Hi all its me. I'm sooo sorry it has taken me sooo long to post this. I went
to Minnisota (for all you people who dont live in the U.S. thats a state up
north), for Christmas and New Years and so i couldn't post anything.
So without any ado here's the story.... and the disclaimer.

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Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I own nothing.

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Several days later Ron was laying in his four-poster. The
clock, that he and Harry had charmed earlier that year to run
on magic, was barely visible through a crack between his bed's
drapes.

"Am I ever going to get to sleep?," complained Ron, pulling his
pillow over his head.

After what seemed like hours Ron looked back at the clock.

"Only 2:15!?!?," he said as he sliped out bed and tipptoed
over to Harry's trunk.

"He won't mind," he ensured himself as he cracked it open and
pulled out Harry's invisibility cloak.

He slid it on and crept out the door. He made his way to the
main hallway and started aimlessly wandering down dark corridors.

He was just turning around to go back to bed when he
heard a loud crash and then the sound of wood splintering.....


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Thank you for reading this and I hope I get the next chapter out soon.

Oh, and to anyone who wants to know, this will NOT be *slash*. It is
agianst my religion and no offence to anyone but I find that it degrates the
Harry Potter Book series,

Thank you agian,

Kate