Ok! My first fic was really bad this one is WAY better. I was really mad when I was writing the other one and really had no clue what I was doing so trust me. This one is better.
note: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
It's quiet.
Ron was staring down at the white tiled floor thinking about what had happened to him these last few years. Too many adventures to remember in day were all still fresh in his mind.
He looked around the room. There was a large oak desk at one end, covered in papers and notes. Along the walls ran counters and cabinets, all filled with potions and instruments. Then to his left was a large white curtain that he could not bring himself to pass. He knew that behind that curtain laid Hermione and Harry's bodies. Hermione had fainted when she heard the news about Harry and could not be woken from her stupor. Harry was asleep.
The past year was becoming more and more clearer and Ron was becoming more and more drowsy. He fell asleep on the soft chair he had been sitting on.
"Poor guy. His best friend is in a coma and his girlfriend is just the same. I think I'll give him a potion to put him in a much needed, deep sleep. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will wake within minutes." Madam Pomfrey lifted Ron with her wand and moved him to the stretcher next to Hermione. She forced him to drink the elixir and went to bed herself.
It was well past midnight and the full moon was shining on Harry's unresponsive face. "Don't give up now!" Something whispered out from the dark unnoticed since all people in the room were asleep.
"Harry! Get down here this instant!"
" I'm up. I'm up. Wait a minute. I'm not Harry! I must be dreaming or Fred and George are playing another one of their funny jokes."
Harry's body reached for the handle and opened the door to his room.
"I get it now! I'm watching Harry's life starting at the beginning of this school year. Well this could take a while so I might as well get comfortable."
Harry went down stairs to see a pile of dishes for him to wash. "Yay! More dishes to wash. I'd think that Aunt Petunia would think of some new way to keep me away from magic. Obviously this hasn't worked out that well."
"Whoa! He never even moved his lips. Wait a minute. He's not talking, he's thinking. I can hear people's thoughts! Awesome!"
"Get to work because you are leaving tomorrow for that rudy school of yours. So if you expect us to bring you then you better get working!" "Ha! He won't finish the work we arranged for him so he'll never get to that station."
"Gee! This is like that Cinderella story Mum used to tell me. Hey Harry! Harry!" Ron was jumping up and down if front of Harry trying to get his attention. "Hey! That's not fair! You're telling me I can't even talk to anybody. Well, let's try and do some pranks on those evil Dursleys."
Ron tried lifting a pencil from the table. "Hey! What gives! I can't move anything either!"
"Nope."
"Well why not? Hey I thought I couldn't talk to anyone." Ron turned around to see Hermione and Professor Dumbeldore.
"Hello Ron." Hermione gave Ron a big smile and ran over to him to give him a hug. "I missed you so much when I was unconscious."
"Now Ron and Hermione, I need you to watch Harry's year here in the hisonaria. The hisonaria is an alternate dimension in which wizards are able to watch history. The reason I sent you in here was to see who was the spy was. Ron you already have learned many of the features in hisonaria. You cannot move anything or talk to anyone while in hisonaria. You can hear people's thoughts and fast-forward through parts of the history. No one else will be able to enter hisonaria as long as you have this amulet." Dumbeldore handed them a spider amulet encrusted with amber. "Now. I must go. You will return to your bodies and wake up from your sleeps when you twist the head of the spider. I must go now. Do not stay longer than when Harry is put on his stretcher. Good bye."
"Professor, I…" It was too late. He had disappeared.
note: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
It's quiet.
Ron was staring down at the white tiled floor thinking about what had happened to him these last few years. Too many adventures to remember in day were all still fresh in his mind.
He looked around the room. There was a large oak desk at one end, covered in papers and notes. Along the walls ran counters and cabinets, all filled with potions and instruments. Then to his left was a large white curtain that he could not bring himself to pass. He knew that behind that curtain laid Hermione and Harry's bodies. Hermione had fainted when she heard the news about Harry and could not be woken from her stupor. Harry was asleep.
The past year was becoming more and more clearer and Ron was becoming more and more drowsy. He fell asleep on the soft chair he had been sitting on.
"Poor guy. His best friend is in a coma and his girlfriend is just the same. I think I'll give him a potion to put him in a much needed, deep sleep. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will wake within minutes." Madam Pomfrey lifted Ron with her wand and moved him to the stretcher next to Hermione. She forced him to drink the elixir and went to bed herself.
It was well past midnight and the full moon was shining on Harry's unresponsive face. "Don't give up now!" Something whispered out from the dark unnoticed since all people in the room were asleep.
"Harry! Get down here this instant!"
" I'm up. I'm up. Wait a minute. I'm not Harry! I must be dreaming or Fred and George are playing another one of their funny jokes."
Harry's body reached for the handle and opened the door to his room.
"I get it now! I'm watching Harry's life starting at the beginning of this school year. Well this could take a while so I might as well get comfortable."
Harry went down stairs to see a pile of dishes for him to wash. "Yay! More dishes to wash. I'd think that Aunt Petunia would think of some new way to keep me away from magic. Obviously this hasn't worked out that well."
"Whoa! He never even moved his lips. Wait a minute. He's not talking, he's thinking. I can hear people's thoughts! Awesome!"
"Get to work because you are leaving tomorrow for that rudy school of yours. So if you expect us to bring you then you better get working!" "Ha! He won't finish the work we arranged for him so he'll never get to that station."
"Gee! This is like that Cinderella story Mum used to tell me. Hey Harry! Harry!" Ron was jumping up and down if front of Harry trying to get his attention. "Hey! That's not fair! You're telling me I can't even talk to anybody. Well, let's try and do some pranks on those evil Dursleys."
Ron tried lifting a pencil from the table. "Hey! What gives! I can't move anything either!"
"Nope."
"Well why not? Hey I thought I couldn't talk to anyone." Ron turned around to see Hermione and Professor Dumbeldore.
"Hello Ron." Hermione gave Ron a big smile and ran over to him to give him a hug. "I missed you so much when I was unconscious."
"Now Ron and Hermione, I need you to watch Harry's year here in the hisonaria. The hisonaria is an alternate dimension in which wizards are able to watch history. The reason I sent you in here was to see who was the spy was. Ron you already have learned many of the features in hisonaria. You cannot move anything or talk to anyone while in hisonaria. You can hear people's thoughts and fast-forward through parts of the history. No one else will be able to enter hisonaria as long as you have this amulet." Dumbeldore handed them a spider amulet encrusted with amber. "Now. I must go. You will return to your bodies and wake up from your sleeps when you twist the head of the spider. I must go now. Do not stay longer than when Harry is put on his stretcher. Good bye."
"Professor, I…" It was too late. He had disappeared.
