Hi all, I'm sorry this is taking so long, its just you know problems and stuff. I hope you're enjoying the story. Sorry Ron won't be pregnant! Please review, your support means a lot. Sorry this chapter is so short.

Chapter 3: Unrequited Love?

Meanwhile over at Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling. His cheeks were slightly red with clear streaks where tears were slowly drying. The past two weeks had been terrible; Cedric dying, seeing his parents, Voldemort rising and all the emotions that came with the events. It would be immense for anyone to experience, let alone a 15-year-old boy.

Harry hadn't really cried much at Hogwarts, it wasn't so much that he wanted to appear brave but that he was just numb from all that he had been through. But since arriving back to the Dursley's, Harry felt more isolated than ever. The past 3 summers were lonely, especially seeing as Harry knew what he was missing, but he knew he would see his friends soon. This summer was going to be different though. Harry liked to be in the presence of his friends, especially Hermione and Ron. They never asked what happened or for details, but were always there to comfort him. Like during the last week before the holidays, Harry had woken up (after taking hours to get to sleep) screaming in a cold sweat. He had been reliving the events of the Triwizard Cup final, as had been every night since. He felt cold, scared and alone. Ron had woken with Harry, he had slept lightly the past few days- always wanting to be there if Harry needed him. Ron walked over to Harry's bed and pulled the curtains away to reveal Harry in a tight ball crying. Ron sat by Harry and held him in a tight embrace. Hours seemed to pass, as Ron just held him not asking any questions. This made Harry cry more as he knew he had someone who could make him feel better, without saying a single word. But now, alone in his room, he had no one. Not only this, but he also felt unsafe. Voldemort had risen and was ready to kill him. His luck had lasted this long, but Harry knew it wouldn't last forever. But the most painful thing was seeing his parents again. Hearing their voices, but not being able to tell them all he wanted.

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Hours seemed to pass, as Harry lay in his room, lightly sobbing when the emotions overwhelmed him. Only Hedwig's gentle cooing broke the silence. Harry slowly drifted away, gliding to an uneasy sleep.

Again the nightmares came…

'Kill the spare'…

'Avada Kedevara'

Only this time the nightmares weren't like they had been.

Ron's open blue eyes, haunting his soul, as his body lay lifeless on the ground.

Voldemort's evil, piercing laugh.

His parents emerging from Voldemort's wand.

The fear, sheer unadulterated terror again surged through Harry's sleeping body. He woke with a scream, sheets soaked in cold sweat. His scar on his forehead was searing with pain. He took a minute to regain his bearings, listening carefully to see if he woke the Dursley's. Thankfully they were still sleeping, probably because they were used to Mr Dursley's chainsaw-like snoring.

Harry knew the nightmare was different this time. The pain in his scar that usually meant that Voldemort was going to do something very evil, although some of his nightmares did make his scar feel like it was burning none were this painful. In the past the nightmares were exactly like the real events. Harry was sure this meant something, and seeing how his dreams had predicted things before, he feared that this may mean Voldemort would kill Ron. Again fear rushed through Harry's body. He couldn't lose Ron, the one person that could hold him and ease the pain. Without Ron the past four years would have been hell, no one, not even Hermione, could replace Ron.

These thoughts haunted Harry through the night. He had to owl Sirius and Dumbledore, asking if they knew what it meant. Hopefully they could protect Ron, at least warn the Weasleys. He thought he'd better do it now, the few hours until daytime might be too long. Harry quickly got up, making sure to make as little noise as possible, and took a quill and piece of parchment from his wardrobe.

Dear Sirius,

I had another nightmare. But this one was worse than the others were. My scar really hurt. But even scarier was that I didn't see Cedric die, I saw Ron. You have to protect him. Please, I don't know if he's in danger but I'm really scared. I, I don't know if I could survive this without him.

Love Harry.

PS say hi to Beaky.

He knew Sirius would do something, but he was on the run so Dumbledore would have to be owled. On another piece of parchment Harry began to scribble a short note to the headmaster.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I know we've just left, but I had a nightmare worse than the ones I had at Hogwarts. My scar was hurting more and I saw Ron dying instead of Cedric. Please make sure Ron is safe, and tell me if you think that he may be in danger.

Harry

Harry quickly rolled up the messages and walked over to Hedwig, who was sitting on the windowsill. He attached the messages to Hedwig. She pecked at his ear affectionately and flew out of the window, knowing exactly where to go. If anyone could find Sirius it would be Hedwig.

Now all Harry could do was wait and try to get some sleep. He couldn't get to sleep very quickly, but after a couple of hours he drifted away again.