*~* Disclaimer:I do not own anypart of my story except for Hannah Potter, Jennifer Taylor, and Andrews School of Witchcraft. My friend Angel owns Angel McCartney. And we also own Crystal Glass together. *~*
Chapter 6: Wild Thingz
Ron stared at Harry. Hermione looked at Ron and looked over to where he was staring at. Her eyes widened at the sight of Harry's eyes opening. Hannah was still crying next to Hermione; Jennifer and Crystal were staring at Hannah with pained experesions; Angel was trying to comfort Hannah; and Siruis was looking at his lap.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, hugging him. Everyone looked at Harry and started to hug him, everyone except for Ron.
"Harry! I'm so sorry for everything!" Hannah said, still crying.
"It's okay, Hannah. Come here." Harry said, hugging his sister a again. They let go of one another and Harry looked over at Ron. "Suprised to see you here."
"Fine. I'll go." Ron said, starting to walk away.
"No! Ron! Come back! Please!" Harry yelled at him. Ron smiled and walked over to Harry's side.
"You know, Harry," Hermione started. "Ron was by your side more than anyone else in this room during the past few days. Except maybe Siruis."
"Really, Ron?" Harry asked, smiling.
"Yeah. I wasn't going to leave your side. I didn't want you to die just after we got in a fight. I felt it was my fault if you died." Ron said, staring at his feet.
"Ron, it wouldn't be your fault!" Hannah said, still crying. "It would be mine! I'm the one who ran off!"
"It would be neither of your guys' fault! I promise! It would be Voldemorts fault!" Harry yelled at them. Ron and Hannah immediatly shut up. Hannah wiped away her tears and left the room, Angel, Crystal, and Jennifer following.
"I'm going to go now. Bye, Harry." Ron said, turning to leave, but was once again stopped by Harry.
"Ron, wait. I want to talk to you. Everyone else needs to step out for a moment." Harry said, his eyes not leaving Ron's face. Ron looked away to keep from noticing Harry's stare. When everyone had left, Ron turned back to Harry.
"Yeah, Harry?" Ron said frightened of what Harry might do or say.
"Ron, don't look so scared! I just want to talk to you!" Harry laughed. He stopped laughing and looked down at his lap. "Ron, I'm sorry about our fight. I didn't mean to be so mean. It's just, when people say I'm something I'm not, I just get so angry."
"I understand, Harry. Me of all people should have know that. Hell, I did know that. I was just was so mad, and I didn't have anything to throw back in your face." Ron said staring at Harry. Harry looked up and Ron was suprised to see that he was smiling. Ron smiled back.
"Well, I best go, then." Ron said, turning to leave.
"Okay. But send Hannah in and tell her I don't care if her little friends come, too. I would actually like to meet them all."
"Okay, Harry." Ron said before leaving out the door.
Ron ran into Fred on the way to the Gryffindor common room. He had a dreamy look on his face and hadn't even noticed that he bumbed into someone.
"Hey! Watch it, Fred!" Ron yelled at him, angry.
"Oh! Sorry, Ron! And I'm not Fred, I'm George!" George yelled.
"Sorry, George." Ron said, turning to leave.
"Wait! Ron!" George called. Was Ron ever going to be turning to leave without someone calling himback?
"What?" Ron said, annoyed. But George ignored that.
"You know Hannah pretty well, right." George said, nudging Ron.
"Yes. We're dating." Ron mummbled.
"What, Ron? I didn't hear that last part, there."
"WE -- ARE -- DATING!" Ron yelled at George, really annoyed now. George looked frightened of Ron.
"Okay. Calm down, Ron." George said cautiously. "I just wanted to asked you a favor."
"What?"
"Well, I was just talking to Hannah's friend, Angel, and I realized that I really like this girl, even if she is a Fifth Year when I'm a Seventh Year."
"So you want me to find out if she'll go out with you?"
"Would you?"
"Sure. Anything for Percy Jr." Ron said, running off.
"Hey! Just because I'm the Head Boy like Percy was doesn't mean anything! I'm not as nearly as uptight as he is!" George yelled, running to catch up with Ron.
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Now it was only Harry was alone. But the next moment, Siruis walked in and looked at Harry sternly.
"You can't ever do that again! You scared me half to death!" Siuis said, sitting next to Harry's bed.
"I'm sorry, Siruis." I just thought that everything would be better if I was . . . . ." Harry trailed off.
"Well, it wouldn't be better for me, or Ron, or Hermione, or Hannah, or Ginny," Siruis smirked at Harry. "or Lupin, or -"
"Okay, I get your point." Harry said, grinning at Siruis. "How did you know about me and Ginny?"
"It's only too obvious because of the way she was acting when you were in your coma."
"Oh." Harry said sadly.
"Harry, it's okay. It's not your fault you were in a coma."
"I know." Harry said, putting on a fake grin.
"What's the matter. I can tell something's up. Your smile is too forced."
"It's nothing important. Can I be alone, now?" Harry asked, hopefully.
"Sure. I'll be around with Lupin if you ever need me."
"Okay, Siruis." Then Harry watched him walk out the door.
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Harry sat in his bed in the Hospital Wing the next day, waiting for someone to come visit him. He was the only one in the Wing, and he was bored. Suddenly, Ron came limping in.
"Ron? What happened?" Harry asked, stuck in the middle of amusment and concern.
"I called George Percy Jr. ysterday because he's the Head Boy. I ran into him today and let's just say he wasn't to happy with me " Ron said, moaning as he settled himself into the bed next to Harry. Harry couldn't help himself. He just started cracking up. George was Percy Jr., eh? That was a real laugh. He wasn't nearly as uptight as Percy was.
"Shut up, Harry!" Ron yelled, annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said, getting some control over himself. Ron looked mad that Harry was laughing. They weren't going to started fighting again now, were they? They just got out of a fight and that wouldn't make any sense.
"It's okay, Harry." Ron said, getting up to take some potions that Madam Pomfrey had brought him. He cracked a grin. "But you should have seen the look on George's face when I called him Percy Jr. It was priceless." They started laughing until Hannah walked in.
"Ron!" Hannah yelled. She hadn't noticed that Harry was still in the Hospital Wing. "How could you get in a fight with George!? What would your mom think?"
"Mom?" Ron asked, confused.
"Okay, I know you call them mum's in England, but I was raised in America! We call them mom's!"
"Whatever." Ron muttered. "But you're in England now, so you have to start talking like us, or you'll find that we'll have comunication difficulties."
"First of all, don't whatever me! And second, I'll do what I please! I'll be going back to America after this year so it doesn't even matter!" Hannah yelled, still not noticing that Harry was in the room, listening to her every word.
"Hannah?" Harry said, stunned. Hannah jumped at the sound of Harry's voice. She turned towards him, her face empty of color.
"Harry." She said with a nervous giggle. "I didn't see you there."
"Really? How interesting." Harry said before getting up and leaving.
"Now it's my turn to yell at you!" Ron yelled at Hannah. "How could you make Harry upset? He just got out of his coma!" Then Ron stormed out to find Harry.
"Oh no! My life is over." Hannah muttered to herself.
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Angel walked through the halls of Hogwarts, totally lost. She ran into George on her way to - er - somewhere in this huge castle.
"Um, Fred - er - George - er - Fred, um-"
"George." George said, smiling.
"Okay. George, do you know where I - er - we, are?" Angel asked, looking around, confused.
"Yes. We're near the dungeons."
"Do you know how to get to Dumbledore's? Crystal, Jennifer and I haven't been sorted yet."
"He's sorting you guys at dinner tomorrow night. We're having the Halloween feast. Until then the lot of you have to stay in Hannah's room."
"Oh. Could you walk me to the common room. I don't want to get lost." Angel said, blushing.
"Sure." George said, smiling.
Angel was about to say thank you when she felt herself kissing George. The wonderful kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.
"Um."
"Um."
"So, how about we go to the common room now, Angel." George said, looking at her with dreamy eyes.
"Or we could just walk around."
"Okay."
So Angel and George walked around the halls, talking all the way. One conversation really caught Angel's attention.
"You know, when I heard that Fred got to hold you, even though he was keeping you from punching Hannah, I got really jealous."
"Really? Why."
"Take a wild guess." George said slyly, raising one eyebrow. They both blushed a deep shade of red and kept on with their conversation.
"What exactly happened? How did you find out?"
"Well . . . . . . .
(TWO DAYS BEFORE)
Fred and Ron walked into the Gryffindor common room ten minuted after Hannah, Angel, and Rachel did. They were in the corner of the room, chatting the minutes away. 'That's not suprising.' Ron thought. Suddenly, George ran into the room.
"Harry -- he yelled -- in his -- sleep. It -- didn't -- sound good." George cried as he struggled to catch his breath. Fred helped him into a chair by the fire.
"Calm down, George. It's okay. Catch your breath." He said, concerned as he stood in front of his twin.
"I'm okay now." George said, staring up at his twin, who still looked worried an unconvinced. "Really, Fred, I am."
"Who cares?" Ron asked, staring at Hannah who was starting to cry. Her, Angel, Rachel, and two other girls walked out of the common room, Hannah still upset. Fred and George looked over to where Ron was staring. Fred looked at Ron and saw the concerned look on his face.
"I'm sure she's okay, Ron." Fred said nudging his brother.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Speaking of Hannah, guess what happened in the hall about fifteen minuted ago." Fred said, taking his mind off of his heart - broken brother.
"What?" George asked.
"Well, Angel and he got in a fight. Ron had to hold Hannah back and I had to hold Angel back. If we didn't, they would of riped eachothers heads off." Fred said, laughing.
"Really?" George said, looking upset.
"Yeah." Ron said, taking his mind off Hannah being upset, and instead of they way she felt on his bode while he was holding her back.
Fred read his mind and said, "You are way too young to be thinking about that, Ron."
"What ever." He said, ignoring Fred. "What's wrong George?"
"Nothing." George said quickly before running up the stairs to his room.
"What's gotten into him?" Ron asked Fred.
"No idea." Ron took his mind off George and thought about holding Hannah again.
"Stop it." Fred said, pulling Ron by the ear up to his room.
"Where are you taking me?" Ron said.
"Up to my room."
"Why?"
"To give you the talk and to check on George."
"Ah, man." Ron said. "I only thought about the way she felt against my body when I was holding her."
"Exactly. That's why you're getting the talk."
"He's getting the talk?" George said, walking out of his room. "Why?"
"Because Fred thinks I should. All I thought about was the way Hannah felt against my body when I was holding her!" At that, George pulled him in the room himself.
(PRESENT)
"Did that really happen?" Angel askedd suspiciously.
"Yup, it did." George said, truthfully.
"Did Ron really get the talk after just thinking about a simple thing like that?"
"To an older brother, it's not just a 'simple thing'. Percy gave me the talk after just admitting that I was thinking about asking out a girl. Even though he knew I already heard it, like, four times. Three times from him, one from dad."
"Who were you going to ask out?"
"You." George said, blushing.
"How could he give you the talk? I just showed up yesterday!" Angel said, laughing.
"He used Floo Powder just to make sure he got over here quickly enough."
They both started laughing as the passeed the Gryffindor common room for about the fifth time.
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Crystal walked through the halls alone the next day. Angel and George were walking around talking somewhere in these halls, Hannah went to go talk to Harry in the Prefect Tower, and Jennifer had just ditched her moments ago to hang out with that Colin guy.
"I hate my friends." Crystal muttered to herself as she walkeed around yet another corner. "How many corners were in the dang school?" She stopped in front of a buch of staircases and looked up, her eyes wide with fright. "Ok, I swear I just saw a staircase move." Crystal said, shaking her head, hoping above everything that she was just dreaming.
"Really? That's no suprise." Said a voice from behind her, Crystal jumped and spun around, only to lanf face to face with the hottiest guy in the whole huge school, Draco Malfoy. "The staircases always move. I guess everyone else that's not new, exsept for the First Years, are just used to it. As for the corners, I don't think Dumbledore even knows the answer to that." He laughed slightly and steped around Crystal, staring around at all the staircases. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way."
"I know who you are." Crystal said, a dreamy look on her face.
"And you are?" Draco said, smiling, amusment dancing in his eyes.
"Oh. I'm Crystal, Crystal Glass."(A/N: I forgot to mention this in my last chapter, but Crystal is one of my best friends in real life, but her name isn't Crystal, and Jennifer is also one of my friends, but her name isn't Jennifer.)Crystal said, blushing at her stupidity.
"Well, Crystal, you have a beautiful name." Draco said, walking towards her. "It's like a glass that's made out of crystal. Crystal Glass. It just flows together."
"Thanks." Crystal said, looking down at her feet because she was blushing too much. She felt Draco's soft, loving hand under her chin, and the next thing she knew, she was kissing him deeply and passionately on the lips. his tounge slipped into her mouth and she thought she'd return the favor.
They broke apart and Draco lead her to the Prefect Tower and into his room. He pickedd her up and laid her everso gently on his bed. This was a dream come true for Crystal. She closed her eyes as she felt him take over her clothes, starting with her cloak and ending with her skirt. She watched as he took off his clothes and laid on top of her. Then he kissed her on the neck and worked his way down to her stomach. They just laid there in his bed, kissing and doing unmentional things.
"I love you, Draco." Crystal said, kissing his chest.
"I love you too, Crystal." Draco said, kissing her forehead. "Will you go out with me?"
"Yes." Crystal answered.
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Harry started to walk out of the Prefect Tower when he heard Crystal screaming in the last room on the left. Malfoy's room. It sounded as she was in pain, but then he walked closer and heard that she was enjoying herself, maybe a little too much. Oh well. That's Hannah's problem if she didn't tell her about Malfoy. Harry knew Hannah knew about Malfoy. Seamus had told Harry that he told Hannah and Angel.
Harry left the Prefect Tower to go see Ron. He hadn't seen Ron since the day before when Harry walked out on Hannah.
He walked up the steps to his old room and pushed open the door. He found Ron and Hannah making - out on Ron's bed. Ron was on top of Hannah, and Hannah had her legs tied around Ron's.
"Ron! Hannah!" Harry screamed. They immediatly got up and stared at Harry. Harry was about to leave when Ron stopped him.
"Harry, wait! Don't go."
"Well, don't you two want some privacy!?" Harry yelled.
"Harry, we were just kissing." Hannah said matter - of - factily.
"So? What's your point? You had your legs tied around his! And you were on top of her!"
Ron took a deep breath "Harry, I know it looked bad, but -"
"But what?"
"Harry, just calm down. Please. Just listen to us." Harry heard the pleading note in Ron's voice and decided to calm down. Only because Ron was his best friend.
"Okay. I'm calmed down."
"Good." Hannah said, getting up. "Now I can leave you two to talk about this amongst yourselves." At that, she opened the door and left.
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"I think I know why she chose now to leave." Ron said, as he and Harry watched the door close.
"Yeah. She wanted to calm me down first so I don't pull your head off." Harry smirked.
"So . . . . . about Hannah." Ron said nervously.
"What about her?"
"Well . . . . . didn't you want to talk about her?"
"Not especially. I'm over the shock now." Harry saw that Ron was still looking nervously at him, and added, "I get that you two are going out."
"Okay. Good." Ron said, relieved. "But don't you have a prefect meeting soon?"
"In about an hour. I have awhile. Listen, I'm going to go now. Okay, Ron?"
"Yeah. Sure." Ron whispered as he heard Harry leave the room. Harry barley ever talks to Ron these days. Harry wasn't the one being driven into suicide now, he was driving Ron into it by not being there for him. Ron felt around inside his drawers. He still he Harry's pocket knife. Should he us it? It would probably make his life better if he lost enough blood, because then he wouldn't have a life. Maybe Harry would be happier because Ron wouldn't be bugging him anymore. And maybe Hermione would be happier because she'd be able to do her studies without being dragged into a game of Wizard's Chess. Hannah may not be happy, though. But she'd get over it. She only just meet Ron, anyway. But there was a voice nagging him in the back of his head. A voice that sounded a lot like Harry's. 'Don't do it Ron' It said 'Your friends wouldn't be happier, they would be sadder. You might bug them sometimes, but without you, Harry wouldn't have anyone to joke around with, and Hermione wouldn't have someone to teach her that there are more important things to life besides studies, having fun.' Ron put the knife back in his drawer and left the room, going to find Hermione and drag her into a game of Wizard's Chess. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That night was the Halloween feast. Hannah sat between Harry and Ron, and across from Hermione and Ginny, while Jennifer, Crystal and Angel stood up by the Staff Table, waiting to be sorted.
"Quiet everyone!" Dumbledore yelled over the chatting in the large hall. "Before we start our feast, we have three more new students who need to be sorted. They all followed Hannah Potter from Andrews School of Witchcraft. They are, Angel McCartney, who is a Fifth Year, Crystal Glass, who is also a Fifth Year, and Jennifer Taylor, who is a Fourth Year. Now could you three please step next to that stool? Thank you."
Angel, Crystal and Jennifer stood next to the stool, not knowing what was going to happen. Suddenly, Proffessor McGonagall stood on the other side of the stool.
"We do not have to go in order, so, Angel, would you please sit on the stool?" Angel sat on the stool and was suprised when McGonagall placed a hat on her head, but was even more suprised when the hat negan to whisper in her ear.
"You are a very brave young woman. You are kind to your friends and search for adventurs in all the right places. You need to be the center of attention. Um . . . . .GRYFFINDOR!"
"Jennifer." Jennifer sat o the stool and had the hat placed on her head. This was weird. At Andrews they got placed in their three houses, Laurmac, Melinacoe, and Terthesta, by taking a quiz on a muggle tool, a computer. Suddenly, the hat started to whisper in her ear.
"You, like Angel, are very brave, though you might not be too bright, you can be when it counts. You don't like being the center of attention , though you like having lots of friends. Um . . . . .GRYFFINDOR!"
"Crystal"
"You are very differnet from your best friends. For one, you are a good friend, but when it matters, you couldn't be less of a good friend. You are very brave, and like having friends. You can be very differnet than your normal self at times. So . . . . . . SLYTHERIN!"
The whole hall gasped, Hannah and her friends more than anyone else. Hannah fainted and Ron picked her up, Harry helping. Although evyone thought this was bad, Crysatl seemedd very happy about it. Too happy. Hannah could hardly eat all through dinner.
"Hannah, you have to eat something." Harry said, pilling some applesauce on her plate.
"I lost my appitite. I'm not hungary."
Ron picked up a spoonful of applesauce and forced it into Hannah's mouth. Hannah hit him in the back of the head and they all started laughing. All through dinner, everyone was trying to get Hannah to eat, even Angel tried what Ron did, but ended up wearing it after Hannah hit the spoon away. Everyone finally gave up exsept for Harry, who kept on begging Hannah to eat. Hannah finally gave in, and ate a small plate of applesauce, which seemed to satisfy Harry, because he didn't try to make Hannah eat again after that.
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Angel walked back into the common room with George, still talking.
"Harry's really done all those things?" Angel asked, interested.
"Yeah, and if Hannah had been there, she could have helped him." George said, laughing. "But good thing my brother and Hermione were there."
"Yeah."
"Have you guys seen Hermione anywhere?" Ron asked, running up to them.
"No, Ron. What's wrong. You look pale." George said, feeling his brothers forehead. "You're sick, you need to go back up to your room and get some sleep."
But Ron knew what would happen if he went back up to his room. He'd probably take out Harry's pocket knife again, exsept for use it this time. Ron looked terrified at George's statement. george must've noticed this, because he draggeed Ron over to the side of the room, telling Angel he'd be back in a minute.
"Ron. Tell me what's wrong." George demanded. Ron immediatly started crying and barely got out the words, George hugging him.
"Do you remember what Harry always used his pocket knife for?" George nodded. Ron whispered his last statement. "I might do the same thing if I go back up to my room." Ron sobbed. George immediatly pulled Ron off him, still holding on to his shoulders though, so he could look Ron in the face.
"Why would you do something stupid like that?" George yelled at Ron. This made Ron even cry harder. George pulled him in to a hug. "Ron, that's a stupid thing to do." He whispered. "And it won't solve any of your problems."
"I know." Ron sobbed, trying to regain control over himself.
"Are you okay yet, Ron." George whispered.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Ron said, pulling away from Percy Jr. - er - George.
"Okay, then. Let's go get that knife."
"What? Are you crazy? We can't give it back to Harry!"
"We're not, hollowhead. Neither you nor Harry can keep that thing in your rooms. So I'm giving it to Hermione for safe keeping."
"Fine." The walked up the stairs and into Ron's room.
"Where is it?" George asked. Ron went over to his nightstand and picked up the knife from the drawer. "Give it to me." Ron handed it over and sighed. Everything would be okay if Hermione had the knife. It would all be for the better. "Let's go give it to hermione. She's in the Prefects Tower right now."
"Okay." They walkedd over to the Prefects Tower and into Hermione's room.
"Hi, Ron, George." Hermione said cheerfully, looking uo from her Transfiguration book. Ron smiled.
"Hermione, we'd like to give this to you for safe keeping." George said, handing her the knife. Hermione looked confused.
"Why can't Ron keep it?" George looked over at Ron and Hermione followed suit. Ron stopped smiling and looked at the ground. "Can I have a moment with Ron, George?" Hermione asked. George nodded and was about to leave when Hermione said, "And can you bring Harry over here? I think he's in his room." George nodded and left.
"Mione?" Ron asked.
"Don't you 'Mione' me!" Hermione yelled at him. "I know why George won't let you keep it now! It's so obvious! You were going to use it just they way Harry uses it!"
"Mio - Hermione, calm down!" Ron yelled back. Herry stepped into the room.
"I will not calm down! This is so stupid! I don't even know why I put up with you two!" Hermione yelled. Ron immediatly grabbed the knife and ran out the door. George had been waiting outside, and ran after Ron, after seeing the knife in his hand.
"Ron!" George, Harry, and Hermione yelled after him. But Ron didn't stop runing. Who cares about what the voice in his head said? He was going to run into the bathroom and use the knife, and nobody was going to stop him! His mind was made up. This was the last straw. But he ran into Hannah as soon as he rounded the corner that lead to the bathroom.
"Ron? Where's the fire?" Hannah asked, laughing. But she stopped when she saw the look on Ron's face. "What's wrong?"
George caught up and pulled the knife out of Ron's hand and hit him over the head with it. The next moment, Hermione and Harry came running over to them, out of breath. Ron slid down the wall and started crying and immediatly everyone was by his side.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, rubbing Ron's back.
"It's not fair!" Ron yelled.
"That's not the point, Ron!" George yelled at him. "Not everything in life is fair! It's no reason to do what you were going to do!"
"What was he going to do?" Hannah asked George. George looked at Ron, and Ron nodded, saying it was okay to tell them.
"Well . . . . . "George trailed off. Then he took out the knife and showed it to her. Hannah didn't get it, but Harry must've, because the next moment, he pulled Ron up and started dragging him down the halls. Everyone was starting to follow them.
"No!" Harry yelled at them. "I want to talk to Ron alone!" They all immediatly stopped, and Harry dragged Ron to his room in the Prefect Tower. "Ron? What were you thinking?" Harry asked him gently.
"I don't know, Harry." Ron said, starting to cry. Harry hugged him and kept on talking.
"Why would you want to do it, Ron?"
"Because, Harry, you're my best friend, and I never see you anymore, and I hate that!" Ron sobbed. "Whenever we're alone together and we actually have a chance to talk amongst ourselves, you always have an excuse to leave!"
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said. "I'm just afraid you're ashamed and disappointed in me for doing what I was doing. And couldn't of handled it. Were you ashamed and disappointed in me?"
"No, Harry, I was just concerned." Ron said. "I didn't want you to do that to yourselve anymore. I didn't want you to die."
Harry smiled at Ron and Ron immediatly got Harry's point. It was the same for Harry. he didn't want Ron to die either.
"Let's go." Harry said, getting up. Ron got up and wiped his eyes on his sleave.
"Okay." Ron said stepping out of the door.
"And, Ron? Don't ever trying doing that again."
"As long as you don't. Deal?"
"Deal."
They walked down the corridor were the once were and saw that everyone was still, there, completely silent, waiting for them to come back. They saw that Harry and Ron were laughing and joking, and everyone smiled. Everyone exsept for George, that is. He ran straight up to Ron and immediatly began to search him for cuts that might be on his body.
"Leave me alone, George! I'm fine." Ron said, pushing him away as George started to lift up his shirt. Harry started laughing. "It's not funny, Harry. I'm leaving before George pulls down my pants." Ron whispered to Harry. They both laughed, and Ron ran off, George close behind.
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Hermione watched them run off and immediatly blamed herself. She wouldn't have really told Harry if Ron didn't want her too. And now it was her fault that Harry knew. But maybe it was all for the best? She hoped so. Harry walked up to her, still laughing at something that Ron had told him before running off.
"Hey, Mione." Harry said, calming down.
"Did you talk to him?" Hermione said, trying not to cry.
"Yeah, Mione, I talked to him." Harry said gently, hugging her. Hermione gave up and started crying. Harry tried comforting he as best as he could, but she still wouldn't stop crying. "Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, pulling her up to look her in the face.
"It's all my fault!"
"What's your fault." Harry asked, confused.
"It's all my fault that you know about Ron. He didn't want you to know so I wasn't going to tell you. But then I yelled at him and he ran off, and then George showed you the knife, and then you found out!" Hermione sobbed.
"Well, it's good that I know. We came to an agreement."
"What kind of agreement?" Hermione asked, calming down.
"Well, if I never try to commit suicide, he won't. We rely on the other for support."
"Okay." hermione said, wiping her and smiling.
"What's going on, you guys?" Hannah asked as she walked over.
"Nothing." Harry said, rather quickly. "We're talking. Go away."
"Okay." Hannah said, comfused, then left.
Hermione and Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room together. Neither of them felt like back to the Prefects Tower.
"We missed the meeting, you know." Hermione said, five minuts later.
"That's alright. George missed it, too. He'll excuse us." Harry said, waving it off.
"Yeah, I guess."
They ran into Ron who looked panick stricken. He grabbed them both and led them away from the common room.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, stuck in the middle of confusion and concern.
"George has told Fred and Ginny. He also sent an owl to mum and dad, one to Percy, one to Bill, and another to Charlie!"
"When did this happen?" Hermione asked.
"Well, he just told Fred and Ginny, but he owled mum, dad, Percy, Bill, and Charlie when he found out an hour and a half ago! I just found out because they all sent owls back! They all said that they were coming to Hogwarts to see me! And they all are already here!" Ron yelled, running off.
"Ron. Why's that so bad?" Harry asked as him and Hermione ran to keep up with Ron. "It will be alright!"
"No, it won't!"
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Because, you don't know what they'll be like! They'll never leave me alone!"
"Ron! Calm down!" Harry yelled. Ron stopped running. "Are they looking for you right now?"
Ron nodded. "All eight of them."
"Wow." Hermione said.
"Well," Harry went on. "we can hide you in the Prefects Tower for now. My room. I'll lock you in. Then me and Hermione will go looking for George to tell him that you have us right now."
"Okay." Ron nodded. "Lets go." They all ran up to the Prefect Tower. Harry locked Ron in his room, and he and Hermione set off to find George. They had only been out of the Prefect Tower for five minutes when they ran into the whole Weasley family, minus Ron. All eight of them.
"Do you two know where Ron is?" Percy asked them sternly.
"Yes." Hermione said. "But we're not telling. Bill opened his mouth to protest but Harry cut him off.
"Ron has us right now. And he said he doesn't want to be hunted down."
"He just needs to be with his friends right now." Hermione pleaded.
"And his girlfriend." Fred muttered and him and George laughed under their breaths.
"Girlfriend?" Arthur Weasley asked. To make things so much better, Hannah came running up to them.
"Harry, have you seen my boyfriend?" Hannah asked.
"Yes." Hermione answered for him. Harry was starting to sweat and was really nervous.
"Well, where is he?" Hannah asked.
"Harry and Hermione won't tell us where Ron is, Hannah." Harry shot her a death glare and Fred and George startedd laughing at there mum's, dad's, and their brother's faces.
"Ron is going out with Harry's twin?" Percy asked, astounded.
"Yep." Ginny said, smiling. "And I'm going out with Harry." Harry immediatly ran off in the other direction after seeing Mr. Weasley's, Percy's, Bill's, and Charlie's angry experesions.
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Harry ran into his room only to be greeted by Ron's anxious expression.
"So, how did it go?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Well . . . " Harry started. Ron's face turned from defeated to eagerness. "Don't get the wrong idea, Ron." Ron's face looked a lot more hopeful after that statement. "Well, ya see, Hannah kinda interrupted when we were talking to them. Then Ginny told them that we were going out, so I decided to run for it. But I'm sure Hermione's still talking to them."
"Great. Then I best go talk to them now. They will defeat Hermione and she wiil give in." Ron said, sliding down the wall, landing on the soft and comfortable carpet.
"Not necessarily." Harry pointed out.
"I guess." Ron said, still looking defeated.
"Ron, cheer up." Harry said, pulling Ron up off the carpet. The next moment Hermione ran in, a huge smile on her face.
"So, how did it go?" Ron asked again.
"Well, I talked them down to demanding to see you at once, to you have to see one an hour tomorrow, starting at ten o'clock in the morning. So you have to be with a family member, only a family member, from ten to six."
"Well, that's better than having all of them around me from morning to evening for a week straight." Ron said, a weak smilr forming on his face. The next moment Harry ran out of the room, and Ron was sure that he had seen a tear escape from his eye. Ron ran out the door, but didn't see Harry anywhere. He couldn't run that fast. He probably had the invisibility cloak on.
"Harry, I know you're somewhere in the corridor, under your invisibility cloak. I'm not stupid. Show yourself. I'm just worried." Ron pleaded.
"No!" Harry yelled, and the Ron saw the door that led out of the Prefects Tower open and close. Ron ran out the door and ran into someone on his way down a corridor.
"Sorry." Ron said, not noticing who it was, not looking at their face. He started to run off again to look for Harry, but the person pulled him back. He looked at their face. "Uh oh."
"Ron, we need to talk." Percy said as he pulled Ron out of the corridor and into a deserted room. "How could you even think of doing that?"
"Listen, Percy, we have a whole hour tomorrow to talk about this. I need to find Harry. He's really upset about something." Percy opened his mouth in protest, but Ron cut him off. "If you think thinking about it is big, what about actually doing it? Because he's done it, more than once, too!"
"Fine, go. But we have to talk about this tomorrow." Percy said sternly. Ron began to open the door. "And about Harry and Hannah tomorrow!" Percy yelled after him.
"Okay." Ron called back as he ran down the corridor, looking for Harry. He ran into Dumbledore rounding the corner that led to the Gryffindor common room. "Have you seen Harry anywhere?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley. I was just having a nice chotchat with him. He asked me to please not tell anyone where he is going. And I respect that." Ron looked at him in suprise. "He also asked me that if I saw you anywhere to please tell you that he's still keeping to his side of the deal and that he just needs some alone time right now. What deal would he be talking about, Mr. Weasley." Ron looked at him frightenly, so Dumbledore added, "What you will about to tell me will go no farther than me or you."
Ron gave him a defeated look. "Okay." Ron whispered. "You know what Harry has been doing?" Dumbledore nodded. "Well, I've been thinking about it. So Harry came up with the deal that if he didn't - er - you know - then neither can I, and vice versa. So we kind of depend on eachother for support, you know?"
"I see. That is very wise. Both of you get somethingout of it." Dumbledore smiled down at Ron, who was looking down at his feet. "I won't tell anyone. And I think we all get a little stressed sometimes, some more than others, though." Ron looked up at Dumbledore and smiled. Ron knew that Dumbledore wasn't judging him, and he silently thanked him for that. He was probably feeling what Ron was feeling for Harry, concern. Hagrid was right, Dumbledore was truely a great man.
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Harry sat by the lake, wishing he had a family that cared for him as much as the Weasleys cared for eachother. No one really cared that he had tried to commit suicide, But everyone cares when Ron even just thinks about it. Harry wished his parents were still alive. He knew that they'd care. Harry was glad that he had run into Dumbledore on the way here. If he didn't, Ron would be looking for him on the Marauders Map right now. Then he would come talk to Harry about it. All Harry really needed was to be alone right now. He heard someone walking up behind him aturned around. It was just 'Snuffles'.
"Hi, Snuffles." Harry said, wiping away his tears before Siruis saw them. But he was too late. Good thing it was dark out, because Snuffles turned into Siruis. "Siruis? Are you crazy? Someone will see you!"
"It's okay, Harry. It's dark out." Siruis said, laughing. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Harry said, turning back to look at the lake so Siruis wouldn't see his tears. Sirius sat beside him and Harry could no longer hide his tears, so he started crying into Siruis's shirt.
"I knew it was nothing." Siruis said, rubbing Harry's back. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's just, Ron has so many people who care about him! And I don't have anyone!"
"Hey! I take offense to that! I care!"
Opps. Harry had forgotten about Siruis talking to him and Ron staying by his bed and Hannah's crying figure and Hermione's sad face.
"Oh, yeah." Harry said, getting up and wiping his face.
" 'Oh yeah.' Thanks a lot, kid. I feel so loved." Siruis said, getting up and pulling Harry up afterwards.
"Sorry." Harry said, smiling at Siruis. "Siruis? Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it Harry?"
"Can I call you dad?" Harry asked, looking hopefully into Siruis's eyes.
Harry wanted to call Siruis dad? What about James? James had been Siruis's best friend. What should he say? Should he say yes? Should he say no because of James? Siruis wasn't sure, but he finally came to a decision.
"No, Harry." Harry looked like he was about to cry.(A/N: It's three in the morning, and well, I don't make the best decisions when I'm tired. So just cope with me, okay?) "I'm sorry, Harry, but it's because of James. Listen, I've got ot go." Harry watched him leave, feeling sadness drifting all over himself. Harry had just been let down by the closest thing he had to a family, his godfather. He never thought this could be humanly possible. And the way Siruis looked when he said it. At first he looked flattered, which made Harry very happy, thinking he would say yes. But then Siruis started to look terrified, which only got to Harry a bit, but he still thought Siruis would say yes. But then . . . . . then he looked at Harry with a mixture of digust, like Harry shouldn't have asked such a stupid question, and pity. My god, Siruis pitied him. No one has every pitied Harry before.
The next moment, Harry felt himself being pushed into the lake. He looked up and saw Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So, Scarhead, you were actually crying?" Malfoy said, a smile forming on his lips. "This is too sad." Malfoy started to pretend to cry. Crabbe and Goyle picked Harry up from out of the water. Crabbe held Harry while Goyle punched him. Harry didn't care. His life was already plunging down deep. Why not let them finish him off so he would have to be anymore?
"Malfoy! Send your goons off Harry or I will be forced to hurt all three of you!" Came the voice of Ronald Weasley, about ten feet away from Harry.
"Make me, Weasel!" Malfoy screamed at him. Ron ran head first into Malfoy, knocking him down to the ground. They started getting in a fight, and Harry felt happy that Ron had found him. He forgot, once again, that Ron really cared for him. Ron was his best friend. Harry started fighting against Crabbe and Goyle, but they were too strong, the next thing he knew, everything had went dark.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled, costing him a punch in the face by Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle had thrown Harry into the lake while he was unconscious, and now he was sinking down to the bottom. Suddenly, Fred and George took Crabbe and Goyle, and Bill smashed Malfoy down to the ground.
"Never - touch - my - brother - ever - again!" Bill yelled, throwing a punch at Malfoy for every word that came out of his mouth. Ron ran and dived into the lake, looking all around for Harry, but he was no where in sight. Oh no, Harry couldn't die. Ron kept on searching for Harry, but found nothing. He finally saw a glint of gold, and swam towards it, but it was only Harry's glasses. Ron looked around again, but it was too dark. He swam up for breath.
"Lumos!" Ron cried, then he swam down into the lake again, his wand lighting his way. Then he saw Harry. He swam towards him and grabbed him by the edge of his collar. He swam to shore only to be greeted by Fred, George, and Bill. Bill grabbed Harry while Fred and George helped Ron walk. He was so tired. He was going to tell Fred and George this, but before he could say anything, his head foated in a big deep sea of black.
Chapter 6: Wild Thingz
Ron stared at Harry. Hermione looked at Ron and looked over to where he was staring at. Her eyes widened at the sight of Harry's eyes opening. Hannah was still crying next to Hermione; Jennifer and Crystal were staring at Hannah with pained experesions; Angel was trying to comfort Hannah; and Siruis was looking at his lap.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, hugging him. Everyone looked at Harry and started to hug him, everyone except for Ron.
"Harry! I'm so sorry for everything!" Hannah said, still crying.
"It's okay, Hannah. Come here." Harry said, hugging his sister a again. They let go of one another and Harry looked over at Ron. "Suprised to see you here."
"Fine. I'll go." Ron said, starting to walk away.
"No! Ron! Come back! Please!" Harry yelled at him. Ron smiled and walked over to Harry's side.
"You know, Harry," Hermione started. "Ron was by your side more than anyone else in this room during the past few days. Except maybe Siruis."
"Really, Ron?" Harry asked, smiling.
"Yeah. I wasn't going to leave your side. I didn't want you to die just after we got in a fight. I felt it was my fault if you died." Ron said, staring at his feet.
"Ron, it wouldn't be your fault!" Hannah said, still crying. "It would be mine! I'm the one who ran off!"
"It would be neither of your guys' fault! I promise! It would be Voldemorts fault!" Harry yelled at them. Ron and Hannah immediatly shut up. Hannah wiped away her tears and left the room, Angel, Crystal, and Jennifer following.
"I'm going to go now. Bye, Harry." Ron said, turning to leave, but was once again stopped by Harry.
"Ron, wait. I want to talk to you. Everyone else needs to step out for a moment." Harry said, his eyes not leaving Ron's face. Ron looked away to keep from noticing Harry's stare. When everyone had left, Ron turned back to Harry.
"Yeah, Harry?" Ron said frightened of what Harry might do or say.
"Ron, don't look so scared! I just want to talk to you!" Harry laughed. He stopped laughing and looked down at his lap. "Ron, I'm sorry about our fight. I didn't mean to be so mean. It's just, when people say I'm something I'm not, I just get so angry."
"I understand, Harry. Me of all people should have know that. Hell, I did know that. I was just was so mad, and I didn't have anything to throw back in your face." Ron said staring at Harry. Harry looked up and Ron was suprised to see that he was smiling. Ron smiled back.
"Well, I best go, then." Ron said, turning to leave.
"Okay. But send Hannah in and tell her I don't care if her little friends come, too. I would actually like to meet them all."
"Okay, Harry." Ron said before leaving out the door.
Ron ran into Fred on the way to the Gryffindor common room. He had a dreamy look on his face and hadn't even noticed that he bumbed into someone.
"Hey! Watch it, Fred!" Ron yelled at him, angry.
"Oh! Sorry, Ron! And I'm not Fred, I'm George!" George yelled.
"Sorry, George." Ron said, turning to leave.
"Wait! Ron!" George called. Was Ron ever going to be turning to leave without someone calling himback?
"What?" Ron said, annoyed. But George ignored that.
"You know Hannah pretty well, right." George said, nudging Ron.
"Yes. We're dating." Ron mummbled.
"What, Ron? I didn't hear that last part, there."
"WE -- ARE -- DATING!" Ron yelled at George, really annoyed now. George looked frightened of Ron.
"Okay. Calm down, Ron." George said cautiously. "I just wanted to asked you a favor."
"What?"
"Well, I was just talking to Hannah's friend, Angel, and I realized that I really like this girl, even if she is a Fifth Year when I'm a Seventh Year."
"So you want me to find out if she'll go out with you?"
"Would you?"
"Sure. Anything for Percy Jr." Ron said, running off.
"Hey! Just because I'm the Head Boy like Percy was doesn't mean anything! I'm not as nearly as uptight as he is!" George yelled, running to catch up with Ron.
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Now it was only Harry was alone. But the next moment, Siruis walked in and looked at Harry sternly.
"You can't ever do that again! You scared me half to death!" Siuis said, sitting next to Harry's bed.
"I'm sorry, Siruis." I just thought that everything would be better if I was . . . . ." Harry trailed off.
"Well, it wouldn't be better for me, or Ron, or Hermione, or Hannah, or Ginny," Siruis smirked at Harry. "or Lupin, or -"
"Okay, I get your point." Harry said, grinning at Siruis. "How did you know about me and Ginny?"
"It's only too obvious because of the way she was acting when you were in your coma."
"Oh." Harry said sadly.
"Harry, it's okay. It's not your fault you were in a coma."
"I know." Harry said, putting on a fake grin.
"What's the matter. I can tell something's up. Your smile is too forced."
"It's nothing important. Can I be alone, now?" Harry asked, hopefully.
"Sure. I'll be around with Lupin if you ever need me."
"Okay, Siruis." Then Harry watched him walk out the door.
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Harry sat in his bed in the Hospital Wing the next day, waiting for someone to come visit him. He was the only one in the Wing, and he was bored. Suddenly, Ron came limping in.
"Ron? What happened?" Harry asked, stuck in the middle of amusment and concern.
"I called George Percy Jr. ysterday because he's the Head Boy. I ran into him today and let's just say he wasn't to happy with me " Ron said, moaning as he settled himself into the bed next to Harry. Harry couldn't help himself. He just started cracking up. George was Percy Jr., eh? That was a real laugh. He wasn't nearly as uptight as Percy was.
"Shut up, Harry!" Ron yelled, annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said, getting some control over himself. Ron looked mad that Harry was laughing. They weren't going to started fighting again now, were they? They just got out of a fight and that wouldn't make any sense.
"It's okay, Harry." Ron said, getting up to take some potions that Madam Pomfrey had brought him. He cracked a grin. "But you should have seen the look on George's face when I called him Percy Jr. It was priceless." They started laughing until Hannah walked in.
"Ron!" Hannah yelled. She hadn't noticed that Harry was still in the Hospital Wing. "How could you get in a fight with George!? What would your mom think?"
"Mom?" Ron asked, confused.
"Okay, I know you call them mum's in England, but I was raised in America! We call them mom's!"
"Whatever." Ron muttered. "But you're in England now, so you have to start talking like us, or you'll find that we'll have comunication difficulties."
"First of all, don't whatever me! And second, I'll do what I please! I'll be going back to America after this year so it doesn't even matter!" Hannah yelled, still not noticing that Harry was in the room, listening to her every word.
"Hannah?" Harry said, stunned. Hannah jumped at the sound of Harry's voice. She turned towards him, her face empty of color.
"Harry." She said with a nervous giggle. "I didn't see you there."
"Really? How interesting." Harry said before getting up and leaving.
"Now it's my turn to yell at you!" Ron yelled at Hannah. "How could you make Harry upset? He just got out of his coma!" Then Ron stormed out to find Harry.
"Oh no! My life is over." Hannah muttered to herself.
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Angel walked through the halls of Hogwarts, totally lost. She ran into George on her way to - er - somewhere in this huge castle.
"Um, Fred - er - George - er - Fred, um-"
"George." George said, smiling.
"Okay. George, do you know where I - er - we, are?" Angel asked, looking around, confused.
"Yes. We're near the dungeons."
"Do you know how to get to Dumbledore's? Crystal, Jennifer and I haven't been sorted yet."
"He's sorting you guys at dinner tomorrow night. We're having the Halloween feast. Until then the lot of you have to stay in Hannah's room."
"Oh. Could you walk me to the common room. I don't want to get lost." Angel said, blushing.
"Sure." George said, smiling.
Angel was about to say thank you when she felt herself kissing George. The wonderful kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.
"Um."
"Um."
"So, how about we go to the common room now, Angel." George said, looking at her with dreamy eyes.
"Or we could just walk around."
"Okay."
So Angel and George walked around the halls, talking all the way. One conversation really caught Angel's attention.
"You know, when I heard that Fred got to hold you, even though he was keeping you from punching Hannah, I got really jealous."
"Really? Why."
"Take a wild guess." George said slyly, raising one eyebrow. They both blushed a deep shade of red and kept on with their conversation.
"What exactly happened? How did you find out?"
"Well . . . . . . .
(TWO DAYS BEFORE)
Fred and Ron walked into the Gryffindor common room ten minuted after Hannah, Angel, and Rachel did. They were in the corner of the room, chatting the minutes away. 'That's not suprising.' Ron thought. Suddenly, George ran into the room.
"Harry -- he yelled -- in his -- sleep. It -- didn't -- sound good." George cried as he struggled to catch his breath. Fred helped him into a chair by the fire.
"Calm down, George. It's okay. Catch your breath." He said, concerned as he stood in front of his twin.
"I'm okay now." George said, staring up at his twin, who still looked worried an unconvinced. "Really, Fred, I am."
"Who cares?" Ron asked, staring at Hannah who was starting to cry. Her, Angel, Rachel, and two other girls walked out of the common room, Hannah still upset. Fred and George looked over to where Ron was staring. Fred looked at Ron and saw the concerned look on his face.
"I'm sure she's okay, Ron." Fred said nudging his brother.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Speaking of Hannah, guess what happened in the hall about fifteen minuted ago." Fred said, taking his mind off of his heart - broken brother.
"What?" George asked.
"Well, Angel and he got in a fight. Ron had to hold Hannah back and I had to hold Angel back. If we didn't, they would of riped eachothers heads off." Fred said, laughing.
"Really?" George said, looking upset.
"Yeah." Ron said, taking his mind off Hannah being upset, and instead of they way she felt on his bode while he was holding her back.
Fred read his mind and said, "You are way too young to be thinking about that, Ron."
"What ever." He said, ignoring Fred. "What's wrong George?"
"Nothing." George said quickly before running up the stairs to his room.
"What's gotten into him?" Ron asked Fred.
"No idea." Ron took his mind off George and thought about holding Hannah again.
"Stop it." Fred said, pulling Ron by the ear up to his room.
"Where are you taking me?" Ron said.
"Up to my room."
"Why?"
"To give you the talk and to check on George."
"Ah, man." Ron said. "I only thought about the way she felt against my body when I was holding her."
"Exactly. That's why you're getting the talk."
"He's getting the talk?" George said, walking out of his room. "Why?"
"Because Fred thinks I should. All I thought about was the way Hannah felt against my body when I was holding her!" At that, George pulled him in the room himself.
(PRESENT)
"Did that really happen?" Angel askedd suspiciously.
"Yup, it did." George said, truthfully.
"Did Ron really get the talk after just thinking about a simple thing like that?"
"To an older brother, it's not just a 'simple thing'. Percy gave me the talk after just admitting that I was thinking about asking out a girl. Even though he knew I already heard it, like, four times. Three times from him, one from dad."
"Who were you going to ask out?"
"You." George said, blushing.
"How could he give you the talk? I just showed up yesterday!" Angel said, laughing.
"He used Floo Powder just to make sure he got over here quickly enough."
They both started laughing as the passeed the Gryffindor common room for about the fifth time.
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Crystal walked through the halls alone the next day. Angel and George were walking around talking somewhere in these halls, Hannah went to go talk to Harry in the Prefect Tower, and Jennifer had just ditched her moments ago to hang out with that Colin guy.
"I hate my friends." Crystal muttered to herself as she walkeed around yet another corner. "How many corners were in the dang school?" She stopped in front of a buch of staircases and looked up, her eyes wide with fright. "Ok, I swear I just saw a staircase move." Crystal said, shaking her head, hoping above everything that she was just dreaming.
"Really? That's no suprise." Said a voice from behind her, Crystal jumped and spun around, only to lanf face to face with the hottiest guy in the whole huge school, Draco Malfoy. "The staircases always move. I guess everyone else that's not new, exsept for the First Years, are just used to it. As for the corners, I don't think Dumbledore even knows the answer to that." He laughed slightly and steped around Crystal, staring around at all the staircases. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way."
"I know who you are." Crystal said, a dreamy look on her face.
"And you are?" Draco said, smiling, amusment dancing in his eyes.
"Oh. I'm Crystal, Crystal Glass."(A/N: I forgot to mention this in my last chapter, but Crystal is one of my best friends in real life, but her name isn't Crystal, and Jennifer is also one of my friends, but her name isn't Jennifer.)Crystal said, blushing at her stupidity.
"Well, Crystal, you have a beautiful name." Draco said, walking towards her. "It's like a glass that's made out of crystal. Crystal Glass. It just flows together."
"Thanks." Crystal said, looking down at her feet because she was blushing too much. She felt Draco's soft, loving hand under her chin, and the next thing she knew, she was kissing him deeply and passionately on the lips. his tounge slipped into her mouth and she thought she'd return the favor.
They broke apart and Draco lead her to the Prefect Tower and into his room. He pickedd her up and laid her everso gently on his bed. This was a dream come true for Crystal. She closed her eyes as she felt him take over her clothes, starting with her cloak and ending with her skirt. She watched as he took off his clothes and laid on top of her. Then he kissed her on the neck and worked his way down to her stomach. They just laid there in his bed, kissing and doing unmentional things.
"I love you, Draco." Crystal said, kissing his chest.
"I love you too, Crystal." Draco said, kissing her forehead. "Will you go out with me?"
"Yes." Crystal answered.
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Harry started to walk out of the Prefect Tower when he heard Crystal screaming in the last room on the left. Malfoy's room. It sounded as she was in pain, but then he walked closer and heard that she was enjoying herself, maybe a little too much. Oh well. That's Hannah's problem if she didn't tell her about Malfoy. Harry knew Hannah knew about Malfoy. Seamus had told Harry that he told Hannah and Angel.
Harry left the Prefect Tower to go see Ron. He hadn't seen Ron since the day before when Harry walked out on Hannah.
He walked up the steps to his old room and pushed open the door. He found Ron and Hannah making - out on Ron's bed. Ron was on top of Hannah, and Hannah had her legs tied around Ron's.
"Ron! Hannah!" Harry screamed. They immediatly got up and stared at Harry. Harry was about to leave when Ron stopped him.
"Harry, wait! Don't go."
"Well, don't you two want some privacy!?" Harry yelled.
"Harry, we were just kissing." Hannah said matter - of - factily.
"So? What's your point? You had your legs tied around his! And you were on top of her!"
Ron took a deep breath "Harry, I know it looked bad, but -"
"But what?"
"Harry, just calm down. Please. Just listen to us." Harry heard the pleading note in Ron's voice and decided to calm down. Only because Ron was his best friend.
"Okay. I'm calmed down."
"Good." Hannah said, getting up. "Now I can leave you two to talk about this amongst yourselves." At that, she opened the door and left.
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"I think I know why she chose now to leave." Ron said, as he and Harry watched the door close.
"Yeah. She wanted to calm me down first so I don't pull your head off." Harry smirked.
"So . . . . . about Hannah." Ron said nervously.
"What about her?"
"Well . . . . . didn't you want to talk about her?"
"Not especially. I'm over the shock now." Harry saw that Ron was still looking nervously at him, and added, "I get that you two are going out."
"Okay. Good." Ron said, relieved. "But don't you have a prefect meeting soon?"
"In about an hour. I have awhile. Listen, I'm going to go now. Okay, Ron?"
"Yeah. Sure." Ron whispered as he heard Harry leave the room. Harry barley ever talks to Ron these days. Harry wasn't the one being driven into suicide now, he was driving Ron into it by not being there for him. Ron felt around inside his drawers. He still he Harry's pocket knife. Should he us it? It would probably make his life better if he lost enough blood, because then he wouldn't have a life. Maybe Harry would be happier because Ron wouldn't be bugging him anymore. And maybe Hermione would be happier because she'd be able to do her studies without being dragged into a game of Wizard's Chess. Hannah may not be happy, though. But she'd get over it. She only just meet Ron, anyway. But there was a voice nagging him in the back of his head. A voice that sounded a lot like Harry's. 'Don't do it Ron' It said 'Your friends wouldn't be happier, they would be sadder. You might bug them sometimes, but without you, Harry wouldn't have anyone to joke around with, and Hermione wouldn't have someone to teach her that there are more important things to life besides studies, having fun.' Ron put the knife back in his drawer and left the room, going to find Hermione and drag her into a game of Wizard's Chess. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That night was the Halloween feast. Hannah sat between Harry and Ron, and across from Hermione and Ginny, while Jennifer, Crystal and Angel stood up by the Staff Table, waiting to be sorted.
"Quiet everyone!" Dumbledore yelled over the chatting in the large hall. "Before we start our feast, we have three more new students who need to be sorted. They all followed Hannah Potter from Andrews School of Witchcraft. They are, Angel McCartney, who is a Fifth Year, Crystal Glass, who is also a Fifth Year, and Jennifer Taylor, who is a Fourth Year. Now could you three please step next to that stool? Thank you."
Angel, Crystal and Jennifer stood next to the stool, not knowing what was going to happen. Suddenly, Proffessor McGonagall stood on the other side of the stool.
"We do not have to go in order, so, Angel, would you please sit on the stool?" Angel sat on the stool and was suprised when McGonagall placed a hat on her head, but was even more suprised when the hat negan to whisper in her ear.
"You are a very brave young woman. You are kind to your friends and search for adventurs in all the right places. You need to be the center of attention. Um . . . . .GRYFFINDOR!"
"Jennifer." Jennifer sat o the stool and had the hat placed on her head. This was weird. At Andrews they got placed in their three houses, Laurmac, Melinacoe, and Terthesta, by taking a quiz on a muggle tool, a computer. Suddenly, the hat started to whisper in her ear.
"You, like Angel, are very brave, though you might not be too bright, you can be when it counts. You don't like being the center of attention , though you like having lots of friends. Um . . . . .GRYFFINDOR!"
"Crystal"
"You are very differnet from your best friends. For one, you are a good friend, but when it matters, you couldn't be less of a good friend. You are very brave, and like having friends. You can be very differnet than your normal self at times. So . . . . . . SLYTHERIN!"
The whole hall gasped, Hannah and her friends more than anyone else. Hannah fainted and Ron picked her up, Harry helping. Although evyone thought this was bad, Crysatl seemedd very happy about it. Too happy. Hannah could hardly eat all through dinner.
"Hannah, you have to eat something." Harry said, pilling some applesauce on her plate.
"I lost my appitite. I'm not hungary."
Ron picked up a spoonful of applesauce and forced it into Hannah's mouth. Hannah hit him in the back of the head and they all started laughing. All through dinner, everyone was trying to get Hannah to eat, even Angel tried what Ron did, but ended up wearing it after Hannah hit the spoon away. Everyone finally gave up exsept for Harry, who kept on begging Hannah to eat. Hannah finally gave in, and ate a small plate of applesauce, which seemed to satisfy Harry, because he didn't try to make Hannah eat again after that.
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Angel walked back into the common room with George, still talking.
"Harry's really done all those things?" Angel asked, interested.
"Yeah, and if Hannah had been there, she could have helped him." George said, laughing. "But good thing my brother and Hermione were there."
"Yeah."
"Have you guys seen Hermione anywhere?" Ron asked, running up to them.
"No, Ron. What's wrong. You look pale." George said, feeling his brothers forehead. "You're sick, you need to go back up to your room and get some sleep."
But Ron knew what would happen if he went back up to his room. He'd probably take out Harry's pocket knife again, exsept for use it this time. Ron looked terrified at George's statement. george must've noticed this, because he draggeed Ron over to the side of the room, telling Angel he'd be back in a minute.
"Ron. Tell me what's wrong." George demanded. Ron immediatly started crying and barely got out the words, George hugging him.
"Do you remember what Harry always used his pocket knife for?" George nodded. Ron whispered his last statement. "I might do the same thing if I go back up to my room." Ron sobbed. George immediatly pulled Ron off him, still holding on to his shoulders though, so he could look Ron in the face.
"Why would you do something stupid like that?" George yelled at Ron. This made Ron even cry harder. George pulled him in to a hug. "Ron, that's a stupid thing to do." He whispered. "And it won't solve any of your problems."
"I know." Ron sobbed, trying to regain control over himself.
"Are you okay yet, Ron." George whispered.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Ron said, pulling away from Percy Jr. - er - George.
"Okay, then. Let's go get that knife."
"What? Are you crazy? We can't give it back to Harry!"
"We're not, hollowhead. Neither you nor Harry can keep that thing in your rooms. So I'm giving it to Hermione for safe keeping."
"Fine." The walked up the stairs and into Ron's room.
"Where is it?" George asked. Ron went over to his nightstand and picked up the knife from the drawer. "Give it to me." Ron handed it over and sighed. Everything would be okay if Hermione had the knife. It would all be for the better. "Let's go give it to hermione. She's in the Prefects Tower right now."
"Okay." They walkedd over to the Prefects Tower and into Hermione's room.
"Hi, Ron, George." Hermione said cheerfully, looking uo from her Transfiguration book. Ron smiled.
"Hermione, we'd like to give this to you for safe keeping." George said, handing her the knife. Hermione looked confused.
"Why can't Ron keep it?" George looked over at Ron and Hermione followed suit. Ron stopped smiling and looked at the ground. "Can I have a moment with Ron, George?" Hermione asked. George nodded and was about to leave when Hermione said, "And can you bring Harry over here? I think he's in his room." George nodded and left.
"Mione?" Ron asked.
"Don't you 'Mione' me!" Hermione yelled at him. "I know why George won't let you keep it now! It's so obvious! You were going to use it just they way Harry uses it!"
"Mio - Hermione, calm down!" Ron yelled back. Herry stepped into the room.
"I will not calm down! This is so stupid! I don't even know why I put up with you two!" Hermione yelled. Ron immediatly grabbed the knife and ran out the door. George had been waiting outside, and ran after Ron, after seeing the knife in his hand.
"Ron!" George, Harry, and Hermione yelled after him. But Ron didn't stop runing. Who cares about what the voice in his head said? He was going to run into the bathroom and use the knife, and nobody was going to stop him! His mind was made up. This was the last straw. But he ran into Hannah as soon as he rounded the corner that lead to the bathroom.
"Ron? Where's the fire?" Hannah asked, laughing. But she stopped when she saw the look on Ron's face. "What's wrong?"
George caught up and pulled the knife out of Ron's hand and hit him over the head with it. The next moment, Hermione and Harry came running over to them, out of breath. Ron slid down the wall and started crying and immediatly everyone was by his side.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, rubbing Ron's back.
"It's not fair!" Ron yelled.
"That's not the point, Ron!" George yelled at him. "Not everything in life is fair! It's no reason to do what you were going to do!"
"What was he going to do?" Hannah asked George. George looked at Ron, and Ron nodded, saying it was okay to tell them.
"Well . . . . . "George trailed off. Then he took out the knife and showed it to her. Hannah didn't get it, but Harry must've, because the next moment, he pulled Ron up and started dragging him down the halls. Everyone was starting to follow them.
"No!" Harry yelled at them. "I want to talk to Ron alone!" They all immediatly stopped, and Harry dragged Ron to his room in the Prefect Tower. "Ron? What were you thinking?" Harry asked him gently.
"I don't know, Harry." Ron said, starting to cry. Harry hugged him and kept on talking.
"Why would you want to do it, Ron?"
"Because, Harry, you're my best friend, and I never see you anymore, and I hate that!" Ron sobbed. "Whenever we're alone together and we actually have a chance to talk amongst ourselves, you always have an excuse to leave!"
"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said. "I'm just afraid you're ashamed and disappointed in me for doing what I was doing. And couldn't of handled it. Were you ashamed and disappointed in me?"
"No, Harry, I was just concerned." Ron said. "I didn't want you to do that to yourselve anymore. I didn't want you to die."
Harry smiled at Ron and Ron immediatly got Harry's point. It was the same for Harry. he didn't want Ron to die either.
"Let's go." Harry said, getting up. Ron got up and wiped his eyes on his sleave.
"Okay." Ron said stepping out of the door.
"And, Ron? Don't ever trying doing that again."
"As long as you don't. Deal?"
"Deal."
They walked down the corridor were the once were and saw that everyone was still, there, completely silent, waiting for them to come back. They saw that Harry and Ron were laughing and joking, and everyone smiled. Everyone exsept for George, that is. He ran straight up to Ron and immediatly began to search him for cuts that might be on his body.
"Leave me alone, George! I'm fine." Ron said, pushing him away as George started to lift up his shirt. Harry started laughing. "It's not funny, Harry. I'm leaving before George pulls down my pants." Ron whispered to Harry. They both laughed, and Ron ran off, George close behind.
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Hermione watched them run off and immediatly blamed herself. She wouldn't have really told Harry if Ron didn't want her too. And now it was her fault that Harry knew. But maybe it was all for the best? She hoped so. Harry walked up to her, still laughing at something that Ron had told him before running off.
"Hey, Mione." Harry said, calming down.
"Did you talk to him?" Hermione said, trying not to cry.
"Yeah, Mione, I talked to him." Harry said gently, hugging her. Hermione gave up and started crying. Harry tried comforting he as best as he could, but she still wouldn't stop crying. "Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, pulling her up to look her in the face.
"It's all my fault!"
"What's your fault." Harry asked, confused.
"It's all my fault that you know about Ron. He didn't want you to know so I wasn't going to tell you. But then I yelled at him and he ran off, and then George showed you the knife, and then you found out!" Hermione sobbed.
"Well, it's good that I know. We came to an agreement."
"What kind of agreement?" Hermione asked, calming down.
"Well, if I never try to commit suicide, he won't. We rely on the other for support."
"Okay." hermione said, wiping her and smiling.
"What's going on, you guys?" Hannah asked as she walked over.
"Nothing." Harry said, rather quickly. "We're talking. Go away."
"Okay." Hannah said, comfused, then left.
Hermione and Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room together. Neither of them felt like back to the Prefects Tower.
"We missed the meeting, you know." Hermione said, five minuts later.
"That's alright. George missed it, too. He'll excuse us." Harry said, waving it off.
"Yeah, I guess."
They ran into Ron who looked panick stricken. He grabbed them both and led them away from the common room.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, stuck in the middle of confusion and concern.
"George has told Fred and Ginny. He also sent an owl to mum and dad, one to Percy, one to Bill, and another to Charlie!"
"When did this happen?" Hermione asked.
"Well, he just told Fred and Ginny, but he owled mum, dad, Percy, Bill, and Charlie when he found out an hour and a half ago! I just found out because they all sent owls back! They all said that they were coming to Hogwarts to see me! And they all are already here!" Ron yelled, running off.
"Ron. Why's that so bad?" Harry asked as him and Hermione ran to keep up with Ron. "It will be alright!"
"No, it won't!"
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Because, you don't know what they'll be like! They'll never leave me alone!"
"Ron! Calm down!" Harry yelled. Ron stopped running. "Are they looking for you right now?"
Ron nodded. "All eight of them."
"Wow." Hermione said.
"Well," Harry went on. "we can hide you in the Prefects Tower for now. My room. I'll lock you in. Then me and Hermione will go looking for George to tell him that you have us right now."
"Okay." Ron nodded. "Lets go." They all ran up to the Prefect Tower. Harry locked Ron in his room, and he and Hermione set off to find George. They had only been out of the Prefect Tower for five minutes when they ran into the whole Weasley family, minus Ron. All eight of them.
"Do you two know where Ron is?" Percy asked them sternly.
"Yes." Hermione said. "But we're not telling. Bill opened his mouth to protest but Harry cut him off.
"Ron has us right now. And he said he doesn't want to be hunted down."
"He just needs to be with his friends right now." Hermione pleaded.
"And his girlfriend." Fred muttered and him and George laughed under their breaths.
"Girlfriend?" Arthur Weasley asked. To make things so much better, Hannah came running up to them.
"Harry, have you seen my boyfriend?" Hannah asked.
"Yes." Hermione answered for him. Harry was starting to sweat and was really nervous.
"Well, where is he?" Hannah asked.
"Harry and Hermione won't tell us where Ron is, Hannah." Harry shot her a death glare and Fred and George startedd laughing at there mum's, dad's, and their brother's faces.
"Ron is going out with Harry's twin?" Percy asked, astounded.
"Yep." Ginny said, smiling. "And I'm going out with Harry." Harry immediatly ran off in the other direction after seeing Mr. Weasley's, Percy's, Bill's, and Charlie's angry experesions.
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Harry ran into his room only to be greeted by Ron's anxious expression.
"So, how did it go?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Well . . . " Harry started. Ron's face turned from defeated to eagerness. "Don't get the wrong idea, Ron." Ron's face looked a lot more hopeful after that statement. "Well, ya see, Hannah kinda interrupted when we were talking to them. Then Ginny told them that we were going out, so I decided to run for it. But I'm sure Hermione's still talking to them."
"Great. Then I best go talk to them now. They will defeat Hermione and she wiil give in." Ron said, sliding down the wall, landing on the soft and comfortable carpet.
"Not necessarily." Harry pointed out.
"I guess." Ron said, still looking defeated.
"Ron, cheer up." Harry said, pulling Ron up off the carpet. The next moment Hermione ran in, a huge smile on her face.
"So, how did it go?" Ron asked again.
"Well, I talked them down to demanding to see you at once, to you have to see one an hour tomorrow, starting at ten o'clock in the morning. So you have to be with a family member, only a family member, from ten to six."
"Well, that's better than having all of them around me from morning to evening for a week straight." Ron said, a weak smilr forming on his face. The next moment Harry ran out of the room, and Ron was sure that he had seen a tear escape from his eye. Ron ran out the door, but didn't see Harry anywhere. He couldn't run that fast. He probably had the invisibility cloak on.
"Harry, I know you're somewhere in the corridor, under your invisibility cloak. I'm not stupid. Show yourself. I'm just worried." Ron pleaded.
"No!" Harry yelled, and the Ron saw the door that led out of the Prefects Tower open and close. Ron ran out the door and ran into someone on his way down a corridor.
"Sorry." Ron said, not noticing who it was, not looking at their face. He started to run off again to look for Harry, but the person pulled him back. He looked at their face. "Uh oh."
"Ron, we need to talk." Percy said as he pulled Ron out of the corridor and into a deserted room. "How could you even think of doing that?"
"Listen, Percy, we have a whole hour tomorrow to talk about this. I need to find Harry. He's really upset about something." Percy opened his mouth in protest, but Ron cut him off. "If you think thinking about it is big, what about actually doing it? Because he's done it, more than once, too!"
"Fine, go. But we have to talk about this tomorrow." Percy said sternly. Ron began to open the door. "And about Harry and Hannah tomorrow!" Percy yelled after him.
"Okay." Ron called back as he ran down the corridor, looking for Harry. He ran into Dumbledore rounding the corner that led to the Gryffindor common room. "Have you seen Harry anywhere?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley. I was just having a nice chotchat with him. He asked me to please not tell anyone where he is going. And I respect that." Ron looked at him in suprise. "He also asked me that if I saw you anywhere to please tell you that he's still keeping to his side of the deal and that he just needs some alone time right now. What deal would he be talking about, Mr. Weasley." Ron looked at him frightenly, so Dumbledore added, "What you will about to tell me will go no farther than me or you."
Ron gave him a defeated look. "Okay." Ron whispered. "You know what Harry has been doing?" Dumbledore nodded. "Well, I've been thinking about it. So Harry came up with the deal that if he didn't - er - you know - then neither can I, and vice versa. So we kind of depend on eachother for support, you know?"
"I see. That is very wise. Both of you get somethingout of it." Dumbledore smiled down at Ron, who was looking down at his feet. "I won't tell anyone. And I think we all get a little stressed sometimes, some more than others, though." Ron looked up at Dumbledore and smiled. Ron knew that Dumbledore wasn't judging him, and he silently thanked him for that. He was probably feeling what Ron was feeling for Harry, concern. Hagrid was right, Dumbledore was truely a great man.
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Harry sat by the lake, wishing he had a family that cared for him as much as the Weasleys cared for eachother. No one really cared that he had tried to commit suicide, But everyone cares when Ron even just thinks about it. Harry wished his parents were still alive. He knew that they'd care. Harry was glad that he had run into Dumbledore on the way here. If he didn't, Ron would be looking for him on the Marauders Map right now. Then he would come talk to Harry about it. All Harry really needed was to be alone right now. He heard someone walking up behind him aturned around. It was just 'Snuffles'.
"Hi, Snuffles." Harry said, wiping away his tears before Siruis saw them. But he was too late. Good thing it was dark out, because Snuffles turned into Siruis. "Siruis? Are you crazy? Someone will see you!"
"It's okay, Harry. It's dark out." Siruis said, laughing. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Harry said, turning back to look at the lake so Siruis wouldn't see his tears. Sirius sat beside him and Harry could no longer hide his tears, so he started crying into Siruis's shirt.
"I knew it was nothing." Siruis said, rubbing Harry's back. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's just, Ron has so many people who care about him! And I don't have anyone!"
"Hey! I take offense to that! I care!"
Opps. Harry had forgotten about Siruis talking to him and Ron staying by his bed and Hannah's crying figure and Hermione's sad face.
"Oh, yeah." Harry said, getting up and wiping his face.
" 'Oh yeah.' Thanks a lot, kid. I feel so loved." Siruis said, getting up and pulling Harry up afterwards.
"Sorry." Harry said, smiling at Siruis. "Siruis? Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it Harry?"
"Can I call you dad?" Harry asked, looking hopefully into Siruis's eyes.
Harry wanted to call Siruis dad? What about James? James had been Siruis's best friend. What should he say? Should he say yes? Should he say no because of James? Siruis wasn't sure, but he finally came to a decision.
"No, Harry." Harry looked like he was about to cry.(A/N: It's three in the morning, and well, I don't make the best decisions when I'm tired. So just cope with me, okay?) "I'm sorry, Harry, but it's because of James. Listen, I've got ot go." Harry watched him leave, feeling sadness drifting all over himself. Harry had just been let down by the closest thing he had to a family, his godfather. He never thought this could be humanly possible. And the way Siruis looked when he said it. At first he looked flattered, which made Harry very happy, thinking he would say yes. But then Siruis started to look terrified, which only got to Harry a bit, but he still thought Siruis would say yes. But then . . . . . then he looked at Harry with a mixture of digust, like Harry shouldn't have asked such a stupid question, and pity. My god, Siruis pitied him. No one has every pitied Harry before.
The next moment, Harry felt himself being pushed into the lake. He looked up and saw Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So, Scarhead, you were actually crying?" Malfoy said, a smile forming on his lips. "This is too sad." Malfoy started to pretend to cry. Crabbe and Goyle picked Harry up from out of the water. Crabbe held Harry while Goyle punched him. Harry didn't care. His life was already plunging down deep. Why not let them finish him off so he would have to be anymore?
"Malfoy! Send your goons off Harry or I will be forced to hurt all three of you!" Came the voice of Ronald Weasley, about ten feet away from Harry.
"Make me, Weasel!" Malfoy screamed at him. Ron ran head first into Malfoy, knocking him down to the ground. They started getting in a fight, and Harry felt happy that Ron had found him. He forgot, once again, that Ron really cared for him. Ron was his best friend. Harry started fighting against Crabbe and Goyle, but they were too strong, the next thing he knew, everything had went dark.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled, costing him a punch in the face by Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle had thrown Harry into the lake while he was unconscious, and now he was sinking down to the bottom. Suddenly, Fred and George took Crabbe and Goyle, and Bill smashed Malfoy down to the ground.
"Never - touch - my - brother - ever - again!" Bill yelled, throwing a punch at Malfoy for every word that came out of his mouth. Ron ran and dived into the lake, looking all around for Harry, but he was no where in sight. Oh no, Harry couldn't die. Ron kept on searching for Harry, but found nothing. He finally saw a glint of gold, and swam towards it, but it was only Harry's glasses. Ron looked around again, but it was too dark. He swam up for breath.
"Lumos!" Ron cried, then he swam down into the lake again, his wand lighting his way. Then he saw Harry. He swam towards him and grabbed him by the edge of his collar. He swam to shore only to be greeted by Fred, George, and Bill. Bill grabbed Harry while Fred and George helped Ron walk. He was so tired. He was going to tell Fred and George this, but before he could say anything, his head foated in a big deep sea of black.
