Hello Readers! SO sorry for the lack of updates, but my mom won't let me on the laptop during the week. Also I've got some questions for y'all.
1) does anyone know how to make those line things that are so cool? 'Cause I can't figure it out and would love to be informed.
2) In what year should the Flock come back? I'm thinking after 4th year but beyond that I'm not sure.
Also- would y'all rather I just cram the whole year into one chapter, or keep writing like I've been doing it? (I would rather do it like I am, because I already have most of the second book written up and also it makes the story look longer :P I had another reason I think but I can't remember it.)
Um yeah I think that's it.
Whew that was loooong. Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Over the course of the next few days, Ron got lost about 23 times. Of course, about half of these were for show- he couldn't stand out too much.
As Friday came around, Ron and Harry met a huge milestone in their Hogwartian career. They managed to get to the Great Hall without getting lost.
Ron looked at their schedule and frowned as he saw what the day's classes were.
"What have we got today?" Harry asked Ron.
"Uggg. Double Potions with the Slytherins," Ron groaned. "Snape's head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them- We'll be able to see if it's true."
"Wish McGonagall favored us," Harry muttered, still steaming about the huge pile of homework they had gotten from their own Head of House.
Just then, the mail arrived. Harry had gotten an invitation to Hagrid's house for after classes. And it was a good thing, too, because Potions was the worst class in the history of classes.
It began with Professor Snape insulting the first years and scaring them out of their wits. Followed by a quick round of Ask-Harry-Impossible-Questions-That-Nobody-Knows -The-Answer-To-Except-Hermione-But-She-Doesn't-Count-Because-She-Knows-Everything.
By the end of the lesson, Harry had come to one conclusion- Snape hated him.
"Cheer up," Ron tried to improve the mood, "Can I come and meet Hagrid with you?"
Harry said yes, and five to three found them standing outside Hagrid's hut, knocking.
"Back, Fang, back!" Hagrid's voice sounded, followed by scrabbling and shoving behind the door. Ron had to laugh when he saw that this Fang was a dog.
Hagrid let them in, and told them to 'make themselves at home.'
"This is Ron," Harry introduced.
"Another Weasley, eh? I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest." He grinned.
Hagrid proffered a tray of what looked like pebbles, while promising they were edible. Deciding he trusted Hagrid, Ron tentatively ate a few. One thing he had learned from his past was to never turn down non-poisoned food.
The cakes tasted exactly how they looked - like rocks.
Ron learned another important lesson that day. Never, ever, ever, eat food that Hagrid made.
He also learned that Hagrid was a terrible liar.
When asked why about the Gringotts break in, all he did was quickly change the subject. This was also what he did when the subject of Snape hating Harry came up.
Ron froze as, the next morning, he saw a flyer pinned to the bulletin board. 'Flying Lessons, Starting Thursday.' His first thought was, "But, none of these people have wings..." Then he remembered brooms and nearly facepalmed.
Of course, Ron was a great flyer, how could he not be? As he read the rest of the flyer, he groaned along with the rest of the Gryffindors surrounding him. Flying lessons were Thursday, with the Slytherins. Great.
Harry was thinking along the same lines as Ron. He said, "Typical. Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
"You don't know you'll make a fool out of yourself," Ron argued,"Anyways, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's just talk."
And it was true; Malfoy loved regaling everyone with tales of his many flying pursuits. Most of these stories seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggle helicopters. When Ron heard this, he had wondered aloud why Malfoy hadn't had the common sense to avoid the contraptions in the first place, suitably embarrassingthe pale blonde boy.
Neville and Hermione seemed both to be very concerned about their first lessons in flight. Neville because he was so accident-prone, Hermione because here was a subject in which you could not become proficient in through books. That wasn't for lack of trying on her part, however.
Thursday found her anxiously reading aloud flying tips from 'Quidditch Through the Ages' at the breakfast table, Neville eagerly hanging onto her every word.
That is, until an owl landed in front of him, a package in it's beak.
"A Rememberall!" He exclaimed, excitement in his voice,"Gran knows I forget things - this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red - oh...you've forgotten something..." Apparently, Neville had forgotten something, because at that very second, the device turned red.
As Neville tried to remember what it was he had forgotten, the Rememberall was snatched from his hands by none other than the pale Malfoy heir.
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, eager to get a chance to pound Malfoy. But before they could even utter an insult, Professor McGonagall strode over, saying sternly, "What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Rememberall, Professor," Neville said.
At McGonagall's look, Malfoy scowled and dropped the Rememberall back into Neville's palm, stalking hurriedly away.
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