Disclamer: I don't own any thing Harry Potter. One day I will and then you will all kneal down trembling before me but not today.
Time Frame: Summer of the 6/7 year.
A/N: Second Chapter guys! Thank's for writing the reviews. Same with this one. Fell free to point out any errors you see and I hope you enjoy it.Agian thank you to my cousin!
Harry rushed to the ground and landed softly in, what looked like to Ron, the middle of nowhere. It was night and the only light they had was from the moon, but the tress hanging overhead only lessened this. There was a heavy breeze in the air that felt good over Ron's wounds.
"Where are we?" asked Ron.
"Some place you're going to have to keep secret. Don't even tell your family Ron."
Ron nodded and watched Harry walk over to a strange looking tree. It's trunk seemed to have sprouted several other trees that dangled down in every direction, looking like tentacles. There was hardly any leaves on it and looked really familiar...
"Harry... WATCH OUT!!!!!!!" Ron screamed. Too late, the Whomping Willow raised one of its branches and shot it straight towards Harry's face. Harry didn't move, or even blink. The tree-thick branch cut though the air and stopped right in front of Harry's nose. The tree slowly recoiled its branch back to its side and let it hang down, not moving.
Harry turned back to Ron with a smile on his face. "It's a safety precaution. You move, it attacks full force. Come on," he said, gesturing for Ron to move closer, and then walked right up to the trunk of the giant tree. As soon as Ron reached his side Harry stuck his wand into a knothole and muttered an incantation "Ixion".
Instantly a line of fire began to draw it's self on the bark, creating the form of a screeching Phoenix. Ron felt no heat from it and finally understood that this was the Order Of The Phoenix's base, an underground organization formed in Harry and Ron's 5th year to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Harry was one of the first recruits.
The fire line grew wider and spread out, opening a hole in the tree where a stair case lead down into darkness. Harry stepped though and started to descend the stairs slowly. Ron followed him and, looking back, saw the fire door seem to rewind itself whole. When he turned around Harry was fading from view and Ron picked up speed. His footsteps were noisily echoing off the damp walls and the tunnel continued to travel down and down for what seemed like forever.
Finally the ground leveled off and Ron saw light up ahead, though Harry's form was blocking most of the view. Ron ran up behind Harry, who took no notice. The light was coming from a small room lit by torches. Two people were sitting by a small, wooden table and had their backs to them. They were deep in a conversation, huddling over a map and didn't even notice as Harry and Ron began to approach them.
"Hullo," Harry said a little loudly. The two people swung around quickly with a look of surprise. But it soon turned to relief and happiness when they found out whom they were staring at. One of them, who had a long, silver beard and half-moon spectacles, was Albus Dumbledore, the Hogwarts headmaster. The other was someone Ron had only seen a few times before in human form, the other times he was a dog they called Snuffles, Sirius Black, Harry's god father.
"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes twinkling and smiling broadly. "I was getting worried about you. It was getting late, but I knew you could do it."
"All right?" Sirius asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry nodded his head.
"And it seems." Dumbledore continued, "That you have recovered your friend, all though not in one piece." He said, looking at Ron. "Your family, Ron, will be greatly relived when they see you. But not today, we can't bring them here for precaution."
Ron nodded.
"So tell us Harry, how did you do?" asked Dumbledore. Harry began telling them everything he remembered. The muggle machines, the building, Voldemort's defeat (At this it took Sirius ten minuets to calm down, and everyone was smiling.). He showed them the time-turner, which Dumbledore looked at closely, and then told them how he found Ron.
Dumbledore then turned to Ron. "So Ron, how are you?"
But Ron was getting very dizzy and didn't fell much like speaking. Sirius had taken Harry over to the side and was talking to him in low voices. Ron looked back at his headmaster but his vision began to blur and the room spun.
"Ron?" Dumbledore asked in a worried voice. His words echoed in Ron's head and he tried to answer but before he could everything went black. He fell backwards and was caught just in time by Sirius.
"Is he okay?" Harry asked walking over.
"Passed out," Sirius muttered. "But these wounds are almost healed. There is no reason that he should have."
"Over here," Dumbledore said, conjuring up a couch in the corner. Sirius picked Ron up and carried him over, laying him on the couch. "He is going to need medical attention," Dumbledore continued. "Sirius, go get help. I'll do what I can here. Harry, you had better get some sleep. You need it."
Harry shook his head, his eyes still focused on Ron. Dumbledore didn't object and turned back to Ron. "Sirius," Harry said to his godfather near the door. "Here. Ride fast." He tossed him his Firebolt and Sirius headed out the door. Harry turned back to Ron and gazed at him with a grim face. Dumbledore checked Ron over while he slept.
After about twenty minutes, he turned back to Harry with a confused look. "I can't find anything wrong with him. His wounds have healed mostly and are not infected. I've done all I can. All we can do is wait for Sirius to get back." With that he rose and walked into a door, shutting it behind him. But Harry didn't move. He couldn't bring himself to leave his friend's side.
"It took me three months to find you Ron. You had better be okay," he said in a whisper. Ron's breathing had become labored and his face was ghostly pale, making Harry worry even more. He stayed awake as long as he could but soon drifted off to sleep.
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Harry was shook awake not long after by Sirius. He had someone else beside him, holding a bag. "Harry, this is Orcrist, a great doctor that I knew a while back." Harry shook the man's hand. He looked young but had gray hair, lightning-blue eyes, and a friendly aura around him. Harry got up from his seat and walked over by Sirius.
Orcrist took as long as Dumbledore, using his wand several times to examine Ron. Finally he looked back at Harry and Sirius with a grim face and stood up. " He's been poisoned by something. It's been a long time since I have not known something medical but this completely eludes me. I've cured him the best I can but it's not doing any good. I'm going to have to hurry and find a friend of mine. Maybe he can help. For right now just watch over him." Orcrist then quickly walked back up the stairs with a different look about him.
Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and walked into a back room. Harry was not cheered but went and sat down next to Ron and fell asleep.
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Harry awoken with a start. Bad dreams. Looking at Ron he knew something was wrong. He sat up in a panic and noticed that he was not breathing. Harry's eyes became a blur as wiped the tears away and checked Ron's pulse. Nothing. Ron was dead.
A/N: Not much of a cliff hanger I know but I hope you liked it all the same. And before you flame me for killing Ron he is my fav. chater so don't think I'm doing it because I hate him!
Time Frame: Summer of the 6/7 year.
A/N: Second Chapter guys! Thank's for writing the reviews. Same with this one. Fell free to point out any errors you see and I hope you enjoy it.Agian thank you to my cousin!
Harry rushed to the ground and landed softly in, what looked like to Ron, the middle of nowhere. It was night and the only light they had was from the moon, but the tress hanging overhead only lessened this. There was a heavy breeze in the air that felt good over Ron's wounds.
"Where are we?" asked Ron.
"Some place you're going to have to keep secret. Don't even tell your family Ron."
Ron nodded and watched Harry walk over to a strange looking tree. It's trunk seemed to have sprouted several other trees that dangled down in every direction, looking like tentacles. There was hardly any leaves on it and looked really familiar...
"Harry... WATCH OUT!!!!!!!" Ron screamed. Too late, the Whomping Willow raised one of its branches and shot it straight towards Harry's face. Harry didn't move, or even blink. The tree-thick branch cut though the air and stopped right in front of Harry's nose. The tree slowly recoiled its branch back to its side and let it hang down, not moving.
Harry turned back to Ron with a smile on his face. "It's a safety precaution. You move, it attacks full force. Come on," he said, gesturing for Ron to move closer, and then walked right up to the trunk of the giant tree. As soon as Ron reached his side Harry stuck his wand into a knothole and muttered an incantation "Ixion".
Instantly a line of fire began to draw it's self on the bark, creating the form of a screeching Phoenix. Ron felt no heat from it and finally understood that this was the Order Of The Phoenix's base, an underground organization formed in Harry and Ron's 5th year to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Harry was one of the first recruits.
The fire line grew wider and spread out, opening a hole in the tree where a stair case lead down into darkness. Harry stepped though and started to descend the stairs slowly. Ron followed him and, looking back, saw the fire door seem to rewind itself whole. When he turned around Harry was fading from view and Ron picked up speed. His footsteps were noisily echoing off the damp walls and the tunnel continued to travel down and down for what seemed like forever.
Finally the ground leveled off and Ron saw light up ahead, though Harry's form was blocking most of the view. Ron ran up behind Harry, who took no notice. The light was coming from a small room lit by torches. Two people were sitting by a small, wooden table and had their backs to them. They were deep in a conversation, huddling over a map and didn't even notice as Harry and Ron began to approach them.
"Hullo," Harry said a little loudly. The two people swung around quickly with a look of surprise. But it soon turned to relief and happiness when they found out whom they were staring at. One of them, who had a long, silver beard and half-moon spectacles, was Albus Dumbledore, the Hogwarts headmaster. The other was someone Ron had only seen a few times before in human form, the other times he was a dog they called Snuffles, Sirius Black, Harry's god father.
"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes twinkling and smiling broadly. "I was getting worried about you. It was getting late, but I knew you could do it."
"All right?" Sirius asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry nodded his head.
"And it seems." Dumbledore continued, "That you have recovered your friend, all though not in one piece." He said, looking at Ron. "Your family, Ron, will be greatly relived when they see you. But not today, we can't bring them here for precaution."
Ron nodded.
"So tell us Harry, how did you do?" asked Dumbledore. Harry began telling them everything he remembered. The muggle machines, the building, Voldemort's defeat (At this it took Sirius ten minuets to calm down, and everyone was smiling.). He showed them the time-turner, which Dumbledore looked at closely, and then told them how he found Ron.
Dumbledore then turned to Ron. "So Ron, how are you?"
But Ron was getting very dizzy and didn't fell much like speaking. Sirius had taken Harry over to the side and was talking to him in low voices. Ron looked back at his headmaster but his vision began to blur and the room spun.
"Ron?" Dumbledore asked in a worried voice. His words echoed in Ron's head and he tried to answer but before he could everything went black. He fell backwards and was caught just in time by Sirius.
"Is he okay?" Harry asked walking over.
"Passed out," Sirius muttered. "But these wounds are almost healed. There is no reason that he should have."
"Over here," Dumbledore said, conjuring up a couch in the corner. Sirius picked Ron up and carried him over, laying him on the couch. "He is going to need medical attention," Dumbledore continued. "Sirius, go get help. I'll do what I can here. Harry, you had better get some sleep. You need it."
Harry shook his head, his eyes still focused on Ron. Dumbledore didn't object and turned back to Ron. "Sirius," Harry said to his godfather near the door. "Here. Ride fast." He tossed him his Firebolt and Sirius headed out the door. Harry turned back to Ron and gazed at him with a grim face. Dumbledore checked Ron over while he slept.
After about twenty minutes, he turned back to Harry with a confused look. "I can't find anything wrong with him. His wounds have healed mostly and are not infected. I've done all I can. All we can do is wait for Sirius to get back." With that he rose and walked into a door, shutting it behind him. But Harry didn't move. He couldn't bring himself to leave his friend's side.
"It took me three months to find you Ron. You had better be okay," he said in a whisper. Ron's breathing had become labored and his face was ghostly pale, making Harry worry even more. He stayed awake as long as he could but soon drifted off to sleep.
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Harry was shook awake not long after by Sirius. He had someone else beside him, holding a bag. "Harry, this is Orcrist, a great doctor that I knew a while back." Harry shook the man's hand. He looked young but had gray hair, lightning-blue eyes, and a friendly aura around him. Harry got up from his seat and walked over by Sirius.
Orcrist took as long as Dumbledore, using his wand several times to examine Ron. Finally he looked back at Harry and Sirius with a grim face and stood up. " He's been poisoned by something. It's been a long time since I have not known something medical but this completely eludes me. I've cured him the best I can but it's not doing any good. I'm going to have to hurry and find a friend of mine. Maybe he can help. For right now just watch over him." Orcrist then quickly walked back up the stairs with a different look about him.
Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and walked into a back room. Harry was not cheered but went and sat down next to Ron and fell asleep.
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Harry awoken with a start. Bad dreams. Looking at Ron he knew something was wrong. He sat up in a panic and noticed that he was not breathing. Harry's eyes became a blur as wiped the tears away and checked Ron's pulse. Nothing. Ron was dead.
A/N: Not much of a cliff hanger I know but I hope you liked it all the same. And before you flame me for killing Ron he is my fav. chater so don't think I'm doing it because I hate him!