Harry immediately began to struggle against the bindings holding him
to the chair, thrashing and twisting, but it was in vain. The ropes
were too tight and he had no room to work with. He glanced towards
Ron, who was also trying to free himself, to no avail. Neither of
them could make enough noise to call for help, or draw any kind of
attention to their situation. Even if Hermione and Ginny were to come
looking for them, he doubted they would think to check Percy's
quarters right away.
Harry forced himself to take a deep breath through the thick gag in an effort to calm down. His stomach was knotted with worry over Percy's strange behavior. He wished he had some clue as to what he was looking for, but both times they spoke, it seemed he expected Harry would already know, and accused him of lying. Another worry that kept running through his mind was Ron, would Percy harm his own brother? If he wasn't thinking straight, as he clearly wasn't, Harry believed there was a definite possibility.
After a few minutes of struggling helplessly against his restraints, he gave up and looked around the room. As his eyes swept over the shelf Percy had been standing at only moments earlier, he looked away from the sickening blood smears on the wall and caught sight of the broken shards of glass strewn all over the floor. Most of the pieces were too far away, as he couldn't budge the heavy chair, but a few of them had landed relatively close to where he was sitting.
Stretching forward with his right leg, Harry began to fumble over the shards, trying desperately to bring one of them closer. The smaller bits shattered the second he put even the lightest amount of pressure on them, and he was running out of pieces, when at last he was able to draw one closer to him, using the tip of his foot. Ever so gently, he prodded it across the floor, until he had brought it directly beneath him. He glanced up again, to see Ron watching him intently, and throwing nervous glances towards the door, which Harry couldn't see as his back was to it. Neither of them knew where Percy was going, or how long it would take for him to return.
Harry took another deep breath, hoping this worked. He used his right foot to slide the glass as close to his left as possible. Then, bending his left ankle towards the floor, and holding the glass in place with his right, was able to get the piece to lay flat on the inner part of his left shoe. Carefully, he began to lift his left leg towards his right hand, sweat running lightly down from his forehead, into his eyes. He blinked several times, ignoring the irritation it caused and just kept moving. At last he was able to bring his foot close enough to his hand, and just barely grasped it using the tips of his fingers.
When he lowered his leg, he heard Ron let out a muffled sigh of relief through the gag in his mouth. He tried to look at him reassuringly, before shifting the glass in his hand to get a firmer grip. Carefully he set the tip of it against the ropes, and began swiping it back and forth. Since his movement was so very limited, the process was slow and tedious.
Harry had barely managed to cut through just one strand of rope, however, when he heard a noise that made his heart sink. The lock on the door clicked open, and someone entered the room.
Harry tried to turn and see who had come in, but couldn't budge in the slightest to see over the high back of the chair. He looked at Ron, whose eyes were very wide and Harry couldn't tell if he was scared or confused. He heard soft footsteps coming closer to him, and saw a shadow fall across the floor, stopping just behind the chair he was in. For a brief moment, which felt like ages, Harry held his breath, waiting for whatever the person was going to do to him. He felt the ropes around him tighten slightly, and he closed his eyes, when suddenly the cords went slack, and slipped down around his middle, loosely. Still unable to turn around as his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, he waited, confused and hopeful, before the person finally stepped into view.
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, if he had been able to speak he wasn't sure he even could've. The person leaned forward and untied the gag from behind Harry's head, then pulled it out of his mouth.
Harry began coughing immediately, his throat very dry from the rag that had been stuffed down it. When the small fit subsided, he looked at the person currently working at the bonds on his right wrist.
"Neville.how?" was all he managed to ask in a hoarse voice.
"No time Harry," Neville replied urgently. "Percy's on his way back now. We have to hurry."
"He's on his way back? Do you know where he's coming from or what he went to get?" Harry asked as Neville finally freed his wrist. He got to work on his left arm while Neville went to Ron, and pulled out his gag.
"All I know is he's coming, I can't explain anything to you, we just have to get out of here."
Harry stood up having finished untying his other wrist, and went over to help with Ron. When he was free, Neville immediately turned and headed for the door.
"What about our wands?" Ron asked, standing up.
"Do you really want to wait here until he's back?" Neville asked, looking over his shoulder at Ron.
"We need to get to Dumbledore and explain what's happened," Harry spoke up, he had so many questions racing through his brain that it was giving him a headache. But he knew now was not a good time to sit down and have a discussion. He started towards Neville, and Ron followed.
As he reached for the door however, Neville grabbed his arm roughly and yanked him back. Harry gave him a questioning look, but Neville didn't see it. He pulled out his wand as if ready to attack, all the while taking steps backwards and motioning for Harry and Ron to do the same.
Only seconds later, the door was pulled open and Percy strode arrogantly into the room, his wand in one hand and a small bottle in the other. He stopped dead in his tracks however upon seeing his two captives free from their bonds, and a third person in the room with them.
He stepped forward threateningly as he glared darkly at Neville.
"I don't like unexpected guests," he hissed sounding positively infuriated, then began to raise his wand.
Neville, surprisingly, stood his ground while Harry and Ron waited anxiously for what was coming. He raised his wand quickly, aiming at Percy, and before either of them could warn Neville that spells might not work on Percy, he spoke.
"Accio wands!" he said quickly and the tip of his own wand lit, as Harry and Ron's flew out of the folds of Percy's cloak and into Neville's empty hand. Percy's own wand didn't budge, and he smirked at what he considered a feeble attempt to disarm him.
"You didn't even use the correct spell," he said tauntingly, sneering at Neville who quickly handed the wands back to their owners.
"I used the one I intended to," he replied quietly, returning Percy's gaze evenly.
Harry was so shocked by Neville's complete change in attitude; all he could do was watch in awe. Ron's stunned expression mirrored his own feelings perfectly. This was not the scared, frightened, easily bullied Neville they were used to.
"We'll be on our way now Mr. Weasley," Neville spoke again, politely as possible. Percy didn't reply; his eyes had taken on a glassy appearance as he looked off at something only he could see. His arms had gone lax, and hung lazily at his sides; blood dripped steadily to the floor from his hands and his head was cocked slightly towards his right shoulder. Harry and Ron stepped up next to Neville, exchanging worried glances, before the three of them made a start for the door.
Their movement brought Percy back to himself who immediately straightened his stance and brought his wand up once again, aiming it at Harry.
"You can't leave Potter!" he spat and Harry flinched at having been called that by Percy. "I won't let you, not until I have my answers."
"Tell me what you want to know," Harry said, having no plans of giving Percy any information he wanted. But if he could make him think he would for the time being, it could buy them time to escape. Percy was blocking the only exit.
After a thoughtful silence in which Percy again seemed to glass over, he extended his hand with the bottle towards Harry.
"Now I need you to drink all of this," he said, sounding like he was trying to get a stubborn child to take their medicine.
"What is it?" Ron asked before Harry could speak. He was looking at his brother with both suspicion and sadness now, and Harry felt horrible for his friend. They needed to get help for Percy, as it was quite obvious he wasn't acting of his own accord, at least not entirely.
"Was I speaking to you?" he snarled, turning his wand on Ron.
"Percy, what's gotten into you? You act like I'm your enemy but all I want is to help you!" Ron said, trying to reach his brother.
"If you want to help me convince your friend here to drink this," he replied then looked menacingly at Harry, "or I'll force him to."
Harry glanced at Percy's wand, then at the bottle still extended towards him, before tentatively reaching out and taking it. As he balanced both his wand and the bottle in his hands, he extracted the cork and sniffed the murky looking liquid. The scent that filled his nose was so wonderful, Harry found himself wanting to drink it.
Neville, who had been silent for most of the conversation, spoke suddenly.
"Hey, Harry," he started, sounding as if he were going to ask a question. Harry looked up at him just in time to see him dart forward, snatching the bottle from his grasp. Before anyone could move, he threw it with all his strength, smashing it against the far wall.
Percy's eyes flashed dangerously as he aimed his wand at Neville. He mumbled something that neither Harry nor Ron caught, and a silver ball of light burst from the tip of his wand.
Neville didn't move, seemingly expecting this to happen, he held his wand upright in front of him until the silver light collided with it. The wand turned black as it was silhouetted by the light, which was quickly sucked into it, before it reverted back to its normal color.
Harry and Ron watched in amazement, entirely baffled by what they had just witnessed. Percy, however, smiled gleefully, not the least bit surprised at what Neville had just done.
"Only one more to find then," Percy whispered before lifting his other arm. He flicked his fingers in the slightest and Neville was flung the length of the room. His back hit the wall violently and he slid to the floor amidst the broken glass.
"Neville!" Harry cried as both he and Ron started towards him, but Neville held up a scraped hand, gesturing for them to stay back.
"You have to stop him Harry, all I can do is defend."
"But." Harry began, "what do."
"Look out!" Neville shouted, scrambling to his feet. Harry intuitively ducked, pulling Ron with him, barely missing being hit by another silver ball of light that flew harmlessly over their heads.
He stood up, whirling to face Percy as Neville stepped up beside them, limping slightly.
"Neville," Harry whispered, "you didn't see it, my last spell had no effect on him; it just fizzled out." He fixed his gaze on Percy, trying to prepare himself for anything.
"Try a different one," Neville replied holding his wand upright yet again and catching the next silver ball of light Percy sent at them.
Harry lifted his wand and searched his brain, calling out any spells he could think of that would disarm or immobilize someone, but not hurt. Each spell in turn hit its mark, and promptly fizzled out, unfortunately seeming to give Percy more strength.
"Nothing's working!" Harry cried as Neville continued to catch Percy's spells. He was at a loss for what to do.
"You have to try something more powerful!" Neville said forcefully.
"But I can't hurt him.it's Percy!" Harry said, flinching as another blast of light slammed into Neville's wand.
"This is getting us nowhere," Percy said, sounding annoyed. He raised his empty hand again, and Harry was ready to grab hold of Neville, but instead of flinging one of them backwards, he took hold of Ron in an invisible grasp, and dragged him forward.
Harry and Neville both lunged for him but he was pulled too quickly, despite the fact he was pushing his heels into the floor in an effort to slow his progress.
Percy's outstretched hand had begun to glow the same color as the spell he'd been shooting and as Ron was drawn closer to him he grabbed him harshly by the throat.
Lifting his younger brother into the air using strength he'd never shown, he shoved him ruthlessly against the nearest wall and pulled his hand away. Harry was horrified to see Ron was being choked, hanging by his throat several feet above the floor, by a silver light around his neck. He began to gasp desperately for air, trying frantically to push himself up further, but his shoes kept slipping against the smooth wall. Each time he tried to grasp the light around his throat, it burned red hot, preventing him from keeping his hold.
"Percy!" Harry shouted, tearing his gaze away from Ron's terrified eyes, "What are you doing? He'll die if you don't."
"No!" Percy interrupted loudly, raising a finger. He turned to face Harry, grinning cruelly. "Not because of me. He'll die because of you. If you don't answer my questions, we'll find out exactly how long he can last."
Harry felt sick. His best friend was going to die right in front of him, and he didn't know if he could stop it.
"Percy, please just let him down," Harry said, straining to keep his voice steady, "I'll tell you anything you want just please." he trailed off, glancing again at Ron, "Look at him he can't breathe!" He unconsciously took a step towards his friend wanting very badly to help him.
"You want him down, then answer my question," Percy said sounding far too calm.
"Fine, ask me, what do you want to know?" Harry replied anxiously, trying to figure out how to save Ron. He could see no way out of this and Neville wasn't offering any suggestions either.
"Is Cho the one?" Percy asked in a very low voice.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"You heard me."
Ron was still trying desperately to catch hold of something, and at last was able to catch his left shoe on the smallest of bumps in the wall. He became incredibly still for fear of losing his grip, and greedily gulped in air.
"Right, I meant what do you mean?" Harry replied impatiently. "Is Cho the one what?" He was looking at Percy now, relieved that Ron was okay for the moment, but knew he couldn't hold his stance for long. His leg was already shaking under the strain and he was sweating heavily.
"It would be wise of you to drop this charade and answer my question," Percy hissed.
Harry looked into his eyes, searchingly. They were completely devoid of all emotion; he knew that this Percy truly didn't care about his brother and would let him die without so much as a second thought.
"I swear to you.I'm not lying. I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
"He's telling the truth Percy," Neville spoke up and Percy threw him a dark glare. Harry wondered briefly if Neville was just playing along with him, or if he knew something about what Percy was asking. His attention was drawn back to Ron again, however, when Percy finally noticed he was holding himself up.
"No fair cheating," he growled, then viciously kicked Ron's shaking leg, causing him to lose his grip. Harry was sure he heard a sharp crack as Ron began to let out a cry of pain but was harshly cut off as the silver noose was once again tightly around his neck, cutting off his air.
Harry's temper flared at this and for the first time, didn't care if he hurt Percy.
"Why did you do that?" he shouted, glaring hatefully at the elder Weasley.
"What are you going to do?" Percy asked haughtily. "You can't kill me, because he'll surely die. This spell won't go away just because I do, I am the only one who can get him down."
Harry cocked his head to one side, considering what Percy had said for a split second, before coming to a decision.
Harry felt a startling rush of power flood through him and for a moment, felt stronger than ever before in his life. It faded almost as quickly as it came, however, and Harry didn't give it a second thought as he raised his wand at Percy. He glanced quickly at Ron, who was slowly losing consciousness from the lack of air, before speaking.
"Let him down now," he said evenly "or I'll make you."
"You don't have the power to make me do anything," Percy sneered. He opened his mouth to speak again but Harry didn't give him the chance.
"Imperio!" he yelled feeling the tingling sensation caused by the power of the curse running through his wand and watched the beam of light that erupted from its tip.
Percy's insufferable look of confidence faltered entirely for the first time since he had stopped Harry and Ron in the hall, but had no time to get out of the way. The curse hit him with great force and he took a step back, before he straightened up, immediately appearing quite at ease with a far off look in his eyes.
"How did you.?" Neville trailed off, looking in awe at Harry, but Harry didn't acknowledge him, just kept his concentration on Percy.
"Let Ron down," he said evenly. Percy turned towards his brother, who was still struggling, though very weakly. He raised his hand that wasn't holding the wand and moved towards Ron's throat. As his fingertips were about to make contact with the silver noose, his brow furrowed darkly and Harry knew he was fighting the curse. Using every ounce of strength he possessed, he concentrated on holding Percy under the curse and after just a few seconds, it worked. Percy seemed to relax again and wrapped his hand around Ron's neck. When he pulled his hand away Ron crumpled to the floor, instantly taking great heaving breaths, gulping in the air, and Percy took a step back, the glow on his hand fading.
Harry fought the urge to run to his friend's side. He needed to take care of Percy first and releasing him from the curse was out of the question. After a quick glance around the room he spoke to Percy again.
"Sit down in the chair."
Percy walked slowly to the chair Harry had been in earlier and lowered himself into it. Neville, catching on to what Harry was intending to do, stepped around to the other side of Percy.
"Give Neville your wand."
Percy obligingly handed it over and as soon as Neville had it, he conjured ropes out of the air, tying Percy's wrists just as Harry's had been. He did the same to his ankles, just in case he tried to use the glass on the floor. When Percy was securely tied up, Harry lowered his wand and flew to Ron's side, failing to notice the strange smirk Neville was giving him.
Ron was leaning up against the wall, too weak to move and taking long deep breaths. His skin was paler than Harry had ever seen it, and his lips had taken on a blue tinge. The worst was his neck, the skin was blistered and bleeding from the heat of whatever the silver light actually was.
"He tried to kill me." Ron croaked, unable to meet Harry's eyes. His throat was so hoarse it sounded nothing like him. Harry was filled with such grief for his friend it was almost unbearable, he tried to look reassuringly at him.
"Ron, don't think about it right now, we will find out what's going on, I promise you. But right now we have to get you to the hospital wing."
Ron stared across the room at his brother, who was sitting in the chair, unmoving. Percy hadn't made a sound since Harry had lifted the Imperius Curse. His eyes watered and he screwed up his face tightly; Harry looked away, knowing that Ron didn't want him to see him like this and an awkward silence fell over the room.
After a few moments, Neville slowly walked over near the door before turning to Harry.
"I have to leave now, will you be able to get him to the hospital wing alright?
Harry stood up quickly, looking at Neville.
"Leaving? Why? You need to go to the hospital wing too, I saw you limping before."
"No, I'm fine," Neville replied, cutting him off. "Ron's leg is broken though, so if you can't get him there I can make a stretcher for you."
Harry's jaw dropped, now that the immediate threat had passed it was truly dawning on him that Neville had been using a great many spells that evening, which he probably shouldn't know how to do. The fact that it was Neville, the student that was always last to catch on in any lesson except Herbology, made it even stranger. He eyed him suspiciously for the first time that night.
"What's going on Neville? It's obvious you know something I don't."
Neville met his gaze, seeming to consider what he should say.
"There's really nothing I can tell you Harry, nothing you'll understand anyway."
"Try me."
"I can't!" Neville shouted then blushed, self-consciously. He spoke again, controlling his voice. "I'm sorry, I truly am, but I really can't say anything and I have to go. Don't tell anyone I was here."
"What?" Harry asked, now his turn to shout. "How can I not? What am I going to say about.?"
"Tell them Wormtail freed you," Neville replied.
Harry's eyes widened in astonishment and his stomach twisted.
"How did you.who told you about Wormtail?" he whispered.
He watched as Neville grimaced, realizing his mistake.
"Look, if I were you I'd be more worried about getting him to the hospital wing," Neville said, gesturing towards Ron. "And getting some help for Percy."
Harry's head was spinning from all the unanswered questions he had, but Neville was right, Ron needed medical attention quite badly, his breathing still hadn't gone back to normal and the color wasn't returning to his face. Before he could answer Neville had conjured up a stretcher and began to lift Ron's crumpled form onto it.
The two of them looked at each other again, and finally Harry nodded. He pulled out his wand and took control over the stretcher.
"Thank you," Neville replied, then quickly hurried through the door.
Harry didn't waste any time, he glanced at Percy once more, who still hadn't moved or spoken, before nudging the stretcher forward. He edged it carefully through the door, not wanting to jar it against anything. When he was completely out of the room, he closed the door gently behind him, before heading directly towards the hospital wing.
Ron was lying motionless on his side; his eyes barely open. Harry could see they were very red and puffy and his heart went out to his friend. He was going to find out what had been done to Percy no matter what. Whoever had done this had put Ron through more pain than he ever could have deserved, mentally and physically.
Suddenly Ron doubled over and began coughing violently. Harry stopped moving, coming around to his side, waiting for the fit to subside. When at last he stopped, Ron slumped back into a semi-conscious state, his hand that he'd brought up to his face now hanging over the edge of the stretcher. Harry's stomach lurched when he saw it was splattered with blood. Needing no medical knowledge to realize how bad this was, he began moving again, as fast as he could without fear of crashing the stretcher into something.
As he neared the hospital wing at last, he heard voices from around the corner to the hallway he was in. He stopped just long enough to make sure they were people he recognized, before rushing forward again, anxious to get care for Ron.
When he made the last turn, he saw Sirius deep in conversation with Remus just outside the hospital wings just as he expected, and called out to them.
"Sirius, Remus!" he yelled, cautious to keep the stretcher steady. The two men looked up towards the sound of Harry's voice, and both of their eyes instantly fell on Ron.
"He needs help," Harry said, realizing his voice was beginning to shake. The strain of everything that had happened that evening was starting to set in and he was afraid he might break down, something he didn't want anyone to see.
Remus had already come up next to him, taking control of the stretcher and whisking it away into the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Sirius asked, sounding very concerned and looking directly at his godson.
"Too much to explain right here." Harry said, now fighting against the misery inside and straining to keep his voice even. The true realization of how close to death Ron had come was now fully affecting him, and he quickly averted his eyes.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it, and nodded at Harry.
"Let's let Madam Pomfrey have a look at you," he said after a moment. "I'll go inform Dumbledore we've found you."
Harry nodded, feeling numb, and followed his godfather into the hospital wing. So they had been looking for him, he realized he didn't have any idea how long they'd been gone, but didn't dwell on it too long. Sirius led him to the nearest bed, and told him to wait there, before drawing the curtains around him.
Harry listened to the sound of his godfather's retreating footsteps and sighed heavily. He lay back on the bed, not bothering to change, and waited.
A short while later, just as he was beginning to doze, Harry heard someone outside the curtains. There were at least two people, speaking in hushed tones, too low for him to make out what they were saying. He kept his eyes shut and lay very still, until he heard one set of footsteps retreating, and the curtains were gently slid open.
"I think he's sleeping," came Madam Pomfrey's hushed whisper as Harry felt her step up next to him.
"Unfortunately this is one occasion where we can't let him stay that way. We must know what happened to both he and Mr. Weasley this evening."
Harry opened his eyes and pushed himself into an upright position, upon hearing Dumbledore's voice.
"Is Ron alright?" he asked with undisguised worry. He could see now that Dumbledore's expression was very grim, which was decidedly a bad sign as far as Harry was concerned.
"He is sleeping," Dumbledore replied, not really answering the question. "It would be a great help to us if you could explain where you've been for the last four hours and what happened during that time."
"Four hours? How did you know we were missing?" Harry asked, thinking everything had happened so fast; it hadn't seemed that long to him.
"Miss Granger and Miss Weasley came to my office looking for you, saying you were anxious to speak with me regarding a letter you received. They were wondering why you hadn't returned. They're both here now, by Mr. Weasley's bed."
Harry looked down guiltily, wondering how he was going to explain this with Ginny there. He had no idea how to tell them what Percy had done in a gentle way.
"Can we go see him?" Harry asked, sliding off the bed, anxious to see for himself that Ron was okay.
"Yes, everyone is waiting for you there," Dumbledore replied. Harry followed the headmaster back to the area that Snape had been kept in while he was ill. 'Everyone' included Sirius, Remus, McGonagall, Hermione and Ginny.
They were all surrounding Ron's sleeping form, Hermione and Ginny seated, the others standing. When they heard them approaching, both girls stood up.
"What happened?" Hermione barely whispered, looking at Harry through puffy red eyes. Ginny's were the same, and she looked pleadingly to him for an explanation. It was almost too much for him to bear, but he forced himself forward. Looking at his best friend's still form, his eyes started to well up and he had to duck his head.
Ron was not looking the least bit better. His skin was still very pale and clammy and his breathing was very uneven. The burns covering his throat had been cleaned, but they were not healed.
Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked to see Sirius standing next to him, trying to look reassuring.
"Aren't we going to give him something?" Harry asked weakly, turning his gaze on Dumbledore. "He doesn't look any different from when I brought him in."
Dumbledore looked sadly back at Harry.
"We have tried to treat his wounds, internal and external. As of now, nothing has worked."
Harry felt his insides run cold and could do little more than stare at Dumbledore in horror. Ginny, however, was not at a loss for words.
"Well we can't just give up! There's got to be something that can help him! A potion or a spell.something!" she shouted, beside herself with worry.
Dumbledore turned to Ginny and spoke to her gently.
"My dear I assure you we are not giving up, what we need right now is to find out exactly what happened to your brother. Possibly we can figure out a suitable treatment if we know the cause of his ailments."
Ginny nodded and began to turn back to Ron, when she seemed to suddenly think of something.
"Percy!" she yelled causing Harry to jump. He wondered frantically how she knew about him when she continued quickly.
"We have to tell him, he'll want to know what happened since he's here!"
Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes we should have someone fetch him, I would assume he's in his quarters."
"He is," Harry cut him off, sighing weakly. He wanted nothing less than to have to say what was coming next.
Every pair of eyes settled on him.
"How do you know?" Remus asked.
Harry took a deep breath fixing his gaze on his hands.
"Because."
He looked up at Ron's pale features.
"Because he's the one who did this," he finished, almost whispering.
He looked around the room, not sure he wanted to see their reactions. Ginny began sobbing, and Hermione was speechless with shock. Remus went to Ginny and gently eased her into her chair. He began trying to calm her down. Sirius' expression was mixed with shock and anger, he knew what had been happening with Percy to some extent, but never believed it would come to this.
"You said he is definitely still in his quarters?" Dumbledore asked just as Harry was turning to look at him.
"Yes.well he should be," Harry said quietly. "I had to.um.tie him to a chair, to stop him." he trailed off, looking down at his hands again.
"Will you tell us what happened Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry nodded, thinking at least he wouldn't have to explain this more than once. Everyone who would want to know was already there. He began to tell them everything starting with the run in with Percy on their way to the headmaster's office and how his spell had no effect after he put Ron in the body bind. For half an hour he talked without interruption of what was said in Percy's quarters, and how he left them both bound as he went to fetch something. When he came to where Neville showed up, however, he hesitated.
"What is it Harry?" Sirius when his godson stopped speaking.
"Um.nothing," he shook his head, "nothing, just trying to remember correctly."
He began talking again, simply replacing Neville's name with Wormtail's, deciding that was the only believable lie, but hating himself for not telling them the truth. He was going to speak to Neville about this the second he got him alone, and find out what was going on.
Since Wormtail didn't carry a wand he had to change some of the story, saying that since Percy couldn't see him he was able to swipe their wands from his robes. When he told about the silver balls of light Percy sent at them he said they dodged them. He was sure to include the fact that none of his spells had any effect on Percy besides seeming to give him more energy.
When he began explaining how Percy had pulled Ron to him and left him pinned to the wall by his neck, unable to breathe, he almost couldn't continue. It was hard enough to relive the experience without hearing the quiet sobs of Ron's girlfriend and sister. Harry had never felt so guilty in his life. He had the strength to stop Percy from the start, and by waiting, had almost lost his best friend, might still lose him, if a treatment couldn't be found.
He continued and told them how Percy had asked again about Cho, and still didn't explain what he really wanted to know. When he got to the part about Percy breaking Ron's leg, and feeling the anger and power surge through him, he stopped again. Until that moment, he hadn't thought about the fact that he had used an unforgivable curse, only that he was saving his friend.
"Harry?" Sirius asked again, "Are you alright?"
Harry looked into his godfather's eyes; he could see the raw concern in them, the love he felt for him, and couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of relief. He nodded slowly before speaking again.
"I used the Imperius Curse on him." he said, then continued quickly, "I'm really sorry, I just couldn't think of."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dumbledore cut him off gently. "What you did, was save Mr. Weasley's life, and for that you should be commended."
Harry smiled weakly at the headmaster, and hoped that was what he truly had done. He finished by telling how he had Percy let Ron down, and tied him to the chair before taking the curse off him.
"Then I just brought Ron here," he said, looking up as he ended. He looked around the room at each person in turn before turning to Dumbledore.
"So, does that help at all? Can we figure out a treatment for Ron?" he asked anxiously, sitting tensely in his chair.
"Let us hope so, Harry. I promise we will work on this as fast as we can."
"Well," Harry started, not wanting to sound ungrateful, "how long will."
He stopped talking abruptly and everyone looked up as the doors to the room swung open loudly.
Harry was somewhat surprised to see Hagrid step into the room, followed closely by Professor Gazten. The two of them headed directly for the headmaster.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore began, lightly, "What can we do for you?" It was obvious he hadn't expected Hagrid to make an appearance this evening.
"Fergive me Professor Dumbledore, sir, but I think Allison here c'n help yeh's."
Dumbledore gave Hagrid a piercing look, before speaking.
"Help us how?"
"Well," Hagrid began, shuffling his feet nervously. He was more twice Dumbledore's size and he still couldn't help but behave like a small child in front of him when he was uneasy. "I heard young Mr. Weasley was ill an'."
"Who told you that?" Dumbledore interrupted, sounding stern. He wasn't angry with Hagrid, but the worry on the gentle giant's face was apparent.
Hagrid looked anxiously at Gazten, as if asking her for help, and she took a step forward.
"Headmaster, I knew about what happened to Ron because I felt it," she stated.
Dumbledore considered her carefully for a moment.
"Please explain what you mean, how long did you know about Mr. Weasley's situation and what exactly did you feel."
"I've only known for a short while, no longer than any of you. As for the feeling, that's all I can say, there's no other way to explain it. Please believe me when I say I can help him."
She spoke in a very delicate voice but still managed to sound firm and it was another moment before Dumbledore finally turned again to Hagrid.
"We will need to have a discussion later," was all he said. Hagrid nodded, visibly paling, but held the headmaster's gaze.
"How is it," Sirius spoke up from next to Harry, "that you can be so sure about your ability to help him? We've tried many treatments already that should have worked, but didn't seem to make the slightest difference. The only thing we were able to mend was his leg."
Harry looked at his friend and realized that Ron's leg was back in a normal position. He wondered why that should heal so quickly while all his other injuries didn't respond to the medicines.
"Mr. Black," Gazten said, looking directly at Sirius, "I will give you the explanation for that as best I can, but it is imperative that I treat him first, while there's still time."
"While there's still time?" Hermione asked, worriedly. She hadn't spoken a word during the entire time Harry had told them what happened, which was quite uncharacteristic of her. Her face was very red from all the crying and she looked ready to collapse. Ginny, who was sitting next to her, didn't seem to hear anything. She was numb from the shock of it all, and Harry couldn't help but feel responsible for her current state, she never should have found out like this, someone should have broken it to her gently.
Gazten had walked around to the end of the bed where Ron's head was laying limply on the pillow. She ever so gently ran her finger along the burns on his neck.
"See this?" she asked, looking at Hermione. "I'd bet anything they were not this red before. Most likely not this long either."
Hermione looked at her, uncertainly, and stood up to take a look, Harry did the same.
"You're right," he said flatly, feeling completely defeated. "They weren't like that when he first got them." Gazten nodded knowingly and brushed the hair off of Ron's forehead gently. His skin was very damp and his breathing was much worse.
"Why though?" Remus asked. "What kind of magic would do this, and be resistant to all cures?"
"Not all cures," Gazten replied quickly. "Just the ones you know of. I told you I promise to explain.what I can.but I must treat him first."
"Well how do you intend to do that?" Sirius asked suspiciously eyeing her. "It doesn't look like you've brought anything with you." he trailed off gesturing at her empty hands.
Gazten didn't answer him, merely looked at Dumbledore.
"Will you allow me to help him? I understand your apprehension, but he doesn't have much time, I promise you that."
Dumbledore dropped her gaze to look at Hagrid, who nodded fiercely. He turned back to Gazten.
"I trust Hagrid's judgment, and he most certainly seems to believe in you. Severus speaks highly of you as well, so please, anything you can do to help him would be greatly appreciated."
Gazten bowed her head once then looked around at the others.
"It's important for all of you to understand, whatever you see, don't interfere or it may cost him his life. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded silently, waiting anxiously for what was coming. Harry's stomach was in knots and he had to force himself to stand still.
Gazten slowly moved her hands forward, and placed her fingertips along Ron's shoulder blades. She began massaging them lightly and heat seemed to radiate from the motion. Ron let out a low moan of pain and Ginny looked up sharply, but stayed seated. Then without warning, Gazten swiftly moved her fingers up to his neck, her fingernails grew over two inches as she did so, and she viciously sunk them into the exposed burns.
"What are you doing?" Ginny screamed, jumping from her chair. Her eyes were flashing with rage and her cheeks were flushed. She lunged at Gazten who still hadn't acknowledged her having spoken. Remus moved forward to stop her, but wasn't fast enough.
Harry and Hermione had both stood up, but were rooted to the spot, watching in anxiety and horror, as Ginny grabbed Gazten's wrists, in an effort to pull her away from Ron.
Gazten's eyes fell on Ginny, and for the first time Harry noticed they were again white, the same as they had been when he found her the second day of school, watching over Snape. She inclined her head in the slightest and there was a spark of light from where their skin touched; Ginny was thrown backwards, into Remus.
Now it was Sirius' turn to go for her, but was interrupted before he could take more than one step.
"DON' IN'ERFERE!!" Hagrid bellowed. "You jes saw what happen'd teh Ginny, the same'll happen teh you, an' if we keep this up, she won' be able teh save 'im!"
Sirius was so shocked at having been screamed at by the usually peaceful Hagrid, that he didn't move. He just looked back at Ginny, who was now being helped back up by Remus. Whatever the light was that caused her to let go of Gazten seemed to pacify her as well. She allowed herself to be led back to her seat by Remus, and resumed watching Gazten.
Harry had not taken his eyes off Ron since everything started, except for the moment when Hagrid yelled, but quickly looked back to his friend. He didn't appear to be in the least bit of pain, and that was why he hadn't reacted as Ginny had from the start, Hermione seemed to have noticed as well, and the two of them waited for any reaction from Ron.
Suddenly, Gazten's entire body began to glow softly, until they could no longer see her features it was so bright. Ron was engulfed in the light as well, and Harry had to avert his eyes from the glare, as it was too painful to look at. Slowly, when he felt the light fading, he turned back just in time to see a sight he was completely unprepared for.
Gazten was melting, there was no other way to describe it, she was still featureless and glowing, but they had been able to see her shape clearly until now. Her feet had become one and curled upwards towards her torso, while her head was slumping into her neck. After what felt like hours, she was nothing more than a ball of light, connected to Ron's throat. The light hovered above him for just a moment, before surging forward, flooding his being.
Ron's back arched, but not in any way that appeared painful. Light was emanating from his fingertips and the lacerations on his neck, filling the room with a blinding glow.
Abruptly the light went out, and everyone was still, no one even dared breathe, waiting and watching. It seemed to go on like this forever, and Harry began to worry that something had gone wrong, when Ron's eyes opened suddenly, and a luminescent smoke was released from them.
The smoke accumulated at the foot of the bed, very gradually, before taking on a familiar form. After just a few seconds, Gazten was standing before them, looking perfectly calm and collected. She came around to the side of the bed, next to Harry, who immediately stood up. The two of them leaned over Ron, Hermione doing the same from the other side.
Gazten raised her hand, once again pushing Ron's hair off of his forehead. The bruises on his throat were gone, completely healed. His breathing was back to normal as well, strong and steady. Harry sighed with relief as Ron's eyes fluttered open softly. He squinted at first, allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness, before focusing on his two friends.
"What happened?" he asked, looking from Harry to Hermione. When he noticed Gazten standing over him, he gave her a questioning stare.
Before Harry could answer Ron, Ginny jumped up from her chair, as if she were suddenly released from some sort of hold, and threw her arms awkwardly around her brother. She tried to speak, but was overcome with emotion, and just buried her head in his shirt. Ron tried clumsily to sit up, Ginny refusing to let go of him, and settled for leaning on his elbows. He looked inquiringly at Harry, nodding towards his sister. He didn't remember, Harry realized, hoping he wouldn't have to explain everything again.
"How are you feeling Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, stepping to the foot of the bed.
"Er.fine, thank you," Ron replied uncertainly. "Can one of you tell me what happened? Why is everyone staring at me? Why am I in the hospital wing? Where's Madam Pomfrey?"
Dumbledore looked curiously at Ron, then turned his gaze to Gazten.
"No he didn't lose his memory," she said, reading his thoughts, "It's coming."
Harry found that statement to be quite strange, 'it's coming' as if it were catching up or something. He began to ask Gazten why Ron hadn't just remembered right away, when his thoughts were interrupted.
"Percy." Ron whispered, his eyes saddening. He shut them tightly, pulling Ginny closer to him; she still wouldn't let go.
"What's going to happen to my brother?" Ron asked, opening his eyes and looking to the headmaster.
"We need to send someone to get him quickly," Gazten spoke up before Dumbledore could reply, earning her glares from Sirius and Remus.
"Anxious to avoid the explanation you promised us?" Sirius asked, eyeing her pointedly.
"Not at all," Gazten replied, "anxious to see what we can find out from Percy before whoever controlled him wipes his memory."
"Aren't you being a little presumptuous?" Remus asked. "We have no proof Percy was being controlled and can't be sure of anything until we."
"His abusive behavior towards people he's always cared about and the knowledge of magic that he's never been shown and should have no access to means one of two things. Either he's sided against his family and therefore all of us, or he's being controlled."
"I'm curious," Dumbledore spoke calmly, "how is it you know anything of what Percy said or did? I can't recall you being present for Mr. Potter's explanation to the rest of us."
Gazten's eyes shifted to Ron, who was following the discussion intently, before looking back to the headmaster. She sighed almost inaudibly before continuing.
"By healing young Mr.Weasley, I was able to absorb his thoughts and memories. Reliving them in a way, I experienced the same feelings and emotions that he felt."
"What do you mean?" Sirius interrupted. "Every memory he's ever had?"
"No, just the most recent ones, the ones he felt when his injuries occurred. I'm not a mind reader, and can't decide what I feel and what I don't."
"That still doesn't tell us how you did it," Sirius replied.
"Because we're wasting time!" she replied loudly. "I don't think you understand how important it is that we get to Percy before someone else does!"
"Is he in danger?" Harry asked, concerned. Even after what Percy had done, he didn't want to see him hurt. He agreed with Gazten in that he wasn't acting on his own.
"He may be," Gazten replied.
"Well we have to go get him!" Ron said pushing his covers off hurriedly.
"Whoa, hold on!" Remus said, taking one of Ron's arms. "You need to stay here and rest."
"I feel fine!" Ron said quickly. "Better than I have all day as a matter of fact, but if someone's controlling Percy and now they're going to hurt him we have to get him out of there!"
"He's right," Harry said before anyone else could speak, "He's tied to a chair, and doesn't have a wand."
"Remus and I will get Percy," Sirius said gently to Ron. "I promise you he'll be okay with us."
"I want to talk to him," Ron said suddenly. "I need to see if."
"Mr. Weasley, you will be able to speak with him, soon enough," Dumbledore spoke. "Sirius, I want you and Remus to bring Percy to my office, I will want to examine him myself."
Sirius and Remus nodded, and set off towards the door.
"Professor Gazten," he continued. "I would like to speak with you as well. I am most grateful for what you did this evening and as Hagrid seems to have great trust in you," he said glancing towards the half- giant standing silently by the door, "I am glad to have you here. I will want to hear much more about where you are from, but unfortunately we will have to talk tomorrow, I'm sure you understand?"
"Of course," she replied, bowing her head, "we need to find out all we can from Percy right now."
Dumbledore nodded, then turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, you said Percy didn't have his wand, I expect you have it then?"
Harry began to nod, before remembering he had Percy give the wand to Neville. He tried to think fast, not wanting to lie to Dumbledore, but having no choice.
"I did have it, but I must've put it down." was all he could come up with. He kept his eyes firmly pointed towards the ground.
Dumbledore observed Harry carefully, waiting patiently for him to continue. Before Harry could go on, Gazten spoke.
"I think you gave it to Ron," she said looking into Harry's eyes.
"I don't think I." he began but trailed off as Ron began fishing around in his robes. The look of surprise on his face when he produced the wand was equal to the look of confusion on Harry's.
"Why did you put it in my pocket?" Ron asked, baffled. Harry shook his head and shrugged.
"I must've done it without thinking, because I don't remember it."
He looked to Gazten curiously, if she had Ron's memories, how could she know it was in his pocket, when he didn't even know it?
For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore was thinking the same thing, but instead of questioning her as Harry expected, he simply nodded.
"May I have the wand, Mr. Weasley?" he asked.
Ron took one more look at his brother's wand, before carefully handing it to the headmaster.
"Thank you, I will send Madam Pomfrey in to have another look at you, but if you are as well as you appear to be, I'm sure she will let you go back to your tower for the night."
Ron nodded gratefully, clearly very anxious to get out of the hospital wing.
"I will have dinner brought up to you as well, none of you is to go anywhere except straight to your common room when you leave here. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, as Dumbledore was looking to him when he spoke. He wondered, briefly, if things were coming to a point when he would never be allowed to walk the halls without an escort, but shook the negative thoughts from his head. Now that Ron was alright, he wanted very badly to find out who Gazten really was. Even Dumbledore wanted to know more about her abilities, which he found surprising. He knew the headmaster didn't have an answer for everything, but he still wasn't used to seeing him mystified about anything.
"I must be getting back to my office now," Dumbledore spoke again. "I'm sure Sirius and Remus will be on their way there. Please take care to be cautious, all of you."
"Professor?" Ron asked quickly, and the headmaster turned to him once more.
"After I speak with Percy tonight, I will let you ask him what you wish tomorrow. For now, try not to think too much on it." He looked at Ron almost sadly, before turning away, and leaving the room.
"I'm going to be on my way as well," Gazten said, softly. "Madam Pomfrey will be here shortly, please just wait here until then."
Harry nodded, trying to bite his tongue and not ask any questions of her. She had promised to speak with Dumbledore and for now that was good enough for him, all he wanted was to get out of the hospital wing. He could see by the looks on his friends' faces they felt the same. So he watched in silence as Gazten spoke quietly with Hagrid, before the two of them exited the room.
Harry sat down in one of the chairs next to the bed and sighed lightly. This had been one of the worst Halloween's of his life, and he was grateful they had all made it through alive. As he glanced around the room at his friends, he wished Cho were there with them, when suddenly it hit him. He had completely forgot to mention the letter to Dumbledore.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked, catching the dismayed expression on his friend's face.
"The whole reason we left the common room," Harry began mournfully "and got into this whole mess, was to tell Dumbledore about Cho's letter, and what with everything that happened, I never mentioned it!" He threw up his hands in disgust.
Hermione, who had been uncharacteristically silent for most of the evening, spoke up then.
"Well it will have to wait until tomorrow, there's no way we're going wandering through the halls now, especially after we just promised Dumbledore we'd go straight to the tower."
Harry knew she was right, and nodded dejectedly. He felt it was very important to tell the headmaster about the ministry lying to him, but decided that he probably wouldn't be contacting them right away at least, even to report Percy. Dumbledore would most definitely send for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley first, so there was still some time left. He would just have to go when he woke up, first thing. No sense in putting it off past that.
For the first time that night he heard his stomach rumbling, and realized how hungry he was. He hoped Madam Pomfrey would hurry.
"You know," Hermione spoke again, "I have quite a few questions about Professor Gazten. It seems the only person who knows anything about her is Hagrid, and he obviously hasn't shared any of his knowledge with Dumbledore."
"I'm definitely with you on that one Hermione," Harry said. "It's so unlike Hagrid to keep things from Dumbledore. I seem to recall him being horrible at keeping secrets."
"Well we don't know how much he knows or how much he's kept to himself," Ron pointed out. "The question is who do we ask? We can go to Gazten herself, try to get information from Hagrid, or wait until Dumbledore speaks with her and then try and get him to tell us."
"We can ask Dumbledore later, I want to find out about Percy first," Ginny spoke up. She had been sitting next to Ron, holding his right hand in both of hers, silently. Harry was almost relieved to hear her talk.
"That's true," Ron said. "We can speak to Dumbledore about everything tomorrow. Cho's letter, Percy's behavior and Gazten's abilities." He paused for a moment, seeming to consider something, before going on. "Did anyone else think it was weird she knew I had the wand? I mean if she had my memories.why wouldn't I remember it?"
"I was thinking the same thing!" Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison, then looked at each other, grinning.
"Dumbledore must've realized that too," Hermione continued, looking serious again.
"I thought so, but then he didn't say anything," Harry replied.
"You can't remember putting the wand in Ron's pocket at all?" Hermione asked him. Harry began to shake his head no, when Ron spoke.
"You know, now that I think about it, didn't you have Percy give it to Neville?"
Harry shut his eyes tightly, cringing inwardly. He hadn't even thought about trying to warn Ron not to say anything, but now it was too late.
"So," Ron continued, oblivious to Harry or the strange looks he was receiving from Hermione and Ginny. "That means Gazten must've lied, right?" He looked up at everyone then and realized something wasn't right. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Gazten isn't the only one who lied," Hermione said quietly.
"Huh?"
Harry lifted his eyes to meet Ron's gaze.
"I didn't tell them about Neville." he trailed off, wishing he had a better explanation then the one he was about to give them.
Ron stared at him a few more seconds, before his eyes shown with recognition, and he inhaled sharply.
"Oh.Harry, I forgot.sorry." he muttered.
Both Ginny and Hermione whirled towards Ron now.
"Forgot?" Ginny asked. "Will one of you please start explaining?" She sounded more annoyed than angry.
"Look I'm really sorry, but he made me promise," Harry began.
"Wait," Hermione interrupted. "Start from the beginning, was Neville actually there at any point during your encounter with Percy?"
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Okay, so tell us what happened from when he first arrived, and then you can give us your explanation."
She sat back and folded her arms against her chest, Ginny doing the same. Neither of them were going to let this slide. Harry sighed in resignation, and was thankful this hadn't happened while Dumbledore was still present. As quickly as possible, he retold the story from when Neville had freed them, being sure to include the magic he used that he probably shouldn't have known, and how he had made Percy give him his wand.
"Then he made me promise not to tell anyone he was there." Harry finished, waiting for their response.
"Don't you think this is something Dumbledore should be aware of?" Hermione asked. "I mean, not only was Percy using strange magic, but Neville, who can barely learn the simplest of spells, being able to defend against it. From the way you explained it, he seemed to be expecting what Percy did, some of it at least."
"Hermione, trust me, I want to tell Dumbledore about it, very badly. But I promised Neville I wouldn't, and I'm not going to break my word. I just want a chance to ask him about it, when we have time to talk. Then if he still won't tell me anything, I'll let him know that I'll have to tell Dumbledore about it.
Hermione looked into Harry's eyes for a long moment, before finally nodding.
"Just talk to him soon, alright? Preferably before we speak with Dumbledore tomorrow."
Harry smiled, and was about to reply, when Ginny stood up suddenly.
"I'm sorry Harry, but we have to tell someone now, if Neville's powers are connected to Percy's it will help us help him. I'm going to speak with Dumbledore now."
Her jaw was set and she looked very adamant. Harry could do nothing but stare at her in shock, and it was only when she moved to pass him that he was jarred into motion. He stood up and jumped in front of her.
"Please, Ginny. Just wait one day. That's all I'm asking!" He pleaded.
"I didn't make any promises to Neville, Harry," she replied stubbornly, her eyes dark.
"But I did! And I couldn't agree with you more, any information that will help Percy I definitely want to make sure Dumbledore has it. But if we tell everyone now, and Neville finds out, as he most certainly will when they want to question him, he'll know I was the one to tell. He might not give the information we need either. Please, let's just try it my way, just until tomorrow." he trailed off, looking at her, asking with his eyes, willing her to say yes.
The sound of approaching footsteps made everyone look up, as the doors were pushed open and Madam Pomfrey entered the room. She looked very pale as she crossed to Ron's bed, stopping just next to him.
"Well Mr. Weasley, I see you've made quite a recovery this evening," she said, sounding distant. It was quite obvious her mind was elsewhere.
Ron nodded emphatically and smiled.
"I feel fine," he proclaimed, "really, just great! Can I go back to the tower tonight?" he asked hopefully.
She looked at him skeptically for a moment, before replying.
"I'll need to check you over first, then we'll see how well you are."
The others watched as Madam Pomfrey went through her usual routine, which Harry had come to know all too well. He kept glancing uncertainly at Ginny, who still retained the same stubborn look, hoping she wouldn't decide to just blurt it out. When Madam Pomfrey finished at last, she stepped back, her brow etched in a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Well, what's the verdict?" Ron asked anxiously.
"When you were first brought in tonight," she began, "I would've been surprised to see you leave in less than a month, now here you are, right as rain. It's like nothing I've ever seen before."
"So.I can go then?" Ron prompted.
She sighed lightly before shaking her head once in awe.
"Yes, I really see no reason to keep you."
Ron immediately began to swing his legs to the side.
"But!" she continued loudly, causing him to stop and look at her. "If you feel anything, no matter what it is, I don't care if it's the smallest of discomforts, I want you back here, is that clear?" she asked with a stern look.
Ron, wanting only to leave, nodded quickly.
"Promise," he said, grinning. He hopped off the bed quickly and headed straight for the door. Harry, Hermione and Ginny went with him silently, and only after they were out of the hospital wing completely did the conversation resume.
"Thank you for not saying anything," Harry said, looking sideways at Ginny, who was walking to his right.
"I never said I wanted to tell her, I want to speak with Dumbledore," she replied curtly.
"Ginny?" Ron asked gently. He waited until she looked up at him before continuing. "I agree that we have to tell Dumbledore."
"See?" Ginny said, looking back to Harry and gesturing towards her brother.
"Wait," Ron continued. "I agree he has to be told, but Harry's right too. If Neville will talk to us then we really should get whatever we can from him. We'll just let him know we can't continue to keep his secret."
"But." Ginny began.
"Please Ginny? You heard Dumbledore anyway, we're to go straight to our common room, nowhere else."
"Like that's ever stopped you before." she muttered. After a moment's thought, she continued.
"Alright, but just until tomorrow."
"Thanks Ginny!" Harry smiled. He looked at her happily and saw her cheeks flush. She quickly averted her eyes and let her hair drop over the side of her face so he couldn't see her blushing.
"Well, now that that's settled," Hermione began, "Who wants to take a guess as to why Gazten was lying tonight?"
"I've been dying to talk to her all night," Harry replied. "But couldn't because it would've meant telling about Neville in front of Dumbledore. Though I have no idea why she would lie for him too. If Ron remembered Neville being there, she must've too."
"Maybe she's helping Neville," Ron suggested. "He knew an awful lot of strange magic tonight."
"So did Percy," Hermione pointed out. "She could be helping him too."
"Then I don't see why she helped me keep Neville's presence a secret," Harry said. "If she was the reason behind Percy's behavior, there would've been no reason to."
"Unless she's trying to throw you off, make you think she wants to help," Ginny said.
Harry shook his head in disgust. He was entirely fed up with having to be so careful with who he trusted. If someone seemed to be a friend, he wanted to believe them, not analyze everything they said and did before deciding if he could trust them.
"As of this moment," he began, "the only way we have of finding out anything is through Neville. We know he's on our side, and if he tells us Gazten has been helping him, that will at least let us know she is too. Dumbledore is going to find out about her powers tomorrow, and we can ask about that when we go to see him."
"I don't think she's helping Percy in any case," Ron commented. "If she were, I would think she would've tried to be the one to see him first, rather than let Remus and Sirius go. She seemed pretty sure someone was going to try something on him." he trailed off, looking worried again.
"He'll be alright," Hermione said quickly, looping her arm through Ron's reassuringly. "Don't worry. Sirius and Remus are great wizards, they'll be able to get him to Dumbledore safely, and we all know there's no one more powerful in this school then him."
Ron smiled weakly at her, nodding slightly.
"I know, I'll just feel better when I know for sure.I hate wondering."
The four of them continued on in silence, and it wasn't long until they reached the portrait of the fat lady. Hermione gave the password, and the all filed inside. Some students were still milling around, but most had gone to sleep. As it wasn't a school night, and after the scare at Hogsmeade, it was very understandable that not everyone would be asleep.
They headed for their corner and found dinner had already been set out for them, along with the usual Halloween treats.
"Well I guess we missed the feast this year," Ron said, scooping potatoes onto his plate.
"I bet it wasn't much fun anyway," Harry said, "after what happened at Hogsmeade." he trailed off. He wondered briefly what happened to Marzia. She hadn't been with Sirius this evening, but he didn't see her anywhere in the hospital wing. When he saw Sirius the next day, he would have to ask him.
It didn't take long for the four of them to devour the meal, as they were all ravenous from not eating since breakfast. Harry sat back in his chair, contented and stuffed.
"I.I don't th-think I can stay up any more." Ron yawned. He lifted his arms into the air, stretching, before slumping back into his chair.
"You're exhausted," Hermione laughed. "Get some sleep, so we can have breakfast early and find Neville. I want to talk to him as soon as possible."
"Let me talk to him first, okay?" Harry asked. "I don't want him to know I told you yet."
Hermione nodded.
"Alright, but just try to tell him soon."
"I have no plans for dragging this out," Harry replied smiling.
"G-good night guys," Ron said, trying to stifle another yawn.
"Good night Ron," Ginny said. "I think I'm gonna head up too."
"Same with me," Hermione said, then looked at Harry.
"I'm just going to sit here a bit longer," he said meeting her gaze. "I'm not incredibly tired, surprisingly. Don't worry I won't stay too long," he added, seeing her give him a pointed look.
She shook her head with a bemused grin on her face, and stood up. Saying good night to each other, the three friends headed to their dorms, leaving Harry in his chair.
He didn't have any particular reason for staying up, just wasn't tired enough to sleep. The events of the day were playing over and over in his head, but no answers presented themselves. The only thing he was accomplishing was stirring up more feelings of worry within him. There were just too many things that he didn't know, and wasn't sure even Dumbledore knew, that had to be addressed. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake by not going to Dumbledore about the letter he received from Cho after he forgot earlier. She was obviously in trouble if she had to leave the ministry, and he could only pray she'd be alright until he found her, something he had every intention of doing, with or without help. He didn't think Dumbledore would say no to finding her though, all he had to do was get things going.
Harry sat for over an hour, thinking in circles and giving himself a headache, before finally giving up and deciding to turn in. He stood up slowly, stretching, before looking around the now empty common room, and heading for the door to the dorms. As he reached out his hand to grasp the doorknob, he heard a soft click from behind him and looked over his shoulder to see the portrait hole swinging open slowly.
Harry forced himself to take a deep breath through the thick gag in an effort to calm down. His stomach was knotted with worry over Percy's strange behavior. He wished he had some clue as to what he was looking for, but both times they spoke, it seemed he expected Harry would already know, and accused him of lying. Another worry that kept running through his mind was Ron, would Percy harm his own brother? If he wasn't thinking straight, as he clearly wasn't, Harry believed there was a definite possibility.
After a few minutes of struggling helplessly against his restraints, he gave up and looked around the room. As his eyes swept over the shelf Percy had been standing at only moments earlier, he looked away from the sickening blood smears on the wall and caught sight of the broken shards of glass strewn all over the floor. Most of the pieces were too far away, as he couldn't budge the heavy chair, but a few of them had landed relatively close to where he was sitting.
Stretching forward with his right leg, Harry began to fumble over the shards, trying desperately to bring one of them closer. The smaller bits shattered the second he put even the lightest amount of pressure on them, and he was running out of pieces, when at last he was able to draw one closer to him, using the tip of his foot. Ever so gently, he prodded it across the floor, until he had brought it directly beneath him. He glanced up again, to see Ron watching him intently, and throwing nervous glances towards the door, which Harry couldn't see as his back was to it. Neither of them knew where Percy was going, or how long it would take for him to return.
Harry took another deep breath, hoping this worked. He used his right foot to slide the glass as close to his left as possible. Then, bending his left ankle towards the floor, and holding the glass in place with his right, was able to get the piece to lay flat on the inner part of his left shoe. Carefully, he began to lift his left leg towards his right hand, sweat running lightly down from his forehead, into his eyes. He blinked several times, ignoring the irritation it caused and just kept moving. At last he was able to bring his foot close enough to his hand, and just barely grasped it using the tips of his fingers.
When he lowered his leg, he heard Ron let out a muffled sigh of relief through the gag in his mouth. He tried to look at him reassuringly, before shifting the glass in his hand to get a firmer grip. Carefully he set the tip of it against the ropes, and began swiping it back and forth. Since his movement was so very limited, the process was slow and tedious.
Harry had barely managed to cut through just one strand of rope, however, when he heard a noise that made his heart sink. The lock on the door clicked open, and someone entered the room.
Harry tried to turn and see who had come in, but couldn't budge in the slightest to see over the high back of the chair. He looked at Ron, whose eyes were very wide and Harry couldn't tell if he was scared or confused. He heard soft footsteps coming closer to him, and saw a shadow fall across the floor, stopping just behind the chair he was in. For a brief moment, which felt like ages, Harry held his breath, waiting for whatever the person was going to do to him. He felt the ropes around him tighten slightly, and he closed his eyes, when suddenly the cords went slack, and slipped down around his middle, loosely. Still unable to turn around as his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, he waited, confused and hopeful, before the person finally stepped into view.
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, if he had been able to speak he wasn't sure he even could've. The person leaned forward and untied the gag from behind Harry's head, then pulled it out of his mouth.
Harry began coughing immediately, his throat very dry from the rag that had been stuffed down it. When the small fit subsided, he looked at the person currently working at the bonds on his right wrist.
"Neville.how?" was all he managed to ask in a hoarse voice.
"No time Harry," Neville replied urgently. "Percy's on his way back now. We have to hurry."
"He's on his way back? Do you know where he's coming from or what he went to get?" Harry asked as Neville finally freed his wrist. He got to work on his left arm while Neville went to Ron, and pulled out his gag.
"All I know is he's coming, I can't explain anything to you, we just have to get out of here."
Harry stood up having finished untying his other wrist, and went over to help with Ron. When he was free, Neville immediately turned and headed for the door.
"What about our wands?" Ron asked, standing up.
"Do you really want to wait here until he's back?" Neville asked, looking over his shoulder at Ron.
"We need to get to Dumbledore and explain what's happened," Harry spoke up, he had so many questions racing through his brain that it was giving him a headache. But he knew now was not a good time to sit down and have a discussion. He started towards Neville, and Ron followed.
As he reached for the door however, Neville grabbed his arm roughly and yanked him back. Harry gave him a questioning look, but Neville didn't see it. He pulled out his wand as if ready to attack, all the while taking steps backwards and motioning for Harry and Ron to do the same.
Only seconds later, the door was pulled open and Percy strode arrogantly into the room, his wand in one hand and a small bottle in the other. He stopped dead in his tracks however upon seeing his two captives free from their bonds, and a third person in the room with them.
He stepped forward threateningly as he glared darkly at Neville.
"I don't like unexpected guests," he hissed sounding positively infuriated, then began to raise his wand.
Neville, surprisingly, stood his ground while Harry and Ron waited anxiously for what was coming. He raised his wand quickly, aiming at Percy, and before either of them could warn Neville that spells might not work on Percy, he spoke.
"Accio wands!" he said quickly and the tip of his own wand lit, as Harry and Ron's flew out of the folds of Percy's cloak and into Neville's empty hand. Percy's own wand didn't budge, and he smirked at what he considered a feeble attempt to disarm him.
"You didn't even use the correct spell," he said tauntingly, sneering at Neville who quickly handed the wands back to their owners.
"I used the one I intended to," he replied quietly, returning Percy's gaze evenly.
Harry was so shocked by Neville's complete change in attitude; all he could do was watch in awe. Ron's stunned expression mirrored his own feelings perfectly. This was not the scared, frightened, easily bullied Neville they were used to.
"We'll be on our way now Mr. Weasley," Neville spoke again, politely as possible. Percy didn't reply; his eyes had taken on a glassy appearance as he looked off at something only he could see. His arms had gone lax, and hung lazily at his sides; blood dripped steadily to the floor from his hands and his head was cocked slightly towards his right shoulder. Harry and Ron stepped up next to Neville, exchanging worried glances, before the three of them made a start for the door.
Their movement brought Percy back to himself who immediately straightened his stance and brought his wand up once again, aiming it at Harry.
"You can't leave Potter!" he spat and Harry flinched at having been called that by Percy. "I won't let you, not until I have my answers."
"Tell me what you want to know," Harry said, having no plans of giving Percy any information he wanted. But if he could make him think he would for the time being, it could buy them time to escape. Percy was blocking the only exit.
After a thoughtful silence in which Percy again seemed to glass over, he extended his hand with the bottle towards Harry.
"Now I need you to drink all of this," he said, sounding like he was trying to get a stubborn child to take their medicine.
"What is it?" Ron asked before Harry could speak. He was looking at his brother with both suspicion and sadness now, and Harry felt horrible for his friend. They needed to get help for Percy, as it was quite obvious he wasn't acting of his own accord, at least not entirely.
"Was I speaking to you?" he snarled, turning his wand on Ron.
"Percy, what's gotten into you? You act like I'm your enemy but all I want is to help you!" Ron said, trying to reach his brother.
"If you want to help me convince your friend here to drink this," he replied then looked menacingly at Harry, "or I'll force him to."
Harry glanced at Percy's wand, then at the bottle still extended towards him, before tentatively reaching out and taking it. As he balanced both his wand and the bottle in his hands, he extracted the cork and sniffed the murky looking liquid. The scent that filled his nose was so wonderful, Harry found himself wanting to drink it.
Neville, who had been silent for most of the conversation, spoke suddenly.
"Hey, Harry," he started, sounding as if he were going to ask a question. Harry looked up at him just in time to see him dart forward, snatching the bottle from his grasp. Before anyone could move, he threw it with all his strength, smashing it against the far wall.
Percy's eyes flashed dangerously as he aimed his wand at Neville. He mumbled something that neither Harry nor Ron caught, and a silver ball of light burst from the tip of his wand.
Neville didn't move, seemingly expecting this to happen, he held his wand upright in front of him until the silver light collided with it. The wand turned black as it was silhouetted by the light, which was quickly sucked into it, before it reverted back to its normal color.
Harry and Ron watched in amazement, entirely baffled by what they had just witnessed. Percy, however, smiled gleefully, not the least bit surprised at what Neville had just done.
"Only one more to find then," Percy whispered before lifting his other arm. He flicked his fingers in the slightest and Neville was flung the length of the room. His back hit the wall violently and he slid to the floor amidst the broken glass.
"Neville!" Harry cried as both he and Ron started towards him, but Neville held up a scraped hand, gesturing for them to stay back.
"You have to stop him Harry, all I can do is defend."
"But." Harry began, "what do."
"Look out!" Neville shouted, scrambling to his feet. Harry intuitively ducked, pulling Ron with him, barely missing being hit by another silver ball of light that flew harmlessly over their heads.
He stood up, whirling to face Percy as Neville stepped up beside them, limping slightly.
"Neville," Harry whispered, "you didn't see it, my last spell had no effect on him; it just fizzled out." He fixed his gaze on Percy, trying to prepare himself for anything.
"Try a different one," Neville replied holding his wand upright yet again and catching the next silver ball of light Percy sent at them.
Harry lifted his wand and searched his brain, calling out any spells he could think of that would disarm or immobilize someone, but not hurt. Each spell in turn hit its mark, and promptly fizzled out, unfortunately seeming to give Percy more strength.
"Nothing's working!" Harry cried as Neville continued to catch Percy's spells. He was at a loss for what to do.
"You have to try something more powerful!" Neville said forcefully.
"But I can't hurt him.it's Percy!" Harry said, flinching as another blast of light slammed into Neville's wand.
"This is getting us nowhere," Percy said, sounding annoyed. He raised his empty hand again, and Harry was ready to grab hold of Neville, but instead of flinging one of them backwards, he took hold of Ron in an invisible grasp, and dragged him forward.
Harry and Neville both lunged for him but he was pulled too quickly, despite the fact he was pushing his heels into the floor in an effort to slow his progress.
Percy's outstretched hand had begun to glow the same color as the spell he'd been shooting and as Ron was drawn closer to him he grabbed him harshly by the throat.
Lifting his younger brother into the air using strength he'd never shown, he shoved him ruthlessly against the nearest wall and pulled his hand away. Harry was horrified to see Ron was being choked, hanging by his throat several feet above the floor, by a silver light around his neck. He began to gasp desperately for air, trying frantically to push himself up further, but his shoes kept slipping against the smooth wall. Each time he tried to grasp the light around his throat, it burned red hot, preventing him from keeping his hold.
"Percy!" Harry shouted, tearing his gaze away from Ron's terrified eyes, "What are you doing? He'll die if you don't."
"No!" Percy interrupted loudly, raising a finger. He turned to face Harry, grinning cruelly. "Not because of me. He'll die because of you. If you don't answer my questions, we'll find out exactly how long he can last."
Harry felt sick. His best friend was going to die right in front of him, and he didn't know if he could stop it.
"Percy, please just let him down," Harry said, straining to keep his voice steady, "I'll tell you anything you want just please." he trailed off, glancing again at Ron, "Look at him he can't breathe!" He unconsciously took a step towards his friend wanting very badly to help him.
"You want him down, then answer my question," Percy said sounding far too calm.
"Fine, ask me, what do you want to know?" Harry replied anxiously, trying to figure out how to save Ron. He could see no way out of this and Neville wasn't offering any suggestions either.
"Is Cho the one?" Percy asked in a very low voice.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"You heard me."
Ron was still trying desperately to catch hold of something, and at last was able to catch his left shoe on the smallest of bumps in the wall. He became incredibly still for fear of losing his grip, and greedily gulped in air.
"Right, I meant what do you mean?" Harry replied impatiently. "Is Cho the one what?" He was looking at Percy now, relieved that Ron was okay for the moment, but knew he couldn't hold his stance for long. His leg was already shaking under the strain and he was sweating heavily.
"It would be wise of you to drop this charade and answer my question," Percy hissed.
Harry looked into his eyes, searchingly. They were completely devoid of all emotion; he knew that this Percy truly didn't care about his brother and would let him die without so much as a second thought.
"I swear to you.I'm not lying. I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
"He's telling the truth Percy," Neville spoke up and Percy threw him a dark glare. Harry wondered briefly if Neville was just playing along with him, or if he knew something about what Percy was asking. His attention was drawn back to Ron again, however, when Percy finally noticed he was holding himself up.
"No fair cheating," he growled, then viciously kicked Ron's shaking leg, causing him to lose his grip. Harry was sure he heard a sharp crack as Ron began to let out a cry of pain but was harshly cut off as the silver noose was once again tightly around his neck, cutting off his air.
Harry's temper flared at this and for the first time, didn't care if he hurt Percy.
"Why did you do that?" he shouted, glaring hatefully at the elder Weasley.
"What are you going to do?" Percy asked haughtily. "You can't kill me, because he'll surely die. This spell won't go away just because I do, I am the only one who can get him down."
Harry cocked his head to one side, considering what Percy had said for a split second, before coming to a decision.
Harry felt a startling rush of power flood through him and for a moment, felt stronger than ever before in his life. It faded almost as quickly as it came, however, and Harry didn't give it a second thought as he raised his wand at Percy. He glanced quickly at Ron, who was slowly losing consciousness from the lack of air, before speaking.
"Let him down now," he said evenly "or I'll make you."
"You don't have the power to make me do anything," Percy sneered. He opened his mouth to speak again but Harry didn't give him the chance.
"Imperio!" he yelled feeling the tingling sensation caused by the power of the curse running through his wand and watched the beam of light that erupted from its tip.
Percy's insufferable look of confidence faltered entirely for the first time since he had stopped Harry and Ron in the hall, but had no time to get out of the way. The curse hit him with great force and he took a step back, before he straightened up, immediately appearing quite at ease with a far off look in his eyes.
"How did you.?" Neville trailed off, looking in awe at Harry, but Harry didn't acknowledge him, just kept his concentration on Percy.
"Let Ron down," he said evenly. Percy turned towards his brother, who was still struggling, though very weakly. He raised his hand that wasn't holding the wand and moved towards Ron's throat. As his fingertips were about to make contact with the silver noose, his brow furrowed darkly and Harry knew he was fighting the curse. Using every ounce of strength he possessed, he concentrated on holding Percy under the curse and after just a few seconds, it worked. Percy seemed to relax again and wrapped his hand around Ron's neck. When he pulled his hand away Ron crumpled to the floor, instantly taking great heaving breaths, gulping in the air, and Percy took a step back, the glow on his hand fading.
Harry fought the urge to run to his friend's side. He needed to take care of Percy first and releasing him from the curse was out of the question. After a quick glance around the room he spoke to Percy again.
"Sit down in the chair."
Percy walked slowly to the chair Harry had been in earlier and lowered himself into it. Neville, catching on to what Harry was intending to do, stepped around to the other side of Percy.
"Give Neville your wand."
Percy obligingly handed it over and as soon as Neville had it, he conjured ropes out of the air, tying Percy's wrists just as Harry's had been. He did the same to his ankles, just in case he tried to use the glass on the floor. When Percy was securely tied up, Harry lowered his wand and flew to Ron's side, failing to notice the strange smirk Neville was giving him.
Ron was leaning up against the wall, too weak to move and taking long deep breaths. His skin was paler than Harry had ever seen it, and his lips had taken on a blue tinge. The worst was his neck, the skin was blistered and bleeding from the heat of whatever the silver light actually was.
"He tried to kill me." Ron croaked, unable to meet Harry's eyes. His throat was so hoarse it sounded nothing like him. Harry was filled with such grief for his friend it was almost unbearable, he tried to look reassuringly at him.
"Ron, don't think about it right now, we will find out what's going on, I promise you. But right now we have to get you to the hospital wing."
Ron stared across the room at his brother, who was sitting in the chair, unmoving. Percy hadn't made a sound since Harry had lifted the Imperius Curse. His eyes watered and he screwed up his face tightly; Harry looked away, knowing that Ron didn't want him to see him like this and an awkward silence fell over the room.
After a few moments, Neville slowly walked over near the door before turning to Harry.
"I have to leave now, will you be able to get him to the hospital wing alright?
Harry stood up quickly, looking at Neville.
"Leaving? Why? You need to go to the hospital wing too, I saw you limping before."
"No, I'm fine," Neville replied, cutting him off. "Ron's leg is broken though, so if you can't get him there I can make a stretcher for you."
Harry's jaw dropped, now that the immediate threat had passed it was truly dawning on him that Neville had been using a great many spells that evening, which he probably shouldn't know how to do. The fact that it was Neville, the student that was always last to catch on in any lesson except Herbology, made it even stranger. He eyed him suspiciously for the first time that night.
"What's going on Neville? It's obvious you know something I don't."
Neville met his gaze, seeming to consider what he should say.
"There's really nothing I can tell you Harry, nothing you'll understand anyway."
"Try me."
"I can't!" Neville shouted then blushed, self-consciously. He spoke again, controlling his voice. "I'm sorry, I truly am, but I really can't say anything and I have to go. Don't tell anyone I was here."
"What?" Harry asked, now his turn to shout. "How can I not? What am I going to say about.?"
"Tell them Wormtail freed you," Neville replied.
Harry's eyes widened in astonishment and his stomach twisted.
"How did you.who told you about Wormtail?" he whispered.
He watched as Neville grimaced, realizing his mistake.
"Look, if I were you I'd be more worried about getting him to the hospital wing," Neville said, gesturing towards Ron. "And getting some help for Percy."
Harry's head was spinning from all the unanswered questions he had, but Neville was right, Ron needed medical attention quite badly, his breathing still hadn't gone back to normal and the color wasn't returning to his face. Before he could answer Neville had conjured up a stretcher and began to lift Ron's crumpled form onto it.
The two of them looked at each other again, and finally Harry nodded. He pulled out his wand and took control over the stretcher.
"Thank you," Neville replied, then quickly hurried through the door.
Harry didn't waste any time, he glanced at Percy once more, who still hadn't moved or spoken, before nudging the stretcher forward. He edged it carefully through the door, not wanting to jar it against anything. When he was completely out of the room, he closed the door gently behind him, before heading directly towards the hospital wing.
Ron was lying motionless on his side; his eyes barely open. Harry could see they were very red and puffy and his heart went out to his friend. He was going to find out what had been done to Percy no matter what. Whoever had done this had put Ron through more pain than he ever could have deserved, mentally and physically.
Suddenly Ron doubled over and began coughing violently. Harry stopped moving, coming around to his side, waiting for the fit to subside. When at last he stopped, Ron slumped back into a semi-conscious state, his hand that he'd brought up to his face now hanging over the edge of the stretcher. Harry's stomach lurched when he saw it was splattered with blood. Needing no medical knowledge to realize how bad this was, he began moving again, as fast as he could without fear of crashing the stretcher into something.
As he neared the hospital wing at last, he heard voices from around the corner to the hallway he was in. He stopped just long enough to make sure they were people he recognized, before rushing forward again, anxious to get care for Ron.
When he made the last turn, he saw Sirius deep in conversation with Remus just outside the hospital wings just as he expected, and called out to them.
"Sirius, Remus!" he yelled, cautious to keep the stretcher steady. The two men looked up towards the sound of Harry's voice, and both of their eyes instantly fell on Ron.
"He needs help," Harry said, realizing his voice was beginning to shake. The strain of everything that had happened that evening was starting to set in and he was afraid he might break down, something he didn't want anyone to see.
Remus had already come up next to him, taking control of the stretcher and whisking it away into the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Sirius asked, sounding very concerned and looking directly at his godson.
"Too much to explain right here." Harry said, now fighting against the misery inside and straining to keep his voice even. The true realization of how close to death Ron had come was now fully affecting him, and he quickly averted his eyes.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it, and nodded at Harry.
"Let's let Madam Pomfrey have a look at you," he said after a moment. "I'll go inform Dumbledore we've found you."
Harry nodded, feeling numb, and followed his godfather into the hospital wing. So they had been looking for him, he realized he didn't have any idea how long they'd been gone, but didn't dwell on it too long. Sirius led him to the nearest bed, and told him to wait there, before drawing the curtains around him.
Harry listened to the sound of his godfather's retreating footsteps and sighed heavily. He lay back on the bed, not bothering to change, and waited.
A short while later, just as he was beginning to doze, Harry heard someone outside the curtains. There were at least two people, speaking in hushed tones, too low for him to make out what they were saying. He kept his eyes shut and lay very still, until he heard one set of footsteps retreating, and the curtains were gently slid open.
"I think he's sleeping," came Madam Pomfrey's hushed whisper as Harry felt her step up next to him.
"Unfortunately this is one occasion where we can't let him stay that way. We must know what happened to both he and Mr. Weasley this evening."
Harry opened his eyes and pushed himself into an upright position, upon hearing Dumbledore's voice.
"Is Ron alright?" he asked with undisguised worry. He could see now that Dumbledore's expression was very grim, which was decidedly a bad sign as far as Harry was concerned.
"He is sleeping," Dumbledore replied, not really answering the question. "It would be a great help to us if you could explain where you've been for the last four hours and what happened during that time."
"Four hours? How did you know we were missing?" Harry asked, thinking everything had happened so fast; it hadn't seemed that long to him.
"Miss Granger and Miss Weasley came to my office looking for you, saying you were anxious to speak with me regarding a letter you received. They were wondering why you hadn't returned. They're both here now, by Mr. Weasley's bed."
Harry looked down guiltily, wondering how he was going to explain this with Ginny there. He had no idea how to tell them what Percy had done in a gentle way.
"Can we go see him?" Harry asked, sliding off the bed, anxious to see for himself that Ron was okay.
"Yes, everyone is waiting for you there," Dumbledore replied. Harry followed the headmaster back to the area that Snape had been kept in while he was ill. 'Everyone' included Sirius, Remus, McGonagall, Hermione and Ginny.
They were all surrounding Ron's sleeping form, Hermione and Ginny seated, the others standing. When they heard them approaching, both girls stood up.
"What happened?" Hermione barely whispered, looking at Harry through puffy red eyes. Ginny's were the same, and she looked pleadingly to him for an explanation. It was almost too much for him to bear, but he forced himself forward. Looking at his best friend's still form, his eyes started to well up and he had to duck his head.
Ron was not looking the least bit better. His skin was still very pale and clammy and his breathing was very uneven. The burns covering his throat had been cleaned, but they were not healed.
Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked to see Sirius standing next to him, trying to look reassuring.
"Aren't we going to give him something?" Harry asked weakly, turning his gaze on Dumbledore. "He doesn't look any different from when I brought him in."
Dumbledore looked sadly back at Harry.
"We have tried to treat his wounds, internal and external. As of now, nothing has worked."
Harry felt his insides run cold and could do little more than stare at Dumbledore in horror. Ginny, however, was not at a loss for words.
"Well we can't just give up! There's got to be something that can help him! A potion or a spell.something!" she shouted, beside herself with worry.
Dumbledore turned to Ginny and spoke to her gently.
"My dear I assure you we are not giving up, what we need right now is to find out exactly what happened to your brother. Possibly we can figure out a suitable treatment if we know the cause of his ailments."
Ginny nodded and began to turn back to Ron, when she seemed to suddenly think of something.
"Percy!" she yelled causing Harry to jump. He wondered frantically how she knew about him when she continued quickly.
"We have to tell him, he'll want to know what happened since he's here!"
Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes we should have someone fetch him, I would assume he's in his quarters."
"He is," Harry cut him off, sighing weakly. He wanted nothing less than to have to say what was coming next.
Every pair of eyes settled on him.
"How do you know?" Remus asked.
Harry took a deep breath fixing his gaze on his hands.
"Because."
He looked up at Ron's pale features.
"Because he's the one who did this," he finished, almost whispering.
He looked around the room, not sure he wanted to see their reactions. Ginny began sobbing, and Hermione was speechless with shock. Remus went to Ginny and gently eased her into her chair. He began trying to calm her down. Sirius' expression was mixed with shock and anger, he knew what had been happening with Percy to some extent, but never believed it would come to this.
"You said he is definitely still in his quarters?" Dumbledore asked just as Harry was turning to look at him.
"Yes.well he should be," Harry said quietly. "I had to.um.tie him to a chair, to stop him." he trailed off, looking down at his hands again.
"Will you tell us what happened Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry nodded, thinking at least he wouldn't have to explain this more than once. Everyone who would want to know was already there. He began to tell them everything starting with the run in with Percy on their way to the headmaster's office and how his spell had no effect after he put Ron in the body bind. For half an hour he talked without interruption of what was said in Percy's quarters, and how he left them both bound as he went to fetch something. When he came to where Neville showed up, however, he hesitated.
"What is it Harry?" Sirius when his godson stopped speaking.
"Um.nothing," he shook his head, "nothing, just trying to remember correctly."
He began talking again, simply replacing Neville's name with Wormtail's, deciding that was the only believable lie, but hating himself for not telling them the truth. He was going to speak to Neville about this the second he got him alone, and find out what was going on.
Since Wormtail didn't carry a wand he had to change some of the story, saying that since Percy couldn't see him he was able to swipe their wands from his robes. When he told about the silver balls of light Percy sent at them he said they dodged them. He was sure to include the fact that none of his spells had any effect on Percy besides seeming to give him more energy.
When he began explaining how Percy had pulled Ron to him and left him pinned to the wall by his neck, unable to breathe, he almost couldn't continue. It was hard enough to relive the experience without hearing the quiet sobs of Ron's girlfriend and sister. Harry had never felt so guilty in his life. He had the strength to stop Percy from the start, and by waiting, had almost lost his best friend, might still lose him, if a treatment couldn't be found.
He continued and told them how Percy had asked again about Cho, and still didn't explain what he really wanted to know. When he got to the part about Percy breaking Ron's leg, and feeling the anger and power surge through him, he stopped again. Until that moment, he hadn't thought about the fact that he had used an unforgivable curse, only that he was saving his friend.
"Harry?" Sirius asked again, "Are you alright?"
Harry looked into his godfather's eyes; he could see the raw concern in them, the love he felt for him, and couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of relief. He nodded slowly before speaking again.
"I used the Imperius Curse on him." he said, then continued quickly, "I'm really sorry, I just couldn't think of."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dumbledore cut him off gently. "What you did, was save Mr. Weasley's life, and for that you should be commended."
Harry smiled weakly at the headmaster, and hoped that was what he truly had done. He finished by telling how he had Percy let Ron down, and tied him to the chair before taking the curse off him.
"Then I just brought Ron here," he said, looking up as he ended. He looked around the room at each person in turn before turning to Dumbledore.
"So, does that help at all? Can we figure out a treatment for Ron?" he asked anxiously, sitting tensely in his chair.
"Let us hope so, Harry. I promise we will work on this as fast as we can."
"Well," Harry started, not wanting to sound ungrateful, "how long will."
He stopped talking abruptly and everyone looked up as the doors to the room swung open loudly.
Harry was somewhat surprised to see Hagrid step into the room, followed closely by Professor Gazten. The two of them headed directly for the headmaster.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore began, lightly, "What can we do for you?" It was obvious he hadn't expected Hagrid to make an appearance this evening.
"Fergive me Professor Dumbledore, sir, but I think Allison here c'n help yeh's."
Dumbledore gave Hagrid a piercing look, before speaking.
"Help us how?"
"Well," Hagrid began, shuffling his feet nervously. He was more twice Dumbledore's size and he still couldn't help but behave like a small child in front of him when he was uneasy. "I heard young Mr. Weasley was ill an'."
"Who told you that?" Dumbledore interrupted, sounding stern. He wasn't angry with Hagrid, but the worry on the gentle giant's face was apparent.
Hagrid looked anxiously at Gazten, as if asking her for help, and she took a step forward.
"Headmaster, I knew about what happened to Ron because I felt it," she stated.
Dumbledore considered her carefully for a moment.
"Please explain what you mean, how long did you know about Mr. Weasley's situation and what exactly did you feel."
"I've only known for a short while, no longer than any of you. As for the feeling, that's all I can say, there's no other way to explain it. Please believe me when I say I can help him."
She spoke in a very delicate voice but still managed to sound firm and it was another moment before Dumbledore finally turned again to Hagrid.
"We will need to have a discussion later," was all he said. Hagrid nodded, visibly paling, but held the headmaster's gaze.
"How is it," Sirius spoke up from next to Harry, "that you can be so sure about your ability to help him? We've tried many treatments already that should have worked, but didn't seem to make the slightest difference. The only thing we were able to mend was his leg."
Harry looked at his friend and realized that Ron's leg was back in a normal position. He wondered why that should heal so quickly while all his other injuries didn't respond to the medicines.
"Mr. Black," Gazten said, looking directly at Sirius, "I will give you the explanation for that as best I can, but it is imperative that I treat him first, while there's still time."
"While there's still time?" Hermione asked, worriedly. She hadn't spoken a word during the entire time Harry had told them what happened, which was quite uncharacteristic of her. Her face was very red from all the crying and she looked ready to collapse. Ginny, who was sitting next to her, didn't seem to hear anything. She was numb from the shock of it all, and Harry couldn't help but feel responsible for her current state, she never should have found out like this, someone should have broken it to her gently.
Gazten had walked around to the end of the bed where Ron's head was laying limply on the pillow. She ever so gently ran her finger along the burns on his neck.
"See this?" she asked, looking at Hermione. "I'd bet anything they were not this red before. Most likely not this long either."
Hermione looked at her, uncertainly, and stood up to take a look, Harry did the same.
"You're right," he said flatly, feeling completely defeated. "They weren't like that when he first got them." Gazten nodded knowingly and brushed the hair off of Ron's forehead gently. His skin was very damp and his breathing was much worse.
"Why though?" Remus asked. "What kind of magic would do this, and be resistant to all cures?"
"Not all cures," Gazten replied quickly. "Just the ones you know of. I told you I promise to explain.what I can.but I must treat him first."
"Well how do you intend to do that?" Sirius asked suspiciously eyeing her. "It doesn't look like you've brought anything with you." he trailed off gesturing at her empty hands.
Gazten didn't answer him, merely looked at Dumbledore.
"Will you allow me to help him? I understand your apprehension, but he doesn't have much time, I promise you that."
Dumbledore dropped her gaze to look at Hagrid, who nodded fiercely. He turned back to Gazten.
"I trust Hagrid's judgment, and he most certainly seems to believe in you. Severus speaks highly of you as well, so please, anything you can do to help him would be greatly appreciated."
Gazten bowed her head once then looked around at the others.
"It's important for all of you to understand, whatever you see, don't interfere or it may cost him his life. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded silently, waiting anxiously for what was coming. Harry's stomach was in knots and he had to force himself to stand still.
Gazten slowly moved her hands forward, and placed her fingertips along Ron's shoulder blades. She began massaging them lightly and heat seemed to radiate from the motion. Ron let out a low moan of pain and Ginny looked up sharply, but stayed seated. Then without warning, Gazten swiftly moved her fingers up to his neck, her fingernails grew over two inches as she did so, and she viciously sunk them into the exposed burns.
"What are you doing?" Ginny screamed, jumping from her chair. Her eyes were flashing with rage and her cheeks were flushed. She lunged at Gazten who still hadn't acknowledged her having spoken. Remus moved forward to stop her, but wasn't fast enough.
Harry and Hermione had both stood up, but were rooted to the spot, watching in anxiety and horror, as Ginny grabbed Gazten's wrists, in an effort to pull her away from Ron.
Gazten's eyes fell on Ginny, and for the first time Harry noticed they were again white, the same as they had been when he found her the second day of school, watching over Snape. She inclined her head in the slightest and there was a spark of light from where their skin touched; Ginny was thrown backwards, into Remus.
Now it was Sirius' turn to go for her, but was interrupted before he could take more than one step.
"DON' IN'ERFERE!!" Hagrid bellowed. "You jes saw what happen'd teh Ginny, the same'll happen teh you, an' if we keep this up, she won' be able teh save 'im!"
Sirius was so shocked at having been screamed at by the usually peaceful Hagrid, that he didn't move. He just looked back at Ginny, who was now being helped back up by Remus. Whatever the light was that caused her to let go of Gazten seemed to pacify her as well. She allowed herself to be led back to her seat by Remus, and resumed watching Gazten.
Harry had not taken his eyes off Ron since everything started, except for the moment when Hagrid yelled, but quickly looked back to his friend. He didn't appear to be in the least bit of pain, and that was why he hadn't reacted as Ginny had from the start, Hermione seemed to have noticed as well, and the two of them waited for any reaction from Ron.
Suddenly, Gazten's entire body began to glow softly, until they could no longer see her features it was so bright. Ron was engulfed in the light as well, and Harry had to avert his eyes from the glare, as it was too painful to look at. Slowly, when he felt the light fading, he turned back just in time to see a sight he was completely unprepared for.
Gazten was melting, there was no other way to describe it, she was still featureless and glowing, but they had been able to see her shape clearly until now. Her feet had become one and curled upwards towards her torso, while her head was slumping into her neck. After what felt like hours, she was nothing more than a ball of light, connected to Ron's throat. The light hovered above him for just a moment, before surging forward, flooding his being.
Ron's back arched, but not in any way that appeared painful. Light was emanating from his fingertips and the lacerations on his neck, filling the room with a blinding glow.
Abruptly the light went out, and everyone was still, no one even dared breathe, waiting and watching. It seemed to go on like this forever, and Harry began to worry that something had gone wrong, when Ron's eyes opened suddenly, and a luminescent smoke was released from them.
The smoke accumulated at the foot of the bed, very gradually, before taking on a familiar form. After just a few seconds, Gazten was standing before them, looking perfectly calm and collected. She came around to the side of the bed, next to Harry, who immediately stood up. The two of them leaned over Ron, Hermione doing the same from the other side.
Gazten raised her hand, once again pushing Ron's hair off of his forehead. The bruises on his throat were gone, completely healed. His breathing was back to normal as well, strong and steady. Harry sighed with relief as Ron's eyes fluttered open softly. He squinted at first, allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness, before focusing on his two friends.
"What happened?" he asked, looking from Harry to Hermione. When he noticed Gazten standing over him, he gave her a questioning stare.
Before Harry could answer Ron, Ginny jumped up from her chair, as if she were suddenly released from some sort of hold, and threw her arms awkwardly around her brother. She tried to speak, but was overcome with emotion, and just buried her head in his shirt. Ron tried clumsily to sit up, Ginny refusing to let go of him, and settled for leaning on his elbows. He looked inquiringly at Harry, nodding towards his sister. He didn't remember, Harry realized, hoping he wouldn't have to explain everything again.
"How are you feeling Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, stepping to the foot of the bed.
"Er.fine, thank you," Ron replied uncertainly. "Can one of you tell me what happened? Why is everyone staring at me? Why am I in the hospital wing? Where's Madam Pomfrey?"
Dumbledore looked curiously at Ron, then turned his gaze to Gazten.
"No he didn't lose his memory," she said, reading his thoughts, "It's coming."
Harry found that statement to be quite strange, 'it's coming' as if it were catching up or something. He began to ask Gazten why Ron hadn't just remembered right away, when his thoughts were interrupted.
"Percy." Ron whispered, his eyes saddening. He shut them tightly, pulling Ginny closer to him; she still wouldn't let go.
"What's going to happen to my brother?" Ron asked, opening his eyes and looking to the headmaster.
"We need to send someone to get him quickly," Gazten spoke up before Dumbledore could reply, earning her glares from Sirius and Remus.
"Anxious to avoid the explanation you promised us?" Sirius asked, eyeing her pointedly.
"Not at all," Gazten replied, "anxious to see what we can find out from Percy before whoever controlled him wipes his memory."
"Aren't you being a little presumptuous?" Remus asked. "We have no proof Percy was being controlled and can't be sure of anything until we."
"His abusive behavior towards people he's always cared about and the knowledge of magic that he's never been shown and should have no access to means one of two things. Either he's sided against his family and therefore all of us, or he's being controlled."
"I'm curious," Dumbledore spoke calmly, "how is it you know anything of what Percy said or did? I can't recall you being present for Mr. Potter's explanation to the rest of us."
Gazten's eyes shifted to Ron, who was following the discussion intently, before looking back to the headmaster. She sighed almost inaudibly before continuing.
"By healing young Mr.Weasley, I was able to absorb his thoughts and memories. Reliving them in a way, I experienced the same feelings and emotions that he felt."
"What do you mean?" Sirius interrupted. "Every memory he's ever had?"
"No, just the most recent ones, the ones he felt when his injuries occurred. I'm not a mind reader, and can't decide what I feel and what I don't."
"That still doesn't tell us how you did it," Sirius replied.
"Because we're wasting time!" she replied loudly. "I don't think you understand how important it is that we get to Percy before someone else does!"
"Is he in danger?" Harry asked, concerned. Even after what Percy had done, he didn't want to see him hurt. He agreed with Gazten in that he wasn't acting on his own.
"He may be," Gazten replied.
"Well we have to go get him!" Ron said pushing his covers off hurriedly.
"Whoa, hold on!" Remus said, taking one of Ron's arms. "You need to stay here and rest."
"I feel fine!" Ron said quickly. "Better than I have all day as a matter of fact, but if someone's controlling Percy and now they're going to hurt him we have to get him out of there!"
"He's right," Harry said before anyone else could speak, "He's tied to a chair, and doesn't have a wand."
"Remus and I will get Percy," Sirius said gently to Ron. "I promise you he'll be okay with us."
"I want to talk to him," Ron said suddenly. "I need to see if."
"Mr. Weasley, you will be able to speak with him, soon enough," Dumbledore spoke. "Sirius, I want you and Remus to bring Percy to my office, I will want to examine him myself."
Sirius and Remus nodded, and set off towards the door.
"Professor Gazten," he continued. "I would like to speak with you as well. I am most grateful for what you did this evening and as Hagrid seems to have great trust in you," he said glancing towards the half- giant standing silently by the door, "I am glad to have you here. I will want to hear much more about where you are from, but unfortunately we will have to talk tomorrow, I'm sure you understand?"
"Of course," she replied, bowing her head, "we need to find out all we can from Percy right now."
Dumbledore nodded, then turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, you said Percy didn't have his wand, I expect you have it then?"
Harry began to nod, before remembering he had Percy give the wand to Neville. He tried to think fast, not wanting to lie to Dumbledore, but having no choice.
"I did have it, but I must've put it down." was all he could come up with. He kept his eyes firmly pointed towards the ground.
Dumbledore observed Harry carefully, waiting patiently for him to continue. Before Harry could go on, Gazten spoke.
"I think you gave it to Ron," she said looking into Harry's eyes.
"I don't think I." he began but trailed off as Ron began fishing around in his robes. The look of surprise on his face when he produced the wand was equal to the look of confusion on Harry's.
"Why did you put it in my pocket?" Ron asked, baffled. Harry shook his head and shrugged.
"I must've done it without thinking, because I don't remember it."
He looked to Gazten curiously, if she had Ron's memories, how could she know it was in his pocket, when he didn't even know it?
For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore was thinking the same thing, but instead of questioning her as Harry expected, he simply nodded.
"May I have the wand, Mr. Weasley?" he asked.
Ron took one more look at his brother's wand, before carefully handing it to the headmaster.
"Thank you, I will send Madam Pomfrey in to have another look at you, but if you are as well as you appear to be, I'm sure she will let you go back to your tower for the night."
Ron nodded gratefully, clearly very anxious to get out of the hospital wing.
"I will have dinner brought up to you as well, none of you is to go anywhere except straight to your common room when you leave here. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, as Dumbledore was looking to him when he spoke. He wondered, briefly, if things were coming to a point when he would never be allowed to walk the halls without an escort, but shook the negative thoughts from his head. Now that Ron was alright, he wanted very badly to find out who Gazten really was. Even Dumbledore wanted to know more about her abilities, which he found surprising. He knew the headmaster didn't have an answer for everything, but he still wasn't used to seeing him mystified about anything.
"I must be getting back to my office now," Dumbledore spoke again. "I'm sure Sirius and Remus will be on their way there. Please take care to be cautious, all of you."
"Professor?" Ron asked quickly, and the headmaster turned to him once more.
"After I speak with Percy tonight, I will let you ask him what you wish tomorrow. For now, try not to think too much on it." He looked at Ron almost sadly, before turning away, and leaving the room.
"I'm going to be on my way as well," Gazten said, softly. "Madam Pomfrey will be here shortly, please just wait here until then."
Harry nodded, trying to bite his tongue and not ask any questions of her. She had promised to speak with Dumbledore and for now that was good enough for him, all he wanted was to get out of the hospital wing. He could see by the looks on his friends' faces they felt the same. So he watched in silence as Gazten spoke quietly with Hagrid, before the two of them exited the room.
Harry sat down in one of the chairs next to the bed and sighed lightly. This had been one of the worst Halloween's of his life, and he was grateful they had all made it through alive. As he glanced around the room at his friends, he wished Cho were there with them, when suddenly it hit him. He had completely forgot to mention the letter to Dumbledore.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked, catching the dismayed expression on his friend's face.
"The whole reason we left the common room," Harry began mournfully "and got into this whole mess, was to tell Dumbledore about Cho's letter, and what with everything that happened, I never mentioned it!" He threw up his hands in disgust.
Hermione, who had been uncharacteristically silent for most of the evening, spoke up then.
"Well it will have to wait until tomorrow, there's no way we're going wandering through the halls now, especially after we just promised Dumbledore we'd go straight to the tower."
Harry knew she was right, and nodded dejectedly. He felt it was very important to tell the headmaster about the ministry lying to him, but decided that he probably wouldn't be contacting them right away at least, even to report Percy. Dumbledore would most definitely send for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley first, so there was still some time left. He would just have to go when he woke up, first thing. No sense in putting it off past that.
For the first time that night he heard his stomach rumbling, and realized how hungry he was. He hoped Madam Pomfrey would hurry.
"You know," Hermione spoke again, "I have quite a few questions about Professor Gazten. It seems the only person who knows anything about her is Hagrid, and he obviously hasn't shared any of his knowledge with Dumbledore."
"I'm definitely with you on that one Hermione," Harry said. "It's so unlike Hagrid to keep things from Dumbledore. I seem to recall him being horrible at keeping secrets."
"Well we don't know how much he knows or how much he's kept to himself," Ron pointed out. "The question is who do we ask? We can go to Gazten herself, try to get information from Hagrid, or wait until Dumbledore speaks with her and then try and get him to tell us."
"We can ask Dumbledore later, I want to find out about Percy first," Ginny spoke up. She had been sitting next to Ron, holding his right hand in both of hers, silently. Harry was almost relieved to hear her talk.
"That's true," Ron said. "We can speak to Dumbledore about everything tomorrow. Cho's letter, Percy's behavior and Gazten's abilities." He paused for a moment, seeming to consider something, before going on. "Did anyone else think it was weird she knew I had the wand? I mean if she had my memories.why wouldn't I remember it?"
"I was thinking the same thing!" Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison, then looked at each other, grinning.
"Dumbledore must've realized that too," Hermione continued, looking serious again.
"I thought so, but then he didn't say anything," Harry replied.
"You can't remember putting the wand in Ron's pocket at all?" Hermione asked him. Harry began to shake his head no, when Ron spoke.
"You know, now that I think about it, didn't you have Percy give it to Neville?"
Harry shut his eyes tightly, cringing inwardly. He hadn't even thought about trying to warn Ron not to say anything, but now it was too late.
"So," Ron continued, oblivious to Harry or the strange looks he was receiving from Hermione and Ginny. "That means Gazten must've lied, right?" He looked up at everyone then and realized something wasn't right. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Gazten isn't the only one who lied," Hermione said quietly.
"Huh?"
Harry lifted his eyes to meet Ron's gaze.
"I didn't tell them about Neville." he trailed off, wishing he had a better explanation then the one he was about to give them.
Ron stared at him a few more seconds, before his eyes shown with recognition, and he inhaled sharply.
"Oh.Harry, I forgot.sorry." he muttered.
Both Ginny and Hermione whirled towards Ron now.
"Forgot?" Ginny asked. "Will one of you please start explaining?" She sounded more annoyed than angry.
"Look I'm really sorry, but he made me promise," Harry began.
"Wait," Hermione interrupted. "Start from the beginning, was Neville actually there at any point during your encounter with Percy?"
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Okay, so tell us what happened from when he first arrived, and then you can give us your explanation."
She sat back and folded her arms against her chest, Ginny doing the same. Neither of them were going to let this slide. Harry sighed in resignation, and was thankful this hadn't happened while Dumbledore was still present. As quickly as possible, he retold the story from when Neville had freed them, being sure to include the magic he used that he probably shouldn't have known, and how he had made Percy give him his wand.
"Then he made me promise not to tell anyone he was there." Harry finished, waiting for their response.
"Don't you think this is something Dumbledore should be aware of?" Hermione asked. "I mean, not only was Percy using strange magic, but Neville, who can barely learn the simplest of spells, being able to defend against it. From the way you explained it, he seemed to be expecting what Percy did, some of it at least."
"Hermione, trust me, I want to tell Dumbledore about it, very badly. But I promised Neville I wouldn't, and I'm not going to break my word. I just want a chance to ask him about it, when we have time to talk. Then if he still won't tell me anything, I'll let him know that I'll have to tell Dumbledore about it.
Hermione looked into Harry's eyes for a long moment, before finally nodding.
"Just talk to him soon, alright? Preferably before we speak with Dumbledore tomorrow."
Harry smiled, and was about to reply, when Ginny stood up suddenly.
"I'm sorry Harry, but we have to tell someone now, if Neville's powers are connected to Percy's it will help us help him. I'm going to speak with Dumbledore now."
Her jaw was set and she looked very adamant. Harry could do nothing but stare at her in shock, and it was only when she moved to pass him that he was jarred into motion. He stood up and jumped in front of her.
"Please, Ginny. Just wait one day. That's all I'm asking!" He pleaded.
"I didn't make any promises to Neville, Harry," she replied stubbornly, her eyes dark.
"But I did! And I couldn't agree with you more, any information that will help Percy I definitely want to make sure Dumbledore has it. But if we tell everyone now, and Neville finds out, as he most certainly will when they want to question him, he'll know I was the one to tell. He might not give the information we need either. Please, let's just try it my way, just until tomorrow." he trailed off, looking at her, asking with his eyes, willing her to say yes.
The sound of approaching footsteps made everyone look up, as the doors were pushed open and Madam Pomfrey entered the room. She looked very pale as she crossed to Ron's bed, stopping just next to him.
"Well Mr. Weasley, I see you've made quite a recovery this evening," she said, sounding distant. It was quite obvious her mind was elsewhere.
Ron nodded emphatically and smiled.
"I feel fine," he proclaimed, "really, just great! Can I go back to the tower tonight?" he asked hopefully.
She looked at him skeptically for a moment, before replying.
"I'll need to check you over first, then we'll see how well you are."
The others watched as Madam Pomfrey went through her usual routine, which Harry had come to know all too well. He kept glancing uncertainly at Ginny, who still retained the same stubborn look, hoping she wouldn't decide to just blurt it out. When Madam Pomfrey finished at last, she stepped back, her brow etched in a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Well, what's the verdict?" Ron asked anxiously.
"When you were first brought in tonight," she began, "I would've been surprised to see you leave in less than a month, now here you are, right as rain. It's like nothing I've ever seen before."
"So.I can go then?" Ron prompted.
She sighed lightly before shaking her head once in awe.
"Yes, I really see no reason to keep you."
Ron immediately began to swing his legs to the side.
"But!" she continued loudly, causing him to stop and look at her. "If you feel anything, no matter what it is, I don't care if it's the smallest of discomforts, I want you back here, is that clear?" she asked with a stern look.
Ron, wanting only to leave, nodded quickly.
"Promise," he said, grinning. He hopped off the bed quickly and headed straight for the door. Harry, Hermione and Ginny went with him silently, and only after they were out of the hospital wing completely did the conversation resume.
"Thank you for not saying anything," Harry said, looking sideways at Ginny, who was walking to his right.
"I never said I wanted to tell her, I want to speak with Dumbledore," she replied curtly.
"Ginny?" Ron asked gently. He waited until she looked up at him before continuing. "I agree that we have to tell Dumbledore."
"See?" Ginny said, looking back to Harry and gesturing towards her brother.
"Wait," Ron continued. "I agree he has to be told, but Harry's right too. If Neville will talk to us then we really should get whatever we can from him. We'll just let him know we can't continue to keep his secret."
"But." Ginny began.
"Please Ginny? You heard Dumbledore anyway, we're to go straight to our common room, nowhere else."
"Like that's ever stopped you before." she muttered. After a moment's thought, she continued.
"Alright, but just until tomorrow."
"Thanks Ginny!" Harry smiled. He looked at her happily and saw her cheeks flush. She quickly averted her eyes and let her hair drop over the side of her face so he couldn't see her blushing.
"Well, now that that's settled," Hermione began, "Who wants to take a guess as to why Gazten was lying tonight?"
"I've been dying to talk to her all night," Harry replied. "But couldn't because it would've meant telling about Neville in front of Dumbledore. Though I have no idea why she would lie for him too. If Ron remembered Neville being there, she must've too."
"Maybe she's helping Neville," Ron suggested. "He knew an awful lot of strange magic tonight."
"So did Percy," Hermione pointed out. "She could be helping him too."
"Then I don't see why she helped me keep Neville's presence a secret," Harry said. "If she was the reason behind Percy's behavior, there would've been no reason to."
"Unless she's trying to throw you off, make you think she wants to help," Ginny said.
Harry shook his head in disgust. He was entirely fed up with having to be so careful with who he trusted. If someone seemed to be a friend, he wanted to believe them, not analyze everything they said and did before deciding if he could trust them.
"As of this moment," he began, "the only way we have of finding out anything is through Neville. We know he's on our side, and if he tells us Gazten has been helping him, that will at least let us know she is too. Dumbledore is going to find out about her powers tomorrow, and we can ask about that when we go to see him."
"I don't think she's helping Percy in any case," Ron commented. "If she were, I would think she would've tried to be the one to see him first, rather than let Remus and Sirius go. She seemed pretty sure someone was going to try something on him." he trailed off, looking worried again.
"He'll be alright," Hermione said quickly, looping her arm through Ron's reassuringly. "Don't worry. Sirius and Remus are great wizards, they'll be able to get him to Dumbledore safely, and we all know there's no one more powerful in this school then him."
Ron smiled weakly at her, nodding slightly.
"I know, I'll just feel better when I know for sure.I hate wondering."
The four of them continued on in silence, and it wasn't long until they reached the portrait of the fat lady. Hermione gave the password, and the all filed inside. Some students were still milling around, but most had gone to sleep. As it wasn't a school night, and after the scare at Hogsmeade, it was very understandable that not everyone would be asleep.
They headed for their corner and found dinner had already been set out for them, along with the usual Halloween treats.
"Well I guess we missed the feast this year," Ron said, scooping potatoes onto his plate.
"I bet it wasn't much fun anyway," Harry said, "after what happened at Hogsmeade." he trailed off. He wondered briefly what happened to Marzia. She hadn't been with Sirius this evening, but he didn't see her anywhere in the hospital wing. When he saw Sirius the next day, he would have to ask him.
It didn't take long for the four of them to devour the meal, as they were all ravenous from not eating since breakfast. Harry sat back in his chair, contented and stuffed.
"I.I don't th-think I can stay up any more." Ron yawned. He lifted his arms into the air, stretching, before slumping back into his chair.
"You're exhausted," Hermione laughed. "Get some sleep, so we can have breakfast early and find Neville. I want to talk to him as soon as possible."
"Let me talk to him first, okay?" Harry asked. "I don't want him to know I told you yet."
Hermione nodded.
"Alright, but just try to tell him soon."
"I have no plans for dragging this out," Harry replied smiling.
"G-good night guys," Ron said, trying to stifle another yawn.
"Good night Ron," Ginny said. "I think I'm gonna head up too."
"Same with me," Hermione said, then looked at Harry.
"I'm just going to sit here a bit longer," he said meeting her gaze. "I'm not incredibly tired, surprisingly. Don't worry I won't stay too long," he added, seeing her give him a pointed look.
She shook her head with a bemused grin on her face, and stood up. Saying good night to each other, the three friends headed to their dorms, leaving Harry in his chair.
He didn't have any particular reason for staying up, just wasn't tired enough to sleep. The events of the day were playing over and over in his head, but no answers presented themselves. The only thing he was accomplishing was stirring up more feelings of worry within him. There were just too many things that he didn't know, and wasn't sure even Dumbledore knew, that had to be addressed. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake by not going to Dumbledore about the letter he received from Cho after he forgot earlier. She was obviously in trouble if she had to leave the ministry, and he could only pray she'd be alright until he found her, something he had every intention of doing, with or without help. He didn't think Dumbledore would say no to finding her though, all he had to do was get things going.
Harry sat for over an hour, thinking in circles and giving himself a headache, before finally giving up and deciding to turn in. He stood up slowly, stretching, before looking around the now empty common room, and heading for the door to the dorms. As he reached out his hand to grasp the doorknob, he heard a soft click from behind him and looked over his shoulder to see the portrait hole swinging open slowly.