So, did you enjoy the last two chapters? I hope you did. I changed my mind about writing only four chapters and then waiting for 11 reviews. I will write a few more than that. Anyway, expect the unexpected now. Things get a little more romantic here. Here is chapter three:
Chapter Three
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The Wishing Well of Merlin and the Betrayer
I was walking one day,
When I saw a well,
It granted me one wish,
I found that I regretted what I got.
~Ace (yours truly)
Harry watched as Ron got better and better each day. When Ron was allowed to leave, he was given a medicine to control himself because during his stay at the hospital way, he had to take a medicine that had a side effect of overreacting.
"Remember to take one every day at noon, only one, until they are all gone," Madam Pomfrey said.
Ron walked out of the hospital wing, rolling his eyes, mimmicking Madam Pomfrey.
"Ron, she wants you to be safe. You could kill yourself overreacting, you know. That happened to Carktone Meinshower in 1946," Hermione quoted.
Ron made a weird face at her and scowled. "Hermione! I'll be fine. I'll take the stupid medicine but it won't help!"
Two weeks went by, then four weeks. Ron kept getting better; the paleness of his cheeks was slowy but surely fading away. Then, one day Ron forgot to take his medicine.
At the time, Harry was walking on the grounds alone.
"Boy, it sure is lonely here," Harry thought, kicking the ground.
Harry then hit something. He looked at what he had hit. It was a well, old looking and preserved. A voice came from it, "I am the Wishing Well of Merlin. Who are you?"
"Harry Potter," Harry said nervously. He wasn't so sure about this well.
"Ah, Harry Potter," it spoke. "I will grant you one wish, Harry."
"A wish?" Harry asked. He had never been given a wish.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, a wish. Any wish other than never running out of wishes.
"I wish...I wish that I would have a loyal girlfriend. And if Cho is loyal, than may she stay my girlfriend," Harry exclaimed.
"Wish granted," said the well.
Harry walked back to his dormitory smiling.
The next day, Harry woke late. He woke Ron, who had also slept in and they got dressed. They then hurried down to breakfast, grabbed some toast and then scurried to Transfiguration.
"You're late, Mr. Weasly, Mr. Potter. Your reason?" Proffesor McGonnagall asked.
"We - accidently - slept - in," Harry wheezed.
"Your foolishness has lost Gryffindor five points!" McGonnagall replied. "Now sit down before it is fifteen points from Gryffindor."
In Transfiguration, they were learning the Crantang Meta Spell. Its power would change any object into its opposite. Male into female if a human, dog to cat, horse to cow, chicken to fox, etc.
"Crantang Metaphorously!" Ron cried. He turned a rag into pure silk. Harry did the same thing, turning his clean sickel into into a rusted old looking coin. Hermione turned a fake test paper from an A to a F-. She shreaked and the whole class laughed.
On the way back to the dormitory to drop off their Transfiguration books, Harry saw Cho in the distance. The he saw the whole picture. It was Cho, on the ground kissing a guy who lay on the ground also. Harry walked over to them and screamed, "HOW DARE YOU, CHO!"
"Harry, I can explain!" Cho said.
But Harry wasn't listening, he walked away, huffing and puffing, knocking into everything that got in his way.
Chapter Three
* * * * * * *
The Wishing Well of Merlin and the Betrayer
I was walking one day,
When I saw a well,
It granted me one wish,
I found that I regretted what I got.
~Ace (yours truly)
Harry watched as Ron got better and better each day. When Ron was allowed to leave, he was given a medicine to control himself because during his stay at the hospital way, he had to take a medicine that had a side effect of overreacting.
"Remember to take one every day at noon, only one, until they are all gone," Madam Pomfrey said.
Ron walked out of the hospital wing, rolling his eyes, mimmicking Madam Pomfrey.
"Ron, she wants you to be safe. You could kill yourself overreacting, you know. That happened to Carktone Meinshower in 1946," Hermione quoted.
Ron made a weird face at her and scowled. "Hermione! I'll be fine. I'll take the stupid medicine but it won't help!"
Two weeks went by, then four weeks. Ron kept getting better; the paleness of his cheeks was slowy but surely fading away. Then, one day Ron forgot to take his medicine.
At the time, Harry was walking on the grounds alone.
"Boy, it sure is lonely here," Harry thought, kicking the ground.
Harry then hit something. He looked at what he had hit. It was a well, old looking and preserved. A voice came from it, "I am the Wishing Well of Merlin. Who are you?"
"Harry Potter," Harry said nervously. He wasn't so sure about this well.
"Ah, Harry Potter," it spoke. "I will grant you one wish, Harry."
"A wish?" Harry asked. He had never been given a wish.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, a wish. Any wish other than never running out of wishes.
"I wish...I wish that I would have a loyal girlfriend. And if Cho is loyal, than may she stay my girlfriend," Harry exclaimed.
"Wish granted," said the well.
Harry walked back to his dormitory smiling.
The next day, Harry woke late. He woke Ron, who had also slept in and they got dressed. They then hurried down to breakfast, grabbed some toast and then scurried to Transfiguration.
"You're late, Mr. Weasly, Mr. Potter. Your reason?" Proffesor McGonnagall asked.
"We - accidently - slept - in," Harry wheezed.
"Your foolishness has lost Gryffindor five points!" McGonnagall replied. "Now sit down before it is fifteen points from Gryffindor."
In Transfiguration, they were learning the Crantang Meta Spell. Its power would change any object into its opposite. Male into female if a human, dog to cat, horse to cow, chicken to fox, etc.
"Crantang Metaphorously!" Ron cried. He turned a rag into pure silk. Harry did the same thing, turning his clean sickel into into a rusted old looking coin. Hermione turned a fake test paper from an A to a F-. She shreaked and the whole class laughed.
On the way back to the dormitory to drop off their Transfiguration books, Harry saw Cho in the distance. The he saw the whole picture. It was Cho, on the ground kissing a guy who lay on the ground also. Harry walked over to them and screamed, "HOW DARE YOU, CHO!"
"Harry, I can explain!" Cho said.
But Harry wasn't listening, he walked away, huffing and puffing, knocking into everything that got in his way.