Chapter 4 (Ron)
Dear Diary, (oh sorry, I didn't mean diary, I meant journal!)
I am not Ron-I am Voldemort! Haunting Ron's diary! Hahahahahhah! Let me tell you about my dinky little day. (Did I mention I was a girl so I am used to writing diary?)
Harry and Hermione like dumped me today. Oh my God! I cannot believe it! I mean, they are so totally in love.
You know who I am in love with? I love Hermione! Hahahahahahaha! Clone of me walks into the room! I am like totally freaking out because nobody made a clone of me before-aaghhhhh!
The Real Ron: Freddy and Georgy-who else? How did they know where I put my diary-I mean journal-
The Real Real Ron: Now it's really me. And I do wonder how Fred and George got a hold of my journal! I mean, they must have read it before I hid it.. I guess.
I am not a girl, and this is not a diary. It is a journal!!! Boy am I going to kill Fred and George! And I don't love Hermione. I already sort of have a girlfriend, and she's Pansy Parkinson.
"Harry?" I asked as I saw Harry sitting glumly at the common room. "Whassa matter?"
Harry looked up. He had a glum smile, but when he looked up he blew his head off. (Exaggeration for: he blew up.)
"Why did Malfoy say to Hermione that you said I hated her! Pitiful liar, you are! And I have no sympathy for you! You ruined my life, not to mention love life!" cried Harry. What? I thought. I didn't do that!
"What?" I asked. "I didn't do that!" Harry's face softened a little. Just a little.
"Liar!" he yelled. "You're just denying it!"
'Harry, I know we're in a fight, and I know you love her." Hermione came to the top of the steps.
"Harry, you love who?" she demanded. Harry blushed.
"Ron's just-" began Harry, but I had leapt in speedy quick.
"He loves you, Hermione! Why don't you see it! He blushes around you, he stopped when you said you love him-you two are the perfect couple! And you two actually believe Malfoy!?"
Harry and Hermione's cheeks flushed. "We don't," they said in unison.
"Then why did you blow up on me, Harry?" I saw Harry's ears turn hot pink. Hermione narrowed her eyes to slits.
"Ron Weasley, thank you! Why didn't we see it before?!" Hermione cried, and she threw her arms on me and hugged me. Harry smiled a little.
"Well, it's time for Malfoy to pay then," I heard Harry mumble.
* * * * * *
Next day, Harry, Hermione and I were in great moods. In fact, we even had a plan. A very sinister, but good comeback plan.
"Here's the plan," said Harry. He was the one who figured it out. "We go into the Slytherin house, with my invisibility cloak rapped around us. And we knock everything over and haunt Malfoy where ever he goes, so he is cursed!"
"But Harry-" began Hermione, but Harry had already thrown the cloak around us. Hermione slowly lead the way, considering she was smallest. Harry and I stood by each other behind her.
"Ow!" cried Hermione. "You stepped on my foot!"
"Shut up Hermione," I whispered. "Sorry, anyway."
As soon as we set foot in the Slytherin common room, (considering we went right into the wall and into the room with the cloak) Hermione whispered angrily, "I don't think we should be doing this!"
And we weren't supposed to, I thought. But we were well going to risk it.
Dear Diary, (oh sorry, I didn't mean diary, I meant journal!)
I am not Ron-I am Voldemort! Haunting Ron's diary! Hahahahahhah! Let me tell you about my dinky little day. (Did I mention I was a girl so I am used to writing diary?)
Harry and Hermione like dumped me today. Oh my God! I cannot believe it! I mean, they are so totally in love.
You know who I am in love with? I love Hermione! Hahahahahahaha! Clone of me walks into the room! I am like totally freaking out because nobody made a clone of me before-aaghhhhh!
The Real Ron: Freddy and Georgy-who else? How did they know where I put my diary-I mean journal-
The Real Real Ron: Now it's really me. And I do wonder how Fred and George got a hold of my journal! I mean, they must have read it before I hid it.. I guess.
I am not a girl, and this is not a diary. It is a journal!!! Boy am I going to kill Fred and George! And I don't love Hermione. I already sort of have a girlfriend, and she's Pansy Parkinson.
"Harry?" I asked as I saw Harry sitting glumly at the common room. "Whassa matter?"
Harry looked up. He had a glum smile, but when he looked up he blew his head off. (Exaggeration for: he blew up.)
"Why did Malfoy say to Hermione that you said I hated her! Pitiful liar, you are! And I have no sympathy for you! You ruined my life, not to mention love life!" cried Harry. What? I thought. I didn't do that!
"What?" I asked. "I didn't do that!" Harry's face softened a little. Just a little.
"Liar!" he yelled. "You're just denying it!"
'Harry, I know we're in a fight, and I know you love her." Hermione came to the top of the steps.
"Harry, you love who?" she demanded. Harry blushed.
"Ron's just-" began Harry, but I had leapt in speedy quick.
"He loves you, Hermione! Why don't you see it! He blushes around you, he stopped when you said you love him-you two are the perfect couple! And you two actually believe Malfoy!?"
Harry and Hermione's cheeks flushed. "We don't," they said in unison.
"Then why did you blow up on me, Harry?" I saw Harry's ears turn hot pink. Hermione narrowed her eyes to slits.
"Ron Weasley, thank you! Why didn't we see it before?!" Hermione cried, and she threw her arms on me and hugged me. Harry smiled a little.
"Well, it's time for Malfoy to pay then," I heard Harry mumble.
* * * * * *
Next day, Harry, Hermione and I were in great moods. In fact, we even had a plan. A very sinister, but good comeback plan.
"Here's the plan," said Harry. He was the one who figured it out. "We go into the Slytherin house, with my invisibility cloak rapped around us. And we knock everything over and haunt Malfoy where ever he goes, so he is cursed!"
"But Harry-" began Hermione, but Harry had already thrown the cloak around us. Hermione slowly lead the way, considering she was smallest. Harry and I stood by each other behind her.
"Ow!" cried Hermione. "You stepped on my foot!"
"Shut up Hermione," I whispered. "Sorry, anyway."
As soon as we set foot in the Slytherin common room, (considering we went right into the wall and into the room with the cloak) Hermione whispered angrily, "I don't think we should be doing this!"
And we weren't supposed to, I thought. But we were well going to risk it.