Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

Crimson Blue

Ron arrived at the infirmary rather quickly, now saturated in the blood and out of breath he looked around frantically for someone to help him and Harry. His legs were like jelly, he wasn't the strongest and definitely not the fittest but he couldn't have left Harry there any longer. Harry dripped crimson onto the ground as he laid there motionless. He really did look dead.  The ginger-haired boy's cheeks were wet and his eyes were red from crying; he still was. He wanted Harry to be okay. He wanted someone to help him and make sure he stays alive. He would do anything if it meant Harry lived. 

He hated himself for not getting Harry here quicker, he would have a better chance if he did and that thought alone ate him up inside. He kept thinking of all the things he could have done but didn't, thus him upsetting himself more and more. Ron just wished he could have been the one to have gone through this instead. Harry didn't deserve it. Nor did Ron but he cared about Harry so much he would let the pain of a thousand trains come crashing into him if it meant Harry would recover.

"Madam Pomfrey?!" Ron asked emphatically; needing her help. He looked around in a hurry, wasting no time for Harry to go farther in. It wasn't that hectic in the wing today. A few broken bones and a few students getting annoyed looks from the nurse with their stupid petty injuries. Luckily for him, this was serious. Harry would be the top priority which gave him a bigger and better chance at surviving. He needed magic, not muggle ways of healing. That just wouldn't work. They could try but Harry would definitely die. Muggles couldn't stop bleeding that quickly and definitely, couldn't bring him back around. Though, with magic, he would wake up in a few days and slowly heal. 

Pomfrey protruded out from behind a melancholy curtain; holding a tray of all sorts of medicines. She was an old-looking woman; greying hair proving so. This also proved her time in the world. Thus her knowledge. With constant care features, her eyes always either filled with genuine worry or annoyance. She wore a white bonnet sort of thing with a white dress that had prominent red sleeves. Making her stand out from the rest of those at Hogwarts. Her frame was rather large, not unhealthy but still was quite wide. None the less her face showed she had gone through many encounters of death and days of worry. Everybody loved her.

Her ocean blue eyes looked at Ron's face, concern instantly hitting her features, blood was not a joke, definitely as much blood that was there. Pranks have been played on her with fake blood in this quantity but real blood always had a certain shade and smell to it. Although, when her eyes travelled down to the boy in his arms she recognised him as Harry. It was a quite distressing sight, all the blood. Even for a woman who saw it a lot already. You could never get used to seeing crimson seas and such a young child on the verge of death. "My goodness! What happened to you both?" She asked in a slight higher tone than others. Her dress following her above the ground as she came over. First placing the medicines on an empty bed. 

"I- I'm fine... it's Harry... Please help." Ron cried, he didn't want to wait any longer, his arms trembling as he held Harry close to him; not wanting to let go yet wanting to shove him to Madam Pomfrey and see his bright green eyes once more. He was finding it hard to speak which was evident in the way he had to Madam Pomfrey. His words were slow yet jumpy, showing his true fear. For a man that usually held such courage, he was more afraid than he had ever felt in his entire life.

"Its okay dear, calm down. I can help him." She spoke softly, her time was usually spent dealing with those who had false ailments and stupid injuries that had no need for her attention but this was clearly serious. Ron said nothing apart from a nod; being taken to a bed where he set Harry down gently; sheets instantly soaking up the liquid spilling from Harry. It was as if he was a jug filled with red being tipped over, it coating everything in a thick layer. It was a gruesome sight. 

Ron stepped back, watching as Pomfrey examined Harry's most evident wound. She could have fainted there and then but working as a nurse she had built up a strong immune system. She said nothing else to Ron; instead simply focusing on the boy that laid there dying. He wasn't going to die. No, not on her watch. She refused to let anyone succumb to such horrific injuries if she could help it. She knew she would have to stop the bleeding so he could wake up before she could get anything else done for him. 

"Prohibere Sanguinem." Pomfrey muttered a spell to stop the bleeding; waving her wand over Harry's frail body. The blood stopped flowing bright red and instead, everything grew darker yet brighter. The blood dried and bacame maroon while Harry's chest started rising and falling more often. This was the start of a long healing process. "You don't need to worry, Harry will be just fine. Go clean yourself up he should be awake in a few hours." She spoke with a warm smile to Ron. A wave of relief hit him hard in the chest. Harry was going to be okay. He was alive.

Madam Pomfrey had also performed the spell, "Evigilare Faciatis," to awaken Harry. It wouldn't work straight away but it would slowly bring him back. She knew there was a chance that he having had lost so much blood would change him in a way but kept that to herself. She didn't want to cause more worry to Ron. He was clearly stressed out enough.

Ron hesitantly stepped away from the bed; watching Harry for a few moments; trying to force himself to leave. He wanted to be there for Harry when he woke up. He never wanted Harry to be alone again. He was scared something bad would happen. Nonetheless, Ron forced himself to leave and rush towards the boy's bathrooms. "Accio clean clothes," Ron muttered as he made his way there. He didn't want to have these clothes he wore anymore so threw them away. 

Scrubbing and scrubbing. Blood was pretty hard to remove from the skin but he did his best he could in the hurry he was in. He didn't want to be much longer so with a spell he dried himself and threw the clothes on. Having this time away got him to breathe, it allowed him to calm down slightly. Yet he still ran to Harry.

Green eyes shot open. 

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A/N- What a chapter huh? I hope you enjoyed and comment on what you think is going to change about Harry! If anyone is right I shall tag you in that chapter.