I would like to apologize to everyone for not updating in so long. My computer hates me, and erased every story I have ever written. It wasn't one of the best days, especially because I had finally finished a chapter for all of my stories, and was about to post them all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sharpie, Alias, Harry Potter, or anything else that might come up in this chapter.
"I can't believe Ron might not survive," Hermione said sadly.
"Do you know what I don't get," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Madam Pomfrey could mend bones in a second, but an entire team of Healers can't fix him, and they're the elite."
"But this isn't an ordinary case," Harry pointed out. "Ron first flew his broom around the dragon, trying to steal its egg. The dragon was angry with him, so simply caught his broom on fire. After Ron hit the ground, he tried to run, but he broke his ankle, and was having trouble running. The Horntail took advantage of this, so he smacked him with his tail, sending a spike through his head, narrowly missing his brain. Not managing to run fast enough, he got trampled.
"After this it took almost an hour for the girls to find help, and by the time he got to St. Mungo's the Healers said he lost so much blood, another minute and he would have been dead."
"I take it Ginny told you what happened," Hermione said, close to tears once again.
"Yeah, she saw him before the left for St. Mungo's. It's not healthy for someone her age to see her brother like that."
"It's not healthy for anyone to see anybody like that, it messes with your head."
"That would explain why Ginny wanted to hurt me when she first told me the news. Apparently Ron had tried to copy my stunt, and so she blamed me for it. Who would have thought that I was a bad influence on someone?"
"Poor kid," Hermione said shaking her head. "The Ministry questioned her over and over about what happened.
"Why'd they do that?" Harry said, anger flaring up at once.
"It would make a pretty good cover-up story, if you wanted to get rid of someone." Hermione said, still in her little trance.
"You do know why he did it, don't you?" Harry asked, trying as hard as he could not to laugh.
"Why would anyone bait a dragon?"
"There were a group of girls near him, he said he could tame it, and it turns out he couldn't."
"I can't believe you would joke about this! Ron might not survive!"
"I'm not joking!" Harry said defensively. "That's what Ginny said happened."
"I cannot believe that anyone would do something so stupid!" Hermione said, clearly distressed.
"I can't believe he tried to steal an egg from a dragon Charlie said not to go near," Harry said not quite able to suppress a grin.
"How can you joke at a time like this?" Hermione asked sounding hurt.
"By saying something along the lines of 'I can't believe he tried to steal an egg from a dragon Charlie said not to go near'," Harry said laughing despite himself.
"Smart ass," Hermione mumbled.
"A wise witch once said, 'better than a dumb ass'. I'm not sure how wise she really was, I'm under the impression that Sharpie's were involved."
"Did you hear the good news about Ron?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth.
"What good news?"
"His best friend is getting a bed right next to his! Apparently wands, Sharpies, and angry girls don't mix!"
"You're best friend is in a hospital, and might not make it out, how could you live with yourself if your other friend was sharing a room with him?"
"It would be worth a sentence in Azkaban to see you begging for forgiveness."
"You're evil."
"You're mean, and deserve it."
"How can you joke a time like this?" Harry asked in a mocking voice.
"This conversation is going in a loop, so lets just skip this part," Hermione said, clearly bored.
"So I should skip the part about you being a smart ass?"
"That would be best." Harry and Hermione both started laughing. "So this is what happens when a friend is in the hospital? We call each other stupid, and mock each other."
"That's what it looks like," Harry said lounging on his bed. "But I don't think we qualify as normal people, so I don't think it counts in our case."
"Good point."
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"What is that?" Hermione asked laughing.
"Alias, season 2," Harry said crossing the room and closing the door.
"How do you know that?"
"Dudley just got the DVD for a present, he hasn't stopped watching it since then."
"I'm sure…" Hermione said sarcastically.
"It's true!" Harry said angrily.
"I believe you Harry," Hermione said in an unconvincing tone.
"Go get high on Sharpies!"
"Oh that's really mature!"
"Since when have I been mature?" Harry asked.
"Good point… I really need better friends."
"So suddenly I'm not a good enough friend for you!" Harry said in a mock hurt voice. "Because if you try and replace me, you'll be sadly disappointed. No one is as awesome as I am!"
They both started laughing, causing tears to form in Hermione's eyes. "Ron might not survive, and all we can do is joke? What kind of friends are we?"
"Hermione," Harry said sternly. "What did you tell me when Sirius died?"
"I told you that you couldn't just lock yourself away from everyone, you had to keep a positive outlook, or you'd just end up hurting yourself even more."
"Exactly," Harry said. "You can't just beat yourself up, and force yourself into depression just because Ron was an idiot." This didn't seem to cheer Hermione up, so Harry had an idea. "Hey," he said, jumping off his bed and grabbing something. "I never did open your present. I believe you told me I had to wait."
"Open it now!" Hermione said, glad for something to keep her mind off her dying friend.
Harry set his mirror up so that Hermione could see him open his present, and tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a large box that had three smaller boxes inside it. "Get me enough presents?" Harry asked sarcastically.
He opened the first box that was filled with two spell books and some dark detectors. The next box had a small journal in it, which he opened and saw a small note from Hermione written on the inside cover. He made a mental note to read it later, and he reached for the final box. Inside was a small, silver bracelet with a picture of a bird on it.
"Thanks Hermione," Harry said, looking at some of the dark detectors.
"You obviously didn't look very closely at the other presents if you're observed in that," Hermione informed her friend.
"This is cool though," Harry said, looking up at the mirror.
"Look closely at bracelet," Hermione instructed him.
"I don't wear jewelry," Harry said, not even glancing at the small silver trinket.
"You are so stupid sometimes!" Hermione said with a sigh. "Look closely at the bird!"
"Fine," Harry said, picking up the small trinket and almost dropping it. "That's a raven! This was Ravenclaw's bracelet!"
"Took you long enough to realize it," Hermione said coldly. "Those things are hard to come by! It's said to have magic powers, and I thought it would help you destroy the Horcruxes, after all, that was one of them."
"This was a Horcrux!" Harry almost shouted.
"Yes, I told you it wasn't easy to come by. I went on vacation with my parents, and I saw a small house in a town called Godric's Hollow. It was destroyed, and I wanted to check out the house. I was in there, and I saw this bracelet, I tried to pick it up, but I couldn't get to it. I figured that it was something important, so I tried every spell I knew. Still nothing worked. So I went to a bookstore, and found a bunch of books that had lists of very complex and important spells. I gave two of them to you, because they had the spells I needed. Now there's one less Horcrux, and you get a cool bracelet."
"Hermione, you're my best friend ever," Harry said staring so intently at the bracelet he didn't notice that he made Hermione blush.
"It was no big deal," she said, not looking at the mirror.
"You destroyed a Horcrux!" Harry said looking at her in awe. "How is that no big deal?"
"It was kind of fun," Hermione said, still not meeting Harry's eye. "I can't wait until we start looking for them! It'll be quite a thrill!"
"And if you're helping me, it won't take very long," Harry said, not noticing that he was making Hermione's face a deep red. "I always knew you were the smartest witch ever, but destroying a Horcrux… that's advanced magic! Dumbledore got hurt when he did it, and you don't have a scratch on you!"
"I've gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Hermione said in a rush. And without waiting for a reply, she hung up.
I know it's not as long as my other chapters, and probably not as good, but I've been suffering from a series of writer's blocks, so I just had to end the chapter! I'm home schooling now, so I should be able to update more, but who knows, it might take longer. Review and tell me if I should kill off Ron or let him live!
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