All My Heart- A Harry Potter FanFic

Chapter 11

A while later, I'm back in the hospital wing. With the help of a teacher who happened to be passing by, I managed to get Ron and Olivia there safely. The teacher questioned me about what happened, so I told her everything that I saw and heard. She nodded understandingly, "I'll inform professor Dumbledore." she assured me. "Thank you." I say politely.

I sit down in the chair next to Ron's bed and hold his hand. "Please, please, please don't be dead Ron." I cry in a whisper. All of a sudden, he stirs, and his eyes slowly open.

"W-where am I?" he asks weakly. "What happened?"

Tears of both joy and sadness fill my eyes. "I'm so sorry Ron!" I cry. "It's all my fault. I saw you with another girl and I got mad. You challenged Malfoy to protect me from him and he hurt you. And Olivia and Harry fought too. I-I think there's something wrong with Harry, he's acting really strange! I'm so sorry!" By now I'm sobbing, covering my face with my hands.

Ron gently pulls my hands away from my face and looks into my eyes. "It's not your fault." he says, "I knew what might happen if I fought Malfoy, and I was ready for it. But it's fine ok? Nothing hurts." He pulls me into one of his big, safe hugs.

I hear someone enter the room. Ron backs out of the hug and is glaring at whoever just came in. I turn around and see Harry walking towards us. Ron starts angrily getting out of the hospital bed.

"Ron, what are you doing? You're hurt, lay back down. Please." I try to get him to rest, but he keeps getting up.

"Harry, what happened to you? Why were you being such an ass?" Ron asks Harry calmly. Harry raises his wand, pointing it at Ron, who quickly grabs his off the side table and also raises it. "Nothing has happened to me." Harry spits, "I've just realized that my future could be so much more if I change the way I am. It's all about you Morgan, you have more power in you than you could ever imagine." An evil smile creeps across Harry's face.

Ron stands between Harry and I, trying to protect me. "Morgan, go." he says to me over his shoulder.

"What? NO!" I protest.

"You have to go. You're in danger if you stay. Find Fred and George, get them to bring you to the burrow, I'll be right behind you, I promise." he says urgently.

Tears fill my eyes as I think about leaving Ron, but I know he's right. If Harry has turned evil, and there's something about my magic that he's after, I have to leave. Harry shoots a spell, shaking me from my thoughts, and Ron blocks it quickly.

"Ok." I say quietly. At first I back away slowly, then, I turn around and run out of the hospital as fast as I can. I looks back for a second and see spells flying everywhere. I keep running, tears blurring my vision. I don't stop running until I reach the Gryffindor common room.

"FRED!! GEORGE!!" I sob. Thankfully they're sitting on a couch nearby. They jump up and run over to me and hold me still.

"Morgan....." says Fred. "What happened?" finishes George.

"Ron, he, he fought Malfoy, he's in the hospital, I don't know what happened, but something's wrong with Harry, they're fighting, you have to bring me to the burrow, Ron said you have to!!!" I say, well shout, between sobs.

"Ok, ok....." says Fred calmly, "we'll bring you home, but you have to just calm down first." I nod and take a few deep, shaking breaths and wipe my eyes. "Good" says George. They grab my arms tightly, I feel a tight, sickening feeling, and we're back at the burrow. I fall into a couch in the living room and son into the cushions.

Someone comes and sits next to me, putting a gentle, loving hand on my shoulder. "Morgan sweetie?" It's Mrs Weasley. "Ya?" I squeak.

"What happened?" she asks.

"I-I'm honestly not sure....." I answer meekly, "but I think there's something wrong with Harry, he's acting really, really weird."

"I'm sure he's fine. Everyone's going to be fine, ok?" she tells me reassuringly.

I nod, hoping she's right. "I just think I need some air......" I get up and go outside. The sun has almost set. The air is warm and sweet. It's so peaceful, I've always loved coming here with my parents before they died, wether it was for a holiday, or just to visit my friends. Mr and Mrs Weasley are always so welcoming.......I take a few deep breaths, remembering my parents, and hoping that Ron is ok.

Then I hear Fred call me from the house. "Morgan!! You have a visitor!!"