Well here I am, sorry for the wait. I've been having an awesome summer!
I went to France and Canada, (best of both worlds considering I'm 1/8th French Canadian ;-)
I've had no time to write at all, but I will be updating regularly once school starts and all. I really like this story!
ANNOUNCEMENTS: I'M FINALLY AN UPPERCLASSMEN!!! I'm terribly excited!
Now on to the story!
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Harry and Hermione walked into the hospital wing to visit Ginny. They looked up and froze at the
scene: Ginny staring at the cot beside her, Madam Pomfrey leaning against the wall watching the cot with
wide eyes, and Dumbledore looking on with an unreadable expression on his face. Lying on the bed was none
other than Ron Weasley! Hermione gasped and dropped the copy of Witch's Weekly she had brought over to
cheer Ginny up. Dumbledore finally noticed their entrance and sighed, "Oh dear." Pointing his wand at the
door, he closed it before turning his gaze to Harry and Hermione. Harry's eyes narrowed, promising green
murder on Ron. Dumbledore cleared his throat and Harry looked up at his old schoolmaster.
"I suppose, Harry, that you would like to thrash Mr. Weasley, wouldn't you."
"I'll do more than thrash him, Pr, er Albus. I'll take the traitor's world apart!"
Dumbledore nodded gravely, though his eyes were dancing as he replied,
"Before you do that, I think that there are a few things I should tell you about Mr. Weasley. Is that all right with you?"
Harry nodded briefly before eyeing Ron again. Hermione just locked eyes with Ginny, silently expressing her
surprise at seeing her traitorous fiancee.
"In your seventh the year, as well you know, the inactivity of Voldermort's forces had worn off and
they started to attack. It became necessary to have a spy-"
"Snape." Harry interrupted.
"Yes, Harry, Professor Snape left to infiltrate the Deatheaters. However, he did not go alone. We
needed one more person Harry, to ensure Severus' safety and to increase our information intake. Somehow,
Ron caught wind of the idea. He met with me privately, and told me he'd go with Professor Snape. I
immediately refused but he proved to me how convenient it would be and how he could gain Voldemort's trust
better than Snape. He became a spy for us and provided us with brilliant information. Tactics, places-"
Hermione interrupted, "They were all Ron's, weren't they Professor."
Dumbledore nodded as she continued.
"It makes so much sense now. Ron always was good at strategy. He became Voldemort's right hand
man, so to speak. He provided excellent tactics for Voldemort and then would send you ones that were even
better. He's helped us win each time, hasn't he? He told us how to drive out the band of Deatheaters at Godric's
Hollow and at Hogsmeade. But what happened with the conflict here last week? They almost won!"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and replied, "Alas, I do not know. I assume that Ron had given his
strategy to Voldemort but I never recieved counter tactics. I met Sybil, er, Professor Trelawney, on the stairs
several minutes before he came. She related a premonition she'd had concerning a red-tailed hawk and the
hospital wing. I rushed here in time to prevent his collision with the window. I believe Voldemort has found
out about our hoax and as to where Professor Snape is, I have no idea."
" 's dead." came a hoarse whisper.
They all turned to face Ron, ghastly pale and feverish, sitting up in the bed.
"What?" Harry said.
" 's dead." replied Ron as he raised his voice. "He's dead and it's all my fault."
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dont worry I'm not leaving you hanging! - arynnl
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Hermione and Harry stared at each other before rushing to the bed Ron was lying on, stammering
apologies. Hermione burst into tears because she had doubted Ron. She hugged him tightly to her, feeling him
shake under her embrace. Both Harry and Dumbledore noted Ron's flinch at being touched; this was probably
the first non-violent contact he'd had with anyone in a long time.
Suddenly Hermione and Ron's romantic moment was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey falling to the
ground in a dead faint. Dumbledore saw to the good lady as Ron was smother by his friends and little sister.
He had been craving this moment since he had first become a "Deatheater". A lone tear slid down his dirty face.
Ron then opened his eyes, now hard with resolve. He gently unentangled himself and stood, leaning against the wall for support. Madam Pomfrey had finally revived making it five pairs of eyes following his every move.
Ron's legs trembled from exhaustion and his eyes were feverish; one of his arms hung at an odd
angle to his almost emaciated form.
"Ron, what's the matter?", Ginny asked in a worried voice.
He answered raspily, "I can't stay here. Its too dangerous. I'm leaving now. He's following me closely
and I don't want to endanger anyone that I care about."
His eyes lingered on Hermione before focusing on the door.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione were floored by his statement and all three stared unblinking.
Dumbledore, however, slowly got between Ron and the door. Noticing too late, Ron panicked and instinctively
drew his wand.
"Professor, please move. or, or I'll have to make you. He's going to come here! And then, then they'll
all die! And I can't let that happen! I, I won't let that happen!"
Dumbledore locked eyes with Harry, behind Ron. Ron saw this but again too late; he turned only to be stuck
down by a sleeping spell.
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well that's all for this chapter. hope you enjoyed it!
all suggestions, flames and questions welcome.
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~arynnl
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I went to France and Canada, (best of both worlds considering I'm 1/8th French Canadian ;-)
I've had no time to write at all, but I will be updating regularly once school starts and all. I really like this story!
ANNOUNCEMENTS: I'M FINALLY AN UPPERCLASSMEN!!! I'm terribly excited!
Now on to the story!
-- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
Harry and Hermione walked into the hospital wing to visit Ginny. They looked up and froze at the
scene: Ginny staring at the cot beside her, Madam Pomfrey leaning against the wall watching the cot with
wide eyes, and Dumbledore looking on with an unreadable expression on his face. Lying on the bed was none
other than Ron Weasley! Hermione gasped and dropped the copy of Witch's Weekly she had brought over to
cheer Ginny up. Dumbledore finally noticed their entrance and sighed, "Oh dear." Pointing his wand at the
door, he closed it before turning his gaze to Harry and Hermione. Harry's eyes narrowed, promising green
murder on Ron. Dumbledore cleared his throat and Harry looked up at his old schoolmaster.
"I suppose, Harry, that you would like to thrash Mr. Weasley, wouldn't you."
"I'll do more than thrash him, Pr, er Albus. I'll take the traitor's world apart!"
Dumbledore nodded gravely, though his eyes were dancing as he replied,
"Before you do that, I think that there are a few things I should tell you about Mr. Weasley. Is that all right with you?"
Harry nodded briefly before eyeing Ron again. Hermione just locked eyes with Ginny, silently expressing her
surprise at seeing her traitorous fiancee.
"In your seventh the year, as well you know, the inactivity of Voldermort's forces had worn off and
they started to attack. It became necessary to have a spy-"
"Snape." Harry interrupted.
"Yes, Harry, Professor Snape left to infiltrate the Deatheaters. However, he did not go alone. We
needed one more person Harry, to ensure Severus' safety and to increase our information intake. Somehow,
Ron caught wind of the idea. He met with me privately, and told me he'd go with Professor Snape. I
immediately refused but he proved to me how convenient it would be and how he could gain Voldemort's trust
better than Snape. He became a spy for us and provided us with brilliant information. Tactics, places-"
Hermione interrupted, "They were all Ron's, weren't they Professor."
Dumbledore nodded as she continued.
"It makes so much sense now. Ron always was good at strategy. He became Voldemort's right hand
man, so to speak. He provided excellent tactics for Voldemort and then would send you ones that were even
better. He's helped us win each time, hasn't he? He told us how to drive out the band of Deatheaters at Godric's
Hollow and at Hogsmeade. But what happened with the conflict here last week? They almost won!"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and replied, "Alas, I do not know. I assume that Ron had given his
strategy to Voldemort but I never recieved counter tactics. I met Sybil, er, Professor Trelawney, on the stairs
several minutes before he came. She related a premonition she'd had concerning a red-tailed hawk and the
hospital wing. I rushed here in time to prevent his collision with the window. I believe Voldemort has found
out about our hoax and as to where Professor Snape is, I have no idea."
" 's dead." came a hoarse whisper.
They all turned to face Ron, ghastly pale and feverish, sitting up in the bed.
"What?" Harry said.
" 's dead." replied Ron as he raised his voice. "He's dead and it's all my fault."
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dont worry I'm not leaving you hanging! - arynnl
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
Hermione and Harry stared at each other before rushing to the bed Ron was lying on, stammering
apologies. Hermione burst into tears because she had doubted Ron. She hugged him tightly to her, feeling him
shake under her embrace. Both Harry and Dumbledore noted Ron's flinch at being touched; this was probably
the first non-violent contact he'd had with anyone in a long time.
Suddenly Hermione and Ron's romantic moment was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey falling to the
ground in a dead faint. Dumbledore saw to the good lady as Ron was smother by his friends and little sister.
He had been craving this moment since he had first become a "Deatheater". A lone tear slid down his dirty face.
Ron then opened his eyes, now hard with resolve. He gently unentangled himself and stood, leaning against the wall for support. Madam Pomfrey had finally revived making it five pairs of eyes following his every move.
Ron's legs trembled from exhaustion and his eyes were feverish; one of his arms hung at an odd
angle to his almost emaciated form.
"Ron, what's the matter?", Ginny asked in a worried voice.
He answered raspily, "I can't stay here. Its too dangerous. I'm leaving now. He's following me closely
and I don't want to endanger anyone that I care about."
His eyes lingered on Hermione before focusing on the door.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione were floored by his statement and all three stared unblinking.
Dumbledore, however, slowly got between Ron and the door. Noticing too late, Ron panicked and instinctively
drew his wand.
"Professor, please move. or, or I'll have to make you. He's going to come here! And then, then they'll
all die! And I can't let that happen! I, I won't let that happen!"
Dumbledore locked eyes with Harry, behind Ron. Ron saw this but again too late; he turned only to be stuck
down by a sleeping spell.
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well that's all for this chapter. hope you enjoyed it!
all suggestions, flames and questions welcome.
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~arynnl
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