Sorry this was so short! I've been very busy, I'll try better next time :)
Ms. Mariban finally handed Ron a slip and he had a very hard time not
taking off running right then. He slowly walked to the door, turned
the knob, and closed it gently behind him. Then he took off full
speed down the hall, not caring who he might run into. He skidded
across one of the many rug-ed floors and tripped over his own feet.
"Ahh!" WHUM! His face hit the floor and he twisted his ankle
while he fell. 'Errg... this is just getting worst and worst,'
Ron thought to himself. Oh, how his arm hurt. Given a nice, sharp
saw, Ron would have rather cut off his arm than suffer what he was feeling.
Well, maybe not, but he was getting close to that point. He dragged
himself to his feet and limped down the hall. The pain was getting to a
nauseating point, and Ron found it hard not to throw up. He felt
his face and could feel a nice, big bump growing there. He took his
hand away, but caught a glimpse of it in the torch-light.
'Oh, great, now my nose is bleeding,'. *sigh* 'Master'
better have a good reason to call him. Wait a minute.
Since when did he call Voldermort master? Ron didn't have
a master, he acted on his own-- not under the order of some crazy old goon.
He paused once he was on the first floor, near a suit of armour,
wiping his brow with his robe cuff. 'Come to think of it, Harry's
not that bad of a guy. I mean, he did try to save my life that one
time...' [**see a/n below**]
"What a great idea. I can't believe I've been
such a moron all this time," he said to himself. "And poor
Hermione!" He had been taking his own problems out with his own friends!!
And with that in mind, Ron turned around and headed back to his classroom.
He didn't notice that his arm had stopped hurting. He would try to
make amends with Harry tomorrow, but now he reeeeealy had
to get back to class.
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Voldermort sat on his high throne, thoroughly miff-ed. He had lost his hold on the Weasel child! Using the kid's jealousy as a weakness had been working out quite nicely. But nooooo, the child had to decide it wasn't JEALOUS anymore... *sigh* Why is it that he, The Dark Lord for pete's sake, would have such a hard time controling a mere teenager? What was Ron doing at this moment, anyways? Probably telling the world how Voldermort had tried to brainwash him. He would need to find a new way of controling the child. His placement next to a certain Harry Potter would help greatly in any evil plans. He'd just have to make Ron win back Harry's trust-- an easy thing to do when it was obvious Harry missed his best friend. Voldermort took out Ron's old wand again and twirled it in the air, muttering some long ago forgotten spell under his breath. A small, purple cloud came out from the tip and slowly formed into a sherical shape. Wormtail sat whimpering in the corner, scared that his master would lash out at him in fury. The cloud slowly formed a flat surface, hovering vertically. A blury scene soon appeared, getting continually clearer by the moment. Volderdermort's features suddenly lit up with glee. Well now, what's this I see? In the scene, you could now see Ron and Hermione kissing each other, and then Hermione walking up to a stage.
"Hurry Wormtail! Bring me my spellbook!" Wormtail
shot out of the throne room and came back with a withed, crusty book. Voldermort
snatched the book from Wormtail (who squeeled at the sudden movement of
his master). "Where is it? Where..." his voice dropped to low muttering
as Voldermort quickly flipped through the pages. "Ah! Here it is!"
Voldermort said the incantation in a rush, barely mastering the complicated
accents and gutteral sounds required by the spell. His face cracked
with a twisted smile, then he tossed the book to Wormtail.
Much evil laughter followed. Wormtail had barely enough time to read
the spell's name before he had to run off for more of his Master's bidding:
"Rumpo veneficus maligo-are." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The next day was the Leaving Ceremony. All the students were gathered in the Great Hall, where the same plateform from the other day was placed yet again. Ron gave Hermione a final hug and kiss before she had to join the other transfer students at the stage. She felt so much better, now that Ron had told her his revelation. Of coarse, he had left out that whole "Voldermort" bit. He though Hermione would have freaked out if she knew Ron had been 'sort-of' working for the Dark Lord (however against his will it may have been). Finally, as it was Hermione's turn to leave, she blew Ron a kiss (which he caught) and grabbed a portkey. She pointed her wand at the small silver stone and said, "Excedo." And in a small (and highly unclimatic) flash of white, and she was gone.
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Hermione kissed Ron and then walked up to take her place.
"Hemione Granger," Dumbldore called. He smiled an incouraging
at her, then handed her the Portkey. She almost forgot the spell,
but then it came to mind. "Excedo," she whispered, and a white
light engulfed her. She remembered to take a big breath before she
went and closed her eyes so swirling dust wouldn't get into them.
Oh, how she hoped she would like her new temperary school! She opened
her eyes once she could feel that the spell was done. She almost screamed.
A pair of blood-red eyes were starring straight at her own. It took
her only a second more to register the snake-like face and the unmistakeable
evil laughter-- Voldermort. She screamed.
**[a/n I don't know if Harry ever did save Ron's life, but I'm
sure it could happen]**
If you're too lazy to see what the spell means by using a latin translator,
email me at rory2@hehe.com
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