A/N: This is a sequel to "He doesn't deserve this." You don't have to read the original but it will make more sense. If you haven't read the original then I would recommend you leave this story and go and read it. But here are a few facts about this story:

Harry had Acute Myeloid Leukemia in his fourth year. He is going into his fifth year now.

Sirius used a spell to transfer Harry's cancer to himself. He is dead.

Harry's cancer has a 6% chance of relapsing.

Harry is living with Remus Lupin.

Harry is dating Hermione Granger.

Arabella Pine has moved to America. She will not make any appearances in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he belongs to JKR. I am not making any money from this.

Ron Weasley was usually a sound sleeper. He never got nightmares. So all of the Weasleys were surprised when they awoke to screaming and crying coming from his room at two o'clock on the warm summer morning.

Mrs. Weasley was awake and hurrying up the stairs before Mr. Weasley was even out of bed. Having seven children, she was used to this routine.

Mrs. Weasley had reached Ron's room to find him silently crying in his sleep. She went over to her youngest son and gently tried to wake him.

"Ron, sweetheart, its ok, you were dreaming, its alright." She whispered in a soothing voice.

This caused Ron to wake up with a start.

"NO! NO! HARRY, HARRY NO! PLEASE! NO!" he screamed as he woke, before he broke down sobbing.

"Shhh, Ron, sweetie, it's alright, Harry is fine. Its ok, baby." Mrs. Weasley said, hugging Ron close to her. She knew that his dream must have been bad, since he had not let her call him 'baby' since he had turned fifteen.

"I- I saw H- Harry, h-he was d- dying. His c-cancer came b-back!" Ron stuttered, still sobbing into his mum's shoulder.

"Harry is fine, Ron. You saw him just yesterday."

"No, no he was in the hospital! His cancer, it came back! He is dying! Mum, Harry is dying!" Ron said. He was working himself up into quite a state.

"How about I go and floo call Harry? I'll bring him back here and then you can see that he is fine. But I must tell you, Remus won't be happy when I arrive in their living room at two in the morning."

" I don't care. I need to see Harry. I need to know that he is okay." Ron said, wiping his tears from his cheeks.

"Alright. Percy, dear, would you go downstairs and make your brother a cup of tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked Percy. He nodded and went downstairs. "And the rest of you can go back to bed. You too, Arthur. You have work tomorrow. " She said to Fred, George, Ginny and Mr. Weasley, whom had gathered at the door.

Mrs. Weasley hurried to the downstairs living room and went over to the fire. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked into the green flames, shouting, "Remus Lupin's house."

Remus was sitting on the couch, watching a movie, when Mrs. Weasley gave him the fright of his life.

"Bloody hell, Molly. What brings you here at two in the morning?"

"Sorry, but Ron woke up screaming and crying a few minutes ago. He said that Harry was dying. He wanted me to come here and fetch Harry for him, if that's alright with you, of course."

Just as Remus was about to answer, they heard a door open upstairs.

"What's going on?" Harry lazily mumbled, putting his glasses on.

"Harry, dear, Ron's had a nightmare. He woke up screaming and crying."

"Is he okay?" Harry asked, suddenly wide-awake.

"Yes, I think he'll be fine, but would you mind coming over for a bit?"

"Of course, but how about he comes here instead? He can spend the night. If that's okay with you, Remus."

"Yes, that's fine with me." Said Remus. He loved having Harry's friends over, since it reminded him of his childhood. The house was never empty since Remus adopted Harry at the beginning of summer.

"I'll floo home and fetch Ron." Said Mrs. Weasley.

"Wait, can I come too? I want to make sure he's okay." Said Harry.

When Harry and Mrs. Weasley arrived at the burrow, Ron was sitting at the kitchen table, quietly sipping a cup of tea. He jumped up when he saw Harry and ran over, embracing his best friend in a hug.

"Harry, you were dead, the- the cancer…"

"Ron, Ron look at me." Said Harry, grabbing Ron by the shoulders. Ron made eye contact with Harry. "The cancers gone. And its not coming back. Now, go upstairs and pack an overnight bag."

While Ron was upstairs, Ginny came down to see what was going on.

"Hi, Ginny." Said harry when she came into the kitchen. "Having a nice summer?"

Ginny stared at him for a few seconds, before turning and bolting back upstairs.

"Was it something I said?" Harry asked Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"No, not at all, dear. I think she is jealous that you and Hermione are together. How are things with you two anyway?"

"Brilliant." Said Harry. "We've both fancied each other since first or second year. I actually have plans to meet her in Diagon Alley tomorrow. She'll be most exited to see Ron."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I'm great. No Evidence of Cancer for nearly a month now."

"Oh, that's just lovely." Mrs. Weasley said. A few seconds later, Ron was back, with a large overnight bag.

"Bloody hell, Ron, how long are you planning on staying?" Harry asked when he saw the size of Ron's bag.

Ron playfully punched him on the shoulder.

"Alright then, mum. We'll be off. See you tomorrow evening."

And with that, Harry and Ron stepped into the green flames.

When they stepped out at Remus and Harry's house, Harry went straight towards the armchair and sat down. The floo powder flames had given him a pounding headache. Harry laid his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths.

Ron and Remus exchanged a concerned look.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Said Harry, looking up. "its just, ever since the cancer, simple things can still wear me out."

"Go on, then. Upstairs to bed." Said Remus, helping Harry stand up. The two teenagers went upstairs and both collapsed onto Harry's queen-sized bed. They were asleep before they had gotten under the covers.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, rushing over and hugging him. She had been most surprised to see him here. She hadn't seen him since school ended.

"Oh, I'm here too, by the way, in case you didn't notice." Said Harry, pretending to look hurt.

"I know, silly. I only have eyes for you." Hermione said, walking over and giving her boyfriend a kiss.

"Should we get our school stuff now, or should we go and look in a few shops first?" asked Ron, shifting his weight between his feet. He always felt awkward whenever Harry and Hermione kissed.

"We should buy our school stuff first, Remus is still here and he can take it home for us so we don't have to carry it around." Said Harry. "Lets go to Madame Malkin's first, I need some new robes."

Within the next hour, the three had visited Madame Malkin's, Flourish and Blotts and Ollivanders. They handed their shopping over to Remus, who apperated back to his house.

"Wish we could apperate." Said Ron "Lets go into Quality Quidditch Supplies. I need some new broom wax."

"You guys go on without me." Said Hermione, who wasn't really in to Quidditch. "I'm going to go buy another book from Flourish and Blotts."

Harry and Ron spent about half an hour in Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron bought some new broom wax and Harry picked up his own copy of Quidditch Through The Ages.

Hermione finally managed to drag them out of their favorite shop, after some complaining from Ron.

"Honestly, you should have seen it! It was beautiful!"

"Ronald, are you still going on about the Firebolt 3000?"

Harry tuned out at this point. He was used to Ron and Hermione constantly arguing. He checked his watch.

"Hey, guys, it's getting late. We should probably get going now. Unless you want to stay for dinner? Rumus gave me some money."

"Sure. Lets go to the Three Broomsticks." Said Hermione, forgetting what she and Ron were squabbling about.

They walked to the Three Broomsticks and were quickly seated. They ordered their food and waited for someone to take their drink orders.

A witch with a notepad soon came over to their table.

"What can I get for you?"

"A butterbeer for me thanks." Said Hermione.

"Me too, please." Said Harry.

The witch nodded and scribbled something on her notepad.

"Anything for you, sir?" she asked, turning to Ron.

A sly grin spread across Ron's face.

"One Wizard Whisky, please."

The witch frowned.

"I'm sorry sir, but how old are you?" she asked.

"Eighteen." Ron lied.

"Alright." Said the witch, not looking very convinced. "Your food and drinks should arrive soon."

Once the witch was out of earshot, Hermione leaned over and whispered, "You're not allowed to drink Wizard Whisky, Ronald! You're only fifteen, plus that stuff gets you drunk before you have even swallowed your first mouthful."

"Ah, Remus won't mind, will he, Harry?"

"Well, since he was a lot worse then us at our age, he will probably think its funny."

"Thank you, Harry." Said Ron, looking smug.

Harry saw the hurt look on Hermione's face and quickly got up to sit next to her. She happily accepted his kiss.

"Mmm, your lips are so soft, Harry."

Harry smiled.

"What a great dinner, don't you think, Harry?" A very drunk Ron asked, nearly falling over after standing from his chair.

Hermione tried to stop herself from giggling. Ron had been acting like this since their drinks had arrived. It had cracked her up every time without fail.

Ron turned and looked at Hermione.

"Mum? That you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you should get him home and into bed so he can sober up. He'll have a terrible hangover tomorrow."

"Ah, don't worry about tomorrow. Live life in the now! Love life!" Said Ron, stepping into the fireplace, bonking his head.

"I'll see you either tomorrow or on Monday. I love you." Said Harry.

"Aw, I love you too, man!" Said Ron, jumping out of the fireplace and hugging Harry, very tightly.

"Not you, you numpty." He said, giving Hermione a kiss. "I better get him home. Bye."

Ron stumbled out of the fireplace and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Honey, I'm home!"

Harry grabbed him by the arm.

"Shhh, Ron, its three in the morning. Let's go upstairs and get you into bed."

The next morning, Harry woke with a pounding headache. He was about to go back to sleep, but Ron saw that he was awake. Now that Ron knew he was awake, he'd never get to go back to sleep. Sighing, he got out of bed and dragged himself to the downstairs kitchen, Ron close behind him. They both collapsed onto chairs and laid their heads on the table.

"Hangovers, boys?" asked Remus when he came in for a cup of coffee.

Ron lifted his heavy head. "No, just me. Harry's the smart one. He only had one butterbeer. Bloody hell, three glasses of Wizard Whisky! What the bloody hell was I thinking? I am never bloody drinking again."

Remus chuckled. "Yes, I lost the taste for Wizard Whisky when I was fifteen. I'll make you two some coffee."

Remus placed a big mug of coffee in front of Harry.

"Here you are, Harry."

Harry groaned.

"Harry, are you alright? Ron said you only had one butterbeer."

Harry turned his head to Remus and whispered, "Headache."

Remus frowned and put his hand on Harry's forehead.

"You do have a slight fever."

Ron looked up.

"You alright, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer. Instead, he let his head fall onto the table again.

Remus and Ron shared a worried glance.

"I should head home. Mum will be wanting me to pack for Hogwarts. Only one week til school starts."

"I'll come with you. Nothing much I need to do here anyway."

"Are you sure, Harry? You have a temperature." Remus asked.

"I'm fine, Remus."

To prove his point, Harry stood up. This was a bad idea, since he suddenly felt lightheaded. He fainted and fell to the ground, before Remus or Ron could catch him.

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If you want to read the rest of this story, the title is ' One Last Wish.'