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You got wires going in

You got wires coming out of your skin

You got tears making tracks

I got tears that are scared of the facts

Running down corridors

Through automatic doors

Got to get to you

Got to see this through

Athlete - Wires

"School starts soon mate, and it won't be any good without you." Ron brushed a strand of hair from his eyes, grumbling as it flopped back down definitely. He was supposed to get a haircut last week, but he just couldn't bring himself to even complete that menial task. His mother had threatened, on numerous occasions he might add, to chop it off herself, and while that would normally scare him into action, he didn't have the energy to comply with her demands. His bestfriend was lying comotosed in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life, and all she could think about was how bad Ron's hair looked. That wasn't right. Ron would have spiders growing from his head if it meant that Harry got better.

"Hermione was asking about you, she wants you to know that she's been working on a surprise for you, for when you get better." He sighed, his eyes flickering to the dark sky. It was early, far too early to be out of bed, but he couldn't sleep at home, and a small part of him thought he'd get a little bit of peace if he visited the hospital. That part had been very wrong. It hurt, more than anything in the world, to see his mate like that, all those wires attached to different body parts. They had monitors for everything, from his heart, to his brain, to his oxygen levels. Each gave off a steady satisfying beep, all in time with the quiet whir of the ventilator.

If Professor Burbage gave them an essay on muggle medical equipment right there, Ron would've been able to answer it all in a heartbeat. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that he was visiting the hospital in the first place, or the fact that he now knew the name of every single staff member that had interacted with Harry. In fact, he had gotten so good he could predict exactly what the staff were going to say at shift change. He'd even come to a sort of alliance with Annessa and Snape, each taking turns at watching their mate while the other got some well needed sleep. It was supposed to be Snape's turn now, but Ron knew the man had had more than his fair share of vigils, and besides, he'd left yesterday without an explanation. "Come on Harry, don't make me tell Malfoy that you got beaten by a muggle!" A grim smile curled his lips as he thought of that. Malfoy would probably die from laughing so hard. At least it would get rid of him.

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"Please let me go! I'm sorry! I'll never touch him again!"

The man raised his eyebrows, biting off a small portion of dead skin from his thumb. "I know you won't touch him again, you're never going to lay your revolting eyes on him again, apart from in court of course." Every time court or prison were thrown into the conversation, Dursley would turn a magnificent shade of greeny grey, his breathing hitched. Prison was an unforgiving place for the best of people, but those that harmed children were beneath even the sewage in the prison system, and he knew that the inmates wouldn't take kindly to anyone that took joy in beating and violating a defenseless little boy. It sickened the man to think of all that had happened to young Harry, and for so long.

The more he dwelled on it, the worse he wanted to hurt the scum that had harmed the poor child. Breathing out through his nose, he attempted to compose himself. If he killed the worthless thing, justice wouldn't be rightly served. Dursley had to suffer over a long period of time, not just through one night. There was only so much you could do with a limited number of hours, and it was not nearly enough to make it count. "I wonder how that wife of your's is doing, my colleague is sure to be having fun with her." A different colour bloomed on the podgy face, the red illuminating his entire face.

"If you touch my wife I swear to God I'll-"

The man closed the distance between them, tightening his hand around Dursley's throat. "I may not be a religious man Mr. Dursley, but even I cringe at you saying such a sacred name, especially given the circumstances." Releasing the slimeball, he once again wiped his hand clean of the damp sweat that had accumulated on the sorry excuse of a man. The sweet aroma of sweat radiated off Dursley's body, along with the rancid stench of urine. It was disgusting really. Even Harry, who had suffered far worse than his abuser, hadn't had an accident during the day, not that he knew of anyway. "Now where were we?" He picked up the studded belt, pulling it tight between two hands. "I'm going to enjoy this!"

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"I think it's best if you went home love, I bet your parents are wondering where you've gotten to."

That wasn't strictly speaking true. Ron had left a note, and even if he hadn't, his mother would know exactly where he was. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be, except maybe the hairdressers. "I'm fine thanks, and I honestly don't think it's any of your business." The woman tutted disapprovingly at his tone, pushing the cleaning cart further down the hallway. She was the woman that had thrown away the snowglobe. Even Snape had grown to dislike her, especially after she had taken his expensive chocolate because she thought it had gone bad, more likely she ate it herself.

Ron would love to show her exactly what happened to people that stole food in the Weasley household. Maybe Harry could do it with him, when he woke up, if he woke up. It terrified him, the fact that his bestfriend might never be able to play another prank on Malfoy and his posse. It just wasn't fair! He didn't want Harry to die. The boy had been there with him since first year, when Malfoy had tried to turn Harry against him. The boy had been there for him then, so now Ron would repay the favour, even if it meant staying there until his friend died. It was the only way he knew how to make it up to him.

Ron had never had someone close to him die before. All his grandparents showed their faces maybe once a year, and brought presents that even a four year old would turn their nose up at. So when they had popped their clogs, he hadn't even blinked. But Harry was different. Harry a brother in everything except blood, and he just couldn't face the possibility of losing him. There had to be some spell, or potion, that would wake him up. It didn't matter to Ron that he would probably be breaking dozens of wizarding laws, or that he could very much end up in Azkaban. He had to at least try. There was no other option. He had to. For Harry.

A/N: Well that's another chapter done and dusted! Let me know how bad it was with a review ;) If there is anything you'd like to see, or anything that doesn't sit right with you, let me know either through a review or a private message :)

I'm not gonna say when the next one will be up because whenever I do that, it's always late! So I'm just gonna randomly post it whenever I'm next on my laptop!

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