This is the fourth part of my fan-fic. Harry is deeply hurt by being
"replaced" as seeker. Harry and Ron have a falling out. Hermione swoons
over Ron becoming a temporary quidditch team member. But Ginny provides
some comfort for Harry. Please read and review.
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This story is my view on the 5th book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. Harry and his friends are older now and are dealing with different things. This is about Harry's inner struggle. It is purely my imagination and I have no idea what is in store for the adoring fans of HP like me.
This particular situation is of my creation. May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT. If it were, I would be a very happy, and not to mention wealthy person.
Please be sure to read the fine print: HARRY POTTER, characters, names, and related indicia are copyrighted trademarks of Warner Bros. (S02)
Enjoy,
Hicked-on-Phawnix
Harry Potter
"Excuse me, you're what?!"
Harry stood there staring at Ron.
"Temporary seeker."
"I don't know what it is you're trying to get at; but there is no 'temporary seeker.' I'm the seeker."
"Look Harry, George told me he wanted an alternate. You'll still be playing."
"I don't believe this. It wasn't my fault."
George came up behind Harry, "But you didn't catch it."
Harry hung his mouth wide open and stared at George.
"It's not permanent," said George.
"Professor McGonagall will never agree."
"She doesn't have to," George continued, "I feel it's for the best."
Harry shook his head, "It is true, all you care about is winning."
"Please Harry, try to realize."
Harry fumed, "Realize what?! I got on this team and I've been one of the best damn seekers you've ever had. and now you want to replace me!"
"Not replace really; just back up."
"I don't understand."
"We were so close Harry, and you just forgot to catch it."
He wanted to tell George about what he saw. If George had seen the animagus of his father, whom he never knew, he wouldn't catch the snitch either. But he knew that if he told him, he would think he was crazy. And then he wouldn't be playing on the team at all.
George could sense that Harry wouldn't allow himself to understand. "You'll start out the game and hopefully catch the snitch. But, if well, if there are any problems, well then, we'll just send Ron up."
Harry glared at him and then at Ron. Why did they need a temporary seeker? And why did it have to be Ron, his best friend?
"What about Fred, does he agree?"
"Forget about Fred. I'm captain, I call the shots."
Harry argued, "But he's co-captain."
"Gryffindor can't afford to loose."
Harry shook his head and said, "No, you can't afford to loose."
He left the common room and headed for bed.
Harry lay on his bed for hours. He wondered what had happened to George. He missed the days when Fred and George would sit in the common room, late in the night, planning their next prank. They provided some much needed humor for Harry, especially when he accused of being the Heir of Slytherin. But George being captain, his carefree attitude was gone. His main concerns were quidditch, quidditch, and quidditch. Harry knew that when he became captain, he would remain himself and be, "Just Harry."
When Harry awoke the next morning he didn't see Ron anywhere. He figured that Ron was already downstairs gloating about his new position on the team.
He got dressed and threw on his robe. He had to spend a bit more time tying his tie than usual, as it was not cooperating. While he was tying it for the seventh time Ginny came up to him.
"Harry?"
He turned around, "Yes?"
"Er, well.um, I wanted to tell you that I think you're a great seeker and no one can replace you.not even my brother."
He smiled at her.
This was about the nicest thing anyone had said to him in days.
"Thank you, Ginny."
He looked down at his cock-eyed tie and said, "It's no use, is it?"
She grinned.
He asked her, "You want to go down now?"
She nodded.
Harry felt better now that he was walking with Ginny. He would have much rather walked with her than Ron. But most unfortunately for them, they ran into Malfoy.
"Why if it isn't the great Mr. Potty!"
Harry glared at him.
He glanced down at Ginny, "Please tell your brother how happy I am for him making the team. It's so good to see that you don't have to be famous to play."
He narrowed his eyes on Harry. "I bet being replaced will put a cramp on your style."
"You only wish," snarled Harry.
"I bet Mrs. Weasley will just about have a heart attack when she sees what a bottom-of-the-line broom costs. Mr. Weasley will have to work so much over time to afford it. He'll probably pay it off a bristle a week, or is that too much? It's such a pity."
It was taking him every inch of strength he had to keep from punching Malfoy dead in the face.
"Come on Harry," said Ginny as she took him by the hand.
They walked into the Great Hall.
When he walked by, Harry tried to avoid looking at Ron. Ron was now telling the whole table an exaggerated tale about how he had to duel several others to be the temporary seeker, "They want the best to replace Harry."
As he sat down he muttered, "They aren't replacing me."
Hermione looked at him and clicked her tongue, "Oh, Harry." She reached over and pulled at his tie. "Just needed a good tug."
As Harry began eating his toast Hermione said, "I'm so happy for Ron."
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "He's finally gotten out of my shadow, that's what he's always wanted."
Hermione shrugged, "Well, I'd say it's hard for him being the best friend of Harry Potter; you know with your fame being constantly rubbed in."
Ginny spoke up, "Harry's nice about it. And it's not hard being his friend."
Hermione sighed.
Harry clenched his fists and said, "You think I picked this?! You think I wanted fame? I don't particularly enjoy people asking about my scar, pointing and staring all the time. He can have it any day!"
"I just thought you'd be happy for him; after all, he's only helping you."
"Why should I be happy? I'm the seeker. This is only happening because my father showed himself at such a fine and dandy time!"
He felt terrible for saying this. But why did he have to see his father's animagus right when he had the snitch? It's not that he didn't want to see his father, but it was causing him so much grief.
Harry had his full of Hermione and he started for Divinination Class.
Just then Colin Creevey came up and snapped Harry's picture.
"What's your opinion on the new Gryffindor seeker?"
"He's not the new seeker."
"Do you have any advice for him? Any pointers?"
When Harry quickly turned the corner, Colin followed him. He was so deep in his questioning that he walked right into a suit of armor, which fell on him with a loud clank.
"Serves him right," muttered Harry.
As soon as he went up the trapdoor the heavy perfume from the class almost intoxicated him.
"Why, hello Mr. Potter!"
Harry turned and saw Professor Trelawney staring at him.
"The fifth house of Jupiter is sending me strong messages, Harry."
"Oh, really.is that so, Professor?"
"Yes, I sense there is a force you will not be able to fight."
He rolled his eyes.
"My dear, dear boy,"
She stared at him with deep sadness in her eyes.
"An incredible loss it will be. A death of a friend can eat your soul to the core. I cry for you, Mr. Potter."
"Well Professor, since you have such good communication with the stars, why don't you tell them to leave me alone!"
"If I could take away your extreme affliction, I would. Why, I can see the sorrow in your very eyes. They reflect such a desolate childhood, my boy."
Harry had never noticed any sorrow in his eyes before. Maybe he did have a desolate childhood, but he certainly wasn't going to dwell on it.
He took his usual seat in the back of the class. He hated Divininations and Professor Trelawney's uplifting messages. She was convinced that Harry would drop dead any day.
When Ron walked in he took a seat in the front of the class next to some Hufflepuff girls.
Professor Trelawney got up from her desk and addressed the class. "Today I want you all to partner up. We will be continuing on with our death predictions unit. So, if you will pick your partners, we will begin.
Quickly, Harry got Neville's attention. He then moved back with Harry.
There was no way he was going to work with Ron.
And apparently, this was the same for Ron. He chose one of the flirtatious girls sitting near him.
Professor Trelawney walked in between the desks and stopped at Harry.
"Harry, I would like you to help me demonstrate for the class."
His neck turned red. This was the absolute last thing he wanted to do. He unwillingly got up from his desk.
"That's it Mr. Potter, up here." He followed Professor Trelawney to the front of the class.
"All right, hold out your hand."
He hesitantly did so.
"Now, just as you did last year, you will be reading palms. You predicted the future though. This time we are progressing on to just predicting death."
Harry swallowed hard. He wasn't looking forward to this.
"Everyone in this room will die."
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered, "Uh-oh. Miss Cleo has some competition."
All of the Hufflepuff girls giggled; and he seemed to be thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Huh-umm. So everyone has a death line. Some people's are very visible, others not so."
She grabbed Harry's hand and looked closely at his palm.
"Hmm. ah, yes, here it is. Very interesting, Mr. Potter, very interesting."
Harry eyed her suspiciously.
"It seems that you have already died. In fact, it looks as if you have died a little over 14 years ago." "But."
Professor Trelawney looked up at his perplexed face.
"Yes. You were meant to die."
"But I didn't, I'm still here."
A tear streamed down Professor Trelawney's cheek. She quickly wiped it away.
"I cry for you, I really do."
Harry was not only disturbed, but embarrassed. Professor Trelawney was always reminding the class of Harry's mortal destiny, but now she was crying over it.
"All right, there has been a change in my lesson plan," sniffled Professor Trelawney. "You can sit down now, Mr. Potter."
She returned to her desk and opened up her book. "If you will all turn to the next chapter, Predictions: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. Read and answer the questions. Please be quiet and remain in your seat until the bell rings. Oh, and on your way out, please turn in your homework from last time."
Harry opened his book and skimmed the chapter. He didn't feel like reading. He didn't feel like doing much of anything but fly on his Firebolt. He couldn't wait until the next match; but then he remembered that he might not be the one to catch the snitch.
He sat there aimlessly for the whole class. Professor Trelawney's perfume filled the whole classroom. Once it entered Harry's nostril's he felt drowsy and his head started throbbing.
Soon the end of the class came. He pulled out his homework, which was half-completed, and placed it on Professor Trelawney's desk.
When he had gotten into the hall he was surprised to see Ginny waiting for him.
"Hey Ginny."
She waved and walked over to him.
"So how was class?"
"A bloody nightmare."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
As she looked up and smiled at Harry, Ron pushed her aside as he was storming thru the hallway.
Harry noticed that Hermione was hanging on his shoulder. And it looked as if he had a newspaper clipping in his hand.
He began shouting across the hall, "Listen to this! 'That ugly scar disfigures the otherwise charming face of the young Harry Potter."
He was drawing laughter from the passing crowds.
He continued, "Some argue that his scar has damaged his brain and left him mentally unable." Hermione let out an enormous howl.
A sharp pain struck Harry. His own friends were laughing at him. They were making fun of something that he had no control over. He was furious that Ron would carry on like this.
He put his hand on Ginny's shoulder and said, "Keep walking. I'll see you later."
She nodded and walked off.
Harry immediately approached Ron and said, "I see you've dug into last year's garbage."
Ron glared at him, "Well, Rita Skeeter has revised it a bit."
Rita Skeeter was a writer for the Daily Prophet, the paper of the wizard world. She spiced up her stories with lies and, literally, screaming headlines. She showed no respect for the subjects of her stories. She had interviewed Harry last year about the Triwizard Tournament. All she printed were lies and these very quotes. She also illegally had an unregistered animagus.. a mosquito.
"Oh, she's made a few revisions, has she?"
Ron cleared his throat, "One thing that is beyond his mental capacity is catching a snitch. Potter was the youngest player at Hogwarts in a century, during his first year."
"It is reported that he still has not gotten over the death of his parents and cries himself to sleep at night."
Another round of laughter sounded the halls.
After the laughter died down Ron continued, "Ron Weasley, a fellow Gryffindor who will replace Harry as seeker, said, 'He's not himself anymore. Ever since the last game he's been crying a lot and his temper is becoming quite short."
Harry roared, "How dare you go and tell lies about me to Skeeter! What, are you afraid she'll write trash about you?"
"Come on Harry!"
"Don't 'come on' me, Hermione. I'm going to give him a good kick in the ruddy ass, right where he bloody deserves it."
Harry approached Ron and looked him hard in the eyes. He slammed a punch right in his eye.
Ron held his hand up to his eye, "You really have gone crazy!"
"Not as much as you. I thought you were a friend, but no, you'll gladly take my place on the team. You don't even know one bloody thing about being a seeker! Don't even have a damn broom of your own."
Ron's face grew beet red, "You little bastard! At least I don't blame all of my mistakes on my father. Your parents are dead, Harry. They don't make you your problems; you do. They're dead."
Harry threw him another punch right in the jaw.
Ron muttered, "Bloody Hell!"
As Ron aimed for the side of his face, Harry ducked. His fist ran along his nose and mouth. "What's going on?!"
Professor McGonagall stood over them. "Boys?!? What is going on here?"
Hermione came over and spoke up, "Harry just came up out of the blue and started punching Ron." "The both of you will follow me," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "Of all people, I would never have expected Harry Potter and Ron Weasley!"
Harry's nose and lip were bleeding but he hadn't noticed until he could taste the blood dripping down into his mouth.
Ron narrowed his eyes at Harry, "I'm telling you Professor, he's gone bloody crazy."
[pic] [pic]"Keep Dan as Harry."-We love you!!! Daniel Radcliffe CoS- premiere-US Daniel Radcliffe CoS elerment of Warner Bros. www.mugglenet.com www.danradcliffe.org
This story is my view on the 5th book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. Harry and his friends are older now and are dealing with different things. This is about Harry's inner struggle. It is purely my imagination and I have no idea what is in store for the adoring fans of HP like me.
This particular situation is of my creation. May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT. If it were, I would be a very happy, and not to mention wealthy person.
Please be sure to read the fine print: HARRY POTTER, characters, names, and related indicia are copyrighted trademarks of Warner Bros. (S02)
Enjoy,
Hicked-on-Phawnix
Harry Potter
"Excuse me, you're what?!"
Harry stood there staring at Ron.
"Temporary seeker."
"I don't know what it is you're trying to get at; but there is no 'temporary seeker.' I'm the seeker."
"Look Harry, George told me he wanted an alternate. You'll still be playing."
"I don't believe this. It wasn't my fault."
George came up behind Harry, "But you didn't catch it."
Harry hung his mouth wide open and stared at George.
"It's not permanent," said George.
"Professor McGonagall will never agree."
"She doesn't have to," George continued, "I feel it's for the best."
Harry shook his head, "It is true, all you care about is winning."
"Please Harry, try to realize."
Harry fumed, "Realize what?! I got on this team and I've been one of the best damn seekers you've ever had. and now you want to replace me!"
"Not replace really; just back up."
"I don't understand."
"We were so close Harry, and you just forgot to catch it."
He wanted to tell George about what he saw. If George had seen the animagus of his father, whom he never knew, he wouldn't catch the snitch either. But he knew that if he told him, he would think he was crazy. And then he wouldn't be playing on the team at all.
George could sense that Harry wouldn't allow himself to understand. "You'll start out the game and hopefully catch the snitch. But, if well, if there are any problems, well then, we'll just send Ron up."
Harry glared at him and then at Ron. Why did they need a temporary seeker? And why did it have to be Ron, his best friend?
"What about Fred, does he agree?"
"Forget about Fred. I'm captain, I call the shots."
Harry argued, "But he's co-captain."
"Gryffindor can't afford to loose."
Harry shook his head and said, "No, you can't afford to loose."
He left the common room and headed for bed.
Harry lay on his bed for hours. He wondered what had happened to George. He missed the days when Fred and George would sit in the common room, late in the night, planning their next prank. They provided some much needed humor for Harry, especially when he accused of being the Heir of Slytherin. But George being captain, his carefree attitude was gone. His main concerns were quidditch, quidditch, and quidditch. Harry knew that when he became captain, he would remain himself and be, "Just Harry."
When Harry awoke the next morning he didn't see Ron anywhere. He figured that Ron was already downstairs gloating about his new position on the team.
He got dressed and threw on his robe. He had to spend a bit more time tying his tie than usual, as it was not cooperating. While he was tying it for the seventh time Ginny came up to him.
"Harry?"
He turned around, "Yes?"
"Er, well.um, I wanted to tell you that I think you're a great seeker and no one can replace you.not even my brother."
He smiled at her.
This was about the nicest thing anyone had said to him in days.
"Thank you, Ginny."
He looked down at his cock-eyed tie and said, "It's no use, is it?"
She grinned.
He asked her, "You want to go down now?"
She nodded.
Harry felt better now that he was walking with Ginny. He would have much rather walked with her than Ron. But most unfortunately for them, they ran into Malfoy.
"Why if it isn't the great Mr. Potty!"
Harry glared at him.
He glanced down at Ginny, "Please tell your brother how happy I am for him making the team. It's so good to see that you don't have to be famous to play."
He narrowed his eyes on Harry. "I bet being replaced will put a cramp on your style."
"You only wish," snarled Harry.
"I bet Mrs. Weasley will just about have a heart attack when she sees what a bottom-of-the-line broom costs. Mr. Weasley will have to work so much over time to afford it. He'll probably pay it off a bristle a week, or is that too much? It's such a pity."
It was taking him every inch of strength he had to keep from punching Malfoy dead in the face.
"Come on Harry," said Ginny as she took him by the hand.
They walked into the Great Hall.
When he walked by, Harry tried to avoid looking at Ron. Ron was now telling the whole table an exaggerated tale about how he had to duel several others to be the temporary seeker, "They want the best to replace Harry."
As he sat down he muttered, "They aren't replacing me."
Hermione looked at him and clicked her tongue, "Oh, Harry." She reached over and pulled at his tie. "Just needed a good tug."
As Harry began eating his toast Hermione said, "I'm so happy for Ron."
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "He's finally gotten out of my shadow, that's what he's always wanted."
Hermione shrugged, "Well, I'd say it's hard for him being the best friend of Harry Potter; you know with your fame being constantly rubbed in."
Ginny spoke up, "Harry's nice about it. And it's not hard being his friend."
Hermione sighed.
Harry clenched his fists and said, "You think I picked this?! You think I wanted fame? I don't particularly enjoy people asking about my scar, pointing and staring all the time. He can have it any day!"
"I just thought you'd be happy for him; after all, he's only helping you."
"Why should I be happy? I'm the seeker. This is only happening because my father showed himself at such a fine and dandy time!"
He felt terrible for saying this. But why did he have to see his father's animagus right when he had the snitch? It's not that he didn't want to see his father, but it was causing him so much grief.
Harry had his full of Hermione and he started for Divinination Class.
Just then Colin Creevey came up and snapped Harry's picture.
"What's your opinion on the new Gryffindor seeker?"
"He's not the new seeker."
"Do you have any advice for him? Any pointers?"
When Harry quickly turned the corner, Colin followed him. He was so deep in his questioning that he walked right into a suit of armor, which fell on him with a loud clank.
"Serves him right," muttered Harry.
As soon as he went up the trapdoor the heavy perfume from the class almost intoxicated him.
"Why, hello Mr. Potter!"
Harry turned and saw Professor Trelawney staring at him.
"The fifth house of Jupiter is sending me strong messages, Harry."
"Oh, really.is that so, Professor?"
"Yes, I sense there is a force you will not be able to fight."
He rolled his eyes.
"My dear, dear boy,"
She stared at him with deep sadness in her eyes.
"An incredible loss it will be. A death of a friend can eat your soul to the core. I cry for you, Mr. Potter."
"Well Professor, since you have such good communication with the stars, why don't you tell them to leave me alone!"
"If I could take away your extreme affliction, I would. Why, I can see the sorrow in your very eyes. They reflect such a desolate childhood, my boy."
Harry had never noticed any sorrow in his eyes before. Maybe he did have a desolate childhood, but he certainly wasn't going to dwell on it.
He took his usual seat in the back of the class. He hated Divininations and Professor Trelawney's uplifting messages. She was convinced that Harry would drop dead any day.
When Ron walked in he took a seat in the front of the class next to some Hufflepuff girls.
Professor Trelawney got up from her desk and addressed the class. "Today I want you all to partner up. We will be continuing on with our death predictions unit. So, if you will pick your partners, we will begin.
Quickly, Harry got Neville's attention. He then moved back with Harry.
There was no way he was going to work with Ron.
And apparently, this was the same for Ron. He chose one of the flirtatious girls sitting near him.
Professor Trelawney walked in between the desks and stopped at Harry.
"Harry, I would like you to help me demonstrate for the class."
His neck turned red. This was the absolute last thing he wanted to do. He unwillingly got up from his desk.
"That's it Mr. Potter, up here." He followed Professor Trelawney to the front of the class.
"All right, hold out your hand."
He hesitantly did so.
"Now, just as you did last year, you will be reading palms. You predicted the future though. This time we are progressing on to just predicting death."
Harry swallowed hard. He wasn't looking forward to this.
"Everyone in this room will die."
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered, "Uh-oh. Miss Cleo has some competition."
All of the Hufflepuff girls giggled; and he seemed to be thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Huh-umm. So everyone has a death line. Some people's are very visible, others not so."
She grabbed Harry's hand and looked closely at his palm.
"Hmm. ah, yes, here it is. Very interesting, Mr. Potter, very interesting."
Harry eyed her suspiciously.
"It seems that you have already died. In fact, it looks as if you have died a little over 14 years ago." "But."
Professor Trelawney looked up at his perplexed face.
"Yes. You were meant to die."
"But I didn't, I'm still here."
A tear streamed down Professor Trelawney's cheek. She quickly wiped it away.
"I cry for you, I really do."
Harry was not only disturbed, but embarrassed. Professor Trelawney was always reminding the class of Harry's mortal destiny, but now she was crying over it.
"All right, there has been a change in my lesson plan," sniffled Professor Trelawney. "You can sit down now, Mr. Potter."
She returned to her desk and opened up her book. "If you will all turn to the next chapter, Predictions: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. Read and answer the questions. Please be quiet and remain in your seat until the bell rings. Oh, and on your way out, please turn in your homework from last time."
Harry opened his book and skimmed the chapter. He didn't feel like reading. He didn't feel like doing much of anything but fly on his Firebolt. He couldn't wait until the next match; but then he remembered that he might not be the one to catch the snitch.
He sat there aimlessly for the whole class. Professor Trelawney's perfume filled the whole classroom. Once it entered Harry's nostril's he felt drowsy and his head started throbbing.
Soon the end of the class came. He pulled out his homework, which was half-completed, and placed it on Professor Trelawney's desk.
When he had gotten into the hall he was surprised to see Ginny waiting for him.
"Hey Ginny."
She waved and walked over to him.
"So how was class?"
"A bloody nightmare."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
As she looked up and smiled at Harry, Ron pushed her aside as he was storming thru the hallway.
Harry noticed that Hermione was hanging on his shoulder. And it looked as if he had a newspaper clipping in his hand.
He began shouting across the hall, "Listen to this! 'That ugly scar disfigures the otherwise charming face of the young Harry Potter."
He was drawing laughter from the passing crowds.
He continued, "Some argue that his scar has damaged his brain and left him mentally unable." Hermione let out an enormous howl.
A sharp pain struck Harry. His own friends were laughing at him. They were making fun of something that he had no control over. He was furious that Ron would carry on like this.
He put his hand on Ginny's shoulder and said, "Keep walking. I'll see you later."
She nodded and walked off.
Harry immediately approached Ron and said, "I see you've dug into last year's garbage."
Ron glared at him, "Well, Rita Skeeter has revised it a bit."
Rita Skeeter was a writer for the Daily Prophet, the paper of the wizard world. She spiced up her stories with lies and, literally, screaming headlines. She showed no respect for the subjects of her stories. She had interviewed Harry last year about the Triwizard Tournament. All she printed were lies and these very quotes. She also illegally had an unregistered animagus.. a mosquito.
"Oh, she's made a few revisions, has she?"
Ron cleared his throat, "One thing that is beyond his mental capacity is catching a snitch. Potter was the youngest player at Hogwarts in a century, during his first year."
"It is reported that he still has not gotten over the death of his parents and cries himself to sleep at night."
Another round of laughter sounded the halls.
After the laughter died down Ron continued, "Ron Weasley, a fellow Gryffindor who will replace Harry as seeker, said, 'He's not himself anymore. Ever since the last game he's been crying a lot and his temper is becoming quite short."
Harry roared, "How dare you go and tell lies about me to Skeeter! What, are you afraid she'll write trash about you?"
"Come on Harry!"
"Don't 'come on' me, Hermione. I'm going to give him a good kick in the ruddy ass, right where he bloody deserves it."
Harry approached Ron and looked him hard in the eyes. He slammed a punch right in his eye.
Ron held his hand up to his eye, "You really have gone crazy!"
"Not as much as you. I thought you were a friend, but no, you'll gladly take my place on the team. You don't even know one bloody thing about being a seeker! Don't even have a damn broom of your own."
Ron's face grew beet red, "You little bastard! At least I don't blame all of my mistakes on my father. Your parents are dead, Harry. They don't make you your problems; you do. They're dead."
Harry threw him another punch right in the jaw.
Ron muttered, "Bloody Hell!"
As Ron aimed for the side of his face, Harry ducked. His fist ran along his nose and mouth. "What's going on?!"
Professor McGonagall stood over them. "Boys?!? What is going on here?"
Hermione came over and spoke up, "Harry just came up out of the blue and started punching Ron." "The both of you will follow me," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "Of all people, I would never have expected Harry Potter and Ron Weasley!"
Harry's nose and lip were bleeding but he hadn't noticed until he could taste the blood dripping down into his mouth.
Ron narrowed his eyes at Harry, "I'm telling you Professor, he's gone bloody crazy."