Hiya! Here is part 6 of my fab fic (or I think it's fab, and judging by the reviews it's not bad!) so without any more stupid chatter- READ!
"How's Ron?" asked Hermione, when Harry and herself were in Gryffindor Common room late one night.
"He's fine." Harry answered, confused.
"Well, you know..."
"What? What do I know?"
"That he slit his wrists?" she answered, wondering why he was doing this. He knew as well as she did what she was talking about.
"What!" he said, shocked. Then, calming down a bit he laughed. "Very funny! You had me going for a minute!"
"That's what you told me!" she said, frustrated. What had got into him? He sounded genuinely shocked when she said it! Confused, she got up and went to bed.
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Ron got into his Potions lesson late, but was pleased to see that Snape was late too. As he flung his bag on the table next to Neville, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It was Malfoy.
"Ron, would you like to sit with me?" he asked. The whole class went silent. Pansy Parkinson quickly moved and sat with Neville, so the only seat left for Ron was, in fact, next to Malfoy. So Ron sat. In walked Snape.
"Ahh, young Weasley finally sat with you then, Malfoy? That's nice!" he said, and the class sat, shocked. Looking at their wide-eyed faces, Snape chuckled. Obviously nobody but Malfoy and himself knew of Weasley's decision to join their master, the most powerful wizard to ever live. Ron blushed furiously, almost reading Snape's mind, his face clashing horribly with his hair.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter!" Snape yelled suddenly.
"Why? What have I done?"
"Don't answer me back boy! Better make it twenty." he snarled, threateningly.
"I don't see why you've got the right to take points off me for nothing! I didn't do a thing!"
"Your presence here is enough. Thirty points."
"But you can't do that!" said Harry, maddened by Snape's annoyingness, and ability to wind him up.
"Silencios!" yelled Snape. Harry opened his mouth to carry on, but found he could not speak a word. Snape had taken away his voice. He mouthed some words he really shouldn't have, and went red when the Slytherins, and Ron, began to laugh at him.
"You can come to me at the end of the lesson, and I will give you your voice back. And don't think I can't lip read- I can tell what you are saying- or trying to say!" Snape said, trying to hide a grin. He'd made a fool out of that good-for-nothing Potter- his greatest aim in life!
Hermione looked at Harry, sadly. Grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill, he scribbled down-
Please look up the counter curse! Try the book on his desk- just get Neville to spill something, so Snape'll have his back to us. Then summon his book, and return it when I can talk!
Hermione nodded, and tapped Lavender on the back, asking her to get Neville. Trying not to let Snape see, Parvati, who was sat with Lavender, got out her wand and whispered something. Suddenly, Neville yelled; "Ow!", and turned around for long enough to see that Harry and Hermione wanted him, before Snape yelled; "Out!"
He didn't need telling twice. Jumping to his feet, and wondering how much trouble he'd be in this time, his elbow knocked a cauldron of Shrinking solution from the lesson before.
Snape yelled even more, though they couldn't tell what. Something along the lines of 'Stupid boy, I wish I never had to teach you, though I can't teach with you around anyway!'
He went redder and redder, and that was nothing compared to Neville. He left the Potions dungeon, and when he and Professor Snape finally returned, he looked as if he was about to cry.
"What did he say?" asked Harry, so Snape could hear him.
"Potter!" Snape yelled, going into one of his rages. "Out!" he shouted, for the second time.
"Gladly! I'm leaving!" said Harry, grinning, and he packed up his bags, and headed for the library.
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Ron felt the scar on his arm begin to throb. Excusing himself from Neville and Harry, he ventured into the third-floor corridor, and got out his wand. Touching the statue of the one-eyed witch, he whispered, "Dissendium." and, shaking, Ron climbed into the small entrance, which led to Honeydukes' cellar. Halfway down the dark passage, he disapparated.
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