The trio made their way to the train, looking back to say a final goodbye
to their home of seven years. They stepped onto the train and found the
nearest empty compartment.
"Feels weird, doesn't it? Knowing that you'll never come back?" Hermione broke the silence.
"Well, who knows, we might come back," Harry looked out his window, the skies were gray and it was raining hard.
"He's right you know, you might come back here as the library lady," Ron shot an evil grin at Hermione. Hermione gave Ron a very angry glare.
The rest of the train ride was in silence, except for Ron's smacking as he ate sweets. The train pulled up to platform 9 ¾; they made their way out of the train, dragging their feet behind them. It seemed that all three of them wanted to stay on the train, it was the closest real thing to Hogwarts that they had.
"Listen," Harry stopped them from walking once they were off the train, "we need to keep in touch, Ok? Right here, right now, say they we'll all write and talk to each other a lot."
Ron and Hermione nodded their heads, and looked over towards their parents.
"No, I want you to say it," Keeping in touch with his wizarding friends was more important to Harry than it was to the other two.
"Ok, we promise to keep in touch," Both Ron and Hermione said.
"Right... now, we're going to be best friends forever," Harry put his hand out, in the middle of all of them. Ron knew he wasn't the only person here who thought this was the corniest thing he'd ever seen, because Hermione wore the same face that said 'he's taking this a *bit* too far.' They both put their hands in and all three of them grinned at each other.
"I'm going to miss you guys so much!" Hermione hugged Ron and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and the same with Harry only she also ruffled up his hair. Harry and Ron tried to act more business like, they shook each other's hands, but then finally realized they wouldn't see each other for quite some time and hugged.
After a couple of good-bye words, they all made their way over to their ride home.
***
The sirens grew louder, and more chimed in. He loved doing this, tormenting them, not using magic to escape. The thing he loved best was that they thought he, Ron Weasley, was a common muggle, not a wizard on the move, but a muggle.
The police cars sharply turned the corner to continue the chase, Ron ran faster until he came across an ally. He ran into it, smirked one last time, then dissaparated. The funniest thing about this is that the police would still be looking for him, until the morning came. This was great, all he had to do was steal a stupid little jewel and then five cars were automatically on him.
Life was great now; he'd steal muggle things, and sell it to his dad for a high price. If he knew his life would be like this when he grew up he wouldn't of gone to school, the only useful things he learned there were spells, but he could of just picked up a book and learned them on his own. Ron laid back on his expensive, black leather couch and closed his eyes, recalling tonight's experience.
Deciding to earn some extra cash, Ron went to the outskirts of London to steal a valuable muggle object. When he was walking down the street he saw it in a display window, a precious statue in the shape of an angel. Made entirely out of pure gold. Ron had taken his shirt off, put it around his fist, and punched the window to the point of breaking.
He had only done this so it would set off an alarm and then the fun would begin. Ron stood there waiting a few minutes until he heard the sirens, there was his que. He took the statue and put it in the pocket of his trench coat. Ron led the police on a ten-minute journey, until finally dissaparating. Yes, life was defiantly good.
"Feels weird, doesn't it? Knowing that you'll never come back?" Hermione broke the silence.
"Well, who knows, we might come back," Harry looked out his window, the skies were gray and it was raining hard.
"He's right you know, you might come back here as the library lady," Ron shot an evil grin at Hermione. Hermione gave Ron a very angry glare.
The rest of the train ride was in silence, except for Ron's smacking as he ate sweets. The train pulled up to platform 9 ¾; they made their way out of the train, dragging their feet behind them. It seemed that all three of them wanted to stay on the train, it was the closest real thing to Hogwarts that they had.
"Listen," Harry stopped them from walking once they were off the train, "we need to keep in touch, Ok? Right here, right now, say they we'll all write and talk to each other a lot."
Ron and Hermione nodded their heads, and looked over towards their parents.
"No, I want you to say it," Keeping in touch with his wizarding friends was more important to Harry than it was to the other two.
"Ok, we promise to keep in touch," Both Ron and Hermione said.
"Right... now, we're going to be best friends forever," Harry put his hand out, in the middle of all of them. Ron knew he wasn't the only person here who thought this was the corniest thing he'd ever seen, because Hermione wore the same face that said 'he's taking this a *bit* too far.' They both put their hands in and all three of them grinned at each other.
"I'm going to miss you guys so much!" Hermione hugged Ron and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and the same with Harry only she also ruffled up his hair. Harry and Ron tried to act more business like, they shook each other's hands, but then finally realized they wouldn't see each other for quite some time and hugged.
After a couple of good-bye words, they all made their way over to their ride home.
***
The sirens grew louder, and more chimed in. He loved doing this, tormenting them, not using magic to escape. The thing he loved best was that they thought he, Ron Weasley, was a common muggle, not a wizard on the move, but a muggle.
The police cars sharply turned the corner to continue the chase, Ron ran faster until he came across an ally. He ran into it, smirked one last time, then dissaparated. The funniest thing about this is that the police would still be looking for him, until the morning came. This was great, all he had to do was steal a stupid little jewel and then five cars were automatically on him.
Life was great now; he'd steal muggle things, and sell it to his dad for a high price. If he knew his life would be like this when he grew up he wouldn't of gone to school, the only useful things he learned there were spells, but he could of just picked up a book and learned them on his own. Ron laid back on his expensive, black leather couch and closed his eyes, recalling tonight's experience.
Deciding to earn some extra cash, Ron went to the outskirts of London to steal a valuable muggle object. When he was walking down the street he saw it in a display window, a precious statue in the shape of an angel. Made entirely out of pure gold. Ron had taken his shirt off, put it around his fist, and punched the window to the point of breaking.
He had only done this so it would set off an alarm and then the fun would begin. Ron stood there waiting a few minutes until he heard the sirens, there was his que. He took the statue and put it in the pocket of his trench coat. Ron led the police on a ten-minute journey, until finally dissaparating. Yes, life was defiantly good.