"Oh. Oh! I've got one. I used to know this guy. He was really cool, and he
stuck up for his friends all the time. Lets just say his name was Harry."
He winked at her." Well, Harry had this archenemy, who's name is going to
be Tom. Well anyways, one day Harry and his two best friends were out for a
stroll, when Tom and his friends arrived. Well they started putting down
one of Harry's friends. They called her a mudblood."
"Oh that's horrible!" Hermione interrupted.
"I know, but it couldn't be helped. Anyways, back to the story. Harry got
really mad, and decided he was going to try and put some hexes on Tom.
However, he had broken his wand earlier that year, and the spell backfired.
Harry was coughing up slugs for hours." He told her ending the story.
"Eck! Harry was a really good friend wasn't he?" Hermione asked. Ron
nodded. "What ever happened to Harry?" she asked again.
"He's.He's only a memory, lost in the sands of time." Ron told her. He
didn't want to stay on this subject anymore, so he started telling her more
stories about his life.
It was starting to get dark by the time they returned to the castle. Dinner
was already being served, and they snuck into the hall as quietly as they
could. They said their good-byes to each other, and went to their separate
tables.
Ron sat alone. He didn't want to hear anymore taunting and teasing. Even as
he ate, he heard the talk of the other Slytherins, and how they were all
thinking of some way to get him thrown off the Quidditch team.
Ron didn't eat much, but he quickly left, and tried to find his common
room.
It was late when he finally remembered where it was at. He quickly slipped
into bed however, and was off to a somewhat peaceful rest.
That is until he was retched awake. He looked up and opened his eyes; it was Malfoy. He pointed his want at Ron, and muttered a spell. Suddenly, Ron was unable to make any sounds. He couldn't scream or talk. Malfoy grabbed him, and put another spell on him, making his whole body feel like stone. Then a large fist came into his vision. He was knocked out cold.
When he awoke, several long minutes later, he didn't know where he was. He could move and talk now, but he didn't do either, for fear of what may happen. It was really dark, and Ron wanted his wand. He made a mental note to himself to always have it with him, even in bed. "Hello?" Ron suddenly yelled. A torch above him lighted itself. He could finally see where he was. He was in some sort of small cavern. It seemed to be connected to the school, however, and it didn't look like it was ever used often. He got up from his resting place, and looked around. The cavern seemed to go deeper in front of him. There were also passages to the left and right; the left seeming dark and old, and the right having odd plant forms growing up the walls. He decided he would go straight. He didn't know why, but it seemed right to him. As he walked along the long passage, torches flickered to life. The ground beneath him was very soft, and very flat. As he walked, his feet seemed to sink into the soil. It wasn't fifteen minutes, before the mud was over his feet. Then it wasn't an hour, before he was waist deep in the mud. He was tired and hungry; he hadn't really eaten the night before. He really needed to rest. He decided that he would lean up against the cave wall, and get a little bit of sleep. As he slept, he dreamt of food. When he awoke, he yawned but choked. Something sticky was covering his whole body. He tried to get out of it, but he couldn't. He tried harder to look at his situation more clearly. Suddenly, he understood what was going on. He was stuck in a giant spider web, and he felt about ready to faint. He tried with all of his might to get out of the mess, but it was too thick. A spider ran across his chest, and suddenly he passed out. When he awoke several moments later, he though he was dead. "Oh My! Am I dead?" He said suddenly. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a great giant of a man over him; it was Hagrid.
"Are ye okay?" Said the giant. "I think so. Did you save me? Thank-you Hagrid!" Ron told him gratefully. "Aye! There was no need to be saved, they weren't gonna hurt ya, they were just usin you as a wall decoration!" Hagrid suddenly burst into laughter. "Hagrid! How do we get out of here? And what time is it? I'm going to miss the Quidditch game!" Said Ron frantically. In the distance, there was a loud bark, followed by sounds of fighting. "Oh no, I've gotta get going, but if ye just keep goin straight, you'll get out of here in no time!" Said the giant quickly. Ron turned around to argue, but Hagrid wasn't there anymore. So Ron kept going.
It was almost three hours before Ron saw light. He ran to the source, but found it was a locked door. He tried so hard to open to open the door, but he had no luck. He would just have to stay there until someone found him. He pounded on the door for what seemed like hours. The door creaked open, and standing in the doorway was Hermione. Ron was so happy that he could kiss her, and he would have if he hadn't passed out right there.
That is until he was retched awake. He looked up and opened his eyes; it was Malfoy. He pointed his want at Ron, and muttered a spell. Suddenly, Ron was unable to make any sounds. He couldn't scream or talk. Malfoy grabbed him, and put another spell on him, making his whole body feel like stone. Then a large fist came into his vision. He was knocked out cold.
When he awoke, several long minutes later, he didn't know where he was. He could move and talk now, but he didn't do either, for fear of what may happen. It was really dark, and Ron wanted his wand. He made a mental note to himself to always have it with him, even in bed. "Hello?" Ron suddenly yelled. A torch above him lighted itself. He could finally see where he was. He was in some sort of small cavern. It seemed to be connected to the school, however, and it didn't look like it was ever used often. He got up from his resting place, and looked around. The cavern seemed to go deeper in front of him. There were also passages to the left and right; the left seeming dark and old, and the right having odd plant forms growing up the walls. He decided he would go straight. He didn't know why, but it seemed right to him. As he walked along the long passage, torches flickered to life. The ground beneath him was very soft, and very flat. As he walked, his feet seemed to sink into the soil. It wasn't fifteen minutes, before the mud was over his feet. Then it wasn't an hour, before he was waist deep in the mud. He was tired and hungry; he hadn't really eaten the night before. He really needed to rest. He decided that he would lean up against the cave wall, and get a little bit of sleep. As he slept, he dreamt of food. When he awoke, he yawned but choked. Something sticky was covering his whole body. He tried to get out of it, but he couldn't. He tried harder to look at his situation more clearly. Suddenly, he understood what was going on. He was stuck in a giant spider web, and he felt about ready to faint. He tried with all of his might to get out of the mess, but it was too thick. A spider ran across his chest, and suddenly he passed out. When he awoke several moments later, he though he was dead. "Oh My! Am I dead?" He said suddenly. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a great giant of a man over him; it was Hagrid.
"Are ye okay?" Said the giant. "I think so. Did you save me? Thank-you Hagrid!" Ron told him gratefully. "Aye! There was no need to be saved, they weren't gonna hurt ya, they were just usin you as a wall decoration!" Hagrid suddenly burst into laughter. "Hagrid! How do we get out of here? And what time is it? I'm going to miss the Quidditch game!" Said Ron frantically. In the distance, there was a loud bark, followed by sounds of fighting. "Oh no, I've gotta get going, but if ye just keep goin straight, you'll get out of here in no time!" Said the giant quickly. Ron turned around to argue, but Hagrid wasn't there anymore. So Ron kept going.
It was almost three hours before Ron saw light. He ran to the source, but found it was a locked door. He tried so hard to open to open the door, but he had no luck. He would just have to stay there until someone found him. He pounded on the door for what seemed like hours. The door creaked open, and standing in the doorway was Hermione. Ron was so happy that he could kiss her, and he would have if he hadn't passed out right there.