Harry ran up to Ron's room, swung open the door. They were too late. Ron could do this quickly. Harry grabbed his best friend by the waist and hoisted him out of the belt which he had tied to the ceiling.

"Ginny!" he called out, "Fred, George!"

"What's going on" Fred said walking in. He stood there looking at Ron as Harry was hitting his face frantically trying to wake him up.

"He can't have been hanging there for too long" Harry said. Fred ran over and tried to wake Ron up. He got out one of the lollies he and George had been making.

Ron found himself in a completely white place.

"Where am I?" he asked himself.

"You are where ever this is. I believe it is platform nine and three quarters" said Ron's Grandfather.

"Grandad?" Ron asked.

"Hello Ronald. Now, what are you doing here?" the man asked, embracing Ron in a hug.

"I think I killed myself" Ron said.

"Well, why my dear boy?"

"I couldn't take it any longer"

"Take what exactly?"

"Everything. My life has been such a wreck lately" he sighed.

"So was mine when I was your age. But I got through it. Are you sure you want to be here?"

"No, I'm not. I was before. But now" he sighed. Suddenly he tasted something revolting in his mouth, "Ew, what is that?"

"What is what?"

"That, that taste. Can't you taste it?"

"I think it means that you aren't ready to die yet my boy. The train of life will be leaving soon. Get back on it. You will be surprised at where it takes you" his Grandad said, walking away slowly.

"I will. I promise" Ron said, watching his Grandad walk away. He got on the train. He really wanted to get rid of that foul taste in his mouth.

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, sobbing.

"What the hell is that?" Ron said, coughing and spluttering and gulping in air.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley said.

"Yeah dad?" he said.

"Don't ever try to do that again!" Mrs. Weasley said hugging Ron. Hermione was standing by the door. She smiled at him weakly. Ron didn't smile back though; he resented ever falling for Hermione. It was mean of her to set Fred and George up to do that to him. He looked at Harry, he was sitting on a chair with his head in his hands. Ginny was sitting beside him, rubbing his back. She saw Ron and smiled at him. She had never been so glad to see her brother alive, ever!

"Oh Ron" she sighed. Harry looked up. A huge smile spread across his face. Ron smiled back. He looked at Fred and George. It was one of the twins who had saved his life. He recognized the taste of the candy. He smiled to himself. He looked at his dad, then at his mum. He thought of what he would have missed out on.

"You silly boy" Mr. Weasley said, hugging Ron.

"Don't you think we should take him to St. Mungo's?" Hermione asked timidly.

"It might be best, considering he was practically dead for that amount of time" she completed. Mr. Weasley nodded and he took his son to St. Mungo's. Fred and George followed.

"Why would he do such a thing?" Hermione asked Harry.

"You" Harry replied simply.

"Me? How could I make him want to do that?" she asked.

"I don't know" Harry said, "But I think we should get some sleep. We can go see Ron in the morning" he said.

"Ginny, take care of the house" Mrs. Weasley said to her only daughter, "I will be back in an hour. Try to get some sleep ok?" she said, wiping the tears away from her daughters face and following her husband and sons to St. Mungo's. Tonight was going to be a long night. Harry walked up to Ginny.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am fine" she said sniffing and wiping the tears from her eyes. Harry hugged her and kissed her forehead. He had never seen Ginny cry before, but he didn't like it. He just wanted to kiss her again. But now was not the time.