Chapter 13 Ron
Dear Journal,
Why did Harry accuse me of loving Hermione? I mean, why would I love her? I like her. but I don't love her!
Besides, where is Harry? I mean, I should apologize to him. I know how much he loves Hermione!
I went outside, ready for my raking job. I grabbed a scarf, even though it was September, because my body felt cold.
"Harry?' I asked. "Hermione?' The sun was hot, and the air was cold. That was how I felt. My lower body was hot, and my head was cold.
Fred and George were the only ones who showed up, besides me.
"Oh gee, Ron," said George. "Why are you wearing a scarf?"
"Oh yeah, you're mind is mentally challenged and you mixed up the seasons-" Fred played along.
"AGAIN!" They both said together, and laughed.
"Let's get this over with," I groaned. I grabbed a rake and raked hard. When it was done, I ran back into Hogwarts.
"Harry, Hermione?"
"Wondering where your friends are?' Malfoy leaned against the wall, and I fell through the floor. "Oops."
"Harry? Hermione?" I asked.
"Ah, Ron," said a voice. It sounded like Dumbledore! "Harry and Hermione are around the corner." Suddenly, the whole room lit up and the place became an alley.
"Wow," I said happily. I turned around, and there was Harry and Hermione!
"Where are we?" Hermione was asking Harry.
"Guys!" I called. "I was looking for you! Where are we?"
"Oh, you must know," a voice said. It wasn't Dumbledore's soothing voice. "It's called Death Alley."
"Who are you?" Harry cried angrily.
"Oh you must must must know!" He pulled off his cloak. Snape!
A/N: even though this chapter is really short, I think I should stop here. Ran out of ideas for this chapter! * * * * *
Dear Journal,
Why did Harry accuse me of loving Hermione? I mean, why would I love her? I like her. but I don't love her!
Besides, where is Harry? I mean, I should apologize to him. I know how much he loves Hermione!
I went outside, ready for my raking job. I grabbed a scarf, even though it was September, because my body felt cold.
"Harry?' I asked. "Hermione?' The sun was hot, and the air was cold. That was how I felt. My lower body was hot, and my head was cold.
Fred and George were the only ones who showed up, besides me.
"Oh gee, Ron," said George. "Why are you wearing a scarf?"
"Oh yeah, you're mind is mentally challenged and you mixed up the seasons-" Fred played along.
"AGAIN!" They both said together, and laughed.
"Let's get this over with," I groaned. I grabbed a rake and raked hard. When it was done, I ran back into Hogwarts.
"Harry, Hermione?"
"Wondering where your friends are?' Malfoy leaned against the wall, and I fell through the floor. "Oops."
"Harry? Hermione?" I asked.
"Ah, Ron," said a voice. It sounded like Dumbledore! "Harry and Hermione are around the corner." Suddenly, the whole room lit up and the place became an alley.
"Wow," I said happily. I turned around, and there was Harry and Hermione!
"Where are we?" Hermione was asking Harry.
"Guys!" I called. "I was looking for you! Where are we?"
"Oh, you must know," a voice said. It wasn't Dumbledore's soothing voice. "It's called Death Alley."
"Who are you?" Harry cried angrily.
"Oh you must must must know!" He pulled off his cloak. Snape!
A/N: even though this chapter is really short, I think I should stop here. Ran out of ideas for this chapter! * * * * *