Harry awoke in his room with a splitting headache. His arm was so soar, and
it felt like it had been broken. He looked down, and realized at one why.
The three glass marbles where now stuck in his skin. There was an emerald
green one, a maroon one, and a purple one. He ran his fingers over the
bumpy surface.
"So it wasn't a dream after all. I wonder what they are for." Harry
muttered to himself. A voice came into his head. It sounded like the older
version of himself again.
"Each of your spirit guides has given you a wishing orb. They can only
aid you in your help for Ron. You have three wishes. You cannot wish for
Ron to choose you over the other life, you cannot wish for any
dismemberment. You may not wish for more wishes. You may not wish for
anyone in his world to be damaged. You may not wish him ill, injured, dead.
You know the drill. You only have two days to change his mind. Choose your
wishes wisely. Hermione has decided to give you a viewing mirror, which she
left in your top drawer of your nightstand. It shall show you all that Ron
is doing at the time." The voice suddenly stopped.
"Great. This is not going to be easy." Harry whispered to himself. He
walked over to his nightstand, and pulled the viewing mirror out. It was
black with Chinese dragons on carved into the frame. Their eyes were
golden. In the center was a circular mirror. He looked into it, and it only
showed himself.
"Mirror. ON!?" He tried, he got nothing.
"Show me Ron." He told it, and his face faded from the glass. He saw Ron,
sitting on the Lake shore, talking to Hermione. He looked so happy. Harry
suddenly thought of his first wish.
"I wish that Ron had two more weeks to make his decision." Harry said
looking at his arm. The first marble, a maroon one, fell out of his arm,
and onto the floor.
"The choice is made. Ron has sixteen days to complete his decision. Keep
the wishing orb, or the wish will not work. Keep it on the chain in your
drawer, and keep it around your neck. Wishing orbs are very powerful, and
very valuable." Said the voice in his head. He went back up to the drawer,
and found the chain. It very beautiful and very shiny. He placed the orb
beside the chain, and it automatically fitted itself to the chain; he
placed it around his neck.
He went back to looking in the mirror.
Ron suddenly was interrupted, when a voice came into his head. "A friend is helping you by wishing for more time. You now have sixteen days to make your decision." The voice said. Ron was frightened. Oh great, now he was hearing voices. "Sixteen days? Oh thank heavens! Now I have a proper amount of time to think this through." Ron said to himself. "What did you say?" Asked Hermione. Ron told her it was nothing, and they decided it was time for bed. They walked back up to the school. Just as they entered the Entrance Hall, they heard voices. Ron dragged Hermione into a shadowy area and listened deeply. "Tell me all you know about Weasley!" Said the first voice. It was distinctively a female. "Which one!" said a very shaky voice? Ron recognized the second immediately. Neville. "The Slytherin. I need him." The first voice commanded. "Ron? Why would you need him?" Neville asked the girl in a very frightened tone of voice. "Yes.yes.Tell me about him." Said the girl again. "He comes from a big family. His only sibling who still goes here with him is a fifth year, Ginny." Neville said, his voice still shaking. "Your information is quite useful."The girl told him, and she threw him to the ground. She walked away, and Ron finally caught a glimpse of her; Reign Lamia. Ron and Hermione quickly ran over to Neville. He was still lying on the ground, and he looked as if he where in tears. "Neville, are you alright?" Ron asked, giving him a hand and helping him up. "Fine, I guess.Thanks. I guess I should tell you that that girl is going to do something with your sister! It's all my fault. I know I don't know you hardly at all, but I am very sorry." Neville said, as he kept apologizing over and over. "It's okay. We heard everything. I wonder what she wants with my sister." Ron said questioningly. Hermione looked at him suddenly. They said their good-byes to Neville, and walked to a secluded area. "Remember what you said about Dumbledoor saying someone had to have lived, well what if it's her?" Hermione told him quickly. "How would she know it was me though, Hermione? It seems very impossible doesn't it?" Ron asked her. "Not if she is that obsessed with researching everything. Everything did seem to go very hazy about the time when you say you showed up. You created us, and maybe she is just very mad. Not only that, but she seems like a person whom is very engaged in the Dark Arts. Maybe she knows a spell that can find someone under the influence of the Wish Spell." Hermione said. Ron noticed that she wasn't even out of breath from that ordeal. "The Wish Spell?" Asked Ron; He had never heard of it before. "Yes. Optare Magus. You know, the spell that Dumbledoor put on you!" Hermione said; As if Ron would actually KNOW that. "Are there spells that can help someone find someone under a certain spell?" Ron asked; this was all making him dizzy. "I think I've read about them! Don't worry Ron, I'll go and look them up for you!" Hermione said, and she ran up the staircase to her common room. He decided that he would just go and take a nap, he would catch up with Hermione later. When he got back to his dorm, he was surprised, but then furious to see Malfoy sitting there all alone. He was sitting on his own bed staring at the wall. The anger faded from Ron, as he remembered that the kidnapping wasn't Draco's fault. "Hey Draco, it's good to see you back." Said Ron to him with a good smile. Draco turned around, and Ron could instantly tell that Draco had been crying. It was so odd to see it, but it must have been something really bad to make Malfoy cry. Ron shot him a worried glance. "I'm sorry. It's It's my mother." Draco said quietly. "What happened?" Ron asked him. "She died." Draco said to him, and then burst into tears again.
Ron suddenly was interrupted, when a voice came into his head. "A friend is helping you by wishing for more time. You now have sixteen days to make your decision." The voice said. Ron was frightened. Oh great, now he was hearing voices. "Sixteen days? Oh thank heavens! Now I have a proper amount of time to think this through." Ron said to himself. "What did you say?" Asked Hermione. Ron told her it was nothing, and they decided it was time for bed. They walked back up to the school. Just as they entered the Entrance Hall, they heard voices. Ron dragged Hermione into a shadowy area and listened deeply. "Tell me all you know about Weasley!" Said the first voice. It was distinctively a female. "Which one!" said a very shaky voice? Ron recognized the second immediately. Neville. "The Slytherin. I need him." The first voice commanded. "Ron? Why would you need him?" Neville asked the girl in a very frightened tone of voice. "Yes.yes.Tell me about him." Said the girl again. "He comes from a big family. His only sibling who still goes here with him is a fifth year, Ginny." Neville said, his voice still shaking. "Your information is quite useful."The girl told him, and she threw him to the ground. She walked away, and Ron finally caught a glimpse of her; Reign Lamia. Ron and Hermione quickly ran over to Neville. He was still lying on the ground, and he looked as if he where in tears. "Neville, are you alright?" Ron asked, giving him a hand and helping him up. "Fine, I guess.Thanks. I guess I should tell you that that girl is going to do something with your sister! It's all my fault. I know I don't know you hardly at all, but I am very sorry." Neville said, as he kept apologizing over and over. "It's okay. We heard everything. I wonder what she wants with my sister." Ron said questioningly. Hermione looked at him suddenly. They said their good-byes to Neville, and walked to a secluded area. "Remember what you said about Dumbledoor saying someone had to have lived, well what if it's her?" Hermione told him quickly. "How would she know it was me though, Hermione? It seems very impossible doesn't it?" Ron asked her. "Not if she is that obsessed with researching everything. Everything did seem to go very hazy about the time when you say you showed up. You created us, and maybe she is just very mad. Not only that, but she seems like a person whom is very engaged in the Dark Arts. Maybe she knows a spell that can find someone under the influence of the Wish Spell." Hermione said. Ron noticed that she wasn't even out of breath from that ordeal. "The Wish Spell?" Asked Ron; He had never heard of it before. "Yes. Optare Magus. You know, the spell that Dumbledoor put on you!" Hermione said; As if Ron would actually KNOW that. "Are there spells that can help someone find someone under a certain spell?" Ron asked; this was all making him dizzy. "I think I've read about them! Don't worry Ron, I'll go and look them up for you!" Hermione said, and she ran up the staircase to her common room. He decided that he would just go and take a nap, he would catch up with Hermione later. When he got back to his dorm, he was surprised, but then furious to see Malfoy sitting there all alone. He was sitting on his own bed staring at the wall. The anger faded from Ron, as he remembered that the kidnapping wasn't Draco's fault. "Hey Draco, it's good to see you back." Said Ron to him with a good smile. Draco turned around, and Ron could instantly tell that Draco had been crying. It was so odd to see it, but it must have been something really bad to make Malfoy cry. Ron shot him a worried glance. "I'm sorry. It's It's my mother." Draco said quietly. "What happened?" Ron asked him. "She died." Draco said to him, and then burst into tears again.