The Spirit Within
Disclaimer: Potter is Rowling's.
A/N Well, here goes nothing...enjoy!
"Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over." -Savage Garden
Ron grinned as the Hogwarts express took off leaving a trail of whispy smoke behind. After waving joyously with Harry and Hermione out the Window towards his parents (who had kindly offered to take Harry and Hermione to Platform 9 ¾ as well) they idly walked down the train's isle chatting and laughing about their summer. And, until the conversation drew to Hermione's stay with Krum, did the laughter die down as Ron's mood changed from pleasant to sour.
"You actually took him up on his offer!?" Ron asked with furey as his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well," Hermione started but Ron cut her off.
"Just can't get enough of Vicky can you? Been frolicking up in the mountains with him then?" Ron sneered.
"I have not! Honestly Ron, just because you didn't get a chance to take me to the Yule ball doesn't mean you have to take it out on Victor!" Ron's face flushed but he continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"The only reason you even hang out with him is because he's famous, for all we know you could have been." But this time Harry was the one who cut Ron off.
"Er-guys? I found a compartment."
It was just then Ron and Hermione noticed that they had been screaming at each other in the train isle for the past few minutes and a few heads had poked out of other compartments to see what the fuss was about. "Sorry," They both said and nervously walked into their compartments and sat down.
They sat quietly for a while. Harry's silent snickers were causing both Ron and Hermione to glare mercilessly at him. Harry, catching Hermione's eye, abruptly stopped and started nervously fidgeting with a lose string on his shirt.
Ron decided it was time to speak up. "Hey guys did you hear? Dad got a promotion!" This immediently broke the remaining tension between the two.
"Really? Oh Ron that's wonderful!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, and dad reckons that he might have enough gold to buy me a decent broom for my birthday this year." Ron grinned at that.
Just at that moment the Witch with the food cart into their car.
"This calls for a celebration, Butterbeers all around!" declared Harry.
~*~*~*~
Laughter and chattering rang throughout Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as they began their welcome back feast. However, this was probably caused by Neville's toad running a muck at the Slytherin table when he was discovered sitting on Draco Malfoy's platter. But still, there was no better way for Hogwarts to start then to have Malfoy scared out of his wits by finding a frog in his mashed potatos.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had seated themselves at the Gryphindoor table and had happily started pilling their own plates when something very odd happened.
Ron had began perspiring, clutching his stomach as a dreadful pulsing sensation spread through him. He clutched his eyes tight shut until he felt the sensation pass and then snapped them open again only to reveal a faint light protruding from then.
"Ron?" Hermione had gotten up, "Ron are you ok? Are you feeling ill?"
Ron promptly blinked and the light had stopped shinning.
"Yeah, I'm fine, must have had a bad butterbeer or something." Ron said this rather quickly. And directed his attention towards his plate but did not make any gesture as to fill it. Hermione eyed him suspiciously but had left it at that.
~*~*~*~
The rest of the night had gone on smoothly enough. After dinner Harry, Ron, and Hermione had trudged their way up to the Gryphindoor common room. Harry had convinced Hermione to play a game of Exploding snap but Ron seemed inconvincible and had retreated up to the 5th years boy dormitories with the excuse that he was tired and needed a good nights sleep. This however did not convince Harry and Hermione as to Ron was usually the one begging them to stay up for, "Just one more." game of chess.
"What do you think is up with him?" Harry asked Hermione the next day during divination class.
"I really don't know. Did you happen to notice last night he didn't eat a thing?"
It seemed as though Ron had overslept and was already twenty minutes late for divination class. True Ron could be lazy but surly twenty minutes? That was beneath a Weasley with the exception of rampaging in with some extravagant excuse that they had set the school on fire or the world would explode in a matter of minutes. Although Fred and George took this approach quite often it was a very un-ronish way to enter and so Harry and Hermione had ruled out that one.
"And so you all notice that when transfiguring the common garden snake into wood the edges near the top have markings." Professor Mcgonagle spoke clearly, spotting out the curved indentations that were of the snake's eyes. "But then again the scales are less.."
There was a loud bang as Ron burst in on the lesson heaving open the door and leaving it ajar, panting and completely winded.
"I'm really sorry professor I overslept." Ron spoke very hurriedly taking deep breaths in-between sentences, "It won't happen again I just."
"Mr. Weasley!" Barked Professor Mcgonagle, "It is all well and good that you have decided to join my class but please next time don't cause such a ruckus! Now kindly take you seat."
Ron's awfully pale face for someone who had overslept had turned slightly pink as he took a seat in the back of the class as to not look at anyone.
Harry and Hermione had turned around in their seats to wave to him but Ron had buried his face in 'The Beginners guide to transfiguration level 5'.
Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances before occupying themselves again with their daily lesson.
~*~*~*~
Whoo! Glad that's done. I just wanted to launch into something more dramatic but I kept on having to stop myself. Sorry if it did seem a little boring, it will get better! I think I might be adding angst to it as well, anyway, do let me know what you think! -Lady Karina
Disclaimer: Potter is Rowling's.
A/N Well, here goes nothing...enjoy!
"Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over." -Savage Garden
Ron grinned as the Hogwarts express took off leaving a trail of whispy smoke behind. After waving joyously with Harry and Hermione out the Window towards his parents (who had kindly offered to take Harry and Hermione to Platform 9 ¾ as well) they idly walked down the train's isle chatting and laughing about their summer. And, until the conversation drew to Hermione's stay with Krum, did the laughter die down as Ron's mood changed from pleasant to sour.
"You actually took him up on his offer!?" Ron asked with furey as his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well," Hermione started but Ron cut her off.
"Just can't get enough of Vicky can you? Been frolicking up in the mountains with him then?" Ron sneered.
"I have not! Honestly Ron, just because you didn't get a chance to take me to the Yule ball doesn't mean you have to take it out on Victor!" Ron's face flushed but he continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"The only reason you even hang out with him is because he's famous, for all we know you could have been." But this time Harry was the one who cut Ron off.
"Er-guys? I found a compartment."
It was just then Ron and Hermione noticed that they had been screaming at each other in the train isle for the past few minutes and a few heads had poked out of other compartments to see what the fuss was about. "Sorry," They both said and nervously walked into their compartments and sat down.
They sat quietly for a while. Harry's silent snickers were causing both Ron and Hermione to glare mercilessly at him. Harry, catching Hermione's eye, abruptly stopped and started nervously fidgeting with a lose string on his shirt.
Ron decided it was time to speak up. "Hey guys did you hear? Dad got a promotion!" This immediently broke the remaining tension between the two.
"Really? Oh Ron that's wonderful!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, and dad reckons that he might have enough gold to buy me a decent broom for my birthday this year." Ron grinned at that.
Just at that moment the Witch with the food cart into their car.
"This calls for a celebration, Butterbeers all around!" declared Harry.
~*~*~*~
Laughter and chattering rang throughout Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as they began their welcome back feast. However, this was probably caused by Neville's toad running a muck at the Slytherin table when he was discovered sitting on Draco Malfoy's platter. But still, there was no better way for Hogwarts to start then to have Malfoy scared out of his wits by finding a frog in his mashed potatos.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had seated themselves at the Gryphindoor table and had happily started pilling their own plates when something very odd happened.
Ron had began perspiring, clutching his stomach as a dreadful pulsing sensation spread through him. He clutched his eyes tight shut until he felt the sensation pass and then snapped them open again only to reveal a faint light protruding from then.
"Ron?" Hermione had gotten up, "Ron are you ok? Are you feeling ill?"
Ron promptly blinked and the light had stopped shinning.
"Yeah, I'm fine, must have had a bad butterbeer or something." Ron said this rather quickly. And directed his attention towards his plate but did not make any gesture as to fill it. Hermione eyed him suspiciously but had left it at that.
~*~*~*~
The rest of the night had gone on smoothly enough. After dinner Harry, Ron, and Hermione had trudged their way up to the Gryphindoor common room. Harry had convinced Hermione to play a game of Exploding snap but Ron seemed inconvincible and had retreated up to the 5th years boy dormitories with the excuse that he was tired and needed a good nights sleep. This however did not convince Harry and Hermione as to Ron was usually the one begging them to stay up for, "Just one more." game of chess.
"What do you think is up with him?" Harry asked Hermione the next day during divination class.
"I really don't know. Did you happen to notice last night he didn't eat a thing?"
It seemed as though Ron had overslept and was already twenty minutes late for divination class. True Ron could be lazy but surly twenty minutes? That was beneath a Weasley with the exception of rampaging in with some extravagant excuse that they had set the school on fire or the world would explode in a matter of minutes. Although Fred and George took this approach quite often it was a very un-ronish way to enter and so Harry and Hermione had ruled out that one.
"And so you all notice that when transfiguring the common garden snake into wood the edges near the top have markings." Professor Mcgonagle spoke clearly, spotting out the curved indentations that were of the snake's eyes. "But then again the scales are less.."
There was a loud bang as Ron burst in on the lesson heaving open the door and leaving it ajar, panting and completely winded.
"I'm really sorry professor I overslept." Ron spoke very hurriedly taking deep breaths in-between sentences, "It won't happen again I just."
"Mr. Weasley!" Barked Professor Mcgonagle, "It is all well and good that you have decided to join my class but please next time don't cause such a ruckus! Now kindly take you seat."
Ron's awfully pale face for someone who had overslept had turned slightly pink as he took a seat in the back of the class as to not look at anyone.
Harry and Hermione had turned around in their seats to wave to him but Ron had buried his face in 'The Beginners guide to transfiguration level 5'.
Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances before occupying themselves again with their daily lesson.
~*~*~*~
Whoo! Glad that's done. I just wanted to launch into something more dramatic but I kept on having to stop myself. Sorry if it did seem a little boring, it will get better! I think I might be adding angst to it as well, anyway, do let me know what you think! -Lady Karina