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A.N Thanks for you guys who reviewed. lol, you are all much to clever to believe anything I write, and I Love that! lol. Well I won't give anything away and just carry on with the story!

Shocks and Surprises

Harry stayed there, in shock, sweat covered and panting as if he had been running for a mile. The occassional piece of plaster broke away from the massive hole in the ceiling and landed with a flop below. Hermione and Ginny were shaking Ron, trying to wake him up. It's no use, thought Harry, he won't wake up. He's dead and Harry killed him. Well now nothing stood in the way between him and the thought of killing Voldemort, he had just killed his best friend. Voldemort would have done something like that, maybe Harry was just as bad as him. no your not said another voice in his head. You didn't mean to hurt Ron, you were forcing him away from the "danger". You were trying to save him. Hermione was right, thougth Harry, he did have a "saving people" thing.

"Ron! Please Ron, Wake up!" Hermione's desperate yells filled Harry's head. His eyes adjusted on Hermione. Her face was white and tears were clinging to her eyes. Poor Hermione, thought Harry, her boyfriend is dead and her best friend murdered him.

"Oh don't be so silly Harry!" Ginny scolded as if she heard his thoughts. Harry looked up, she was standing over him with her hands on her hips. "Gin - I'm so, so- I didn't mean-" Harry couldn't get the words out. The anger disapeared from her eyes and she knelt down by the side of Harry. "What?" She asked softly. Why was she being nice to him? He didn't deserve it, he thought he deserved nothing better than a lifetime in Azkaban. Harry opened his mouth and was about to speak when the kitchen door burst open. About time thought Harry.

"Is everyone alright?" Lupin said urgently. His eyes surveyed the scene. One of the long wooden tables was upturned and missing a couple of legs and the other table had been split into two, when the large portion of the roof fell down. With a sweep of Lupin's wand the room was restored as good as new, with the ceiling above, perfectly intact. The kitchen was much darker now and Lupin a few candles to brighten up the place. Ron was still lying dead with Hermione at his side. His arm was twisted a funny way and his face was deathly white compared to the deep red blood over his forehead.

Lupin hurried over to Ron ignoring Harry completely. But Harry understood, he didn't deserve talking to, he deserved to be punished, expelled, inprisoned. Again, as if hearing his thoughts Ginny gave Harry a look and nudged him in the ribs. "Stop thinking like that" she whispered angrily as she stood up and followed Lupin over to Ron.

"Oh Professor Lupin!" Hermione cried with a mixture of relief and pain.

Harry didn't move, he didn't think he could even if he wanted to.

"What happend? Did he get hit by the ceiling?" Lupin asked Hermione and Ginny. Both girls glanced nervously at Harry.

"Er- no" Ginny said slowly. Hermione bit her lip.

"Harry thought we were in danger, or under attack or something" Hermione said quickly. Lupin shot a look back at Harry with raised eyebrows, Harry looked down shamefully. It sounded even more foolish aloud.

"He- he didn't know that Fred and George were going to prank Percy" Ginny said quietly.

So everyone else knew that except for him? Great thought Harry, yet another piece of information everyone seemed to know without communication.

"So, Ron, tried to tell Harry, but Harry um - he well, -" Hermione looked at Ginny lost for words

"He threw Ron away from the blasts, but it seems Harry doesn't know his own strength." Hermione said in a strangled voice.

Why were they talking about him as if he wasn't in the room? Suddenly the door swung open and Mrand Mrs Weasley and the twins entered the room. "Is everyone alright? Oh Lupin, you've cleared the mess thank-" Mr Weasley began but stopped dead when he saw Ron. He quickly turned back and tried to make Mrs Weasley move out of the kitchen. "Everything's fine here Molly, no need to come in" he said hurriedly, but she seemed to be too quick for him.

"What are you talking about Arthur? I'll just make some tea-" Mrs Weasley gasped and stepped back, crushing Fred against the wall. George stood still looking dumly at Ron. "Ronnie?" Mrs Weasley said faintly. She hurried forward to Ron. Lupin stood up, "He's fine Molly-" he began but she had already flung her arms around her youngest son and bursted into heartbroken sobs. Fred now, free from the wall, walked forward with George, they turned to Harry, white faced and gaping.

"We didn't mean- " Fred began, he closed his mouth and shook his head.

"Never would have done it if we thought any of you - " George said but trailed off.

Harry was surprised, they thought that Ron's death was their fault. He'd have to set that right. "No" Harry said quickly. "You didn't, I did" he continued. Fred and George looked at Harry quickly. Harry got to his feet.

"I thought you were death eaters" Harry said in a low voice. Fred and George looked down.

"Ron tried to tell me, but I threw his against the room" Harry said in a weak voice. He felt so foolish.

"What did you do that for?" George yelled angrily. Fred picked Harry up by the collar.

"You fool, Harry, man we thought you were alright" He said glaring ferosiously.

"Yeah, but you can't control your temper, HE WAS TRYING TO HELP!" George shouted, red faced.

Harry didn't try to stop them, he thought he deserved every bit of this treatment. But Mrs Weasley came rushing toward the scene, her eyes red and her face in a tight scowl. "Fred and George Weasley, you are both in trouble as it is, now put Harry down immediately!" She snapped. Put Fred didn't let go of Harry, he just turned his head to his mother.

"Harry threw Ron across the room, he thought we were deatheaters" he snarled.

"He KILLED Ron!" George added.

Mrs Weasley however, did not glare and shout at Harry, like he thought she would, she merely pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a moment before looking angrily at Fred and George. "He had his heart in the right place" she said a little more calmly. "Unlike the two of you" she added acily.

Fred dropped Harry in shock. "But mum, we never wanted Ron to-" he began clumsily.

"Never, it was Percy we wanted -" George continued pleadingly.

"Your brother, comes back to us, gives us his apologies, wants to be with us and you welcome him back by placing thoes dreadful fireworks in his wardrobe!" Mrs Weasley said in a low scathing voice.

"Get away from me, I'm ashamed to look at either of you" she said bearly above a cold whisper.

Fred and George turned to leave with hunched backs, but Mrs Weasley stopped them.

"Oh and Ron is not dead. He's just got a concussion. A couple of days in St Mungo's will make him good as new. Now go to bed, I don't want to see either of you again today."

The kitchen door opened glumly and the twins walked slowly though, shutting the door behind them.

A.N I wont be updating again today, so I tried to make this chapter long. I hope everyone liked it. Thanks for reading and more is coming your way tomorrow! R&R

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