Ron ran up the stairs to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He mumbled the password and stepped through in a hurry. He was absolutely expressionless as he pushed past a few students who got in his way and marched into the dormitory. He saw no one was there and he sat on his bed. "What have I done?" he said aloud. So many thoughts were rushing through his head.... Voldemort hadn't left. He had betrayed his friends. Was he evil? How will it feel to be famous? Would he even become famous? What would Voldemort teach him? What would he tell his friends? Should he tell his friends? Ron shook his head and lay on his bed, almost in tears. He eventually fell asleep and had a very unusual dream...

*****Ron found himself sitting on the grass outside on the Hogwarts grounds. As he looked around, he noticed that there was no one else around. "That's strange," he mumbled, "Where is everyone?" He got up and began walking toward the Quidditch field. When he got there, he froze in shock. All of his friends, all of the Hogwarts faculty, everyone he knew, were lying on the ground, motionless. Only one figure was standing. He wore long black robes and a hood that covered his face. "Voldemort..." Ron whispered. Slowly, he walked toward the figure. "What have you done, Voldemort!" Ron yelled at him. "You killed my friends, you monster!" The figure began moving towards him. It began whispering in a strangely familiar voice. "Why yes...I did kill your friends, and I enjoyed it. But you have one thing wrong. I'm not Voldemort..." The figure pulled back the hood. Ron let out a scream. It wasn't Voldemort--It was HIM!*****

Ron awoke covered in sweat and panting. "It was just a dream," He assured himself. "What was a dream?" Harry asked. He looked up to see that Harry was standing next to his bed. Ron stared at him, wide eyed. "Uh.... Oh I just had a bad dream that's all. Nothing to worry about." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, "You've been acting quite strange lately." Ron gulped. He didn't know what to say. "Then again," Harry added, not noticing how pale Ron had become, "I can't blame you. We've all been a little skittish since Voldemort showed up last week. But he's gone now, so we have nothing to worry about." Ron just stared at him. "Uh...." Ron tried to come up with a way to change the subject. "I have to get ready for breakfast." Harry began walking toward the door. "Alright. I'll meet you in the Great Hall." Harry closed the door. Suddenly Ron remembered--"I promised I'd meet him tonight." Ron thought "And who knows what Voldemort will do if I don't!" Ron got up and sighed. For some reason, although he was horrified at what he had done a small part of Ron was excited--as if he WANTED to join Voldemort. "That's crazy!" He kept telling himself. "I'm not evil ... am I?"



~~~Hope you liked chapter three! Chapter four will be up soon. :)~~~