Disclaimer- I wish these beautiful characters were mine, but I'm not that smart or rich! :D

Chapter Five

Harry stared at Ron with a look of confusion, surprise, and a hint of anger.

"Vision?" he said. "What kind of vision?"

Ron rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He hadn't a clue. All he knew was that something was wrong and it wasn't anything good.

"I don't know, mate," Ron said, shaking his head. "At the minute, my head isn't all that clear."

Harry nodded and slowly pulled Ron off the ground. Ron stumbled slightly, but Harry held him steady.

"Maybe you should head up to Madam Pomfrey," he suggested. "You don't want to leave something like this unsorted! I should know!"

Ron stood there for a moment, hesitation making him nervous.

Surely a small vision wasn't anything serious?

Yes, but you never had visions before you got the scars, did you?

No, but I don't want Harry to feel guilty again! We've only just got him to smile again!

So? Harry will understand and besides, what would Hermione tell you to do?

Send me to Pomfrey...fine!

"Fine," Ron sighed aloud. "I'll go, but don't tell Hermione about this OR Ginny because I know she'll tell Hermione!"

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the look of plead Ron wore stopped him from saying what he was about to say.

He nodded.

Slowly, Harry guided Ron towards the castle and up to the Hospital Wing, hopefully not gathering attention as they went. Neither boys spoke for a time, but as they grew closer to the wing, Ron felt something needed to be said.

"So...you really think I had some kind of...well...vision?" Ron asked in a hushed tone as they headed up the corridor to the wing.

Harry thought for a second and then nodded.

"It would make sense," he replied. "The only thing that gets me is why did it happen now and not later?"

Ron sighed.

Yet again, he didn't know, but what he did know was that it had started when he had been thinking about Hermione. Maybe the two things were linked somehow, but how?

"Hey Harry, what's up with Ron?" came a voice from above.

Standing on the balcony with his brother was Colin Creevy, camera hanging around his neck.

"Nothing, Colin," Harry replied quickly. "Ron isn't feeling too good, that's all."

Colin gazed at Ron, who kept his eyes down, and nodded.

"Okay! Well...we'll see you later then! Get well soon, Ron!"

"Thanks," Ron muttered.

With that, Colin walked away with brother in tow.

Harry gave a low whistle of relief and grinned. That had been a close one.

Finally, they reached the wing where Madam Pomfrey was just letting someone out. She glanced at Harry and Ron and gave a sigh.

"If isn't one, it's the other," they heard her mutter.

She swooped over towards them.

"What's happened this time, Mr Weasley? Quidditch? I tell you...that sport isn't SAFE for children!"

Ron left Harry to answer, for as she spoke, a dull ache throbbed through his chest scars and his head, causing him to wince.

"It's his brain scars, Madam," Harry explained. "They were hurting while we were practising."

Madam Pomfrey gasped as she took a closer look at Ron.

Ron wondered what he looked at, but that thought disappeared as his vision went blurry and he collapsed once more.

((I know this is a REALLY short chapter! Sorry!))