Chapter 13

Harry and Ron sat together on the Hogwarts Express, they had the carriage to them selves, which was always better then sharing with people they didn't know or didn't like. Staring out of the window in a dream, cuddled up to Harry, Ron couldn't help but think that this could be the last time he would be on this train, with the constant fear that the Grim was after him. Harry felt Ron's muscles tense up, and started rubbing Ron's shoulders, and slowly felt them relax a little.

"Isn't that cute," Draco's cold, dark voice rang through their carriage, Harry was the one that tensed up now, Ron stood up facing Draco, knuckles clenched and white, what he wouldn't give then to punch the living crap out of him.

"Fuck Off Malfoy." Ron said, his voice showed how determined his anger was, staring at his boyfriend Harry felt scared, he had never heard Ron's voice like that.

"What are you going to do, make me?" Draco laughed, his 'Friends' behind him laughed too.

"Yes." Said Ron simply, causing more laughs, but the laughter stopped, and there was silence, Ron had pinned Draco to the carriage door, by the material of his robes, and the silence was broken by a whimpering made from Draco, as Ron's fists met his chest.

"Get him off me." Draco pleaded, as Ron punched harder.

"Ron, come on, leave it, he isn't worth it." Harry said, pulling Ron's arm away, Ron stopped, and stared at Draco, who was now leaning forward holding his stomach.

"Your a freak, you wait until my father hears about this." Draco said, his threat empty, and Ron laughed.

"You don't get messenger owls into Azkaban." He said, his eyes burning Draco. "Just fuck off." And Draco and his friends did, rushing out of the carriage, Ron stared at his knuckles, they were grazed and sore, Harry backed away from Ron, almost as if he was scared.

Ron sat down silently, "Harry, I don't know what happened." He said, his voice tangled with confusion.

"What do you mean you don't know what happened?" Harry said, his voice full of fear as he sat next to Ron, but Ron moved away, as if he was dangerous and was about to pounce. "Ron, please."

"I was sat here with you, and then Draco, and then i was punching him, i felt myself do it, but i couldn't stop it," Ron was brought back to when Voldermourt had made Ron dream that he was killing Harry, the feeling that he was doing it, but had no control over his body.

"You mean to say, you couldn't stop yourself?" Harry asked, trying to get an idea what his lover had meant.

"No, yes, i really can't explain, it was as if i was possessed, i wanted to stop, but i had no control, my body acted with out me, i was screaming no inside my head, but i felt my fists, i could have killed him Harry," Ron's voice was cut short as he stated to cry silently, he turned away so Harry couldn't see, but Harry had turned him around, and made him look at him, Ron's eyes were turning red as he was crying, he held on to Harry tight, and cried into his shoulder.

The first day back was slow and long, they saw Hermione, and Harry had almost forgotten about her and Draco, but Ron hadn't, he was stiff near her and not in the good way, he hardly made conversation, but Harry thought that was something to do with what had happened on the train.

"Harry, I'll be back in a minute." Ron said, and walked of, not even looking at Hermione, Harry watched where he was going, a little muffed to why he hadn't told him where or why he was going, he saw him walk over to their head of house.

"Professor, sorry could i have a word please?" Ron asked politely, and McGonagall nodded, and once again ushered him into her office, which was just down the corridor, "Sorry, i hope your not busy."

"Of course not, what is bothering you Mr Weasley?" She asked kindly, and again handed him tea, and told him to sit, he sat and took the tea, drinking it before speaking.

"On the train, something happened," He said slowly, trying to figure out how to put it, "I punched Draco, repeatedly," She scowled, and went to cut in, "But, i didn't want to, i didn't have control of my actions, i knew what i was doing, and i tried to stop, but i couldn't." She didn't say anything, she just stared at Ron, and drank some more tea.

"Did anything over the holiday happen, that you thought shouldn't have?" Ron was scared she would ask something like that, and thought about lying, but knew there was no point, he nodded slowly, and took in a sigh.

"I saw, well, i think it was, a grim." McGonagall stared in shock.

"And your sure it was.." She couldn't finish the sentence.

"No, I'm not, i was staring at the clouds, and all the other clouds looked like funny shaped, but this one, it was definitely a dog, and then i remembered third year, with Harry, and the Grim."

"Right, up, we have to see the head master."

"What why?" Ron asked a little shock, "I was hoping you would tell me i was imagining things."

"We have to make sure Mr Weasley, would you like to get Harry?" Ron thought about it for a minute, before nodding, he knew if he didn't Harry would be upset, and angry. "Very well, meet me out side the head masters office in ten minutes."

"Thanks Professor." Ron mumbled.

"Mr Weasley, Don't worry about anything," She smiled, and he nodded, but how could he not worry.

Harry and Hermione were sat in the common room, and Ron rushed up to Harry, and sat down quickly, he had a couple of minutes.

"Ron, is everything okay?" Hermione asked, as if Hermione had slapped him round the face, Ron shot her a look that told her to get lost.

"Harry, i need you to come with me,"

"What Ron, your making no sense." Harry said, but stood up any way.

"Sorry, please, its important, i don't want to go on my own." Ron said reasonably, "Sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to be off with you, forgive me?"

"Course, but is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just, i need Harry right now," Ron said, he gave her a wink, making her think he needed him for other reasons, she let a little laugh, and Ron pulled Harry away.

"Ron, stop, now, what is going on?" Harry said standing still out side the portrait hole.

"I told McGonagall, about, the train, the grim, everything." Ron said, "She's scared Harry, she went straight to Dumbledore,"

"So why are you not there with her now?" Harry asked.

"I couldn't go on my own, she asked if i wanted you and i said yes, do you mind?"

"Course not." Harry smiled.

"Right, Weasley, Potter," McGonagall smiled weakly, "He is expecting you," The two boys nodded, and set up the spiral stair case.

"What ever happens Ron, don't worry, i will always be here." Harry said, holding Ron's hand tight.

"Thanks." Ron said, as he knocked on the door, before entering.

"Please sit down." Dumbledore spoke softly, and smiled down his half moon glasses as the boys held hands, he asked Ron to tell him everything he had told McGonagall, and he did, after a few minutes silence, Dumbledore got up, and pointed his wand at Ron. "Don't worry Ron, this will not hurt a bit, its like a scan, in your mind," Ron looked panicked and squeezed on Harry's hand.

"Your going in his mind?" Harry asked.

"Something like that, but if there is anything, you don't want to me to see, just imagine a door." Ron nodded, and he felt a weird sensation in his head, he remembered things he swore he forgot, and a tear slid down his face, "Sorry, it brings back old memories." Ron sighed, and then imagined him and Harry and quickly put a door up, he saw a little smile from Dumbledore, and his cheeks reddened.

After ten minutes of Dumbledore inside his mind, Ron felt tired, and wanted it to end, and ten minutes later it did, and Dumbledore sat behind his desk.

"Well, what is it?" Harry asked, as he stared at the headmaster with pleading eyes, "He's okay right."

"I'm afraid, that, young Mr Weasley, has been cursed."

"Cursed, what curse?" Harry said, as he stared at Ron and then back at Dumbledore.

"Its a very dark curse, some thing that hasn't been used in hundreds of years." Dumbledore said shakily, "It makes his mind weak, so people can get into his mind."

"But no one has come up to me with a wand and come into my mind like you." Ron said.

"They have made your mind so weak, they wouldn't need to be near you, its like being under the imperious curse, only, you know what you are doing, and you can argue it, but can't stop it,"

"What about the grim?" Ron asked, "Has that anything to do with it?"

"With such a dark curse like this, the out come, is almost every time, death." His words ripped Ron's heart apart,

"So, I'm going to die." Ron said slowly.

"What makes you say that?" Dumbledore asked with almost a smile.

"The Grim is an omen of death." Ron said pointedly.

"Yes it is." Dumbledore said softly, "However, every one one day will die, it is a matter of life and physics, am i correct?"

"Yeah, but not every one can see the Grim." Ron said.

"True, the Grim is there because of the dark curse," Dumbledore replied, "It can mean several things."

"Like what? I'm going to die now, or in a couple of years." Ron said.

"It can mean its not meant for you, it can be for the one who has placed the curse upon you, however, even if it is meant for you, with protection around this castle, there is very little ways in which the Grim can get you."

"Well that is comforting." Ron said under his breath.

"Can you stop the curse?" Harry asked.

"No, there are potions, nasty potions, that can make your mind stronger, however you will have to do occlumency like Harry, who will be doing the lessons again this term, with Snape. You can do it together," The two boys nodded, "And you will take potions daily Mr Weasley, and you will report to me every week."

"Why would i have to report to you every week?" Ron asked.

"for good measure i think." Dumbledore said, "Right, well, is there anything else?"

"No." Both boys said.

"I have a question though," Dumbledore said, "Why Mr Weasley, would you punch Mr Malfoy?" Ron looked at Harry, who's eyes trembled with fear.

"I didn't, the person in my mind did, and i don't know why, maybe because they hate that ferret as much as me." Ron said heatedly, Harry sighed, and Dumbledore nodded, and they were told they could leave.

The two boys walked hand in hand back to the common room, and re joined Hermione, who stared disappointingly at the two hands. "Is everything okay?" She asked, and both boys nodded.

"Harry, I'm going to bed, I'm a bit tired after, well, you know, night Hermione."

"Want me to come with you?" Harry asked protectively.

"No, I'll be alright, I'm just going to sleep," Ron smiled, "See you in the morning Hermy."

"Night Ronald." Hermione said, Harry got up and kissed Ron good night, ignoring the staring eyes, and he sat back with Hermione.

"Everything is okay right?" She asked, "I know you two didn't go off to shag."

"No, we didn't, but Ron doesn't want to say, so it isn't my place to tell you." Harry mumbled, "We all have secrets right?" Hermione looked a bit shocked at what Harry had just said.

"Right." She said quietly, "I'm off to the library." She said.

"I'll come with you." Harry smiled, standing up once again.

"No, I'll be fine." Hermione said, and Harry knew she wasn't going to the library, so he stalked of to bed, and slid in next to Ron, and fell asleep.