Defiant Blood – Blood and Bone Saga - Part 2

Chapter 2

"Your gone, or you're going." Pansy whispered, "how did I know I'd lost you before we even got going".

She was laid up in the hospital bed with Ron. His body was a broken shell now, any life that remained was only clinging on. Pansy didn't believe it, that he could recover; he'd already said goodbye to her on the hilltop and left her as he lay in her arms.

"I made the choice to choose you, and I can't even have a day without you being taken from me".

She had no idea that as he was transported, she was too. That as he was worked on, she lay there with him, no one able to pry her off after repeated tries. But now after all that, she was lay with the sheet over her head, hiding from the world, feeling only his neck as her face pressed into him.

She remembered the words she'd begged him to say aloud, only that morning in this same bed. His reluctancy only lasted seconds until he did, for her. He gave her what she wanted and told her the lie she'd begged of him. She played back what he whispered in her ear. Her eyes squeezed shut she could hear him, there whispering to her now.

She forced the words over and over, listening to them on repeat, she wanted to be intoxicated with them, drunk on an idea it was real. She played her words now, then his, hearing both, it could be so real for her. Happening right now within this bed. She saw his blue eyes looking at her as they hid together under the sheet, so full of life.

"You were my first true desire", she breathed into his face, his eyes sparkled, and she melted into them.

"My first true heart ache", he leaned in kissing her and she swore she could feel it.

"My first-…", her breath caught as she couldn't keep the vision in her mind, she wanted to see him like this, eyes open and full of life, still hearing the words but they were fading.

Screams of anguish, cries of anger and despair had echoed out from within the Hospital ward as the Weasley family mourned for their brother and son. As they did. Only he was visible to them, as the mist descended. Other's present, the company around then and the details within sight were lost to them in this tunnel vision.

The shouts and cursing died as time dictated it should, then while only sobs and tears remained were they able to search for answers as questions arose. This was when they looked past the figure of kin and saw the wider room.

Like Molly, who's arms draped her son as she sobbed at his side, having fallen to the floor, she was on her knees. She finally saw past the blur beyond his features, only now feeling the confusion as another body came into view. There was a small presence of mind earlier, she thought it might be her husband, holding their child from the other side of the bed. As she saw it, she thought there were two body's that were battered and broken.

Its features were visible now, a girl, pale with jet hair, but fair and petite. A spark in Molly demanded to know who this person was near her boy. But as it bubbled up, she recognised the shuddering sob that escaped her lips, and it stilled her. She understood it as devastation from someone exhausted, she'd been crying much longer than Molly and had no more tears to shed, Molly understood that kind of loss well. The girl lay clinging to him, tightly like a baby clung to its mother, eyes shut in desperation.

Molly's hand reached out of its own accord, pushed on by maternity, she stroked the girls face. Slowly she looked up, opening her amber eyes to the woman. Molly couldn't speak, all she could do was this, rolling her thumb repeatedly against her cheek. Somehow comforting others always worked in comforting herself more than being left in her own grief. The two stared into each other's eyes for the longest time until Pomfrey came back, and Molly knew she had to move to let her work.

Coming round to the other side she took the girls shoulders, she didn't resist, except to go back and place a kiss on his temple where she remained for moments nuzzling him. As the girl stood the maternalism returned as the poor creature swayed with exhaustion and with eyes devoid of any life, Molly pulled her close with a fierceness.

Arthur stood by the fire, his boys were broken, and he had no choice but to stand with them. The twins under one arm, Charlie and Bill in the other. He was transformed momentarily to ten years previous. Ron and Ginny were just older than toddlers, the twins barely older, his eldest three just on the cusp of no longer wanting their dad's affection. It had been so long since he got to do this, and his heart ached as Percy wasn't there. He was anxious though, for all his boys he only had the one little girl. And with his son lay so close to death he wanted her too, to keep her safe.

Arthur had started to crack as he first saw Ron, the morbidity of the sight of his son torn apart as he appeared hit his chest stronger than any curse. He couldn't tell you what he shouted as he screamed out in wild rage after first walking in. But that had been brief, tears came soon after and even these had to be shelved. Molly was the iron fist in his life, as he liked it, she often brought him peace in an otherwise hectic world of nine. But behind that she needed strength as did the kids, that came from him. To that end that was what he had to be now, Strength.

As Molly sat the girl down in a chair, covering her with a sheet she left her there as she shut her eyes to the room, hoping she'd sleep. She noticed the boys with Arther and saw the Order stood waiting. They met as Arther left their boys by the fire, she took his arm needing to feel anchored to him as the others approached.

"Who's the girl?" Molly asked looking to McGonagall.

Arthur was stunned this was the first question that came to her, "Is my son going to live!

McGonagall held a face like the others, a mask of grief and sorrow for them both. But before she could speak Pomfrey stepped in, "Arthur, I'm sorry but I don't know. He's very weak but a team will be here any moment to set up a trauma portkey to St Mungo's. He's in a stasis coma for now, he's ok until that's lifted, that's when we'll…we'll know. Everything that we can do has been done, please know that".

He nodded but none of it helped, "what happened!"

"In answer to both your questions", McGonagall now spoke up, "he was with Parkinson… er… Pansy who is by all accounts his girlfriend".

"But he doesn't have a girlfriend", Molly said lost.

"Molly please!" Arthur's patience inexistent despite his effort to hold things together.

"They were on a date, but together with their friends and they apparently left to go off alone. When they did, they were set on by Deatheaters. They disappeared with Ron to the hilltop by the village where they…", she paused looking over at his bed.

"You said friend's, where's Harry? where's Hermione? they need to be here, I need to know there safe", Molly said in panic.

Arthur squeezed her shoulder but looked just as anxious, now thinking of them he was as worried for them as he was his own.

"He's safe, he's just not coping well. He's gone with Hermione to sit with Ginny and Pansy's friends in the room next door. We found it best as they're all so shaken up", Pomfrey came forward. "As for what happened up there, no one fully knows. He was badly attacked; his skull had a fracture as he's been struck with something. Then it looks like someone's used…", she struggled feeling sick, "they used the Blasting Curse on his arm, separating it above the elbow".

"And his, his face?"

"The Blasting Curse was too close, it caused so much damage, I think he's blinded in his left eye. But there were traces of something on his clothes, someone's used a powder that seems to have cauterised the wound or at least tried to. But it doesn't work like that and that's reacted with the curse, causing the injuries you've seen".

Pomfrey looked over at where Pansy sat asleep, "you should know, if Pansy hadn't of acted when she got to him first, he would have bled out. Her and those girls are the reason he has a chance, Potter, Granger and Longbottom too, they all played their part for him".

"You said Parkinson," Arthur now remembering what was said, "not Arachnus and Parisa's daughter?"

"Correct", Snape spoke up, "though she is not as she once was, she's made many changes".

"But Lucius Malfoy has been bragging throughout the Ministry about joining their houses, she's betrothed to Draco!"

"As I said Arthur, changes. She has decided to denounce her house and blood rite, I believe for herself but also for Ronald".

"But she'll be alone! She's just a child", Molly looked back at her.

"That fight you wrote to us about, the one where he and Draco knocked hell's bells out of each other, that was over her wasn't it", Arthur's anger beginning to rise as he found a correlation that he felt sinister.

"Correct", Snape nodded.

"And she's due to be with Malfoy, this is payback. He did this, where is he!"

"Arther!" Dumbledore arrived behind them all, surprising everyone with his presence. "I must plead that you remain calm my friend. We can't know that, and you know I can't allow you to set about a student".

His presence seemed to bring calm, even to Arther as his emotions got the better of him. "I'm sorry Albus".

"Quite alright Arthur".

"Albus, is there nothing you can do for him?" Molly asked quietly.

"I can assure you that if it is in my power to do so, I will do whatever I can for Ronald. And as a first point I will ask that you allow us to keep him with Miss Parkinson for as long as we can if that helps to bring him back".

"But why?"

"Arthur! Because she saved your son's life! Because that poor girl is more devastated than his own mother is". Molly turned on him quickly, "Can you imagine losing someone you love at an age like that and after you fought to keep them alive".

"He's not gone", he snapped back, "and it's not love at their age".

"Hardly younger than you were when I first heard the words come from your mouth!" She turned on him feeling this blind need to defend the girl and strike down her husband's grief, "It might not be all for him, but she's giving up her life to choose for herself and she chose our son".

"This is ridiculous-…".

Dumbledore coughed loudly, silencing them both. "Kindly remember where you are, and why you're here". They turned to see the kids watching them with a mixture of emotions on each of their faces. But Dumbledore pulled their focus back on him. "That's not strictly true Arthur. I must apologise but I have kept something from you this past week or so. It's something that I wanted to try to understand better before I came to see you personally, but any answers have, until tonight, alluded me".

"What is it, about Ron you mean?"

"Yes, but perhaps if we sat", he led them over to the seating area, conjuring more for each of them. Once there he informed them of the outburst in Gryffindor tower, as well as the coinciding attack on Pansy's sight. He gave them details of what transpired in the hospital wing and then had to allow McGonagall to continue. She had to explain what recent rumours there were about the two of them and that there was a likelihood that there was truth to it. Molly had her hands on her mouth as Pomfrey explained she had to perform a pregnancy test as neither could fully deny it wasn't at all impossible.

"So, you see, what little we know, we can say for sure that whatever this is between them is anything but a trivial high school romance".

Before the Weasley's could answer the door opened as the Medi- Healers arrived and started to prepare transport for Ron. Ginny came in with Tracey, hand in hand along with everyone else.

Molly and Arther went over and pulled Ginny into their arms, then grabbed for Harry as they did. Ginny and Harry were both still attached to Tracey and Hermione, this pulled them in to. As both parent's remembered Pomfrey's words they started to grab as many of them as they could reach trying to widen their arms to embrace them all.

"Thank you, each of you for what you did for our boy", Arthur said as tears welled. He was met with more watery eyes as they smiled back at him.

"Ginny, we need to go with Ron, your brothers are here, but if you need to come with us, we can…".

"This is Tracey", Ginny said with vacant eyes as her gaze drifted to Ron's bed.

Molly blinked at them both, "yes dear, its lovely to meet you Tracey, I'm Molly".

"Thank you", the girl said weakly.

"Can Tracey come?"

Molly blinked again, "I… don't know dear", she didn't want this to become any harder but now her instincts were building as she looked closely at them both. Both looking equally lost she didn't want them left to sink lower.

"Is Pansy going too", Ginny said in that same weak breathy voice, "Pomfrey said she had to stay with Ron, Tracey's Pansy's best friend, she should be there".

Molly stared into her eyes as worry bit at her, she nodded deciding she wanted her daughter with her, checked over even. "Yes love, you can both come".

"Ok, thanks Mum". And again, she seemed too wispy for Molly's liking and her worry for her daughter grew.

She pressed her fears onto Arther and the adults. As Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall would be joining them they agreed to the request.

They were ready to leave and only Pansy remained to be woken.

Pansy dreamed of Ron. Here she didn't just have to see him like an image she held tight in her mind's eye, here she could touch and taste and feel. It was strange, when she dreamed of late it was always the same. She felt she was in a place of blackness, the same null void that nothing penetrated, no thought or feeling except that of a familiarness that always ended up being Ron, like an aura. Swirls of colour met scents and feelings and those brought the images of him.

Now things had changed, right now she felt that same place but as if she'd been practicing. She just had to think of what it was that reminded her of him, a laugh, a scent, a smile and they came to her. Ready to pick like fruit on a tree, she had full reign to choose the dream.

She smelt broom handle wax; this widely made her think of him so it gave her a wide choice of all the times he smelt like that. She chose the time he almost walked through her in the Main Hall.

Ron walked, thundering along as he did. Before when this happened, she hadn't noticed him until he nearly knocked her down. Now she couldn't take her eyes off him. Pansy had almost leapt back the first time. Now she stood routed as he towered over her. She had flustered, huffing loudly. Now though she could only bite her lip looking at him.

She remembered taking a step back, now she took one forward. How had she been so frightened by her giant, he was so gentle with her. "With me", she thought, aloud.

It shocked him when she'd stepped back and he stepped to her in confusion, but she hadn't this time, so as he did, she was right under him as he looked down at her. She shook her head in amusement, he was always so cute when angry.

But she'd changed things in this memory, because while it was a memory it was first and foremost a dream, and now she had awareness and that felt like power. Deciding her power was best used making the most of it she jumped. Leaping onto him Ron had no idea what to do but catch her, staring at her in shock. She was level with him now and those beautiful lips, she dived in, claiming his mouth as hers.

She shut her eyes and as she did, imagining him claim her in response. Her eye's opened in shock as she felt his hands move, taking her weight by grasping at her rear. He plunged his tongue into her mouth. She was wide eyed as she saw him continue his assault now. But how, when he was just a memory, and this never happened. She supposed if she made changes as a dream, changes would make themselves.

Quite as quickly though she found she didn't care, he was here with her, and she could feel and taste him. It was what she'd hoped for and more.

They continued to kiss until she pulled back and rubbed her face on his, "I miss you".

The heart ache of thinking about why she missed him struck her and it began to ruin the illusion, she pushed it aside wanting to remain, to hide behind lust.

"Lie for me again Ronald".

He smiled still, not answering.

"Please say something, breathe into my ear, tell me I'm yours".

He only smiled further and the illusion broke, "you can't, even though I have those memories I can't hear you?" No reply came and her head dropped.

The memory of why she wanted this so badly hit her and the overwhelming feeling of loss struck at her again. The memory faded and all fell to black. She rolled the dice in her mind and settled on pain, the memory of his pain. She chose which memory from that selection and found herself in the Hospital wing with him.

It was night and he was resting after falling off his broom during the match with the Slytherin's. She played it forwards and waited for him to get up as she took pity on him and made his bed. Not waiting any more than she needed to, she got to why she was here. She slipped under the sheet with him. Here she lay stroking his shoulder as they talked, now though she settled herself into his chest and lay her head on his heart. She reached for his good arm and draped it over her, stroking him with her fingers.

"I could have done this for hours with you. We could have found days to do this and nothing else".

Pansy looked up, he didn't speak, he just smiled at her. She sighed as more reality bled into this world, she wanted to remain pain free. She lay down and felt the rise and fall of his chest, it's rhythmic repetition was still comforting to her at least. She decided to just stay here and hide with him.

"Awake I can try and remember your voice, here though I hear nothing, it's cruel". She continued to do nothing, blissfully. "Why is it I had years of fawning over him, following and hoping and yet those memories feel like a shit bucket of crap. I have a few weeks with you, and everything was precious".

She lifted her ear searching for sound, it was automatic but slowly, sadly, she was accepting she didn't need to. "Really though, while it's just us, where the hell did this come from. I mean, you were just a crush, an infatuation maybe at a push, how did you get to be so in my head".

"Your so fucking cute in this light", she breathed as she looked up to peek at him, she lay back down. "I think I'm just a girl who fell for a boy and now… now I'm paying the price". She sat up fully to look at him, "is that it? Do you think that's what this is, the pain of losing…", she paused, "fuck that hurts! Do you think this is just me with my feelings and emotions cranked up and that's why I feel this way".

Ron stared at her with that same smile, the only difference was his raised eyebrows, "yeah you would give me that look", she laughed, "it wasn't real though, this, us I mean. We weren't in love, not really, this was just powerful, wasn't it? But then again, this morning…", she felt her cheeks redden even in this dream.

He reached for his injured shoulder and winced as he had all night as it had when this happened for real. "If you will play that silly game", he smiled again, and she smirked "idiot, my idiot".

Something hit her, it felt strong enough to slap her awake there was such force behind it. "Your arm!" she jumped off the bed, pacing back and forth as she thought. "Your arm hurt, yes I know you fell off your broom", she turned to him annoyed, "twice!" she shook her head and continued to pace, this felt important.

"But your arm hasn't stopped hurting all year, I can't think of a time you were injured that didn't involve your arm". She was pacing again, "Then there were our…episodes, always the arm. You've taken more pain to that thing than I could imagine". She stopped, "so why weren't you in pain on the hill".

"When that bastard shoved you, you reached for your shoulder before you swung and hit him, you were hurt. So why weren't you in agony after they…", her breath caught, and she started to struggle with her breathing. The memory of how she found him tore into her worse than any pain she'd been feeling in her stomach all year. She gripped the bedside table, "calm it girl its ok, it's your dream, no panic attacks", it didn't register that she was speaking aloud.

"After they did that, you should have been screaming, but you could have been in shock!" she shook her head, "but I don't think you were, you were spaced out but silent, just panting. But you snapped out of it and spoke to me and Liza had hold of your arm, it should have been more than you could bare". She looked back at him, "Why?"

He sat smiling as was normal for him and she softened under his gaze, "why does it feel like my worlds sat staring at me". She paused, "what, what? I'm thinking this, but I'm speaking, why aren't my words staying in my head". She stopped, focusing on the floor, "in, my, head", her eyes widened, "but I just thought that! I didn't say it, and this!" Her hand clapped to her mouth.

She turned back to him, "I can't think here, I can only speak what I'm thinking, what kind of dream is this?"

"I need to see you, your arm. This is so bizarre, I swear I'm only thinking this shit!", his eyes rose, "oh you can shut up".

She walked over to him and kissed his forehead, she made to stand up but his hand caught hers and pulled her into a kiss. She pulled back looking at him, now her own eyebrows raised, "fuck it", she smiled and went back in for more.

"I need to go, I Lov-…", she stilled, shaking her head, "no!", she whispered, "but then, I had to have thought it!". Biting her lip, she smiled sadly back down at him, "goodbye", she kissed him once more and walked out through the curtain".

The blackness swirled as she thought of his arm and his pain, the image of him in a sling came to her and she found the memory of her lesson with Neville and his with Tracey. Like pouring an inkwell into water the images spiralled and formed.

She was stood next to Neville and was astounded, "by how much control I have in this dream", she paused again, "this is bloody weird. Now, I was with you Neville all lesson until I went with Snape". She looked down and saw Neville cutting his water beetles wrong under her nose. "How the hell did I miss that, your better than that boy. Now where was I, right, can I go over to Ron and see him. Well, I was close by, and I can see him, I just didn't hear their conversation". She slapped her temple, "of course, why would that matter no one's spoke a bloody word to me so far".

Pansy left Neville and went over to Ron and Tracey's table, the closer she came to them the more in frame they got. "No way, this is working, cool". She walked up next to Ron, "hello beautiful", she leaned past him to see Tracey, "and you Trouble. Now let's have a look at your arm".

She did her best to check him out, "I don't know what I hope I'd achieve with this. I thought!" she added sarcastically to herself. "I'm at least seeing how much he's wincing and gritting his teeth with the slightest of movements though, so maybe that's something in favour of my theory", She watched Tracey closely, "I see you Madam, whenever he's not looking, you bit your lip three times in as many minutes, I'll be having words with you when I see you. I might not be able to hear what you're saying but I can certainly tell when someone's flirting. Ron she's shagging your sister, Ha! Cats out now bitch".

After time passed, she sighed, "Oh, I don't know, what was I really expecting to find here! I just have this theory that somehow it's all connected", She leaned on the table with her head in her hands looking up at him, "my Salazar, you didn't half keep staring over at me did you cutie. Big loyal dog aren't you, even with this randy bitch at your side", she laughed.

"But I feel so close to something, I feel like whatever's been getting at us has connected us and we've somehow. I don't know, I want to say been poisoned. It's like time has poisoned us and you were getting all the pain of what they did to you, but at all the wrong times". She frowned, "and I know that doesn't sound right, because you fell off your broom twice and that's got to hurt. But I still feel like I'm right on this".

She paused, "that's a horrible thought though, because then that means I'm due something too". Her hand went to her stomach of its own accord. "I wish you were for real, able to talk to me!" She straightened up as she spoke, then yelped as he leaned over and took her face. He pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

"Bloody hell, that didn't happen", she shrugged, "neither did the kiss in his hospital bed, but as I learnt before If I can change things then…". She eyed him, "we hadn't even had our first kiss yet, so you were this pent up wanting to, even this far back then were you". She smiled, "maybe I can take you in the storeroom and…", she nodded back over her shoulder with a sultry look, as she did, she looked back at the door she'd indicated and jumped in fright.

Her mouth fell open as she saw what looked like a window frame hanging in the air at the door. It was large, maybe twice the size of what the door should be. And there inside, was Ron, walking past.

She turned back to the desk, Ron stood silently smiling at her, looking from him to Tracey she found the girl wearing a puzzled look as she stared into Pansy's face. She spun back, Ron had stopped and was staring at her in disbelief. He looked over at his left and she realised he was seeing her own memory stood with Neville, then he looked back at her pointing. Panic and shock on his face, he started shouting but she couldn't hear anything, when he started banging on the glass it focused her mind, and she ran to him.

She sprinted, getting to the frame, she found the glass was solid. "Ron!", she shouted, watching as he did the same. "Ron what is this, where are you, what the fuck is going on".

He put his hand to his ear, "Oh my god he can hear me! No, he can't hear me, but he know's he can't hear me, this can't be the same", she looked around, the classroom carried on as it had.

He started banging on the glass, as he did she heard something, "I've not heard anything here before! But I can hear banging now, what is this!" She put her finger to her ear and pointed at the glass mouthing, "I hear that", as clearly as she could signal. As she did she saw his arm and jumped back in fright, hands to her mouth.

"What?" she couldn't hear it but read it on his lips.

She pointed, "your arm!"

"He's got no arm", she thought, aloud as she now did. "This, this isn't a dream, he's… you're not a dream!" she pointed at him.

He twisted his head, clearly not hearing her, then he started to bellow, and she heard something far off and muffled. Eyes wide she pointed again franticly. She pushed her ear into the glass.

"Are…Dead", she pulled back and pointed up hoping he could go louder, she flattened back to the surface, "you dead…are you".

She pulled back, "Dead", she mouthed, "me?" she pointed. "No!", she shook her head and closed her palms to her ear indicating she was asleep. Ron's face fell in relief but then it changed to shock as hers did.

"He's not dead, Or I'm not dead but I'm dreaming, he's dreaming, we're dreaming! and I'm what? dreaming in the same place as him?" she looked back at the glass between them, "almost".

He was watching her closely and then he started to bang on the glass again. He pointed at her, then at his mouth, then signalled 'talk' with his hand, then finally pointed at his head. He kept repeating this same gesture.

Quickly she got it, "talking…not thinking, yes!" she nodded.

He pointed at himself, "me too!" he mouthed. And as she looked closely, she could see his mouth moving much quicker to himself as she'd been doing. He turned his head and carried on talking, the act looked like he was talking to someone else.

She waved, catching his attention as she thought the thing she needed to know the most. She mimed for him to come to the glass and as he did she began to scream as loud as she could, as loud as life depended on it. "Are, you, alive!".

It took three huge efforts before he turned and mouth, "Alive, me?", and she sighed in relief nodding. But then she saw his face go vacant as he looked at her. She couldn't help put her hand on the glass in yearning. Ron shook his head and shrugged, lifting his arms she could read his lips, "I don't know!"

It broke her heart, but she couldn't let it go, he was here, they were together, and she was determined he was alive.

"You are, you are alive!" she nodded, signing as much as she could as if her life depended on it., "You come to me, wake up, come home!" Tears began to well and quickly fall as he put his hand on the glass as she did. He looked as broken as she felt. She put her forehead on the glass, and he followed. When she looked up, he spoke again. She couldn't hear but she could read it from those lips, and it made her heart swell. She said it back to him and knew he read it clear enough to believe it as she now did.

She saw his lips again as they had before, like he was still talking to someone else. It was only now she could notice he was in a hallway, a corridor of sorts. It was vast and full of grandeur; it seemed to go on in both directions endlessly. Beyond she saw it was full of frames, squinting she could see what she thought looked like herself. A thought was about to formulate when she saw something and screamed.

Pansy jumped back pointing, "Ronald behind you, run, run!", but he didn't move. He just looked behind him then back at her, throwing a thumb over his shoulder as he spoke.

Pansy was reeling from the fright; she hadn't seen it because she mistook it as a shadow. It was vast, some eight or nine feet tall, black upon black. A fully cloaked body rose up to its hood where a large beak like mask protruded out. It looked like a creature of the grimmest sort and terrified her that it loomed so close to him.

Ron was roaring again, as loud as he could. She leaned back in and after the second time she heard it, her eye's widening in shock. "Corvus!"

"Corvus", she repeated, "that thing is Corvus?" she pointed, and he nodded, "how!"

She felt something shift and the world around her began to bleed. In a panic she spun around, the dream was fading. Turning back, she started to bang on the glass in pleading. "Ron! You need to wake up!". He was banging now too and looking through her, he too could see it was deteriorating. His hand was on the glass again, she found it. She repeated her screams, demanding he wake. He started to go, as he did, she could read what he said again, it broke her to see it. She shouted it back as loud as she could.

"Ron!"

"Pansy!"

She opened her eyes, "Pansy wake up, we need to go, there taking Ronald to St Mungo's".

Pansy jumped out of her chair looking for him, "Ron! Ronald! Where is he? He's with Corvus!"

"My god not again, not now!", Minerva breathed running over.

A/N

I struggled with placing this chapter, just thought I'd share. As I wrote this first as Chapter 1, Chapter 1 with Ron and Corvus originally being Chapter 2

I liked the pace after Pansy fell asleep and then her dream coinciding with Ron trapped in a realm of afterlife worked rather than just, he's in a coma and eventually wakes up. I just couldn't help but think this way round pacing felt better.