Wrong Spell Chapter 1: Stupidity, a harry potter fanfic

A/n: I'm baaaack and so excited I cannot wait to write this story. This is called Wrong Spell. I am not very good at naming stories. Basically it is written about Ron and all thoughts are his. It is written in 6th year.

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Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter and characters. (Also Ron, but I own Rupert Grint! I wish haha.)

Chapter 1: Stupidity

Hard work homework. I mean sometimes it is easy and sometimes, when you got a teacher like Snape, it can be a right chore.

Ronald Weasley has never found schoolwork advertising, give him a broom and he'd be busy for hours but homework, he'd wrinkle his nose at. The well-built, red-headed boy was surrounded by books in the library. He would never set foot in a library if it wasn't important. Snape had set the class an thousand word essay, which was needed to be completed by next lesson answering the question Vampires: Friend or Foe? Ron, due to his 'cheek' landed himself a two thousand word essay answering the question and lost Griffindor 25 points. Right now he would be in the common room having a great time with his friends but no, he is in the library. If only he enjoyed books...

Right... He looked upon the list of books he would need to complete this essay, one book left. Speciality cures. Ok. He stood up and dragged himself to the S section. S... he ran his finger down the book spines.

"Ah," Ron beamed, "S-p."

Speech; the Wizards Advice, no, Spells you don't need to know, nearly, Spells; the-. The rest of the writing was covered in dust. The boy pulled out the book and blew the dust off of it. Spells; the ones they don't teach you. Ron laughed inside his head, worth a try. He looked back at the books surrounding his Defence against the dark art's essay. I need a rest, Ron gave out a loud sigh. He sat down and opened the large brown-leathered book. He scanned the book, laughing out loud when reading some crazy spells and shaking his head when he read others. But then his eyes widened with shock,

"Need to speed up, too much homework, or anything else?" He read out loud, "then this spell is brilliant to use, vitesse el aide." A grin sped across his face; his eyes glanced back to his essay and then back to the book. "Hmm." Ron cleared his throat and pulled out his wand. He read the instructions,

"1 - Hold your wand above your head.

2 - Recite the spell, vitesse el aide

3 - Then tap your head twice with your wand."

Ron followed the instructions, "vitesse el eed" he recited. Tapping his head twice, he laid his wand on the table. "I knew this wouldn't work." He sighed and grabbed his quill, but was startled when thousands of blue glowing balls shot out of his wand. He got up and backed into a bookcase, breathing heavily, he had really done it now! Just then one of the balls flew into his mouth, down, down his throat. The other blue, glowing balls flew out of the Library in a big swam, like thousands of blue bees. Ron coughed and rubbed his throat. "What was that all about?" He asked himself out loud. Nothing, it was probably nothing, a voice inside his head answered back. Ron nodded in agreement and sat back down. He began his essay again, five minutes later, he began to hum. Then started to mutter words to the tune, soon coming out in full song,

I never knew

I never knew that everything

Was falling through

That everyone I knew

Was waiting on a cue

To turn and run

When all I needed was the truth

But that's how it's got to be

It's coming down to

Nothing more than apathy

I'd rather run the other way

Than stay and see

The smoke and who's still

Standing when it clears

And everyone knows I'm in

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind

Ron shook his head, trying to stop himself. It didn't work he kept singing.

Let's rearrange

I wish you were a stranger

I could disengage

Just say that we agree

And then never change

Soften a bit

Until we all just get along

He stood up.

But that's disregard

You find another friend

And you discard

As you lose the argument

In a cable car

Hanging above

As the canyon comes between

And everyone knows I'm in

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind

And everyone knows I'm in

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind

She's on-- oh

And suddenly

I become a part of your past

I'm becoming the part

That don't last

I'm losing you

And its effortless

Without a sound

We lose sight of the ground

In the throw around

Never thought that you wanted

To bring it down

I won't let it go down

'Till we torch it ourselves

And Everyone knows I'm in

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind

Everyone Knows

She's on your mind

Everyone Knows

I'm in over my head

Everyone knows I'm in

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind

When he was finished, he smacked his hand over his mouth. What had just happened? The spell it must have been wrong. What did I say again? He tapped his head, racking his memory. Vitesse el eed"Bloody hell!" He scolded kicking the bookcase. I swallowed that blue thing and those other ones flew away, what if anyone else swallowed one? Ron mentally kicked himself; how could he have been so stupid!?

"I've gotto tell someone, someone who will know what to do! A teacher? No I'll get detention. Harry? He'll be as clueless as me... Hermione! She knows everything." He ran out of the library, forgetting about the books and his essay.

Ron ran into the Common Room, no one was there. He glanced at the Grandfather Clock in the corner, 5.18pm. Everyone would be at dinner. He was about to set off to the Great Hall, when he heard mumbled talking coming from the girls dorms. He strode over to the girls staircase, about to climb the stairs when he remembered something. Remembering that it would turn into a stone slide if he tried to climb it, he slid down the wall, what am I going too do? Then he heard footsteps and a door closing, he looked up. It was Hermione, she was... singing?

Here's a story of a girl,

Living in a lonely world,

A hidden note,

A secret crush,

A little boy who talks too much.

I'm standing in the crowd,

And when you smile I check you out,

Yeah you know my name,

I really don't get your games.

But I want you too know,

If you lose your way,

I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,

If I change my clothes,

Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,

If I say hello,

Will you notice me?

What's it gotta take for you to see?

I'll get you to notice me,

I'll get you to notice me.

Got your head up in the clouds,

Tell me when you're comin' down,

No I don't wanna sink your ship,

But my heart it's about to rip,

And all the friends that follow you,

You tell them things that just aren't true,

I'm the girl you always see,

I'm the one you really mean,

and ooh don't get me wrong,

You better make your move,

Before the moment's gone,

Tell me

If I cut my hair,

If I change my clothes,

Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,

If I say hello,

Will you notice me?

What's it gotta take for you to see?

I'll get you to notice me,

I'm not like the rest,

I don't care if you're the best,

You see it, it's all the same to me,

You just be who you want to be,

It's all the same to me,

Ohhh don't get me wrong,

You better make your move,

Before the moment's gone,

Tell me

If I cut my hair,

If I change my clothes,

Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,

If I say hello,

Will you notice me?

If I cut my hair,

If I change my clothes,

Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,

If I say hello,

Will you notice me?

I want you to notice me,

I'll get you to notice me ( Ahh Ahh, )

I'll get you to notice me ( Ahh, Ahh, )

I'll get you to notice me.

She screamed when she was finished, she grabbed onto the rail of the staircase, knees buckling.

"'Mione?" Ron asked, she jumped back.

"Oh... Ron you startled me." She sighed, walking down the staircase.

"Err- up there... um..." He asked.

"You heard didn't you? I don't know why I was singing. I was sitting on my bed drinking a glass of water when I noticed a blue ball floating on the surface, I placed the glass down and it flew out and down my throat. Minutes later I was sing-singing." She explained, wide-eyed, shaking her head.

"Same." Ron mumbled and she looked up at him, moving her mouth but no words came out. "Well not the water part but a blue ball flew into my mouth." She looked at him in utter confusion. He took her arm and sat her on the sofa next to him, "let me explain."

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A/n: the song Ron sings is The Fray - Over My Head and the one Hermione sings is from the flm Pixel Perfect called notice me Notice Me (I changed some of the words in that one.)

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