At The End


Harry woke wearily. He hadn't slept well. He'd been having a dream about Ron. Ron was wearing Slytherin robes and saying Harry had to do it quickly or else all hell would break lose.

Harry sighed and threw his legs over the bed. He padded to the end of his bed and opened his trunk. Harry rummaged through the mess of a trunk, trying to find his robes. Once found Harry pulled them on haphazardly. When he was dressed he headed down to the common room.

Ron was already up, sitting in his favourite arm chair by the fire, looking like he hadn't slept well either.

"You look like I feel." Harry murmured. Ron gazed up at Harry with hazy eyes.

"I didn't sleep well." He grumbled.

Harry sat down opposite him. "Me either." He confessed. Both boys sat in sleepy silence for a few minutes.

"Bad dreams?" Ron asked Harry suddenly. Harry stared at him without speaking for a minute.

"Why do you ask?"

"I dunno," Ron shrugged. "You were muttering a lot." He said. Harry felt the blood creep into his cheeks.

"What did I say?" He questioned. Ron gazed absentmindedly into the fire before answering slowly.

"You said you couldn't kill me." Ron said slowly. Harry felt his face redden more, if that was possible.

"It was just a dream." Harry responded quickly. He was convincing himself of that as much as he was Ron. Ron remained silent. Harry felt uncomfortable. "Ron, it was only a dream." He said firmly.

Ron finally looked up at Harry and smiled, though only slightly. "Yeah, you're right of course." Then Ron stood abruptly. "We should get down to breakfast." He said. Harry nodded and stood.

The two boys walked to the great hall for breakfast. They sat down and began pulling food towards themselves. Harry wasn't hungry so he grabbed some toast and spread some jam on it.

The two boys ate in sleepy silence for a few minutes then Hermione startled them out of their silent eating by throwing a heavy book down onto the table. Ron ogled her for a moment.

"You're not for real?" He asked incredulously. Hermione glared at him yet Ron continued on. "Are you to tell me that that book is meant to be a bit of light reading or something?"

"No, Ron." She spoke quietly. "This is meant for…" Then she gave a sideward glance at Harry. "Other things." She finished. Ron looked down at the table and lowered his eyes.

"Would someone care to tell me what's going on?" Harry demanded. "As this obviously has some sort of relevance to me." He spoke angrily. Ron flinched and Hermione bit her lower lip.

"You know that ordinarily we would Harry, you know how much we hate to lie to you…" She began. Harry cut in.

"Really? You two seem to be doing it a lot over the past two years. You know for a guys best friends you guys are doing a lousy job of it." He spat viciously.

Ron stood and rested his hands on the table. He seemed angry.

"Look, Harry. You just don't get it. You think the world owes you something for what Voldemort did to you. You act as though the world should tell you everything about everything." He hissed. Hermione looked positively tearful.

"Ron, please. Just ignore it, let it go." She pleaded, but Ron took no notice.

"Just because Dumbledore didn't induct you into the order and he did us you feel you've been served an injustice and I for one am sick of it. I've had enough of you thinking you are the only one with problems. And I am about to rectify that." Ron sighed

"I'm sorry Harry. I have to do this; you left me with no choice." He looked away from Harry. "Another week's detention, Mr Potter." Ron looked straight at Harry.

Harry felt his insides go like ice. Did he just say that? "Ron, I'm sorry." Harry pleaded. Ron sighed.

"So am I. But you need to realise that you can't keep thinking like you do. Percy isn't talking to the whole family. He's been lured by Voldemort and I…." Hermione shushed him.

"Well… I have…. Certain… things that are plaguing me." You need to get it through you're head. I won't make your detention as bad as Malfoy's" he muttered.

Then Ron turned and left the great hall. Harry looked to Hermione who had tears streaming down her face.

"I am really sorry." Harry said. "I know Percy was an idiot but I thought everyone was over that." He mumbled. Hermione glared at Harry and shook her head.

"You don't understand." She sobbed. Harry was at a loss.

"What don't I understand?" He pushed but Hermione only shook her head.

"All I ask, Harry, is that you don't make this any harder. Just enjoy it for now. Take it while it lasts." Then she broke down into hysterical fits of tears.

Harry was stumped. Just what was going on here? What was he supposed to enjoy? Why wasn't anyone telling him anything?

All Harry got from anyone was more questions. No answers. Harry couldn't take it any more. It was enough to drive anyone mad. As the bell rang Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way to Transfiguration, feeling very confused.

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