A.N. ~ I know that I said I wasn't posting another chapter unless I received 10 reviews.  And I still just have 4.  But the only reason that I'm posting this is that my friend really thinks that this is a great story.  So this is the last chapter that I'm posting.  So enjoy.

***Harry***

I stood staring at Hermione and Ron.  Spinning around like that, encircled in golden light.  I started to wonder if the counter spell really did work, or if they'd be ok.  Suddenly there was a blinding flash and two thuds as my two best friends fell to the floor.

"Mione!" I sobbed rushing over to her.  "Please be ok Mione, please."  Tears were streaming from my face.

"I can't stand you like that Harry.  I'm leaving!"  I heard a voice sounding familiar…

"RON!" I cried spinning around.  He was standing up arms crossed around his chest glaring at me.  "You're ok!  It worked!  You're alive!"

"Of course I'm alive, and why are you so excited about it, I thought you wanted me out of your life so you could spend time with your precious Hermione."  Ron said with a sneer in his voice. 

I turned to Dumbledore who was frowning at Ron for treating me that way; after all I'd been through, almost losing my best friend.

"Why couldn't you make him forget that little argument that we had?" I asked Dumbledore who just shook his head still frowning at Ron.

I heard a groan coming from the ground.  I looked down at Hermione she was twitching on the ground as if in a seizure.  Ron forgetting about me came rushing over to Hermione and picked her up holding her closely.

"An after effect on the counter curse?"  My Godfather wondered aloud. 

I turned to see him watching Hermione with interest.  "Must be," I answered pulling out the book by Riddle.  I scanned the page telling about the brother curses and how to counter them.  "Oh no," I moaned, "what have we, I, done to Mione?  The stupid curse sucked the life out of Hermione to bring Ron back…" I read on in the book tears coming from my eyes in a steady flow.  "Wait!  She would only die if Ron was the most important thing to her, but she didn't die right away, that means that she still has some life in her!" 

Ron realizing once again that I was there started to jeer at me.  "So I'm not the most important thing to her, well then, you sure should be happy, that means that you are."

"Ron," I finally snapped, "You should be happy too.  Otherwise she'd be dead right now, and to me, you'd really be dead.  I didn't want to except you were gone and we saved you.  I know you don't remember, all you probably remember is walking out Mione's door hating both of us.  We thought you were dead Ron.  Your face frozen in that expression for a month, that picture will always haunt me.  I stood there staring at my best friend who we all thought had been killed.  Luckily for us Dumbledore realized that it was just an enchanted sleep and told us not to bury you."  I stood there staring at Ron through my tears; he looked so shocked at what I was telling him.  "We found out how to revive you, and all you care about is ending this friendship because you're too damn jealous.  Well, if you want this friendship to be over fine so do I.  From now on, to me Ronald Weasley is dead."  I turned on my heel and walked over to the fireplace and went back to Sirius's apartment by floo powder.  I was fuming; I had just regained and lost my best friend in just a few minutes.  I started throwing my things in my trunk; I had to return to Hogwarts tomorrow, friendless.  Tears were still running down my face in a steady stream.  I collapsed onto the ground sobbing wishing my life would just end.  My first real friend was dead to me.  Truly dead with no hopes of coming back.

***Ron***

I stared after Harry, my best friend, tears pricking in my eyes.  Mione had risked her life to save me from something that I didn't even know had happened and my best friend just left me all alone.

"HARRY!!"  A girl called.  Confused I looked around Hermione was sitting up looking around.  She looked up and saw me.  She tried to run away screaming bloody murder; but she collapsed, lucky for her I caught her before she knocked herself out again.

"Go away! You're dead leave me alone… wait am I dead too?  No, I just passed out after seeing you.  And now a dead person is holding me.  Get off!!!"  Obviously Hermione didn't want me around either.

"Mione, I'm not dead.  I never was.  H-H-Harry," I was having trouble getting his name out, "told me that you saved my life.  Mione thank you."  I finally got out.

She looked at Sirius tears in her eyes.  "I want to see Harry.  Please Sirius take me to Harry."

Sirius looked at Dumbledore who nodded.  Slowly he looked at me then pulled out a bag of floo powder and tossed in into the fire.  "Hermione, he's at my apartment."  She nodded and stepped into the fire calling out his apartment number and vanished.  Sirius followed after her.

I was left standing alone with the headmaster.

"Ronald," he started, "I'll have your parents send the things you need for the school year over.  Go to the Gryffindor common room there you'll find a nice warm fire and your bed."

I gave him a weak smile and walked out of his office.  When I got to the common room Dobby and Winky were busy getting a fire started.

"Hullo Dobby."  I said. My voice was hollow, without any emotion at all.

"Mister Weezey, sir, Dobby is asking are you having a good summer, sir?"  Dobby asked me in his unusual way of talking.

"No, my summer is awful.  I just lost my two best friends.  And I can't remember what happened during August…" I trailed off not wanting to think about what Harry had said about me being supposedly dead for a month.  Dobby looked at me sadly then went about his work.  Winky was just sitting there looking at me.

"Would Mr. Weezey like some butterbeer sir?  It helped Winky last year, sir."  Winky looked a lot better than when I last saw her fall off her stool in the kitchens.  I gave her a weak smile and accepted her offer.  She left then came back seconds later with a steaming mug of the famous butterbeer.  I took a sip and the warmth flooded through my body.  I thanked her and went off to the 5th year dorm.  I looked over at Harry's bed, tears starting to spill from my eyes again.  I shook my head and took another sip of butterbeer before collapsing on my bed sound asleep.

***Hermione***

I stumbled out of the fire place looking around wildly.  "Harry!" I called.  "Harry, I'm all better now, where are you?  I just saw Ron, he's alive, can you believe it?  What happened? Did the spell work?  Harry, talk to me please."  He didn't answer my calls.  I heard a soft sobbing from his bedroom.  I entered and saw him there, crying like a baby.  His trunk was open with clothes half in it and his draws were open.

"Harry?"  I said softly leaning down to hold him.  "Did you hear?  Ron is better.  He was awake.  Were you there?  Do you know what happened?"  I lifted his head up so he could look at me.  His eyes were so full of emotion; I couldn't tell what he felt at all.

"Ron?  I don't know any Rons."  He said as he stood pulling away from me.  He went over to his open draws and started throwing his robes in the trunk.  I sighed and left wondering what had occurred while I was unconscious. 

I headed into my room, which was actually the guest bedroom, and I started to pack all of my things.

The next morning we had to make it to Kings Cross station to take the Hogwarts express back to Hogwarts.  Harry and I had a breakfast then Sirius took us to the station by floo powder.  (A.N. there's a fireplace in platform 9 ¾ in my little HP world…)  When we stepped out of the fireplace there were screams.  People were looking at Harry in shock yelling, "Look out!  Blacks behind you!"  I started to chuckle, behind me Sirius was trying hard not to laugh, but Harry just walked onto the train leaving his trunk for Sirius to bring into the compartment.  I looked up at Sirius who just shrugged at Harry's odd behavior, "Hermione," He called after me, "leave your trunk here, I'll bring in."

I had been trying to drag the heavy trunk to the train. "Thanks." I replied smiling at him.  I walked onto the train and started to look around for Harry.  I found him in the back of the train staring out the window.

"Harry," I said bringing him back to reality.  "I think Sirius would like to say good bye to you.  It would be nice if you went out to talk to him."

"Yeah, sure Mione.  Whatever." He said with an emotionless voice as he rose to leave the train.  I looked out the window watching Harry walk over to Sirius, who was struggling with two trunks, and picked up my trunk to help bring it on the train.  They pulled them into the compartment and before Sirius left he said to Harry, "Now, if you're planning to pull this whole thing off, act normal.  It looks like part of you died.  Maybe Ron is part of you, so when he died you did too."

Harry gave his godfather an evil look. "I know no one by the name of Ron."

Sirius looked at Harry and sighed.  "Harry you know what I mean.  So, will you visit me for Christmas?"  He asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, sounds great."  Harry answered sounding more like himself.

"Great, see you then."  Sirius then turned to me.  "You're welcome also."

"Thanks Sirius.  But I think I might go home instead.  That is if my parents want me…" I trailed off thinking about how mad they were with me for 'killing' Ron.  I reached over and hugged Sirius.  "Thanks for everything."

Sirius smiled at me and turned to Harry again and gave him a hug.  "Bye Harry, see you this winter."

"Bye!"  Harry called after Sirius.  "See you soon, and I'll write. A lot."

Sirius chuckled and waved once more before entering the fire to go home.

Harry laughed at the people gaping at Sirius, then turned to me, "Hey Mione, I'm sorry about yesterday, but I was way to mad to talk about it."

"Harry that's okay, I don't mind."  I replied brushing it off.  He gave me a warm smile then took the seat across from me.  He was acting as though nothing important happened over the summer.  We chatted about what things might happen at Hogwarts this year.  Finally the train pulled into Hogsmeade, as we got off the train we heard Hagrid calling the first years.  He saw us and waved.

"Al'right there 'arry?  'ermione?  Wait, where Ron?"

Harry gave Hagrid a thumbs up and I shouted over the noise, "I think he's at Hogwarts already."

He waved at us again then resumed calling the first years.  Harry and I got in a carriage followed by Neville and Ginny.  Ginny kept asking about Ron and why he wasn't with us.  I busied myself with talking to Neville and Harry just stared stony faced out the window.  But Ginny didn't realize that we were avoiding that subject.  Finally Neville asked me, he was annoyed at Ginny and also curious about Ron's whereabouts.  So I merely told him that he was sick before I turned to Harry to try and get him in a better mood.  When we arrived at Hogwarts Professor McGonagall called Harry and I into her office.

"Dumbledore told me what you two succeeded in doing yesterday."  She beamed at us.  "we're 100 points up thanks to that, but what I really wanted to talk to you about is the fact that Gryffindor doesn't  have any fifth year prefects, you see the two that we wanted were very busy and we didn't' really know were they were.  So here's the letters and the badges that you two should have received earlier this summer."

I took my letter and badge and looked at Harry; he was just as shocked staring at his badge.

"Well, the sorting is about to start and Dumbledore needs to see you before you go to the sorting."  And with that she dismissed us.  We ran down to the entrance hall and skidded to a halt in front of the headmaster.

"Ah, yes the Gryffindors.  Congratulations you two for everything you did this summer."  Dumbledore greeted us.  He gave us the password, pixie dust, and sent us off to the sorting.  We slid into the only seats left, next to and across from Ron.  I was next to him and Harry was across from him.

"So Mione," Ron said turning towards me.  "Um, hi."

I looked at him; he seemed to be trying his hardest to be cheerful.  "Hi."  I answered.  "Listen, Ron, I'm really sorry about yesterday.  I didn't really know what to expect when I woke up, and seeing you wasn't a comforting sight."

"That's alright.  Dumbledore told me everything that happened.  At least to his knowledge.  Can you believe it?  You saved my life, and risked your own.  It musta been such a sight seeing the two of us spinning in the air surrounded by the golden light streaming out of you.  Wait, that was your life coming out of you, how odd."

"Come again."  I stared at Ron shocked.  "What happened?"

Ron started to explain to me what took place while we were both unconscious.

I was really amazed at what the counter curse did.  I filled Ron in on some of the details that Dumbledore didn't know about.  Towards the end of the meal Ron turned to Harry. 

"Look, Harry I'm real sorry about me being a prat.  But, well, I wish that we could be friends again.  I don't know if I'll be able to make it without a best friend.  And I don't mind about you and Mione, I really don't.  And now, I'm really happy that I'm not the most important thing to her.  I know I was being jealous before, but I'm not any more.  I've thought it over.  So Harry can we be friends again?"

Every one around us was looking at Harry and Ron.  But Harry just kept on picking at his food as if he hadn't heard Ron plead with him to be friends again.

"Erg! Harry if you're going to be like that, then, then, ah!"  Ron threw down his fork, turned and ran to the Gryffindor common room.

"Ron! Wait!" I called after him, but he didn't hear me, he was too far away.  Now everyone in the hall was staring at Harry who was still picking at his food calmly.

"Hey Mione."  Harry said as though he found something amusing.  "What do you think prefects get to do?  Any thing special?"

I rolled my eyes.  "Is that why you've been silent all during the feast?  Trying to figure out what things prefects get to do?  Well, I'll tell you one thing we're not allowed to do, still, and that's break school rules."   I smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh drat."  He said gloomily.  "There goes all of my plans."  I laughed outright at that.  The noise in the hall was finally going back to normal after the little show with Ron.

We finished eating and Dumbledore made his ending speech.  Harry and I looked at each other. 

"First years, stay close.  You don't want to get lost."  I started

"Yes, and pay attention, you'll need to know how to get back down here tomorrow morning.  You also need to know where your classes are."  Harry continued finishing what I was going to say. 

"Gryffindors, this way."  I started again, but Harry cut me off.

"Follow us and what ever you do don't follow either of the identical redheads."

I laughed at Harry's warning.  Then said, "Or Peeves, the poltergeist."  But my voice wasn't the only one; Harry said the same thing word for word. I broke out laughing again and Harry grinned a mischievous grin.  The first years were staring at us so since I was laughing too hard to do any thing Harry practically carried me up to the dorms while showing the first years the way.  Once we reached the common room I was able to control myself, so I walked up to the Fat Lady.

"Now, Gryffindors," I said talking to everyone.  "That includes not only first years, people."  I said pretty much directly to Fred, George, and Lee who were laughing at some stupid joke.  "The password is 'pixie dust'.  If you don't know the password you're not allowed into the tower."  I smiled when Neville moaned at the mention of the password.

I turned to the fat lady and said, "Pixie Dust."  She swung open to let us into the common room.

"This," Harry started before I could, "is the common room.  You can sit around the fire and talk.  There are several tables as you can see; they are used for games or homework.  And if you're planning to play exploding snap could you please find a table that already has burn marks on it so all the tables don't turn to ash."  He smiled at the first years.  "Oh, right.  That table," he pointed to a round table in the far corner, "is Hermione's table.  So don't use it.  Not that it's ever free, Hermione's usually there or in the library, but when she's not there her books are." 

I glared at Harry; sometimes he could be so annoying.  "Also when I'm not there Harry and Ron are there unless where all at class."  As if on queue Ron came running down the stairs from the boy's dorm.  He stopped when he heard what I had said and stopped short.

"What are you doing? Are you a prefect or something?  And if you are then what's Harry doing here?  Also what did you mean by Harry and I are usually at the table when you're not?  I doubt that Harry will even acknowledge me."  I gave him a sad look. 

"Ron, I'm sure Harry will come around.  He's just mad at you.  I know, it's odd that Harry's also a prefect.  I read in Hogwarts a History that there's only one prefect for 5th years and another for 6th year, at least in each house.  Then out of the four 7th prefects two get chosen to be Head Boy or Head Girl.  I wonder if they changed it.  Or if Harry and I both deserved it…" I trailed off deep in thought.  Ron rolled his eyes and started to walk off.  I gave him a questioning look, "library." He said shortly.  I nodded and turned back to the first years.

"…boys will follow me and girls will follow Hermione, that is if she's paying attention…" Harry was saying. 

"Yes, follow me."  I said as if knowing exactly what Harry was talking about.

"Dorms Mione."  Harry smirked at me.

"I knew that, I didn't need you to tell me."  I answered back rolling my eyes.

He shook his head at me then started up the stairs.  I turned and started up the other staircase on the other side of the fire place.  "These are the first year dorms," I said coming up to the second to last landing.  "This will be your room for the rest of your time at Hogwarts.  So chose a bed that you like because that's not changing either."  I smiled and left them to fight over beds.  I headed back down to the common room so I could sit by the fireplace. 

I collapsed into my favorite sofa and pulled out my book.  I was getting bored of reading non-fiction wizard occurrences, I mean; History of Magic is not my favorite subject, so why read stuff that I hate when it's not even for an exam?  Over the very begging of the summer before Harry came I had gone to a Muggle book store and bought enough books to last me until Christmas brake.  I looked at the title of the book I had chosen, The Golden Compass, 'not a very interesting title,' I thought before flipping open to the first page.  I read through the first few paragraphs and started laughing.  It was just like Harry and I, Harry wanting to do things against the rules and me trying to talk him out of it.  'Where's Ron in all this?' I wondered before I read on.  I got really caught up in the book and compared everything to my own life, the gobblers being Death Eaters, Mrs. Coulter being a female Voldemort and Lord Asriel being like Dumbledore.  I found the whole thing with dæmon very interesting.  I was so absorbed in my reading that I didn't hear anyone enter the room.

"Mione?"  A voice said from behind me.  I jumped up and looked around franticly. 

"Oh, Harry, it's just you."  I said heaving a sigh of relief when I saw him watching me.

"Yeah, just me." He replied gloomily, "I feel so loved."

"Harry, you know I love you," I started before realizing what I had just said.  He looked down at me.

"You do?  You truly do?"  He said with a flicker of hope in his eyes.  "What happened on my birthday wasn't just a birthday present but real?" 

"What?" I asked confused, "do you mean what happened with Ron, or when I found you in the park?"

"The park."  He answered.

I leaned over and kissed him, this time on the mouth, not the cheek.  He gasped then kissed me back.  But then pulled away in thought.

"I was wondering, who is this 'Ron' person everyone is talking about?  It's getting on my nerves.  I once new a Ron, but he died.  It tends to bring back memories from when he was alive."  Harry said after a moment's silence. 

I glared at him.  "Ron tried to make amends with you but you completely ignored him.  I don't want a boyfriend who is that mean to his best friend, fight or no.  Last year Ron was mad at you, but he still cared about you, I know you cared about him; and still do, don't try to hide it.  I will be your friend again only if you make up with Ron.  Until then, be friendless."  I grabbed my book and marched up to my dorm to read some more.

***Ron***

I trudged out of the library and up to the Gryffindor tower.  I wasn't looking forward to seeing Harry again.  "Pixie Dust." I said once I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. She swung open just as I heard Hermione shout, "I know you cared about him; and still do, don't try to hide it.  I will be your friend again only if you make up with Ron.  Until then, be friendless."  I gasped.  Now Mione wasn't even friends with Harry.  I stepped into the room and Harry looked at me, he looked so bewildered and alone.  I stood there looking back at him, maybe now he'll acknowledge me… But instead of trying to talk to him I just walked right to the boy's dorms and headed to the 5th year room.

"Ron," I heard Harry's choked voiced call out.  I ignored him and continued walking up the stairs.  I reached the dorm and undress to my boxers, I was about to climb into bed when I heard a bloodcurdling scream.  Then "RON! HERMIONE! HELP!!!!!!!!!!"  it was Harry.  I ran down the stairs to where he was last standing in front of the hearth.  I collided into someone and it wasn't Harry.  Mione stood there looking around franticly mouthing Harry's name in a silent scream.  I ran to the door to see if he had left the common room.  

"Did you see Harry come out of here?"  I asked the Fat Lady.

"Why no, you were the last person in or out of this hole."  She replied.

"Oh my God, RON!"  Hermione called from inside, "Come here!"  I ran in to find her holding a note.  She shoved it at me.  I took it and read it.  My mouth dropped open.  Harry Potter, my best friend, Hermione's sort of boyfriend, the famous Harry Potter had been kidnapped by Death Eaters and was getting closer to Voldemort and his doom as we stood there thinking about him, and all the horrible things that we had just done to him.  'I should've listened and came back when he called me the first time, then I might have had a chance to stop them from taking him.'  I thought blaming myself for everything.  But it was too late now, he was gone; and for good.  Unless…