Ron walked into the Gryffindor common room, quickly eyeing the room for Harry.
"Hey Ron," He heard a voice call from over near the fire. "Over here!"
He grinned as he saw Harry, and walked over to the fire, placing his things down onto a nearby table and slumping himself into a big comfortable chair across from Harry.
"Hey Harry," Ron said, unable how to start the conversation. "I was meaning to talk to you."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron, and sat back in the chair, swinging his legs over the arm of the chair.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, almost rudely.
Ron bit his lip, and looked around the room for a distraction. He wanted to look anywhere but directly at Harry.
"I've been hearing you," Ron started, gazes at the flames flickering in the fire. "In your sleep. You've been calling out things, and.. tossing and turning. All the time, Harry."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron, his mouth opened.
"W-what kind of things have I been calling out?" He asked Ron, looking at him square in the eyes.
"Things about.. killing Mudbloods," Ron told him, finally looking at him. "It's been happening for ages now. You've been tossing and turning in your sleep, and you've been calling out things like ''Those Mudbloods.. they can't do this.. I'll kill them..'"
Harry looked down at hands, and bit his lip.
"Harry, what is it?" Ron asked Harry, unaware of what all this meant.
Harry glanced up at Ron, and shook his head sadly.
"I know I've been having the dreams," Harry confessed, his eyes stinging with tears. "I've been having them for weeks now, and I.. I just couldn't tell you before, Ron. I'm sorry."
"So tell me now," Ron demanded. "You can tell me right now."
"It's not that easy," Harry told him, sighing. "You'll tell Hermione, and I can't risk that."
"I promise I won't, Harry. I promise," Ron told him, longing for more information.
"Alright then," Harry told him, taking his legs off the arms of the chair, and sitting up straight, facing Ron. "In the dreams I've been having.. I've been with Voldemort," Ron flinched at his name, and Harry looked angry. "Ron, you have to learn to hear his name sometime! I've been with Voldemort, and we've been.. killing Mudbloods. All Mudbloods, Ron."
Ron was gazing at Harry, open-mouthed in shock. He shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"But.." Ron asked him. "When you say all Mudbloods, you don't really mean.. Hermione too, do you?"
Harry looked away from Ron, a cold shiver going through his body.
"Yes Ron," Harry told him, still not allowing him a glance. "I've been with Voldemort, and we've been killing Mudbloods, because.. because wizards and witches should be pure blood."
"Harry! You don't honestly believe that rubbish do you? Look at Hermione, she's one of the greatest witches at our school! You know she is!" Ron told him, having trouble lowering his voice, and a few people were looking over at him.
"She's a Mudblood, Ron!" Harry exclaimed, with a different look in his eyes than usual. "Her parents are both Muggles, and she should be too."
Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he gathered his books up, storming up the stairs into his dormitory.
"Hey Ron," He heard a voice call from over near the fire. "Over here!"
He grinned as he saw Harry, and walked over to the fire, placing his things down onto a nearby table and slumping himself into a big comfortable chair across from Harry.
"Hey Harry," Ron said, unable how to start the conversation. "I was meaning to talk to you."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron, and sat back in the chair, swinging his legs over the arm of the chair.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, almost rudely.
Ron bit his lip, and looked around the room for a distraction. He wanted to look anywhere but directly at Harry.
"I've been hearing you," Ron started, gazes at the flames flickering in the fire. "In your sleep. You've been calling out things, and.. tossing and turning. All the time, Harry."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron, his mouth opened.
"W-what kind of things have I been calling out?" He asked Ron, looking at him square in the eyes.
"Things about.. killing Mudbloods," Ron told him, finally looking at him. "It's been happening for ages now. You've been tossing and turning in your sleep, and you've been calling out things like ''Those Mudbloods.. they can't do this.. I'll kill them..'"
Harry looked down at hands, and bit his lip.
"Harry, what is it?" Ron asked Harry, unaware of what all this meant.
Harry glanced up at Ron, and shook his head sadly.
"I know I've been having the dreams," Harry confessed, his eyes stinging with tears. "I've been having them for weeks now, and I.. I just couldn't tell you before, Ron. I'm sorry."
"So tell me now," Ron demanded. "You can tell me right now."
"It's not that easy," Harry told him, sighing. "You'll tell Hermione, and I can't risk that."
"I promise I won't, Harry. I promise," Ron told him, longing for more information.
"Alright then," Harry told him, taking his legs off the arms of the chair, and sitting up straight, facing Ron. "In the dreams I've been having.. I've been with Voldemort," Ron flinched at his name, and Harry looked angry. "Ron, you have to learn to hear his name sometime! I've been with Voldemort, and we've been.. killing Mudbloods. All Mudbloods, Ron."
Ron was gazing at Harry, open-mouthed in shock. He shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"But.." Ron asked him. "When you say all Mudbloods, you don't really mean.. Hermione too, do you?"
Harry looked away from Ron, a cold shiver going through his body.
"Yes Ron," Harry told him, still not allowing him a glance. "I've been with Voldemort, and we've been killing Mudbloods, because.. because wizards and witches should be pure blood."
"Harry! You don't honestly believe that rubbish do you? Look at Hermione, she's one of the greatest witches at our school! You know she is!" Ron told him, having trouble lowering his voice, and a few people were looking over at him.
"She's a Mudblood, Ron!" Harry exclaimed, with a different look in his eyes than usual. "Her parents are both Muggles, and she should be too."
Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he gathered his books up, storming up the stairs into his dormitory.