Keeping the Light

Summary: Something strange was happening to Ron Weasley. Nightmares and weird feelings were becoming a constant. Harry was in the tournament, Hermione was focusing on Harry's survival, and Ron just want to sleep without seeing Harry being tortured against a gravestone. AKA Ron is developing into a seer.

Chapter 1

Ron awoke with a gasp.

Heart pounding in his chest he stared at Harry's bed across from his.

In the moonlight, he could see his friend's form sprawled. Safe. Breathing. There.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again. The scene was the same as before.

Harry sleeping in the dorm. Not tied up in a graveyard. No Peter Pettigrew anywhere.

His feet gently made contact with the floor. It was cold, which he was happy for. It meant he was awake.

When he made it to the bathroom he rinsed his face with cold water and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes were bright with fear, face both flush and pale at the same time.

"It was just a dream," He told his reflection out loud.

"Only a nightmare."

With a nod to himself, he crawled back into bed and tried to sleep again.

He really needed to end this fight with Harry. He knew he was angry at messy-haired git but he also greatly missed their friendship.

Apparently so much that he was dreaming about him.


It had been weeks. He and Harry had made up, everything was going well, but he was still having nightmares.

It was always the same.

Harry, bound, in a graveyard, Pettigrew cutting his arm.

No matter what he did, nothing stopped them from coming at least once a week. He tried warm milk. He tried eating a ton of turkey. He tried not sleeping. Hell, he even went to Madame Pomphrey and got some dreamless sleep potion from her.

Nothing worked.

He did everything he could think of just short of telling people.

For some reason, it seemed stupid.

Sure he knew Harry and Hermione wouldn't pick on him, but he felt like this was something he could handle on his own.

But sometimes.

In the middle of the night.

Staring at Harry's bed, he doubted himself.


"What is black and white and red all over?"

Ron ducked as the textbook narrowly missed his head.

He smirked as Harry scowled at him.

"Will you stop with the riddles!" Harry said, irritation coming through in his voice.

Hermione snorted from where she was sitting.

"I'm helping you!" Ron said in defense. His eyes and posture showed innocence, but his eyes gave away mirth.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No. Hermione is helping me."

They both looked to where Hermione was making a list of all the helpful spells they learned and putting them in categories. They were all trying to help Harry with the last competition.

The last hour consisted of Hermione writing, Harry reading and discussing, and Ron telling Harry riddles.

Ron smiled at Harry.

"What if you encounter a sphinx? This will help you! Plus you didn't answer the question?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's a newspaper. Everybody knows that one."

He flipped the page of his book and looked up at Ron.

"How many riddles do you have on that sheet?"

Ron looked down at his crumpled sheet of paper.

"That was the last one."

Harry gave a sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin."

Ron felt somehow defeated.

"Wait." He said thinking hard.

"I got another one."

He didn't know where it came from. Maybe he heard it from his childhood? Maybe he read it where he read the other ones?

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?

And finally give me the sound often heard,

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

Hermoine and Harry looked at him in shock.

"You just came up with that?" Hermione said with her eyebrows lifted.

Ron pretended to look offended. "Don't look so surprised."

He was pleased to see Hermione put down her quill and Harry shut his book as they both started to think.

"Got it," Hermione said after a minute with a smile. She looked at Harry.

Harry was still thinking.

"Spy..." he said slowly. "Spy...der."

"Spider," he said triumphantly.

It was like a large weight lifted off his chest as Harry answered.

"Maybe you will win this thing!" Ron said with a hint of sarcastic wonder.

Harry laughed and all was well.


"Ron. Are you okay?" Harry said in the darkness.

Ron jumped at the sound of his voice and watched as Harry approached his bed.

"Yea.." His voice croaked out.

Harry's figure hesitated at the foot of his bed.

"Ron." He said slowly. "I don't think you're okay."

He stayed silent unsure of what to say.

Luckily, or unluckily, Harry continued to speak.

"For the last few weeks, I've seen you wake up in the middle of the night and stare at my bed for at least 10 mins straight."

The redhead's throat was very dry.

"So what's going on Ron?" Harry asked softly. "You can trust me. You're my best friend."

Ron suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch Harry, to make sure he was real.

Harry silenced the urge to squawk as Ron swiftly moved towards him.

His hands gripped his face and then shoulders and then arms. His wild eyes stared into Harry's with a sense of desperation.

"You're real. You're here. You're safe." He said like a mantra.

Harry didn't know what was going on and was filled with deep concern.

"I'm here. I'm real. We're safe." He replied.

Ron collapsed into him.

His head resting against Harry's chest.

They stayed like that for a while.

And then Ron moved back into his bed.

Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Do you want to talk?"

Ron opened his mouth and then shut it.

"It was a nightmare."

Harry nodded unsurprised. "I figured."

"We should go back to bed."

Harry hesitated again.

"Wake me if you need me."

Ron nodded and watched as Harry walked back to his bed.

"Harry," He called quietly.


"Stay away from graveyards."

There was an eery silence.

"I will Ron," Harry said seriously.


It started small.

Just a feeling every now and again.

Whenever he touched someone it would appear.

He chalked it up to lack of sleep.

But deep down, he was scared.

Whenever Fred touched him, he had to stop himself from crying, there was such a deep sense of despair.

It felt like he was going to lose his brother at any moment.

George nor Ginny felt like that.

He tried not to think about it but found himself spending more time with the twins than ever before.


The whole week leading up to the last event in the tournament Ron had felt ill. The nightmares were now every night, and he would walk around all day with the sense that something terrible was going to occur.

Outside of preparing, Harry stayed with Ron almost every waking moment of the day. He even moved the twin sized bed next to each other. Sure the other boys thought it was weird, but they chalked it up to Harry being nervous or them being gay. Which they weren't.

Ron was almost certain that Harry would someday end up marrying Ginny. Which now that he thought of, he wasn't sure why he was sure of that, or what even made him think of that.

Maybe Harry was gay?

Ron didn't know. Maybe Harry didn't know himself.

Ron bounced his leg as he sat next to Hermione and his mother.

"Ron, I know you're worried, I am too! But would you please stop moving your leg!"

Ron frowned and stilled. "Sorry."

Hermione just nodded and looked back towards the field.

Then like an enormous wave, a force swept over Ron.

His eyes widened in horror as knowledge washed over him, so much so, his mind seemed unable to take it.

Hermione whipped her head back towards Ron as his eyes rolled and his body stood.

"Ron." She said standing also and grabbing his arm.

She filled with fear as he turned towards where the headmaster was sitting. Everyone stared at them.

Dumbledore sat forward in his seat, preparing to stand when he heard Severus gasp beside him.

The potion master looked at him with horror-filled eyes as he grasped his arm.

Dumbledore looked back to the Weasley boy.

He stood still, looking back at him with unseeing rolled eyes.

"It has begun." The boy's voice quietly spoke over the arena. Deep and earthy. The voice of fate.

"The war will determine the fate of the world.

Green Eyes versus Red Eyes

Right versus Wrong

Death versus Immortality

Decisions now will come back to haunt

Turn your backs will lead to death

A shaky line has been drawn

Pure versus Old

The war of the Half-bloods will decide

Weasles versus Ferrets

Ferrets with Weasles

Mad-eye versus Mad-eye

Imposters lurk

Prepare for the war is here

The winner will bear the ultimate sacrifice."

And with the last words, the boy fell unconscious and Harry Potter holding the body of Cedric Diggory appeared.

"He's back!" Potter cried. His body racked with sobs.

"He's back! Voldemort is back!"

Chaos erupted.


A/N- Please let me know what you think!