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CHAPTER 2: DISCOVERIES

"Ronald, Fred, George, time for lunch!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

Ron soared to the ground leaning his Cleensweep seven on the garden shed. He had been practicing his keeping skills. After his embarrassing display last year, Ron was determined to become the best Hogwarts keeper ever. Fred and George had been helping him improve by either staring at him or singing Weasley is our King to see if he could manage keeping under pressure. But nothing really seemed to be helping. It looked as if Malfoy would be singing Weasley is our King for a long time to come.

Sighing, Ron entered the kitchen and grabbed a turkey sandwich.

"Don't worry Ronald", said Fred slapping him on the shoulder,

"At least everyone at school will know your name."

Ron just scowled and continued piling sandwiches in his mouth.

"Ginny!" called Mrs. Weasley, "Lunch!"

Ginny came bounding down the stairs.

"What are we having?" asked Ginny noticing the scowl on Ron's face

"Oh Ron, it can't be that bad."

Ron didn't even look up from his plate.

"I'm a lousy keeper. Harry could do a better job than me without even trying."

"Oh stop mopping", said Ginny through a mouthful of sandwich.

All of a sudden there was a burst of green light and Mr. Weasley came out of the fire looking haggard and serious.

"Hey dad."

Mr. Weasley didn't even respond. He just plopped himself in a chair, dropped his briefcase and put his head in his hands.

"Arthur....." Mrs. Weasley stopped in mid sentence. Something was wrong.

The rest of the Weasleys stopped eating their sandwiches and waited in silence for their father to speak.

"I was just called to Privet Drive."

"Privet Drive?" said Ron, standing up "What's happened to Harry?"

"Harry! The poor dear what's happened to him?" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"Did he blow up another aunt?" asked George.

"Or get attacked by dementors?" inquired Fred.

Ron was hoping it was nothing serious, but his father's expression was telling him otherwise.

"No." said Mr. Weasley lifted his head away from his hands. He looked at his families concerned and fearful expressions, but he knew he'd have to tell the truth.

He took a deep breath.

"Harry was in an accident."

"An Accident!" cried Ginny. "What kind of accident? Is Harry ok?"

"Now you have to understand, there are no magic potions or healing draughts in the muggle world."

"What happened!" yelled Ron desperately hoping for his friend's safety.

"Harry was in a car accident. The doctors did all they could."

Ron couldn't believe it. A car accident. What did his father mean by 'the doctors did all they could?'

"What are you saying?" asked Ron, his voice shaking in fear.

Mrs. Weasley was sobbing hysterically, and Ginny ran to her mothers embrace her body shaking.

"He's not....He can't be..."

"No, but he's dieing Ron. The doctors say he's not going to make it through the night."

Ron took a step back from his father. No no no no no! He couldn't be dieing! They were supposed to grow old together. Harry would have been the best man at his wedding. He was the Boy-Who-lived! He couldn't die! Harry faced Voldemort five times and a mere car crash does him in? It isn't fair! Harry is not supposed to die!!!!

"How?" whispered Fred.

"We don't know. Somehow the car swerved into oncoming traffic, right into a truck."

"I want to be with him." Said Ron, determination in his eyes.

Mr. Weasley walked towards Ron. He knew that they were best friends, and that Ron would take this the hardest out of anyone.

"Ron...he's gone."

"Not yet!" yelled Ron anger radiating through his body. Why were they all acting as if he were already dead?

"I want to be there for him because he was always there for me!"

At this point, Ginny broke down sobbing into her mothers arms.

"Ron..." "No!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Ron. He was going to see Harry no matter what.

A tear fell down his face, and it broke Mr. Weasley's heart to see his son in such pain.

"He's at St. Peters hospital. Dumbledore and McGonagall are there now. We can travel by floo powder."

Without a moments hesitation Ron stepped into the fireplace.

"St.Peters!"

(At St. Peters)

Beep. Beeeep. Beep. Beeeep. Pain. Pain was all Harry could think and feel. Pain and an annoying beeping sound somewhere in the distance. 'Where was he?' 'What happened?' Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeeeep. Pain. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee................

Sorry, another cliffy...but I promise you'll find out about Harry next chapter.

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