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The boy behind the scar
Chapter 4- Ready, steady or go?
A figure sat low in the armchair, all alone in silence. Sirius Black rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the glass in his hand. Without another thought, he swallowed the entire contents, wincing slightly as the amber liquid slid down his throat leaving a trail of fire. Another lead that had ultimately amounted to nothing. It had been a complete and utter waste of time, but what was he supposed to do. Harry was his family, his reason for living for a very long time. Sirius sighed and let his gaze drift to the fire; the flames flickered over his face illuminating his weary expression.
In a way he understood why Harry felt the need to stay away from the wizarding world. After having his name cleared, Sirius felt that the press was permanently hounding him. They followed him everywhere he went; his movements had been constantly shadowed for the first week. A photograph of him in the shower had even shown up in the Daily prophet (how or when that picture was taken was a complete mystery to him). But for Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the defeater of evil, well it would have been a hundred times worse. But still, he desperately needed to know that Harry was all right, he needed to know that Harry was even alive. Everyone knew he was still standing the night Voldemort meet his final downfall, but what had happened afterward? Sirius' musing was cut short by a brisk tapping at the window. Frowning slightly, Sirius pushed his lean frame out of the chair and made his way over to the window. As he opened it, he recognized the owl immediately and watched as he soared off into the night, his work done. Settling himself at the desk that had once belonged to his father, Sirius carefully unfolded the parchment.
Dear Sirius, How's everything living in the lap of luxury? You know I'm only joking, but do you realize that you must have about twenty rooms you have no idea what they are used for? Personally I suggest that you should rent them out to house elves or something similar, imagine how much Hermione would praise you, Sirius saviour of SPEW! Anyway, in all seriousness (no pun intended), how are things? We haven't seen you in quite a while at the Burrow. Mom was so disappointed that she couldn't try to fatten you up and Dad wanted to show off his new feletone contraption (yes I see you smirking and I know it's a telephone, but you know my Dad, never remembers). This one is bright pink and clashes horribly with the living room carpet, but Dad refuses to get rid of it, no matter how many times Mom threatens to hex him. Not much going on here, apart from Charlie's new girlfriend being the cause of an underground betting circle. Fancy a flutter? I think George was a bit optimistic, he went for three months. His reasoning caused Alicia to slap him and ignore him for two hours. Linda (Charlie's latest squeeze) had no clue what was going on, but I think that Mom and Charlie must of guessed. Hermione and Ron are still under great pressure from my mother. They should never have mentioned the word 'wedding'. She's going into insane planning mood! I think that they will eventually elope just to avoid the ice sculptures and swans, not to mention what Fred and George are likely to do! Fred couldn't even resist at his own wedding! Oh, you might be pleased to know that I met someone who used to go to Hogwarts with you, and found out that your fame proceeds you. Some wizard was admitted the other day, he was covered in hex marks, had an extra arm and leg and was bright green. When I asked him what in Merlin's sake had happened, he starts grumbling about his ex-wife. Then he smiled and said, 'I've had worse though, Sirius Black put me in the hospital wing for two weeks when we at school.' He insists that he had no memory of why. Care to enlighten me? Now I've probably made your head grow even bigger, Ron wants to know if you fancy going to see the Chudley Cannons this weekend? He says you are the only one who really appreciates Quidditch as much as him. That is probably because Fred and George keep bewitching him to turn the other teams colours. We all miss you here, you should drop by some time (someone needs to beat Ron at chess again, his ego is swelling). Send my love to Isobel,
Ginny
Sirius sighed upon finishing the letter and lent back. The Weasley's had really been there for him. When Harry had dissapeared and there was no sign of him, Sirius had been a nervous wreck. He had been sat in the back of the Great Hall at Harry's graduation, disguised as Snuffles of course. As soon as Harry had started his speech, Sirius knew what he was going to do, but somehow couldn't get his limbs to move, couldn't seem to find a way to stop him. Then suddenly he was gone. Guilt had clouded his mind and all he could think of was finding his godson and keeping him safe. He owed it to Lily and James, but Harry appeared to simply dissapear off the face of the earth. The Weasley's were suffering their own grief, but still managed to help Sirius begin to deal with his. Even when on the run, they always had an open door to the convict. Molly Weasley constantly fussed that he was too thin and tried to feed him a whole assortment of delicious foods. Arthur had always been there if he needed to talk, always listening and reassuring Sirius that there was nothing he could have done, that Harry was always a lot happier just knowing that Sirius was there for him. Fred and George were always there when he needed cheering up. Those two reminded him so much of him and James and delighted in telling them stories of the Marauder's and their mischief making. Needless to say that Sirius became some kind of god in their eyes and thanked him often for creating the map and ultimately helping them to become the pranksters they are today. Ron and Ginny, however, were those who helped Sirius more than anyone else. Their loss seemed as great as his own and that somehow stopped Sirius being consumed by self pity. He watched them suffer and grieve, but he watched them carry on with amazing strength. Ron never gave up hope that Harry would come home and Sirius always marveled at his complete determination. Sirius often believed that Ron's amazing ability as an Auror stemmed from his being used to being by Harry's side. He worked tiredlessly to stop the deatheaters, perhaps as a way to also help his friend, he was intent on helping others as he would have by Harry's side. Ginny showed such inner spirit that not only made an impression on Sirius, but also the rest of her family. This was, however, also a cause of worry for them. She never broke down, she just continued to dedicate herself wholely to helping the casualties of the war. Ginny comforted her mother when she would worry about her family, those who were close by and those miles away. Ginny always had a smile and a comforting word for anyone who was feeling low. She always went out of her way to make sure that Sirius knew he was welcome and wrote to him with such trival things, it almost made things seem normal. In a way they were his link to Harry. They had spent the last six or seven years with him, seing him everyday, seeing him when Sirius couldn't. They knew Harry better than anyone else in the entire world and Sirius knew just how much they cared for him. But maybe, just maybe it was time for Sirius to start letting go. He would never let go completely, but perhaps it was time to stop searching for the boy, who so obvisiously didn't want to be found. No correction.man, Harry was a man now, with all he had endured he had been forced to grow up too fast. Sirius loved Harry like he was his own son and knew he could never be completely happy until Harry was home again, but he needed to live his own life. All this searching for Harry was starting to take it's toll on his relationship with Isobel. He knew that she loved him dearly, that was evident from her loyalty to him even when he was still a convicted murderer, but they had started to fight a lot recently. He was never really home and it suddenly occurred to Sirius that if he didn't sort it out soon he would lose the other most important person in his life. With this thought, Sirius made up his mind to try and move on with his life, his life with Isobel. If Harry wanted to see Sirius, he would find him, the search now seemed to be pointless because Harry obvisiously wanted to be alone. Slowly Sirius put the letter in his desk drawer, deciding to reply to it tommorrow. Then he made his way out of the room and headed upstairs, ready for the conversation that could shape the rest of his life.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron scowled literally collapsing into a chair behind his desk. Wincing slightly, he stretched out his left hand and examined the scorching hex mark that shined from little finger to thumb. Next time, he firmly decided, he was going to assign the wacky cases like this to a cadet. No, better to leave an unhinged wizard who had barricaded himself into his local tea shop, claiming that the end of the world was coming, to someone else. Damn, he hadn't realised that mixing up one letter of the 'expelliamus' could be so damn painful. Picking up his wand that he had abandoned on his desk on his entry, he quickly muttered a quick healing charm and relaxed as the skin began to cool. Things had been quiet for most of this week and although Ron should have been relieved, it was oddly disconcerting. Since becoming an Auror straight out of Hogwarts, Ron had never known dark activity to be at such a low. It oddly gave him the sense of a calm before the storm. But that was ridiculous really, since Voldemort's defeat all dark activity had been steadily decreasing. Ron was just used to the hustle and bustle, the action. He liked to keep busy, needed to keep busy. When he had time to spare, it gave him time to think, time to think about Harry. Ron wondered where he was, what he was doing and wondered whether he missed everyone as much as they missed him. The only thing that seemed to take his mind off everything, was Hermione. Thinking of her brought a smile to his face. Really she was the only thing keeping him sane with everything going on around him. Just the sound of her voice made his heart flutter, even the mention of her name could make him grin like a idiot. Hermione just made it so easy for Ron to love her, he couldn't wait to marry her, to be bound to her forever. To him forever just wasn't enough. There was a knock and then his office door opened, revealing a pretty witch with long golden hair. Ron hadn't even noticed her arrival and she had to stifle a giggle at his lovesick expression, his eyes were clouded and he was wearing that goofy grin. "Thinking of Hermione, again?" This caused Ron to break out of his daze, he glanced up at his secretary in confusion.
"You caught me!" Ron held up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry Mandy, was a million miles away and didn't hear you come in." Mandy Brocklehurst gave a small laugh, as she handed her boss a pile of parchment.
"Don't worry about it, if I found out that Terry looked like that when he was thinking of me, well lets just say I'd be very grateful." She gave him a wicked smile. "These came for you this morning and that," she pointed a red-polished finger at the top parchment "came by owl a few minutes ago." But Ron hadn't heard the last few words. He sat staring at the parchment and didn't even realise that his secretary had left. That writing was so familiar, but it couldn't be.? With shaking hands, he unfolded the parchment, taking a deep breath. On the parchment, written in the same familiar scrawl was the words;
Cemetery, 2.00 pm, come alone
Dumbfounded, Ron stared at those words, emotions in terrible conflict. After a few seconds he quickly glanced at his watch and saw the tiny planets moving fast. The time was 1.45 pm, that gave him fifteen minutes. Grabbing his cloak he quickly exited his office and left the ministry building, then standing on the stone steps, he hastily apparated.
A chilling winter breeze surrounded the cemetery at Godric's Hollow. All appeared to be deserted and Ron felt that fire of hope that had been burning, begin to fizzle. Maybe he was just late, Ron tried to be optimistic, but he had the sinking feeling he had been wrong about the sender of the owl. After about ten minutes, he began to consider leaving and was about to turn when he heard a loud rustling noise. Ron's keen Auror instincts directed him to the sound immediately. Turning to face the sound, Ron held his breathe as two hands appeared out of thin air. Slowly they began to push the cloak backwards, revealing a head of dark hair and a pair of emerald green eyes. Ron's blue eyes widened in disbelief.
"H- Harry?"
"Hi Ron." Without a second thought, Ron took long strides across the grass and threw his arms around his best friend. He felt so happy that he didn't even noticed that tears began to streak down his cheeks, if he had he still wouldn't of cared. Weakly Harry hugged him back, pretending for just a second that everything was all right. Lost in joy, Ron began to speak in excited and hurried tones.
"God Harry, I can't believe it's really you! You have no idea what it's been like without you. We've all missed you so much, but everything's all right now, you're back. Mom will just go mad when she sees you." Stepping back, Ron beamed at his long absent friend.
"Let's go to the burrow! Most people are at work, but Mom will be pleased to see you, we can surprise the others!" Listening to Ron's enthusiasm, Harry felt his gut wrench. The offer was so tempting, but.
"Ron. I'm sorry, I can't." This simple, softly spoken sentence caused there to be a sudden uncomfortable silence. Ron's expression changed immediately as he stared at his friend, everything suddenly became apparent.
"You're not coming back, are you?" Sadly, Harry shook his head.
"Then what the hell was all this for!" Ron's anger was fuelled by the bitter disappointment that had replaced his sudden joy. "You have no idea what it's been like for the past year and a half, not knowing where you are, if you are even alive! I can understand why you left in the first place, but how do you think it made us feel to know we weren't what you wanted to return too! Harry, you didn't even give us a chance to help you! Every time we got an owl, it was hard not to be filled with fear and hope. What if it was from you? What if it was telling us you were dead? How do you think it made me feel? You were my best friend and I had always been there with you, we were supposed to stick together. But not one measly owl to say 'hey I'm alive!' Now you come back to say you're not coming back!" Still angry, Ron ran his hands desperately through his flame red hair. "So why bother with all this?"
"Ron, I missed you all too, but I can't. I'm not ready." Trailing off, Harry shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "I had to warn you, though. If it wasn't important." He trailed off again. Staring into a pair of expressionless blue eyes, he took a deep breath. "I need your help.It's about Ginny!" At these words, Ron suddenly looked strangely at Harry.
"What about Ginny?"
"She's in danger, Ron. I know it." Without giving Ron a chance to say anything, he continued. "People are after her, I don't know who or why, but I know she needs protection."
"How do you know, Harry? You haven't seen her or the wizarding world in a long time. How could you possibly know?" Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of worry and scepticism.
"I saw it. I saw her all alone, scared and in a lot of danger. Ron, I saw her die."
"You-know-who is gone, Harry! He was the only reason you had those visions in your sleep and your scar burnt then, it's not now is it! Besides they were as they were happening and Ginny is fine. So how can you be sure of what you saw? You know dreams are just that, dreams. It was probably just, I don't know." Ron suddenly trailed off at the look on Harry's face.
"But Ron, I wasn't asleep!"
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Disclaimer: If we owned anything we would be called JK Rowling and the 5th book would be out already! So basically we own the grand sum of zero.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, reviews are welcomed with open arms so keep them coming! Sorry took so long to update but we couldn't with writers block, exams, work, ff.net being down, our computer messing up, going on holiday.the list is endless! But the 4th chapter is finally here! So read and enjoy!
The boy behind the scar
Chapter 4- Ready, steady or go?
A figure sat low in the armchair, all alone in silence. Sirius Black rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the glass in his hand. Without another thought, he swallowed the entire contents, wincing slightly as the amber liquid slid down his throat leaving a trail of fire. Another lead that had ultimately amounted to nothing. It had been a complete and utter waste of time, but what was he supposed to do. Harry was his family, his reason for living for a very long time. Sirius sighed and let his gaze drift to the fire; the flames flickered over his face illuminating his weary expression.
In a way he understood why Harry felt the need to stay away from the wizarding world. After having his name cleared, Sirius felt that the press was permanently hounding him. They followed him everywhere he went; his movements had been constantly shadowed for the first week. A photograph of him in the shower had even shown up in the Daily prophet (how or when that picture was taken was a complete mystery to him). But for Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the defeater of evil, well it would have been a hundred times worse. But still, he desperately needed to know that Harry was all right, he needed to know that Harry was even alive. Everyone knew he was still standing the night Voldemort meet his final downfall, but what had happened afterward? Sirius' musing was cut short by a brisk tapping at the window. Frowning slightly, Sirius pushed his lean frame out of the chair and made his way over to the window. As he opened it, he recognized the owl immediately and watched as he soared off into the night, his work done. Settling himself at the desk that had once belonged to his father, Sirius carefully unfolded the parchment.
Dear Sirius, How's everything living in the lap of luxury? You know I'm only joking, but do you realize that you must have about twenty rooms you have no idea what they are used for? Personally I suggest that you should rent them out to house elves or something similar, imagine how much Hermione would praise you, Sirius saviour of SPEW! Anyway, in all seriousness (no pun intended), how are things? We haven't seen you in quite a while at the Burrow. Mom was so disappointed that she couldn't try to fatten you up and Dad wanted to show off his new feletone contraption (yes I see you smirking and I know it's a telephone, but you know my Dad, never remembers). This one is bright pink and clashes horribly with the living room carpet, but Dad refuses to get rid of it, no matter how many times Mom threatens to hex him. Not much going on here, apart from Charlie's new girlfriend being the cause of an underground betting circle. Fancy a flutter? I think George was a bit optimistic, he went for three months. His reasoning caused Alicia to slap him and ignore him for two hours. Linda (Charlie's latest squeeze) had no clue what was going on, but I think that Mom and Charlie must of guessed. Hermione and Ron are still under great pressure from my mother. They should never have mentioned the word 'wedding'. She's going into insane planning mood! I think that they will eventually elope just to avoid the ice sculptures and swans, not to mention what Fred and George are likely to do! Fred couldn't even resist at his own wedding! Oh, you might be pleased to know that I met someone who used to go to Hogwarts with you, and found out that your fame proceeds you. Some wizard was admitted the other day, he was covered in hex marks, had an extra arm and leg and was bright green. When I asked him what in Merlin's sake had happened, he starts grumbling about his ex-wife. Then he smiled and said, 'I've had worse though, Sirius Black put me in the hospital wing for two weeks when we at school.' He insists that he had no memory of why. Care to enlighten me? Now I've probably made your head grow even bigger, Ron wants to know if you fancy going to see the Chudley Cannons this weekend? He says you are the only one who really appreciates Quidditch as much as him. That is probably because Fred and George keep bewitching him to turn the other teams colours. We all miss you here, you should drop by some time (someone needs to beat Ron at chess again, his ego is swelling). Send my love to Isobel,
Ginny
Sirius sighed upon finishing the letter and lent back. The Weasley's had really been there for him. When Harry had dissapeared and there was no sign of him, Sirius had been a nervous wreck. He had been sat in the back of the Great Hall at Harry's graduation, disguised as Snuffles of course. As soon as Harry had started his speech, Sirius knew what he was going to do, but somehow couldn't get his limbs to move, couldn't seem to find a way to stop him. Then suddenly he was gone. Guilt had clouded his mind and all he could think of was finding his godson and keeping him safe. He owed it to Lily and James, but Harry appeared to simply dissapear off the face of the earth. The Weasley's were suffering their own grief, but still managed to help Sirius begin to deal with his. Even when on the run, they always had an open door to the convict. Molly Weasley constantly fussed that he was too thin and tried to feed him a whole assortment of delicious foods. Arthur had always been there if he needed to talk, always listening and reassuring Sirius that there was nothing he could have done, that Harry was always a lot happier just knowing that Sirius was there for him. Fred and George were always there when he needed cheering up. Those two reminded him so much of him and James and delighted in telling them stories of the Marauder's and their mischief making. Needless to say that Sirius became some kind of god in their eyes and thanked him often for creating the map and ultimately helping them to become the pranksters they are today. Ron and Ginny, however, were those who helped Sirius more than anyone else. Their loss seemed as great as his own and that somehow stopped Sirius being consumed by self pity. He watched them suffer and grieve, but he watched them carry on with amazing strength. Ron never gave up hope that Harry would come home and Sirius always marveled at his complete determination. Sirius often believed that Ron's amazing ability as an Auror stemmed from his being used to being by Harry's side. He worked tiredlessly to stop the deatheaters, perhaps as a way to also help his friend, he was intent on helping others as he would have by Harry's side. Ginny showed such inner spirit that not only made an impression on Sirius, but also the rest of her family. This was, however, also a cause of worry for them. She never broke down, she just continued to dedicate herself wholely to helping the casualties of the war. Ginny comforted her mother when she would worry about her family, those who were close by and those miles away. Ginny always had a smile and a comforting word for anyone who was feeling low. She always went out of her way to make sure that Sirius knew he was welcome and wrote to him with such trival things, it almost made things seem normal. In a way they were his link to Harry. They had spent the last six or seven years with him, seing him everyday, seeing him when Sirius couldn't. They knew Harry better than anyone else in the entire world and Sirius knew just how much they cared for him. But maybe, just maybe it was time for Sirius to start letting go. He would never let go completely, but perhaps it was time to stop searching for the boy, who so obvisiously didn't want to be found. No correction.man, Harry was a man now, with all he had endured he had been forced to grow up too fast. Sirius loved Harry like he was his own son and knew he could never be completely happy until Harry was home again, but he needed to live his own life. All this searching for Harry was starting to take it's toll on his relationship with Isobel. He knew that she loved him dearly, that was evident from her loyalty to him even when he was still a convicted murderer, but they had started to fight a lot recently. He was never really home and it suddenly occurred to Sirius that if he didn't sort it out soon he would lose the other most important person in his life. With this thought, Sirius made up his mind to try and move on with his life, his life with Isobel. If Harry wanted to see Sirius, he would find him, the search now seemed to be pointless because Harry obvisiously wanted to be alone. Slowly Sirius put the letter in his desk drawer, deciding to reply to it tommorrow. Then he made his way out of the room and headed upstairs, ready for the conversation that could shape the rest of his life.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron scowled literally collapsing into a chair behind his desk. Wincing slightly, he stretched out his left hand and examined the scorching hex mark that shined from little finger to thumb. Next time, he firmly decided, he was going to assign the wacky cases like this to a cadet. No, better to leave an unhinged wizard who had barricaded himself into his local tea shop, claiming that the end of the world was coming, to someone else. Damn, he hadn't realised that mixing up one letter of the 'expelliamus' could be so damn painful. Picking up his wand that he had abandoned on his desk on his entry, he quickly muttered a quick healing charm and relaxed as the skin began to cool. Things had been quiet for most of this week and although Ron should have been relieved, it was oddly disconcerting. Since becoming an Auror straight out of Hogwarts, Ron had never known dark activity to be at such a low. It oddly gave him the sense of a calm before the storm. But that was ridiculous really, since Voldemort's defeat all dark activity had been steadily decreasing. Ron was just used to the hustle and bustle, the action. He liked to keep busy, needed to keep busy. When he had time to spare, it gave him time to think, time to think about Harry. Ron wondered where he was, what he was doing and wondered whether he missed everyone as much as they missed him. The only thing that seemed to take his mind off everything, was Hermione. Thinking of her brought a smile to his face. Really she was the only thing keeping him sane with everything going on around him. Just the sound of her voice made his heart flutter, even the mention of her name could make him grin like a idiot. Hermione just made it so easy for Ron to love her, he couldn't wait to marry her, to be bound to her forever. To him forever just wasn't enough. There was a knock and then his office door opened, revealing a pretty witch with long golden hair. Ron hadn't even noticed her arrival and she had to stifle a giggle at his lovesick expression, his eyes were clouded and he was wearing that goofy grin. "Thinking of Hermione, again?" This caused Ron to break out of his daze, he glanced up at his secretary in confusion.
"You caught me!" Ron held up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry Mandy, was a million miles away and didn't hear you come in." Mandy Brocklehurst gave a small laugh, as she handed her boss a pile of parchment.
"Don't worry about it, if I found out that Terry looked like that when he was thinking of me, well lets just say I'd be very grateful." She gave him a wicked smile. "These came for you this morning and that," she pointed a red-polished finger at the top parchment "came by owl a few minutes ago." But Ron hadn't heard the last few words. He sat staring at the parchment and didn't even realise that his secretary had left. That writing was so familiar, but it couldn't be.? With shaking hands, he unfolded the parchment, taking a deep breath. On the parchment, written in the same familiar scrawl was the words;
Cemetery, 2.00 pm, come alone
Dumbfounded, Ron stared at those words, emotions in terrible conflict. After a few seconds he quickly glanced at his watch and saw the tiny planets moving fast. The time was 1.45 pm, that gave him fifteen minutes. Grabbing his cloak he quickly exited his office and left the ministry building, then standing on the stone steps, he hastily apparated.
A chilling winter breeze surrounded the cemetery at Godric's Hollow. All appeared to be deserted and Ron felt that fire of hope that had been burning, begin to fizzle. Maybe he was just late, Ron tried to be optimistic, but he had the sinking feeling he had been wrong about the sender of the owl. After about ten minutes, he began to consider leaving and was about to turn when he heard a loud rustling noise. Ron's keen Auror instincts directed him to the sound immediately. Turning to face the sound, Ron held his breathe as two hands appeared out of thin air. Slowly they began to push the cloak backwards, revealing a head of dark hair and a pair of emerald green eyes. Ron's blue eyes widened in disbelief.
"H- Harry?"
"Hi Ron." Without a second thought, Ron took long strides across the grass and threw his arms around his best friend. He felt so happy that he didn't even noticed that tears began to streak down his cheeks, if he had he still wouldn't of cared. Weakly Harry hugged him back, pretending for just a second that everything was all right. Lost in joy, Ron began to speak in excited and hurried tones.
"God Harry, I can't believe it's really you! You have no idea what it's been like without you. We've all missed you so much, but everything's all right now, you're back. Mom will just go mad when she sees you." Stepping back, Ron beamed at his long absent friend.
"Let's go to the burrow! Most people are at work, but Mom will be pleased to see you, we can surprise the others!" Listening to Ron's enthusiasm, Harry felt his gut wrench. The offer was so tempting, but.
"Ron. I'm sorry, I can't." This simple, softly spoken sentence caused there to be a sudden uncomfortable silence. Ron's expression changed immediately as he stared at his friend, everything suddenly became apparent.
"You're not coming back, are you?" Sadly, Harry shook his head.
"Then what the hell was all this for!" Ron's anger was fuelled by the bitter disappointment that had replaced his sudden joy. "You have no idea what it's been like for the past year and a half, not knowing where you are, if you are even alive! I can understand why you left in the first place, but how do you think it made us feel to know we weren't what you wanted to return too! Harry, you didn't even give us a chance to help you! Every time we got an owl, it was hard not to be filled with fear and hope. What if it was from you? What if it was telling us you were dead? How do you think it made me feel? You were my best friend and I had always been there with you, we were supposed to stick together. But not one measly owl to say 'hey I'm alive!' Now you come back to say you're not coming back!" Still angry, Ron ran his hands desperately through his flame red hair. "So why bother with all this?"
"Ron, I missed you all too, but I can't. I'm not ready." Trailing off, Harry shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "I had to warn you, though. If it wasn't important." He trailed off again. Staring into a pair of expressionless blue eyes, he took a deep breath. "I need your help.It's about Ginny!" At these words, Ron suddenly looked strangely at Harry.
"What about Ginny?"
"She's in danger, Ron. I know it." Without giving Ron a chance to say anything, he continued. "People are after her, I don't know who or why, but I know she needs protection."
"How do you know, Harry? You haven't seen her or the wizarding world in a long time. How could you possibly know?" Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of worry and scepticism.
"I saw it. I saw her all alone, scared and in a lot of danger. Ron, I saw her die."
"You-know-who is gone, Harry! He was the only reason you had those visions in your sleep and your scar burnt then, it's not now is it! Besides they were as they were happening and Ginny is fine. So how can you be sure of what you saw? You know dreams are just that, dreams. It was probably just, I don't know." Ron suddenly trailed off at the look on Harry's face.
"But Ron, I wasn't asleep!"
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