Ron dressed in record time and waited impatiently for Harry to comb his hair.
"Harry!" he sighed, swinging his legs as
he sat on his bed. "Hurry up! Just leave your hair as it is- messy hair is
your trademark. Well, along with the round, black glasses and of course, that
lightning bolt scar on your forehead…"
"Hold on Ron," Harry muttered, not taking his eyes of the mirror. He ran the
comb through his hair a couple of times more, then- "Done!"
"Great, I'm starving. Let's go!" Ron jumped off the bed and headed towards the door. "Can you just imagine what Hermione must be thinking?" When there was no reply, Ron turned around. "Harry?"
But Harry had disappeared. Ron's jaw dropped open. He ran to Harry's trunk and threw it open. Just as he'd suspected- the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map weren't there.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Ron twirled around to find Harry standing near the door, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Harry?" Ron's face showed disbelief.
"What the hell? How did you get there?"
"What are you talking about? I thought you went down to the Common Room?"
"What?"
"Okay," Harry laughed, "I think we're both lost. Let's just go down to the Common Room and get Hermione. Maybe if we eat breakfast our heads will clear."
"Hold on Harry." Ron slowly walked forward, his gaze trained upon his best friend. Harry felt slightly uneasy at the way Ron was coming towards him.
"Um, Ron? What…what are you doing?" Ron stopped a foot away from Harry.
"What did we talk about this morning?" the redhead barked suddenly, and Harry blinked, surprised.
"What? This morning? Ron, are you-"
"Stop stalling and answer the question!" Harry tried not to react to Ron's harshness; he answered, "We were talking about Dobby sleeping in my bed, and how maybe it was really Malfoy. Ron, what's wrong?"
"What did you buy me at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Um…you mean the figurine of Viktor Krum which you dismembered? Uh-"
"What's Percy's owl's name?"
"Percy's owl?" Harry pushed his hair away from his eyes, wondering what
had gotten into Ron. "Oh hell, Ron, I don't know. I know your owl is
Pigwidgeon, which Ginny named, and I know your family owl – wait! I got it!
Hermes!"
Ron eyed him doubtfully, but nodded. "That's right," he admitted. "Perfect prefect Percy got a new owl, and I got an old rat."
"Which Snuffles replaced with an owl," Harry interjected, wanting to prove to Ron that…what was it Ron wanted him to prove? "Why all the questions Ron?"
"Sorry Harry," Ron said, relaxing his tense shoulders. "I just wanted to be sure that you were the real Harry." He narrowed his eyes. "Especially after you suddenly disappeared then reappeared on the other side of the room."
"What? What are you talking about?" Harry gave Ron a strange look. "Perhaps you're feeling a bit light-headed. See, this is why we should go and eat some breakfast! I'm famished, and you're not thinking straight!"
"Harry," said the other boy, folding his arms, "Where is the Invisibility Cloak? Where is the Marauder's Map?"
"Um," Harry thought for a moment. "I lent the Invisibility Cloak to Sirius, and….oh yeah, Lee wanted to borrow the map."
Ron blinked. "Lee?" he repeated stupidly. "Lee Jordan? Why would he need the map when he's got Fred and George?"
"Fred and George had a fight with Lee, so they're not speaking at the moment. Some argument over a girl or something." Harry shrugged. "He asked to borrow it, so I lent it. He doesn't have all the secret passages of the school memorised like the twins do. Okay? This is getting really annoying Ron."
Ron unfolded his arms and sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry Harry," he apologised for the second time that morning, feeling drained. "Let's go meet Hermione."
Coming up...Chapter 7- A Typical Brekkie at Hogwarts
*For the next chapter (don't like to research), could someone please tell me what Arithmancy is? What does one learn in it?