Chapter 16
Treatment

'I know that you two are together. I think it's sick. Clearly the reason he's dying is because of how unnatural he is. You both should die.'

Hermione gasped and her hand flew up to her mouth and she dropped the note from her hands. She looked up at Harry, where he stood across from her in the kitchen of Ron's and Cam's flat. "Harry!" She exclaimed under her breath, incredulity etched on every inch of her petite face.

Harry shrugged and unconsciously messed with his hair, trying to flatten it out. As always, it did nothing. "There's tons where that came from,"

Hermione screwed up her face and shook her head. "Is that why it's taken you so long to come back?"

Harry grimaced and nodded. "Er, yeah. I dunno, I just didn't know we were going to be outed to the whole wizarding world without our consent. And then I didn't know people would react this way. Took a while, I s'pose, but in the end I guess I just don't care what people say,"

Hermione crossed the room and wrapped Harry into a hug. "It'll be alright, Harry. I swear it."

"Harry!" Amanda yelled from the Ron's room.

Harry pulled out of the hug and gave Hermione a small, somewhat embarrassed smile, before jogging over to Ron's room.

"They're going to do it. Like, now," Amanda told Harry as he entered the room, Hermione right behind him.

The Healers had come up with a series of spells that could cure Ron's brain. They'd figured it out moments before Ron had passed out. Harry assumed it had all been a little too much for Ron- between Jennifer admitting that she was pregnant, Harry shattering the cup, Hermione and Jeremy running in screaming, and all the yelling of excitement from the front room where the Healers had remained. Ron, who Hermione had once described as having the emotional range of a teaspoon, must have gotten overwhelmed and passed out before Harry could've said 'Quidditch'. Harry had yelled angrily at everyone to "get the bloody hell out" before he grabbed a wet wash cloth and cleaned Ron's face of the sweat and sick, re-settling him back into his bed, and leaving the room for Jeremy to take a look at him and so that he could talk to everyone.

The problem was that the spells the Healers had come up with were extremely strenuous, so all five of the Healers would have to be involved and it would take hours. The Healers had decided to go take naps before their first attempt at the healing process. It would take a series of six treatments, one per month, but the Healers were so excited to be involved in such 'cutting-edge' magic, and ecstatic at the fact that they'd found a cure, that they were up for the job. Due to the fact that Amanda and Cam still didn't know about magic, Mrs. Weasley wanted to take Ron back to the Burrow for the treatments, however Jeremy wouldn't let Ron leave. He was hours away from his last breath and Jeremy was not about to have Ron moved anywhere. So, Harry, Hermione, and Jeremy had taken Amanda and Cam aside and explained the world of magic. Harry briefly wondered how much trouble he'd be getting into from the ministry, but then realized that he'd saved the whole of the wizarding world and muggle world combined, so he didn't much care what the ministry had to say about it.

The Healers were lined up at Ron's bed, two on each side and one at the foot. Harry heard someone mumble, "If only Dumbledore and Merlin, themselves were here for this moment," and it made his stomach turn. He walked up to the bed and sat matter-of-factly against the headboard, pulling Ron to a sitting position between Harry's legs.

"Mister Potter, I'm afraid that won't be appropriate," one of the Healers all but growled at Harry.

Harry glared daggers into that Healer's eyes. "I killed Voldemort. I saved every individual person in this room. I had to actually kill someone for you, and Ron helped nearly every step of the way. So, if you have a problem with he and I, Hermione, one of the greatest Witches of my time, will relieve you. Because as far as I'm concerned, there's a lot of magic that is about to enter my best friend, and I intend on supporting him every moment of these treatments."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley beamed at Harry. Hermione stood in the corner of the room and let a small sob of pride. Jeremy wrapped his arms around her in comfort. Amanda whispered, "Take that you asshole," under her breath and hoped the Healer had heard her. Cam laughed lightly before stating confidently that he'd gladly help escort the man out of the room. At first, the Healer had looked taken aback, but after Harry was finished talking, the Healer gave Harry a look of utter respect and nodded his head.

"That won't be necessary," the Healer told Cam, before giving Harry a wink of understanding and apology and Harry was briefly reminded of Dumbledore.

"Fine. Let's begin then," Harry told them as he leaned his face down and whispered, "If we're going to do this, then you are going to live for a very long time because I can't fight for us alone every time. Stay strong, my love," and he leaned in and kissed Ron's ear lightly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ready to get through the extreme magic his body was inevitably going to take. He couldn't think of anything more worth it than seeing those bloody beautiful brown eyes one more time.

There you all go! Thanks so much for the Reviews! Ron's been sick at this point for nearly a year. I'll get another chapter out soon! R&R!