Ron couldn't ever remember such a pain. It started from the top of his head and seemed to spread all the way down his body.

He reached a shaking hand up to his head and felt...blood. Lots of it. That wasn't good. He felt very dizzy, and he was having trouble staying awake. He tried
to remember what Hermione would be saying in this situation...

"Don't touch it Ron, you'll make it worse! Do you have a piece a rag? You have to stop the bleeding. Put it on your cut. Yeah, like that. Hold it really tight."

He could hear the words echoing through his head. Slowly, he grabbed his shirt and tore a strip of it off. Folding it in half, he reached up towards his head,
but he couldn't reach the cut. Struggling, he streched his arm out further, but he still couldn't find the place that he was bleeding. He started to take his hand
off the cloth, but it seemed to be held in place. He pulled firmly on it, and was responded with a soft wimpering. Ron froze. Wonderful. All he had
needed was for some hungry animal to come wandering up to him.

The wimpering noise came again, and Ron slowly tilted his head upward. He was met with a pair of large yellow eyes, staring into his, and a doggish paw
holding the cloth firmly onto his head. But it wasn't a dog. It was a wolf.

Ron would have shouted, but he was to weak, and he figured the only thing it would do would be to attract more wolves. One was bad enough. The wolf stared
into his eyes, as though iut couldn't believe what it was seeing, then slowly leaned inward, untill it's nose was almost touching Ron's forehead. It sniffed
him tenderly, then licked his nose and whimpered again, before giving him what seemed to be a reasuring look. The it bounded off, howling into the moonlight
that shone down on it.