February 7

SIR RON!

Rupert! Rupert! Are you there? Answer me!

Sir, I am here, no need to shout. Good gracias my dear boy! Is something the matter?

No. Everything is great! I told you we'd clobber them and we did! Oh you should have seen it Rupert, Harry was just this big red streak in the sky. It was so wicked. Ravenclaw never stood a chance with him on that Firebolt.

Excellent, sir! So, do tell, what was the final score?

230 to 30! We flattened them!

Well done, sir! Please give my congratulation to young Mr. Potter and team on a grand victory.

Will do. But, Rupert, that wasn't the best part…

What, sir, could be better than such a excellent match?

Malfoy.

What?

Argh! DRACO MALFOY!

Sorry, sir, I'm still not familiar with it.

It is a him, even though were not entirely sure about that. Anyway he's this prat in our year. He's a Slytherin, puke, and he absolutely HATES me and Harry. But that's okay because the feeling is mutual. My Dad's told me that his father was involved in a lot of the stuff that You-Know-Who did, right in his inner circle and all. The way Malfoy acts sometimes, well you know what they say, "like father like son."

Sounds that a rather detestable human being, Master Weasley.

I'm not sure if he's worth of such praise.

That wasn't meant as praise, sire.

I meant the part about him being a human being, I'm not sure if he's even that. Besides you should hear some of the stuff he calls me just because my family is poor… You know Rupert sometimes I think my family is a hundred times richer than his is, just because we have each other. You should also hear some of the stuff he calls Herminone, one of these days he's going to say something and I'm going to hex him so far he'll forget what a wand is!

Are we back on speaking terms with Miss Granger, then?

NO! She still won't admit she was wrong. You're getting me off track.

ANYWAY… It was at the end of the game, right? Harry's heading towards the snitch and his broom is stripping the Ravenclaw Seeker by a mile. All of a sudden these three figures in black hoods walk out onto the field. When I saw them I swear my heart stopped in my chest. But remember I told you I wasn't going to let it happen to him again…

OH NO! The Dementors! Sir, please tell me you did nothing rash or foolish, those creatures are not to be messed with.

OY! Would you hush Rupert, I'm trying to tell a story here!

So anyway I see them and I panic. So I tear out of my seat and I'm headed down the stands when this big silver thing comes racing out of the sky! I look up just in time to see Harry grab the snitch in one hand with his wand in the other.

dear me….

What? You don't think that's great that must have been what Harry and Professor Lupin were working on all this time! But that's not the best part. After seeing that without thinking I rushed out on to the field to congratulate him, I was the first one there because I was already halfway down the stairs. And we're standing there cheering when Professor Lupin comes over and says something to Harry and starts to lead him away. You are never going to believe what he showed us!

Well…. Aren't you going to guess or make one of your usual comments?

Sorry sir, I'm a bit speechless at the moment, please continue.

Fine. DRACO MALFOY! He was laying there on the ground with a bunch of his cronies! They had tried to scare Harry with that stupid Dementor act and he had knocked the stuffing out of them with that trick Lupin taught him. It was GREAT! McGonagall was so mad I thought SHE was going to curse them all on the stop. Oh man, it was hilarious.

Phenomenal, sir.

Sir, do you realize what happen today?

Yeah, Malfoy got what was coming. He looked like a total prat! That'll teach him to mess with Harry.

No, sir. I mean the spell that Mr. Potter cast.

Oh, well, no. I figure that's what him and Lupin were talking about but I never thought to ask. Why?

It's called a Patronus, sire. The Dementors have been around for as long as time itself, but no way has ever been found to destroy them. Yet, long ago a method was developed to contain them, to block their effects you could say. It's called a Partonus and it uses a wizard's happiest memories to counter the darkness invoked by the Dementors.

Wicked.

Yes, sir, it is incredible magic. But it's also very advanced. Practically speaking there should be no way that someone as young as you and your friend should be able to master it.

…. Harry's always been good at those sorts of things. Hermione's always telling him that he's a great wizard…

Sir, just one question. How good a Patronus was it? Did it have a recognizable shape?

Shape?

Yes sir, a fully developed Patronus will reflect the shape of something that symbolizes the happy feelings that helped create it. Each one is different for each person, and you can't really control what shape your own Patronus will become.

Uh, well his looked like a horse sort of thing. It all happen so fast I didn't get a real good look at it, but if I had to guess I'd say it was unicorn. I guess that kinda fits, doesn't it.

How so?

Well Unicorns are really powerful magical beast right, and Harry's really powerful too, or else he couldn't even have produced it. And unicorn's are known for being pure, noble animals, and Harry's sort of all that too. He can be so bloody noble that sometimes it aggervating. The other thing is that unicorns are really hard to get close to… and sometimes he can be like that too. I realize a lot has happen to Harry, but I'm still his best friend. I think he doesn't tell me sometimes because he doesn't think I can handle it. Like that stuff with the Dementors and his parents voices… if he hadn't been completely irrational and mad, I wonder if he would have bothered to tell me about that. It just seems like there's this part of Harry Potter that no one will ever know, not even me, and I'm supposed to be his best friend.

I'm sure he doesn't feel that way, sir. I feel quite sure that you haven't told him every small detail you have confided in these pages, he's probably the same way. We often keep to ourselves many aspects of our thoughts and fears and feelings. As time passes this gap will probably grow smaller, only to grow apart again as you age. No matter how much or little Mr. Potter shares, remember this, if he does not count himself blessed to be able to call you his friend, then he is a fool; any other faults we may find in our friends are overlookable.

Ha, I guess your right. It's not always easy being Harry Potter's friend. But he overlooks the fact that I'm clumsy, poor, and short-tempered; so I guess I'm pretty lucky too, huh?

That's the spirit my boy. Now, if I'm not mistaken it is rather late and you seem to have a long day. Don't you think you should retire?

You know Rupp, you soon an awful lot like me Mum sometimes….

G'nite.