Anemoia

chapter 1

Lying in his bed Ron's head ached, he wrapped his blanket tighter around him, the winter wind coming from the window chilled him to the bone. He considered getting up to close the window but if he moved a new wave of pain would hit his head and he would rather the cold than that. Owls hooted outside and kids were screaming, playing in the snow. It was almost Christmas, many of the students would be leaving for the holidays tomorrow and he couldn't be happier. Not only would he have no classes but he was glad to have some time alone with Harry. His friend had been stressing out over Sirius Black and the dementors where putting him in a depression, he hoped he'd be able to spend time with him, try to cheer him up a bit.

Groaning Ron turned over, spreading his limbs out hoping to get in a more comfortable position, his arm was going numb and his whole body was going stiff. Flipping the pillow to the colder side Ron planted his face in it, his whole body was freezing but his head felt fevered. 

Hearing a quiet creek the door opened, light footsteps hit the ground and Ron felt his bed sink.

"Does your head still hurt?'' Harry rubbed his thigh, he sent him up to bed to lie down when he noticed Ron lying on the couch in the common room, his head resting in his hands. He grunted out a yes, he didn't feel like talking but he also didn't want to ignore his friend. A gust of wind blew in, causing both boys to shiver, Harry got up, grabbing a few blankets from his bed. Draping one over Ron he went and shut the window, locking it shut so the wind couldn't blow it open.

"You'll freeze to death if you keep the window open" Harry gave a small laugh, wrapping himself in a red blanket. "I can see if Madam Pomfrey has anything for your head" he tucked a strand of hair behind Ron's ear. 

"I don't like it" Ron whined, the potion she'd give him always made him feel fuzzy and he couldn't remember anything once he took it.

"I know you don't like it but you need to take it Ron" 

"You're starting to sound like 'Mione" 

"Don't make me bring her up here"

"Fine" Ron gave up, not having the energy to argue with his friend. Harry gave him one last pat on the head before leaving the room. He grabbed Harry's discarded blanket, hugging it close to his chest, his head was hurting more now and he was kind of glad Harry was grabbing the potion for him. He's always had bad headaches, ever since he was little. The healers called them migraines but could never really find a cause for them. They usually gave him light pain potions or a sleeping potion so he could sleep it off but ever since he started school they've been getting worse and regular pain potions didn't work. Madame Pomfrey made one for him but she said it was highly addictive so he was never allowed to keep it on hand and someone always had to give it to him. It was quite embarrassing really but right now he couldn't find the will to care.

The door creaked open again as Harry rushed towards Rons bedside, trying to be fast to help his friend. Sitting up Ron leaned against the headboard, feeling dizzy. Uncorking the small bottle Harry grabbed his chin, tipping the potion into his mouth. The thick liquid tasted bitter, leaving a scratchy coating inside his mouth, it was one of the most disgusting potions he's ever tasted. Scrunching up his nose Ron licked his lips, feeling his mouth go dry. Harry handed him a goblet of water, one of the side effects of the potion was mild dehydration, Pomfrey always made sure to fill him up full of liquid until he felt like he could vomit. A few moments had passed amd Ron stared to relax.

"You feeling better" Harry asked, concern written all over his face. 

"What" Ron went bug eyed at Harry, unaware of what the boy had said.

"Good, it's working" Harry gave a small laugh. He pushed Ron to the side of his bed and readjusted the blankets so they covered the both of them. There was still a slight draft in the room, probably from where Seamus blew a hole in it this morning, they tried to fix it but quickly dismissed the task once they heard that a fight broke out. Ron hummed a soft tune, slowly moving his head back and forth, blissfully unaware of his existence. Harry gave him a small laugh, picking up Rons discarded quittage magazine he flipped through it, it was a copy from a few years ago but he hadn't really taken a look at it and didn't want to leave his friend. He looked at the small scribbles Ron has put in it over the years, tiny broomsticks and snitches filled the pages and inappropriate comments responded to Ron's least favorite teams successes. Looking at the moving pictures Ron pointed at them, gleeful at the entertainment, Harry thought he should show Ron a tv, he'd be eccentric at the box and wouldn't be able to take his eyes off it. 

"You play quidditch," Ron said, starring Harry in the eye. He nodded in agreement, flipping to another page. 

"Why aren't you in there" Ron pressed his finger against a young quidditch player, her blue robes danced behind her as she zoomed through the rain.

"Because I'm not a professional," Harry responded, amused at Ron's questions. 

"Why not" 

"Let's read something else" Harry snapped the magazine closed, knowing Ron would go on forever, especially about quittage. He bent to the side of the bed, dumping out Ron's book bag. He could get a head start on the herbology reading, he picked up the old book, the pages were frayed and the spine was slowly coming apart. He opened the cover, Charlie Weasley was neatly written in the corner, it had ink stains on it and a few small drawings of dragons, Charlie sure did love his dragons. Carefully Harry flipped through the pages, not wanting to rip Ron's book. He found the chapter he was supposed to read "Poisonous Plants in Snowy Climates" . There weren't many to be found by Hogwarts but if he went to Russia or anywhere in Scandinavia there would be an abundance of plants there. Ron stared at the pages, coming in and out of focus on what Harry was doing. Harry read the text out loud to entertain his spacey friend, he knew that Ron wouldn't retain any information but he supposed it was the thought that counts. 

Hearing soft snoring Harry looked at Ron, his head laid on his shoulder, thick hair draped over his face. He fell asleep. Harry quietly put the book back on the floor, moving his friend off him he attempted to properly put Ron back into his bed. Awkwardly lying in the bed Harry thought Ron could adjust himself and tucked him in, shoving a few pillows under his head he walked back to the common Room. Hermione would be leaving for the holidays tomorrow and he wanted to see her before she left. He hoped Ron would wake up before she had to leave, he'd be disappointed if he didn't get to say goodbye to his friend.