Several days later and the sun was shining brightly over Hogwarts, it beamed in through the windows of the Hospital Wing. Ron woke, blinking hard against the pain the bright sunlight was causing. He propped himself up on his elbows. After his eyes had adjusted to the light level, he realised where he was. Looking around he saw Harry, Amy and Hermione sat at a table across the room from his bed, playing a game of some sort. He almost leapt out of bed with joy to see them all safe. Then he felt the tiredness, mixed with a dull pain, throughout his body.
‘Hey guys,’ he said, weakly.
The others looked over at him; not sure whether he’d said something, or they’d just imagined it. When it registered that he was leaning up, with his eyes open, they all jumped up and charged over to his bed, their game instantly forgotten.
‘Ron, Ron, you’re all right,’ cried Hermione.
‘Of course I’m all right. What happened, what am I doing here?’
‘Don’t you remember, you were hit by one of the Death Eaters’ curses,’ replied Hermione.
Amy leant over and kissed him on the cheek. Ron blushed, but asked: ‘What was that for?’
‘You saved me. That Death Eater was aiming at me,’ she replied, smiling shyly.
‘Thankfully Dumbledore was on hand, not only to get rid of the Death Eaters, but also to help cure you. No one was sure you’d pull through at first,’ said Harry.
‘What, and miss all the victory celebrations? No chance,’ Ron grinned.
‘Now, now children. Mr Weasley needs his rest, off you go,’ said Madam Pomfrey, ushering them out of the room.
‘Amy,‘ said Ron, while the others headed off.
She turned and looked at him.
‘Yes?’
‘Will you go to the Spring Prom with me?’
She smiled. ‘I’d love to.’
As she turned and headed out after the others. Ron felt himself grinning so much that he was sure he’d pull a muscle. Perhaps this was going to be a good year after all, he thought.

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