Harry, Ron and Hermione went outside the next night because Seamus had told
them that there was "an owl on fire, hanging onto the side of the Owlrey."
When they arrived and saw the sky empty, they were peeved but decided to
stay outside, because it was a lovely night and there was nothing else to
do. The conversation wasn't exactly what you would call stimulating.
Hermione was the lead of the conversation when it switched to academics,
and Harry and Ron fell into a deep stupor until she was finished. When she
realized they weren't paying attention, she got huffy and didn't speak to
them for a couple of minutes. But then the conversation turned to the
article they had read a few days before.
"So do you really believe the article?" asked Hermione quizzically, her brow wrinkled.
"I don't know." Harry trailed off. "What do you think, Ron? .Ron? Ron!"
He looked beside him; Ron was gone.
Hermione stood up, looking wildly around. "Where could he have got to?"
Ron was walking slowly toward the Forbidden Forest, a red tint in his eyes, totally oblivious to whatever was around him. He stopped at the edge of the Forest
"I am here, my Lord."
"Well done, servant. Where is he?"
Ron was fighting the Imperious Curse. His mind switched from himself to someone else at the speed of light, and soon Ron was on his knees on the damp September soil, gasping for breath, clutching his head, and screaming into the night.
Hermione was the first to hear the noise from across the grounds. She spun on her heel and faced the Forest, squinting into the blackness. Harry came up beside her and also searched within the darkness for the source of the noise. They crept forward until they reached Hagrid's hut, which they hid behind, trying to decipher the shapes they saw. "Where is he?" the cold, sharp voice asked again, more impatient than the first time.
"I-I- don't know."
"You lie."
"N-no, I-I'm telling the t-t-truth! H-honest!"
"Liar. I will not be falsely credited."
"I gave chances, Weasley. You don't deserve to live."
"Please-don't.give me another chance, my Lord!"
"Lord Voldemort gives one chance and one chance only. I was gracious because you are of youth. Your judgement has come."
Ron's head went down.
"Is he over there?" whispered Hermione, tugging at Harry's sleeve.
"I don't know!" he answered, tiptoeing forward toward the darkness.
They both crept silently to the edge of the Forest. They heard strained voices and headed in that direction. Here and there they caught snatches of the conversation.
"I am extending an invitation." Came a sharp voice.
"A-An I-I-invitation.?"
"To join me."
"J-join you? Never!"
"Never?"
"Never."
"Let it be so, then."
Ron's mind altered. "Wait.."
a cruel smile appeared on the man's face.
"Fine then."
"I'll do it."
"Good."
"What should I start with?"
"Get me Harry Potter."
"So do you really believe the article?" asked Hermione quizzically, her brow wrinkled.
"I don't know." Harry trailed off. "What do you think, Ron? .Ron? Ron!"
He looked beside him; Ron was gone.
Hermione stood up, looking wildly around. "Where could he have got to?"
Ron was walking slowly toward the Forbidden Forest, a red tint in his eyes, totally oblivious to whatever was around him. He stopped at the edge of the Forest
"I am here, my Lord."
"Well done, servant. Where is he?"
Ron was fighting the Imperious Curse. His mind switched from himself to someone else at the speed of light, and soon Ron was on his knees on the damp September soil, gasping for breath, clutching his head, and screaming into the night.
Hermione was the first to hear the noise from across the grounds. She spun on her heel and faced the Forest, squinting into the blackness. Harry came up beside her and also searched within the darkness for the source of the noise. They crept forward until they reached Hagrid's hut, which they hid behind, trying to decipher the shapes they saw. "Where is he?" the cold, sharp voice asked again, more impatient than the first time.
"I-I- don't know."
"You lie."
"N-no, I-I'm telling the t-t-truth! H-honest!"
"Liar. I will not be falsely credited."
"I gave chances, Weasley. You don't deserve to live."
"Please-don't.give me another chance, my Lord!"
"Lord Voldemort gives one chance and one chance only. I was gracious because you are of youth. Your judgement has come."
Ron's head went down.
"Is he over there?" whispered Hermione, tugging at Harry's sleeve.
"I don't know!" he answered, tiptoeing forward toward the darkness.
They both crept silently to the edge of the Forest. They heard strained voices and headed in that direction. Here and there they caught snatches of the conversation.
"I am extending an invitation." Came a sharp voice.
"A-An I-I-invitation.?"
"To join me."
"J-join you? Never!"
"Never?"
"Never."
"Let it be so, then."
Ron's mind altered. "Wait.."
a cruel smile appeared on the man's face.
"Fine then."
"I'll do it."
"Good."
"What should I start with?"
"Get me Harry Potter."
