Harry sighed and slammed his fingers down on the piano in
exasperation, creating a loud clamor of notes. He'd been attempting to
compose the last verse of the song he was going to sing at the funeral,
which was a good 15 hours away. A very disgruntled Ronald Weasley stumbled
out of the guestroom in which he was slumbering in to find out who or what
in bloody hell was making that racket. Unfortunately, Ron wasn't quite
awake yet and he slammed into a closed door, which he had thought was a
hallway.
"Shit! God Dammit!" Ron's sleep deprived voice rang out. In response to their door being met with Ron's body, Ginny threw a shoe, that happened to be nearby, at the door whilst mumbling to Hermione to go back to sleep. Grumbling to himself, Ron continued down the hallway and successfully managed to make it to the piano room, where Harry was now cursing at the piano and sending deathly looks at it. Ron was not a happy camper.
"HARRY! Have you any bloody idea what time it is?! Two in the bloody mornin' Harry, two in the bloody morning!" Ron half yelled at his friend. In response, Harry just nodded at his friend and rose from the bench, still glaring at the piano.
"The damned thing is cursed Ron, I swear it, it's cursed so that I..." Harry's rambling was cut off by the screaming voice that was heard echoing down the hall.
"RONALD! RONALD! WHERE ARE YE RONALD?! I KNOW IT! THE BLOODY DEMONS TOOK YE! THEY TOOK YE, THEY TOOK M' RON! RON! BLOODY DEMONS TOOK M' RON!" came the slurred voice of a drunken Pansy bellowing down the hall.
That did it. Three angry, exhausted, and completely pissed off couples flung open their doors and emerged from their rooms, in full slumber attire. Sirius and Remus came out first; the lycanthropist had quite a menacing look on his face, despite the fuzzy, pink bathrobe, which he was currently donning. Sirius looked as though he was going to skin and eat whomever had just disrupted him and Remus.
Next came out Ginny and Hermione. Hermione was holding back a blood thirsty Ginny. It was rather clear that Hermione was the calmer of the couple.
Finally, Crabbe and Goyle came grumpily out of their room. Neither of them looked too dangerous, but both a wee bit annoyed that their pleasant reveries were disrupted. All of the couples stalked to the room at the far end of the hall. Sirius, unfortunately for Pansy, was the first one to get inside.
"IT'S TWO O'FUCKING CLOCK IN THE MORNING! EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE IS TRYING TO SLEEP! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DO..."Sirius' roaring voice was met by a pitiful wail from Pansy.
"I'm sssso sorry Mr. Black, but them, them, them demons, they've took m' Ron, they've took m' Ron, m'Ro...RON!" Pansy jumped up from her bed and drunkenly stumbled past everyone who was gathered around her bed, knocking into Ginny on the way. She then proceeded to pull Ron into a death-tight embrace. Ron sheepishly hugged Pansy whilst rolling his eyes at his drunken girlfriend. Suddenly Pansy dashed out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom and promptly began to vomit.
"God damn that woman, I swear. I'm sorry about all this everyone, please don't pay her any mind-she's drunk off her ass." Ron tried to apologize for his girlfriend.
"I don't know what you see in her Ron, really I don't" Sirius spat out.
"He loves her Siri, that's enough for me." came the now fully calmed voice of Remus Lupin. "Back to bed, love, back to bed" Remus smiled gently at Ron as he ushered his protesting husband back to the master bedroom.
"Harry, go to bed now. Please. Save the music for later, you have a long day ahead of you and you need your rest. Please Har." yawned Ron.
"I'm going to hit the sack myself in a few, I'm going to take care of her" he jerked his thumb down the hall, "then get to bed. Night Har." Ron said and shuffled down the hall to tend to his girlfriend. The remaining couples nodded at Harry and slowly walked back to their rooms. Being left alone and indeed rather tired, Harry decided to take his best friend's advice and turn in. He walked painfully slow down the hallway, almost fearing closing his eyes. Ron's soothing voice was heard slightly echoing down the hall for a few minutes until Pansy passed out again.
Harry lied down on the bed and closed his eyes, already knowing what would be lurking behind his eyelids. The same scene would replay repeatedly in his mind; it seemed as though it was destined to haunt Harry for the remainder of his days.
The accident.
"Shit! God Dammit!" Ron's sleep deprived voice rang out. In response to their door being met with Ron's body, Ginny threw a shoe, that happened to be nearby, at the door whilst mumbling to Hermione to go back to sleep. Grumbling to himself, Ron continued down the hallway and successfully managed to make it to the piano room, where Harry was now cursing at the piano and sending deathly looks at it. Ron was not a happy camper.
"HARRY! Have you any bloody idea what time it is?! Two in the bloody mornin' Harry, two in the bloody morning!" Ron half yelled at his friend. In response, Harry just nodded at his friend and rose from the bench, still glaring at the piano.
"The damned thing is cursed Ron, I swear it, it's cursed so that I..." Harry's rambling was cut off by the screaming voice that was heard echoing down the hall.
"RONALD! RONALD! WHERE ARE YE RONALD?! I KNOW IT! THE BLOODY DEMONS TOOK YE! THEY TOOK YE, THEY TOOK M' RON! RON! BLOODY DEMONS TOOK M' RON!" came the slurred voice of a drunken Pansy bellowing down the hall.
That did it. Three angry, exhausted, and completely pissed off couples flung open their doors and emerged from their rooms, in full slumber attire. Sirius and Remus came out first; the lycanthropist had quite a menacing look on his face, despite the fuzzy, pink bathrobe, which he was currently donning. Sirius looked as though he was going to skin and eat whomever had just disrupted him and Remus.
Next came out Ginny and Hermione. Hermione was holding back a blood thirsty Ginny. It was rather clear that Hermione was the calmer of the couple.
Finally, Crabbe and Goyle came grumpily out of their room. Neither of them looked too dangerous, but both a wee bit annoyed that their pleasant reveries were disrupted. All of the couples stalked to the room at the far end of the hall. Sirius, unfortunately for Pansy, was the first one to get inside.
"IT'S TWO O'FUCKING CLOCK IN THE MORNING! EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE IS TRYING TO SLEEP! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DO..."Sirius' roaring voice was met by a pitiful wail from Pansy.
"I'm sssso sorry Mr. Black, but them, them, them demons, they've took m' Ron, they've took m' Ron, m'Ro...RON!" Pansy jumped up from her bed and drunkenly stumbled past everyone who was gathered around her bed, knocking into Ginny on the way. She then proceeded to pull Ron into a death-tight embrace. Ron sheepishly hugged Pansy whilst rolling his eyes at his drunken girlfriend. Suddenly Pansy dashed out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom and promptly began to vomit.
"God damn that woman, I swear. I'm sorry about all this everyone, please don't pay her any mind-she's drunk off her ass." Ron tried to apologize for his girlfriend.
"I don't know what you see in her Ron, really I don't" Sirius spat out.
"He loves her Siri, that's enough for me." came the now fully calmed voice of Remus Lupin. "Back to bed, love, back to bed" Remus smiled gently at Ron as he ushered his protesting husband back to the master bedroom.
"Harry, go to bed now. Please. Save the music for later, you have a long day ahead of you and you need your rest. Please Har." yawned Ron.
"I'm going to hit the sack myself in a few, I'm going to take care of her" he jerked his thumb down the hall, "then get to bed. Night Har." Ron said and shuffled down the hall to tend to his girlfriend. The remaining couples nodded at Harry and slowly walked back to their rooms. Being left alone and indeed rather tired, Harry decided to take his best friend's advice and turn in. He walked painfully slow down the hallway, almost fearing closing his eyes. Ron's soothing voice was heard slightly echoing down the hall for a few minutes until Pansy passed out again.
Harry lied down on the bed and closed his eyes, already knowing what would be lurking behind his eyelids. The same scene would replay repeatedly in his mind; it seemed as though it was destined to haunt Harry for the remainder of his days.
The accident.