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Chapter 6.Undertakings
The Room was surprisingly bare. No windows, no pictures, not a piece of furniture to be found. The walls were surprisingly clean considering that the room was located underground. They were clean and dry, no moss or mold or water sticking to them. Considering that there were no windows to be seen the Room was extremely well lit. Like there was a ray of magical sunshine that was concentrated into that single Room. The only real thing of interest in the Room was the smoking, boiling, bubbling cauldron that lays in the exact center of the cool, clean, gray floor.
Ron Weasley, He-Who-Saved-Us-All knew this Room all to well. It was here that he had planned it all. It was here where he was going to make things as right as he could. Where his lie of a life would revealed and the truth would finally come out. And it all was counting on that single smoking, boiling, bubbling cauldron.
Walking into the Room with his arms full of potions ingredients, research books, and three wands, Ron thought back to when he had first found this spell/potion combination. How he couldn't believe that it could actually exist. Everyone he had ever talked to had said the same thing. "You can't do it." "There is no spell in existence to do what you want to undertake." "It's impossible." But in a lost tome that Ron had stumbled across in Egypt when he had visited his brother Bill, he had found it. The book that told him how to do the impossible.
Soon. Soon, everything that was wrong will become right. Well, almost everything. Soon the potion will be ready. Only an hour left. What a surprise Ginny and the rest of the family will have! Soon the draft of the.ahhh!
Ron stumbled and the heaps of things in his arms swayed dangerously back and forth and he tried to balance them out. As if in slow motion, Ron suddenly lost his balance and the heap of potion ingredients and books fell to the floor and made a huge booming noise that Ron swore could be heard all the way to the mainland.
"Crockshanks! Why aren't you upstairs where you are supposed to be! Look what you made me do! Bad cat!" Ron scolded the big ginger colored cat.
"Meow?" Crockshanks said innocently. Cocking his head in the most adorable way, he looked up at the redheaded man that he had come to call his owner. It almost seemed to Ron that he was saying "Who me?" much like Crockshanks' friend Sirius Black once had. Sirius Black, Ron thought sadly, still another life lost to the war. Except he was lost even before the war had officially started.
Gazing around his perfectly clean Room to survey the damage of what Crockshanks had made him do, he found a mess. The clean, dry walls which had once had not a speck of moss or dampness on them had spots of dragon liver, unicorn blood and other liquidly substances. On the once clean gray floors there was more dragon liver, unicorn blood and to add to the mix those precious spell books.
Ron sighed. Now he would have to trudge all the way up three flights of stairs, gather up the ingredients to replace those that had just been ruined, and bring them back down the three flights of stair, all the while dodging his over anxious house elves. All his house elves had been freed; his tribute to SPEW and Hermione, but the little elves had refused to leave the "Great Wizard" alone in this huge house. Ron sometimes wondered if they gained fame within the world of house elves because of whom they served. Either way they were an annoyance to Ron and were way to interested in his personal life in Ron's opinion. "Come on Crockshanks, lets go back upstairs. And this time stay in your room. I'm sure that your friend Dinky the house elf would love to play with you. I'll clean up this mess later."
With that Ron turned from the mess went out the door closing it behind him. As Ron started up the first flight of stairs and curious house elf silently crept into the Room to clean up the mess his "master" had left.
I'll just clean up Master Ron's mess and then pop out. Master Ron will be so pleased! Looking around at the mess, Winky the house elf silently started to pick up the books. Her hand had just reached out to pick up a strange old text when she happened to glance at the title. Oh No! She gasped. Master Ron, what are you getting yourself into!?
Chapter 6.Undertakings
The Room was surprisingly bare. No windows, no pictures, not a piece of furniture to be found. The walls were surprisingly clean considering that the room was located underground. They were clean and dry, no moss or mold or water sticking to them. Considering that there were no windows to be seen the Room was extremely well lit. Like there was a ray of magical sunshine that was concentrated into that single Room. The only real thing of interest in the Room was the smoking, boiling, bubbling cauldron that lays in the exact center of the cool, clean, gray floor.
Ron Weasley, He-Who-Saved-Us-All knew this Room all to well. It was here that he had planned it all. It was here where he was going to make things as right as he could. Where his lie of a life would revealed and the truth would finally come out. And it all was counting on that single smoking, boiling, bubbling cauldron.
Walking into the Room with his arms full of potions ingredients, research books, and three wands, Ron thought back to when he had first found this spell/potion combination. How he couldn't believe that it could actually exist. Everyone he had ever talked to had said the same thing. "You can't do it." "There is no spell in existence to do what you want to undertake." "It's impossible." But in a lost tome that Ron had stumbled across in Egypt when he had visited his brother Bill, he had found it. The book that told him how to do the impossible.
Soon. Soon, everything that was wrong will become right. Well, almost everything. Soon the potion will be ready. Only an hour left. What a surprise Ginny and the rest of the family will have! Soon the draft of the.ahhh!
Ron stumbled and the heaps of things in his arms swayed dangerously back and forth and he tried to balance them out. As if in slow motion, Ron suddenly lost his balance and the heap of potion ingredients and books fell to the floor and made a huge booming noise that Ron swore could be heard all the way to the mainland.
"Crockshanks! Why aren't you upstairs where you are supposed to be! Look what you made me do! Bad cat!" Ron scolded the big ginger colored cat.
"Meow?" Crockshanks said innocently. Cocking his head in the most adorable way, he looked up at the redheaded man that he had come to call his owner. It almost seemed to Ron that he was saying "Who me?" much like Crockshanks' friend Sirius Black once had. Sirius Black, Ron thought sadly, still another life lost to the war. Except he was lost even before the war had officially started.
Gazing around his perfectly clean Room to survey the damage of what Crockshanks had made him do, he found a mess. The clean, dry walls which had once had not a speck of moss or dampness on them had spots of dragon liver, unicorn blood and other liquidly substances. On the once clean gray floors there was more dragon liver, unicorn blood and to add to the mix those precious spell books.
Ron sighed. Now he would have to trudge all the way up three flights of stairs, gather up the ingredients to replace those that had just been ruined, and bring them back down the three flights of stair, all the while dodging his over anxious house elves. All his house elves had been freed; his tribute to SPEW and Hermione, but the little elves had refused to leave the "Great Wizard" alone in this huge house. Ron sometimes wondered if they gained fame within the world of house elves because of whom they served. Either way they were an annoyance to Ron and were way to interested in his personal life in Ron's opinion. "Come on Crockshanks, lets go back upstairs. And this time stay in your room. I'm sure that your friend Dinky the house elf would love to play with you. I'll clean up this mess later."
With that Ron turned from the mess went out the door closing it behind him. As Ron started up the first flight of stairs and curious house elf silently crept into the Room to clean up the mess his "master" had left.
I'll just clean up Master Ron's mess and then pop out. Master Ron will be so pleased! Looking around at the mess, Winky the house elf silently started to pick up the books. Her hand had just reached out to pick up a strange old text when she happened to glance at the title. Oh No! She gasped. Master Ron, what are you getting yourself into!?
