Chapter 11
Harry Speaks
After a LONG discussion with Dumbledore of how things were going to pan out, Ron decided to try out the new living arrangements for a little while, although he was disgusted at the very thought.
*One day he'll understand that this is the only way* Nisym thought as Dumbledore left.
Ron went to his new bedroom and walked in.
"Why is there no light?" just as the words left his lips, candles came on, giving him just enough light to see where everything was. There were no windows to look out from; there was no color on the walls, no carpet, tile, or wood for floors, just cold stone. The two beds lay in the corner, made to perfection, but the books were a different story. The pages were all distraught, they were flailed across the floor with no care, no preciseness, only disgruntled books of spells and charms scattered across the floor. "Can't get any better than this," Ron mumbled sarcastically.
*Maybe you should appreciate what they've given you. They have been working tediously for you! So that you may be protected and be able to help the boy to conquer evil and bring some good back into our midst* Nisym looked at him, but didn't say anything more.
"Harry?" Ron said as he looked past Nisym. "You want to talk to me?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"I can sense that something's on your mind."
*I'll leave you two alone, masters'* Nisym stooped low as she floated out of the door.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"Ron..."
"Just say whatever's on your mind."
"I... we... um... something's wrong. I hate saying this, but I never thought YOU would be my 'protector'. I thought you were just my friend, my very wimpy friend," Ron didn't take offense to this, but laughed at the insult, "Yes, you have always been there for me, but by protecting me with powers? It's not often. And you're being the Oracle? Well, I can honestly say that I didn't even know that there was such a thing, but the point is that I... I... I don't know... I guess I didn't think you could handle it when I heard, but now I see how strong you really are. And I don't think it's the powers or the book that's doing that, I think this is who you really are. You ARE the Oracle, you ARE this powerful being that was meant to protect me," he took a deep breath before he went on, "At first, I didn't think it was true, and I guess I was a little bit jealous. My first thought was 'why him, why not me'? I know that's wrong, but it just came out, but then I realized, that it couldn't have been me. Yea sure I am the 'boy who lived' or whatever, but I'm not you. And you were... you are the best person for this position, and I wouldn't trust anyone else...... besides Hermione," he added.
When Harry mentioned Hermione's name Ron bolted at Harry.
"Whoa, buddy! What is it?"
"Hermione! I left her just crying there!"
"Wait! Why was she crying?"
"UGH! It's a long story! Just come on!"
"Ron, no! We can't leave here, not until they are finished."
"Finished WHAT!"
"With more protection! We can't go out until they have everything under control. The school needs to be given a story so they won't think why we left. WE need more protection around this lot, and you are to go into special training. We can't leave, but since we ARE staying here for such a long time... you can tell me this 'long story' of yours" he snickered.
Ron took a big gulp and began on his tale.
When he was done, Harry gave him a big slap across the back of the head.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?!" Ron yelled
"That's for not telling me in the first place!" and then Harry hit him hard again.
"And THAT was for...... just because I felt like it."
Ron's head hurt, but he laughed it off.
They had had a long discussion more of Hermione and Ron, but eventually came to realize how hungry they were and went to the dining room, only to find that the houselves had already made supper. There was ham, bacon, chicken, mash potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and some Pumpkin juice to wash it all down. When they were finished they hurriedly went to bed.
Ron went to his side and Harry his, but in Ron's room there was a surprise. Nisym was lying atop her bed, but, again, not touching, she was about 2 feet away from it; the only thing touching the coffin resembling bed was her long white hair that seemed about 7 feet long. She was floating just above the bed, and her hands were folded across her chest, just like a Vampire in a coffin. He giggled at the sight,
*She IS quiet beautiful, and she DID say that she's my 'wife', why though? I'm only 16! I can't be 'married'*
*Go to sleep* he heard in the back of his head.
*Nisym?*
*Go to sleep*
He jumped into bed, and under the comfortable covers, and as he did so, Granite and the Enchanters came into the room.
"What do you all want?"
"Nothing, master," and they all got on their knees on the floor surrounding his bed.
"WHAT ARE YA'LL DOING?" he said as he bolted up right.
"Why, master, we are clearing thy thoughts, for a peaceful nights sleep. And we are here to protect you through the night, and to ask for guidance and support for you on this long journey that you are about to embark.... Now, go to sleep."
Ron lay back, trying to relax, but he then heard mumbling.
"Now, why are you all making noise?"
"We are singing master! It's to create a shield of power and force field around you as you sleep."
"Oh, well in that case, keep it up!"
*I can get used to this* he thought, but then their 'singing' started to get louder and louder, *O my gawd! DO THEY NOT APPRECIATE THE SWEET BLISS OF SLEEP!?!?!*
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A/N: more action comin' up
Harry Speaks
After a LONG discussion with Dumbledore of how things were going to pan out, Ron decided to try out the new living arrangements for a little while, although he was disgusted at the very thought.
*One day he'll understand that this is the only way* Nisym thought as Dumbledore left.
Ron went to his new bedroom and walked in.
"Why is there no light?" just as the words left his lips, candles came on, giving him just enough light to see where everything was. There were no windows to look out from; there was no color on the walls, no carpet, tile, or wood for floors, just cold stone. The two beds lay in the corner, made to perfection, but the books were a different story. The pages were all distraught, they were flailed across the floor with no care, no preciseness, only disgruntled books of spells and charms scattered across the floor. "Can't get any better than this," Ron mumbled sarcastically.
*Maybe you should appreciate what they've given you. They have been working tediously for you! So that you may be protected and be able to help the boy to conquer evil and bring some good back into our midst* Nisym looked at him, but didn't say anything more.
"Harry?" Ron said as he looked past Nisym. "You want to talk to me?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"I can sense that something's on your mind."
*I'll leave you two alone, masters'* Nisym stooped low as she floated out of the door.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"Ron..."
"Just say whatever's on your mind."
"I... we... um... something's wrong. I hate saying this, but I never thought YOU would be my 'protector'. I thought you were just my friend, my very wimpy friend," Ron didn't take offense to this, but laughed at the insult, "Yes, you have always been there for me, but by protecting me with powers? It's not often. And you're being the Oracle? Well, I can honestly say that I didn't even know that there was such a thing, but the point is that I... I... I don't know... I guess I didn't think you could handle it when I heard, but now I see how strong you really are. And I don't think it's the powers or the book that's doing that, I think this is who you really are. You ARE the Oracle, you ARE this powerful being that was meant to protect me," he took a deep breath before he went on, "At first, I didn't think it was true, and I guess I was a little bit jealous. My first thought was 'why him, why not me'? I know that's wrong, but it just came out, but then I realized, that it couldn't have been me. Yea sure I am the 'boy who lived' or whatever, but I'm not you. And you were... you are the best person for this position, and I wouldn't trust anyone else...... besides Hermione," he added.
When Harry mentioned Hermione's name Ron bolted at Harry.
"Whoa, buddy! What is it?"
"Hermione! I left her just crying there!"
"Wait! Why was she crying?"
"UGH! It's a long story! Just come on!"
"Ron, no! We can't leave here, not until they are finished."
"Finished WHAT!"
"With more protection! We can't go out until they have everything under control. The school needs to be given a story so they won't think why we left. WE need more protection around this lot, and you are to go into special training. We can't leave, but since we ARE staying here for such a long time... you can tell me this 'long story' of yours" he snickered.
Ron took a big gulp and began on his tale.
When he was done, Harry gave him a big slap across the back of the head.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?!" Ron yelled
"That's for not telling me in the first place!" and then Harry hit him hard again.
"And THAT was for...... just because I felt like it."
Ron's head hurt, but he laughed it off.
They had had a long discussion more of Hermione and Ron, but eventually came to realize how hungry they were and went to the dining room, only to find that the houselves had already made supper. There was ham, bacon, chicken, mash potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and some Pumpkin juice to wash it all down. When they were finished they hurriedly went to bed.
Ron went to his side and Harry his, but in Ron's room there was a surprise. Nisym was lying atop her bed, but, again, not touching, she was about 2 feet away from it; the only thing touching the coffin resembling bed was her long white hair that seemed about 7 feet long. She was floating just above the bed, and her hands were folded across her chest, just like a Vampire in a coffin. He giggled at the sight,
*She IS quiet beautiful, and she DID say that she's my 'wife', why though? I'm only 16! I can't be 'married'*
*Go to sleep* he heard in the back of his head.
*Nisym?*
*Go to sleep*
He jumped into bed, and under the comfortable covers, and as he did so, Granite and the Enchanters came into the room.
"What do you all want?"
"Nothing, master," and they all got on their knees on the floor surrounding his bed.
"WHAT ARE YA'LL DOING?" he said as he bolted up right.
"Why, master, we are clearing thy thoughts, for a peaceful nights sleep. And we are here to protect you through the night, and to ask for guidance and support for you on this long journey that you are about to embark.... Now, go to sleep."
Ron lay back, trying to relax, but he then heard mumbling.
"Now, why are you all making noise?"
"We are singing master! It's to create a shield of power and force field around you as you sleep."
"Oh, well in that case, keep it up!"
*I can get used to this* he thought, but then their 'singing' started to get louder and louder, *O my gawd! DO THEY NOT APPRECIATE THE SWEET BLISS OF SLEEP!?!?!*
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A/N: more action comin' up