Disclaimer:  I don't own the Harry Potter characters. 

A/N:  I'm actually posting another chapter!  I'm in the mood to write, so here it goes.  Hopefully this chapter will be better than the last.  I am writing with a wrist brace on, so bare with me if I make some mistakes.  I'll change them if I find myself making some.  Yes, I finally did something about my stupid wrist.  Anyways, here is the next chapter, enjoy!

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Ron and Harry sat silently on the bed.  Neither seemed to know what to say to the other.  The odd events of the night had them both speechless. 

"Do you want to talk about the dream, Harry?" asked Ron.  He wasn't sure if his friend would want to discuss it, as he usually didn't.

"You saw it all, what more do you need to know?" said Harry shakily.  The dream was still coursing through him.  He definitely didn't want to talk about it. 

"Well, your feelings on the subject might be helpful." replied Ron.  "I know it scared you.  It scared the hell out of me, and I was only witnessing it second hand.  You had the front row seat, you know." he paused here, contemplating whether or not to ask what he wanted to.  Curiosity won and he asked.  "What was up with your uncle; was he decaying or something?" he asked slowly.

Harry spun around in shock.  Deep down he was hoping Ron was just having his own nightmare, but the coincidences were too strong.  Ron had seen it, he had seen it all.  "I'm not sure.  I personally thought he was burnt.  It was really weird, like I could smell burnt flesh.  I wanted to hurl, but then you woke me up."

"Weird…do...do you always have that kind of nightmare?  I mean with the coffin and all?" Ron really wasn't sure how Harry would react to this question.  His worst nightmare, apparently, was being locked in a coffin again.  He could understand why. 

Harry didn't seem phased by the question, but only answered with a nod of his head.  Ron noticed that Harry was closing in on himself, meaning the conversation needed to be ended, now.

"Well, why don't we go downstairs and have some hot chocolate?  I'm wide awake, how about you?"

"Yeah, let's do that.  I couldn't fall back asleep if I tried." Ron nodded his head in agreement.  He didn't think he would be getting anymore sleep any time soon.  Harry's nightmare made sure of that.  He could only imagine what it must be like for Harry. 

They made their way quietly down the stairs.  Upon entering the kitchen, they were surprised to see it empty.  "I guess everyone was able to go back to sleep."

"Must be nice." said Harry sardonically.  He sat down at the table, while Ron busied himself with making the hot chocolate. 

"Hey, do you want some marshmallows?" asked Ron.

"No, I don't like them in my cocoa."   Ron shrugged his shoulders in reply, and continued stirring their cups with a spoon.  He placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of Harry and then sat down with his own. 

For many moments, they both sipped their cocoa quietly.  Growing tired of the silence, Ron finally broke it.  "Well, Christmas is tomorrow, are you excited?"

Harry looked up tiredly.  "It's Christmas?" he asked, looking surprised. 

"Yes," said Ron slowly, trying to suppress his anger.  He could only imagine what had happened while he was entrusted to his muggle relative's care.  The poor guy didn't even know what day it was.  "Where were you when we came to get you?  You weren't in the house, you came in the front door, remember?"

The words were out of his mouth before he could reconsider saying them.  The look on Harry's face made him wish he had reconsidered them.  He looked on the verge of a panic attack.  Ron was at his side in seconds, trying to console him. 

"Harry, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.  Just ignore me and my stupid mouth." Ron's litany of senseless words didn't seem to be doing the trick.  So he tried another tactic.  Overcoming his manliness, he pulled his friend into a hug, all the while telling him to calm down.  This seemed to help, as Harry started to breathe at a more regular rate.  As soon as he had calmed down, Ron pulled away, but kept his hands on Harry's shoulders. 

"Are you alright?" he asked.  Harry just nodded.  Ron released his hold and both regained their macho exterior.  Once again, the room was engulfed in silence.  The two of them felt incredibly stupid, but for different reasons. 

"I'm sorry I reacted that way.  I just…didn't want to think about it, okay?" asked Harry.

"Sure."

"Did you get me anything for Christmas?" asked Harry, changing the subject.

"Of course I did, you dolt." Ron jovially jumped up from his chair and into the living room.  Only now did Harry notice the enormous tree standing in a corner of the room.  Ron came bounding back in moments later.  "Here, open it now!"

Harry just laughed at his best friend's exuberance.  He took the extremely long present from Ron and placed it on the table.  He began carefully pulling the tape from the present, much to Ron's irritation.  "Just open the damned thing!"  Harry laughed even harder.  Finally, he just ripped the package to shreds, and then stopped in shock. 

"Is this what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yeah, I thought you might want it back.  It took me and the twins forever to find a spell that could fix it.  I just knew how much it meant to you.  I know it's been like forever, but it actually took us that long to find a spell.  And I thought it would be easy.  Not likely." he replied.  "So, do you like it?" he asked nervously. 

"I love it!" he exclaimed.  "I never thought I'd ever see it again!" he held his Nimbus 2000 up so he could see it.  There wasn't a splinter in it, from where it had been destroyed.  "I can use it to practice on.  It was my first broom ever, Ron, I love it!"

Ron looked overjoyed.  He was glad he had gotten something to cheer Harry up.  He hadn't seen him this happy in a while.  But then Harry's happy face fell.  "All the presents I got you guys are in my trunk, which is…, at my uncle's house."

"No they're not."

Harry and Ron nearly fell out of their chairs in surprise.  "What?"

"They're here, Harry.  I got them last night." Sirius said slowly, gauging Harry's reaction to the news.

"Last night?  You went there?" Harry sounded mad, if anything.  He knew first hand how psychotic his uncle could be.  But he also knew how over protective his godfather could be.  "You didn't do anything, did you?"  At Sirius's hesitation, Harry exploded.  "You did!  What happened?  He didn't try and hurt you did he?"

"No, I'm fine.  And the little bugger got what he deserved." replied Sirius in an ominous voice, which did nothing to comfort Harry. 

"What did you do?" asked Harry, forcefully.  "I don't want you getting sent back to Azkaban." He said strictly. 

"It wasn't just your godfather, Harry, I helped as well." said Mr. Weasley, who suddenly appeared in the doorway.  Sirius suddenly looked relieved that he wouldn't be taking the brunt of his godson's anger.  The two older men made eye contact and nodded in agreement.  They would tell Harry what had happened, kind of.

"Well," started Sirius, "we both decided to get your things," which wasn't really a lie, thought Sirius.  "And then when we arrived your little mirror friend, Angel, I believe is his name, was effectively scaring the crap out of your uncle."  This received a slight chuckle from Harry.  "Well, he said some things, and one thing led to another…"

Sirius trailed off at that point, not exactly wanting to tell his godson he had sent his uncle to a hell dimension, where he died a most horrible death.  Deserving as it was for the little rodent.  But Harry wasn't going to be deterred tonight. 

"Precisely what things are you talking about, Sirius." asked Harry in a tone that held no argument.  Sirius sighed in defeat.  Arthur looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. 

"Harry, promise me you won't be upset." Sirius said.  "I'll tell you now, it's bad." Harry suddenly looked nervous.  If Sirius got sent back to Azkaban, he'd kick his ass himself. 

"Don't worry, Harry, nothing can be traced back to us.  The mirror helped us." offered Mr. Weasley. 

Ron suddenly burst out laughing. 

"What?" asked Arthur.  "Have you been drinking those cokes again?" Ron just seemed to laugh harder at this.  Arthur was looking at his son with growing concern.  Harry just smirked.

"No, dad, I'm not drinking cokes again.  I just find it very amusing that you, my father, would purposefully hide important information." Ron just kind of looked at his hands.  "Well, maybe it's not that funny." he said, noticing no one else was laughing but himself. 

Ignoring his son, Arthur continued.  "What I'm saying is, you don't have to worry about anything getting traced back to us, meaning Sirius won't be getting sent back to Azkaban.  Or getting the dementors kiss, for that matter."

Harry shook his head.  "Okay, but you still haven't told me what you guys did, exactly." said Harry, now less worried.

"We sent him to a hell dimension." said Sirius bluntly.  Harry looked shocked out of his mind for all of five seconds before it dawned on him. 

"He's dead?" he asked slowly, still absorbing the information. 

Sirius regarded his godson carefully.  Was this a good thing to him, or bad?  The kid looked somewhere between stricken and on the verge of jumping up and down.  "Yes, he's dead, Harry." 

They were all very surprised when he reacted.  He burst into tears.  And ran from the room.  "Oh, shit." said Sirius, running after him. 

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An hour had passed since the little episode in the kitchen, and no one had found Harry.  Sirius hadn't been able to find him, and now everyone was congregated in the living room, desperately trying to fit beside the Christmas tree. 

"Perhaps breaking the news to him in such a manner wasn't such a great idea." said Dumbledore, who had arrived only fifteen minutes after Harry's impromptu escape, accompanied by Madame Pomfrey. 

"He'll turn up, don't worry."  said Arthur. 

"He's so emotionally messed up right now, though.  I mean, shouldn't we be a little more worried about this whole thing?" asked Ron, who had stayed quiet since his friends disappearance. 

"He's stronger than you might thing, Mr. Weasley." stated Dumbledore.  "Have faith in him, he'll come back when he's ready." 

"I don't know…" Fred suddenly spoke up.  "His aunt, she told us something…" Fred seemed reluctant to share his bit of information. 

"What?" asked Molly, suddenly growing nervous all over again.  "What did that bastard do to him?" she said in a menacing tone that scared everyone in the room. 

George, who decided to take Fred out of the spotlight, spoke for him.  "Well, mum, he put Harry in the trunk of his car."

Silence, as it seemed to do more often than not, reigned.  No one spoke, for all knew the consequences of such an action.  Harry would not have handled that well at all. 

"I'll kill him, I swear, I'll kill him." Mrs. Weasley finally voiced her opinion on the matter. 

"Too late, mum." said Ron, not thinking, and gained an elbow in his ribs for the effort.  "Dad!" yelled Ron, rubbing his side.  "What was that for?"

"It was for you, being an idiot." whispered Sirius. 

"Oh." muttered Ron.

"What's this?  Are you saying what I think you're saying?" asked Molly slowly.  "Sweet Merlin, am I the only person in this room who didn't know what was going on?"

"Pretty much," replied Fred.  "you were in the bathroom, sorry."

"Plus, dad didn't want you to kill him." added George.  Suddenly, Arthur fled from the room, followed shortly by his wife, who looked half crazed. 

"That went well." said Ron.

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Ron had gone back up to his room after his mother's outburst.  He was now sitting motionless on his bed.  His eyes were closed, and if anyone had been watching, they would have noticed that he looked different.  Almost more powerful.  Suddenly his eyes shot open.  He knew where Harry was.  He swept from the room and descended the stairs two at a time. 

"I know where he is." said Ron. 

Dumbledore looked up and met Ron's eyes.  They told him what he had previously thought was true.  "You're a seer, Ronald Weasley."

"What?" asked Ron. 

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Harry lay sprawled on his back, sitting in the middle of the woods near Ron's house.  He figured it would take them ages to find him.  He thought wrong. 

Before he knew it, Ron was at his side.  "Hello, mate."

Harry nearly decked Ron in his surprise.  "How in the hell did you find me?" he asked.

"It was easy, I just concentrated on you, and my mind kind of showed me where you were." said Ron, as if this sort of thing happened every day.

"Hold up, you did what?  How did you do that?" asked Harry.

"Well, Dumbledore tells me that I am a seer.  That I can see things, especially when I concentrate on the answers.  He said he could see the signs from when I was younger.   But I don't know.  It's kind of cool, though.  That is how I found you.  Are you okay?"

Harry just stared at his friend in awe.  "Wicked." he finally said.  Ron laughed. 

"Hey, that's something I would say." 

"Yeah, well, deal with it."  said Harry, laughingly.  He was in a good mood, especially now that he had some time to himself, some time to think over his feelings. 

"Seriously, are you alright?  You know the entire family is having a fit.  And Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey are here.  She wants to fix your arm sometime this century, you know."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about it since it didn't hurt." he replied, rubbing absently at his upper arm.  "I just needed a moment to myself."

"Understandable."

"Do you think it's bad to be relieved?" he asked slowly.  He had been happy when he found out his uncle was dead.  Happy.  He didn't want people to think he was sick by wanting his uncle dead.

"No, it's not a bad thing.  Hell, I'm happy too.  I now know he won't ever hurt you or anyone else ever again.  I'm just as relieved as you are.  It was for the best, the man had mental problems or something." he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Thanks, Ron."

"Anytime." he said.  "Why don't we head back to the house before they throw a conniption.

"Alright." he said, and they made their way back to the house.

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A/N:  Sorry, people, but I'm running out of things to do in this chapter.  But at least this one was flowing for me.  I love it when it does that.  Everything just comes together and I hardly even have to stop to think.  Yeah.  Anyways, I'll try and update again as soon as possible.  My wrist is still having minor issues, but it doesn't hurt as much.  Great joy. 

Saya-Sato:  Yes, I'm trying to keep Sirius and all the others in character as much as possible.  Although, I'm not sure how I'm doing with Harry.  But this kind of thing hasn't happened to him in the books.  Oh well.  Well, did you get what happened with Vernon?  Basically, he was sent to a hell dimension by the mirror where he pretty much got turned into liquid fire.  Yeah, I noticed that little slip up myself, but I didn't want to go back and change it.  I had been writing forever and it just seemed like too much.  I'm weird, I know.  Yes, I don't like the stupid Arthur approach really, myself. I mean, he is a very protective person in my stories.  I liked Vernon as well, it took me a moment to figure out exactly how I wanted to get it out.  Only some good stuff???  I hope this chapter was alright!

Englishgirl:  yes, I guess you could say.  He's a seer, as I said in the story.  It's just something I decided to do, because I was having a stupid moment!  Sorry.  Did you not like my stupid saying??

Arizosa:  It was a hell dimension.  And yes, he died, but I guess you would have figured that one out by now.  A seer.  I absolutely adore my mirror.  It was too cool to come up with.  I should try the warm bath thing with my hand, and hopefully it will feel better.  The wrist brace helps though.  Have a good one, later hun.

Demoun:  I thought his death was pretty gruesome actually.  But, I didn't want to make it too gross.  I'm assuming you said girl friends?  I don't know if they will be getting them in this story.  Sorry.  Maybe in the next one.  Glad you liked it!

Lanfear:  Yes, we can all sing and dance, because he's gone.  It was so nice to kill him off my story!  I shall try to get more angst in here, was this chapter alright, Adrianna?  I hope so.  You're weird and silly, just so you know.  Angst- aholics are good. 

Blackenedsoul: I do believe I am out of my writers block moment.  I'm glad you liked that chapter.  Jeni (your real name), I just felt like saying that, I won't make you wait any longer, since I've updated and all!

Sailor Sol:  It does suck, the wrist thing is a pain in my butt.  The headache is, luckily, gone.  Yea for advil.  I hope you didn't get a headache that day, and the people next door are starting to annoy me with their loudness.  (just had to add that)  How was your English paper???

Cerridwen:  It's better, and thank you for your concern!  Well, Ron is a seer, you know, so eventually he'll see other stuff, besides Harry.  It wasn't that gross, was it???  It's kind of good to know it was gross, though.  I'm weird.  Anyways, don't feel sorry for him, he deserved it. 

JaimeyKay:  That is a sad, sad thing.  You forgot how to log in?  Sad, Jaimey, Sad.  Anyways, where the heck have you been?  I was beginning to think you died or something.  That would have annoyed the crap out of me, saving it and then losing it.  I thought I would never get my last chapter updated; it wouldn't let me, the stupid thing.  How did you like the Ron thing in this chapter?  Good, yes???  Hopefully!  Love ya too!

Dream:  Yea.  I'm saying that since you think my writing is great!  Anyways, thanks for not complaining.  Did I update fast enough, or should I be quicker?  Thanks on the wrist as well.  It feels a little better.

Sherman:  was this chapter okay, since I had to think of something good to write!  I'm trying to get some originality into this story.  I shall.

MixedUpAgain:  Yes, I didn't have one, but at least I'm already updating again, huh???  Hey, I thought it was pretty darn torturous.  He died burning to death, how much worse could you get???  Really.  That's my worst fear, actually.  Dud was a mixture of good and evil.  He just didn't give a darn.  I don't think people like my stupid saying of the day, but oh well.  I'm gonna write it anyways.  They can just deal with it.  It's hurting again right now, since I've been typing so darn much.  Stupid wrist.  It's from typing actually.  Carpal Tunnel sucks.  You're so sweet, trying to help me and everything!  Oh, I think Andrew likes you!  He's just being flirty.  Hope you had fun at your sister's birthday thing.  Later!

Lin-z:  Okay, you just totally made my day.  You don't even realize how much I appreciate hearing that.  I write this way because my English teacher at college wouldn't shut up until I did.  I hope this chapter was just as well written. 

Celebony:  well, I hope to not disappoint you anytime in the future.  My fics are alright, I guess.  I'm glad you like them.  Write mean things???  You're funny.  You're like…er…all the time.  I'm threatened and therefore I shall update, which I did.

Granutec12:  It might take a while to finish, so bare with me.  And keep reading it!

Amy Potter13:  Well, he's a seer and kind of tapped into Harry's dream on accident.  I'm glad you love it, hope this chapter was alright.

RedHeadBlake:  Glad to hear you like my story!  Was this chapter okay?

Lucy-liza:  So, I can assume you're glad he died???  *Smiles*  I'm not sure about the whole diviner thing, but he's a  seer.  You know, he sees stuff.  The future, the past, whatever.  He's going to be able to see it.  But he can't pass up Harry on his visions, so he'll just have to get over that little tid bit.  Really, everyone thinks I should have made his death more painful and more horrible.  I thought it was damn good!  It was gory and all that jazz.  Wasn't it??  Murder is their plan, oh yes, it was.  No medication, it just hurts and just have to deal with it.  I've got the wrist brace now, but if I twist it weirdly, it hurts like hades.  One handed typing might be difficult Lucy!  You say that to everyone?  Have they sent you to a mental hospital yet?  EW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, what's with the Victor Krum thing?  Do you not like him.  I don't either, actually, so oh well.  I'm laughing again.  *stares at Lucy-Liza* Just thought I'd do it back to you.  Later.

Inigma:  Did you do your homework, or work on your website?  Glad you liked it. 

Weird:  Was this chapter long enough?  Should I start making them longer?  I guess I could, even though my wrist is killing me.  *feel sorry for me!*  I never forget, I only get sick of writing every now and again.