A/N: It is almost the end of their 4th year! I'm excited to move on to OotP! Thanks to JeanAndBilius, WeasleyIsMyKing540, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, heronlove, fons19, ShilenKnight, Ron'sLoverMahima and Gja03 for your awesome feedback! I couldn't help ubt to grin by your reviews. Yes, next chapter will be the confrontation of Viktor! Stay tune for that!

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Warning: Swearing! :0

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Chapter 33 ~ The Dark Lord's Resurrection

Numbness was all Ronald Weasley could feel. Rumors was all he could hear around him. Fear and rejoice was all he could smell in the summer air. If things couldn't get any more worse, Rita Skeeter wrote about his two used to be best friends being a couple. The article described about how Hermione was in a love triangle with Harry and bloody Vicky. Ron looked over at the Witch Weekly paper to find himself gritting his teeth as he saw Hermione hugging Harry with such passion. The moving image replayed over and over again.

Ron growled out loud and ripped it to shreds. He threw the strips on the bin, and he went to sit on his bed. It was midnight and he couldn't sleep. He looked around to, unsurprisingly, see everyone asleep in a deep slumber. Then, he saw Harry breathing erratically. Instinctively, he went over to him but when he approached him, he fell back to a peaceful sleep. Ron scowled and went back to laying on his bed.

His mind was changing slowly. He remembered walking down the halls to his next class to smell nothing but raw flesh before him. He would often drool without knowing. The smell of food, right before his very eyes! Though, his humanity held him back from his temptations. After all, he was human. Right?

After the sailing thoughts, he fell asleep.

"Ron, is it true you were the one who injured Hermione's back!?"

"Go back home! We don't need a monster wandering around here!"

"Are you secretly a Death Eater?"

"CAN EVERYONE SHUT THEIR FUCKING MOUTHS!?" Ron roared at them. His eyes flashed a darker shade. His brows were furrowed in anger, and his face was in, what seemed to be, a permanent scowl. The boy with flaming red-orange hair strode briskly through the crowds of students; he had finally arrived. He sat with the twins who were talking in hushed voices. Ginny was along with them, and she was the first one to notice the presence of Ron.

"Morning," Ginny forced a smile upon her face. Ron noded at her and proceeded to grab a pile of food from the table.

"'Ey, Ronniekins," the twins said on sync.

Ron grunted in irritation as his response.

"C'mon, we were just greeting our favorite little brother," Fred rubbed Ron's already unkempt hair.

"Oi! Geroffme!" Ron smacked Fred's arm away from his hair.

"C'mon, Ron. Brighten up, will ya?" George joined in the conversation.

"Ugh, you idiotic prats," Ginny came in. "Give Ron some time to himself."

"To wank?" Fred said with a smirk. George chuckled.

Ginny groan in frustration. She grabbed a piece of bacon and anger threw it at Fred's face.

"What the hell, Gin!" Fred exclaimed.

"That's what you get for being an immature git!" she huffed out. She then turned her attention back at Ron. "Ron, you can't just unfriend them like that. You need them and they need you. Especially, Her-"

"It's too late, Ginny," Ron interrupted her before she could say her name. "Deep inside, they'll never see me as a human."

He gulped. "I've scared 'em off," Ron looked at them. He saw Hermione reading a letter, and Harry looked quite angered for some reason. "I just don't wanna be a burden to them any longer. I've harmed Hermione and almost Harry. Though if I threw the chair at a high speed, I could've killed Hermione!"

"Stop thinking about the negativities!" Ginny snapped at him. "Honestly, Ronald, when was the last time you felt genuinely happy?"

"Ever since Hermione and I made up," Ron said with brief smile. The smile then turned into a frown. "Until I injured her with a chair."

Ginny sighed out. She felt so bad for Ron. She looked over at Hermione who looked annoyed, as she threw away the letter she was reading.

"You have a decision, Ron," Ginny said in a firm tone. "Go back to Harry and Hermione or not.."

Ginny gulped the last of her cereal and went over to sit next to Harry. Ron's face fell low. Ginny was right. What will Hermione and Harry do to him, when he wants to come back with them? Hermione would most likely throw a fit. Ron laughed to himself outloud, making him gain the attention of the twins.

"I think he's gone mad, Forge," George whispered over to his twin.

"Right you are, Gred," he replied in a whisper.

The very next day, Ron felt like his heart was about to explode. He was ready to have back his friendship with Hermione and Harry. Then, he felt it. He groaned out in pain. He howled out bloody murder, as he crouched down to clench onto his Chudley Cannons shirt.

"Ron!" Harry cried out in fear. He rushed by his side, as the others did as well.

Ron looked up at Harry. "I'm s-sorry.."

"W-what?" Harry stuttered.

"I'm the worst friend someone could ever have," Ron managed to speak coherently.

"I forgive you, mate," Harry said. "Things haven't been the same without you."

Ron went to smile up at him, until he felt the sharp pain through his chest. He yelled out, making Harry's heart beating faster per minute. He had never seen Ron in so much pain in their 4 years of friendship.

"Guys, get Hermione!" the boy with messy jet black hair said to his roommates. They nodded and went off to find her.

"Hermione's comin," Harry informed his best mage. His breathing was erratic and heavy. His crystal blue orbs were tightly shut, and he was starting to shake violently.

"N-no," he said out. "I - I can't face her!"

"You need to though," said Harry. "You know you're experiencing this because you haven't been in the presence of Hermione for a while."

"Harry! Ron!" they heard the awfully familiar voice they knew too well. A brunette with a mane of bushy hair came barging in to see Harry trying to calm down a shooked up Ron.

"What's going on?" she immediately questioned Harry.

"Ron needs you," the words fell from Harry's mouth, as he looked at her chocolate brown eyes that were full of concern for Ron. Hermione slowly approached him with wariness. Ron slowly looked up to see Hermione coming towards her way.

"Ron," came the soft voice of the brunette.

"Hermione, h-help me," Ron pleaded, as he was gripping tightly onto his pajama shirt.

"Harry, go get raw pork from the kitchen," Hermione ordered Harry to do so. "Hurry!"

The-Boy-Who-Lived ran as fast as his scrawny legs could. Hermione turned her attention back to Ron. "You three," she looked at Seamus, Dean and Neville. "Get out.."

They exited the room and went downstairs. Hermione used the levitating spell to have Ron leviate over to his bed. She sat near him, feeling worried. After a few minutes, Ron's violent shaking to subside, as he took quick glances at Hermione.

"I've got it!" Harry declared, as he threw the piece of raw pork over to Hermione. She caught it with ease and lended the food to Ron. Ron sniffed it and merrily ate it. She lipped a thank you over to Harry and he replied with a grin.

"I'll leave you two alone," said Harry. "I'm gonna go head off to eat breakfast." With that, Harry left them alone together, as a broad grin was expressed on his pale face.

Ron chewed the last of the fresh pink meat in silence. Hermione was staring at the floor, hiding the blush on her face. She shifted on the chair from the awkward tension in the atmosphere.

Ron straightened up a bit, and cleared his throat. He said, "I'm sorry, Hermione.."

"What for?" she asked with curiosity and concern.

"For being the worst friend anyone could ever have," Ron shrugged, as he suddenly became interested with his mismatched socks. He was fumbling with the hem of his shirt with wary.

"Ron," Hermione said, as her gentle chocolate brown eyes bored into his lost crystal blue eyes. "You're a great friend."

"No - no I'm not," Ron stuttered. "I was fucking stupid enough to end our friendship like that."

"We can be best friends again," Hermione said in a firm tone. "You just have to learn that a true best friend will never let you go, and that's what I stand for."

Ron's eyes softened at her powerful speech. His breathing started to slow down; the tip of his ears turned scarlet, as his hands started to get clammy. Hermione bit her bottom lip, as the tension increased in the dorm.

"So," Ron made the 'o' nice and long. "We're friends again?"

"If you want to," she responded with a small smile.

"I'd be glad to," he said with sincerity, as his crystal blue eyes sparkled with glee. He held onto Hermione's hands, suddenly, making his ears heat up, as Hermione had a rosy blush on her cheeks. She looked up to be pierced through his sincere eyes; she broadly smiled up to him. He had his famous lopsided grin formed on his pale face.

"Brilliant," said Hermione.

Today was the Third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Ron and Hermione spent their freetime with Harry to prepare for this task. He was to go into a maze through a series of dangerous obstacles.

"Bloody hell, this is gonna be one hell of a task," Ron commented, as him and his two best friends walked over to the bleachers who were already full of students from all three schools. He saw Seamus and Dean holding a big ass sign with bold words saying, 'BEAT THEIR ASSES POTTER!' The majority of the Gryffindors have their foreheads painted with red paint sayong, 'POTTER'.

"Hey!" came the voice of the youngest Weasley. "You guys finally came!"

She gave Ron and Hermione a red and gold flag with the words, 'POTTER!'

"George, Fred and I actually made these last night," Ginny said with a proud smile. Though, that smile turned into a small frown. "Mind you, they were more focused on the products they were gonna sell during the task."

"Well, they're stunning Ginny," Hermione said to her.

She thanked her and went to look face-to-face with Harry Potter. She had a faint blush on her pale cheeks, as she said, "Good luck, Harry."

"Th-thanks," Harry responded with a brief blush on his cheeks.

Harry waved them a goodbye and went to meet up with Mad-Eye Moody. Ron and Hermione went to find a vacant spot of the bleachers and sat together, leaving Ginny to pass put the flags to the people who were just coming in.

Ron went to look over to see Hermione looking wary. Actually, she had been looking wary ever since they entered the stadium.

"Are you alright?" Ron said with concern.

Hermione looked up to see him and sighed out. "Don't you have this gut feeling that something bad might happen?"

"Honestly, woman," Ron said with a grin. "Just relax."

"Come on, Ron," Hermione retorted with clear irritation in her voice. "I know you can sense some kind of devil lurking here and about.

True she was. He too had that gut feeling and there was no denying it. Sure, they should've gotten used to the fact that there will be man evil wizard out there to kill them, but they couldn't. They would try to act like it was nothing, but really, it's something to think deeply about. They were just teenagers. Teenagers who seemed to be growing up way too fast to their liking.

"BEGIN!" came the loud voice of Barty Crouch. Ron could hear the loud voices of the Gryffindors shouting for Harry and the Hufflepuffs cheered for Cedric Diggory. Ron cheered for his best mate as he ran into the unknown that awaited for The-Boy-Who-Lived.

After what seemed moments, a red spark flew up in the hot summer air.

Please be that Bulgarian bastard, Ron chanted to himself. Healers went to take the body of Fleur Delacour. Ron could hear the conversation between her and her sister, Gabrielle.

"Viktor, he's under zee Imperio curze," the part Veela whisper over to her sister.

"Oh shit," Ron said out loud.

"Language, Ronald," the bushy haired brunette scolded him.

"Hermione," he said to her. "Viktor's under the imperius curse."

"What?" she questioned him in shock.

"Eyup," he confirmed.

After Fleur was brought to the Hospital Wing, Viktor was the next to be led to the infirmary. Ron had a broad grin on his face at the sight of defeat on Viktor's face. Ron would've laughed out, but he knew he would risk himself being flamed by Hermione. Then, that left the dying cheers of the crowd as they waited for Harry and Cedric to get back from the maze.

Then, they saw Harry and Cedric appear before their very eyes. Harry was leaning on top of Cedric's prone body. The lot of the crowd cheered with happiness, clearly oblivious of to why Harry was in anguish.

Ron smelled something in the cool summer air. He could smell something decaying near Harry. Frozen in time, Ron was completely paralyzed. From afar, he could see Cedric's dull lifeless eyes, as Harry mourned over his body.

"Her-Hermione.." Ron said in a low voice over to her.

She jumped my the tone of his voice. "Wh-what is it, Ron?"

"Cedric - he - he's died," Ron managed to say, as his voice cracked a bit.

"What?" Hermione's chocolate brown eyes widened by genuine shock.

Soon, the cheers started to die a bit, as Dumbledore came down to check whatever the hell was going on. Mumbles could be heard to why Harry nor Cedric was all happy and proud. Soon, Barty Crouch was there to look over the scene.

"HE'S DIED!" came the cry of the booming loud voice of Harry Potter. "V-Voldemort, he's back!"

Ron's blood ran cold. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was back, stronger than ever. The crowd of students started to panic. Ron could smell everyone's fear, making him wanting to puke. He could sense everyone's increase in the air, increasing the chances for him to puke.

"MY SON!" Mister Diggory came rushing over to his dead son's body. Before Cedric was revealed to be dead, Monster Diggory looked too happy to be true. His smile was raiding of how proud he was of his son. Then, Ron saw everyone clearing the stadium. The last Ron ever saw Harry was when he was dragged away from Cedric's body by Mad-Eye.

"Ron! Hermione!" came Molly's scared and worried voices.

"Mum!" Ron dragged Hermione along with him over to his mother.

"There you are my little baby," My hugged her youngest son with a bone crushing hug. Ron hugged back and closed his eyes to sigh out.

"Oh, Hermione darling," Mrs. Weasley went to give Hermione a bone crushing hug, as well.

"C'mon! We have to get out of here!" Bill told to them. They quickly walked out of the stadium, not knowing the sudden pain Ron felt through his veins.

Ron laid at his dormitory facing the ceiling with unblinkable widened eyes. He couldn't get the image of Cedric's dead body laying there on the cold dirt floor. Ron tried to close his eyes without prevail. He cursed under his breath and tried to get into his current position they would always lead him to sleep.

"Ronald Weasley.." came a bone chilling voice. "You are worthy enough for your powers."

"Who - who's there?" Ron asked, as he looked around the dark foggy room he was at.

"I need you," the voice sneered. "Your family and friends are keeping you from going on to your true potential.."

"Show yourself, coward!" Ron spat. "And, what do you mean my true potential?"

The mysterious voice laughed out loud. "Don't you see Ronald?" the voice mocked him. "You have so much power within you, and you need to let it out before it's too late!"

Out of the shadows, Ron stepped back to see someone he would have never wished to be confronted to. The man was the palest thing you could ever lay your eyes out. He was bald and his nostrils reminded Ron of a snake. The man's eyes glew a dangerous shade of scarlet, as a sneer formed on his face.

"We meet, Ron," Voldemort said with an untrustworthy smirk. "I'm afraid you're using your powers for the wrong cause.."

"What are y-you talking about?" He retorted back.

"Don't you realize that whenever you use your powers to show your true form, fear is all anyone could really see of you," the snake like man pointed out. "Especially your mate."

"Don't you dare talking about, Hermione!" Ron roared at him. His fist clenched into tight balls.

"But it's true, isn't it?" Voldemort said to him. "You know deep down that they won't really see you as a human. They'll only see you as the monster you truly are, because that is your true form."

That seemed to make Ron speechless, making Voldemort smile with success.

"You have unique powers, Ronald," said Voldemort. "But you just know what you're truly capable of.."

"So what are you implying here?" Ron asked.

"Join me," Voldemort said with a smirk. "I can show you who you were meant to be."

Ron's brows furrowed. "I'll never join you and your army full of shitheads!"

Voldemort sneered by his declaration. "We shall see, Ronald. We shall see.."

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