Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers- don't you? It's just a way of bringing people down and making them relies that they don't own the one thing they really want. What? -Oh, yeah. I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Just about everyone who reads this love it, it'll only take a little while and reviewing is always a good way for me to improve :hint-hint-nugde-nudge:.

Dedicate: I dedicate this to one of my best-est friends Nic who hates Harry Potter (A/N: I don't know how you could) but put up with me talking about it anyway.

A/N 2: YES I KNOW I CAN'T SPELL AND THAT MY GRAMMER SUCKS! DEAL WITH IT!

As I walk along the hall way I see doors on all sides of me. I wish I could just go into one and save myself from my fate- but I know I can't. I have to do this or suffer the consequences.

Each step I take brings me closer…

I remember when I was first ordered to do this horrific task… Her shrill voice screeching at me, and eyes flashing…

I reach the door that seals my fate. I raise my hand and close it around the metallic door handle. It was cold and unmerciful.

My eyes widen in horror as the scene before me sinks in.

I cannot believe that I- Ronald Weasley- have been scent by my own mother to clean my room.

A/N: MWAHAHA! I AM SO EVIL!

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