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Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued
with nightmares. The odd thing is that Harry doesn't remember or
didn't experience the memories. What's going on?

A/N: This chapter is pretty in depth too but with a little bit of humor to keep you, the reader, from dying from suspense or something. LOL. Hope you like this. I am here to please. Sorry it takes me so long to post but this story is taking off so I am trying to figure out exactly what is gonna happen. Thanx for being patient.

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Fall From Grace (Ch.10)

Harry woke up to find no one by his side...... He couldn't remember much but what he could remember brought a smile to his face. I decked Malfoy he thought. Why did I do that though? He questioned silently but it didn't matter much to him. There were enough reasons even if he didn't know which one it was that caused him to do it.

He figured he better get up but he couldn't. His whole body ached like he had been trampled by a thousand Hippogriffs. Harry decided it was probably better to just stay there until he found someone to tell him what was going on.

Next thing Harry knew he got a surprise guest. Dobby appeared out of nowhere. Harry figured he'd pretend to sleep and hope Dobby would go away. True, he wanted someone to tell him what was going on but he wasn't in the mood to deal with Dobby and his self discipline.

Dobby stepped up to replace the flowers on Harry's bed-side table. He looked down and replaced the flowers. "Dobby happy Harry Potter better, sir." Dobby smiled "Can me get you anything?"

"No Dobby that ok. But could you please go get Ron. If he's with Hermione tell her not to come. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir. I will do that. Me hurry now." Dobby said as he stepped off the table and darted out of the room.

Good, he's gone Harry thought but I am glad he went to get Ron Harry sighed and focused his mind on his book. The one back in Gryffindor tower. "I want Quidditch through the Ages." He answered himself and the book appeared in his hand. He opened the book and began flipping to the pages until he found something interesting. He tried to read but his mind just wandered in and out of reality. He had a vague sense that something was different but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

Ron came into the infirmary later that day, after classes. He walked in and seemed shock to see Harry awake. Why Harry thought I just got in here last night. "Hey Ron, What's going on? You can close your jaw now. You don't want any bugs to get in." Harry laughed but Ron just closed his jaw and came up to Harry. He pulled up a chair next to the bed.

"Do you really not know why I walked in here shocked?" Ron asked anxiously waiting an answer.

"No, why?"

"Harry, we've been really worried about you." Ron stared into Harry's eyes but couldn't help breaking the line of vision. Those eyes scared him out of his wits and reminded him of a terror he wished never to relive.

Flashback...........

It was during the summer after their 4th year. Harry had been sent back to the Dursley's house and he loathed them. Then again who wouldn't? Harry would send Ron secret letters every couple days, without the Dursley's permission, to complain and talk about how he was gonna leave them forever when he could live safely with Snuffles. Ron would tell of Fred and George's latest creations and how much havoc they had been causing.

Ron looked forward to these letters because he figured it was the only way he could help Harry and keep him from doing something drastic. Cedric's death had brought Harry to the edge and Ron tried desperately to keep him sane. Hermione tried too but Ron knew him better and just told her to give him space.

No one knew about the letters for two reasons. One was for safety and the second was because it was a secret between best mates and that was something they both agreed was important to them but nothing that the others needed to know about. I mean, the infamous Harry Potter had to have some privacy.

Ron received a letter in the mail. Errol had once again flown into the window but Ron didn't really care. He just wanted that letter. Harry hadn't written in a couple weeks. He wasn't exactly worried that something bad had happened but more that the Dursely's found out what was happening.

Ron grabbed the letter and opened it like it was of official importance, which to him it was, and made his way to his bed as he unrolled the parchment and began to read.

Ron,

I'm sorry I haven't written. The Dursley's were beginning to notice Hedwig going out every night so I couldn't take a chance with a letter. I made up an excuse about her needing fresh air, which isn't a total lie, and just waited for them to forget about it. I hate it here. I want to leave and that is what I am doing. I figured I better write you before you got worried; then again it might be too late for that. I do need to give you something so I want you to do me a favor. Meet me in Hogsmeade in three hours. Please come alone and don't tell where you are going. If you have to lie then do. I know I'm asking a lot but just remember what you promised to me. 'Anything said between us is a secret, stays a secret and we take it to our grave.' I hope you come.

Your friend,

Harry Potter

Ron thought nothing of it at the time but when he looks back on it, which is rare to never if possible, the letter was not like Harry's prior letters. For one thing, Ron had made a promise but those were not the exact words and Harry knew it by heart. Another thing was the fact that Harry signed it as 'Your Friend, Harry Potter'. Harry never used his full name in letters signatures and both of them referred to each other as their 'Best Mates.' At the time, Ron figured Harry had been in a Hurry and he had to get out of the house fast if he was gonna make it to Hogsmeade on time.

Ron left a note for his parents so they wouldn't worry. All it said was not to worry and that he had gone for a walk. He didn't like lying to his parent but he had to. He knew he would be in deep trouble when he got back but he was willing to take that for his Best Friend.

Ron knew he would never make it on time if he didn't do the one thing that could get him grounded indefinitely. He took the electric scooter. The one Mr. Weasley bought to replace the car he had destroyed. Ron wasn't a big fan of this scooter because it was bright pink. He still couldn't figure out why his dad had chosen it. But this was super important. He didn't know what excuse he would use but that didn't matter. He didn't want Harry to run off and disappear. It was too dangerous and, in his opinion, incredibly stupid.

He left in a hurry but he didn't realize Fred and George woke up and watched him leave in haste. Ron flew faster than Harry in a Quidditch match. He was scared. He had no idea what he would do or any way to talk Harry out of leaving. What was he going to do? He would do what ever was possible but what that was was still unclear.

He made it to Hogsmeade with time to spare. It was pitch dark and Harry was no where to be seen. He walked off the road and sat down in a patch of grass to wait. It wasn't long before he heard someone lurking around but it was so dark it was impossible to tell who it was.

"Harry? Why are you back there?" Ron stood as he spoke and chills went down his back when he heard the reply.

"So nice of you to come." The voice of Wormtail haunted around him. It kept moving and kept talking. "Ronald Weasley," He taunted "Rushing to the aid of his friends and making a big mistake."

"Where's Harry? What did you do to him you bastard?" Ron screamed though his throat was getting tighter with each word.

"Harry was never here. He never responded to that nice letter you wrote him. By now he probably thinks you hate him. Some nice touches and hitting a few nerves can do that. Loyal until the end. Yours shall be tonight. Without friends, the great Harry Potter," he spat Harry's name with pure disgust. "will be no more and the Dark Lord will be free to reign again."

"You wish." Ron pulled his wand out and pointed toward the darkness. He was scared out of his wits and no one knew where he was. He would fight this coward to the end. Whether it was his or not.

"Avada Kadarva." Ron heard from behind him. A green light shot out of the darkness and he hit the ground just in time for it to miss. "You know," the voice was moving and Ron let his eyes try to find it; "that almost seems too easy to kill you like that. Torcher seems a lot better." Before Ron could move the Crucio spell hit him full force. You could hear each agonizing scream but he held himself up. He would not lose. "Now that's more like it."

"Come out you bloody coward." He really didn't want him to come out or even be there but it was better than being blind.

"Leave him alone." The voice of the twins came out of the darkness, joined by one Remus Lupin. "Leave before we kill you ourselves." Ron had collapsed from pain by now and he was hit with one more Crucio before all was quiet and the three hovered around him.

"How...you...I...didn't..." Ron spoke quietly, questioning there presence but thanking them all at once.

"The clock said danger." Fred said as George picked him up. "You know, mom's gonna kill ya."

"Ya,"

"I could hear you and smell the fear. It's a gift."

"Thanks."

After that, Ron was taken home and he explained everything. No one ever really talked about it and his mom kept a close eye on him. Hermione, Ginny, and even Harry had no idea about it. It took some talking and stretching of the truth, to explain the hatred in the letters but he managed it and tried everyday to forget it. He had nightmares the first few weeks after it but they had calmed down. Until he had seen Harry lately. Everything was bringing back unwanted memories and there was nothing he could do.

Flashback Ends.....

"Why?" Harry spoke curiously "I just came in here last night but I don't remember why."

Ron shook off the shudder crawling down his back and began talking. "Harry, answer this, can you stand? Can you move your legs?" Ron asked concerned about the reason Harry thought it had only been a day.

"No and yes. I woke up sore but I couldn't figure out what possibly could have happened." Harry was surprised Ron knew he was hurt. He hadn't talked to Madam Pomfrey lately, or so he remembered, but maybe he knew what had happened.

"Ok, Harry...." Ron paused for a sec. "I better tell you this from the beginning."

Ron explained about the condition he was found, the words on the wall, and that Harry had been out all week.

Harry just sat there in shock about what he was hearing. There was no way he couldn't remember this. At least Ron was here.

"Harry, can I ask you one more thing?"

"Sure."

"When Dobby found me, he told me that you wanted me and refused to see Hermione. Why is that?" Ron asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I don't want to see her. Its that simple." Harry shrugged and looked away from Ron. He felt bad but told the truth.

"She dug you out of that pile, she visited you with me every night, and she has been crying none stop hoping you get well, and you don't want to see her." Ron's voice wasn't screaming, like he wanted, but it got the point across.

"Look, I know she cares but I don't want to see her. So don't push it."

"You jerk. You have changed Harry James Potter. If you don't want to talk to her, I don't know if I want to talk to you." With that said, Ron had turned his back on Harry and walked out fuming.

Harry was left, sitting on the bed, with nothing to keep him company but and old book and the sunlight outside. He would have gone flying, to think it all through, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't walk.

Meanwhile,

Ron walked into the Gryffindor common room with tears forming in his eyes. 'I WILL NOT CRY...' he told himself. 'I am to mad...no' True, Ron was pissed but he was still hurt. What had happened to Harry? Better yet, Malfoy? Ron thought about it and it puzzled him even more. Draco hadn't said a word to them all week and Harry was being cruel. Something was messed up. But what?

Indeed, something was different. Harry, possessed by a witch's soul, had now forgotten where his loyalties lie. Draco, unsure why, was now so quiet and to himself. He was ruthless, to everyone but Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

A/N: Sorry, that's all I've got. I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter has a lot more comedy. Here's a preview. Hope you like. Review and tell me. Peace out.

"Come here, sexy" The last word full of want.

"What are you doing?" A Shaken up Draco stuttered out as the advances came closer.

"Getting what I want." Harry, over taken by Sonura, whispered into Draco's ear as the poor blonde was cornered.