Love and Hate

    "Wake up Mr. Weasley!" said Professor McGonagall.

    "Is he going to be alright?" asked Ginny.

    "I think we should owl his mother," said Professor McGonagall.

    "I'll go and do that right now," said Professor Dumbledore.

    Ron's eyes slowly opened and he said, "What happened? Where am I? Is Hermione dead?"

    "Yes, Mr. Weasley…we're sorry to say but she is," Professor McGonagall said.

    Ginny was sobbing and she said, "Harry's dead, now Hermione, who's next?"

    Tears slowly poured out of Ron's eyes. Two of his best friends were dead…was he next?

    "Mr. Weasley needs his rest so you will be able to visit him tomorrow," said Madam Pomfrey.

    As Ginny and Professor McGonagall left the hospital wing, Professor Trelawney came in.

    "Hello, Mr. Weasley…may I call you Ron?" she asked with sorrow in her eyes and voice.

    "Uh…sure Professor," he said uncertainly.

    "I'm so sorry about the deaths of your two best friends," she said putting her hand on Ron's hand.

    Ron slipped his hand away from Trelawney's and said, "Thank you Professor but I think you should go because Madam Pomfrey will get mad because it's so late," said Ron.

    "Very well Mr. Weasley, I mean Ron. See you in class," she said as she walked out the door and into the corridor.

    As midnight came, Ron awakened and thought, 'could the Chamber really be open? How could she die? She doesn't even know that I love her.' He thought as he started to cry silently. 'How am I ever going to get through this?' he thought as he fell back asleep.

    That night, he dreamt of Harry and someone else's deaths. In his first dream, it was Harry's death. He was walking along the corridor that Harry's body was found. He saw Harry walking and then a bushy-haired figure behind him. Then he saw a flash of green light and then he woke up drenched in cold sweat. Then he breathed in and out and looked around. Then, he fell back asleep.

    After a few moments, he found himself outside of Hogwarts by the lake behind a tree. He heard mumbles but he could distinguish a few words such as 'gay' and 'I love you' he didn't know who it was until he peeked out of the tree and saw two figures walking by the lake. One had brown hair and the other had jet-black. He heard a few more mumbles and then the figure with the jet-black hair pushed the figure with the brown hair into the lake and started screaming for help. The figure with the jet-black hair started screaming angrily about a loved one. He wanted to go help the figure in the lake but for some reason he couldn't move. Then, he saw the giant squid starting to pull the figure down and slowly the figures voice started to fade and disappeared. Then, he woke up breathing heavily. Madam Pomfrey was running wildly in between Ron's bed and the medicine cabinet and he asked, "What are you doing?"

    "You were screaming for help in your sleep and I didn't know what was wrong," she said as she started putting medicine up.

    As Madam Pomfrey settled him back down he asked, "When can I go back to my dorm?"

    "You'll be fine tomorrow dear, your mother is coming tomorrow," she said as she pulled the covers up to his neck and turned off the light leaving only him and his dreams.

    The next morning, he woke up because he heard talking. As he started to open his eyes, he heard someone mumble, "Shut-up Fred! You woke him up!"

    "Sorry mum! I didn't mean to," Fred said.

    "Mum? Dad?" Ron mumbled. "Is that you?"

    "Hush, hush Ron," said Mrs. Weasley.

    "But the dream, it was so real…I saw Harry's murder! It wasn't the Chamber of Secrets! I also saw another person being pushed into the lake! OH it was so scary!" said Ron not breathing and terrified.

    "Ron? You're losing it, your sounding like Professor Trelawney!" exclaimed Fred and George.

    "Hermione's been missing since the day you saw the writing on the wall," Ginny said.

    "Oh I know why Ron is saying stuff! He fancies Hermione!" Fred and George said teasingly.

    Mrs. Weasley's eyes got very big and gave Fred and George an If-you-two-don't-shut-up-then-I'll-smack-you look.

    "I'm not saying stuff! I really saw Harry's death! It wasn't the Chamber!" Ron yelled.

    "Sure Ron, right," Fred said, teasingly.

    " Did I hear that correctly?" Dumbledore said as he entered the room. "It wasn't the Chamber Mr. Weasley? What do you know?"

    " Saw it in a dream, Professor, someone performed the Killing Curse," Ron explained. " I don't know exactly who it is but I saw someone in the corridor and Harry came running in. I heard the words Aveda Kedevra yelled and a flash of green light. It looked so real, I thought the curse was being performed on me."

    Everyone looked at him. " Are you sure Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked.

    "YES! Professor, and saw something else," Ron said sitting up. "I saw someone being pushed into the lake, and the giant octopus pulling that person down."

    Mrs. Weasley opened and closed her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. She tried to comfort her son but she saw the truthfulness in his eyes that she actually believes him.

    Dumbledore was about to say something when, " I think Mr. Weasley needs to rest now," Madame Pomfrey demanded. Mrs. Weasley begged to let her stay, but Madame Pomfrey said no. Each of them said their good-byes and left.

    Madame Pomfrey gave Ron a sleeping potion after everybody left.

    As Ron fell asleep, he had the same dream. He had the same dream about the person being pushed into the lake, except this time it was clearer. He could also hear the voices more clearly. He heard familiar voices.

"I have to tell you something but don't get mad because I don't know if it is true so don't get mad at me but I have a feeling that you are...you are...gay."

"Oh my God, you're right," said the familiar voice.

    "And I have to tell you one more thing, I am gay too," the girl with the jet-black hair said.

"I have to tell you something too...I love you," the familiar voice said again.

Then Ron woke up, breathing heavily. He was thinking, 'I have heard both of those voices before. But who are they?'

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. The footsteps came nearer and nearer. Then, it stopped. Ron was trembling with fear. 'Who could that be?' he thought. 'Maybe it's the same person that killed Harry and Hermione. Maybe it's going to kill me next.' Now, sweat was all over his body.

He walked to the door, slowly, to see who it was. Then, when he slowly opened the door, he saw Cho Chang. 'What is she doing here?' he thought.

He watched with curiosity as Cho sat on a nearby bench and began to weep.

" Should I visit him?" Cho asked herself. " Should I tell him the truth about her?" She sat there for a moment and thought. Ron watched her; she shook her head and began to leave.

'Poor Cho, she really misses Harry,' Ron thought as he went back to bed. " Was she talking about me? Who is she talking? The truth about who?" As Ron was thinking he fell asleep.

Again, he found himself behind the tree by the lake. Again he saw the same figures. Again, he could hear their conversation. But this time there was something different. When he saw the figure being pushed into the lake, he heard her scream. He recognized that scream. He's heard it a million times. Then it hit him, HERMIONE WAS DROWNING! 'Oh so that is what Cho was talking about. Hermione was 'her' and she was talking about Hermione and the truth about her, about how she killed Hermione!' Ron thought angrily as he woke up. Again he was breathing heavily. 'I have to get Cho back for killing Hermione…for killing the love of my life…my soul mate!'

Then he heard pecking at the window. It was Hedwig. Lately, Hedwig had been coming without a letter…she was so sad about Harry. Then, Ron got a bloody brilliant idea. He took Hedwig, got a piece of parchment and a quill and started writing.

Cho- I know about you…killing Hermione. Meet me at the Quidditch field. I'll owl you when the time is right. If you don't come then I will tell everyone that you killed Hermione.

From: A close friend.

    He tied the letter to Hedwig and he flew away. After she flew away, Ron started thinking about how he was going to ''pay Cho back''. Then, it hit him. He would perform The Crutacius Curse or the Imperius Curse. He had only a little time to practice. He had to find a way to perform one of the curses…and soon. Then he had an idea, he would write to his former-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin and ask him to teach him one of the curses for "protection" he got so excited that he ran right up to the owlery to send Lupin a letter that looked like this:

Dear Professor Lupin-this is Ron Weasley. As you might have heard, there were two killings at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione have both died. We don't know what killed them yet. Dumbledore thinks that the Chamber might be open again but I don't know. I need you to teach me the Cruciatus Curse, or the Imperius Curse for protection; I also need you to teach me a Memory Charm. I need your help…my life is in your hands…I could be next. If you agree to help me, then send an owl right back.

Bye. From: Ron Weasley.

He tied the letter to a big brown barn owl and it flew off into the morning sunshine. All he had to do was wait for Lupin's reply. He ran back to the Hospital Wing and lied down. He was sweating. Partly from running from the Owlery and partly from excitement about what he was about to do. As he was falling asleep, he heard the door open and close. He wanted to wake up but couldn't. Then, he felt a presence beside his bed. He opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore standing there looking down at him and he said, "Hello Mr. Weasley. How are you feeling?"

"Quite alright," he said yawning.

"I was wondering…if you could tell me about the dreams that you have been having. You don't have to if you don't want to," Dumbledore said.

When Ron looked up, he saw all of his professors…from Flitwick to Snape, including Professor Sinistra. All eyes were gazing at him curiously.

Ron sat up and looked outside the window. "I can tell you one thing, it's not the Chamber of Secrets again. The first dream I had was of Harry's death and I think that he had Aveda Kedevra performed on him…"

McGonagall interrupted him, "This is ridiculous! Obviously, the person or thing that is killing everybody is after Gryffindors especially. What are the chances that two Gryffindors have died?" Then McGonagall sobbed.

"There, there Professor…let Mr. Weasley finish his story," Dumbledore said soothingly.

"As I was saying…I was walking in the corridor by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom when I saw Harry running. I was pretty sure that he was shouting, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Then I saw a figure. The figure's head was hairy and bushy. Then I heard it yell 'Aveda Kedevra!' twice and a flash of green light and I woke up," he said tears welling up in his eyes.

"There, there Mr. Weasley-Ron," said Professor Trelawney. "Obviously, your Inner Eye is working overtime. Tell me, what else do you see in your dreams?"

"I saw Hermione's death. I saw someone push her into the lake and the Giant Squid pulled her underwater."

"Do you have any idea who pushed her into the lake? Can you describe the figure? Did you see who did it?" Professor McGonagall asked with curiosity.

"No." he said a little too quickly.

"Can you just describe it?" McGonagall asked stubbornly. Then she continued, "The lives of the students here depend on you."

"That is pretty much all that I see…" he said as everyone walked out of the room. A few minutes later, the barn owl was back…with a reply from Lupin. It said:

Dear Mr. Weasley,

    I heard about the attacks, I am willing and able to help you learn these curses, as long as you use them only for protection…and not for revenge. Meet me in Hagrid's hut since he is sleeping in the castle and isn't there. Meet there tomorrow at 11:00 in the evening.

Sincerely,

Moony

    "Yes!" Ron said to himself as he read and re-read the letter.

    "Mr. Weasley? Are you okay?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "What is that you're reading?"

    "Nothing," Ron said putting it away.

    "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asked.

    "No I'm fine," Ron said.

    "Then what are you reading over and over? Is it a love letter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

    "It's not any of your business," Ron said.

    As Ron was preparing for the lesson with Lupin, an owl was pecking at his window. 'I hope that it's not Lupin canceling.' He thought going over the window and taking the letter from the owl's leg.

    My dearest and darling Ron, how I love you, how I want to be with you. Will you marry me? No I am going too fast aren't I? I know that you don't like that sort of thing but…anyway…I like you. From the moment I saw you step into the classroom your red hair and freckles is all that I see. Especially since I noticed that Venus and Neptune are in line on the east side of the sun. That is good for both of our hearts. We are meant to be together from this life to the next. Hermione doesn't deserve you…from the moment that she left the classroom…she walked out of your life. I stayed…I am always there…you deserve someone like me…someone that would never walk out of your life…someone who isn't a know-it-all. Someone who won't argue with you all of the time. Someone like me…me…me…and only me…I love you Ron…remember that.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

P.S. Hope you like these sweets that I got from Honeydukes (I know that they are your favorite) and these jokes that I got from Zonko's.

    As Ron read and re-read the letter, his hands started to shake. Madam Pomfrey said, "Another secret-admirer letter?" she said jokingly.

    "No…" he said as he was turning away from Madam Pomfrey and thought, 'who could this be? Maybe it is Fred and George playing another trick on me because of Hermione's death…no it can't be them…even THEY wouldn't do that. Mum would send them a howler if they did that. Not that it bothers them or anything. Maybe I actually really have a secret admirer. But nobody likes me…it was always Harry or Malfoy that people liked…this is sick! Who could this be? Maybe it is Professor Trelawney…no! I think she has something for Snape…hmm…someone who actually listens to Trelawney…ahh! Parvarti and Lavender! Ok…this is too weird…I am going to sleep!' He said.

As he woke up about an hour later, he looked around and saw that the Hospital Wing was deserted. He figured that it was about 10:45 'Better get down to Hagrid's Hut for our lesson.' He thought jumping out of the bed and slowly running down the corridor careful not to wake the paintings…especially Sir Cadogan.

As he entered Hagrid's Hut with a simple 'Alohomora' he saw Lupin sitting at the table with a cup of steaming tea. Lupin was looking better then the last time that Ron saw him which was at Harry and Hermione's funeral, which was held by the Forbidden Forest. He went up to Lupin and they shook hands. Obviously Lupin didn't want to teach him the curses but he didn't want Ron to die either. "Hello Mr. Weasley," said Lupin.

"Hey Professor Lupin. Which curse will you be teaching me first?"

    "Ahh, yes! The lesson, but first Mr. Weasley, I want to assure you that I am teaching you these curses for protection. I don't want you playing with these curses. I know that you can be trusted and you are a responsible lad, I just want to be assured."

    "I promise Professor," Ron replied crossing his fingers behind his back.

    Professor Lupin smiled and started their lesson. "The first curse that I'll be teaching you is the Cruciatus Curse. As you know Mr. Weasley, this is one of the Unforgivable Curses. With this curse you can torture a person"

    Ron was listening attentively. He can't wait to put it to use.

    "Now Mr. Weasley, when we do this spell we say "Crucio!" Let's try that with this spider," Professor Lupin said as he picked up a spider crawling on Hagrid's floor.

    Ron twitched. He hates spiders! Professor Lupin put the spider on the table and pointed his wand at it and said, "Crucio!" Then, as Ron looked at it, it looked like it was suffering enormous amounts of pain. He imagined Cho in the place of the spider. He grinned.

    "Okay Mr. Weasley now do that spell," he said grabbing another spider.

    "Okay…" he said, "Crucio?" he said pointing his wand at the spider.

    The spider twitched for all about two seconds and then started running around again. That made Ron twitch even more.

    "Mr. Weasley, you didn't put much concentration into your curse. You should do it with concentration because if you don't, the curse won't work as well," said Professor Lupin. "Now, try it again…and concentrate!" he said letting the spider loose.

    "Okay…" said Ron to himself. He pictured Cho's face on the spider's body and concentrated. "Crucio!!!"

    Now the spider stopped dead in it's tracks and dropped on his back and started twitching.

    "Very good Mr. Weasley!" Professor Lupin said as he clapped his hands. "I am very impressed because most wizards can't even do that curse. That takes up almost all of their energy. That is very advanced and I am surprised that you could do it. I didn't expect it from you, I expected it from Harry or Hermione…to be honest."

    "Oh…I see. Well, I didn't expect it from myself either," he said laughing.

    "Well, shall we continue?" Professor Lupin said nervously.

    "Yes!" Ron said feeling proud.

    "Okay, the next curse that I will be teaching you is the Imperious Curse. This curse will let you have complete control over the victim. To do this curse," he said pulling a bigger spider out.

'Where are all of these spiders coming from? Why are they all here?' Ron asked himself.

    "To do this curse, you say 'Imperio!'" he said pointing his wand again at the spider.

    The spider tumbled and did the splits. It was amazing how much it could do. Again, Ron imagined the spider as Cho. He grinned a sick sort of grin. 'I can't wait to do this on Cho! I think I might do it tomorrow…maybe at midnight!'

    "Mr. Weasley! Are you listening to me?" Professor Lupin said.

    "Oh um…yes I just have one question. How does the victim know what to do?" Ron asked.

    "Oh that is a very good question. You just imagine the victim doing it. Command it with your brain without saying it out loud. I remember Professor Dumbledore telling me that Harry could resist this curse completely…" he trailed off. "Okay, Mr. Weasley…you try it. Concentrate!"

    Another spider crawled across the table and Professor Lupin grabbed it again and placed it on the table.

    'Where the hell are all of these spiders coming from? I have to remind Hagrid to clean his cabin…real good.' He thought.

"Imperio!!!" He said pointing his wand at the spider. Then he thought of it doing jumping jacks in thin air. Then, as soon as he thought it, the spider rose a few inches above the ground and did jumping jacks. Then, Ron grew so tired that he couldn't do anymore. 'If I am going to do this on Cho, I have to practice all week. Plus, my armpits are sweating like crazy and I need a more powerful deodorant. Hmmm, maybe I will try that 'Sugar and Spice' deodorant. I need to get mum to owl me get me one from a muggle store.' He thought. Then, he realized that he was still doing the curse and the spider looked like it was applying deodorant to its armpits and sniffing them.

"Mr. Weasley...what are you thinking?" Professor Lupin asked eyeing the spider.

    "Oh umm, sorry, Professor," Ron said blushing.

    The spider stopped applying deodorant to its armpits and lied down on the table gasping for breath.

    "Oh umm, professor? I have a question. Can you make someone under the imperious curse, curse themselves?" Ron asked.

    "Yes, that is what this curse was originally made for, it was just another way to kill someone…by making them commit suicide without actually committing it themselves. In my opinion, this curse should have never been made, same with the other two but…oh well."

    "Professor? Can we learn the last curse? It is almost 2 o'clock. I think I should learn the memory charm tomorrow. Oh, Professor Lupin? Don't tell anyone ok?" he said going out of the door.

    "Sure Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin said heading into the Forbidden Forest. "I will see you here, at midnight!"     

    "Okay!" Ron yelled.

    The next day, as he was still asleep, he felt an owl pecking at his ear. He opened his eyes and saw a note attached to it. He opened it and it said:

My ever dearest, most loving, handsome, cutest, most darling, hottest, drop-dead gorgeous, most talented Ron Weasley. You are the first thought in my mind in the morning, the only thought in my mind during the day, the last thought in my mind as I go to sleep, and I dream about you at night. Here is a poem:

Your eyes are as brown as the wood on my desk,

Your hair is as red as the fiery sun,

That glows on my cheeks as I think of you.

Your skin is as smooth as silk from China.

Your freckles that dot your cheeks and nose are as cute as the dots on the sweetest strawberries that I sent you with this letter.

I hope you liked my poem…I think it is beautiful, just like you. I love you Ron Weasley! I had this dream that we were married (we had a beautiful wedding by the way) and we had 14 children. (Double the amount of your family) You were a professional Quidditch chaser for the Chudley Cannons! (I know that that is your favorite team!) They were so much better with you as their chaser! You were practically the whole team! You also created a new racing broom called the "RONDINATOR6000" It left the Firebolt and Nimbus 2000 in the dust and you were like Harry-whatever-his-last-name-is-and-his-whatever-scar-on-whatever-part-of-his-body! You didn't have to keep up with all of your money. You could do anything and it wouldn't matter. You had to have 16 vaults at Gringotts Bank! You were the richest wizard in the wizarding world…probably in the WHOLE world! Oh I am so proud of you honey! You also created twenty-one plays for chasers. Some of the names were 'The Ronski Feint!' 'The Ronskie Front' 'The Ronski Pass Back' 'The Weasley Wizard Play Pass' Plus, you were also part-time manager for the Weasley Wizard Wheezes (I know that that is Fred and George's business!) You practically paid for everything that they have…their store…their supplies…and everything! They haven't even paid you back! Oh well! It doesn't matter! You were also a great father…your first boy was named Ronald Jr. He looks exactly like you from the red hair to the freckled face to the cute butt! Well, I have to go to class! I love you! No! Let me change that, I love you more. No, that is not right, I love the most! Oh no! I love you more than the most! No! I love you more then your mother! No…Let me see! I love you more then all of your family put together! (And that is a lot! A LOT! A LOT) Byeeee! Remember my ever dearest, most loving, handsome, cutest, most darling, hottest, drop-dead gorgeous, most talented Ron Weasley…I love you with all of my heart, mind, and soul!

Love from:

Your secret admirer

P.S. I hope you like these strawberries! I picked them myself.

Please answer me back because I need to hear from you because I know that you are in the hospital wing.

After he read the letter he thought. 'Who the hell is this? Is she/he/it stalking me?' He saw the strawberries and gave them to the owl "There you go little birdie…I hope you don't die." 'Maybe they have a love potion or something in them…good thing I gave them to the bird…I don't want to take the risk…she is a stupid git.'

Dear whoever/whatever you are-

I am flattered that you feel that way about me, but I don't know if I return your feelings. First of all, I don't know who the hell you are! What the hell were you thinking sending me those love letters? She NEVER went out of my life! You were thinking all about that symbolism thing…she walked out of a classroom…not my life! GIT! You stupid ugly git! Any other time I might have enjoyed all of the attention but right now they are like death threats! So STOP these letters. And just to let you know…I don't like any one right now…EVER! The only gal for me is Hermione Granger! She alone can make me happy, happier then the happiest happy thing that ever lived a happy, happy life. You can never do that…you are not Hermione! You are a stupid, ugly git! You are stalking me! STOP IT! It is too soon for a relationship. Fucking git who is trying to stalk me.

From:

The man who will never love you (you git!)

Ron Weasley

(Not your lover, boyfriend, or whatever sick and perverted thoughts you are thinking.)

P.S. Just so you know, I didn't eat the strawberries or the chocolates, I gave them to the owl.

P.P.S. Your poem SUCKED! Hermione could write a better poem doing other homework! (You ugly git!) She didn't even NEED inspiration! By the way, it didn't even RHYME! (You ugly git!)

P.P.P.S. If you really love me…BACK OFF! I am serious. If you write me another letter then I will tell Dumbledore.

P.P.P.P.S. Why/when/where did you look at my freaking ass? It's not even that cute!

P.P.P.P.P.S. You ugly GIT!

    He tied the note to the owl's leg and zoomed off into the afternoon light. Then, Madam Pomfrey came in with food and medicine. "Did you have another 'love letter' Mr. Weasley?" she teased as she starting chuckling.

    "As a matter of fact, yes! And it is not a laughing matter! This person is STALKING ME!" Ron said as she forced the medicine down his throat.

    "There, there Mr. Weasley. I remember my first love…" she said going to another room.

    "It's not puppy love…!" he started to yell but got interrupted.

    "Oh! So you're saying that it's real love!!" Madam Pomfrey shouted back.

    "NO! She loves me! I don't love her!" he shouted. "Old git…" he said under his breath.

    For the rest of the day, he practiced the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperious Curse on ants that were surrounding his forgotten candies that his secret admirer/stalker sent him. Then he got tired and decided to rest up for Lupin's lesson. Then, he fell asleep at 5:00p.m. And had a dreamless sleep till 12:15 as he woke up, he said, "Bloody hell! I am late!"

    As he was running to Hagrid's cabin, he saw Professor Lupin exiting the cabin and Ron shouted, "Professor Lupin! Wait! I'm here!"

    "Oh Mr. Weasley…" he said turning around facing Ron. "I thought you had forgotten about our lesson tonight. Well, come on, let's go into Hagrid's hut."

    As the entered the hut, Ron said, "Professor, I have been practicing!"

    "With what!" Professor Lupin said.

    "ANTS! I found them in the hospital wing. I made them look like a circus!" Ron said.

    Professor Lupin gave a sigh of relief. He thought that he was practicing them on a human. "Well then, I see you wanted to learn the Memory Charm. Now, the memory charm is not a hard charm to learn. I know you had experience with this charm, with Professor Lockhart, remember?"

    "Yes, that stupid git, tried to put it on me and Harry," Ron replied.

    Professor Lupin smile, "First, you must concentrate on your victim, then, you point your wand at the victim's head and say 'Obliviate!'"

    Then, Professor Lupin said, "Dobby, come here."

    Then to Ron's amazement, Dobby, the house-elf who 'tried to save Harry's life' in their second year, stepped out of the shadows. "Hello Wheezy! The noble Harry Potter's best friend! I sorry that I not invite you to Dobby's wedding. Dobby married Winky. Now have twins Dwinky and Dwobby. We live in Hogwarts' kitchen. Winky not sad anymore! Dobby make her happy!!"

    "Wow Dobby! Twins! I bet that that made her really happy," Ron said trying not to think what he was thinking.

    "Um…Mr. Weasley…?" Professor Lupin said trying not to laugh. "Dobby will be our guinea ping/house-elf. I am giving him my old socks in return. Don't worry about erasing his memory forever, I know the counter-charm but I am not going to teach it to you because you don't need to know it. Now, try the Memory Charm…concentrate Mr. Weasley…concentrate. Now, Dobby, just think of your wife, Winky, and your beautiful little house-elves Dwinky and Dwobby who are doing house-elf things...ok?" Professor Lupin said.

    "Yes Professor! Me think of Winky and little Dwinky and Dwobby!" he said. "But you give me socks later for little Dwinky and Dwobby. Don't worry about Winky though, she has many socks. We share socks! But little Dwinky and Dwobby have no socks of their own so I need socks for little Dwinky and Dwobby.

    "Okay Dobby, just stand still," Professor Lupin said as he walked back to Ron. "Okay Ron, try it now."

    'Obliviate!' He said imagining Cho's face with really big ears and really big eyes.

    Then, Professor Lupin walked over to Dobby and asked, "Dobby what is your children's names?"

    "Dobby have no children! Dobby free house-elf!" he said.

    "Dobby what have you been doing with Winky?" asked Ron afraid of the answer.

    "Dobby don't like Winky! Winky stinky! Winky stinky! Winky sit in front of fireplace all day! Does not act house-elf! Winky smells like butterbeer! Winky stinky! Winky stinky! Winky stinky!"

    "Dobby! Who are Dwinky and Dwobby?" asked Professor Lupin.

    "Dobby don't know Dwinky and Dwobby! Stupid names! Stupid names!" Dobby said.

    "Well Mr. Weasley. I believe that it worked. I will restore his memory now and you may go back to the castle. Good-bye Mr. Weasley. Oh! And remember what I told you, don't use those curses for anything but protection," said Professor Lupin.

    "Okay, Professor, Thank you," said Ron walking out the door.

    "No problem Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin said as he restored Dobby's memory with a wave of his wand.

    Ron went outside but did not go back to the castle. He hid behind Hagrid's cabin and saw Dobby exit the cabin carrying 14 pairs of socks. "Wow! 7 pair each for my Dwinky and Dwobby. But Professor Lupin make mistake. He pair up socks! Everyone know that socks are supposed to be mix-matched!" he mumbled to himself.

    A few moments passed and he saw Professor Lupin exiting the cabin. "Professor!"

    "Yes, Mr. Weasley?"

    'Obliviate!' yelled Ron.

    "What am I doing out here?" asked Professor Lupin after a few minutes. "What are you doing out here Mr. Weasley?"

    "Nothing Professor. I saw you wandering around out here from my window in the Hospital Wing and I came down to make sure that you were okay. Are you?" asked Ron.

    "I suppose…well good-night Mr. Weasley," said Professor Lupin turning and heading into the Forbidden Forest.

    When Ron got back to the Hospital Wing, he stole some parchment, ink and a quill from Madam Pomfrey and wrote a note that said:

Dear Cho-meet me tomorrow night at exactly midnight right in the middle of the Quidditch field. Don't bring anyone with you. If you do, I will tell everyone your "secret." If you are late, then I will tell everyone your "secret."

From: a close friend.

He ran up to the owlery with the parchment held tightly in one hand. He found Hedwig and tied it to her and watched her fly away. The rest of the day went by very slowly. He practiced the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperious Curse on ants. Then, he got another piece of parchment and wrote:

Cho-follow the spiders. They will lead you to me.

    At 11:45 he ran down to the Quidditch field and placed the note at the very center of the field. Then, he ran off to Hagrid's cabin and reviewed all of the curses. Then, he heard footsteps outside of the cabin and he got ready. Then, he saw the door open very slowly. He ran and hid behind the chair. 'Should I really do this? This is my best friend's first love! Should I really do this?' He thought. Then, Cho sat down in the chair and started to wait. 'On the other hand…she did kill my FUTURE-girlfriend. Oh! My gosh! My conscience has to get to me now? What should I do?'

A/N: OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! Will Cho die? Will Ron's conscience finally get to him? Will Ron know who his secret admirer is? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!