Standard disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Looked into buying the rights, found I was several billion dollars short. Or, to paraphrase a disclaimer I saw on robst's site, my thanks to Ms. Rowling for allowing all of us to build sandcastles on her beach. Enjoy.

Ron Gets His Wish Chapter 4

ENDING THREE

Harry woke. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, or indeed how long he had been awake. He felt…. great! His eyes popped open. He was laying on white, surrounded by white with a white sky. He was warm and comfy, not achy anymore. He even felt clean. He reached a hand up to his forehead. His scar was flat, in fact was hard to even feel. It wasn't painful to touch. He grinned. It worked!

Harry hopped to his feet. Things were slowly appearing out of the whiteness. Benches on the ground, and high windows showed blue behind them. An arched ceiling appeared and joined the walls to hold the windows. Not exactly what he was expecting, but then he had only the vaguest notion of what he really was expecting. Harry noted he was totally naked, and grinned again. He didn't care in the slightest. Now where…? He heard a small whimper behind him.

He turned. There. On the other side of a bench down the now defined walkway. He heard a train whistle in the distance. He walked slowly to the thing on the ground. Yep, that was it. Sure was ugly. He grinned again, and suddenly he was dressed in football gear, down to the boots. Awesome! He backed up a couple of steps, set himself, then ran forward and with a great kick launched it into the air. It arced up and up, eventually passing through one of the high windows with a satisfying crash. Harry threw his fists into the air and ran in circles screaming "GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL" as loud as he could. The train whistle was much louder now, and seemed to be celebrating with him.

Harry pulled up short. Professor Dumbledore had appeared and was walking toward him, his arms opened wide, and with a big smile on his face he said "Harry…" Harry yelled "Professor" and took off at a run at him. Dumbledore stopped to wait for him, arms still open. Harry gauged the distance and launched a kick at the voluminous robes. Dumbledore squeaked in surprise, and bent over, hands cupping his now very painful bits. Perfect shot! Harry slammed his knee up into the pointed nose, making it more crooked than ever and explode in blood. He then wound up again and kicked him as hard as he could in the shin. Dumbledore dropped to the ground, not having enough hands to hold all the painful areas. Harry looked around. No red card! Awesome! He threw his fists up and ran in circles again: "GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL"

The train pulled up alongside the walkway, whistle and now brakes joining in the celebration. It came to a stop and the doors opened. Harry stopped at the still moaning Dumbledore. "Bye, you old wanker!" and stomping on his abdomen, Harry ran for the train. Dumbledore rolled over with a groan and lifted a hand up at Harry. "Harry, wait…" he wheezed. Harry just grinned and waved as the doors closed. Dumbledore was unable to get up, and the trained started to slowly pull away. "No, Harry…." Harry turned away and got comfortable on one of the seats. He hoped that the ride wasn't too long, and that his parents would be there to meet him. He propped himself in the corner, and closed his eyes. He could use another nap.

A/N: I offer no apologies. You were were warned, and if you made it this far, either you enjoyed it or you deserved it.