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Everybody last time we saw the first task the second will be just as hard but something even more difficult awaits Harry's near future the Bal de noel anyone who knows what that means leave a review and even if you don't know what it means leave a review
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Ron began to walk the white flash appeared again this time farther away Ron began to run following after it every time he got closer to the flash it vanished appearing father away
Ron released his Ki blurring from sight vanishing running faster than most wizards and nearly all Muggles could see but Ron could not catch the light it vanished again before his eyes and Ron fell to his knees
He wasn't strong enough Ron didn't know exactly when but at some point he drifted away from Harry's side to stand on the sidelines he wasn't jealous not of Harry but of his natural ability to grow stronger maybe it came from the curse maybe Ron had just reached his limits
"No I won't accept it I won't accept peaking at four bloody teen I won't accept it" Ron roared up to the skies he looked up just in time to see the white flash
Up close it was a ghost no not a ghost but not human either the not a ghost was a young woman not much older than Ron wearing plate armor that shone with a white light brown hair fell out the iron helmet and cascaded down her back on her belt was a sword
The girl held out her hand for Ron the look in her blue eyes seemed familiar like back at the burrow Ginny yelling at him to hurry up in the loo
Ron took the sorta ghost girls hand helping him to her feet her armors glow began to climb over Ron's body Rons eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as they sank into the ground
After sinking into the ground and nearly scaring the pwenk out of Ron they entered a manmade cavern old beams lined the ceiling an old wizards chess set sat on a table in the corner along with ceramic jars black powder and ink
But what drew Ron's attention was the cloak sitting in a wardrobe was black cloak with red lining and kimono like sleeves over the heart was a stylized W in dark red stitching the girl knelt reverently down under the cloak and pulled out an old leather bound journal
Now Ron may not be as smart as Hermione or Myrtle but Ron was definitely smarter then Crabbe or Goyle and he remembered the journal Voldemort had that possessed his sister
Ron stepped back away from the journal in the girls hand looking at like it were made of blood
The girl opened her mouth no words came out but Ron felt a warm breeze fill his bones he didn't think the girl meant him harm
Ron slowly took the book the clasp unlatched hanging limply from the book across the back of Ron's hand Ron looked up to see that the girl was gone with no sign of her and no way out
"well here goes nothing" Ron opened the book the journal was filled with writing and diagrams but it made no sense to Ron he took another look at the front page maybe there was some hint how to get out on it
sith gnidaer era uoy fi
naoJ ecitnerppa ym neht
ereh uoy del sah dna yhtrow uoy demeed sah
nissassa taerg eht fo rail eh ot emocleW
yelseaW suilliB sugaM
it made no bloody sense to Ron it was if it were written backwards wait what if it was Ron remembered Hermione talk about some famous Muggle painter Da pinchy who wrote his notes backwards
Ron just a mirror where would find a mirror Ron slapped himself he could almost hear Hermione shouting "Are you a wizard or not" Ron took out a wand and transfigured a ceramic shard into a mirror now the message read
If you are reading this
Then my apprentice Joan
Has deemed you worthy and has led you here
Welcome to the lair of the great assassin
Magnus Billius Weasley
"Magnus Weasley I wonder who he is" Ron wondered aloud "I'll write Dad about him when I get back" Ron looked up realizing there was no visible exit he turned the page
"After I find out where the exit is"
Harry looked up from the essay he was writing in the Beauxbatons library he was stuck with a problem even more foreboding than the second task in February
The Yule Ball according to Professor McGonagall it was a tradition dating back to the founding of the tournament where the champions and their escorts would do the first dance in front of everyone
One problem was he was one of the champions and he'd rather have a year of detention with Snape then walk up to a girl and ask said girl to be his date to the ball
The former was much less nerve wracking then the later and knowing Harry and his luck the media would have a field day with him and whoever his date for the ball was
"Ron" Harry said Ron looked up from an old leather bound book "yeah mate you need something"
"Yeah a date" Harry looked up to see a trio of Durmstrang witches pass by "why do they all travel in packs"
"beats me" Ron said with a shrug before he went back to reading his book Harry almost went back to his essay instead he looked back up at his friend "wait a minute"
"what" Ron asked
"how come you aren't worrying about a date" Ron shrugged "cause I've got one"
"you do"
Ron nodded not taking his eyes off his current page "yeah mate I do"
"It's not Ginny or something is it" Ron looked up disgusted "gross mate she's my sister"
Harry held up his hands "sorry sorry it's just you know what some pure bloods do"
"Well I'm not one of those Pure bloods and if your looking for a date why not ask Anya"
"Anya" Harry asked Ron nodded "yes you know Russian red eyes turned Malfoy into a ferret gives you the love eyes"
"Love eyes" Harry asked instead Ron didn't answer he went back to reading his book Harry was about to when Ron opened his mouth one more time "better hurry I heard a rumor Krum was going to ask someone today could be her"
Harry bolted leaving his quill and parchment behind as he went off to 'hopefully' land a date leaving Ron with his book
November quickly turned into December and with December soon came Yule Harry stood in a simple black suit and white tie it wasn't the newest dress robes but both Harry's father and Sirius had assured him it is much easier to dance when you can see your feet
Harry stood in the atrium awaiting his date he saw a few other students and their dates head in he saw Angelina with Fred or was it George Javier had a stunning blonde witch on his arm the rumors weren't false but instead of Anya the world champion seeker had Myrtle on his arm
With her black hair styled in ringlets down her shoulders a royal blue dress with golden swirls and no glasses it had taken Harry a second glance to recognize the beautiful Ravenclaw witch
Wait did he call Myrtle beautiful Harry needed to focus and wait for his date for the evening Harry felt a tap on the shoulder he looked around and was stunned
"Hello stranger" Anya said with a smile her brown hair was out of it's usual pony tail and had been styled into a plait with glittering purple gems the gems went perfectly with the purple ball gown Harry smiled at her taking her hand to his lips
"Potter Harry Potter" he said Anya laughed "well Mr. Bond shall we join the others"
"You've seen James Bond" Harry asked surprised Anya smiled "Da I have seen Mr. Bond he is good I'm not sure how to translate to English comedy act for real spies"
Harry shrugged "I'll take your word for it" Harry nervously wrapped his arm around the velvet corset that covered his date's waist walking over to the other champions
When they were all together the doors opened and four champions walked single file into the ball room decorated like a winter wonderland with shining silvery snow ribbons of ice that glowed like an aurora and the floor to ceiling windows behind the staff table covered in shining reflective frost Harry looked around seeing Ron with is date and it wasn't who he was expecting
It was someone Harry hadn't been able to speak to all summer because no words could ever make up for what he'd done
Hermione Granger former muggle born current werewolf
And this is where the chapter ends read review and see you all next time on Goku and the goblet of fire
