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True Colors - Chapter One - A Not So Happy Ending
It was the day we were boarding the Hogwarts Express for the long trip home, and I was walking to the locomotive with Harry and Ron. Ron had been very quiet lately, I had noticed, and not very friendly either, but I passed it off as him simply not looking forward to being back home. As we climbed the steps of the train, Harry and Ron talked about their plans for the summer.
"Do you think I could stay at your place for the end of the summer?" Harry asked hopefully. "Three months with the Durselys is not exactly my idea of a vacation."
"I don't this you can. We're probably gonna visit Charlie in Romania," Ron responded, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate a hidden reason for his denial. Harry, however, didn't appear to notice.
"Awww. Bummer," was all he said.
By this time we had gotten a seat on the train, and were starting to move. After a few minutes of Ron staring absently out the window and Harry staring absently at Cho Chang, who was sitting across the isle from us, the food cart entered our cabin.
"Sweets anyone?" she inquired with a bright smile smeared across her face. Harry jolted as though he were waking up from a long slumber and wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you want anything, Hermione?" he asked me.
"No thanks. I'm still full from breakfast," I said.
"How 'bout you, Ron?" He poked his friend's shoulder. Ron turned around.
"Yes, but I can buy my own, thank you. I do have some money, you know."
Harry was a little taken aback by this remark, as was I, but he quickly shook it off.
"Nonsense! I don't mind buying it!"
"Well I do!" Ron shouted. "I can buy my own food; I don't need your charity!"
By this time, Ron's face was beet red, and Harry's had a look of astonishment across it.
"One Bertie Bott's and two Chocolate Frogs, please," Ron asked the woman who was staring at him, along with the rest of the car. He exchanged his money for the candy, and she wheeled her cart to the next cabin.
"Sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to upset you," Harry apologized sincerely. Ron merely turned back toward the window and ate his jellybeans, not so much as grimacing when he swallowed a strange-looking greenish-brown one.
For the rest of the trip, Ron either stared, or, rather, scowled, out the window, or slept; both with his arms folded tightly across his chest. When the station finally came into view and the train stopped, everyone gathered their belongings and headed toward the exit. I retrieved my own bags, as well, and headed to the door, being pushed around and squished by the mob of students attempting to squeeze through the train's door.
"What do you think Ron's so angry about?" I asked when Harry and I had safely gotten out of the stampeding horde and Ron's earshot. Harry shrugged.
"I dunno."
We passed through the barrier and sought out our families. I found mine first.
"Well, Harry, see you next year!" I said. "Owl me?"
"Of course. See you in three months!" He flashed me a smile I hadn't seen before as I left. Not wanting to leave without saying goodbye, I turned my head to see if I could spot Ron, but in the crowd it was futile. Slightly depressed, I headed for my family.
True Colors - Chapter One - A Not So Happy Ending
It was the day we were boarding the Hogwarts Express for the long trip home, and I was walking to the locomotive with Harry and Ron. Ron had been very quiet lately, I had noticed, and not very friendly either, but I passed it off as him simply not looking forward to being back home. As we climbed the steps of the train, Harry and Ron talked about their plans for the summer.
"Do you think I could stay at your place for the end of the summer?" Harry asked hopefully. "Three months with the Durselys is not exactly my idea of a vacation."
"I don't this you can. We're probably gonna visit Charlie in Romania," Ron responded, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate a hidden reason for his denial. Harry, however, didn't appear to notice.
"Awww. Bummer," was all he said.
By this time we had gotten a seat on the train, and were starting to move. After a few minutes of Ron staring absently out the window and Harry staring absently at Cho Chang, who was sitting across the isle from us, the food cart entered our cabin.
"Sweets anyone?" she inquired with a bright smile smeared across her face. Harry jolted as though he were waking up from a long slumber and wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you want anything, Hermione?" he asked me.
"No thanks. I'm still full from breakfast," I said.
"How 'bout you, Ron?" He poked his friend's shoulder. Ron turned around.
"Yes, but I can buy my own, thank you. I do have some money, you know."
Harry was a little taken aback by this remark, as was I, but he quickly shook it off.
"Nonsense! I don't mind buying it!"
"Well I do!" Ron shouted. "I can buy my own food; I don't need your charity!"
By this time, Ron's face was beet red, and Harry's had a look of astonishment across it.
"One Bertie Bott's and two Chocolate Frogs, please," Ron asked the woman who was staring at him, along with the rest of the car. He exchanged his money for the candy, and she wheeled her cart to the next cabin.
"Sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to upset you," Harry apologized sincerely. Ron merely turned back toward the window and ate his jellybeans, not so much as grimacing when he swallowed a strange-looking greenish-brown one.
For the rest of the trip, Ron either stared, or, rather, scowled, out the window, or slept; both with his arms folded tightly across his chest. When the station finally came into view and the train stopped, everyone gathered their belongings and headed toward the exit. I retrieved my own bags, as well, and headed to the door, being pushed around and squished by the mob of students attempting to squeeze through the train's door.
"What do you think Ron's so angry about?" I asked when Harry and I had safely gotten out of the stampeding horde and Ron's earshot. Harry shrugged.
"I dunno."
We passed through the barrier and sought out our families. I found mine first.
"Well, Harry, see you next year!" I said. "Owl me?"
"Of course. See you in three months!" He flashed me a smile I hadn't seen before as I left. Not wanting to leave without saying goodbye, I turned my head to see if I could spot Ron, but in the crowd it was futile. Slightly depressed, I headed for my family.