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In the time that followed there was absolutely nothing that Harry could do to get Ron to talk to him about what happened. They spent their remaining time at the inn while hardly saying a word to one another. Ron was hit by a sudden desire to do nothing except bury his nose in a book and study and even Harry's offer to take him to a movie could not pry him away from this.
"No thanks," Ron had said, flatly.
Harry for his part could not even begin to understand what had upset Ron so. He tried to puzzle it out from every angle but came up empty time and again. Was it that he hadn't told Ron that Sirius would be there? But why would Ron be upset about that, especially since Harry hadn't even known himself?
Harry found, though, that he was almost glad they weren't talking about it because if they did Ron would probably ask what he and Sirius had been doing and in truth Harry did not know the answer to that. All he knew was that seeing Sirius again had made him feel better than he had in months and it wasn't just because Sirius had cured him with a headache spell. Harry didn't know what would have happened if Ron hadn't come in on them when he did. But because Ron had the only thing that really happened was that Sirius apologized for whatever he may have done to bother Ron like that, gave Harry a hug, kissed him on the top of his head, and then transformed back into a dog so that he could leave the inn safely, leaving Harry alone in the room with the feeling that his scar was burning for a completely new reason.
Harry had rejoined Ron downstairs where Ron had tersely commented that Harry had certainly taken long enough and then immediately got up and walked out so that Pewsly could drive him and Harry back to their temporary home.
Now, weeks later, Harry sat across from Ron in their compartment on the Hogswarts Express and tried once again to get his friend to talk to him.
"Ron, whatever it is I did I truly am sorry."
"Forget about it," Ron replied. He didn't even look up at Harry and instead turned the pages of one of his textbooks with a quick, snapping gesture.
"Don't tell me you two have had a fight again," Hermione said. She sighed and looked back and forth between the both of them. "If you have I don't want any part of it. I think you're both idiots."
Harry gave Hermione a look of defeat. "I've done something to upset Ron but he won't tell me what it is."
"I said forget it, Harry," Ron said. He stopped reading long enough to shoot daggers at Harry with his eyes. "Just drop it. It's not important."
"Then why won't you talk to me?"
"Maybe because you won't shut up about it and let me get a word in edgewise," Ron said. He shook his head as though he found the entire situation unbelievable then turned back to his book.
"Ron, I - "
"Harry," Ron's voice had a dangerous warning tone in it.
"So, how are things here on the losing side?" Draco Malfoy said as he let himself in to their compartment. Crabbe and Goyle, as always, were with him. Draco favored Harry with a leer. "How was your summer, Potter? Have any fun? You know I spent lots of time with my father getting ready for what's to come. I hope you did too, Harry. The Dark Lord really appreciates it when his enemies try to give him a good fight. It makes it all so much more enjoyable."
"Get lost, Malfoy," Hermione said.
Draco looked around as though trying to find a fly that was buzzing around his head. "Hey, Goyle, did you hear something? I could swear I just heard a Mudblood trying to talk but I know there aren't any Mudblood animals smart enough to try a trick like that. Unless Potter here has been trying to train his pet for the circus."
Harry put a hand on his wand, ready to hit Malfoy with more spells than he could count before anyone could stop him. "Shut up, Malfoy, or you're going to wish Voldemort was here to save you."
Draco made a performance of mock-shuddering. "Ooh! Listen to the baby wizard, boys! I guess ol' Harry Potter thinks he's a big man now, bigger even than the Dark Lord. So tell me, Harry, is that because you let Cedric get killed so you could live or is it because you've only been spending every other night at home crying in bed for your mommy?"
"Drop dead, Malfoy," Ron's voice was eerily quiet when he spoke up. He had his wand out and was pointing it at Draco with a murderous expression. "Get out now or I'll have you spend the rest of this year in the hospital wing eating out of a tube that's put someplace I promise you won't like. Now leave!"
Something in the look in Ron's eyes made Draco back down. Malfoy looked from Crabbe to Goyle and then shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's go, boys. We'd better not stick around here in case the Dark Lord wants to take them early. Not that I wouldn't enjoy watching something like that, Potter," Draco added, giving Harry another leer as he left. With a wave of his wand Ron made sure their door slammed and locked behind him.
"Good riddance," Ron muttered.
Harry tried to catch Ron's eye to thank him. "Ron, I - "
"Leave it, Harry," Ron said. He turned back to his book once more.
Harry sighed, sinking down into his chair. He, Ron and Hermione spent the rest of their trip in silence.
Things here at school are OK. The professors have us so busy studying for the O.W.L.s that I hardly have time for anything else. I am managing to get in my Quidditch practice though and our first match this year will be against Ravenclaw. It would have been Hufflepuff but they needed extra time to get ready now that Cedric is gone. Practice is going well and I've even learned MacPherson's Defense. Everyone is certain we're going to win.
Harry silently added to himself that this was largely due to the fact that, unable to spend time with Ron, he'd been doing little else besides studying for his O.W.L.s and practicing on the Qudditch fields. It was the only thing he could do to try to take out his frustration at Ron's behavior.
Classes are murder. I think Snape's taken off at least seventy points from Gryffindor for things he thinks I've done, and Professor Trelawney is now convinced that I'm going to fall down a flight of stairs before Christmas break. I tried to find out if I could get out of going to her class because of this since the stairs to her room aren't very safe to begin with but she wouldn't agree.
Professor Maskerton is doing well with our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This semester she has us focusing on physical attacks and she says that after Christmas break we're going to study up on psychic ones. I'm doing well but the class is really exhausting. Last week we spent hours trying to learn how to tackle vampires and tie them up with garlic cloves. Everybody in the class still reeks of garlic but it was worth it to see the look on Draco's face when he accidentally got between one of the mother vampires and her young. He's still walking with a limp but he pretends that he isn't.
My dreams have not gone away but at least I'm not waking anyone else up with them as far as I can tell. I'm still trying to learn the headache spell that you taught me but in the meanwhile Dumbledore has been doing it anytime that I need. We decided that I should just go to him for that so that we don't start any rumors about my scar hurting and scare the school. Everyone's still very nervous even though nothing bad has happened yet. I am taking care of myself, though, and I promise I haven't been walking the school grounds by myself or anything. We have a trip into Hogsmeade next month but I'll have Hermione for company and maybe even Hagrid as well. Ron's still not speaking to me but he might come too. I don't know why he's still upset. I wish he would stop being such a jerk about it. I had enough of fighting with him last year.
Hedwig is doing well. Say hello to Buckbeak for me.
I'm pleased to know that you are behaving yourself and not doing anything foolish. Hogswarts should be safe enough for right now but there's no point in taking useless chances. You didn't say if you had anyone with you during your Quidditch practice but I know that's because you're smart enough to make sure of this without me having to remind you.
Sorry to hear about you and Ron. I wish I could talk to him for you and smooth things out. You're having a hard enough time of things as it is. But I guess you know that what I really wish is that I could be with you at all. One of these days you'll be able to come live with me, Harry, I promise.
Pay close attention to Professor Maskerton. I remember her from my days at school and she was one of the best students in our class. You'll learn a lot from her.
Buckbeak is doing well and says thank you for the basket of food you sent. I appreciated the gift too so thank you, Harry.
I can't give away any details but it is possible that you'll be seeing me again sooner than you think. I can't promise you this, though, because things have become so busy that it might not be possible for me to take the time to see you. If I can do it in any way rest assured that I will. I must admit being able to look at you and tell myself that you're all right would do me a world of good.
Take care of yourself.
Harry walked back to the Gryffindor dormitory with Sirius's letter clutched in his hand. Busy as he was Sirius had managed to keep writing to Harry as often as he had during the summer and Harry did not know what he would do without the frequent arrival of the post owls dropping yet another letter from him in his lap. This one had arrived at breakfast that morning and Harry had wasted no time in trying to find a quiet spot for himself to sit and read the letter over and over again. Sirius's words of support meant more to him than anyone else's, and he thrilled to think of maybe seeing Sirius again. Harry didn't want Sirius taking any unnecessary risks, of course, but the fact that Sirius would chance such a thing on his behalf made up for the weeks he'd been having to endure Ron's cold shoulder.
The Gryffindor common room was mostly empty when Harry returned. It was a weekend, which meant that most of the students were out doing anything except staying indoors and studying. A few fifth-years were scattered about, almost hidden behind the piles of books they had in front of them as they tried to memorize as much as they could for their O.W.L.s. Harry spotted Neville by the fireplace, unsuccessfully trying to work an Untangle spell which they'd been told would be one of their questions.
"'s not fair, Hermione. I get hand-me-downs of everything. Why this too?"
Harry looked around. He heard Ron's voice but it took him a few moments to find Ron and Hermione sitting by themselves at the far side of the room. Harry moved closer and tried to listen without being seen.
"Maybe it's not what you think," Hermione told Ron. She screwed her face up in an expression of thoughtful sympathy.
Harry couldn't see Ron's face but judging from Hermione's reaction he had looked at her in disbelief.
"Have you been watching what's been going on? He left the table so fast this morning I thought Malfoy had set his clothes on fire. Anyway, you weren't there."
Hermione nodded as though she knew what "there" Ron was referring to. "No, but even still, Ron - "
Ron shook his head, slumping back in his chair and looking out of one of the common room windows. "Even still I'm just an idiot," Ron said. "No big news there."
Harry moved forward. He felt he had to say something about that even if Ron didn't want to talk to him. But Hermione saw him coming before he got too close and shifted her position so that Ron would not see her gesture for Harry to leave them alone. Her expression wasn't angry, just worried.
Trust me, she mouthed at him, and motioned again for him to go upstairs quickly. Sighing, Harry obeyed, not knowing anything better to do.
"It's just so easy for him," Harry heard Ron say. Even though Ron was speaking softly his voice echoed up the staircase and rebounded around Harry's ears. "I mean I try and I work hard but it doesn't matter. He just walks right in and hogs all the glory."
"Ron - " Hermione said, her voice sounded of disapproval.
"Look I know it's very dangerous for him but it's dangerous for us too! You-Know-Who, Dementors - it's all the same now isn't it? Why should he get all the credit? That's all I want to know!"
Sirius's letter crinkled as Harry's hand made a tight fist around it. Harry walked upstairs, his ears burning at what he had heard. So it was that again, was it? In spite of what he'd said that summer Ron was once again complaining that Harry got all the attention. Well if that was the way Ron felt about it, fine. Harry would make sure Ron didn't have to worry about being in Harry's shadow anymore.
Who needed Ron Weasley anyway?
"I still think you're both idiots," Hermione told Harry when they met for lunch that Monday. She paused a moment to try to juggle her tray with a clipboard she was carrying. She had given up on the idea of trying to fight for the house elves with buttons and was now working on getting all of the students to sign a petition. Aside from a few frightened first years she hadn't had much luck.
"You mean that after all he said the other day?" Harry asked. It was only two days later but Harry still felt the pain of Ron's betrayal as though it had been minutes ago.
"Harry Potter, you don't know a single thing about what Ron was telling me," Hermione said as she made her way over to their table. "And you weren't supposed to hear any of that to begin with."
"Well I did, didn't I?" Harry said. "Anyway if Ron didn't want anyone else hearing him he shouldn't have been saying all those horrible things in the common room now should he?"
"And you shouldn't have been eavesdropping," Hermione replied. She picked up a forkful of casserole and chewed on it angrily. "You're both stupid and that's all I have to say about that. If you want to know more try talking to Ron for a change."
"He won't let me!" Harry said, not for the first time. He sighed and settled down to eat his food. "Suits me just fine. If he wants to feel that way about me he can go right ahead. I don't care."
Hermione choked as she sipped her pumpkin juice. It took several pats on the back before she could speak again. "Harry," she said, her voice rough from coughing, "I really can't talk about this anymore."
"Fine," Harry said. He began to eat his salad. He hoped this wouldn't turn into a fight with Hermione too. The last thing he needed was to loose another friend, especially with all that was going on between him and -
"Have you heard from Snuffles lately?" Hermione asked, apropos of nothing. She didn't look Harry directly but kept flicking her eyes up towards him as she cut up her food.
It was Harry's turn to choke now. "Um… yes," he said when he could breathe again.
Hermione nodded as though storing away this information for later reference. "How is he?"
"He's doing well," Harry said. He lowered his voice so no one else could hear them. "He says he might come by to visit me soon."
"Oh," Hermione said. She sat still for a moment, her knife poised in mid-cut above her plate. "And… you're happy about that, right?"
"Yes," Harry said immediately, then flushed in embarrassment at having spoken so quickly. The last thing he needed was for Hermione to guess… To guess what? he wondered.
If Hermione had noticed any of this she gave no indication. She turned back to her food and began muttering to herself.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," she said, but Harry knew the look on her face meant that she wanted to lecture him for doing something she didn't approve of.
"Don't tell me you're not talking to me anymore too?" Harry asked.
"No! No," Hermione said. She shook her head, her hair falling out of its ponytail. "I just… I need to go to the library."
"But you just sat down!" Harry protested.
"I forgot something," Hermione said. She quickly gathered up her things. She was about to flee the room when something stopped her and made her turn to Harry again. "Harry - it's not that I'm mad at you or anything. It's just… I can't talk about it right now. I'm still your friend though, no matter what." Harry didn't need to be psychic to know that the rest of that sentence was "Even if I do think you're making a big mistake."
Harry shook his head, not understanding her at all. "If you say so."
"I do," Hermione replied. She moved her books to one arm to give Harry a quick hug and then vanished, leaving Harry to sit by himself and poke at the remains of his meal.