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"Ron, please tell me you didn't..."
"Didn't what?" Ron said, trying to sound innocent but ending up sounding extremely nervous and even guiltier. Harry was still in shock.
"You didn't, umm, slit your wrists did you?" He finally got out.
Ron didn't answer.
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When Harry came down, he was met by a beaming smile from Hermione, who had been having a very secretive conversation with Ginny in the corner of Gryffindor common room. Neville was also in there, but the other side of the room, and was desperately trying to find out what Hermione and his long-term girlfriend were whispering and giggling about.
Harry grabbed his girlfriend's arm, and dragged her through the portrait hole, whispering, "Can I have a minute?"
"Sure Harry, but can I talk first?" not waiting for a reply, she said, "I know what this is about."
"Really?" he said, shocked.
"Yes. I heard you and Ron talking. I want to say- I love you too. I just wasn't sure what you would say if I told you. I'm so glad you love me!" she said, kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, umm, I have a confession to make. I wasn't going to tell you that now."
"Oh.." she said, embarrassed.
"Umm, it's about Ron. I, I think he slit his wrists."
"Oh, my, god! You're joking, right?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "He told you?"
"No, he didn't answer when I asked him. I saw the bandages."
They stood there in silence, and Hermione began to cry. He put his arms around her, and held her close.
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Ron lay on his bed, not sure what to think. He could say he did try to kill himself, and have people feel sorry for him, or he could say he didn't and still have to explain the bandages. "What a life." he thought sadly.
"I know." said a voice, which Ron was surprised to find he wanted to turn to.
"Help me, master." he said shakily
"Help me first, my humble servant." Voldemort replied.
"What do you ask of me? I will do all I can!" he replied.
"Kill Ben Granger."
He gasped, and felt a tremendous force over his body, commanding him to do as his master wished. But could he do as Voldemort wished?
"Yes." Ron said. Killing Ben would hurt Hermione. Hermione upset would hurt Harry. It was perfect.
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Malfoy was confused. He felt like warning his father about Weasley, but thought better of it. "But why else would Weasley join our side?" he wondered. Maybe some things were better left alone. But he really wanted to know! "Oh well." he thought, lying on his bed in Slytherin tower. "I'll just have to join him, and find out." But could he befriend a friend of Harry Potter? "Yes. I'll be taking from Potter. I can do that!"
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Ron walked to his next lesson, Care of Magical Creatures, with Neville. He'd been sitting with Neville all the time recently, as Harry had seemed to forget about him. "I knew it would be like this." he said under his breath. He'd been through a lot recently, and it did seem almost reasonable that he'd slit his wrists, so why not use that as his story? "Because of the complications. Harry's bound to tell McGonagall or Hagrid, and I don't want that!" But he had noticed, and that couldn't be helped. Or could it? A memory-modifying charm! How simple!
"Neville, could I just go and see Harry a minute? It shouldn't take long." and without waiting for a reply, he was off. He found Hermione and Harry by the lake, watching the giant squid.
"Harry, can I have a word?" he said, and dragged him off.
"What is it Ron?"
"Obliviate!" he said, pointing his wand at Harry, and hoping nobody was spying on them, as he watched Harry's eyes roll back into his head.
"Care of Magical Creatures." Ron called as he walked off.
"Eh?"
"You asked what lesson we had next!"
"Oh, yeah, right." Harry said, rubbing his head, and feeling confused.
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"Gryffindors, I want to take this opportunity to talk about the Quidditch season." Professor McGonagall started, and the seventh years in her Transfiguration class listened eagerly. "As you may well have guessed, Harry will be captaining the team, and as we've lost many of our players from last year, he will be in charge of finding new recruits. Harry, would you like to say anything?"
"Yeah, umm, if you want to play, then please come and see me. I will be asking the other years as well- Ginny Weasley was an excellent Chaser last year for one, and I'm hoping that Colin Creevy will be Keeper, as I saw him play in a practise once, and he's brilliant, and of course, Seeker is taken by me, but the other positions are not yet filled. Please play for your team, and help us win for the third time running!" he'd said, and sat down to a round of applause. Everyone in Gryffindor, and most of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, really admired Harry. He was pretty damn ordinary, to say what he'd been through. He made a great leader, and being Head Boy and Quidditch captain didn't happen very often, and when it did it was someone special. And that's what he was, no doubt. Though he was having problems remembering things...
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