Chapter Four
Ron sat down stoically in a chair facing Hermoine. "Look Hermoine, weird things are always happening. You saying that is probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me in my entire life, but I believe I can get on with my life despite this. Didn't you hear what Dumbledore said?" Harry saw Ron shudder slightly at the name. "Anyone that participated in the Goblet of Fire is probably way too good to get offed like that. It was probably just some idiot first years that bought it, not a pro like Krumm. That guy is one of the best broom riders in the world! If he could get his hands on one, even if he was in a hell mouth he'd make it out okay. You don't need to worry! Really!"
Hermoine nodded, seeing the sense in his words. Harry leaned on the armrest of Ron's chair. "Why don't you try writing to him again? Hedwig has been going nuts in her age all summer, so I'm sure she'd be more than pleased to get your message to him double quick."
Hermoine nodded again. "Thanks Harry. I'll write him tonight."
Ron nodded sagely. "Try to get it all out in the letter. Then have a good night rest and things will be okay."
Harry and Ron walked Hermoine to the girl's staircase. She looked Harry full in the face but could not keep eye contact with Ron. "Thanks for... being here for me," she sniffed and disappeared up the stairs.
Ron backed slowly away after he was sure she was gone. "How was I?" He asked, grinning impishly.
"How were you what?" Harry asked tonelessly.
"I was my mum. I didn't know what to say, but she usually does. I didn't come off too caring, did I?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that."
Ron stretched. "Well, good. I know we have a lot of catching up to do, but I got an earful from dad really early this morning, and I'm bushed. What do you say we continue this at breakfast?"
Harry agreed, remembering "Mrs. Weasley's" advice on a good night sleep. Things would look clearer in a rested head.