SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1Chapter 1 - In The Flesh?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling. All Lyrics (In asterisks) Belong to Pink Floyd, written by Roger Waters (Ex-Bass), David Gilmour (Guitars), and Bob Ezrin
(Producer, The Wall).
*So you thought you might like to go to the show.*
Ron threw the quaffle to back to Colin. He turned on his broom and curtly nodded at the spectators' huge rounds of applause at his miraculous save. He knew that they were all there to see him, the star keeper of the Gryffindor team. Even Hermione was there. He thought. But did it really matter?
*To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.*
With his chest jutted out, if that was possible on a broom, he wove in and out of the goal hoops, and then made another superb save, much to the delight of his fans. That's it. His fans. He waved stiffly at them, as the wind blew across his perfectly slicked-back, flaming-red hair. One of them particularly stood out.
*Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see?*
It was Hermione. She was crying massively, all alone. Ron shook himself. What did he care? He was the star Quidditch player at Hogwarts. He had legions of screaming fans to screw around with.
*If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to blow your way through this disguise.*
But he looked at Hermione again. She mouthed something at him. It looked like a plead. Just then, he blocked another Slytherin chaser's pathetic attempt to score! She had almost made him miss a goal. He raised one particular finger (A.N: If you don't know what finger this is, you probably shouldn't be reading this.), and screamed, "LOOK WHAT YOU ALMOST MADE ME DO YOU GODDAMN STUPID BITCH!" Hermione must have heard him, because she ran out of sight immediately.
Most of the story from here will be a flash back, leading up to here.
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