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Chapter 1 His Name on Parchment
Harry gripped Ron's hand tightened as the pain bolted through his body once again. Had it been only a week since the last task… since Harry had been brought to the Hospital Wing after Cedric had return with him?
"Madam Pomfrey," Ron yelled.
The school nurse came running to Harry's bedside, a small vile in her hand. She quickly poured the contents of it into Harry's unwilling mouth. Ron was surprised that any of it had gotten in.
"There we go," Madam Pomfrey said, rubbing Harry's shoulder as his body came crashing back down to his bed.
The Calming Draught quickly took affect. Ron used his free hand to rub his face, which he found to be somewhat warm. He hated seeing Harry like this without any idea what was going on. Voldemort had used a curse that no one was aware, which had bugged the hell out of mostly Madam Pomfrey. She was usually able to fix anything relatively quickly. Ron turned helplessly to Madam Pomfrey.
"You still haven't…" he began, but her shaking head stopped him from finishing.
She shook her head still as she looked down. This in turn made Ron also look down. It seemed like they with fighting a winless battle. But they had to stay hopeful for Harry's sake.
"Ron… please go," Harry's weak voice urged.
Ron shook his head violently.
"I'm not leaving," he protested.
Now it Ron's grip on Harry's hand that tighten. Harry gave Ron a pleading look, which caused him to look away.
"Please… you… need to… get sleep," he muttered.
"But…" Ron began to protest again, but Madam Profrey's hand on his shoulder made him stop.
He unwillingly let go of Harry's hand to get up and finally look at Madam Pomfrey.
"It's best to respect the patient's wishes, Mr. Weasley," Madam Pomfrey told Ron.
Ron walked back to Gryffindor Tower with his head down. Hermione quickly ran to his side.
"How is he?" she asked in a demanding tone.
Ron shook his head, not looking at her.
"Not good," he sighed.
Hermione's head now was looking down as well.
"He has to pull through," she muttered to herself.
Ron pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I… I need to sleep," he said.
As Ron slept, the events leading to Harry's state now came flooding back. It was the beginning of the school year. Dumbledore had just told tem about the TwiWizard Tournament not even a week ago.
"I wish I was seventeen all ready," Ron said as he and Harry walked through he corridors of Hogwarts.
"Yeah, you and every underage kid here," Harry laughed.
"Oh, come on. You can't tell me you haven't been itching to see if Fred and George have come up with something yet," Ron said.
"I've had too many events to last me the rest of my life," Harry admitted.
Then the scene changed to the night of the Champion Selection. Fleur, Viktor, and Cedric had all ready been cancelled.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore called.
Ron turned to stare at Ron.
"You didn't…" he began.
Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Go, Harry," Hermione urged.
Hermione nudged Harry forward.
"How dare he?" Ron snapped.
Hermione turned angrily to Ron.
"Ron!" she yelled.
Ron's eyes bolted open. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed it was wet. He looked down to find his whole body was soaking. Ron moaned, his head falling back to his pillow. Guilt rushed over him. He had been so angry with Harry without even realizing the reason for it. Ron held onto his pillow tighter.
"I… I can't," he gasped.
He needed to tell Harry what was on his mind, but Ron thought it would only make things worse.