Thanks to those of you who reviewed! This chapter is kinda boring, but I needed to have something like this happen for my plan to work...and YES I am a Drama Queen! Haha :)

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Syd



Dear Sirius,
How are you and Buckbeak? I hope you've been able to keep up with the news lately. This is a very hard thing for me to tell you, but I think I have to tell you because I don't know what to do. I think that I'm in love with Ron. When I told him, he was all disgusted, but we talked about it a few nights ago and we're on good terms now. He still looks at me kind of oddly sometimes when he doesn't think I'm looking, but I suppose he'll get used to it. You know, he told me that "he wasn't that way" and he was worried about what his family would think. Knowing the Weasley's, I don't think they would mind...I mean, in their house, practially anything goes.
Sorry I'm not telling you more about what's been going on here, but I really want you to answer as quickly as possible, so I need to make the letter short. Please...I need someone to tell me I'm normal.
Harry

Harry tied the letter onto Hedwig's leg and watched the owl swoop out of the windows of the Owlery. He watched her until she was gone from sight and turned from the window. When he turned, his eyes fell on Ron standing in the doorway. He was leaning on the frame of the door, looking very tall and lanky. "Hey, Harry."
"Hi, Ron."
"What are you up to this late?"
"Oh, I was, er, sending a letter to Sirius...you know, to keep him updated on what's going on."
"Harry, it's late...it's almost two in the morning."
"Yeah, well I couldn't sleep."
"C'mon...let's go back to the common room."
"Alright." Harry and Ron made their way out of the Owlery and to Gryffindor tower. There was an uneasy silence all th way, and Harry relfected on how their friendship would probably never be back the way it was. Ron seemed to be trying to stand as far away from Harry as he could wthout his noticing.
They came to the portrait of the Fat Lady and Harry whispered, "Infori minimus." The portrait swung open and they crawled into the common room. Silently, they trudged up the stairs and entered the Dorm room "Well, g'night then," said Ron.
"Yeah, goodnight. See you tomorrow." They both got into bed, and Harry notcied with remorse that Ron made sure his curtains were all the way closed when he laid down. Harry sighed and curled up under his own covers, but didn't fall asleep for hours. He listened to the rythmic breathing of his best friend as he slept. The room seemed stifling and Harry's sleep was littered with nightmares where he relived once again his mother's death.

Please...please! Don't kill Harry! Please spare him!

Stand aside you stupid girl. Give me the runt and you won't have to watch him die.

Please no! Spare him!

Silent tears mingled with cold sweat as Harry tossed in his bed all night.

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One night, at Quidditch practice, the Gryffindor house team was playing around after several drills Ron had put them through. Harry had repaired the damage on his broom, and was once again practicing the Wronski Feint. The whole team cheered when the skinny boy pulled off a spectacular dive and did a few loops in the air. Seamus Finnigan, one of the team Beaters, clapped Harry on the back, saying, "Wow Harry, that was great! Even Lynch can't pull off a Feint like that one!"
An hour later, when practice was over, the team was still in high spirits and was zooming around the field. Harry was racing Ron on his new Nimbus two thousand, but the Firebolt was ahead. Harry flew to the lake, and was flying over it, when he came to a sudden halt. Ron and his Nimbus weren't but five feet behind him, and everything happened in a matter of seconds. The redhead smashed headlong into Harry and his Firebolt, and a nasty crack echoed in the crisp spring air as Harry slid sideways off his broom. Before Ron knew what was happening, Harry was tumbling towards the serene surface of the lake. With a girant splash, the now small figure sank out of sight. "HAAARRY!" Ron realized that Harry's shoes and robes must be weighing him down as he kicked off his own shoes and stripped down to his boxers. With an arching dive, he plunged down into the lake after his friend. Ron searched and searched for what seemed like hours. He came for breath many times before his fingers brushed cold skin, and grabbed hold of Harry's hand before the two sunk any deeper. Using all of his strength, Ron kicked his way to the surface. He broke through the surface with an almighty gasp and hauled the limp form with the mass of unruly black hair to the surface. Miraculously, Harry's glasses were still jammed firmly on the bridge of his nose, but he was missing a shoe. Slowly, Ron dragged his cargo to the shore. The rest of the team was there to meet them, and Seamus had managed to rescue both of their brooms.
Harry's skin was cold, and he wasn't breathing. His arm was stuck out in an odd angle from his body and he didn't move when Ron shook his shoulders. "Harry! Harry, please wake up! Please wake up, Harry," Ron was yelling at the unresponsive body. Hands were pulling him back, but Ron fought the hands and kept shaking Harry.
"Ron, we have to take him to the castle!"
"Ron! come on you git! We have to get Dumbledor and Madam Pomfrey!"
"Ron!"
The red head realized that they were right, and he scooped up the wet pile of robes and hair that was Harry and made his way up to the castle as quickly as he could. He didn't even notice the way the harsh wind stung his bare, wet skin, or the way the grass prickled arngrily at the soles of his feet, or the way his muscles screamed in protest of carrrying such a dead weight.
Scarcely minutes later, Ron gently laid Harry's body on a bed in the Hospital wing and collapsed on the bed next to it. Madam Pomfrey came rushing in and Ron managed to gasp, "Harry fell in lake, not breathing...broken arm...needs help," before the nurse wrapped him in a warm blanket and set about tending to Harry. She noticed Ron watching anxiously, but also saw the look of sheer exhaustion in his eyes and hypothermia setting in. She forced some sleeping potion down his throat and he fell asleep immediatly.

* * * * *

Groggily, Ron opened his eyes to find he was still in the Hospital wing, but someone had put pajamas on him. When his eyesight cleared, he remembered what had happened and frantically searched the room for Harry. The boy was laying in the same bed Ron had left him, and was slowly breathing as he slept peacefully. Ron sank back into bed, fully relieved that Harry was okay. A fierce tapping on the window revealed Hedwig outside the window. Slowly and carefully, Ron opened the window and Hedwig flew in. She went over to Harry, realized he couldn't be disturbed, then left her letter with Ron. She knew and recognized him, and he had the feeling that she knew he would give the letter to Harry when he awoke.
When she was gone out of sight, Ron went and laid back down in bed. He recognized the hadnwriting; it was Sirius's reply letter. Harry always read his godfather's letters to Hermione and Ron, so Ron decided to see what Sirius was up to. Apparently, Sirius had a shortage on paper, and used the back of the parchment Harry had sent. It was odd, Harry usually wrote Sirius when something odd was going on, "and nothing odd has happened lately...except Harry is..." Ron muttered to himself, but dwindled away when he got to the third sentance of Harry's letter,

...I think I'm in love with Ron. When I told him, he was all disgusted, but we talked about it a few nights ago and we're on good terms now. He still looks at me kind of oddly sometimes when he doesn't think I'm looking, but I suppose he'll get used to it. You know, he told me that "he wasn't that way" and he was worried about what his family would think...

Ron stared with an open mouth at the letter, and finished reading in a daze. He never knew that he mattered that much to Harry. Harry did say he loved him, but...was it that...serious? What was even more surprising than Harry's letter was Sirius's reply.

Dear Harry,
So, you love Ron. Harry, you are perfectly normal. You know, I'm surprised Ron would be worried about his family, I mean, you know his older brother Bill? The one that works for Gringotts? Well, he's just like you. He's got a boyfriend that he lives with. Unless Ron doesn't know. If he doesn't know, and you feel you need to tell him, for the sake of everything good in the world, please be tactful. It's not everyday you find out that your older brother is gay.
Oh, yes, and Buckbeak is fine. So am I. Try and come visit me in your next Hogsmeade visit okay? I hope things work out with the two of you.
Sirius

Bill? Gay?