I got all caught up in the fan fiction spirit again! Hope you like! He he, I'm totally enjoying myself!

Chapter 13

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named

That night, Ron went looking for Malfoy. He wanted to discover once and for all what was going on, and he wanted to put a stop to it. He was on a rampage. Fueled by anger and fear, anger directed at Malfoy, and fear of losing his dearest friend, Hermione. Ron didn't see Harry in front of him, and hardly noticed when he ran straight into him.

"Hey Ron, where are you…?" But Ron was already gone. He was determined to find what he was looking for. "Nice to see you too mate." Harry said sarcastically.

Harry had been doing a lot of thinking lately about Voldemort and the deatheaters. This whole year, their activity had been at an all time low. He hadn't even given them a thought until Rita Skeeter wrote an article for the Daily Prophet titled, "Is HE Dead Again?"

Harry was getting really worried now, his friends were acting so strangely, Hermione was gone all the time, and when she was around, she was like a zombie. Dead to the world. Ron seemed more angry than usual, too. Magdalena had near completely abandoned the whole group she was so happy to hang out with at the beginning of the school year. Neville was completely absorbed in his studies. Everyone had changed so much, and the year was not half over.

He's got to be planning something, thought Harry, but what? What are they doing now?

Harry was totally perplexed. There had been no signs of ill doing, not even his scar was showing any symptoms of evil afoot. Voldemort doesn't just stop, he thought, he's got to be planning something.

Harry was wondering through the halls, on the way to his common room, talking to himself and looking very odd when Malfoy spotted him. He yelled out, "Hey Potter, do you think you can walk a straight line? Let's hope you'll be able to fly straight for the quidditch match tomorrow!" Malfoy laughed and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, joined him in loud unnecessary laughter.

Since Magdalena had stopped spending time with him and his friends, Harry felt no need to keep his promise to be nice to Malfoy at a time like this. He asked him point blank, "What are you doing, Malfoy? I know something's going on, and I'm almost positive you're involved."

Malfoy looked at Harry; he honestly had no idea what he was talking about. Draco had been given a clean slate, all of the business about deatheaters was behind him, and he had been under the imperious curse. This was, of course, a touchy subject for him.

"What the devil are you jawing about Potter?" He didn't even try to sneer, he wanted Harry to see the sincere look on his face, and he wanted Harry to know that if something was going on, that he was taking no part in it.

Harry looked hard at him. His expression really was quite blank. The evil Malfoy Harry knew would take any opportunity to talk about how great friends he and Voldemort were, but not this Malfoy. Could he have been telling the truth? Harry himself had seen that he was unable to kill Dumbledore…

"Ok Malfoy, you'll get by this time, but believe me. If something is going on, I will find out, I always do."

Malfoy and his friends kept walking, Harry once again set off for the common room.

Harry walked up the stairwell to the portrait of the fat lady, and he said the new password, "Figglemumpkins". He stepped into the room and he saw Ginny sitting in a chair facing the fireplace.

"Hey, where's Ron?" Harry asked as he sat down in the adjacent chair.

"I don't know, I thought he was with you," she said, "he's not missing is he?" She looked scared. Ginny knew what it was like to be "missing". Her first year at Hogwarts, she had be missing almost the whole year. Not literally, but in a way.

Harry quickly responded, "No I'm sure he's fine. He just ran into me in the hall and I haven't seen him since."

"Well Harry, you are best friends, it's natural that you would see each other in the hall."

"Not what I meant," Harry said, "He plowed right into me without as much as a hello. I'm worried about him, to tell you the truth. Him and Hermione too; something weird is going on with both of them.

Ginny looked at Harry softly, "I'm sure they're fine Harry. It's your last year here; maybe they're just nervous about graduating. I know Ron has a right to be with his grades!"

They both laughed, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Hey Ginny, I think I'm going to bed. Goodnight, tell Ron I'm looking for him if you see him."

Harry went up to his dormitory, but he didn't go to bed. He opened the trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out his invisibility cloak.

Haha I thought I'd take a break from the soap opera who loves who thing. Hope you like! R&R!