The Gryffindor team left, along with the Slytherins. And soon Harry found himself lying with Ron and Hermione. Harry looked to his right, Ronan was surrounded by his friends as well.

“What is happening to the school?” Hermione said, “Dementors attacking out in the open… This is just unheard of,” she said.

Harry then asked, “Where is Neville?”

Ron then pointed the bed opposite to his. “He was attacked as well,” Hermione said. “Madame Promfrey thinks he would wake up soon,”

“Poor Neville,” He said. Most people in the school look down on him because of his subpar performance in his studies. Now they would get new reasons to make fun of him.

“Neville?” Ron said, “Mate what about you? When you were falling, and Ronan caught you… You didnt move. Ronan made a stretcher and then took you to the infirmary… We all thought. That you died.”

Harry noticed the quivering in Ron’s voice, as well as restlessness in Hermione, who was stealing glances at Ronan’s bed from time to time. He didnt know what to think. Dementors were having such an adverse effect on him, as well as the voices that he heard. He now knows whom they belong to. And this knowledge was killing him from the inside.

“Did someone get my Nimbus?” Ron and Hermione looked quickly at each other.

“Er.”

“What?” said Harry, looking from one to the other.

“Well … when you fell off, it got blown away,” said Hermione hesitantly.

“And?”

“And it hit… it hit… oh, Harry… it hit the Whomping Willow.”

Harry’s insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds. “And?” he said, dreading the answer.

“Well, you know the Whomping Willow,” said Ron. “It… it doesn’t like being hit.”

“Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you came around,” said Hermione in a very small voice.

Slowly, she reached down for a bag at her feet, turned it upside down, and tipped a dozen bits of splintered wood and twig onto the bed, the only remains of Harry’s faithful, finally beaten broomstick.

Harry’s heart started churning with sadness. But then the sudden yell from Neville’s room spooked everyone in the room. They all saw Neville sitting, pale and covered in sweat. Hermione and Ron immediately went to his bed. While he remained behind. His friends were comforting Neville when he saw Ronan’s friends leave the infirmary as well.

He turned to see Ronan, who was lying on the bed with a few scratches on his face. Ronan waved at him, and he waved back, “Thank you,” he yelled.

It was then the two beds to his left started floating in the air. Ronan’s bed swiftly came to a stop next to him, while the the two flying beds took the vacant place. “Fo far Felcome” Ronan said and smiled at him.

It was then Harry saw, Ronan's entire row of front upper teeth were missing. “Blimey! You almost lost all your teeth.”

“Fath es foth fappen fen fonone fands on fis face,” which translates to, That is what happens when someone lands on his face.

Although his teeth were gone, Harry was still able to understand what he was talking about. “Congratulations on your win by the way,”

“Thank you,” Ronan said and then quickly added, “I will be ordering a Nimbus Two Thousand. Do you want me to order one for you as well?”

Harry didnt understand what Ronan was trying to say at first. But after some repetition he finally understood what he was trying to say, “I will think about it,” he just simply replied, and Ronan didnt push him further.

***

Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping him and Ronan in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. While Neville was able to leave after a few hours. He didn’t argue or complain, but he wouldn’t let her throw away the shattered remnants of his Nimbus Two Thousand. He knew he was being stupid, knew that the Nimbus was beyond repair, but Harry couldn’t help it; he felt as though he’d lost one of his best friends.

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During their stay, both of them had a constant stream of visitors. Especially Ronan, who had become like a Hero to Slytherins. Many from their house came to shower him with gifts and congratulate him on his first win. It was from them did Harry got to know that the 80% of goals done by Slytherin were done by Ronan. And he was the star player of the team. He had no idea about it, as during the match his whole attention was on finding the snitch.

It was not like he didnt receive gifts. He received flowers from Hagrid, and a get-well-soon card from his friends Seamus and Dean. Although he was grateful for those gifts, they didnt make him feel good. A part of the reason that he was feeling so bad was the Slytherins, who would pass taunts at his performance whenever someone would visit Ronan.

Ronan tried to stop them, but he couldnt control every single one of them.

Another reason for feeling bad was the Grim and Dementors. According to Professor Trewaleney, Grim was the sign of death and was considered an omen in their world. He first saw Grim in his tea leave, in his teacup during her lecture. And then he saw the sign again when Dementors attacked him during the match. Also, there was a chance that there was a murderer after him.

All of these things were eating him alive from inside. He just didnt know whom to talk to about these things, but then he realized that he could talk to Ronan. And while he was at it, he could also ask him about the connection of Sirius and him.

Which is why he waited for the nighttime when no one would be around them. As Madame Promfrey had healed Ronnan’s teeth as well, Harry started talking to his friends..

“Ronan,” he said.

“Hmm?” Ronan mumbled, seemingly lost in the thick of Werewolves that he was reading.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ronan then finally turned to him, “What is it?”

“Why is Sirius Black after me?”

Ronan didnt say anything for a few seconds. But then he sighed, “Why do you want to know?”

“Dont you think I deserve to know? Everyone lied to me about him. You, those aurors.. What is it that you can know, but I can't?” Harry said in a rather frustrated tone.

“It is to protect you, Harry,”

“Protect me!” Harry suddenly yelled. To make sure Madame Promfrey doesn't hear a word they say, Ronan made a barrier around their beds.

Only after that Harry continued his ranting, “You are a kid as well. You are as same age as me? Why is it that I need protecting but you dont? What makes to qualify for such a secret, but I cannot know?”

With skipping a beat, Ronan answered, “Sirius Black was responsible for your parent’s death.”

Harry’s anger vanished. The serious face of Ronan told him stories. “He.. How?” Those are the only two words that he could utter from his mouth.

Ronan then proceeded to tell him about the tale of how his mother and father were killed. And how Sirius was responsible for their demise, “… The adults think that you might end up doing something stupid if you knew the truth. That is why they asked me to keep quiet about the whole ordeal.”

Harry closed his fists with anger, tears started flowing down his eyes. He started remembering the days that he had spent with the Dursleys, and how miserable and alone he felt during the time. How he wished to have someone that he could refer to as his family.

Ronan then spoke, “Harry… I can understand what you are feeling. I have been alone all of my life as well. Your anger is justified. But you should control yourself and not let your anger control you.”

“Control my anger?” Harry said in a teary voice, “He killed my mum and dad Ronan. They trusted him and he broke their trust. I will kill him, Ronan. I will kill him.”

Ronan sighed and came and sat down on his bed, “Harry… Your emotions are justified. But killing Sirius could land you in Azkaban. Are you sure you want to go through with it?”

He looked at Ronan, and didnt say anything. “If you have already made up your mind,” Ronan said, “… Then let's make it happen. We know that Sirius is somewhere around the school. Then let's just get it done with it,”

Harry wiped his tears. For some reason, he truly believed that Ronna would be able to catch Sirius. And he would help him kill that man, without a doubt.

So he asked, without skipping a beat, “Do you have a plan?” To which Ronan simply smiled, and said that they would talk tomorrow. It is Sunday, and they would have plenty of time to talk then…

Harry didnt know what Ronan had planned. He refused to let him in about the details of the plan. The next day, he only told him that he was going to set up a trap for Sirius using a certain spell that he had learned. And for that, he needed to make a decoy,

“You stay with six people in your dorm right?” Ronan asked.

“No. We are five. Me, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus. Why?”

“Wasn't there a Peter guy living with you?” Ronan asked.

“There is no one named Peter in my year, in Gryffindor,”

Ronan smiled and told him that he would need a few things from him, one of them being a pet that would have his smell.

He couldnt understand what Ronan was talking about, and in no way that he was willing to hand him over a Hedwig. But Ronan denied wanting the owl. He instead asked for the pets of his friends that he shared in the room. He asked him to steal those pets and bring them to him.

“Are you insane?” Harry said.

“Nope. Bring them to me. I would have to make sure whether they are compatible with magic. If yes, then they would do,” Ronan said.

“And why would you want other pets?”

“Do you want me to use your pet?” Harry shook his head.

“Then bring me both Scabbers and Trevor. I will see which of them seems compatible with the spell.”

“Will they be alright after the spell? Will they die?” Harry asked, worried about his friend’s pet.

“Harry, here is the thing… I will not deny it, there is a chance that the pets that you give me might die. Might. But it is all good, right? It is better then having the real you out there in open,”

Harry nodded. The notion seems cruel, but Ronan was being reasonable here.