Chapter 5
All Wrong
***Harry***
I stepped out into Dumbledore's office to be confronted by Fawks. I stroked his head before being hurtled head first into him by Hermione falling out of the fireplace. She landed on top of me as Sirius stepped out and into her. Hermione rolled away so I could stand just as Dumbledore came into the room after hearing all the commotion.
"Professor," I started, "I think that we found a way to revive Ron!" He looked at me sadly.
"Well Harry, if you did find a way then we should test it. Follow me." He led us in through a door in the back of his office that apparently led to his bedroom. A red and gold four poster bed was standing near the window in the far end of the room. Dumbledore went over to a trunk similar to Madeye Moody's and opened one of the locks. He pulled Ron out, I stood there gaping and heard Hermione gasp as she clutched my hand. Sirius stepped forward and pulled out his wand.
"OBLIVIATE!" he yelled pointing the wand at Ron "your turn Harry," he turned to me.
I pulled out my wand and pointed it at Ron. "Awaken thee sleeper, thy has slept long enough."
Hermione flew into the air screaming, Ron's body shook violently on the bed before coming to a complete stop. Hermione fell to the floor with a thud. I ran over to her to help her get up. "Sirius," I said turning to my godfather, "is Ron dead? Or did the counter curse just not work?" Sirius stood there looking at Ron's lifeless body.
"Harry, you said that you two saw a flash of green light, I'm sure he's dead if that counter curse didn't work."
Hermione and I clutched each other weeping; our best friend had died because of us. "Harry, Hermione," Dumbledore said quietly. "You have to pack for school tomorrow. You'd best go to Sirius's apartment and get ready." We nodded and followed Sirius back into the fireplace.
The Next Day At Platform 9 ¾
"Harry!" I heard two people call me. I turned around and saw Fred and George run towards me. It was their last year attending Hogwarts. "It's great to see you again. We didn't see or hear from you all summer!" George started.
"Yeah, Ron hasn't written to us either, how odd." Fred added.
"We need a new chaser and keeper. Also a new captain." George stated quickly probably seeing my eyes fill with tears. "We were thinking that you might want to be the captain. You are the youngest and will save the team from finding another captain, at least until you leave. And any way you have loads of experience. Right?"
"Right. Katie and Alicia already agreed on it. Oliver and Angelina thought that you'd be the next captain no matter what happened." Fred added after glaring at George for changing the subject. They obviously weren't supposed to tell me about this until later. I looked at them disbelievingly.
"Aw, come on Harry." George begged.
"We all think that you're that good." Fred added hopefully.
"I'll think about it." I mumbled before getting on the train. As I turned to board I heard another person call out my name. I sighed and turned to come face to face with Arthur Weasley. "Mr. Weasley…" I stuttered.
"Harry, I was hoping that you'd have some information on Ron. Dumbledore's not telling us anything. Molly is really worried about him; none of us have heard anything from him, or about him. I didn't tell the family, naturally, they'd be grieving for him if he were alive or dead. So do you think you can tell me something?" He whispered to me so the twins couldn't hear.
"Well Mr. Weasley, I do know some things about Ron. But I, I, I don't believe them myself." I managed to get out before running onto the train.
"Harry!" I moaned again. Why did people always seem to be calling me? I turned to face Hermione who was ecstatic and waving a piece of paper in my face. "Look Harry! I've been made a prefect! Can you believe it?!?!" She was jumping around the compartment completely hyper.
"That's great Mione. And guess what I am." I answered trying to be enthusiastic.
"I don't know. Are you really the heir to Slytherin and you just made up that story about Ginny? Or did you become the youngest Head Boy ever? Or, or, or, or, or, or" Hermione wouldn't shut up she was just way too hyper.
"No, Mione. I'm quidditch captain for Gryffindor!" I replied making her stop in shock.
"You? You're the new quidditch captain???" Hermione's hyperness was fading away to be replaced by shear disbelief. I felt hurt. Hermione didn't think that I could be good enough to be quidditch captain. "Oh Harry! That's GREAT!!!!!" She ran over to be and hugged me so tightly that I felt like she was going to suffocate me. When she finally let go she kissed me deeply causing me to break away in shock and lack of breath. I stared at her. She was blushing really bad her cheeks were fire red. I didn't think that Ron could manage a blush like that! The thought of Ron made me look away from Hermione and sit down in the seat to stare out of the window. It was because of us that he was dead.
The train jerked forward and we started our journey to Hogwarts for the 5th time. People came in and talked to us, we bought all the sweets on the cart. It was just like old times, but missing Ron. I looked down at my chocolate frog then opened it slowly. I looked at the card it was Agrippa. A tear slid down my cheek, the first tear since we found out Ron was really dead. I carefully placed the card next to me. Then I pulled out another chocolate frog. I looked at the card again. Nicolas Flamel. I was impressed I hadn't gotten one of him yet. When there was only one box left Hermione handed it to me. I opened it not really wanting the frog, but I did collect the cards. Ptolemy. I cried out in anger and pain. The two cards that Ron had been looking for at least for 5 years I found within a half an hour. I was so angry at Voldemort for killing my best friend. Hermione came up to me and tried to hold me close but I pushed away and ran out into Fred and George's compartment.
"Here!" I yelled shoving the cards in George's hand. "Take them. Add them to Ron's collection." I turned and ran back out of the compartment leaving them staring blankly at me.
"What's up with Harry? And why on earth did he give you stuff for Ron?" I heard Lee ask as I ran down the hall.
I wanted to leave and never go back to Hogwarts ever. Never return to the wizarding world; just trade in my fortune for Muggle money and just live by myself. If I just broke his wand and put everything behind me then I wouldn't have to worry about anything that has to do with Ron. I leaned against the wall of the compartment that I had run into. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around then gasped seeing who it was.