Ron Part 4: The Event

A/N: EVERYTHING belongs to J. K. Rowling, and will someone PLEASE tell me how to make disclaimers funny, because I never seem to be able to.

It was a bright, beautiful day. The air smelled of sun-baked grass and the blue, cloudless sky broke apart only to make way for the sun that cast rays downward to tickle the trees gently. Harry and I sat watching the giant squid in the lake peacefully while Hermione studied under the cool shade of a tree nearby. Hagrid strolled around leading Fang on a leash. It seemed the whole of Hogwarts was outside enjoying the beautiful day. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were rocketing paint bombs at Parvati and Lavender, who ran off screaming to tell Professor McGonagall who was talking to Dumbledore happily in the doorway leading to the Great Hall. I had finally managed to push the thought of Potions all the next morning out of my mind. Ginny was walking towards us.
"Hi," she greeted us, sitting down next to Harry. "What's up?"
"Not a lot. Nice day," Harry commented.
"Yes. So... have you heard from Sirius lately?"
While Harry and Ginny talked, I waved Dean over.
"Hello. Where's Seamus?"
"Looking for Harry. Hey, Harry!"
Harry turned around and grinned. "Hi, Dean."
"Seamus and I were looking for you. You told us to meet you on the Quidditch field at three today. Remember, yesterday? It's 3:15 already."
Harry's face fell. "Oh... yeah, I remember. I have to go, Ginny. Bye, Ron."
After Harry and Dean had left, Professor McGonagall strode over to Ginny and I.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to you in his office, Mr. Weasley," she informed me sharply.
"Yes, Professor." I followed her away and into the castle.
We walked up a flight of stairs, down a corridor, up another stairway, through a winding passageway, and stopped at a statue where she exclaimed "Sesame seeds!" (Obviously Dumbledore had heard the Muggle saying "Open sesame" and gotten mixed up.) We marched up a moving staircase (which I had heard Harry call an escalator) and into a room which I was sure must be Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore stood up when I walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley. How are you today? Well, enough chit-chat. You're probably wondering why I asked you to have a word- or rather- a few words with me."
Not knowing whether or not it was meant as a question, I looked him in the eyes and waited.
"Well, there is something about to take place that I need your help with. I know that you can, so *will* you?"
"If you're sure I can..."
"Excellent! Now, the Hogwarts schedule has gotten a little crazy lately, and it hasn't been much fun... lots of studying, not much relaxing... we're arranging a bit of a fun day. Just to get everyone's spirits up."
"Oh, that sounds like fun!" I replied, not really sure whether or not I meant it.
"Glad you think so. Anyway, the heads of each house are to pick a student to help them."
"Er- I'm kind of wondering what this has to do with me, sir. I mean... I'm not exactly Professor McGonogall's favorite student."
"Oh, no. Those students will be speaking to the heads of the houses themselves. You see, I was about to say that I am picking a student as well, to help me with the major things. I picked you."
He said this so casually that for a moment I could only gape at him. "Uh... well... but, Harry..."
"Well, I've never had a favorite student, and I never will. Only a few jealous Slytherins believe Harry to be my favorite student. No, Harry is not my favorite student, because I don't have one. And no, you aren't either, and for the same reason. Part of my reason for picking you is BECAUSE Harry is so popular, and I watch you get pushed to the side, day after day, and put up with it. Another part is because I believe you to be the sort of person who likes this sort of thing... You know, relaxation, games, you know..."
I nodded, a little too slowly, and he continued.
"So... would you like to help?"
Feeling a million questions thunder into my head, I could only reply, "Okay."
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As the week wore on, Harry asked me all sorts of questions that I couldn't answer. After a while, Hermione, who had been chosen from Gryffindor even began to start asking me the things she didn't know. I spent all my free time helping Dumbledore make decisions. Some that didn't matter a lot such as "Should Hagrid pick a unicorn that has a single gold hair, or all gold hair?" But, also more important questions which were often the ones that Harry and Hermione prodded me about. It was a very busy time, full of decisions, discussions, building, preparing, and LOADS of changing stuff around at the last possible moment. But, finally, Saturday came, and the Great Hall was abuzz at breakfast. After the last fork had been put down, the last "Please pass the syrup" said, Dumbledore rose, and said:
"Well, I'm sure you've all been looking forward to this. Would the Hufflepuffs please file out? Thank you. Followed by Slytherin? And Gryffindor? Don't worry about that, Mr. Longbottom, there are other syrup pitchers. Yes, Ravenclaw, you may follow. That's it, everyone out with Professor Flitwick. Yes, everyone. Thank you. Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Boot, and Miss Abbot. Please follow Professor Snape outside."
After he had finished all this, I followed Snape out along with Hermione, Draco, and Terry, and Hannah. It was a nice day. Snape ordered us to separate the students into groups. ("Miss Abbot... 1st years, if you please. Mr. Boot... 2nd years and 3rd years... Mr. Malfoy... 4th and 5th... and Miss Granger 6th and 7th if you please. Mr. Weasley, you are to go directly to Hagrid's hut to help him set up.") I got to help Hagrid with best part of the whole day! I grinned and rushed over to the hut.
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"'Ello, Ron. Thanks fer comin' ter help me set up!"
I grinned. "Well, I-"
"I know, I know. It's the best part o' the day. Everyone's sayin' so," Hagrid finished, beaming.
Obviously he was enjoying the praise he had never gotten.
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A/N: Sorry I couldn't finish this chapter. I still have work to do on Mr. J and What Lies Behind the Secret's Wall. Plus, I'd like to write one of my normal humor fics I haven't written in a while. And, I have an busy schedule today aside from writing (although writing is the best). And all those things come before this, first of all because I have only worked on this for a long time, and secondly because all the other stuff is humor. And, if you've read at least THREE of my fics, you know that with me, humor prevails. Thank you for your patience, and I hope YOU DIDN'T FLAME ME FOR THIS BEING INCOMPLETE UNTIL YOU READ THIS NOTE!!!