Ron walked up the hallways, until he came to that all to familiar statue of
a bird. He had really wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledor, but he didn't
know the password. Suddenly, the passage opened, and Professor Dumbledor
came out.
"I saw you outside, while I was meditating. Please come into my office." The old man said with a bright smile. Ron followed him, and entered the familiar office. He found himself a seat and sat down.
"What can I do for you Mister Weasley?" said the old man. "I really just needed someone to talk to." Ron told him shyly. "I'm listening." Again, the old man smiled. Ron sighed deeply and began. "Okay. Harry is my best friend, and I would never want anything to happen to him. The only problem is, he gets so much attention, and everyone and everything know exactly who and what he is. I must sound really selfish." He told the headmaster. "No not at all. It is only natural that you should feel these feelings." "Well anyways, I know he has done a lot for the wizarding world, and even the muggle world. But lately, I've been thinking about how life would have been if someone else would have been the "Boy Who Lived"." Ron told him. He felt really bad, but he felt better at least from telling someone what he thought. Professor Dumbledor laughed slightly. "Don't worry my boy! I have just the trick for you. I can let you be without Harry for one week. Then, you may choose if you like your new life or your old life." The old man told him in his mysterious voice. Ron was very confused. "I can see what its like? When can I try it?" Asked Ron, who was still very confused. Dumbledor waved his wand, and muttered some words. Ron couldn't hear them however, because his body seemed to be getting very heavy, until his whole being seemed to be made into a puddle. Then suddenly, his world went black.
Ron awoke early the next morning. His head was throbbing, and when he tried to get up, he was too dizzy and fell back down. When he finally did get up, he was amazed at what he saw. He wasn't in his dormitory. There weren't any maroon and gold scarves lying at the end of the bed. Instead, there were green and silver. Instead of happy cheerful faces, there where the faces of Slytherins. The faces of his enemies. He almost screamed, but contained himself, and quickly got up. At the end of his bed was his trunk. Finally something familiar. He opened in, and was surprised to see the large quantity of letters. He opened the oldest looking one, and started to read it.
Ron, We just got the owl from Percy. He told us you became a Slytherin. How on earth did that happen? We are very disappointed. You are the first Weasley who has ever been in Slytherin. Your running our family straight into the ground. Why hadn't you just made some friends. Maybe then you wouldn't be dining with serpents. We are sorry, but always remember that we still love you. Love, Mum
He read it, and his face twisted. What had he done? This had been the worst thing he had ever read in his whole life, and he would have received a thousand howlers any day more graciously than ever want to read anything like this again. He dug into his chest, and found some clothes. He put them on, and went into the common room. Someone suddenly called his name.
"Ron! Ron! Come here!" Said the voice. It was so familiar. He looked around, and a very confused look came across his face. Who was calling him? "Over here Ron!" Said the voice. He finally found where it was coming from, and he turned around. It was Draco Malfoy, but he was alone, and wasn't being followed by his two body guards. Ron tried to calmly walk up to him. "Good morning.What's wrong with you?" Asked Malfoy. He was actually sounding nice. Ron almost choked. "I, yeah, just feel a little sick. I'll be fine. So what are we doing today?" Asked Ron to Malfoy; supposedly, they were friends. "Quidditch practice, first thing. Are you ready to go yet?" Asked Malfoy. Ron was shocked. "I'm.I'M on the Quidditch team?" Asked Ron, who was barely able to contain himself. "Yeah. Your Captain.Are you sure you're okay?" Malfoy was giving Ron weird looks now. "Sorry, must have forgotten.or something. I guess we better get going then." Ron said gleefully. "Hold on there. We've got to have breakfast first." Malfoy was smiling now.
"I saw you outside, while I was meditating. Please come into my office." The old man said with a bright smile. Ron followed him, and entered the familiar office. He found himself a seat and sat down.
"What can I do for you Mister Weasley?" said the old man. "I really just needed someone to talk to." Ron told him shyly. "I'm listening." Again, the old man smiled. Ron sighed deeply and began. "Okay. Harry is my best friend, and I would never want anything to happen to him. The only problem is, he gets so much attention, and everyone and everything know exactly who and what he is. I must sound really selfish." He told the headmaster. "No not at all. It is only natural that you should feel these feelings." "Well anyways, I know he has done a lot for the wizarding world, and even the muggle world. But lately, I've been thinking about how life would have been if someone else would have been the "Boy Who Lived"." Ron told him. He felt really bad, but he felt better at least from telling someone what he thought. Professor Dumbledor laughed slightly. "Don't worry my boy! I have just the trick for you. I can let you be without Harry for one week. Then, you may choose if you like your new life or your old life." The old man told him in his mysterious voice. Ron was very confused. "I can see what its like? When can I try it?" Asked Ron, who was still very confused. Dumbledor waved his wand, and muttered some words. Ron couldn't hear them however, because his body seemed to be getting very heavy, until his whole being seemed to be made into a puddle. Then suddenly, his world went black.
Ron awoke early the next morning. His head was throbbing, and when he tried to get up, he was too dizzy and fell back down. When he finally did get up, he was amazed at what he saw. He wasn't in his dormitory. There weren't any maroon and gold scarves lying at the end of the bed. Instead, there were green and silver. Instead of happy cheerful faces, there where the faces of Slytherins. The faces of his enemies. He almost screamed, but contained himself, and quickly got up. At the end of his bed was his trunk. Finally something familiar. He opened in, and was surprised to see the large quantity of letters. He opened the oldest looking one, and started to read it.
Ron, We just got the owl from Percy. He told us you became a Slytherin. How on earth did that happen? We are very disappointed. You are the first Weasley who has ever been in Slytherin. Your running our family straight into the ground. Why hadn't you just made some friends. Maybe then you wouldn't be dining with serpents. We are sorry, but always remember that we still love you. Love, Mum
He read it, and his face twisted. What had he done? This had been the worst thing he had ever read in his whole life, and he would have received a thousand howlers any day more graciously than ever want to read anything like this again. He dug into his chest, and found some clothes. He put them on, and went into the common room. Someone suddenly called his name.
"Ron! Ron! Come here!" Said the voice. It was so familiar. He looked around, and a very confused look came across his face. Who was calling him? "Over here Ron!" Said the voice. He finally found where it was coming from, and he turned around. It was Draco Malfoy, but he was alone, and wasn't being followed by his two body guards. Ron tried to calmly walk up to him. "Good morning.What's wrong with you?" Asked Malfoy. He was actually sounding nice. Ron almost choked. "I, yeah, just feel a little sick. I'll be fine. So what are we doing today?" Asked Ron to Malfoy; supposedly, they were friends. "Quidditch practice, first thing. Are you ready to go yet?" Asked Malfoy. Ron was shocked. "I'm.I'M on the Quidditch team?" Asked Ron, who was barely able to contain himself. "Yeah. Your Captain.Are you sure you're okay?" Malfoy was giving Ron weird looks now. "Sorry, must have forgotten.or something. I guess we better get going then." Ron said gleefully. "Hold on there. We've got to have breakfast first." Malfoy was smiling now.