A/N- Sorry about the long wait guys, I have been having huge computer problems, and my brother wasn't helping me fix them, and I had to reprogram my whole computer in the end, and you get the point… I am sorry! Here is another chapter, I think there is going to be an epilogue, but we'll see how many reviews I get… Thanks everyone!

"Hermione!" He said, realizing what he had done. He checked her pulse to find it there, but faint.

"Don't pretend to be worried." She gasped.

"I-I… I have multiple personalities, Hermione. I can't… control them."

"Why… w-would I b-believe you?" She sounded so weak, Ron didn't answer, instead picking her up, and removing the magical binds on her. He ran from the room grabbing two poly juice potions, each with a hair from a muggle couple in America. He stupefied her, and then apparated to St. Mungos. Even back to his own personality, he had changed too much to let himself get caught.

When they arrived, a witch ran over. "I came home from work, and found her on the floor! She had been bound to a chair, and beaten!" He cried out, not faking the hysterical edge to his voice.

The witch nodded, levitating the blond haired, short, plump woman no one would suspect was Hermione. She took her into one of the rooms, sending for a Healer, and starting on her injuries.

Ronald settled in the waiting room, hoping he would be able to come up with an idea of what to do before she woke up. He also was desperately hoping she wouldn't transform back into herself, until he was alone with her. His other personality wouldn't have it though.

"You cannot just leave her alone!"

"Yes, I can." He argued with himself. "She won't wake up for a while."

"What if she does though? She doesn't even deserve to wake up. She deserves to be killed after what the bint did to you."

"Excuse me sir, but are you all right?" A nervous looking woman asked. His head snapped up, and he sent a menacing glare at her.

"Of course I am alright." He growled. "Stay away from me." The woman jumped up, and scurried away. He noticed her talking to a witch, pointing at him. Damn those bloody assholes. He stood up, and joined at the desk. "Could someone tell me where my wife is?"

"She is being looked at Mr…"

"Mr. Johnson."

"Mr. Johnson. She will likely be able to leave as soon as she wakes up."

"What room is she in?" he barked.

"I'm sorry, sir. She is not ready to be visited yet." The woman said. She was perfectly calm, as if she dealt with angry men like him all of time. This only worked to infuriate him further though.

"I will see her immediately." He hissed. "She is my wife. Not yours."

"Are you all right sir?" The woman asked. The look in the man's eyes was… was crazy. He looked insane. He looked like a pile of rage, ready to blow up.

"Of course I am all right." He snapped. "My girlfriend has sustained injuries that could be life threatening though!"

"Girlfriend? I thought you said she was your wife?" The woman was very suspicious now. Something about this man wasn't right.

"I mean wife. We are newlyweds."

"Right, what did you say your name was again?" She quizzed, wondering if he would remember what his name had been before.

"Mr. Smith."

"Yes, Mr. Smith, please take a seat. I will have someone come who will show you to your wife." She ordered, going over to the phone the wizards had adopted as a use for quick communication. She dialed the number that would signal a security guard to come, and smiled at the angry man who had seated himself beside the desk. "Someone will be right down."

After a few seconds, a broad, tough looking wizard entered, and went to the witch. "He is getting mixed up of who the woman he brought is, he isn't telling me the same name ever, and a woman says he as arguing with himself before." The Security wizard turned to the angry looking brunette.

"Excuse me sir, I have been asked to escort you out." The man said.

"By out, you mean to my sister." Ron said in his icy voice. He stood up, ready to go to. The man gave the witch at the table a look, and she called for backup.

"No, I mean off the premises." The wizard said, getting out his wand.

"That will not due." Ron hissed, pulling his out. "I have done nothing wrong."

"We have reason to believe you are not who you say you are. We were also told to watch out for wizards who exhibit suspicious behavior with injured witches." The man said, making Ron even angrier.

"I will not let you keep me from her!" He yelled, shooting up a shield, and making a run for it. The security wizard was trapped in the shield, and Ron was bouncing into rooms, looking for Hermione. Quickly enough, he found her, just as the other security wizards were trapping him into a room. Somehow, Ron managed a bit of magic that locked the door, but no charms could blast it or unlock it. "A piece of magic I picked up from you, Hermione." He grinned, looking at the witch, paying no mind to the struggling Healer in the corner.

He was so busy thinking of what he should do next, he lost his concentration. The Healer's ropes fell away, and he stared at Ron, whose back was turned to him. He slowly got up, and was creeping towards Ron, but his shoe made a noise on the floor. Ron whirled around, screaming bloody murder. He whipped out his wand, tossing the Cruiciatus curse at the Healer. The Healer was howling in pain, while Ron yelled at him. Everyone just wants to get their way! They want to steal her from me! Like hell you will though! I won't let you!"

It was then, that everyone was shown how far he would go. He hit the man with the killing curse.

Hermione had just opened her eyes, as this was happening. "No!" She shrieked. "No!"

"Hermione," Ron turned around. He was looking at the wall above her, and she knew just how far gone her old best friend was. She was staring at the dead body, but brought her eyes up to meet his. That was when she saw it. His eyes were no longer blue. They were so dark, they were almost black. "You shouldn't have done it! You are bad! Bad, bad, bad."

"I-I don't know what you mean." She said seriously. She was suddenly terrified. There was something very, very wrong inside of him, that wasn't him.

"I wasn't talking to you!" He shouted, and she realized that behind her, on the wall was a mirror… "I was talking to you!" he pointed to his reflection. She wondered if he saw himself pointing back at him.

"Ronald…" she said. "Ronald it was wrong what he did, wasn't it?" She hoped she could calm him down.

"Yes. Yes… very wrong. He is bad." He said, sounding crazed. "Bad man. Bad, bad, bad man."

"What is his name, Ronald?"

"His name is Ron. Ron is a bad man."

"I can make him go away, Ronald." She lied calmly. His head snapped to her face.

"You... you can make him leave?"

"Yes. I can make him leave you alone, and stop doing such bad things."

"She is lying!" He yelled, his face transforming angry, before turning into a sad look. "No, she isn't. She is telling the truth. Hermione wouldn't lie to me. Not my Hermione." It almost made her feel guilty, the trusting way he said it, but it was for his own good.

"I can make them all leave you alone. Just give me a wand, Ronald."

"H-how are you going to make him go away?"

"I am going to do a spell. You can't do it yourself, or I wouldn't ask for a wand, but I can do it for you. You know I can." She gave him a reassuring smile, which was more like a grimace. She wanted to smack herself, for not having a more cooperative mouth. However, Ron was too busy being excited to notice, and he eagerly grabbed a wand out of his pocket. Before he could change his mind, she grabbed the wand out of his hands, and disarmed him of any others. He looked so confused, but before he could do anything, Hermione whispered a struggling apology, before stupefying him. With that, she unlocked the door, and promptly passed out, as wizards and witches poured into the room.

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