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Chapter 11: Back to Hogwarts

Ron woke slowly, opening his eyes carefully; fraction by fraction, then not being able to take the suspense opened his eyes completely and abruptly. He blinked and looked around. He seemed to be in a stark white room, in bed that reminded him of the hospital wing back at Hogwarts. Suddenly it all came flooding back: the match, Harry yelling at him, then blackness.

A snore startled him and he jumped slightly causing the mattress to creak faintly. He paused making sure that the peace had been kept before looking around. He smiled at the sight that meet his eyes. Snuggled together in the only chair in the room were Harry and Hermione. Hermione was curled up in the fetal position and Harry had his arms wrapped around her with his head resting gently on her shoulder. Another soft snore issued from Harry and Ron chuckled quietly.

But not quietly enough it seemed; Harry gave a start and sat up abruptly causing Hermione to squeal slightly in protest that her warmth was being taken away. Harry looked around confused then his eyes rested on the bed, to see Ron sitting up and staring at them. He gave a soft whoop and scrambled out of the chair. Hermione shifted again, before feeling around and not feeling Harry next to her sat up alarmed, then Harry's quiet chuckle reassured her.

"I am right here Moine. Look and see who has decided to rejoin us in the world of the conscious."

Hermione looked around and spotted Ron, with a small squeal she threw herself from the chair and raced over to him and hugged him so hard that he fell over. Ron laughed as Hermione pulled herself off him and blushed slightly for her actions. Harry grinned at Ron as he picked himself off the bed and tried to straiten his pajamas.

"Hey Ron, good to see you mate."

"You too Harry and of course Hermione." He said making room on the bed for both of them to sit down.

"So what happened at that match? All I remember is you yelling at me, then blackness."

"The blackness Ron," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "were the two bludgers colliding with you thick skull."

"Oh. So have I been here all along? Did I get any really serious injuries? Have you two been here all along?"

Harry laughed at Ron's many questions. "Easy Ron, one question at a time. First question, yes you have been here for two days. Second question, yes again, you got a horrible concussion from it. Third question, no we have not been here with you for all of it and if you will please listen carefully to Moine she will tell you all about it." Harry stared pointedly at her. He wanted her to get used to telling it so that way maybe she can come to terms with what happened herself.

Ron turned his attention to Hermione, as she nodded slightly, but gripped Harry's hand for comfort. She nodded again, as if she were trying to convince herself to retell the story. Ron and Harry didn't rush her but waited for her to start when she was ready. She looked quickly at Harry before turning her eyes back to Ron and starting her story.

Ron listened quietly, but the flashes of anger that crossed his face, or the way he would clench and unclench his hands betrayed his emotions. When Hermione got to the part of where the Death Eater was going to rape her, Ron could not stay quiet any longer.

"He didn't do anything did he Moine? Please tell me he didn't!" he asked desperately, looking from Harry to Hermione. Surely, he thought, Harry wouldn't be this calm if she had gotten raped; I mean this was his girl friend we were talking about!

Both Harry and Hermione shook their heads. Harry spoke softly, "I arrived in time to prevent that, thankfully but it was close, if I had arrived even five minutes later it might be a different story that we would be telling you right now."

Ron nodded and Hermione continued on with her story. Harry had to help after that because she seemed to think back to the near possible rape again and again. When she had finished Harry told his side of the story.

When they were finished Ron breathed out heavily before speaking, "I am just glad that you two are ok. I wish I had realized what you were saying Harry. That way this might not have happened."

Harry just shook his head and sighed too, "Didn't you pay attention Ron? Those bludgers were rouge. The next goal that Ravenclaw would have tried to score the same thing would have happened. They were bound to hit you sometime." Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Well I am glad to see that you are finally awake Mr. Weasley." They all jumped and turned toward the sound. Standing in the doorway was Henry Lupin.

"Oh Ron, this is Henry Lupin, Remus's father and head doctor for spell damage ward." Said Harry as he stood up to make room for Henry.

Henry grinned and extended his hand; Ron smiled back and shook his hand. "I am pleased to meet you Ron. Remus has sent many letters about 'the Trio'. So how are you feeling Ron? Any headaches? Seeing spots before your eyes that kind of thing?"

Ron shook his head. "Good, then we can take the bandage off. You got a few nasty cuts from those bludgers." Henry waved his wand and the bandage unraveled, with another wave it raveled it self-back up into a tight roll. "You three can go home this afternoon. I believe Remus will be by at three to pick you all up to go back to Hogwarts."

"What time is it now?" Harry asked, "My watch seems to have stopped."

"Uh, one o'clock the last time that I checked," he glanced down at his watch, "yes one o'clock. I will come back to check on you one last time when he arrives Ron, so expect to see me around three."

"Ok, thanks, see you then!" they called out to him as he went out the door.