Always Unforgotten by Brita*Chica

A/N: Chapter two, a little later than planned though.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling. Anything that ends up original belongs to me.

Chapter Two: Accidents Will Happen

"Mister Weasly. You are late!" Professor Sprout snapped at Ron as he walked through the doors of greenhouse two, a full twelve minutes after class had started.

"I... Urrm, got lost. I went to the wrong greenhouse. I..."

"Mister Weasly! Your lack of concentration in recent lessons has been appalling and now you show up late, with me knowing fair well that I said in the last two lessons that we would be in here today! If you keep up with this type of behaviour then I'm afraid that I will be forced to talk with Professor Dumbledore about you. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Very well then. As I was saying before the remainder of the class finally decided on showing up- today we will be studying the poisonous Ontelon plant. As I just said people, this plant is dangerous. It's poison will not kill but will knock out a fully grown person on direct contact. We will be extracting the juice- the dangerous part- from inside the plant. This juice is used to brew many potions ranging from crowd control spells to child sleeping drafts. Now, to do this properly we will have to put on the correct equipment. You need to wear, as laid out in front of you, a pair of long arm length gloves, plastic goggles and you will have to drink the water-body potions to keep your temperature at a normal rate as the Ontelons emit intense heat when threatened. Any loose hair will also need to be tied back away from the face and from the plants. If everyone has understood that. We shall begin, you each have your own plant, first take a knife, no- a sharper one than that Mister Thomas. Now- very carefully, whilst holding the vial in one hand, gently cut the plant along the..."

Ron struggled to hear what the teacher was saying. He was almost falling asleep and his senses seemed to be fading on him. He jolted his head up and shook it slightly to try and clear the clouds that seemed to be forming inside. The small voice in his head was back. Just sleep. Just a little bit. You can copy up whatever homework it is later. Sleep now. Relax.

Ron yawned openly and quite loudly, his vision starting to blur. Maybe the voice was right. Maybe he should just sleep. Even for just a little bit.

"It is important that the plant is only cut that way or it will spray it's poison instead of it flowing out steadily. Now- if everyone is ready. You may begin."

Ron looked at the knife in his head, then at the lightly shaded green and orange plant. There were lines down the sides of it which was probably where you were supposed to cut. After he did this then he would sleep.

He lowered his knife towards the plant and in the last instant he hard someone yelling, possibly in Hermione's voice, "Ron what are you doing! Not there!" It was too late though and he felt like he had been jumped upon by an overweight dragon and then finally he fell asleep.

When his eyes fluttered slowly open he heard two voices arguing.

"Just leave me alone! Go away! Go away!"

"Hah, hah. Moanie moanie misery. Moanie moanie misery!"

As Ron stared at the ceiling he saw two figures float into the room. The first was moaning Myrtle and the one chasing her was Peeves. Suddenly Peeves stopped in mid-air and turned to face Ron.

"Well, well, well. What happened to poor little Ronniekins? Did he hurt himself?" He said cackling.

"Go away Peeves."

"I don't see why I should. Everyone is always trying to get rid of me, well it won't work this time. Maybe you should pay more attention in class." He said, laughing again.

"Peeves! Get out of here!" Madame Pomfrey called from a separate room and Peeves flew out muttering about being treated unfairly.

"Urrm, thanks for that." Myrtle said to him.

"I didn't do anything."
"She wouldn't have realised he was here if you hadn't made him rant. So thanks, I suppose."

"Why was he chasing you anyway?" Ron asked, sitting up so he could see her properly.

"Why wouldn't he. Everyone hates me."

"That can't be true. Someone, somewhere must like you."

"Doubt it. Anyway, why are you here?"

"I almost fell asleep in Herboligy."
"Hmm, I never liked that subject."
"Really?"
"Really. You know..."
She didn't manage to finish her sentence as just then Harry and Hermionie burst through the door and she quickly flew away.

"Ron! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Fine."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Hermionie. I'm just tired. That's all. I think I'll go to sleep now." Ron replied, turning over in the hospital bed and shutting out anything around him.

A/N: Please review. Chapter three should be up a lot sooner than this one was.