Okay, before I start today's installment, a few notes.
1)I feel that the story has outgrown its current title and shall be known as What Do You Say -- Spirits of the Past. It will fit when I get a little further into the story. I'll drop the WDYS soon, most likely after next chapter, so remember the new title.
2)I read what is most likely the best story on FFN tonight. It's called 'Unthinkable Thoughts' by Aidan Lynch. Not only does he have a great name, he is one hell of a writer. I HIGHLY recommend this. I was really in his world. It is a Harry/Draco angst and I could feel every bit of it. It's quite long, but well worth it. Check it out and give him a glowing review.
4)I want to give Ron a big fluffy hug soooooo bad. Poor Ron. I don't know how much more H/R hate *I* can deal with. Probably not much more. (squeezes Ron in a hug)
5)Shimmerwings, I politely demand you write soon. Come on, if I can do it (look at my English grades- sheesh) you can do it.
Well, that's all of this….on with the show. Hey, where'd note 3 go?
Ah hell….too lazy…
Things were odd in the Gryffindor rooms. Most everyone had chosen sides in the situation, except for those most directly involved. The immediate group refused to choose either. Neville, Ginny, Seamus, and Hermione still talked to both Harry and Ron. Most of the rest had taken Harry's side, Aidan and the Creeveys included, although that was the last thing Harry wanted.
Classes started the next day, and as they had for the last four years, they had Potions with the Slytherins. It was as if the teachers enjoyed tormenting them this way. Over breakfast and the buzz of the schedules it seemed that last night's events had been forgotten, or at least placed on the back burner for the time being.
Professor Binns was still as boring as he was dead (quite). Herbology was at least remotely interesting. Divination was odd. Care for Magical Creatures, well, always interesting. Transfiguration was shaping up to be even more difficult than last year. And Potions was just as horrible as before.
Three days had passed already in the new term. The Gryffindor common room was like a town around an active volcano. Any slight action could set the two of them off. On the fourth day, things got a bit more interesting, if that's possible.
Harry, Seamus, Neville, and Hermione were walking up from lunch when they heard raised voices coming from near the Potions room. The voices sounded as if there would be a fight in the immediate future. They picked up their pace and overheard the end of the conversation.
"It's obvious, Weasley, that he hates you. In fact, everyone hates you, except that Mudblood and she doesn't count. So, why don't you do everyone a favor and turn in your second-hand wand and hitch-hike back to whatever dank cave your family calls home." Malfoy. That snotty drawl is unmistakable.
"They might hate me. They probably do. In fact, they have every right to. But, they are my friends, especially Harry, and you will NOT talk about them like that anymore." That was definitely Ron. Ron was defending Harry? Huh?
"What are you going to do, Weasel?" he glanced at his two goons "go ahead. Do it."
Ron looked at Crabbe and Goyle and then happened to see Snape coming up the hallway. "You just got lucky, Malfoy. But after class, I *will* pull your card. I'll pull theirs, too," he said, gesturing at the two oafs. "Outside."
The group broke up and entered the classroom. Harry was too confused trying to figure out what was going on to concentrate on Snape, so ten points from Gryffindor. Ron was glowering at Malfoy. Ten points from Gryffindor. Malfoy gave Ron the middle finger. Ron returned it. Ten points from Gryffindor. Time seemed to have first slowed to a crawl and then spun backwards. By the time class was over, Gryffindor had lost sixty points and Slytherin had gained thirty.
The Gryffindors headed out with Ron in a united front to get ready for the coming dust-up, but not surprising, the Slytherin never showed up. After a round of grumbling, the group broke up and went their separate ways, the temporary alliance gone. Ron walked off to the lake while the others debated the earlier events.
"So what was up with him earlier?" Seamus asked.
"Maybe that was his odd way of saying he's sorry to you, Harry," Neville put in.
"If it was, he needs to try again. I wouldn't mind seeing Malfoy beaten some more, but I need to hear the words 'I'm sorry' come out of his mouth." Harry said.
"Well, Harry, do you want to come with us to the kitchen for a snack or two?" Seamus asked.
"Thanks, but no. Colin is getting out of Transfiguration about now and I told him we'd go see Hagrid." Harry pondered something for a few seconds and added "Actually, would you mind bringing back a few goodies, since Hagrid's are usually, well, more building material than edible?"
"Not at all, mate. We'll save you a few pasties," Seamus was laughing hard. Everyone in Gryffindor knew to avoid Hagrid's treats. Harry had tried to share over the years with nearly everyone. There were still a few of his treats in Gryffindor's tower - as doorstops and paperweights and the like. Harry headed to McGonagall's room while the others went to the kitchens.
Ron had gone out to the lake and was circling it, heading for his favorite spot. He came on a pile of rocks and bushes and sat on the rocks. He began tossing rocks across the lake. He had spent many a free hour here. Most of his free hours, actually. He had started spiraling further into depression, but out here, it lifted a bit. He came out here to think and try to regain himself
Ron looked up at the sky and asked whatever gods might have been listening, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" The gods must not have been happy about being interrupted, for as an answer, Harry and Colin walked from the castle onto the grounds. He felt an instant wave of hate and his eyes shone with the familiar green flash. His blood pressure rose. Ron fought it. He fought it with every ounce of strength he had. His pulse dropped, he regained control of himself. He felt like you do when a fever finally breaks. He smiled for the first time in days and said to the sky "I won. I won, didn't I?"
As he was congratulating himself, he was struck with a bolt of pure agony. It was like a cobble stone had been placed in his head and was being turned roughly. He doubled over and blissfully passed out into the bushes.
Back in the common room, Hermione, Seamus, and Neville were just sitting down to crack open Professor Binns reading assignment.
"Oh, this is bloody foolish. Who cares about what happened here so long ago?" Seamus moaned, very unhappy about the number of pages in his future.
"Seamus, the events that happened here all those years ago are the reason that Hogwarts was built here."
"Yeah, so? It happened, good. So what?"
"Seamus, have you ever heard the expression 'those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it'?"
"Aye, I have, but have you heard this one? 'Those who read boring books are doomed to become boring people'?" Neville giggled at that and tried to avoid Hermione's withering gaze.
"Sorry, Hermione, just kidding. In your learned opinion, what makes all this so terribly interesting, anyway?"
"Oh no, Seamus Finnegan, I've fallen for that little trick often enough with Harry and Ron. Read the chapter. I'll tell you nothing."
"'Twas a good try, eh mate?" he said to Neville who once again had to cover his mouth. He settled down and opened the book. He closed it less than two minutes later.
"Seamus, where are you going?" Hermione chided.
"I have a four thirty Exploding Snap appointment."
"An appointment? With who?"
"With, um," he glance around the room and saw Harry and Colin enter. "With Harry. Ah, just in time for our four thirty appointment, Harry."
Harry was quite confused. He saw the look of reproach in Hermione's eyes and the look of mischief in Seamus'. "Oh, I'd almost forgot, come on Colin, we have an appointment." The three walked up into the dorms.
Neville gave up trying to study a minute later and got up also.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"My appointment is at four forty and I'd like to get there at least a few minutes early." His ears were redder than radishes as he scampered up the steps.
"Boys. Huff." Hermione said as she turned back to her book. Most of what Professor Binns had assigned she already knew from her multiple readings of Hogwarts, A History. As she progressed further in the chapter, she found many things that the other book had glossed over. Tribal shamans wielding powerful ancient sorcery, gruesome rituals, great betrayals, and a terrible sacrifice here and there. These events and others had made the lands Hogwarts stood on as magic as it was. She bit the end of her quill and began the taking of copious notes.
She had been sitting oblivious to the rest of the world for almost two hours. She might have gone longer had it not been for the loud arrival of the Exploding Snap Appointment Club (as it soon became known). It's dozen or so members came into the common room and stopped at her chair.
"Hey, Hermione, it's dinner time. Hermione? Hello, are you in there?"
She looked up and was startled to see them. "Sorry. I was reading about a great sorcerer from long ago. He was killed here and-"
"Hungry. We hungry. No talky now. Food first. Come." Harry was trying to be funny and everyone but her agreed that he was.
"Fine. Let's go." She scanned the group for Ron but didn't see him. She was fairly sure that he'd not come in. They piled out of the room and Hermione stopped thinking of him when Dennis told a rather dirty joke that even made Seamus blush…
When Ron finally came around nearly three hours later, he felt worse than he ever thought possible. His whole body ached like he'd been thrown down a flight of steps repeatedly. He staggered to his feet and eventually made it back to the castle and then to the tower. "Ricta Dianno" he told the portrait and it swung open. The common room was empty. Glancing at the grandfather clock, he vaguely recognized it was dinner time. He crawled up the steps and collapsed on his bed. He was out like the proverbial light. He stayed that way until the next morning.
He was brought from his dreamless sleep by a hand shaking his shoulder. A voice he dimly recognized as Neville's was calling to him. "Get up, Ron, breakfast's in a few minutes."
He finally got one eye open and that was a battle. The other grudgingly opened also. He no longer ached like yesterday, but his mind hurt today. He gazed around the room. Harry and Seamus were just leaving. All the colors looked wrong. They seemed flat. he saw the sunrise from the window and instead of the typical fuzzy because-its-pretty feeling he got from it, it just looked dull and distant. It was like looking at a 40 watt light bulb in the middle of a Quiddich stadium from the farthest corner. Dull.
Ron finally got both feet on the ground and plodded for the showers. He stood under the hot water forever, trying to get the chill from his bones. A full forty minutes passed and he was still chilled. A voice called from the doorway. "Ron, are you still in here?" It was Neville. "Ron, you've already missed breakfast and class is in ten minutes."
"Okay." Ron shut off the water and after wrapping a towel around himself, stepped from the immense steam cloud.
Neville took a step back when he saw Ron. His eyes looked absolutely empty. He just looked, well, dead? That doesn't quite fit, but it was the first thing Neville thought of. "Are you okay, Ron? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Just real tired. I guess that it's a good thing I'm not hungry, huh?"
He walked past Neville and back into the dorms. Neville shuddered as he passed him. It felt like he was thinking through a big puddle of mud. The simplest actions required immense effort and thought. (--Author's Note1-to best describe Ron's feelings now, think manic-depression. Way down. Absolute zero down. If you know what I'm talking about, you already know. If you don't, good for you. It sucks. --Author's Note2- hey, guess when I write angst-y fics and when I write happy ones!?! Anyone? Back at the ranch…) Ron somehow made it through the day, even though every step and thought made him want to alternately cry and pummel something. Even Malfoy, the soul-less creature he was, backed off Ron in Potions. Nothing he could do could make Ron feel any worse and he knew it.
The next day started off a carbon copy of the first. He barely made breakfast, though. Hermione was getting worried. Mail came and Hermione temporarily forgot her worries over Ron. She received a letter from St. Mungo's. She tore it open and found that her parents had shown 'limited improvement' in the last month. Nothing huge, but something. She was all teary eyed and looked at Neville and showed him the letter. He hugged her.
Harry also received a package that morning. As he was sitting with Colin and Dennis and Aidan, he didn't know that Hermione had gotten her letter. A giant bird, splendid beyond description flew in the room and at Harry. "Is that, an eagle?" Aidan asked as he shrunk back a bit from the bird into Harry's side.
"I think so, it looks like one." The bird gracefully flew to him and dropped a small package in Harry's hands. He quickly opened it and pulled out a strange necklace and a piece of paper.
"What is it, Harry?" Dennis and Colin were about to wet themselves they were so intrigued.
"It's um, a necklace." he showed them. It was a black stone about the size of a quarter with roughly set orange inlays in it. It looked like some sort of stylized bird, sort of feathery. "Ooh, it feels warm, and, *old*" he said.
Aidan had picked up the parchment and read it aloud to the small group. "I fear you will need this. Remember, Power is oft Loveless, but Love is all Powerful. The power to take life is always coupled with the power to give life." he looked puzzled. Glancing at Harry, he asked "What does all that mean. And who sent it to you?"
"I don't know either answer, Aidan. It is quite strange though. Feel it."
The group felt it, and they all agreed on both the warmth and the *old* feeling. "That's bloody weird, Harry." Dennis said "but is mighty cool looking." Harry put it on and finished his oatmeal. Colin just looked in awe, as normal. Once he was finished he stuck the parchment in his robes and told the younger years goodbye. "See you all at lunch."
The day comes and goes. Ron feels completely miserable and has increasingly depressive thoughts. He tried to talk to Hermione after their last class, but she couldn't really help. "I'm really worried Ron. You just look bad."
"I feel worse trust me. I just wish the hurt would stop."
"Come on, we're going to go to the infirmary. You need help."
"No, she'll just give me something to make me sleep and that is the last thing I want. I'll just go for a walk and clear my head." Ron left and started walking the grounds.
"Oh, Ron. I wish I could help you." She picked her History of Magic book back up and started reading more about Curralaigh, another ancient wizard from the area.
So how long until Hermione figures everything out like she ALWAYS does? Maybe she doesn't. who knows. See you soon.
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1)I feel that the story has outgrown its current title and shall be known as What Do You Say -- Spirits of the Past. It will fit when I get a little further into the story. I'll drop the WDYS soon, most likely after next chapter, so remember the new title.
2)I read what is most likely the best story on FFN tonight. It's called 'Unthinkable Thoughts' by Aidan Lynch. Not only does he have a great name, he is one hell of a writer. I HIGHLY recommend this. I was really in his world. It is a Harry/Draco angst and I could feel every bit of it. It's quite long, but well worth it. Check it out and give him a glowing review.
4)I want to give Ron a big fluffy hug soooooo bad. Poor Ron. I don't know how much more H/R hate *I* can deal with. Probably not much more. (squeezes Ron in a hug)
5)Shimmerwings, I politely demand you write soon. Come on, if I can do it (look at my English grades- sheesh) you can do it.
Well, that's all of this….on with the show. Hey, where'd note 3 go?
Ah hell….too lazy…
Things were odd in the Gryffindor rooms. Most everyone had chosen sides in the situation, except for those most directly involved. The immediate group refused to choose either. Neville, Ginny, Seamus, and Hermione still talked to both Harry and Ron. Most of the rest had taken Harry's side, Aidan and the Creeveys included, although that was the last thing Harry wanted.
Classes started the next day, and as they had for the last four years, they had Potions with the Slytherins. It was as if the teachers enjoyed tormenting them this way. Over breakfast and the buzz of the schedules it seemed that last night's events had been forgotten, or at least placed on the back burner for the time being.
Professor Binns was still as boring as he was dead (quite). Herbology was at least remotely interesting. Divination was odd. Care for Magical Creatures, well, always interesting. Transfiguration was shaping up to be even more difficult than last year. And Potions was just as horrible as before.
Three days had passed already in the new term. The Gryffindor common room was like a town around an active volcano. Any slight action could set the two of them off. On the fourth day, things got a bit more interesting, if that's possible.
Harry, Seamus, Neville, and Hermione were walking up from lunch when they heard raised voices coming from near the Potions room. The voices sounded as if there would be a fight in the immediate future. They picked up their pace and overheard the end of the conversation.
"It's obvious, Weasley, that he hates you. In fact, everyone hates you, except that Mudblood and she doesn't count. So, why don't you do everyone a favor and turn in your second-hand wand and hitch-hike back to whatever dank cave your family calls home." Malfoy. That snotty drawl is unmistakable.
"They might hate me. They probably do. In fact, they have every right to. But, they are my friends, especially Harry, and you will NOT talk about them like that anymore." That was definitely Ron. Ron was defending Harry? Huh?
"What are you going to do, Weasel?" he glanced at his two goons "go ahead. Do it."
Ron looked at Crabbe and Goyle and then happened to see Snape coming up the hallway. "You just got lucky, Malfoy. But after class, I *will* pull your card. I'll pull theirs, too," he said, gesturing at the two oafs. "Outside."
The group broke up and entered the classroom. Harry was too confused trying to figure out what was going on to concentrate on Snape, so ten points from Gryffindor. Ron was glowering at Malfoy. Ten points from Gryffindor. Malfoy gave Ron the middle finger. Ron returned it. Ten points from Gryffindor. Time seemed to have first slowed to a crawl and then spun backwards. By the time class was over, Gryffindor had lost sixty points and Slytherin had gained thirty.
The Gryffindors headed out with Ron in a united front to get ready for the coming dust-up, but not surprising, the Slytherin never showed up. After a round of grumbling, the group broke up and went their separate ways, the temporary alliance gone. Ron walked off to the lake while the others debated the earlier events.
"So what was up with him earlier?" Seamus asked.
"Maybe that was his odd way of saying he's sorry to you, Harry," Neville put in.
"If it was, he needs to try again. I wouldn't mind seeing Malfoy beaten some more, but I need to hear the words 'I'm sorry' come out of his mouth." Harry said.
"Well, Harry, do you want to come with us to the kitchen for a snack or two?" Seamus asked.
"Thanks, but no. Colin is getting out of Transfiguration about now and I told him we'd go see Hagrid." Harry pondered something for a few seconds and added "Actually, would you mind bringing back a few goodies, since Hagrid's are usually, well, more building material than edible?"
"Not at all, mate. We'll save you a few pasties," Seamus was laughing hard. Everyone in Gryffindor knew to avoid Hagrid's treats. Harry had tried to share over the years with nearly everyone. There were still a few of his treats in Gryffindor's tower - as doorstops and paperweights and the like. Harry headed to McGonagall's room while the others went to the kitchens.
Ron had gone out to the lake and was circling it, heading for his favorite spot. He came on a pile of rocks and bushes and sat on the rocks. He began tossing rocks across the lake. He had spent many a free hour here. Most of his free hours, actually. He had started spiraling further into depression, but out here, it lifted a bit. He came out here to think and try to regain himself
Ron looked up at the sky and asked whatever gods might have been listening, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" The gods must not have been happy about being interrupted, for as an answer, Harry and Colin walked from the castle onto the grounds. He felt an instant wave of hate and his eyes shone with the familiar green flash. His blood pressure rose. Ron fought it. He fought it with every ounce of strength he had. His pulse dropped, he regained control of himself. He felt like you do when a fever finally breaks. He smiled for the first time in days and said to the sky "I won. I won, didn't I?"
As he was congratulating himself, he was struck with a bolt of pure agony. It was like a cobble stone had been placed in his head and was being turned roughly. He doubled over and blissfully passed out into the bushes.
Back in the common room, Hermione, Seamus, and Neville were just sitting down to crack open Professor Binns reading assignment.
"Oh, this is bloody foolish. Who cares about what happened here so long ago?" Seamus moaned, very unhappy about the number of pages in his future.
"Seamus, the events that happened here all those years ago are the reason that Hogwarts was built here."
"Yeah, so? It happened, good. So what?"
"Seamus, have you ever heard the expression 'those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it'?"
"Aye, I have, but have you heard this one? 'Those who read boring books are doomed to become boring people'?" Neville giggled at that and tried to avoid Hermione's withering gaze.
"Sorry, Hermione, just kidding. In your learned opinion, what makes all this so terribly interesting, anyway?"
"Oh no, Seamus Finnegan, I've fallen for that little trick often enough with Harry and Ron. Read the chapter. I'll tell you nothing."
"'Twas a good try, eh mate?" he said to Neville who once again had to cover his mouth. He settled down and opened the book. He closed it less than two minutes later.
"Seamus, where are you going?" Hermione chided.
"I have a four thirty Exploding Snap appointment."
"An appointment? With who?"
"With, um," he glance around the room and saw Harry and Colin enter. "With Harry. Ah, just in time for our four thirty appointment, Harry."
Harry was quite confused. He saw the look of reproach in Hermione's eyes and the look of mischief in Seamus'. "Oh, I'd almost forgot, come on Colin, we have an appointment." The three walked up into the dorms.
Neville gave up trying to study a minute later and got up also.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"My appointment is at four forty and I'd like to get there at least a few minutes early." His ears were redder than radishes as he scampered up the steps.
"Boys. Huff." Hermione said as she turned back to her book. Most of what Professor Binns had assigned she already knew from her multiple readings of Hogwarts, A History. As she progressed further in the chapter, she found many things that the other book had glossed over. Tribal shamans wielding powerful ancient sorcery, gruesome rituals, great betrayals, and a terrible sacrifice here and there. These events and others had made the lands Hogwarts stood on as magic as it was. She bit the end of her quill and began the taking of copious notes.
She had been sitting oblivious to the rest of the world for almost two hours. She might have gone longer had it not been for the loud arrival of the Exploding Snap Appointment Club (as it soon became known). It's dozen or so members came into the common room and stopped at her chair.
"Hey, Hermione, it's dinner time. Hermione? Hello, are you in there?"
She looked up and was startled to see them. "Sorry. I was reading about a great sorcerer from long ago. He was killed here and-"
"Hungry. We hungry. No talky now. Food first. Come." Harry was trying to be funny and everyone but her agreed that he was.
"Fine. Let's go." She scanned the group for Ron but didn't see him. She was fairly sure that he'd not come in. They piled out of the room and Hermione stopped thinking of him when Dennis told a rather dirty joke that even made Seamus blush…
When Ron finally came around nearly three hours later, he felt worse than he ever thought possible. His whole body ached like he'd been thrown down a flight of steps repeatedly. He staggered to his feet and eventually made it back to the castle and then to the tower. "Ricta Dianno" he told the portrait and it swung open. The common room was empty. Glancing at the grandfather clock, he vaguely recognized it was dinner time. He crawled up the steps and collapsed on his bed. He was out like the proverbial light. He stayed that way until the next morning.
He was brought from his dreamless sleep by a hand shaking his shoulder. A voice he dimly recognized as Neville's was calling to him. "Get up, Ron, breakfast's in a few minutes."
He finally got one eye open and that was a battle. The other grudgingly opened also. He no longer ached like yesterday, but his mind hurt today. He gazed around the room. Harry and Seamus were just leaving. All the colors looked wrong. They seemed flat. he saw the sunrise from the window and instead of the typical fuzzy because-its-pretty feeling he got from it, it just looked dull and distant. It was like looking at a 40 watt light bulb in the middle of a Quiddich stadium from the farthest corner. Dull.
Ron finally got both feet on the ground and plodded for the showers. He stood under the hot water forever, trying to get the chill from his bones. A full forty minutes passed and he was still chilled. A voice called from the doorway. "Ron, are you still in here?" It was Neville. "Ron, you've already missed breakfast and class is in ten minutes."
"Okay." Ron shut off the water and after wrapping a towel around himself, stepped from the immense steam cloud.
Neville took a step back when he saw Ron. His eyes looked absolutely empty. He just looked, well, dead? That doesn't quite fit, but it was the first thing Neville thought of. "Are you okay, Ron? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Just real tired. I guess that it's a good thing I'm not hungry, huh?"
He walked past Neville and back into the dorms. Neville shuddered as he passed him. It felt like he was thinking through a big puddle of mud. The simplest actions required immense effort and thought. (--Author's Note1-to best describe Ron's feelings now, think manic-depression. Way down. Absolute zero down. If you know what I'm talking about, you already know. If you don't, good for you. It sucks. --Author's Note2- hey, guess when I write angst-y fics and when I write happy ones!?! Anyone? Back at the ranch…) Ron somehow made it through the day, even though every step and thought made him want to alternately cry and pummel something. Even Malfoy, the soul-less creature he was, backed off Ron in Potions. Nothing he could do could make Ron feel any worse and he knew it.
The next day started off a carbon copy of the first. He barely made breakfast, though. Hermione was getting worried. Mail came and Hermione temporarily forgot her worries over Ron. She received a letter from St. Mungo's. She tore it open and found that her parents had shown 'limited improvement' in the last month. Nothing huge, but something. She was all teary eyed and looked at Neville and showed him the letter. He hugged her.
Harry also received a package that morning. As he was sitting with Colin and Dennis and Aidan, he didn't know that Hermione had gotten her letter. A giant bird, splendid beyond description flew in the room and at Harry. "Is that, an eagle?" Aidan asked as he shrunk back a bit from the bird into Harry's side.
"I think so, it looks like one." The bird gracefully flew to him and dropped a small package in Harry's hands. He quickly opened it and pulled out a strange necklace and a piece of paper.
"What is it, Harry?" Dennis and Colin were about to wet themselves they were so intrigued.
"It's um, a necklace." he showed them. It was a black stone about the size of a quarter with roughly set orange inlays in it. It looked like some sort of stylized bird, sort of feathery. "Ooh, it feels warm, and, *old*" he said.
Aidan had picked up the parchment and read it aloud to the small group. "I fear you will need this. Remember, Power is oft Loveless, but Love is all Powerful. The power to take life is always coupled with the power to give life." he looked puzzled. Glancing at Harry, he asked "What does all that mean. And who sent it to you?"
"I don't know either answer, Aidan. It is quite strange though. Feel it."
The group felt it, and they all agreed on both the warmth and the *old* feeling. "That's bloody weird, Harry." Dennis said "but is mighty cool looking." Harry put it on and finished his oatmeal. Colin just looked in awe, as normal. Once he was finished he stuck the parchment in his robes and told the younger years goodbye. "See you all at lunch."
The day comes and goes. Ron feels completely miserable and has increasingly depressive thoughts. He tried to talk to Hermione after their last class, but she couldn't really help. "I'm really worried Ron. You just look bad."
"I feel worse trust me. I just wish the hurt would stop."
"Come on, we're going to go to the infirmary. You need help."
"No, she'll just give me something to make me sleep and that is the last thing I want. I'll just go for a walk and clear my head." Ron left and started walking the grounds.
"Oh, Ron. I wish I could help you." She picked her History of Magic book back up and started reading more about Curralaigh, another ancient wizard from the area.
So how long until Hermione figures everything out like she ALWAYS does? Maybe she doesn't. who knows. See you soon.
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