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Disclaimer: everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the plot

"What kind of answers do you want?" yelled Ron, as he struggled to remove his feet from the ground.

"I want to know everything, I want to know about Harry Potter. He's your best friend is he not?"

Ron remained silent for a second, pondering the question, "No, not anymore."

"Oh.well then this will give you even more incentive to follow my lead. Did he hurt you in someway? Oh I know.was there a little conflict in paradise.possibly over that mugblood you two are so fond of?"

"Don't you dare call her by that name, you filth!" Ron roared as he swirled around with all his strength, releasing his feet free.

"Filth, me? Now, now, little one don't go using such harsh language. Your mummy wouldn't be proud," Voldemort smiled with sparkling yellow teeth. "I believe I have found your weak spot hey, the girl."

"Better watch yourself!" screamed Ron as he attempted to pull his wand out of his cloak in one swift movement. However, he was too late, Voldemort had snatched it from him.

"Prepare your mind Weasely, your going to relive your memories once more and then no more," Voldemort said as he clamped his other hand over Ron's wand tightly and pointed it straight at Ron.

"Noooooo!" squealed Ron as he backed away, feeling his brain already starting to hurt.

"YES," responded Voldemort. "Mimbolwimbbb....."

Harry and Hermione jumped out from underneath the cloak, "Expeliarmus!!!!" they shouted together.

"..what...nooo!" Ron's wand flew from Voldemort's hands and Voldemort collapsed to the ground.

"Are you all right Ron?" Hermione asked running over to a very confused and frightened Ron.

"Get out of here Voldemort before I kill you! And have no doubts in your mind that I won't," shouted Harry.

"YOU'LL Pay Potter, you'll pay just as your mums and dadums did! Expect it soon!" Voldemort threatened and with a swish of his cloak he vanished.

Ron had fallen on the ground and Hermione was on her knees trying to calm him down. Ron just kept staring at her, hoping that it was all a dream.

"Ron, Ron, can you hear me, Ron?

"aaaa...sure.ya.I'm alright, I'm alright, let me up, where is he, I'll take care of him," Ron squirmed up as he tried to present himself as confident.

"No need," Hermione explained, "Harry's done it. Oh, Harry did you get hurt, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, thanks to your quick thinking on using that spell."

"Great minds think alike," Hermione smiled at him. "We better hurry back to the castle, it's pretty late, and the faculty should know about this."

"Ron, I'm sorry about upstairs in the dorm, I didn't know I was upsetting you," explained Harry.

"Don't worry about it," Ron replied, smile and all, but his heart was aching.

As Hermione and Harry strode off in front, hand in hand, Ron was close behind, but his mind wasn't. "How can I be so stupid," thought Ron, "she was right there and I didn't even try to fight Voldemort. I could have impressed her!"

That night was torture, nightmares flooded Ron's mind. But these nightmares weren't about Voldemort, they were about Hermione laughing at him as Harry kicked him, punched him, and threw food at him. "Why can't I just be cool, why can't I just say what I'm feeling," Ron dreamed as the dream Harry splattered a pie in his face.

The next morning was the start of classes and by first period everyone was talking about Harry's brilliant defeat of Voldemort and the saving of his helpless best friend in the process.

By nightfall Ron was so wrapped up in hatred and thoughts of revenge that he had come up with a plan to impress Hermione and get back at this famous Harry Potter at the same time.