Chapter 2- Ron's Victory on Life
Ron Weasley along with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team raced into the Gryffindor tents. They had won the game and everyone was very excited except Ron. Ron had played horrible at the game. He missed every one of the Quaffle. Thank the gods that the rest of his team was good so that meant there was not that many times when the Quaffle actually did get near him. Then Harry caught the Snitch up side down and everyone admired him for it. Ron loved his friend dearly but even his love for him did not stop him from envying him. "Envy," smirked Ron. "One of the sins. Of course I would have a huge problem with it." He tried very hard to be happy for Harry. I mean after all how many times does Harry get to be happy? Quidditch was the only real thing that made him happy. Ron pushed all thoughts out of his head and began to take off his smelly robs. Harry came up to him. "Ron I am going to hit the showers. Don't let me forget that I put my glasses on the top shelve in the laundry room," said Harry as he walked away for the showers. Ron nodded without looking at Harry. After Ron had striped down and put a towel around himself he smiled at a thought. "I wonder what it would look like to be a real pro at Quidditch?" he thought. Then instead of going into the showers he went to the laundry room. There laid Harry's glasses just like Harry had said. "Well Mr. Potter lets see what it feels like to see in your eyes?" said Ron in a funny voice as he put Harry's classes on. Things became so blurry that Ron staggered as he walked to set down. Ron felt his way around and he didn't see one of the brooms that was left behind carelessly and fell over it. He feel down so hard that he hit his head and knocked himself out. Things seemed to collided together and every thing felt numbing. Ron staggered back up holding his head. "What happened?" he thought. He looked around to see what he fell over and the laundry room was long gone. Now he was high on a broom looking down at the Gryffindor team playing Quidditch. "All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy who had just shot underneath Ron. Ron was going to yelled something back but a Bludger came at him. Ron normally wouldn't have been able to move out of the way but some how he missed it. Ron was amazed but when his brother George came flying up to him and yelled, "Close one Harry." "Harry? I'm not Harry?" thought Ron. But the same Bludger came right back. Ron's maneuvering abilities shocked him so much that he felt worried. But as he ran his hand over his forehead he felt a lighting bolt scar. "I'm Harry!!" yelled Ron but his voice did not come out. The Bludger was still hot on his tale and Ron knew what game it was. He began to get really worried but he couldn't do anything. The Bludger and Malfoy were flying all around Ron's broom. He knew what was going to happen. Ron tried very had to get himself out of this horrible dream. He wanted out before..
The Bludger hit his arm as Harry reached out to snatch the snitch. Ron felt the pain go threw his arm. He wanted to stop flying and cradle his arm but Harry kept going. Ron cursed Harry for his ambition and determination. Ron just wanted to stop. Then Ron heard a different sound. It was the sound of almost the whole student body cheering in victory for Harry.
For the first time Ron felt what it felt like to succeed in something. He felt joyful that his teammates was going to fall asleep that night excited that they had won the game and he would be the reason. "Ron your not the reason Harry is," Ron said to himself. As he thought Hermione, himself, Hagrid and Lockheart came running up. It felt really odd to see himself but Ron forgot about that because Lockheart had pick up his broken arm and the pain stung threw it. Ron was scream as loud as he could for Harry to run away but it was too late. The bones where gone. Ron stood up screaming. Harry's glasses flew off Ron's face. Ron stopped himself as soon as he noticed that he was back in the laundry room. He looked down at his hand and noticed his bones were still there. A small smile played upon his lips. "What are you doing?" asked Harry as he walked into the room. He was wet and still had the towel around his mid- section. "Sorry Harry. Fell over a broom," said Ron as he picked up Harry's glasses and handed them to him. Harry looked at his friend like he was crazy. "See ya around!" said Ron as he walked out of the room.
Ron left the Gyffindor tent and went to stand on the Quidditch pitch. He looked around it and felt a surge of emotions. So many things had happened there. As he looked around he could see every single one of Harry's tricks at catching the snitch. Then he saw himself failing. As he saw himself fail he noticed how he walked away. Unharmed, unhurt. Harry had to go to the Hospital wing after all most every game. He took the good with the bad and that made Ron's friend special. That was what his fans saw. That's what his friends liked. So that was what Ron was going to start doing.
Ron Weasley along with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team raced into the Gryffindor tents. They had won the game and everyone was very excited except Ron. Ron had played horrible at the game. He missed every one of the Quaffle. Thank the gods that the rest of his team was good so that meant there was not that many times when the Quaffle actually did get near him. Then Harry caught the Snitch up side down and everyone admired him for it. Ron loved his friend dearly but even his love for him did not stop him from envying him. "Envy," smirked Ron. "One of the sins. Of course I would have a huge problem with it." He tried very hard to be happy for Harry. I mean after all how many times does Harry get to be happy? Quidditch was the only real thing that made him happy. Ron pushed all thoughts out of his head and began to take off his smelly robs. Harry came up to him. "Ron I am going to hit the showers. Don't let me forget that I put my glasses on the top shelve in the laundry room," said Harry as he walked away for the showers. Ron nodded without looking at Harry. After Ron had striped down and put a towel around himself he smiled at a thought. "I wonder what it would look like to be a real pro at Quidditch?" he thought. Then instead of going into the showers he went to the laundry room. There laid Harry's glasses just like Harry had said. "Well Mr. Potter lets see what it feels like to see in your eyes?" said Ron in a funny voice as he put Harry's classes on. Things became so blurry that Ron staggered as he walked to set down. Ron felt his way around and he didn't see one of the brooms that was left behind carelessly and fell over it. He feel down so hard that he hit his head and knocked himself out. Things seemed to collided together and every thing felt numbing. Ron staggered back up holding his head. "What happened?" he thought. He looked around to see what he fell over and the laundry room was long gone. Now he was high on a broom looking down at the Gryffindor team playing Quidditch. "All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy who had just shot underneath Ron. Ron was going to yelled something back but a Bludger came at him. Ron normally wouldn't have been able to move out of the way but some how he missed it. Ron was amazed but when his brother George came flying up to him and yelled, "Close one Harry." "Harry? I'm not Harry?" thought Ron. But the same Bludger came right back. Ron's maneuvering abilities shocked him so much that he felt worried. But as he ran his hand over his forehead he felt a lighting bolt scar. "I'm Harry!!" yelled Ron but his voice did not come out. The Bludger was still hot on his tale and Ron knew what game it was. He began to get really worried but he couldn't do anything. The Bludger and Malfoy were flying all around Ron's broom. He knew what was going to happen. Ron tried very had to get himself out of this horrible dream. He wanted out before..
The Bludger hit his arm as Harry reached out to snatch the snitch. Ron felt the pain go threw his arm. He wanted to stop flying and cradle his arm but Harry kept going. Ron cursed Harry for his ambition and determination. Ron just wanted to stop. Then Ron heard a different sound. It was the sound of almost the whole student body cheering in victory for Harry.
For the first time Ron felt what it felt like to succeed in something. He felt joyful that his teammates was going to fall asleep that night excited that they had won the game and he would be the reason. "Ron your not the reason Harry is," Ron said to himself. As he thought Hermione, himself, Hagrid and Lockheart came running up. It felt really odd to see himself but Ron forgot about that because Lockheart had pick up his broken arm and the pain stung threw it. Ron was scream as loud as he could for Harry to run away but it was too late. The bones where gone. Ron stood up screaming. Harry's glasses flew off Ron's face. Ron stopped himself as soon as he noticed that he was back in the laundry room. He looked down at his hand and noticed his bones were still there. A small smile played upon his lips. "What are you doing?" asked Harry as he walked into the room. He was wet and still had the towel around his mid- section. "Sorry Harry. Fell over a broom," said Ron as he picked up Harry's glasses and handed them to him. Harry looked at his friend like he was crazy. "See ya around!" said Ron as he walked out of the room.
Ron left the Gyffindor tent and went to stand on the Quidditch pitch. He looked around it and felt a surge of emotions. So many things had happened there. As he looked around he could see every single one of Harry's tricks at catching the snitch. Then he saw himself failing. As he saw himself fail he noticed how he walked away. Unharmed, unhurt. Harry had to go to the Hospital wing after all most every game. He took the good with the bad and that made Ron's friend special. That was what his fans saw. That's what his friends liked. So that was what Ron was going to start doing.