'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'All this running around, I can't fight it much longer Something's tryin' to get out And it's never been closer If my take-off fails, Make up some other story If I never come back, Tell my mother I'm sorry
I cannot vanish, You will not scare me Try to get through it, Try to push through it You were not thinking that I will not do it... Take the next ticket, Get the next train'
As the weeks crept on, Harry could not help but notice, even through his new self-absorption, that Ron seemed to be taking charge. Perhaps because he was determined to make up for having walked out on them, perhaps because Harry's descent into listlessness galvanised his dormant leadership qualities, Ron was the one now encouraging and exhorting the other two into action.
These frequent forays into Wizarding territory brought them within occasional sight of Snatchers.
"Some of them are supposed to be as bad as Death Eaters, " Ron explained, "The lot that got me were a bit pathetic, but Bill reckons some of them are really dangerous. They said on Potterwatch— "
"On what?" Harry frowned in confusion.
"Potterwatch, didn't I tell you that's what it was called? The program I keep trying to get on the radio, the only one that tells the truth about what's going on! Nearly all the programs are following You-Know-Who's line, all except Potterwatch. I really want you to hear it, but it's tricky tuning in... "
Ron spent evening after evening using his wand to beat out various rhythms on top of the wireless while the dials whirled. Occasionally, they would catch snatches of advice on how to treat dragon pox, and once a few bars of 'A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love'. While he tapped, Ron continued to try to hit on the correct password, muttering strings of random words under his breath.
"They're normally something to do with the Order, " he told them. "Bill had a real knack for guessing them. I'm bound to get one in the end... "
But not until March did luck favour Ron at last.
Harry was sitting in the tent entrance, on guard duty, staring idly at a clump of grape hyacinths that had forced their way through the chilly ground, when Ron shouted excitedly from inside the tent. "I've got it, I've got it! Password was 'Albus'! Get in here, Harry!"
