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I was scared. Seriously, I was. Harry and I hadn't had a chance to sneak into Ol' Rowling's computer for a while now. We didn't know if she was planning to kill Ginny or not.
That aside, this thing was pretty cool. I mean, who would have thought that in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was an entrance to a place where a creepy basilisk was ready to kill the entire school. Or something like that.
I wish Lockheart would stop moaning. It's pretty obvious that he know no magic whatsoever. Actually, me and Harry were planning on feeding him to the snake. Kind of a human sacrifice. To bad we didn't get that far.
So now this teacher was pointing a wand at us, and yelling something about getting to the girl all by himself. (How's he going to get that far? The giant snake's going to eat him!) And he started waving my wand around, telling us about his big plan. Harry looked at me, and he was smiling. I was smiling too.
'Cause guess what? We knew something he didn't know. My wand went Kablooy into the person who was holding it. So we weren't really in any danger.
Except we didn't take into account that this tunnel was about a thousand years old (literally). So as soon as the bozo waved the wand, the entire thing started collapsing.
I tried to stay with Harry. Partly because I wanted to save Ginny, and party because I wanted to see this huge basilisk thing, but mostly because the book's called Harry Potter, and Rowling wouldn't kill off Harry in the second book.
But we got separated anyway, and guess who ended up on the right side? I'll give you a hint ― it wasn't me.
So now what was I supposed to do? I had an absent-minded professor with me, and Harry (if he was still alive) had to face a snake by himself.
You know, if Harry was afraid of snakes, the world was in big trouble.
"Harry!" I yelled. "You there, mate?" I waited, but I didn't get an answer, so I started to dig through the rock. That would have been a lot easier if I hadn't decided to start on the bottom. Once I figured that out, though, I was moving them at a pretty good pace.
"Hey Harry," I said as soon as I had a little hole, "want some help with the snake?"
Harry wasn't stupid though. He knew that if he let me tag along, I'd probably end up dead. "Nah Ron. You just stay there."
Whatever.
It's nice knowing your place in the world. Harry was The Boy Who Lived, the one with the scar and the fame and money. I was Ron, the...sidekick.
Yup, It's nice to know your place
Happy New Year! Know wha my resolution is? To get more reviews.(hint hint)