Harry opened his eyes to familiar surroundings; he was in the hospital wing, again. He groaned as he sat up a bit and let his eyes scan around the room. Madame Pomfrey was on the other end of the room, bustling around some younger boy with purple blotches around his face. A few beds down was someone else whose face had been covered in fur. Harry smiled as he remembered the time in second year when Hermione had accidentally turned herself into a cat almost. His eyes continued to travel the room and across a few more beds when he finally turned his head and jumped a few inches in the air. Sitting right next to his bed was none other than Dumbledore. Harry put his hand to his chest, and when his heart beat finally got back down to normal, he spoke, "Professor, what are you doing here?"

"Madame Pomfrey alerted me when you were found in a hallway, unconscious. She thought that their might have been an attack, but there were no bruises or cuts or marks, so she thought that you might have passed out again, and called me."

"Oh, ok then."

Harry looked at Dumbledore. His eyes were less bright than usual, and Harry could see that there was a hidden question in them. "I did pass out sir, it was my scar again, but this time, I think, I was in Voldemort's head again."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, who nodded for him to continue, "I was at a Dark Revel, and they were initiating a new Death Eater. I didn't catch who it was though, they were all wearing masks."

Harry heard Dumbledore let out a long breath, he sounded old, old and tired. "It's ok Harry; we know who the new recruit is. Draco Malfoy was found walking into the castle late last night, his mask in hand. I lifted his sleeve and the Dark Mark was fresh."

Harry let out a sigh of relief, followed by a wave of guilt. He can't believe he had thought, even for one fleeting seconds, that he had even considered it would have been Ron. Ron was his best friend, he had been there through everything, and he hated the Death Eater scum almost as much as Harry did. "So, Professor, can I go back to my dorm now?"

"In a moment Harry, let Madame Pomfrey check you over and then you can go."

Harry waited as the Medi-witch looked him over and shoved some potion down his throat, one question still lingering in his mind. If Ron wasn't a Death Eater, than why was he sneaking about with one all of the time?

He ran out of the Hospital Wing as fast as he could when he was deemed healthy and ready to go. He sprinted up towards Gryffindor tower, tripping a few times on the trick steps that he was forgetting in his hurry, and was told by the Fat Lady guarding the entrance to the tower that he needed to slow down and catch his breath before she would let him in.

When he finally got into the tower he looked around the common room, searching for the bright red hair, but it was no where to be seen. He quickly ran towards the dorm's, hoping to find him there. When he got to the door, he caught his breath, not wanting to look worn out and exhausted, after all, he might need to do some yelling later, and he wanted to be able to get as much air in his lungs as he might need. He opened the door and looked around. Thankfully, Ron was sitting on his bed, doing some sort of essay. Harry watched as he looked up and smiled slightly, "Hey Harry."

Harry began to walk over to Ron bed, and unceremoniously plopped down beside him. "Hey Ron. What are you doing?"

Ron looked up at him, disgust written across his face, "Potions essay."

Harry gave him a sympathetic look, "Sorry."

A few moments passed by in an awkward silence, something that rarely happened. Finally, Harry got up the courage to begin the conversation he knew he had to have, "So, how is the Transfiguration project with going?"

Ron looked up from his scribbles long enough to nod, "Good."

Harry nodded his head a bit too, "Good."

Harry watched as Ron went back to his essay, "So, Ron, I was wondering, can I ask you something?"

Ron looked back up at Harry and put his essay aside, his brows furrowed, "Sure Harry, what?"

Harry avoided Ron's gaze and took in a deep breath, "What is going on with you and Blaise? It has to be more than just the transfiguration project."

Ron let out a shaky laugh, "Harry, nothing is going on. Were just doing the project, why would you think something is going on?"

"Because I don't understand why you would be sneaking around, meeting him in the Room of Requirement late at night. I saw you last night."

Ron let out a deep breath, "Harry, you wouldn't want to know."

"Of course I would Ron; I want to know why you are sneaking around with scum of the earth Death Eaters!"

Ron's face grew red at an incredibly fast rate, "DON'T YOU CALL HIM THAT!"

Harry furrowed his brows in confusion; Ron was acting strange, very strange. "Ron, what is going on? There is something you are defiantly not telling me. I already lost Hermione, and I don't want to loose you too, so just please, tell me what the hell you are doing."

Harry watched as Ron seemed to debate in his head about what to do. His eyes were glued to the center point of the comforter and he wasn't blinking. Finally, about five minutes later, he looked back at Harry, and took in a deep breath, "Harry, I'm gay."