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CHAPTER 5

AS TOLD BY RON

HERMIONE LOOKED COMPLETELY SICK WHEN HAGRID said that we'd be stuck here. I think she already knew that, but hearing it out loud sent her over the edge.

Her face drained of color, and she sat down on the floor.

"Are you OK?" I asked her.

"No, Ron! I'm not. And this is all you're fault. If you hadn't dragged me on this trip-"

"Hermione, don't get started with that shit," I yelled at her.

She stood up, "Hagrid, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go make some tea."

Hermione got up, gave me a look like she wanted me to go and jump off the boat and headed into the tiny kitchen.

"Everything's always my fault," I groaned.

"That's how it is, the girlfriend always gets her way," Hagrid muttered.

I looked at him in confusion, "Huh? Hermione's not my girlfriend."

Hagrid let out a deranged snort-laugh, and frankly it scared me very much, "Well, yeh two should be married by now! I mean, it'd be less obvious that yeh two were in love wit each other if yeh ran around wit 'I'm in love with Hermione,' or 'I'm in love with Ron' written across your faces in red paint!"

I just stared at Hagrid in disbelief. My first thought way to say, 'Hermione and I are very flirtatious with each other to trick other people into thinking we're in love.' But that sounded really bad, and Hermione never flirted with me. So I took a deep breath, "I'm that obvious?"

"No, Ron, it ain't jus' yeh. It's her too." "But Hermione doesn't like me, like that," I didn't sound like a grown man, but more like a little child.

"Sure she does! So anyway, apologize teh her fer draggin' her on this trip, and tell her how yeh feel," Hagrid laughed.

"Yeah, right, like I'm just going to go up to Hermione and say I'm in love with her! That I've been fuckin' in love with her for eight damn years?"
AS TOLD BY HERMIONE
I HAD NEVER, EVER, FELT LIKE THIS WAY BEFORE. I WAS angry at Ron. But I was more angry at the fact that I hadn't tried to figure out what this thing was. Besides, I needed an excuse to get to the library and looks some stuff up. I figured Ron would be to stubborn to go, so I just wanted to go by myself. That's how I operated, I needed to understand stuff to learn about the problem I was facing, and I was surprised I hadn't thought of the library before hand.

"Yeah, right, like I'm just going to go up to Hermione and say I'm in love with her! That I've been fuckin' in love with her for eight damn years?"

And I heard those words loud and clear, all the way from the kitchen. I don't know for sure, but I think I dropped at plate. I grinned in spite of myself and from the kitchen, I yelled, "Watch your mouth!" Ron didn't answer, but in the next second he came strutting into the kitchen, Hagrid close behind. "You heard that?"

I nodded.

"You heard all of it?" Ron said in absolute horror.

I had two options a) kiss him or b) mess around with his head a little bit more. (A/N people in the background screaming 'PICK A') Well, I thought, I know he likes me. I had been waiting for this moment for eight years, and, what the hell, I could wait a few more hours.

"Ron, let me explain something to you, when you scream people with functioning ears can hear you," I told him calmly.

"ALL OF IT!" Ron yelled.

"You need voice control," I said. "Anyway, I have to go, I'm going to the library to look up information about the monster. You coming?"

"Hermione," Ron took a deep breath. "Can we talk about this?"

I looked at him, and I realized the real reason I had picked 'B.' I was scared of talking to Ron about this.

AS TOLD BY RON

SOMETIMES I REALLY HATE HERMIONE. AND DURING THE conversation we were having in the kitchen, these were one of those moments. Hagrid said he catch up with us later.

I looked at her in disbelief and followed her out the door of our room and into the library.

The library was a really nice room. Filled with books on golden book shelves. And the tables had soft squishy chairs and couches seated around them. There were even chairs hanging from the ceiling and it looked to me if you pointed your wand at the chairs and said, 'Chair' then it would sink and land on the ground and you'd sit on it and then say 'up' and you'd rise.

Hermione was positively in shock, "Ron! It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"

"Hermione, it's a library," I told her.

"Don't get all sarcastic with me, Ron. You have to admit it's.... creative. But I wonder where the librarians are, I have to find the monster books," Hermione said. She began to survey the room.

A little short witch came up to us, "May I help you?"

Hermione nodded, "I need to find the books on monsters."

The witch's face dropped and she looked like she had just swallowed a lemon, "They're all checked out."

"All of them?" I asked in amazement.

She nodded.

"But, there must be thousands of books here! How can all of the monster ones be gone?"

"Dearie, everyone had the same idea as you," the bitch, oops, I mean witch snapped and walked away.

"Hermione, let's go-" I started.

"No, I have another idea," Hermione said.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

Hermione sighed, "Do you really think, that the monster would be in the library's books? I think, Ron, that it was part Dementor or something else."

"Why would you think that?"

"You know how it makes people feel. So we need spell books," Hermione said to me.

"Why?"

"To try and figure out a variation of a Patronus that will stop... um... bad memories that haven't exactly happened yet," Hermione explained.

"OK, Hermione, one thing, I have no clue what you're talking about," I told her.

"OK. Dementors bring back the worst memories into your mind, and take away everything happy about you. But this thing takes away all your memories, and everything. Then it shows you your worst fears, for me it was you and all the other people I love dying. A Patronus only works if you think of a really good memory. I have the feeling that the only way we can ward off the monster is if we think of a wish. Something we really want to happen, a good thing that we want to happen. But, I don't know if you say 'Expecto patronum' or not."

"Hermione! That's brilliant. But if the monster is unknown they won't have a spell against it."
AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

WE WENT THROUGH OVER FIFTY BOOKS AND WE couldn't find one single thing that we were positive would work.

After six hours in the library (at four o'clock in the afternoon) I rubbed my eyes, "Ron we have a few spells, lets go back to the room."

Ron nodded, and picked up the list we had written:

1. Expecto Patronum

2. Drom-naughtnightmare- a spell for good dreams, say it and when you sleep you will have dreams about your greatest goals in life, ect.

3. Ongeagn Sorwe - Anti depressent, makes you find the good in bad and helps you block out the negative thoughts

4. Dêsìderâre Fêlan In Heorte -spell used to create mirror of Erised. See hearts desire in mind.

(A/N for #2 of the list Drom comes from Old Saxon and means 'dream' Naught comets from the Middle English meaning 'not.' Night in the Middle English language is a female demon that harasses sleeping people. Mare in Middle English means 'goblin' and goblins are bad. So the definition for #2 is more or less, dream not nightmare. Now in #3 on the list, Ongeagn means 'against' in Old English. Sorwe in Middle English means 'sorrow', the definition for #3 is against sorrow. In #4 Dêsìdertâre mean 'desire' in Latin. Fêlan means 'felt' or 'feel' in Old English and Hearte means 'heart' in Old English. So the definition is desire felt in heart.)

Back at the room Ron and I talked over the spells, "I think if there's another encounter, we should try all of these. Now we'll split the list up, OK? So we each can have two spells to memorize."

Ron nodded, "I'll take the first two, you can take the second ones."

I laughed, "This should be interesting. We're going to be so happy, we'll be acting like idiots."

Ron grinned, "We'll be acting like we're on dope."

"Oh, I thought you all ready were, sorry," I told him.

"Shut up Hermione."

"Oh come on, it was funny!"

All of a sudden we heard screams, terrifying screams that sounded like a million lives being lost. Ron and I grabbed our wands (and I grabbed the paper) and headed to the door.

Ron said, "Hermione, let's go. Do you have the paper?"

I nodded.

With that Ron and I dashed out into the hall.

The monster's eyes locked on us and at the same time, we both began to yell the spells, but it did nothing, and before long, the terrible visions in our heads were taking over how we were thinking.

"Ongeagn Sorwe," I whispered, "Ongeagn Sorwe."

Ron dying, Harry dying, Mom and Dad, everyone, dying.

I looked around, everyone except Ron and I had fled and the monster was stalking towards us.

"Hermione," Ron whispered. He sounded sick, "We have to get out of here."

But before he could answer, something hard hit us, and I realized that it was the monster's tail. I felt blinded, and more horrible then I had ever felt in my life.

"Hermione," Ron struggled, "Ignore it. Forget it's here."

"That, that's kinda hard to do."

"It'll go away soon."

"What'd you mean?"

"Ten more seconds, Hermione," Ron whispered.

"What?"

But then it was over, the monster vanished, leaving us to sink to the floor.

"Are you all right?" Ron asked.

"I'm fine, can you see all right? Remember what happened last time. We couldn't see. But this time I can, how about you," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. I think we should go, get back to the room," I told him.

"That's a good idea." He stood up and stretched out his hand and helped me to my feet. We had been lucky. "Just one thing I figured out. It can only attack for fifteen minutes at a time. But I don't know why, and I don't know how I figured that out, it just popped into my head."

I smiled at him weakly, "Fifteen minutes of hell."