Chapter 2 : Never Say Good-bye
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Harry stood silent and alert at the door listening to what was being said inside. It sounded more like giggling then talking, but then all was quiet. Harry stood listening for a few more minutes, but he could not hear anything. He opened the door slowly so it wouldn’t squeak loudly.
Harry looked into the room, but there was no one there. He heard a movement from over by Ron’s bed, but he couldn’t see anyone. He looked in every corner, nook, and cranny, but he couldn’t find anything. He left the room with a feeling of foreboding.
It was like Hermione had said in their second year, “Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, Harry. Even in the wizarding world.”
He decided to back to the common room and find Neville. Maybe he couldn’t find out what was up with Ron, but hopefully he could settle one thing. “You liked Hermione once didn’t you?” Harry asked Neville.
“Yes,” he replied looking anxious and a little bit worried.
“So you know who she’s seeing then?”
“Oh ya,” said Neville slightly relieved. “She’s seeing Ron. They’ve been together for awhile. I can’t believe you didn’t know!” He clapped his his hands over his mouth, and his eyes got very large. “I didn’t mean to say that. Please don’t tell them that I told. They’d be furious!”
“I won’t tell them that!” Harry said furiously, “but they will get a piece of my mind!” He stomped back up the boys’ staircase. Now he knew that he hadn’t imagined what he had heard.
He shivered in spite of himself and looked around to see why. He had walked through Nearly Headless Nick in his hurry up to the dormitory. Walking through a ghost is never a good idea. It is like being drenched with a bucket of ice cold water. “Hello, Nick,” Harry spat without even looking up.
He threw open the dormitory door. It banged loudly against the wall and almost bounced back to hit Harry hard in the nose, but he caught it just in time. He took a quick sweep of the room with his eyes even though he knew it would probably take a lot more than that to find them, but there they were sitting on Ron’s bed. Close. Too close.
Harry was suddenly filled with fury. Such fury that it was like being swallowed by a raging river. Fury that was different. Different than his own. There was no escape. He ran the rest of the way into the room and threw the first spell that he could think of at Ron.
“Diffindo!” he bellowed. There was a burst of red light. Hermione shrieked and was thrown across the room.
“What the hell did you do that for?!” Ron shouted.
“Harry,” Hermione said quietly from across the room, “we never lied.”
“Well, you never told the truth either!” Hermione didn’t respond. She just looked at her feet instead. “So that’s why Ron will stand and fight. “For his precious mudblood girlfriend!”
That did it. Ron jumped up and yelled, “Rictusempra!” The spell hit harry in the stomach, and he doubled over laughing. Ron had used the tickling charm.
“Finite... finite incantatem,” Harry gasped. He stood up and turned back to face Ron. Harry was about to speak when Ron hit him with another curse.
“Relashio,” Ron had shouted.
Without even thinking Harry whispered, “Protego.” Instantly he was surrounded by a glittering shield. The boiling water that Ron had thrown hit Harry’s shield and bounced back on to Ron. While he was screaming in pain, Harry had a little time to think. “Tarantallegra,” he yelled. Ron was immediately shot into a frenzy of crazy and uncontrollable dancing.
Harry didn’t even have time to realize what had happened before Ron shouted, “Serpentsortia!” A large snake shot out of Ron’s wand.
“Ron!” Hermione shouted. “What do you think you’re doing?” Ron glanced down at the snake he had produced and the color drained from his face. He had as good as set a snake on himself. Harry started hissing madly urging it forward. To attack.
“No!” Hermione yelled. “Stupefy... stupefy... stupefy!” The snake froze in mid-strike and then fell.
“You right, Hermione,” Harry said cooly. “Why should I waste my time on a duel when I can finish what I started so much easier?” Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but she was too late. “Avada kedavra!” Ron fell immediately crumpling beside the bed.
“Harry!” Hermione shrieked falling down beside Ron. “What have you done?!” Harry stood motionless staring at the spot where Ron had fallen. What had he done? “Harry, you... you didn’t kill him did you?”
“I don’t know. Cummon let’s get him to the hospital wing.”
“And tell them what? ‘I’m sorry, Madame Pompfry, but I used an unforgivable curse on my best friend.’?”
“Let’s get him down there first, and then we can worry about that. Here, help me lift him.”
“Don’t be thick, Harry! We’ll never be able to carry him that far!”
“Well then what do you propose we do?”
“Do you ever pay attention in charms? Mobilicorpus.” Ron rose into the air like a puppet controlled by invisible string. “Let’s go! Hurry!” she shouted floating Ron out the door.
Harry didn’t know how they did it, but they managed to get Ron out of the common room unnoticed. Hermione was moving so quickly down the corridors that Harry had to jog to keep up with her. About half way down to the hospital wing they met Ernie and Hannah coming out of an empty classroom.
“Hello, Hannah,” Hermione said pleasantly. “Ernie,” she said a little less kindly. “Glad to see you’re still together.” She eyed Ernie’s left hand suspiciously which was surprisingly low on Hannah’s back.
“What happened?” Hannah gasped when she caught sight of Ron hanging in midair, his head lolling unpleasantly.
“Cummon, in here. We’ll tell you,” said Hermione leading them back into the empty classroom. “But we haven’t got much time.”
When Hermione had finished Hannah gave a dry sob and Ernie glared angrily at Harry. “I knew we should have never believed Dumbledore! You’ve been on You-Know-Who’s side the whole time. You’ve just been biding your time waiting to fulfill his orders by killing all the half-bloods and mudbloods!”
“Ernie! I’m a half-blood!” Harry shouted.
“No! Both your parents were magic!”
“What does that matter? I’ve got muggles like the Dursley’s in my family, don’t I?”
“How should I be able to fathom the mind of the Dark Lord?”
“We don’t have time for this, you two!” Hermione had stood up now. She was nearly in tears. “Can’t you just stop arguing long enough to do something useful?” The boys glanced at each other and nodded. “I just wish I would have gotten to say goodbye,” she said. The tears were now streaming down her cheeks. She turned to face Ron willing him to hear.
“Goodbye, Ron.” She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips then turned back to face the others. Harry looked over at Ernie and Hannah, but they weren’t looking at him. They were looking over Hermione’s shoulder. Harry looked too and had to do a double take.
It was Ron. His eyes were open, and he was smiling slightly. Ron stepped forward and slipped his arm around Hermione’s waist. She gasped and turned around.
“Our first kiss,” he whispered. He pulled her back and kissed her softly. She hesitated a moment and then kissed him back. Harry watched them together sadly. He was torn between two emotions. One that did not feel like his. One was absolut anger seeing Hermione with well. . .Ron, and the other was this little voice in the back of his head saying that it was meant to be.
Ron pulled back from Hermione slightly. “Never say good-bye,” he whispered and then fell back again being held up only by Hermione's spell.
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