Title: Dark Mirror_2_The Tempting of Ron Weasley
Challenge:Two Lines challenge of Musefool
Character(s): Ron Weasley
Rating: PG
Words: 496
'Verse: Harry Potter Verse, Fifth year of the books
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"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
"The Sound of Silence" - Simon and Garfunkel
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By His fifth year, Ron was feeling it. Even though he knew that wasn't what was going on, he still felt it. He was known as Harry Potter's Sidekick. Doomed to be forever in the shadow of his best friend, the Boy Who Lived. He didnt mind being in the shadows but he minded that noone seemed to notice anything he did or wanted to be near him for any reason other than to get near Harry.
So he did his best not to mind the looks and the words whispered behind his back and the insults thrown so casually in his direction. He heard it all and the prophecies and the graphitti even, and some took it seriously now but at first it was like that song, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls , And tenement halls.". Now people followed Harry's moves and words. And of course here he was trudging along alone as usual.
Noone wanted to hear or see anything in Harry except celebrity, and he and Hermione had stood beside Harry in that first adventure. He shook his head. He felt bad for Harry sometimes, even when he hated him a little. And in truth, he really didnt mind that Harry was the focus of Hermione's attention, and Cho's and... well a lot of girls'
He found himself trudging along thinking dark half-thoughts as the sunlight flickered and faded from the landscape about Hogwarts. Full night fell and he paused on the quad area and noticed a slight glowing from a section of the wall he had never visited before. there, outlined by faint lines, was a door. he hesitantly touched it and it swung open slowly.
He stepped inside and found himself in a small room. at his feet there was a small plaque: do not enter and read, on pain of loss, and endings. Around him, the room seemed to echo with meaning and with malice. he looked back and found the door was gone.
As he stepped forward, small creepers slowly shot up, then faster and wrapped around his arms and legs, carrying him down the hall an depositing him in a chair before he had the time to flee. And there he found two books. First was the Librarium Consortium, a tome of consorting with demons. The second was a spellbook, hand transcribed by... and Ron drew in a breath as he recognized the name...Tom Riddle, who eventually became Valdemort. At first he thought to take the book back to McGonagal; or Harry... but even thinking of his friend caused his stomach to knot. This was his!
His hands were unconsciously stroking the book softly...feeling it's ancient but well preserved leather cover. The two books felt like... power and fame under Ron's hands... he thought for a moment of how he should take them awa... and the thought never completed itself. Instead he opened the Spell book by Tom Riddle and began to read.
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Challenge:Two Lines challenge of Musefool
Character(s): Ron Weasley
Rating: PG
Words: 496
'Verse: Harry Potter Verse, Fifth year of the books
* * *
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
"The Sound of Silence" - Simon and Garfunkel
* * *
By His fifth year, Ron was feeling it. Even though he knew that wasn't what was going on, he still felt it. He was known as Harry Potter's Sidekick. Doomed to be forever in the shadow of his best friend, the Boy Who Lived. He didnt mind being in the shadows but he minded that noone seemed to notice anything he did or wanted to be near him for any reason other than to get near Harry.
So he did his best not to mind the looks and the words whispered behind his back and the insults thrown so casually in his direction. He heard it all and the prophecies and the graphitti even, and some took it seriously now but at first it was like that song, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls , And tenement halls.". Now people followed Harry's moves and words. And of course here he was trudging along alone as usual.
Noone wanted to hear or see anything in Harry except celebrity, and he and Hermione had stood beside Harry in that first adventure. He shook his head. He felt bad for Harry sometimes, even when he hated him a little. And in truth, he really didnt mind that Harry was the focus of Hermione's attention, and Cho's and... well a lot of girls'
He found himself trudging along thinking dark half-thoughts as the sunlight flickered and faded from the landscape about Hogwarts. Full night fell and he paused on the quad area and noticed a slight glowing from a section of the wall he had never visited before. there, outlined by faint lines, was a door. he hesitantly touched it and it swung open slowly.
He stepped inside and found himself in a small room. at his feet there was a small plaque: do not enter and read, on pain of loss, and endings. Around him, the room seemed to echo with meaning and with malice. he looked back and found the door was gone.
As he stepped forward, small creepers slowly shot up, then faster and wrapped around his arms and legs, carrying him down the hall an depositing him in a chair before he had the time to flee. And there he found two books. First was the Librarium Consortium, a tome of consorting with demons. The second was a spellbook, hand transcribed by... and Ron drew in a breath as he recognized the name...Tom Riddle, who eventually became Valdemort. At first he thought to take the book back to McGonagal; or Harry... but even thinking of his friend caused his stomach to knot. This was his!
His hands were unconsciously stroking the book softly...feeling it's ancient but well preserved leather cover. The two books felt like... power and fame under Ron's hands... he thought for a moment of how he should take them awa... and the thought never completed itself. Instead he opened the Spell book by Tom Riddle and began to read.
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