ABBIE: Ok, this chapter totally sucks, it's more of a filler but it does get out Ron's feelings, I promise that later chapters will be longer but Ive got so many fics going on at once that I'm losing track!
EEVEE: Yeah, it's getting a bit much for her, she thinks that she might need some help.
MEG: And we're just the ones to help out, oh by the way me and katie have settled our differences but she won't be speaking in this for a while: school work!
ABBIE: I do not own Harry Potter, cause if I did Harry would lose his virginity to moi!
Ron sat between his sister's and his brother's beds. This was seriously not the Gryffindor quidditch team's day; their chaser was in the hospital wing after being attacked, their seeker was also in the hospital wing after fainting in said wing and refusing to wake and their keeper was in the hospital wing keeping watch on both of them.
But the only conscious Weasley wasn't exactly bothered about the game against Slytherin.
His best friend and his sister were both lying in the hospital wing, and there was nothing he could do about it. Harry had been unconscious since he fainted, madam Pomfrey said that he had a mild concussion from hitting his head on the floor. Ginny had moaned once or twice, but otherwise nothing to say she was improving.
God, he was supposed to be her big brother; he was supposed to save her. But he couldn't he had failed. Ron made a promise to himself, he couldn't help his little sister now, she could only be helped by healers now, but Harry could still be saved.
Even if he didn't want to be.
The red head moved his chair closer to Harry's bed. He had sent Pig to tell Hermione what had happened and that she should come up after classes. It was an hour after their last class and she still hadn't shown up, he guessed she was crying somewhere.
"Harry you idiot. What are you hiding?" He asked, gazing at the boy in front of him, not really expecting an answer. He wanted to check his room; he wanted to make sure that the Dursley's never infected him again. Harry thought Ron didn't know what the Dursley's did to him, and he was half right, Ron knew that he didn't know the full story, but he knew enough to wish that Voldemort would kill them slowly and painfully.
This wasn't Harry anymore, it was a shell addicted to finding Voldemort and living only to fulfil everyone else's expectations. Ron missed him, and he knew that Hermione did too. They seemed to be the only people who saw through the mask, saw past the boy-who-lived. Ginny might have, he wasn't sure, but what he did know was that if someone didn't pull him back, they would lose him forever.
Ron had a theory, he had been awake last night when Harry got up and went to the bathroom, he was sure he had heard him yelping. His theory was that the Dursley's had driven him to do the unthinkable.
Reaching out Ron took hold of Harry's upper arm. Gently he pulled his robe sleeve up. Inch by inch. Ron gasped but kept going, every inch revealing at least another five scars. Once Ron reached the elbow he couldn't carry on. Every piece of skin on his arm was marred with thin red scars, some faded and light, some obviously very new and that seemed to run very deep. The other arm shared the same treatment.
"Jesus Christ Harry, why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" Ron cried into his arms, that was the second time today, a new record for Ronald Weasley.
"Because I didn't know hoe you'd react."
Hermione sat on the floor of moaning myrtle's bathroom sobbing loudly. No one would come in to check on her because they thought it was Myrtle.
The ghost in question was sitting on a sink offering a few comforting words to Hermione, usually she would've shouted insults and snide comments, but seeing as this was Harry she could allow herself a little upset time as well, she didn't really care about the Weasley, but it was best to sound sympathetic none the less.
"They'll be fine, at least they're not…..they're not dead!"
Both girls burst into more hysterical sobs as Myrtle dived into a toilet to clear her head.
"Harry……Ginny, please….please be ok. God please be ok." She whispered, hot tears dripping from her face and onto the floor.
She slowly picked herself up and wiped her face. Thank god they had mirrors in the middle aged bathrooms.
"I'd better get to the hospital wing, Ron will be waiting for me." She said as she stalked out of the bathroom.
ABBIE: You guys know the deal R and R!
EEVEE: We want to take this fic off unless people start reveiwing, and we are deadly serious.