Disclaimer: If I told you I owned Harry Potter, I'd been living a lie. Well, I'm usually living a lie anyway, so what the heck? In my mixed-up, crazy world, I do own Harry Potter. In reality, I don't.

A/N - I love Ron, and I think Rupert Grint was amazingly amazing in the movie. So this story centers on him. Shout outs to Dreamer4, EeyoreP, Super Crash, and Izzychick. Blibble.

FRIENDS FOREVER

By: Softball Chicks

Chapter 2 - The Figure

Ron floated to the ground, his spirit still soaring. Hermione loosened her grip, but not her grasp. Instead, she slumped against his back. "Hey, Herm, get off," he coaxed, but she didn't move. He glanced at her, puzzled. She appeared to be asleep, causing him to smile. But upon closer inspection, he saw she was unconscious, her breathing shallow and ragged. A dark figure was running sleekly away.

Ron's breath caught in his throat. "Hermione, wake up!" he yelled, shaking the girl vigorously. Her eyelids fluttered open, and he stopped.

"What's the mat-" she began, but froze upon seeing the shadowy outline.

"What about Harry?" Ron demanded.

Hermione took charge. "Go find Harry," she ordered. "I'll tell Dumbledore."

"Right." The two parted, but Ron turned back. "There's a password, Herm."

"No problem," she reassured him. "Just be careful, Ron. You don't know what you're dealing with."

"I will." With that, he ran off in search of his best friend.

A/N - I know this is really short, but I promise the third part will be much longer. I started it already. Please review.