The Call

By: KumikoVegeta

Rating: T may change to M

Genre: Horror

Summary: I don't see anymore. All I see is dirt and bugs. I can hear him call me. What happened? Hey! Can you here me? Please don't cry, dig me out. This will be told from the point of view of everybody and their reactions.

Disclaimer: I do not own this World. That is for JK. I am merely telling a tale. Enjoy

Chapter three

\> Ron's POV \>

I went upstairs to my dorm in search of my Best mate. He had been in bed for quite a while and Hermonie worries when he doesn't eat enough. To be quite honest, I do as well. It just that I don't show it like she does. I do more subtle things, like asking him to join me in the Kitchens or snagging some food and sharing. This is how I make sure he eats, but then let Hermonie tell you, I don't care.

I'm about 5' 11 right now and am but a couple months from 6'. Which feel really great. I've finally gotten rid of that chubbiness that comes with childhood and is growing into a man. Finally! My Dad says I may become about as built as Bill if I keep up the good work on training and Quidditch. I think he is nuts, who wants to purposely look like their older brother?

I've just made it to his bed and I don't hear any rustling around, which usually comes from him sleeping. You see, I've know Harry for the last 6 years so I'm aware of when he is having his nightmares and such. I open the curtains that were drawn around his bed and look in on him. He is lying really still on the covers, his hair is falling all around his pillow and his mouth is open. I climb inside and sit on the edge of the bed tapping his feet a bit to get him to wake.

"Come on Harry, its time to eat and I think you've been in bed all day! Come on Harry get up or I'll spell you up like Charlie used to do to me." He doesn't move or make a sound. I'm a bit scared now; Harry is a heavy sleeper but not this heavy. Touching his chest and waiting for the rise, I recoiled when none came. Looking at his face I noticed that it was so pale and it scared me more. I pulled from his side and ran to get a little mirror. When I didn't find one I tried to transfigure one. But I'm utter crap at that subject so I just ran to the bathroom and broke one of the mirrors and ran back over to him. Placing it under his nose I saw no fogged response. I began to shake his shoulders after I threw the glass against the door.

"No! Oh God Harry come on and get up! Come on, we have so much to do today. Hermonie is waiting for us to c me down. They are serving Chicken A La King. You love that! We have to make fun of the Slytherins and laugh at the Hufflepuffs! Harry come on a wake up please!" He never answered and his head lolled around as I shook him silly. I backed away and ran out of that room as fast as my legs would carry me. It took me only a bit to get to the Great Hall. But it felt like an eternity to get to the Headmistress.

"Mr. Weasley, what is the meaning of you running in here like that?"

"Headmistress, I found Harry. He…. He isn't breathing and he is so pale. I think he is dead."

She looked at me and then jumped up. She told all the professors to come with her and they ran out of the Great Hall. I turned to the Gryffindors, all standing in a group. Their eyes could tell what had happened; their hearts could tell that he was dead. But their minds couldn't register until I told them. And who better but me? I walked over to Hermonie, she stood in the middle. I could see the tears began to leak from her beautiful brown eyes and I wanted so much to take this pain from us, from her. Harry and I were like her arms. We did all the physical things and she did the thinking. How could I tell her that a part of her was dead? How could I look her in the eyes and tell her that the trio is no more? My mind clouded the next moment, for the pain was too great. I vaguely remember trying to tell her that Harry was dead. I remember her screaming and getting hysterical and having to take her out of the Hall. A couple of our close friends came with us and stood around feeling awkward about being with us. Harry Potter was our best friend, and yet he was a Gryffindor. They felt obligated to stand with us and yet treading into our personal time to grieve.

It was Ginny who stunned Hermonie when it got to bad. And it was I that took Hermonie to the Infirmary and rocked my little sister to a tearful sleep. Neville, Seamus and Dean sat next to me on the chairs. Our whole Common room was silent as they led his body down the stairs, his trunk followed and as did screams in the background. I of course ignored the outbursts of tears that accompanied his final walk through the Common Room. I watched them lead him out and held Ginny tighter against my chest; her sobbing never reached high levels when she was truly upset.

The Headmistress announced to the Gryffindors that evening that Harry had died of complications. She said he simply went to sleep and never woke up. Said that was a more peaceful way to go. I thought she was full of it. That isn't how Harry would have found it. He would have thought it a total waste, to die in his sleep and haven't not found Voldemort and killed him. She then told the rest of the school the next morning. I was too tired to care of the reactions and spent the day going through the motions. I went to check up on Hermonie, she was under a potion. Poppy assured me that they would wake her in time for the funeral that was scheduled for the next evening. That night I talked to my mum, she was just as sad, but thought to call me because she thought I would be taking it horrible.

"I'm fine Mum. I already talked to Dad, Percy and Bill today. Charlie sent a letter that he will try to be here for the funeral, but he isn't sure if he can. The Twins will be here too. Not to mention the whole school is attending the funeral, so I'll be ok."

She didn't believe me and begged to come through the Fire to hug me. I let her. She is very overprotective of me, even with five our sons to hug. She left and I sat alone in the common room, until I fell asleep. I dreamt of him and I. We were maybe in our 40's. He had little kids running all around him with his hair but gray eyes. I had my red hair brats running all around me as well. He turned to me and smiled.

"Thank you for saving me Ron. If it wasn't for you I would've died."

"Harry, what are you talking about? You are dead. I saw them take you body away."

"Look at all the kids playing pretend. They are pretending to be dead. I think there is a spell that does that. I bet Draco knows it well."

"What are you talking about? What about Malfoy?" He turned to me, this serious look on his face. He looked older and wise, he also looked like he was telling me something and I just wasn't getting it.

"Its time to get up Ron."

I awoke to the red rimmed eyes of my little sister. She smiled a bit at me and hugged me. She really did care for him, this I can see now. She pulled away and walked out the door, her hair swept past her shoulders and her black robe with the Weasley family crest hung from her body in cascades. I looked around and saw a lot of the same with other students. Some were wearing their family colors. Others had crests on their robes as proof of their family lineage. They came as representatives. I believe Bill would be coming in our family colors with Dad. My robes with the crest lay beside me on the chair. Pavarti came over to me, she had Hermonie's robes in her hand. They were plain, because we still didn't know where the magic in her family began. I took them from her and told her I'd see her down there, and slowly walked to the Infirmary so that I could get my best friend and say goodbye to my other.

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The funeral went exactly how I knew it would go. Tons of reporters, useless people talking about stuff they didn't know anything about. Endless drivel. Harry would be so mad about all this attention he was getting. I held Hermonie's hand and thought on the dream I had. It seemed so real, but I think it was simply my mind making a path that could never happen. Hermonie started next to me, I could see she was focused on something and yet not focused at all. She started again and grabbed my hand along with Ginny's and pulled us up. She told us about a vision she had just had. About Harry coming to her out of his coffin and talking to her in a strange and backwards fashion. When she mentioned Malfoy I turned pale.

'He was trying to communicate with me last night. He was trying to tell me to find Malfoy.'

Hermonie, Ginny and I left the funeral and walked back into the school. When Hermonie is like this she doesn't allow anything to get in her way. She told us that we would be leaving and she wasn't sure when we would return. Ginny asked her if we should tell the professors and Hermonie rounded on her

"And have them tell us that we are crazy? That Harry could never talk to us? No, Ginny, I'll understand if you do not wish to come with Ron and me. It would be safer for you if you didn't. But we have to go. Our best friend is in some sort of limbo and he needs Malfoy to get out. Hell he may be alive in that coffin. I have to do something. Even if it is fruitless. I can't leave him to rot." The tears flowed down her reddish cheeks, and I could feel as well as see her about to break down. She shook herself and began to walk again. We made it to the common room and she ran upstairs. I turned to Ginny, her face also red streaked.

"Ron, you don't think I'm horrible for not wanting to go do you?" I pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead.

"Gin, you shouldn't feel bad. We have been on every adventure with him. It wouldn't be right to not take this next one. Don't feel bad because you don't have that connection with him. It's ok. Stay here. We will need someone to send the people on a different trail when they come for us. Just stay here. I'll let you know what we find, if anything." I kissed her again and told her that we would find a way and went upstairs to pack something things. I met Hermonie down stairs and we both hugged each other. I told her about my dream that morning and she felt even more determined that Harry wasn't dead. We left Hogwarts and didn't turn back. It was our turn to save Harry and we would do it no matter what. If that meant find a criminal that had been missing for months. Then so be it.

TBC