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Chapter 4

Pain hurts, regardless of what type of pain it is or what caused it. Some pain feels terrible, but only lasts for a short amount of time, leaving you barely enough time to acknowledge it, whilst other types of pain last for much longer, but start of so small you can't feel it, then increase gradually, so you do not notice when it began, but regardless of this it is still pain usually physical. Some pain feels as if you are being stabbed, whilst others feel as if you have been hit, punched or something else. Another sort of pain does not hurt exactly, but then it doesn't not hurt either. It just feels genuinely uncomfortable. This is physical pain again.

There are other sorts of pain as well. There is the pain that you feel when you are picked on, or you have just broken up from a possibly serious relationship. There is guilt that many people feel when they blame themselves for something that they either had no control over or they caused whether directly or indirectly. It still hurts.

And finally there is the pain of loss. When someone losses someone they care about it seems to hurt beyond belief, as if they can't truly believe that they're gone. What makes it worse is if the person is not dead or lives at the opposite ends of the world or something along those lines, but had betrayed you and everything that you believe in.

That was how Ron Weasley felt.

Harry was gone, he had betrayed them all. But he still didn't believe it. To Ron it felt as if it couldn't be true, as if it were some elaborate lie concocted to fool everyone in an attempt to bring Voldemort, as if he would wake up suddenly and find it was all a dream. But he knew he wouldn't wake it. It's not possible to wake up when you are not asleep. He knew that. But it didn't stop him from hoping it none the less.

It was true that he told Hermione that Harry was a Death Eater now, that all of the evidence pointed to it, but he didn't believe it himself. He couldn't. As much as he wished he could, willed himself that he could, he couldn't. Harry was his friend, and he knew Harry wouldn't do such a thing. He knew that Harry wouldn't betray them. He knew Harry. Harry would never join Voldemort. Harry would never learn the Dark Arts. Harry wouldn't.

"Release the spell now," Harry heard the Dark Lord hissed at him, and he quickly obeyed the order. He was in a training session with the Dark Lord and he had managed to master the cruciatus after what seemed like months to him, and the victims that he used it on (a muggle prisoner that bore a very slight resemblance to Uncle Vernon's sister Marge) now sat huddled in a corner of the small cell she had been given.

"That is enough for today."

Harry nodded and bowed, taking his dismissal quickly, leaving the dungeon as soon as he could, a small smirk of satisfaction forming on his mouth. Every time he used the Dark Arts it felt better, more right to be using them, as though they were meant to be used, rather than shunned by the wizarding world. Truth be told, he couldn't actually remember the reason he had been so set against them previously.

He gasped slightly in shock as someone grabbed him from behind and shoved him against a wall, pressing their lips against his. He stiffened for a moment, before relaxing into the kiss and enjoying after realising who it was.

"Good to see you too," Harry said once they broke apart. Then he noticed something different about that person's appearance. "Bella, what happened to your hair?"

Bella scowled at the mention of her hair, which was now blond rather than black.

"My lovely sister and that dratted husband of hers were on a 'pro-blond' escapade. Wanna give them pink and scarlet hair as revenge"

"Why pink and scarlet?"

Bella looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Good point. That would just be stupid. Gold with yellow stripes and tartan pokadots better?"

Harry laughed slightly, shaking his head in disbelief. Some people were totally insane.

"Oh!" Bella said, her face suddenly lighting up with glee. "I've got some good news! Rodulphus is dead!"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"And how is that good news?"

"Cause we can go public with our relationship! So will you help me with my revenge?"

"Fine," Harry said, sighing. "Just as long I don't end up with funny coloured hair or anything."

Bella smiled broadly and laughed as she proceeded to drag him along to their room.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but I had some trouble with it. It was kinda hard for me to write. But on the brighter side, I'm getting my own computer something this week.

Kage Mirai: ::smiles:: Thanks!

The Vampire Story Hunter: Good point, but so far Harry's loyalty to Voldemort isn't strong enough for him to betray Dumbledore about Snape.

mellowyellow36: Okay.

Ranchan17: Lol, good to know you like this.

Launigsiae: You mean 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'? If it is there's a copy of it at the Harry Potter Lexicon.

Ryua Malfoy: Okay on occasions!

jeangab057: Yep! But she is a girl, so what do you expect?

Krissy Riddle: The kid in Italy? Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

Amscray: Nah, I didn't take it as an insult. In fact, you helped inspire the whole start of this chapter with Ron.

Topsta: Lol, to tell the truth, I like it more at this moment too.

SerpentClara: The reason he didn't tell Voldemort about Snape was because he isn't quite fully loyal to the Dark side yet. In a couple of chapters maybe he will tell Voldemort though.