A/N I really need help with this story now, I'm kinda like hitting a wall!!
How can I make it better, 'cause at the moment I don't really like it!! So
any kind of review is appreicated.but if your gonna flame you could at
least say WHY!! Anyway heres the next chapter!! Sorry it took so long!!
Chapter Thirty Two ~ Ron Meets Snape.
"I'll do it." Harry replied, without a moment of hesitation.
Draco nodded, in wonder. He could feel the true friendship between Harry and Hermione, he laughed inside as he imaged Crabbe or Goyle giving up their soul for his.
"What do I have to do?"
"Wait a sec Harry, why should you do it? Hermione is my friend too, we're in this together."
Harry and Draco ignored Ron as he bumbled on. "There must be another way."
"That's just an old cliché, Ron. You know there is no other way!" Harry sighed, angrily.
"But surely if Dumbledore knew this, he would have done something!"
"Dumbledore cannot give his soul to save Granger, he considers himself too important." Draco replied.
"Shut up Malfoy, you're just trying to put thoughts into Harry's head." Ron replied. He turned to his friend. "You can't do this."
"What you want me to leave Hermione? When I know I can save her?"
"You don't know anything! This is Malfoy we're talking about."
Malfoy gave an exaggerated cough, and faked a hurt look. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Do you want me to even answer that one?"
Harry got Malfoy by the scruff of the neck, and pushed him against the nearest trophy cabinet. "Why should we trust you? It's your fault that Hermione is in this situation."
Draco pulled his cloak from Harry's cold grasp. "Ah, my friend," the words curled from his forked tongue. "You have no choice but to trust me, I am the only chance you have."
Harry stepped back, the effect of the words reeling over him. Eventually he nodded. But Ron was not so easily convinced. "Harry! How can we trust him? After everything? I mean his father. . ."
"Shut up!" Harry and Draco said, together.
Ron held his hands up. "You know what Harry, fine! You do what you like! I don't give a stuff anymore, you wanna trust his word, then fine go ahead, see what I care. But I'll tell you something 'mate' I shall bloody well enjoy saying I told you so, when you come crawling back, IF you come back."
Ron made for the door.
"Ron. . ." Harry began.
"Let him go." Draco said.
Ron turned back. "Hermione is gone, Harry. And we have to accept that. But let me remind you, that boy your standing next to, the boy you're making a deal with, is the reason she's gone!" Ron stormed out. Ron stormed up to the dormitory, he didn't care any more, let Harry do whatever he liked. He threw himself down in one of the stuffed chairs, and watched the crackling fire. And as he sat there, his mind was transported into the past, and his eyes saw Sirius's head pop through the flames. Sirius had been trapped at 12 Grimmauld Place, trapped, with the walls closing in around him, so much so the place had began to resemble Azkaban. Ron shook his head, and his thoughts were transported back to his present predicament.
Sirius had known it was foolish to go to the ministry, but he'd done it for Harry. Ron thought. Whatever happened, he couldn't let Harry down, he couldn't let Harry face whatever Malfoy had up his sleeve alone. He knew it was a trap, but Harry was blindfolded by his love for Hermione. He couldn't let Harry walk alone into the trap, could he?
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Dumbledore sat alone in his office. The candles long since distinguished, he sat alone in the darkness of night. Not that morning brought much light with it. The portraits around him slept in their frames, paying little or no attention to the troubled headmaster. Fawkes pawed under his hand, and he stroked the phoenix rather absent-mindedly.
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Ron, too, was alone with the darkness and his thoughts, seriously debating whether or not to go to Dumbledore. But what if Snape said was true, and that Dumbledore had no real power? He shook his head, pushed himself up and paced the room. Whatever happened he couldn't leave Harry, nor could he betray him, so going to Dumbledore was ruled out.
Eventually, when he could no longer pace the dark, he barged from the dormitory, much to the distress of the Fat Lady.
He crept down the cold, once packed corridors of the school, picking his way through. He desperately wished he had Harry's invisibilty cloak, but of course that was with Harry, wherever in the world he was.
Ron had to talk to someone, Tamarisk? Calico Delvarney? Someone. Infact he made a pact the next person he saw he was going to tell. Unfortunately that person was. . .
"Weasley, what are you doing out of bed?" Came a cruel, cold voice in the blackness.
"Professor!" Ron said, shocked.
Snape's lip curled. He stared through the darkness, past Ron as though looking for someone. "Where's Potter?" He barked.
Ron shrugged.
Snape's eyes narrowed, scrutinising Ron as though trying to detect whether he was lying or not.
"Where did you leave him?"
"I didn't leave him anywhere, I don't know where he is." Ron said, not meeting the gaze of his teacher.
"Come with me." Snape said, as he headed towards his office.
"Professor?" Ron began, running to catch up.
Snape raised his eyebrows, slightly, as an invitation to continue.
"What happens after the dementors have taken your soul?"
The teacher stopped abruptly. "It's gone forever, I'm sorry Weasley." Was the reply, but the voice did not sound sorry. They continued walking.
"But what if you could get it back. . ."
"You can't."
"Well, what happens to it?"
Snape stopped again, this time out of anger. "Listen to me boy, don't go doing anything rash, there is nothing that could save Miss Granger now."
"But what if. . .?"
"No."
"You're not listening." Ron said.
"You're the one who isn't listening, Weasley. There is nothing you can do for Granger now."
"But she's still alive, which must mean we can help her! Sir, I can't just abandon her, she's family. What would you do if it was Rayola?"
"Weasley!" He said, warningly.
"What about a soul swap?"
He pushed open the door to his office. "In. Sit."
"So? What about a soul swap?" Ron persisted.
"For a start, fifty points from Gryfindor for being out of bed, and a detention tomorrow night. . ."
"I don't care, what about a soul swap?"
Snape was grave. "A soul swap is a very dangerous practice, Mr Weasley. Besides it wouldn't work."
"Why not?"
"Because. . ."
"What about a switching spell? Delvarney told us about 'em right at the start of the year, where you can swap places with another person!" Ron said, quickly.
"With such a fine memory Weasley you will also note that the captor has to agree to the switch. And there is no one the Dark Lord would swap for Granger who would also be willing to exchange places. . ."
"Say someone did, what would happen to her soul?"
Snape shrugged. "It depends."
"So you can give a soul back?"
"Weasley we are not having this conversation, now shut the door on your way back to bed."
"We are." Ron said. "So if I was going to swap. . ."
Snape sneered. "I doubt the dark lord would wish to be pestered with the likes of you."
"Or Harry?"
Snape jumped up, and grabbed Ron. "Where's Potter?" He asked urgently.
Ron remained silent.
"Weasley this is important. The foolish boy could be walking straight into a trap. Where is he?"
A/N Okay another chapter over with!! Remember I need help!! Many Thanks!! ~JessieRose~
Chapter Thirty Two ~ Ron Meets Snape.
"I'll do it." Harry replied, without a moment of hesitation.
Draco nodded, in wonder. He could feel the true friendship between Harry and Hermione, he laughed inside as he imaged Crabbe or Goyle giving up their soul for his.
"What do I have to do?"
"Wait a sec Harry, why should you do it? Hermione is my friend too, we're in this together."
Harry and Draco ignored Ron as he bumbled on. "There must be another way."
"That's just an old cliché, Ron. You know there is no other way!" Harry sighed, angrily.
"But surely if Dumbledore knew this, he would have done something!"
"Dumbledore cannot give his soul to save Granger, he considers himself too important." Draco replied.
"Shut up Malfoy, you're just trying to put thoughts into Harry's head." Ron replied. He turned to his friend. "You can't do this."
"What you want me to leave Hermione? When I know I can save her?"
"You don't know anything! This is Malfoy we're talking about."
Malfoy gave an exaggerated cough, and faked a hurt look. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Do you want me to even answer that one?"
Harry got Malfoy by the scruff of the neck, and pushed him against the nearest trophy cabinet. "Why should we trust you? It's your fault that Hermione is in this situation."
Draco pulled his cloak from Harry's cold grasp. "Ah, my friend," the words curled from his forked tongue. "You have no choice but to trust me, I am the only chance you have."
Harry stepped back, the effect of the words reeling over him. Eventually he nodded. But Ron was not so easily convinced. "Harry! How can we trust him? After everything? I mean his father. . ."
"Shut up!" Harry and Draco said, together.
Ron held his hands up. "You know what Harry, fine! You do what you like! I don't give a stuff anymore, you wanna trust his word, then fine go ahead, see what I care. But I'll tell you something 'mate' I shall bloody well enjoy saying I told you so, when you come crawling back, IF you come back."
Ron made for the door.
"Ron. . ." Harry began.
"Let him go." Draco said.
Ron turned back. "Hermione is gone, Harry. And we have to accept that. But let me remind you, that boy your standing next to, the boy you're making a deal with, is the reason she's gone!" Ron stormed out. Ron stormed up to the dormitory, he didn't care any more, let Harry do whatever he liked. He threw himself down in one of the stuffed chairs, and watched the crackling fire. And as he sat there, his mind was transported into the past, and his eyes saw Sirius's head pop through the flames. Sirius had been trapped at 12 Grimmauld Place, trapped, with the walls closing in around him, so much so the place had began to resemble Azkaban. Ron shook his head, and his thoughts were transported back to his present predicament.
Sirius had known it was foolish to go to the ministry, but he'd done it for Harry. Ron thought. Whatever happened, he couldn't let Harry down, he couldn't let Harry face whatever Malfoy had up his sleeve alone. He knew it was a trap, but Harry was blindfolded by his love for Hermione. He couldn't let Harry walk alone into the trap, could he?
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Dumbledore sat alone in his office. The candles long since distinguished, he sat alone in the darkness of night. Not that morning brought much light with it. The portraits around him slept in their frames, paying little or no attention to the troubled headmaster. Fawkes pawed under his hand, and he stroked the phoenix rather absent-mindedly.
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Ron, too, was alone with the darkness and his thoughts, seriously debating whether or not to go to Dumbledore. But what if Snape said was true, and that Dumbledore had no real power? He shook his head, pushed himself up and paced the room. Whatever happened he couldn't leave Harry, nor could he betray him, so going to Dumbledore was ruled out.
Eventually, when he could no longer pace the dark, he barged from the dormitory, much to the distress of the Fat Lady.
He crept down the cold, once packed corridors of the school, picking his way through. He desperately wished he had Harry's invisibilty cloak, but of course that was with Harry, wherever in the world he was.
Ron had to talk to someone, Tamarisk? Calico Delvarney? Someone. Infact he made a pact the next person he saw he was going to tell. Unfortunately that person was. . .
"Weasley, what are you doing out of bed?" Came a cruel, cold voice in the blackness.
"Professor!" Ron said, shocked.
Snape's lip curled. He stared through the darkness, past Ron as though looking for someone. "Where's Potter?" He barked.
Ron shrugged.
Snape's eyes narrowed, scrutinising Ron as though trying to detect whether he was lying or not.
"Where did you leave him?"
"I didn't leave him anywhere, I don't know where he is." Ron said, not meeting the gaze of his teacher.
"Come with me." Snape said, as he headed towards his office.
"Professor?" Ron began, running to catch up.
Snape raised his eyebrows, slightly, as an invitation to continue.
"What happens after the dementors have taken your soul?"
The teacher stopped abruptly. "It's gone forever, I'm sorry Weasley." Was the reply, but the voice did not sound sorry. They continued walking.
"But what if you could get it back. . ."
"You can't."
"Well, what happens to it?"
Snape stopped again, this time out of anger. "Listen to me boy, don't go doing anything rash, there is nothing that could save Miss Granger now."
"But what if. . .?"
"No."
"You're not listening." Ron said.
"You're the one who isn't listening, Weasley. There is nothing you can do for Granger now."
"But she's still alive, which must mean we can help her! Sir, I can't just abandon her, she's family. What would you do if it was Rayola?"
"Weasley!" He said, warningly.
"What about a soul swap?"
He pushed open the door to his office. "In. Sit."
"So? What about a soul swap?" Ron persisted.
"For a start, fifty points from Gryfindor for being out of bed, and a detention tomorrow night. . ."
"I don't care, what about a soul swap?"
Snape was grave. "A soul swap is a very dangerous practice, Mr Weasley. Besides it wouldn't work."
"Why not?"
"Because. . ."
"What about a switching spell? Delvarney told us about 'em right at the start of the year, where you can swap places with another person!" Ron said, quickly.
"With such a fine memory Weasley you will also note that the captor has to agree to the switch. And there is no one the Dark Lord would swap for Granger who would also be willing to exchange places. . ."
"Say someone did, what would happen to her soul?"
Snape shrugged. "It depends."
"So you can give a soul back?"
"Weasley we are not having this conversation, now shut the door on your way back to bed."
"We are." Ron said. "So if I was going to swap. . ."
Snape sneered. "I doubt the dark lord would wish to be pestered with the likes of you."
"Or Harry?"
Snape jumped up, and grabbed Ron. "Where's Potter?" He asked urgently.
Ron remained silent.
"Weasley this is important. The foolish boy could be walking straight into a trap. Where is he?"
A/N Okay another chapter over with!! Remember I need help!! Many Thanks!! ~JessieRose~