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Hello, everyone! I have been so touched by your countless reviews this week for both of my stories that I've wanted to do nothing but write so you get another double post! Thank you, as always, for your support and encouragement. It means the world to me. As I sat down to write this chapter, I had a horrifying thought: once they get back together, Hermione has potions that will cure Ron and Harry and that would mean the end of the story! BUT … can they actually get back together? You'll have to read and see … enjoy!

Harry was grateful that Ron slept most of the night. When he was awake, he was in terrible pain and Harry found it incredibly difficult to see his friend hurting so much. Still, as dawn approached, Harry began to worry about how Ron was going to manage to apparate. Apparation made you feel like you were going to be sick at the best of times so he could only imagine what it would feel like with a migraine.

Hermione fell into a deep sleep on the side of the cliff. It wasn't particularly comfortable but she exhausted and when she woke, the moon was full and shining over the ocean, glimmering on its reflective surface. Hermione saw the beam from the lighthouse and realized she needed to move there before dawn so no one saw her. She planned to stay under the cloak and appear only when Harry and Ron arrived. After they'd been reunited, they'd either return to the cliff or apparate somewhere else.

Knowing she had to get up, Hermione sighed and stretched, tucking the invisibility cloak inside her bag. Manoeuvering out of the inlet was more difficult than she imagined it being and she nearly lost her footing but Hermione made it to the top, rolling over the precipice and into the snow. Shivers ran down her spine as she pulled the cloak on and stood up. Walking quickly, Hermione set off for the base of the lighthouse.

There was no one there when she arrived and the car park was empty. Glancing at the sign on the door, she saw the lighthouse opened for visitors at ten o'clock the next morning which likely meant it would still be deserted at seven. Hermione found a secluded corner in the green space meant for picnic lunches and children to play in after long car journeys. Huddling down and still shivering, she tried to relax and waited for morning.

At five-thirty, Harry began checking his watch every two minutes. He knew from past experiences that it took exactly four minutes to disassemble the tent and pack it into Hermione's beaded bag. Harry's stomach was unsettled and a few times he had to dash to the bathroom though nothing happened. Nerves, he tried to convince himself, it was just nerves. Hold it together, Potter.

Ron woke up around six-thirty with an audible moan.

"Harry?" he murmured.

"What?"

"We have to leave, don't we?"

Harry nodded, leaving the table where the bags were laid out. He sat next to Ron's bed.

"I'm afraid so," he sighed. "How do you feel? Are you going to be able to make it?"

"Well, I'm not bloody well staying here," Ron said, pushing himself up and paling considerably in the process. "Let's get moving."

"You rest," Harry said immediately. "I'll do as much as I can first."

"I can help," Ron insisted.

"Rest." Harry repeated. "How's your head, by the way?"

"Sore." Ron relaxed against his pillow. "Very sore."

"I think you have a migraine."

"I remember you saying that."

"I could barely talk to you last night because it was too loud for you."

"I remember that, too. It's getting better, though. I still feel really dizzy and queasy and my eyes hurt but the noise level is okay."

"At least something is," Harry muttered, checking the bags one last time. "Do you want anything to eat before we leave?"

"No." Ron answered immediately and Harry couldn't blame him. His stomach didn't like the idea of food, either.

"Where do we have to go?" Ron asked and Harry closed his eyes to remember.

"The car park of Flamborough Head Lighthouse. Do you know where that is?"

Ron shook his head.

"On a coast, obviously, but no."

Harry frowned.

"I don't like the idea of apparating somewhere we haven't been before but we'll just have to concentrate really hard."

Ron nodded, though he didn't voice his worry. He knew he wouldn't be very strong at apparating and Harry would have to pull him along with side-along apparition most of the way. Harry glanced at his watch.

"Alright," he said. "Time to tear down."

Ron got out of bed wordlessly and dressed in three layers before ambling outside.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, pulling his outer coat close. "It's freezing out here!"

"Well, it is a blizzard," Harry said through his scarf, zipping up the tent's entrance. Using magic, he and Ron got the tent into the bag.

"Alright?" Harry asked Ron, noting how unsteady his friend was after so little movement. Ron swallowed and nodded.

"Fine. What time is it?"

"Two minutes to seven."

"Think we can go?"

Harry nodded.

"I'm sure she's waiting for us."

"We'd better link arms just to be safe," Ron said and held out his elbow. Harry looped his arm through and tightened his grip on the beaded bag.

"Ready? Think car park at Flamborough Head Lighthouse on three. One, two, three!"

Hermione didn't fall asleep again and watched the sun rise over the coast. It was very pretty, the way the rays hit the ocean and then the snow, sparkling like a sea of diamonds. It felt like time was moving backwards but finally it was a quarter to seven and Hermione left her corner. She stood near the sign that said CAR PARK and waited nervously.

Apparating was agony for both Harry and Ron. Harry's sinuses felt like they were about to explode as he experienced the sensation of being pushed through a small tube. His head was aching, his lungs were screaming, and his stomach was clenching tightly. He felt lightheaded and disorientated but focused entirely on one thing: car park at Flamborough Head Lighthouse, car park at Flamborough Head Lighthouse, car park at Flamborough Head Lighthouse …

As soon as they'd begun to apparate, Ron's head felt like it was going to split in two. Though there was no noise and the light levels remained the same, he had never before experience such excruciating pain and it took all his strength not to grab at his hair. Instead, he tightened his grip on Harry and hoped his friend could get them there because he was seconds away from blacking out.

Hermione heard the pop of someone apparating and saw Harry and Ron appear a few feet away. Both of them collapsed on the ground. The car park was still empty and Hermione threw off the cloak and ran to them.

"Harry! Ron!"

Both of her friends were unconscious and Hermione had to act quickly so Ron didn't choke on his own vomit. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and made a split-second decision. She took the bag from Harry's hand and stuffed the cloak inside before firmly taking each of her friend's hands in hers and spinning on the spot.

They appeared in the spacious living room of a house. Ron and Harry were still both unconscious and Hermione left them on the floor, immediately walking to the front entry and pulling out her wand.

"Homenum Revelio," she said and relaxed slightly when nothing happened. She checked the locks before doing the regular spells, knowing she had to work quickly. Once she'd finished, Hermione found the cloak and left through the front door. She needed to check something in town and was pleased to see her plan had worked.

While walking to the lighthouse, Hermione had passed a real estate office in the small village. In the window, she'd seen an advert for a house just down the street. As she walked by, Hermione had peered into the front window and saw it was empty and furnished. She'd made a mental note of it out of habit – she made mental notes of everything these days as they never knew when they'd need a piece of information – and continued her chilly walk.

She was once again standing outside the still-closed real estate office and the advert was gone. Hermione's spells made the house repel Muggles and that included any potential new homeowners. The advert was gone and Hermione knew the online advert would have disappeared as well. As far as the Muggles were concerned, the house was no longer on the market and still unoccupied.

For a fleeting moment Hermione was worried she wouldn't be able to get back into the house. They'd never had trouble with the spells before but the incident with the tent made her wary. Fortunately, Hermione had been able to keep the house in her sight for the entire duration of her trip to the office and she let herself in with ease.

"Expelliarmus!"

Hermione jumped as her wand flew out of her hand.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, her heart pounding. "You scared me!"

"You scared me!" Harry exclaimed in return. "I woke up and I didn't know where I was and you were nowhere to be found!"

Harry ran forward and hugged his friend.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Where were you?"

"I'm sorry," Hermione said apologetically. "But I had to make sure the spells worked."

"Why? Where are we?"

"We're in a house that's for sale," answered Hermione. "I saw it yesterday. I had to run to town to make sure the spells were as powerful as I hoped they'd be. The house has been magically taken off the market so the Muggles won't come near it trying to buy it. The adverts are gone and so is the sign in the front year and the agent's lock on the front door."

Harry beamed at her.

"You are brilliant, Hermione! This is perfect."

"I know it is," Hermione said, noting how pale Harry was. "But enough chatter. Let's get you and Ron to bed, you look dreadful."

Harry couldn't disagree – he'd caught a glimpse of himself in the front hall mirror – and glanced at Ron, who was still unconscious.

"He's got a migraine now, too," he told Hermione, who frowned.

"I have potions that should help."

"You got them?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Hermione said. "I tell you about it later. Can you help me with Ron?"

Together, the two of them used a hover charm to get Ron up the stairs and into bed. Harry removed his outermost layers and slid between the sheets on the other bed in the room, leaving the master bedroom for Hermione.

"Ron," Hermione murmured, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Ron!"

"He likely won't wake up," Harry slurred, already half asleep. "He's out cold."

"I need to give him potions."

"Wait for him to wake up," Harry replied. "He'll come around eventually."

"Do you want them?"

"Do you mind? You must be exhausted."

"Of course not," Hermione said instantly. "I didn't go to St. Mungo's to have them sit in the bag this entire time."

Hermione retrieved the bags from downstairs and returned to the bedroom.

"I have a few different ones," she said, looking for a pink potion. "But I think -"

She stopped when she glanced up. Harry was already fast asleep and she smiled.

"I think we'll do this later," she whispered, turning off the light and leaving. Hermione used the bathroom and fell into the queen-size bed in the room across the hall. It was a glorious change from a camp cot and Hermione fell asleep instantly.

When Hermione woke again, she felt like she was back at Hogwarts. It didn't look like her four-poster but the bed was warm and soft and she had a strong urge to simply roll over and go back to sleep. She was all set to do just that when she heard someone being sick across the hall.

Flinging the covers aside, Hermione hurried out of the room and saw Harry's bed empty. There was nothing she could do until he got back and she sat on the edge of Ron's bed.

"Ron," she said quietly. "Ron, wake up."

Much to her relief, Ron's eyes fluttered open and he broke into a temporary smile before grimacing.

"Hermione," he whispered and Hermione smiled back at him.

"Shh," she soothed. "It's alright, I'm here."

She pushed his hair off his forehead and his eyes fluttered closed under her touch. She closed her own eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being with her best friend again. She liked taking care of him and feeling like she was making a difference. She opened her eyes when Ron spoke.

"I'm sorry," Ron murmured, forcing his eyes open. "I'm so sorry for everything. I'll never leave you ever again, I promise."

"I know," Hermione whispered. "It's alright."

"No, it's not," Ron insisted. "I … I think I love you."

Whether or not he had intended to say these words, they were now out in the open and Hermione felt a blush creep up her cheeks.

"I love you, too, Ronald Weasley."

Ron's smile was weak in return and he reached out his hand to take hers. Harry, who had been standing awkwardly in the hall until there was an opportune moment to come back in, cleared his throat and Hermione turned around.

"Are you alright?" she asked immediately, though she didn't move her hand and neither did Ron. Harry shrugged, falling back into bed.

"Do you want your potions now?" Hermione asked and Harry nodded. Hermione reached for the canvas bag.

"I've got Pepper-Up, fever reducer, stomach calming, sleeping draught …" she named each potion as she pulled it out and set it on the small table between the two beds.

"We'll try Pepper-Up first," she decided. "And see how well it does."

Hermione gave Harry one of the bottles labelled "Pepper-Up" and he pulled the stopper out.

"Here it goes," he murmured, emptying the small vial. Instantly, steam began to billow from his ears and he gained some colour in his cheeks.

"How do you feel?" Hermione asked and Harry smiled.

"Much better," he said. "Not totally well again but much, much better."

"Good," Hermione said, smiling. "Ron, it's your turn."

She picked up the second bottle and Ron swallowed it in one large gulp. Like Harry, steam began pouring from his ears.

"Better?"

"Loads."

"We'll wait till the steam wears off," Hermione said, putting the empty bottle on the table. "And then you can take another one if you need to."

"In the meantime," Harry said, propping himself up. "I want to know what happened at St. Mungo's. Why couldn't you come back?"

"I don't know," Hermione admitted. "It was strange."

She began her story from when she first apparated into London. Harry and Ron couldn't believe she'd actually seen Hannah and Ernie and she told them what they had said about Hogwarts and the Ministry. The reminder made them all homesick for their beloved school but it did no good to dwell on it so Hermione continued, ending with how she brought them to the house after they'd appeared in the car park.

"Blimey," said Ron. "We're lucky we were able to find each other again. When I went off, I had no idea how to get back."

"It was smart to cast a patronus," Harry put in and Hermione beamed.

"I'm just glad it worked. I didn't know if it would."

"Of course it would," Ron replied. "It's you. Every spell works for you."

"Not all of them," Hermione retorted. "And especially not the patronus charms. I have such a hard time staying happy long enough for it to work."

"What memory did you use?" Harry asked. "Whatever it is was worked really well."

Hermione felt the blush returning to her cheeks.

"The night you and Ron saved me from the Mountain Troll."

"Halloween?"

Hermione nodded.

"And sitting at breakfast the morning after. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to make friends at school." Hermione paused. "I think part of the reason the memory is so strong is because we're so close now. It was the beginning of all the happy memories that followed. Does that makes sense?"

Ron nodded and Harry did too, though he hesitated slightly. He wondered if he should say something about Ron and Hermione's relationship but he didn't know how to put it into a conversational phrase. Regardless, he felt he that if there was ever a time to say something, this was it. He shifted uncomfortably, staring at his hands.

"I, um, I just want both of you to know that I'm not angry or anything by what's been going on. I'm really happy for you both."

Much to their credit, neither Ron nor Hermione laughed and Harry dared to meet their gaze. He immediately noticed they were holding hands again.

"Thanks, Harry," Ron said awkwardly.

"We know it's not easy for you," Hermione added.

"And like I said in the tent, we'd never leave you alone in this." Ron continued.

"I know," Harry said. "But things are changing. We don't know how long we'll be running from You-Know-Who and we could die tomorrow. I'm glad that each of you has found someone who makes you happy."

Hermione smiled sadly, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking but not saying.

"You'll find her someday, too," she said quietly and Harry nodded.

"I know," he replied, thinking to himself "I think I already have."

The rest of the day was quiet and uneventful. It took a few minutes of small talk until the awkwardness dissipated and then, since they didn't have anything else to do, Hermione went back to bed. Ron and Harry fell asleep with steam still filling their bedroom and when they woke, Hermione determined the steam had subsided enough for another potion. Ron took one to mask the remnants of his migraine and Harry's purple potion calmed his stomach.

The next morning, all three of them felt refreshed and Ron and Harry were completely cured.

They sat around the breakfast table drinking tea and eating eggs and toast Hermione had gotten from town.

"So," Ron said casually. "Xenophilius Lovegood. All in favour?"

Hermione and Harry glanced at each other before all three of them burst out laughing. Yes, Harry realized, things were changing but some things would always remain the same. His friends were falling in love but they'd always be there for him. If the past few days didn't prove that, Harry thought with a smile, nothing would.

Sadly, I could not think of a way to draw this out any further which means this is the end of Frozen. Thank you ever so much for your support and patience as I trudged through my mental rambles to get this written. I hope you've loved reading it as much as I've loved writing it!

Happy reading and writing,

StoryLover18