A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long, hope you guys would still enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything¡K¡K.**sigh**
It's one o'clock in the morning, and Ron Weasley is still waiting.
Where is he???? He thought anxiously.
He had left Hermione's 2 hours ago, just so that he can meet Harry again. Usually he
didn¡¦t even bother going home and just slept in the guest room in Hermione¡¦s apartment until the next day.
Ron glanced again at the clock, and then yawned. Outside, he could hear a dog
barking loudly.
Feeling sleepy¡Khe yawned again. Destination: Bed.
He starting walking to his bedroom, just then he heard a thump behind him.
¡§ Jesus Christ!¡¨ Harry groaned, ¡§ That dog downstaris!¡¨
Ron turned around, sure enough, Harry Potter had appeared from his balcony.
¡§ You're late.¡¨ He said simply, as Harry walked in.
¡§ Yeah, thanks to that friendly dog of your neighbor.¡¨
¡§ I thought you would Apparate.¡¨
¡§ Don't want to. Thought I should warm my Firebolt up a little.¡¨
Rom rubs his eyes. ¡§ Okay, what do you want?¡¨ He and Harry sat down on the couch.
¡§What am I going to say to Hermione if I meet her again??¡¨
¡§ God, Harry, you are worse than me. Just tell her that you came back and you love her.¡¨ Ron said, holding back a yawn.
¡§ What if it would make her suffer worse¡K?¡¨
Ron looked up, surprised. The note of sadness in Harry¡¦s voice is undeniable. He suddenly feels fully awake.
¡§ Harry¡K Is there something you're not telling me?¡¨
¡§ No.¡¨ Harry looked away.
¡§ Harry, I was your best friend for eight years, and I still am. Me and Herms understand you more than anyone.¡¨
¡§ ¡K.¡¨
¡§ Look, Harry, the truth¡¦s gotta come out sometime? You know it.¡¨ Ron looked at Harry, determined.
¡§ I can't tell anyone about this¡K I promise myself I won¡¦t.¡¨ Harry finally whispers.
¡§ About what?¡¨
¡§ Voldemort¡K¡¨
¡§ Voldemort?¡¨ Ron nearly jumped a mile. ¡§ What has anything to do with him? He died didn¡¦t he?¡¨
Harry didn¡¦t answer, but looked more sad and guilty.
¡§ Harry? Tell me Voldemort is dead.¡¨ Ron said slowly.
Just say yes, Harry¡K Tell me!
¡§ He's not.¡¨
¡§ What?!¡¨
¡§ He's not dead¡K Voldemort¡K¡¨ He met Ron¡¦s eyes, the look in his emerald eyes tells Ron that Harry's telling the truth.
Ron sank back to the couch¡K The dark lord, alive? For so many years?
¡§ Where is he, then?¡¨ He asked, glancing at Harry.
Harry's expression is unreadable.
¡§ Harry¡K?¡¨
Harry shut his eyes, then opened them, as if somehow gathering courage.
¡§ He lives in me, Ron. I am the reborn of Tom Riddle.¡¨
¡§ He lives in me, Ron, I am the reborn of Tom Riddle.¡¨
Ron's eyes widen.
Harry Potter? The boy who lived? Tom Riddle's reborn?
This is a joke that has gone too far.
¡§ Harry, you are not serious, right?¡¨
Harry smiled sadly.
¡§ Oh god.¡¨ Ron sank lower into the couch. ¡§ What happened?¡¨
¡§ Voldemort lost. In the duel. I lose conscious after I saw him collapsed, because I was also hurt badly,¡¨ Harry closed his eyes again.
¡§ I then woke up later, in a farm house, the muggle farmer found me and took care of me while I was unconscious, he said while I was sleeping he noticed a lot of strange things happening to me, like the scar in my head flashing, almost disappearing, and a strange pattern appearing slowly on my left arm.¡¨ Harry stopped, looking at Ron almost fearfully.
¡§ That sign¡K Is that¡K¡¨
Harry tore his sleeves open, Ron recognized it too well, he remembered¡K
The serpent toughed skull, shining ever so brightly in the sky in the summer before his fourth year, at the Quidditch World Match, only¡K
Only now it appeared in Harry¡¦s arm, the eyes of the serpent shining brightly, up on the serpent¡¦s foul head is a huge, yellow crown.
¡§ You see, Voldemort is in me, slowly poisoning me, eating me¡K. He will rise again, sooner or later¡K¡¨
¡§ Wait a minute,¡¨ Ron interrupted, ¡§ Eating what?¡¨
¡§ Eating me. My magic, my powers¡K Everything¡K¡¨ Harry¡¦s hand touches his scar on his head.
¡§ Why didn't you tell us?¡¨ Ron asked.
¡§ Don't you get it, Ron? Harry Potter's dying¡KI'm dying.¡¨ Harry look down, ¡§ I couldn't tell you guys, especially her¡K¡¨
¡§ I don't want to see her tears again¡K¡¨ Harry whispered.
The tension between the two best friends is unbearable, Ron knew exactly how Harry feels, but¡K
God, this is Harry Potter, not just anyone, but Harry Potter, he's not supposed to be Voldemort¡K He's not supposed to be the murderer of his own dad¡K
¡§ Do you hate me, Ron?¡¨ Harry asked, smiling bitterly.
¡§ Should I?¡¨ Ron asked, his tone somehow near the verge of breakdown. ¡§ Should I hate you¡Kfor what you never did?¡¨
¡§ I don't blame you for hating me, in fact, I wouldn't mind if you kill me right now.¡¨ He threw his wand to Ron, and Ron caught it reluctantly. ¡§ That's probably what you should do.¡¨
Ron stared at the wand, and at Harry. Should he? Should he be the one to end Harry¡¦s miserable life, is that right thing to do?
Tears flashed in his eyes, I couldn't do it¡K
¡§ Ron?¡¨
¡§ Is that what you really wanted?¡¨
Harry nodded.
Ron looked at him helplessly; from his eyes Harry saw pain, and a note of despair, as if begging him, pleading with him.
Please don't do this to me, Harry.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything¡K¡K.**sigh**
It's one o'clock in the morning, and Ron Weasley is still waiting.
Where is he???? He thought anxiously.
He had left Hermione's 2 hours ago, just so that he can meet Harry again. Usually he
didn¡¦t even bother going home and just slept in the guest room in Hermione¡¦s apartment until the next day.
Ron glanced again at the clock, and then yawned. Outside, he could hear a dog
barking loudly.
Feeling sleepy¡Khe yawned again. Destination: Bed.
He starting walking to his bedroom, just then he heard a thump behind him.
¡§ Jesus Christ!¡¨ Harry groaned, ¡§ That dog downstaris!¡¨
Ron turned around, sure enough, Harry Potter had appeared from his balcony.
¡§ You're late.¡¨ He said simply, as Harry walked in.
¡§ Yeah, thanks to that friendly dog of your neighbor.¡¨
¡§ I thought you would Apparate.¡¨
¡§ Don't want to. Thought I should warm my Firebolt up a little.¡¨
Rom rubs his eyes. ¡§ Okay, what do you want?¡¨ He and Harry sat down on the couch.
¡§What am I going to say to Hermione if I meet her again??¡¨
¡§ God, Harry, you are worse than me. Just tell her that you came back and you love her.¡¨ Ron said, holding back a yawn.
¡§ What if it would make her suffer worse¡K?¡¨
Ron looked up, surprised. The note of sadness in Harry¡¦s voice is undeniable. He suddenly feels fully awake.
¡§ Harry¡K Is there something you're not telling me?¡¨
¡§ No.¡¨ Harry looked away.
¡§ Harry, I was your best friend for eight years, and I still am. Me and Herms understand you more than anyone.¡¨
¡§ ¡K.¡¨
¡§ Look, Harry, the truth¡¦s gotta come out sometime? You know it.¡¨ Ron looked at Harry, determined.
¡§ I can't tell anyone about this¡K I promise myself I won¡¦t.¡¨ Harry finally whispers.
¡§ About what?¡¨
¡§ Voldemort¡K¡¨
¡§ Voldemort?¡¨ Ron nearly jumped a mile. ¡§ What has anything to do with him? He died didn¡¦t he?¡¨
Harry didn¡¦t answer, but looked more sad and guilty.
¡§ Harry? Tell me Voldemort is dead.¡¨ Ron said slowly.
Just say yes, Harry¡K Tell me!
¡§ He's not.¡¨
¡§ What?!¡¨
¡§ He's not dead¡K Voldemort¡K¡¨ He met Ron¡¦s eyes, the look in his emerald eyes tells Ron that Harry's telling the truth.
Ron sank back to the couch¡K The dark lord, alive? For so many years?
¡§ Where is he, then?¡¨ He asked, glancing at Harry.
Harry's expression is unreadable.
¡§ Harry¡K?¡¨
Harry shut his eyes, then opened them, as if somehow gathering courage.
¡§ He lives in me, Ron. I am the reborn of Tom Riddle.¡¨
¡§ He lives in me, Ron, I am the reborn of Tom Riddle.¡¨
Ron's eyes widen.
Harry Potter? The boy who lived? Tom Riddle's reborn?
This is a joke that has gone too far.
¡§ Harry, you are not serious, right?¡¨
Harry smiled sadly.
¡§ Oh god.¡¨ Ron sank lower into the couch. ¡§ What happened?¡¨
¡§ Voldemort lost. In the duel. I lose conscious after I saw him collapsed, because I was also hurt badly,¡¨ Harry closed his eyes again.
¡§ I then woke up later, in a farm house, the muggle farmer found me and took care of me while I was unconscious, he said while I was sleeping he noticed a lot of strange things happening to me, like the scar in my head flashing, almost disappearing, and a strange pattern appearing slowly on my left arm.¡¨ Harry stopped, looking at Ron almost fearfully.
¡§ That sign¡K Is that¡K¡¨
Harry tore his sleeves open, Ron recognized it too well, he remembered¡K
The serpent toughed skull, shining ever so brightly in the sky in the summer before his fourth year, at the Quidditch World Match, only¡K
Only now it appeared in Harry¡¦s arm, the eyes of the serpent shining brightly, up on the serpent¡¦s foul head is a huge, yellow crown.
¡§ You see, Voldemort is in me, slowly poisoning me, eating me¡K. He will rise again, sooner or later¡K¡¨
¡§ Wait a minute,¡¨ Ron interrupted, ¡§ Eating what?¡¨
¡§ Eating me. My magic, my powers¡K Everything¡K¡¨ Harry¡¦s hand touches his scar on his head.
¡§ Why didn't you tell us?¡¨ Ron asked.
¡§ Don't you get it, Ron? Harry Potter's dying¡KI'm dying.¡¨ Harry look down, ¡§ I couldn't tell you guys, especially her¡K¡¨
¡§ I don't want to see her tears again¡K¡¨ Harry whispered.
The tension between the two best friends is unbearable, Ron knew exactly how Harry feels, but¡K
God, this is Harry Potter, not just anyone, but Harry Potter, he's not supposed to be Voldemort¡K He's not supposed to be the murderer of his own dad¡K
¡§ Do you hate me, Ron?¡¨ Harry asked, smiling bitterly.
¡§ Should I?¡¨ Ron asked, his tone somehow near the verge of breakdown. ¡§ Should I hate you¡Kfor what you never did?¡¨
¡§ I don't blame you for hating me, in fact, I wouldn't mind if you kill me right now.¡¨ He threw his wand to Ron, and Ron caught it reluctantly. ¡§ That's probably what you should do.¡¨
Ron stared at the wand, and at Harry. Should he? Should he be the one to end Harry¡¦s miserable life, is that right thing to do?
Tears flashed in his eyes, I couldn't do it¡K
¡§ Ron?¡¨
¡§ Is that what you really wanted?¡¨
Harry nodded.
Ron looked at him helplessly; from his eyes Harry saw pain, and a note of despair, as if begging him, pleading with him.
Please don't do this to me, Harry.