Chapter 13-
Ron's face wentwhite, His mind stopped and he looked up at Dumbledore with pleading eyes.
"Well then." he said, smiling back at the two, "I think Mr. Weasley should say here for the night, we can come and talk to him tomorrow evening." The proffessors' bright eyes shown through his spectacles.
"But sir..." one of the men began, but with a quick look from Dumbledore he gave up and the four walked out talking quietly.
Ron watched Hermione sigh and drop her head onto the bed. He moved his hand from under the bed and lay it on her head. "Hermione...get some rest..." He said quietly. She looked up at him and titled her head to the side.
"When I wake up, we need to talk." she said, giving him one last serious look, before walking out, her feet moving quietly along the floor.
Ron looked out the window, his mind focused on what lay ahead. The hard part was he wasn't sure. So much had happened and he could piece it all together. The window was open and a slight breeze touched his face. The cool air felt nice against his cheek. He shut his eyes and wished he had someone to talk to.
In what seemed like an instant something disturbed his thought. He opened his eyes to see a quick flash of white and red flash in through the window. He focused his eyes onto the banister of his bed. In the center of the old piece of wood sat a small white owl, sprinkled with blood and dirt. Ron cocked his head a stared at the creature.
"You're the little guy that visited my dorm!" he concluded, staring at it thoughtfully. The bird flew over to his side and nudged his hand.
"Whooo" it purred.
Ron signed, patting the owl on the head softly. "Long time no see little guy." He laughed to himself, and lifted the owl with his index finger. "Looks like you have gotten into some trouble just like Me." with a "you don't even know" look the owl flew quietly around the room.
"You came at just the right time too! I really need someone to talk to!" He smiled as the owl came back to him and bit his finger lovingly.
The companionship of the owl was more than anyone could imagine. Having something eat away at you isn't always the best way you want to spend your time. So of course for Ron, this was the best thing that had happened to him in weeks. The owl listened contentedly as if taking in every word. Often it would take a joy ride around the bed while Ron talked but it always returned to him, still listening. It would ever hoot and who during the "conversation".
Ron talked about everything on his mind. EVERYTHING. He told "the owl" (who was not formally named yet) about seeing Sirius in Diagon Alley (and everything he was worried about with that matter). He explained meeting Ellie, and everything he thought on that matter as well. Even up at that very moment when Hermione left him, saying she wanted "talk to him soon". When he was finished he felt as if a great weight had been lifted.
"Thank you..." he stopped looking the owl into its huge black eyes, "what is your name anyway?" he asked, patting the owl gently on the head.
"Well thank you anyway little guy, that was a huge help" He sighed, slouching down in his bed.
The owl..., who seemed about anxious, flew to the bed beside him. Ron looked over and shut his eyes momentarily. His eyes where heavy with sleep and he felt exhausted. Suddenly he heard a loud pop, opening his eyes quickly he saw something he would never have guessed...never dreamed or even imagined and all he could say was..."what.... What are you...doing here..."
Ron's face wentwhite, His mind stopped and he looked up at Dumbledore with pleading eyes.
"Well then." he said, smiling back at the two, "I think Mr. Weasley should say here for the night, we can come and talk to him tomorrow evening." The proffessors' bright eyes shown through his spectacles.
"But sir..." one of the men began, but with a quick look from Dumbledore he gave up and the four walked out talking quietly.
Ron watched Hermione sigh and drop her head onto the bed. He moved his hand from under the bed and lay it on her head. "Hermione...get some rest..." He said quietly. She looked up at him and titled her head to the side.
"When I wake up, we need to talk." she said, giving him one last serious look, before walking out, her feet moving quietly along the floor.
Ron looked out the window, his mind focused on what lay ahead. The hard part was he wasn't sure. So much had happened and he could piece it all together. The window was open and a slight breeze touched his face. The cool air felt nice against his cheek. He shut his eyes and wished he had someone to talk to.
In what seemed like an instant something disturbed his thought. He opened his eyes to see a quick flash of white and red flash in through the window. He focused his eyes onto the banister of his bed. In the center of the old piece of wood sat a small white owl, sprinkled with blood and dirt. Ron cocked his head a stared at the creature.
"You're the little guy that visited my dorm!" he concluded, staring at it thoughtfully. The bird flew over to his side and nudged his hand.
"Whooo" it purred.
Ron signed, patting the owl on the head softly. "Long time no see little guy." He laughed to himself, and lifted the owl with his index finger. "Looks like you have gotten into some trouble just like Me." with a "you don't even know" look the owl flew quietly around the room.
"You came at just the right time too! I really need someone to talk to!" He smiled as the owl came back to him and bit his finger lovingly.
The companionship of the owl was more than anyone could imagine. Having something eat away at you isn't always the best way you want to spend your time. So of course for Ron, this was the best thing that had happened to him in weeks. The owl listened contentedly as if taking in every word. Often it would take a joy ride around the bed while Ron talked but it always returned to him, still listening. It would ever hoot and who during the "conversation".
Ron talked about everything on his mind. EVERYTHING. He told "the owl" (who was not formally named yet) about seeing Sirius in Diagon Alley (and everything he was worried about with that matter). He explained meeting Ellie, and everything he thought on that matter as well. Even up at that very moment when Hermione left him, saying she wanted "talk to him soon". When he was finished he felt as if a great weight had been lifted.
"Thank you..." he stopped looking the owl into its huge black eyes, "what is your name anyway?" he asked, patting the owl gently on the head.
"Well thank you anyway little guy, that was a huge help" He sighed, slouching down in his bed.
The owl..., who seemed about anxious, flew to the bed beside him. Ron looked over and shut his eyes momentarily. His eyes where heavy with sleep and he felt exhausted. Suddenly he heard a loud pop, opening his eyes quickly he saw something he would never have guessed...never dreamed or even imagined and all he could say was..."what.... What are you...doing here..."