Okay,next and , I think, last chapter!
Harry drowsily opened his eyes. He was shrouded in white,and he found moving tedious. It was in the late evening, and the moonlight shone through the window. Damn, he must be in the hospital wing. His head hurt and he felt really tired, despite the fact that he must've been sleeping for a while. Then he remembered.
Ron.
What - had happened - to Ron? They had been taken prisoner by Voldemort, and he had been tortured . That was all he recalled. He was getting really anxious now. He needed to find Ron. Oh, but this bloody headache....
In that moment, the door quietly opened and shut, but on it's own, to Harry's great dismay. He didn't move, perhaps it would go away. But then, out of thin air, Ron appeared, letting the invisibility cloak down off of him. Harry grinned to himself, but closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Ron crept to Harry's bedside and sat in the chair, setting the cloak on the bed. He looked down on Harry and a warm feeling swept over him. He looked so innocent when he slept, so peaceful. Beautiful. Like an angel.
Slowly, Harry's eyes lifted, revealing those familiar emerald orbs. A smile came on his face.
" Ron", he said. For some reason, he felt extremely weary in that moment. Too tired to move or breath. Too tired.
" Hi ", Ron replied warmly. He slipped his hand into Harry's.
" I was so scared for a moment. I thought you had...." Harry mumbled.
" You scared the bloody hell out of me. I thought I had lost you back
there. I thought we were both going to die."
Harry didn't answer, but stared at Ron with a burdened look on his face, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.
" How is your head feeling?" Ron asked.
" It still bothers me, but I'll get over it."
" You must've cut it somewhere along the way. "
" Hmm", said Harry.
Ron sighed. " Well, I ought to be going. Don't want Filch catching
me." He began to get up.
" No, wait", Harry pleaded. " Please. Stay. Just until I fall asleep."
Ron smiled and sat down again. Harry snuggled against the corner of his pillow, and closed his eyes, dozing off to sleep. Ron rubbed his back for a while sending Harry into a deep slumber. He found himself slumped over Harry the next morning.
Harry drowsily opened his eyes. He was shrouded in white,and he found moving tedious. It was in the late evening, and the moonlight shone through the window. Damn, he must be in the hospital wing. His head hurt and he felt really tired, despite the fact that he must've been sleeping for a while. Then he remembered.
Ron.
What - had happened - to Ron? They had been taken prisoner by Voldemort, and he had been tortured . That was all he recalled. He was getting really anxious now. He needed to find Ron. Oh, but this bloody headache....
In that moment, the door quietly opened and shut, but on it's own, to Harry's great dismay. He didn't move, perhaps it would go away. But then, out of thin air, Ron appeared, letting the invisibility cloak down off of him. Harry grinned to himself, but closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Ron crept to Harry's bedside and sat in the chair, setting the cloak on the bed. He looked down on Harry and a warm feeling swept over him. He looked so innocent when he slept, so peaceful. Beautiful. Like an angel.
Slowly, Harry's eyes lifted, revealing those familiar emerald orbs. A smile came on his face.
" Ron", he said. For some reason, he felt extremely weary in that moment. Too tired to move or breath. Too tired.
" Hi ", Ron replied warmly. He slipped his hand into Harry's.
" I was so scared for a moment. I thought you had...." Harry mumbled.
" You scared the bloody hell out of me. I thought I had lost you back
there. I thought we were both going to die."
Harry didn't answer, but stared at Ron with a burdened look on his face, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.
" How is your head feeling?" Ron asked.
" It still bothers me, but I'll get over it."
" You must've cut it somewhere along the way. "
" Hmm", said Harry.
Ron sighed. " Well, I ought to be going. Don't want Filch catching
me." He began to get up.
" No, wait", Harry pleaded. " Please. Stay. Just until I fall asleep."
Ron smiled and sat down again. Harry snuggled against the corner of his pillow, and closed his eyes, dozing off to sleep. Ron rubbed his back for a while sending Harry into a deep slumber. He found himself slumped over Harry the next morning.