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Chapter Eight
Telling Others
Harry sat in the Hospital Wing waiting for Arthur and Molly Weasley to arrive. Dumbledore had gone to fetch Hermione and Ron, and Madam Pomfrey was silently crying while tending to a student who had more pine needles than a fifty year old pine tree. Ron and Hermione burst into the room. "Where's my sister!" Ron yelled.
Hermione rushed over to embrace Harry in a sisterly hug while Ron ran to Ginny's bedside, and collapsed to his knees in hysterical crying. The Weasley parents arrived shortly later, and demanded that Harry tell the story. After an half hour later of stop-and-go storytelling from Harry, Mrs. Weasley was completely caught up in tears in Mr. Weasley's arms. Dumbledore had to go tell the Ministry of Magic what had happened, and Madam Pomfrey had to administer to Ron's fist as he had punched the wall when he heard that it was Voldemort that had killed his baby sister. Hermione was the only one who was not fully succumbing to her emotions, though she was still crying. She put her arm Harry, and let him cry on her shoulder.
Soon, Madam Pomfrey bustled them all out of the Hospital Wing so her other charges could get some rest. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went home to break the news to the rest of the family, while Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked slowly back to the Gryffindor Tower. Along the way, Hermione whispered to Harry, "Dreamcatcher." Harry looked at her and whispered back, "Good idea." Ron hurried forward, showing obvious jealousy.
When Harry and Hermione arrived to the common room, Ron was no where to be seen. "He must have gone up to bed," Hermione said, almost absentmindedly. "And it probably is best if we wait to tell him."
The noiselessness in the room was then shattered by feet running up the stairs at full speed. Harry ran over to barely see the edge of Ron's robes move out of the staircase into the dormitory. "What was that all about?" he asked, turning to Hermione. She shrugged, and suggested they went to bed. When Harry got to his bed, he found that his pillow was under his bed, and covered with mud, and that his sheets were on the floor. Ron was no where to be found. Harry laid down on the bed, in his clothes still, and fell into a silent and dreamless sleep, until the clock struck midnight.
A/N: We realize that this chapter is a little bit shorter, but it's a transitionary chapter and is critical for the next few chapters