The next morning, Harry woke flustered. He had a very bad dream, one with Voldemort in it. He was not strong, he was still very weak, but he still had so much power.

"Are you alright Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" he said. He wasn't fine. He was scared out of his brains, but he couldn't let anyone know that. He got up and had a shower. What had he just seen in his dream? Why would he be able to see it? Could anyone else see it? Was this connected to the fact that he was the only one who heard a girl screaming when the Dementor's came around? He shook his head, no way, no way in heck could all of this be related in some way. Not possible. Sirius Black was the danger at the moment, not Voldemort. He got out of the shower, turned it off and put his school uniform and robes on.

He walked into the common room to find Amos sitting next to Hermione. She was already sitting there when he left. Amos was playing with her hair and she was smiling in his arms. Harry could see Ron sitting on the opposite side of the room, absolutely fuming. You could see it in his eyes.

"Breakfast?" Harry said.

"Yes please" Hermione said standing up. Amos followed her.

"Coming Ron?" Harry asked. Ron didn't say anything, but stood and followed, straggling a little bit. He was extremely pissed off. More pissed off than ever. Hermione hardly knew Amos! It was breaking his heart. Hermione and Amos were holding hands in front of him.

"God, get a room" he said sourly.

"Aw, don't be so down Ron. You'll find someone someday" Amos said.

"I thought I already had" Ron mumbled under his breath.

Over breakfast Ron excluded himself from the conversations. Hermione was getting really fed up with his attitude. He needed to get over himself. Without finishing his breakfast, surprisingly, Ron stormed out of the great hall.

"Ron, seriously, get over it. I am going out with someone who isn't you. I don't have to go out with you! You don't run my life!" Hermione said as she followed Ron.

"You don't even know Amos!"

"What are you saying? That I can't choose my own boyfriend?" Hermione said quieter now they were in the hall.

"I'm not saying that at all! But why him not me?"

"You can't choose who you fall for!"

"I can't help that I fell for you!"

"And I can't help that I didn't fall for you! But please, stop taking it out on other people!" she said.

"Alright, fine. But don't blame me if you find me hanging from the roof!"

"But Ron! You're the one who was going to take your own life and destroy how many other peoples in the process!"

"Who's?"

"Your mums, your dads, your family's life! Lot's of people would be distraught!" she said.

"Would you care?" he said turning to face her, they were half way to the Gryffindor common room now.

"Of course I would Ron!" she said.

"No you wouldn't! I can see it in your eyes!"

"If that is what you think then you don't know me at all!" she said, watching Ron disappear into the common room. She didn't know what he was going to do in there. She didn't know whether he actually listened to her or not.

Ron didn't know what he was doing. He thought that he knew he wanted to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to get out his belt. What Hermione had said to him had hit him hard, he would never let her know that. Instead of getting out his belt and tying it to the ceiling, he got out his books and headed to class early. He didn't know why but he decided that he needed to be alone.