Chapter 20
As Harry limped down the hall, a voice startled him.
"Harry! Wait up!" Harry turned to see his best friend, Ronald Weasly, running down the
hall. Harry stood in place.
"Harry," gasped Ron, exhausted from the short distance he had sprinted. He really
needed to work out more. Harry liked to work out every day, lifting whatever heaving
object he could find. He had big, muscly muscles to prove it. "Harry," continued Ron. "I
just wanted to tell you that I'm still your friend. Even though you devirginized my other
best friend, I still like you."
"Um...thanks Ron. I appreciate that."
" Oh thanks so much!" Ron gave Harry a big hug. " I thought that you'd never
want to see me again! I'm so glad you still like me! I don't know what I'd do without
you!" Harry was a little frightened by that last statement. He slowly pushed Ron away
from him.
"Ron," started Harry bravely. " If we are to still be friends, then you must tell me
one thing. Now... I'm serious here, okay?" Ron nodded his head. "Now, I need to
know. Are you.." Harry couldn't bring himself to say it. "Are you.....Are
you...... Are you....... Are you...... Are you...... Are
you..... Are you....."
"What, Harry?" Ron continued to flash that dazzling smile. "Never mind,"
answered Harry. He couldn't bear to know. He would find out later. Now, he had to
worry about his worst nightmare. Yes, even worse than Lord Voldemort. Breakfast.
Ron and Harry proceeded together down to breakfast. The two had agreed that
whatever pain Harry had to bear, Ron would share it with him. Harry couldn't believe he
was being so nice. It was almost too good to be true. Every other friend he'd had had
abandoned him. And, as they entered the Great Hall, they were prepared for anything.
Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to face all this by himself, and he was glad to have
Ron with him. When they entered, the usual shouts and cries of breakfast were silent.
Everyone was staring at them.
"Well," muttered Ron. "I'm gonna go sit down know. Meet you at the table."
Wow. What a great friend. Now everyone was staring at him. Directly at him. It was kind
of an amazing feeling, really. But, he knew it wasn't because of something good he'd
done. He slowly, with much precaution, walked over to the Gryffindor table. There was
only one empty seat left, way at the end of the table. There were four empty seats there.
Harry took a seat on the end. He didn't want to sit directly next to his peers. Suddenly, it
was mail time. A flock of owls rushing overhead broke everyone's fixed gaze on Harry.
Letters flew through the air. Oomph! Something hit Harry in the head. It had fallen to the
ground beside him. Harry picked it up, and instantly dropped it back down. It was the
wizarding newspaper, The Daily Prophet. And on the front page, were the words BOY
WHO LIVED HAS SOME FUN!, above a gleaming picture of Harry eating his breakfast.
As Harry limped down the hall, a voice startled him.
"Harry! Wait up!" Harry turned to see his best friend, Ronald Weasly, running down the
hall. Harry stood in place.
"Harry," gasped Ron, exhausted from the short distance he had sprinted. He really
needed to work out more. Harry liked to work out every day, lifting whatever heaving
object he could find. He had big, muscly muscles to prove it. "Harry," continued Ron. "I
just wanted to tell you that I'm still your friend. Even though you devirginized my other
best friend, I still like you."
"Um...thanks Ron. I appreciate that."
" Oh thanks so much!" Ron gave Harry a big hug. " I thought that you'd never
want to see me again! I'm so glad you still like me! I don't know what I'd do without
you!" Harry was a little frightened by that last statement. He slowly pushed Ron away
from him.
"Ron," started Harry bravely. " If we are to still be friends, then you must tell me
one thing. Now... I'm serious here, okay?" Ron nodded his head. "Now, I need to
know. Are you.." Harry couldn't bring himself to say it. "Are you.....Are
you...... Are you....... Are you...... Are you...... Are
you..... Are you....."
"What, Harry?" Ron continued to flash that dazzling smile. "Never mind,"
answered Harry. He couldn't bear to know. He would find out later. Now, he had to
worry about his worst nightmare. Yes, even worse than Lord Voldemort. Breakfast.
Ron and Harry proceeded together down to breakfast. The two had agreed that
whatever pain Harry had to bear, Ron would share it with him. Harry couldn't believe he
was being so nice. It was almost too good to be true. Every other friend he'd had had
abandoned him. And, as they entered the Great Hall, they were prepared for anything.
Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to face all this by himself, and he was glad to have
Ron with him. When they entered, the usual shouts and cries of breakfast were silent.
Everyone was staring at them.
"Well," muttered Ron. "I'm gonna go sit down know. Meet you at the table."
Wow. What a great friend. Now everyone was staring at him. Directly at him. It was kind
of an amazing feeling, really. But, he knew it wasn't because of something good he'd
done. He slowly, with much precaution, walked over to the Gryffindor table. There was
only one empty seat left, way at the end of the table. There were four empty seats there.
Harry took a seat on the end. He didn't want to sit directly next to his peers. Suddenly, it
was mail time. A flock of owls rushing overhead broke everyone's fixed gaze on Harry.
Letters flew through the air. Oomph! Something hit Harry in the head. It had fallen to the
ground beside him. Harry picked it up, and instantly dropped it back down. It was the
wizarding newspaper, The Daily Prophet. And on the front page, were the words BOY
WHO LIVED HAS SOME FUN!, above a gleaming picture of Harry eating his breakfast.