"DUCK!" Kelly shouted.

Harry and Ron complied immediately. A spell zoomed over their heads, blasting the wall behind them. The wall was destroyed.

They stood back up, only to duck again as a fiery red spell came zooming past. Rolling around, they stood up on opposite sides of the wall. Harry and Ron looked at each other, one thought through their minds: Who did it?

That question was answered immediately. Several people holding wands, wearing black cloak's came into view, ready to fire.

"MOVE!" Kelly said unnecessarily as the Death Eaters started firing. Harry and Ron ran, this time Harry not going as fast as he could so that Ron would keep up. Kelly was behind them somewhere, though they didn't worry. She could take care of herself.

A spell zoomed over Kelly's shoulder and landed in the middle of Ron's back.

Ron stopped, and an unwelcome expression came on his face. It was dazed, but not like the one Kelly had when she was switching bodies. Ron suddenly looked at Harry, smiled maniacally, and then looked around carelessly.

"RON, MOVE!" Harry yelled, running back to his friend.

Ron didn't move.

Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder and started forcing him to move forward, Ron's feet dragging.

"Harry, look at that picture! Ha! She's got a slug up her nose! Slug up her nose… like nasal spray goes up your nose…. SHOVE THE NASAL SPRAY UP YOUR NOSE, HARRY!"

Harry kept pulling, thinking this was not the best time for Ron to go into the weird giggle-fit he'd been in before, at the Department of Mysteries. Harry tugged him around a corner, and leaned against it, listening to the sound of spells flying just beyond the corner. He dared to peek around just a little bit, but quickly stepped back; a spell that missed its target had been coming his way.

Ron was still having his little giggle-fit. "Na… nasual porafora!" Ron said, giggling uncontrollably. A bottle of nasal spray appeared in his hand. As he looked at Harry, his eyes lit like a child's. He looked back at the nasal spray, took a firm hold, then attempted to shove it up Harry's nose.

"Uh, no, Ron, no! Ron, sto--give me that! Ron, NOW! Ron, you idiot, give me the spray!" Harry fought with him.

Kelly screamed and flew past them, then hit the wall and fell down. She slowly stood, looked at them unbelievingly, and said, "Guys, a little help? This is no time to see who can spray it up the other's nose!"

She left before Harry could correct her impression. Harry turned back to Ron, who was now having a blast. "Ron, give that to me," Harry ordered, snatching the nasal spray from Ron.

"Aww… you're no fun, Harry…" Ron pouted.

"Good," Harry said. He took out his wand and pointed it at Ron. "Incarcerus!"

Ropes erupted from his wand, tying themselves upon Ron. "H… Harry! Get me out! I don't like it!" Ron moaned.

Harry didn't answer, but jumped around the corner, wand raised, ready to start firing away… except that there wasn't much to fire on. Kelly was fighting the last of the half dozen or so Death Eaters, and was just finishing him off. She fired one last spell, and he collapsed.

Kelly sighed, flipped her hair, and looked at Harry, who was in bewilderment. "I wouldn't have minded some help."

"Ron's in quite a state," Harry objected.

"Yes, I know," she said. "But you're not with him now."

"That's because he's bound down," Harry said.

"You could've done that earlier," Kelly pointed out.

"I didn't think of it earlier."

Kelly sighed. "Oh, well. Let me see him. I know a spell that will bring him back to normal, if it's what I think has happened to him."

Together they walked around the corner. Harry looked around, and was so horrified at what he saw, that he actually let out a scream.