Ron:
I still remember that day, the day I was 'called'. A normal day, just like any other. Or so I thought. Just laughing and joking with Harry and Hermione. We were discussing Fred and George's current experiment 'Cackle Coconut Capers' with me and Hermione bantering away as ever, while Harry tried to copy Hermione's Potions homework.
A regular day at Hogwarts, then Dumbledore made his announcement:
"As you may know we've been having some problems with the dungeons. Yet another warning for the more persevering amongst you : anybody caught throwing Dungbombs in any of the lower classrooms will be severely punished."
Everyone at the Gryffindor table laughed together, the weekly assault on the potions classroom had become a fourth year tradition. It was also the most excitement any of us had had all year, but that was fine by me. Last year was enough to put any one off adventures for a long time.
Once more Dumbledore spoke; "Could Ron Weasley come to my office immediately after breakfast, thank you"
I choked on my orange juice. Why would Dumbledore want to see me?
"Whatever have you done now, Ron?" asked Hermione exasperated.
"I dunno" I replied, clueless as always. "I'll have to go and see I suppose. Hey! I might miss Potions!" That had got to be worth a meeting with Dumbledore.
"Lucky git!" said Harry, "Snape's gonna have me for not doing this work" He was still frantically scribbling away, although his writing had stopped being comprehensible about ten minutes ago. " And Dumbledore's office is certainly worth a look, any day."
"Oh No!" Shrieked Hermione "We'd better get going or we'll be late." She hurried out of the hall, pulling Harry, who was still feverishly writing, behind her.
"Bye then." I shouted after their retreating backs.
"Good luck Ron." Harry yelled back
"Ditto."
I climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office wondering as Hermione had done, what had I done now? There had been no howlers from Mum recently, so it couldn't be too bad. I'd had a few detentions, but no more than normal, perhaps even less than usual, if it wasn't for Snape I wouldn't have had any.
I got to the Stone Gargoyle, then realised I was stuck. I had no idea what the password was. I began talking to myself under my breath, "What am I gonna do now?" then louder, exasperated "I haven't even done anything wrong!" At that the door swung open. "Huh" I muttered.