A/N: Hey guys! So I hope you enjoyed the second chapter and here is Ron's. For those of you who don't know, type 1 diabetes is a disability; I looked it up on numerous medical websites and saw they all were a disability. I repeat, type 1 diabetes is a disability. Enjoy this chapter!

"We have to learn to look away so we can say-the way my parents still try to tell the seven of us-you'll be okay; everything will be fine. In other words, we lie. I don't do that anymore."
-Blind, Page 2, Chapter 1, Rachel DeWoskin

Within 10 minutes of Harry, Hermione, and Ron's arrival to the Great Hall, all of the students of Hogwarts were there. The professors entered from a separate door, took their seats, and waited. Within 2 minutes the food appeared on each table. Harry sniffed to tell what was on the table. "Ron, can you hand me the eggs and some pancakes?" He asked.

Ron smiled. "Sure." He grabbed Harry's plate and did what was asked, then put it in front of Harry. Harry thanked him, felt around for his utensils, found them, and started to dig in.

Ron glanced around him. Hermione was reading a book while eating and Harry was blind. But they were still very observant. Making sure no one was watching, he moved his wand aside and took a sandwich size plastic bag out of his messenger bag. Inside the plastic bag was a syringe with an orange cap, as well as a bottle of insulin. Harry's head turned towards Ron as he heard the noise. "What's that noise?" the blind boy asked, pausing in his eating.

"It's nothing," Ron said hurriedly. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Why are you lying, Ron?" He asked, able to tell by the sound of the redhead's breathing. "I don't like people who lie to me. Just tell me the truth."

Ron bit his lip. What would Harry and Hermione say? Sure, they understood him in a way that no one else really did. But while their disabilities were physical and people could actually see them, his was internal and therefore invisible. Ron had become a type 1 diabetic soon after he was born; unbeknownst to him, Severus Snape had saved his life. Ron thought Madam Pomfrey had done that.

"Is that an insulin bottle?" Hermione said, from Harry's other side. Ron sighed, put the needle to the bottle's cap, and tipped the bottle upside down. He filled the syringe with half the amount of insulin he would usually need, and positioned the needle at the side of his waist, taking a deep breath. Then he pushed the plunger down, releasing the liquid into his body. He watched the blood bead as his body worked to clot it.

"Yeah. I have type 1 diabetes," Ron answered, shrugging. "So we're all disabled."

"Ah. How long?" Harry asked. It wasn't phrased as a question.

"Since before I could remember," Ron answered. To his surprise, Harry smiled.

"You already know me," He said as Ron put his supplies away and into a secret insulated pocket, hidden from view. "What about you, Hermione?"

"Hm?" she said. "Oh, it was when I was around 5. Therefore I was always the freak in my neighborhood and the teachers were my best friends. I learned to kill people with logic."

"Ah," Ron said.

"I'll tell you this, though," Hermione said. "You guys are the first friends who I'm not related to or who's taught me. If anyone messes with you, I'll break their face."

Ron smiled. "Trust me; if that happens, my siblings will give them a reason to avoid me. But, same goes for you two."

Harry barked out a laugh. "Thanks, guys. I've never had anyone do that for me before. I'll do my best to do the same."

Hermione and Ron exchanged a "what-the-hell" glance. Harry frowned. "Why did it get so quiet?" Harry asked.

"I'm just wondering why our lives are so messed up," Hermione said in a small voice.

Secretly, Ron agreed with her.

It was during Transfiguration that Ron found out he should have checked his normal amount of insulin instead of guessing. McGonagall was going over the rules of her class when his vision blurred. Ron blinked and shook his head, shutting his eyes to stop the blurriness. When he opened them again, it still hadn't gone away. Ron huffed out a breath in irritation.

"Mr. Weasley, please tell me the last three rules," McGonagall said. Ron's head snapped up.

"I'm sorry Professor, I wasn't paying attention," Ron apologized after a moment of hesitation. It was a half-baked excuse and he was technically not lying, but still. He didn't want the class to know he was diabetic.

McGonagall's lips pursed. "See me after class," she said.

He wouldn't even get to do that, it was so bad. Soon after his head began to pound and Ron resisted the urge to put his head down and close his eyes. This proved to be a mistake. Ron felt tired, so tired and he just wanted to go to sleep. And then, against his will, his head thunked on his desk. Using the last of his strength he got his blood sugar monitor from his bag and pricked his finger with the sharp end.

The last thing he saw before he went unconscious was his blood sugar reading. 50 mg.

His blood sugar was too low.

Ron awoke in the hospital wing. The first words out of his mouth were, "Do not coddle me like my mom does or I will kill you."

"You wouldn't kill your friends, would you?" Harry asked. His eyes were in the general direction of Ron, focused on his throat.

Ron smiled and barked out a laugh. "I'm grinning Harry," he said. "And no, I wouldn't. So what happened?"

"Well, you collapsed in Transfiguration, because I guess your blood sugar was low," Hermione began. She continued on with her story.

"Everyone out now!" McGonagall said firmly. Her lions frowned but did as she said, going out the room. Harry and Hermione made to move as well, but McGonagall stopped them with a, "Mister Potter and Miss Granger, please come back here. Go to Mister Weasley."

The two of them surrounded Ron's limp body. McGonagall made a Floo call, then hurried back over. "Okay. What happened?"

"He's a type 1 diabetic," Hermione said, talking really quickly. "We asked him about it but it seems like he didn't inject himself with his usual amount of insulin. I guess, I really don't know how diabetes works..."

"What's his usual amount?" McGonagall questioned, taking his syringe and insulin bottle out of the bag. Hermione looked at Harry.

"What are you two doing, why is it so quiet?" Harry questioned.

Hermione facepalmed. "We're looking at you," she said; she had forgotten for a moment that Harry was blind.

"How would I know what his usual amount is? I only see darkness, I'm blind!" His ears perked up. "Wait, someone's coming. It's...Professor Snape?"

Within 9 seconds McGonagall heard Snape's footsteps as well. Her black robed fellow professor breezed into the room, crouching down next to them.

"To answer your question, Mirverna, there is no usual amount of insulin. It depends on the person's current blood sugar levels," Snape said. Hermione was already digging through his bag as Snape pricked another one of Ron's fingers with the blood sugar moniter. Then he swore. "Granger, put whatever you took from Weasley's bag back," he said without batting an eye as he carefully shifted Ron into his arms, then made for the hospital wing with the two kids on his heels.

"I believe you should thank Professor Snape later," Hermione said. Ron nodded.

"Okay. I will."