Harry Potter and the Messengers of Sorrow Ch-5
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for Cassy, Kammi, and Gracie.
One hour after McGonagall reports to Dumbledore that the Sorting Hat is missing...
"Albus, what should we do?" a worried Professor McGonagall inquired to an unusually calm Dumbledore.
Harry and Hermione were sitting at the right end of the Gryffindor table, which was the end closest to the staff table. They were trying to listen in to their professors' conversations.
"Minerva, we haven't the faintest inkling who took the hat, and I do not want to falsely accuse someone," Dumbledore explained.
McGonagall said something back, but Harry couldn't hear what because suddenly Snape came storming into the Great Hall, something small clenched in his right fist. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and his upper lip curled menacingly. Harry glanced nervously at Hermione, who pointed to the corner of the staff table, motioning that they should crouch at the corner to hear what Snape had to say. Sure enough, he walked right up to Dumbledore and spoke to him in a quiet voice. Luckily, Harry and Hermione were close enough to hear his harsh words.
"Headmaster, I have evidence of who stole the hat," he barely whispered.
"Who and what, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, sounding vaguely bored.
"Well," Snape began, "look what I found right under the hat's storing shelf." He stretched out his right hand and showed its contents to Dumbledore. The headmaster gasped. Harry did too, when he saw what was in Snape's hand. It was a Canary Cream.
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One week later...
It had been a terrible week for Fred and George Weasley. After the story of their Canary Cream being found, no one believed them when they told everyone that the didn't steal the hat. Ron and Ginny didn't even believe them. They were suspended for four days, and had to do two hour detentions every night until October. Snape wanted them expelled, and so did the other Slytherins. But Dumbledore said that just because one of their inventions was at the scene of the crime, no one could prove that the twins had stolen the hat. Harry and Hermione didn't know what to think. But both of them were pretty depressed these days. Ron wasn't speaking to Hermione or Harry. He would spend his time with Seamus and Dean, who were perfectly happy to have someone else join them in daily games of Exploding Snap. Divination lessons were even more boring then usual. The Gryffindors had them with the Hufflepuffs. On the first lesson of the year, Harry walked up to the North Tower by himself. Ron had gone with Seamus and Dean a few minutes before. When Harry got to Professor Trelawney's stuffy, hot room, he sat down in a small table in the back of the room. Ron was sitting with his new "friends".
"Good afternoon, my dears," came an all to familiar voice from a dark corner of the classroom. Professor Trelawney appeared out of the darkness, holding a small box. She sat down at one of the small tables. "If you could all gather around this table, yes, just gather around." Lavender and Parvati sprinted forward and stood on either side of the professor, watching her excitedly. The rest of the class shuffled to the table slowly. "Oh, and once you trip, Mr. Longbottom, you have my permission to just go on to the hospital wing," the professor said, staring hard at Neville. She then turned her attention back to the cup, while the rest of the class watched Neville warily. And then, he tripped. Right over his own shoelaces. He fell face first to the ground, and blood poured out of his mouth.
"Go to the hospital wing now, dear. Mr. Weasley, would you escort him?" Professor Trelawney asked, eyeing Ron.
"Uh," Ron muttered. "Sure." He took Neville by the arm and led him out of the dark classroom, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Lavender and Parvati were smiling triumphantly, as if they had been the ones to predict Neville's fall.
"Now then," Professor Trelawney continued, "we are going to start Cotalling. It's a very complicated process. Would you all please divide into pairs." Harry looked around uncomfortably. Lavender grabbed Parvati's arm, and Parvati nodded at her. Kammi and Cassy started whispering in the corner of the room. Seamus and Dean were seated at the table next to Professor Trelawney's, looking bored. Hannah Abbott was holding Terri Boot's hand, swinging it. The only person left was...
"Hello, Harry," a cheerful voice said. Harry turned to see Ernie Macmillan, a friendly Hufflepuff boy.
"Hello, Ernie. Want to be my partner?" Harry asked. Ernie smiled broadly. "Really? You mean it? Of course! Me-partners with Harry Potter!
Amazing. Lets go sit down." Ernie said this all extremely fast.
"Uhhhh...okay," Harry said. They took the table next to Kammi's and Cassy's.
The two girls were still whispering.
"Now," began Professor Trelawney, "Cotalling is a very difficult task. It will require your complete concentration and effort." Her eyes flashed in the direction of Seamus and Dean. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Now some of you may be wondering what Cotalling is. Well, it is extremely complicated. Now, I will show you the Cotall, which is the main tool for Cotalling." She opened the small box and pulled out an object wrapped in thin pieces of parchment. She slowly took the gray bowl-shaped Cotall. She pulled out her wand and tapped the inside of the bowl.
"Cotalliatellium!" she cried. She tipped the bowl to the side. The bottom of the Cotall opened up, and a miniscule clear ball tumbled out into the professor's outstretched hand. The opening closed up just as quickly as it had opened. Professor Trelawney pushed the bowl to the side and held up the tiny ball. "This is the Cesta," she explained. She placed the Cesta on the table and tapped the spot right below it.
"Cestonium!" she chanted. She Cesta quivered violently. The professor raised her arms so that they were in the same line as the top of her head. The Cesta rose up and stopped only when it was in the exact same line as the professor's arms. With one quick motion, Professor Trelawney reached forward and grasped the minute ball. It shook in her hands, then stopped.
"It is extremely important that you catch the Cesta once it has levitated into the air. If you don't, it will escape and you may never find it so you can return it to the Cotall. Then the entire reason for this will be ruined. Here is the next part. It is a bit tricky, so watch carefully." Porfessor Trelawney held the Cesta with her thumb and, pointer finger. With her other hand, she took hold of the Cotall and placed it upside down. She then placed the Cesta on top of the Cotall. It made a ping sound, then turned into a piece of parchment. Professor Trelawney picked it up and read it to the class.
"Harry Potter will discover a deep, dark secret by 1st of June this term," she said mysteriously. The class looked at her quizzically. The door suddenly banged open. Ron was back. He sat down with Justin Finch-Fletchley, who smiled at him. Harry studied Ron for a minute, the focused his attention back to Professor Trelawney.
"When the Cesta was levitating in the air, I thought of young Harry," she began. "The Cesta then gave me one true statement about Harry's future. Whoever you think about at that stage in the spell, that is who you will find out about. You and your partner will share a Cotall and take turns performing the spell." She waved her wand and a Cotall appeared at each table. "Begin."
Harry turned to Ernie, who stared at him. "You go first," he said nervously. "Okay," Harry agreed. He took the Cotall and placed it in front of him. He took
out his wand and tapped the bowl. "Cotallatellium!" he shouted. Harry tipped the bowl to the side and the tiny Cesta fell out into his hand. He then set the ball in the middle of the table, tapped the spot below it and said, "Cestonium!" just like Professor Trelawney had demonstrated. The Cesta quivered, so Harry raised his arms to his head. The Cesta followed.
"Think of someone," said a voice in Harry's head. "Think of Ron." Harry sqeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on his best friend.
"Harry, catch it!" Ernie yelled. Harry moved his arm forward and grasped the cold Cesta. It felt like the snitch, only a bit smaller. Harry took the Cotall and put it upside down. He then put the Cesta on the Cotall, his hands sweating with anticipation. Harry blinked. The Cesta was now the small piece of parchment. Fingers trembling, he read it aloud
"Ronald Weasley will have a terrible accident before the fifteenth of April." Harry read, his voice shaking slightly. He looked up at Ernie. His face was as white as a sheet.
"J-just because th-that paper said that, it d-doesn't mean it's t-true." Ernie was clearly more bothered by the paper then Harry was. Harry could also tell that he didn't believe a word he was saying.
"Oh I know," Harry said loudly. But inside he was terrified. What accident? Would he really discover a secret? Or was this just Professor Trelawney's idea of a good way to scare everyone? After Ernie performed the spell, Harry left the classroom with the others, his mind full of question, but he had no answers. He ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room to tell Hermione what had happened.
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Hermione laughed when Harry told her what had happened in Professor Trelawney's classroom.
"You actually believe what that old fraud did?" she inquired, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"But she didn't even do it; the Cotall did!" Harry contradicted. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.
"But who knows who made those things, Harry," she argued. "I think she just made Cotalling up. I don't remember coming across it in any of my books..." Harry frowned. Hermione had a point.
"I still want to talk to Ron." Hermione laughed again.
"Good luck!" she said haughtily. "I tried to speak to him before I went to Arithmancy yesterday but he just walked away." She then picked up a book and started reading while Harry headed over to the other side of the common room where Ron was playing Exploding Snap with Dean, Seamus, and Neville. He cleared his throat. All three boys looked up.
"Uh, Ron?" Harry asked timidly. Ron just kept staring at him. "Um, can I speak to you?" Ron nodded.
"Well, obviously you already are," he retorted. Harry looked around at Neville, Seamus, and Dean.
"I mean alone," he said, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Neville now looked a bit hurt. Harry bit his lip. Ron spoke to the others.
"Excuse me guys, but, ah, Harry would like to have a word with me. I know that he is extremely sorry to interrupt our game, but hey! What are friends for, eh?" He stood up and followed Harry up to their empty dormitory. When they got there, he turned to Harry. "Okay, whatever you have to say, make it quick; I want to get back to the game." Harry gaped at him.
"Ron, I... wh-... why are you mad at me?" Harry asked. Ron scowled.
"Are you still talking to Hermione?" he said quietly.
"Yes, of course," Harry answered, dreading what was coming next.
"Then I am mad at you. After what I just said, any halfway decent person would be able to figure out why I am mad at you. But you're not exactly halfway decent in my book now, are you?" Ron said sarcastically. He started to leave the room, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Ron, please. I have to talk to you about something serious." Ron sighed and looked at Harry. Their eyes locked; Harry's bright and pleading, and Ron's angry and hurt. "Ron, remember the Cotalling in Divination?"
"Yes. Why?" asked Ron.
"Well, I thought of you." Ron gasped.
"I thought about you, too," he cried. Harry gaped at him.
"Ron, the paper said that you would have a terrible accident!"
"But it said that you would lose someone that you care about!" They stared at each other, horrified. Then they fell into each other's arms.
"Oh Harry, I'm sorry! I am such a baby."
"No Ron, it's my fault. I shouldn't make you feel left out. I'll go tell Dumbledore tomorrow that I don't want to be a prefect."
"No, don't Harry!" Ron cried as the two boys broke apart. "I don't want you to do that! I was just mad and I felt left out. And besides," he continued, his face lighting up in a grin, "having prefects for best friends just might come in handy sometimes." Harry laughed. Then he became serious again.
"What about Hermione?" Ron's face darkened.
"What about her?" he said softly.
"Will you make up with her?" Harry inquired anxiously. Ron sighed.
"I guess so. But she wasn't willing to give up her position as a prefect as you were. But... I guess I will." Harry grinned.
"Let's see if she's still in the common room." The two boys raced downstairs, and were shocked to find Hermione in tears.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry cried, racing over to her. Ron followed, equally concerned. She looked up and let out a great dry sob.
"L-l-la...lav...Lavender!" she managed to choke out. It took awhile, but Harry and Ron managed to calm Hermione down enough so she could talk. She told them this story.
"I was just sitting in here doing my homework when that little Gracie Brown came in. Remember her; she was in our compartment?" Harry and Ron nodded. "Well," Hermione continued, "she started talking to me, and telling me how great I was, and then she said that she liked me a lot more then she liked Lavender."
"Well what's so bad about that?" Ron asked.
"Lavender and Parvati came in." Hermione answered.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Ron murmured.
"Lavender had heard all what Gracie had said. She came over and pulled Gracie away from me and told me all these awful things!"
"What things?" Ron asked. Harry elbowed him. Ron mouthed what and turned back to Hermione. She leaned over and whispered something in Ron's ear.
"She didn't!" he gasped. Hermione nodded.
"Oh, believe me. She did."
"What?" Harry cried.
"Come here." Hermione commanded. Harry leaned over and Hermione whispered six awful words in his ear. Harry repeated Ron's reaction.
"Well no wonder you're crying!" Ron said. Hermione nodded again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Well, don't go off crying again; you just go up an get a good night's sleep. We'll see you in the morning." Ron led her to the doorway that led to the girls' dormitories and the boys watched her vanish from sight, still sobbing.
Author's Note: A little short, we know. But we will post more soon. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for Cassy, Kammi, and Gracie.
One hour after McGonagall reports to Dumbledore that the Sorting Hat is missing...
"Albus, what should we do?" a worried Professor McGonagall inquired to an unusually calm Dumbledore.
Harry and Hermione were sitting at the right end of the Gryffindor table, which was the end closest to the staff table. They were trying to listen in to their professors' conversations.
"Minerva, we haven't the faintest inkling who took the hat, and I do not want to falsely accuse someone," Dumbledore explained.
McGonagall said something back, but Harry couldn't hear what because suddenly Snape came storming into the Great Hall, something small clenched in his right fist. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and his upper lip curled menacingly. Harry glanced nervously at Hermione, who pointed to the corner of the staff table, motioning that they should crouch at the corner to hear what Snape had to say. Sure enough, he walked right up to Dumbledore and spoke to him in a quiet voice. Luckily, Harry and Hermione were close enough to hear his harsh words.
"Headmaster, I have evidence of who stole the hat," he barely whispered.
"Who and what, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, sounding vaguely bored.
"Well," Snape began, "look what I found right under the hat's storing shelf." He stretched out his right hand and showed its contents to Dumbledore. The headmaster gasped. Harry did too, when he saw what was in Snape's hand. It was a Canary Cream.
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One week later...
It had been a terrible week for Fred and George Weasley. After the story of their Canary Cream being found, no one believed them when they told everyone that the didn't steal the hat. Ron and Ginny didn't even believe them. They were suspended for four days, and had to do two hour detentions every night until October. Snape wanted them expelled, and so did the other Slytherins. But Dumbledore said that just because one of their inventions was at the scene of the crime, no one could prove that the twins had stolen the hat. Harry and Hermione didn't know what to think. But both of them were pretty depressed these days. Ron wasn't speaking to Hermione or Harry. He would spend his time with Seamus and Dean, who were perfectly happy to have someone else join them in daily games of Exploding Snap. Divination lessons were even more boring then usual. The Gryffindors had them with the Hufflepuffs. On the first lesson of the year, Harry walked up to the North Tower by himself. Ron had gone with Seamus and Dean a few minutes before. When Harry got to Professor Trelawney's stuffy, hot room, he sat down in a small table in the back of the room. Ron was sitting with his new "friends".
"Good afternoon, my dears," came an all to familiar voice from a dark corner of the classroom. Professor Trelawney appeared out of the darkness, holding a small box. She sat down at one of the small tables. "If you could all gather around this table, yes, just gather around." Lavender and Parvati sprinted forward and stood on either side of the professor, watching her excitedly. The rest of the class shuffled to the table slowly. "Oh, and once you trip, Mr. Longbottom, you have my permission to just go on to the hospital wing," the professor said, staring hard at Neville. She then turned her attention back to the cup, while the rest of the class watched Neville warily. And then, he tripped. Right over his own shoelaces. He fell face first to the ground, and blood poured out of his mouth.
"Go to the hospital wing now, dear. Mr. Weasley, would you escort him?" Professor Trelawney asked, eyeing Ron.
"Uh," Ron muttered. "Sure." He took Neville by the arm and led him out of the dark classroom, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Lavender and Parvati were smiling triumphantly, as if they had been the ones to predict Neville's fall.
"Now then," Professor Trelawney continued, "we are going to start Cotalling. It's a very complicated process. Would you all please divide into pairs." Harry looked around uncomfortably. Lavender grabbed Parvati's arm, and Parvati nodded at her. Kammi and Cassy started whispering in the corner of the room. Seamus and Dean were seated at the table next to Professor Trelawney's, looking bored. Hannah Abbott was holding Terri Boot's hand, swinging it. The only person left was...
"Hello, Harry," a cheerful voice said. Harry turned to see Ernie Macmillan, a friendly Hufflepuff boy.
"Hello, Ernie. Want to be my partner?" Harry asked. Ernie smiled broadly. "Really? You mean it? Of course! Me-partners with Harry Potter!
Amazing. Lets go sit down." Ernie said this all extremely fast.
"Uhhhh...okay," Harry said. They took the table next to Kammi's and Cassy's.
The two girls were still whispering.
"Now," began Professor Trelawney, "Cotalling is a very difficult task. It will require your complete concentration and effort." Her eyes flashed in the direction of Seamus and Dean. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Now some of you may be wondering what Cotalling is. Well, it is extremely complicated. Now, I will show you the Cotall, which is the main tool for Cotalling." She opened the small box and pulled out an object wrapped in thin pieces of parchment. She slowly took the gray bowl-shaped Cotall. She pulled out her wand and tapped the inside of the bowl.
"Cotalliatellium!" she cried. She tipped the bowl to the side. The bottom of the Cotall opened up, and a miniscule clear ball tumbled out into the professor's outstretched hand. The opening closed up just as quickly as it had opened. Professor Trelawney pushed the bowl to the side and held up the tiny ball. "This is the Cesta," she explained. She placed the Cesta on the table and tapped the spot right below it.
"Cestonium!" she chanted. She Cesta quivered violently. The professor raised her arms so that they were in the same line as the top of her head. The Cesta rose up and stopped only when it was in the exact same line as the professor's arms. With one quick motion, Professor Trelawney reached forward and grasped the minute ball. It shook in her hands, then stopped.
"It is extremely important that you catch the Cesta once it has levitated into the air. If you don't, it will escape and you may never find it so you can return it to the Cotall. Then the entire reason for this will be ruined. Here is the next part. It is a bit tricky, so watch carefully." Porfessor Trelawney held the Cesta with her thumb and, pointer finger. With her other hand, she took hold of the Cotall and placed it upside down. She then placed the Cesta on top of the Cotall. It made a ping sound, then turned into a piece of parchment. Professor Trelawney picked it up and read it to the class.
"Harry Potter will discover a deep, dark secret by 1st of June this term," she said mysteriously. The class looked at her quizzically. The door suddenly banged open. Ron was back. He sat down with Justin Finch-Fletchley, who smiled at him. Harry studied Ron for a minute, the focused his attention back to Professor Trelawney.
"When the Cesta was levitating in the air, I thought of young Harry," she began. "The Cesta then gave me one true statement about Harry's future. Whoever you think about at that stage in the spell, that is who you will find out about. You and your partner will share a Cotall and take turns performing the spell." She waved her wand and a Cotall appeared at each table. "Begin."
Harry turned to Ernie, who stared at him. "You go first," he said nervously. "Okay," Harry agreed. He took the Cotall and placed it in front of him. He took
out his wand and tapped the bowl. "Cotallatellium!" he shouted. Harry tipped the bowl to the side and the tiny Cesta fell out into his hand. He then set the ball in the middle of the table, tapped the spot below it and said, "Cestonium!" just like Professor Trelawney had demonstrated. The Cesta quivered, so Harry raised his arms to his head. The Cesta followed.
"Think of someone," said a voice in Harry's head. "Think of Ron." Harry sqeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on his best friend.
"Harry, catch it!" Ernie yelled. Harry moved his arm forward and grasped the cold Cesta. It felt like the snitch, only a bit smaller. Harry took the Cotall and put it upside down. He then put the Cesta on the Cotall, his hands sweating with anticipation. Harry blinked. The Cesta was now the small piece of parchment. Fingers trembling, he read it aloud
"Ronald Weasley will have a terrible accident before the fifteenth of April." Harry read, his voice shaking slightly. He looked up at Ernie. His face was as white as a sheet.
"J-just because th-that paper said that, it d-doesn't mean it's t-true." Ernie was clearly more bothered by the paper then Harry was. Harry could also tell that he didn't believe a word he was saying.
"Oh I know," Harry said loudly. But inside he was terrified. What accident? Would he really discover a secret? Or was this just Professor Trelawney's idea of a good way to scare everyone? After Ernie performed the spell, Harry left the classroom with the others, his mind full of question, but he had no answers. He ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room to tell Hermione what had happened.
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Hermione laughed when Harry told her what had happened in Professor Trelawney's classroom.
"You actually believe what that old fraud did?" she inquired, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"But she didn't even do it; the Cotall did!" Harry contradicted. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.
"But who knows who made those things, Harry," she argued. "I think she just made Cotalling up. I don't remember coming across it in any of my books..." Harry frowned. Hermione had a point.
"I still want to talk to Ron." Hermione laughed again.
"Good luck!" she said haughtily. "I tried to speak to him before I went to Arithmancy yesterday but he just walked away." She then picked up a book and started reading while Harry headed over to the other side of the common room where Ron was playing Exploding Snap with Dean, Seamus, and Neville. He cleared his throat. All three boys looked up.
"Uh, Ron?" Harry asked timidly. Ron just kept staring at him. "Um, can I speak to you?" Ron nodded.
"Well, obviously you already are," he retorted. Harry looked around at Neville, Seamus, and Dean.
"I mean alone," he said, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Neville now looked a bit hurt. Harry bit his lip. Ron spoke to the others.
"Excuse me guys, but, ah, Harry would like to have a word with me. I know that he is extremely sorry to interrupt our game, but hey! What are friends for, eh?" He stood up and followed Harry up to their empty dormitory. When they got there, he turned to Harry. "Okay, whatever you have to say, make it quick; I want to get back to the game." Harry gaped at him.
"Ron, I... wh-... why are you mad at me?" Harry asked. Ron scowled.
"Are you still talking to Hermione?" he said quietly.
"Yes, of course," Harry answered, dreading what was coming next.
"Then I am mad at you. After what I just said, any halfway decent person would be able to figure out why I am mad at you. But you're not exactly halfway decent in my book now, are you?" Ron said sarcastically. He started to leave the room, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Ron, please. I have to talk to you about something serious." Ron sighed and looked at Harry. Their eyes locked; Harry's bright and pleading, and Ron's angry and hurt. "Ron, remember the Cotalling in Divination?"
"Yes. Why?" asked Ron.
"Well, I thought of you." Ron gasped.
"I thought about you, too," he cried. Harry gaped at him.
"Ron, the paper said that you would have a terrible accident!"
"But it said that you would lose someone that you care about!" They stared at each other, horrified. Then they fell into each other's arms.
"Oh Harry, I'm sorry! I am such a baby."
"No Ron, it's my fault. I shouldn't make you feel left out. I'll go tell Dumbledore tomorrow that I don't want to be a prefect."
"No, don't Harry!" Ron cried as the two boys broke apart. "I don't want you to do that! I was just mad and I felt left out. And besides," he continued, his face lighting up in a grin, "having prefects for best friends just might come in handy sometimes." Harry laughed. Then he became serious again.
"What about Hermione?" Ron's face darkened.
"What about her?" he said softly.
"Will you make up with her?" Harry inquired anxiously. Ron sighed.
"I guess so. But she wasn't willing to give up her position as a prefect as you were. But... I guess I will." Harry grinned.
"Let's see if she's still in the common room." The two boys raced downstairs, and were shocked to find Hermione in tears.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry cried, racing over to her. Ron followed, equally concerned. She looked up and let out a great dry sob.
"L-l-la...lav...Lavender!" she managed to choke out. It took awhile, but Harry and Ron managed to calm Hermione down enough so she could talk. She told them this story.
"I was just sitting in here doing my homework when that little Gracie Brown came in. Remember her; she was in our compartment?" Harry and Ron nodded. "Well," Hermione continued, "she started talking to me, and telling me how great I was, and then she said that she liked me a lot more then she liked Lavender."
"Well what's so bad about that?" Ron asked.
"Lavender and Parvati came in." Hermione answered.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Ron murmured.
"Lavender had heard all what Gracie had said. She came over and pulled Gracie away from me and told me all these awful things!"
"What things?" Ron asked. Harry elbowed him. Ron mouthed what and turned back to Hermione. She leaned over and whispered something in Ron's ear.
"She didn't!" he gasped. Hermione nodded.
"Oh, believe me. She did."
"What?" Harry cried.
"Come here." Hermione commanded. Harry leaned over and Hermione whispered six awful words in his ear. Harry repeated Ron's reaction.
"Well no wonder you're crying!" Ron said. Hermione nodded again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Well, don't go off crying again; you just go up an get a good night's sleep. We'll see you in the morning." Ron led her to the doorway that led to the girls' dormitories and the boys watched her vanish from sight, still sobbing.
Author's Note: A little short, we know. But we will post more soon. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!