Alone

Confused

The car went silent as Ron listened in closely at Harry's words. He felt it too- an unmistakable freezing sensation. Ron yelped out in pain and Harry felt himself bowing the a bright light, along with the other students in the car. Draco...Hermione...Ginny.

The five students all woke up in the hospital wing much later on. Madam Pomfrey was completely hysterical. Harry was the first to wake- possibly because he was unconscious so much that he had it down, like a practice. He looked around nervously with his green eyes to see Ron lying in the bed next to him, and froze.

"Ron! Ron wake up!"

Harry was out of his bed shaking his best friend's shoulders in the blink of an eye. Ron's face was pale and cold and this worried him even more. That is until a familiar face came up behind him and grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Mr. Potter!" it was Madam Pomfrey "Calm down please! This is a hospital wing young man, people need their rest!"

Harry sighed at the hysterical nurse before getting even more of a shock. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Him and...Draco. They were all in bed- and he could only wonder if he looked as pale as the rest of them did.

"What happened Madam Pomfrey-what's going on?!" he demanded again

"Hush Mr. Potter!" she urged him back into bed "You were attacked on the train..."

Harry looked up to her in disbelief...no not Voldemort- he couldn't...

"Attacked?" His voice quieted getting lost in his throat "By whom?"

"Ghosts, Mr. Potter..." She looked to him again

Harry looked confused, he didn't know Ghosts could attack people, but his thoughts were interrupted. Just then Draco stirred in his sleep and looked about from behind his steely eyes, melting seemingly by his previous state. Slowly he sat up- his Hogwarts robes flowing around him quite gracefully.

"Hmm...Potter...Weasley...two Weasleys...and Granger..." He looked to Harry suddenly "You finally lost your mind, huh Potter?" He hissed at him glaring

"You think I did this?! To my own friends, maybe you someday but-"

Madam Pomfrey got in between them and motioned for them both to be silenced. Hermione stirred, though it was more of a reaction to Ginny's voice- who'd been whispering in her ear softly to wake up, both pairs of eyes now looking over to Harry. Harry nodded to them, they'd heard everything- then he looked over to Ron, but Ron didn't seem to be stirring...Draco was looking to him as well.

"What's up with the weasel, stupid prat can't even wake up correctly."

"Shut up Malfoy...Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong with Ron?"

Madam Pomfrey shrugged, she had no idea- but she looked worried. Then again when didn't she look worried? Once someone got hurt and was brought to her, their next miracle was to get out of the Hospital wing.

"I-I don't know Mr. Potter...I just don't know"

They were all sent to dinner, even Harry was forced to go as Pomfrey fed a potion down Ron's blue lips. Hermione tried to cheer him up, but it was seemingly impossible. He trudged to the dormitories after the feast as Hermione lead them all to the Gryffindor common rooms. The first year student's eyes wondering around in amazement- made Harry remember his first year.

"The new password is "Kingslaugh"

Hermione nodded to them as the portrait swung open before them and they all started crawling into the common room. Harry Came in right after Hermione who was last as the first years admired their new surroundings. Standing at the top of the stairs was a very familiar red head- one Harry didn't know he could ever be so happy to see.

"Ron!" Harry ran up the stairs almost tripping Hermione following behind him

"Harry...Hermione." Ron nodded softly handing him a letter then turned away from them

Hermione looked to Harry and Harry looked back confused. Taking the latter and opening the parchment- the writing was Mr. Nessil, their new defense against the dark arts teacher. Harry could tell because his name was signed at the bottom, very fine and professional.

Dear Mr. Potter and Miss Granger,

I assumed you've notice a bit of a change in your companion Ronald Weasley. Don't worry he isn't angry with you...

Harry sighed with relief for himself, the only time Ron had been mad at him was in fourth year- and everyone had been made miserable.

There is of course a very simple explanation for this. Mr. Weasley has been the victim of possessment. It's quite a simple and self explanatory definition I think, but just incase: Possessing another being can include Memory malfunction, emotional absence, unexplainable behavior, and seemingly insane proclamations. The severity of the effects depend on the spirit in the medium. Possible reasons for possessment are: third sight, strong harboring of a safe aura, or a common similarity between the spirit and it's medium. This is not a dangerous occurrence unless: the medium has a strange attraction to weapons, speak of certain revenge, or becomes mentally overwhelmed (Shown by suicidal tendencies).

Harry simply stared at the letter in shock as Hermione covered her mouth gasping lightly.

"Harry this is absolutely horrible, oh- wait look!" She pointed to the last three lines of the letter.

However; this is not a hopeless case children. Ronald will be attending a cleansing therapy three times a week. In this procedure we will be pressing up Ron's sub conscious to force the spirit from him. It could take a day, it could take a lifetime- no one knows. Sweet Dreams.

Harry looked over to Hermione and sighed deeply while Harry raised a brow in confusion. Their teachers were getting weirder and weird by the year. How could you "Squish someone's subconscious?". It sounded painful- enough to make Harry wince physically. Then he looked into the dorm room.

"I should turn in for the night and check up on Ron." Hermione nodded in agreement and they parted

Harry took a step into the dorm where Ron was laying on his bed- talking to himself, err not really but it would seem that way.

"Hey Ron...how ya feeling?"

Ron looked up to him at first like he'd never seen him before, but the his expression changed and he smiled.

"Oh it's you Harry, I'm feeling alright." Ron shrugged looking back up to his canopy.

Harry winced and wondered if Ron knew that he looked dead. His lips were blue and he was pale as ice. Even his red hair didn't seem as fiery as it once did. And Ron was talking- to himself again.

"Ron...buddy...who are you talking to?"

Ron looked over to him and put a finger to his mouth in a hushing motion. See Ron was completely sane. The only thing was in the last twenty four hours he'd been possessed, met a ghost who everyone forgot to know, and had gone over so many things they had in common that it comforted him.

"I know I look insane Harry- but you read the letter right? I'm not talking to myself."

"Well I know" Harry paused feeling uncomfortable that Ron had shushed him "It's just...well mate you look completely insane..."

"Thanks Harry..."

"Sorry I didn't mean it- well I did but....who are you talking to anyways?"

"A man" Ron replied simply and hushed himself not wanting to say anymore about it

But Harry raised a confused eyebrow- was Ron avoiding him? It would seem that way as the Red head closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head casually. Harry moved over sitting on the bed.

"Did this guy tell you his name?" Harry persisted

"I...can't tell you."

Harry looked hurt towards Ron, it wasn't like he was going to go around blabbing. Or make fun of his- Harry wouldn't do anything to Ron. And now Ron was keeping secrets from him. He looked even more surprised as Ron had gotten up and walked to the door of the room, simply looking back to Harry and nodding.

"I'm going to see Pomfrey, I'll be back later..."

And without further hesitation Ron was gone- leaving Harry to wonder about this person...who had taken his friend over as he suddenly jumped up startled.

"Voldemort..."