm have a small issue of writers block :O

The other week I told you all about my tumblr… sorry but there was a small typo- it's warlock not warklock… I know…

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