Sorry i haven't updated in so long :(
OK, what's the deal? I used to get atleast one review a week... now it's like none. Is it just boring or are people not intrested any more? I might as well stop if i don't get any more reviews. I need feedback here (i feel like a director). Even though i dont' want to end this story... i will. I'm sorry if this story is babble to you.
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"I'm next," Ron told the others
"Ok," was all Harry could say.
"Be careful," Hermonie looked really concerned for Ron.
"Yeah, yeah. I will." Ron took the next tablet and placed it in his mouth like Neville did. "Urgh!" Ron Exlaimed, "Worse than Bertie Botts earwax jelly bean!" Before he could hear the comments from Harry and Hermonie he blacked out. He could feel himself hit the floor hard.
His head started to throb. "Maybe i hit the bed" He thought to himself. He opened his eyes slowly. Bright lights stung his eyes. Bringing up his arms in front of his face, he stood up and walked foward. A doorway appeared before him.
"Am, I dead?" He asked himself.
Ron went through the doorway and found himself in the Great hall. Everyone was there. Except for some people. It seemed like the whole Slyterin House was gone. Even Snape. This made Ron happy. Very happy. He walked over the Gryffindor table and Sat next to Harry and Hermonie. Fred and George seemed to have started a food fight with the Hufflepuff table. He looked up at Dumbledore, and the Headmaster didn't seem to mind. Ron was joining in every so often.
Harry begain tugging on Ron's robes. Hermonie's and Harry's mouths were moving but nothing seemed to come out. They did look a little scared to him. He got up and followed the couple down the halls adn outside to the Quidditch field. Harry pointed to Ron then his Firebolt. Ron understood completely. He was to play Quidittch finally. He was waiting to play with his brothers since he got to Hogwarts.
Ron kicked off the ground and the people below him got smaller and smaller as he rose. The crisp air going through his hair and fluttering his robes was sensational. He never wanted to stop. He snaped out of his daze and found he couldn't stop flying higher. Everyone below were little periods at the end of a sentance. The Clouds above him now were around him. He just couldn't stop. The only way to stop rising was to jump off.
Ron looked down again and swallowed hard. He had to. Fear and panic rushed through his vains. Drops of sweat formed on his brow. White knuckles were seen through his Quidditch gloves. Breathing was getting harder at such a high elavation. Taking in a choking deep breath, he let go of the broom stick.
Air rushed through his hair harder than before. Ron's arms flapped hoping to grab on to something. What felt like bird he was hitting were hitting his robes hard. It started to hurt. The pain crept up down his back to his legs. Shutting his eyes, he finally relaxed his body. He blacked out before he landed.
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"Do you think he's ok?"
"I don't know. Good thing we caught him."
"We should have used a spell, Harry."
There was no time for that," Responded Harry.
Hermonie and Harry shut the curtians around Ron's bed. The heard Ron starting to stir, but his body soon relaxed. Harry and Hermonie ended up pulling Ron back through a window to save his life. Being six stories up from the ground would have killed him. Magic didn't cross either of their minds as a way to save him.
"Should we still do this?" Hermonie asked. "I don't want one of use being injured while the other three are passed out."
"Ron seemed to be having fun in his world, unlike Nevielle."
"Harry," She paused. "I'm scared of what I'll dream up."
"So am I."
