Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of these characters. I merely
wish to own Draco's sex body. Alrighty. *can't resist saying that again*
Warning: Right.same as last time. Also, now that I've figured out who the villain of the story *could* be, I must say there's a spoiler for Goblet of Fire. And a spoiler for the Order of the Pheonix. But it's.like.yeah.during the summer after OotP. Oooh, mentions of death. Possibly someone dying. *shrugs* Oh, and I forgot to mention language. It's vurry naughtie poo poo words. But later on. Not right this chapter.
A/N: Oooooh! Only 2 reviews yet I am the happiest little peach around! I am so happy I even laughed like the dough boy on accident! ^_^ Tanky tanky to XOX and Merrick for their reviews! Now on with the story. *charges full steam ahead*
Chapter 2
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Ron woke to the sun streaming through the pale blue curtains of his grandfather's cottage. He rolled over only to find that Harry had already gotten up. Groaning, he pulled the white cotton covers closer to himself and buried his head into the matching pillow, trying to gain a few more minutes of rest.
Unfortunately, he wasn't given very long when the clattering of metal objects sounded from the direction of the kitchen. Ron sighed inwardly and stretched, muttering to himself about the unfairness of it all. Pulling on his pajamas, he stopped at the window on his way past, admiring the mid- morning mist just disappearing from the lake that was down the hill from the cottage. However much he didn't want to, Ron dragged himself away from the beauty of the lake and stumbled into the kitchen.
Harry moaned from his fetal position on the floor, grasping his forehead where his scar was. Ron immediately rushed to his side, morning grogginess all but forgotten.
"Harry, what's wrong? What happened?" Ron frantically checked for injuries on every inch he could of Harry's body before wrapping his arms around the shivering boy and holding him to his chest.
"I-It was Voldemort," Ron suppressed his shudder "he's happy, extremely happy. He's turned someone we know into a Death Eater." Harry despaired at the thought. He knew it was someone they were close to but didn't want to worry Ron anymore than he already had so he kept that part to himself. Ron immediately helped Harry to his feet, casting worried glances to his friend.
"If that's so, maybe we should send an owl to Dumbledore. He would want to know what's going on. We should also send one to Siri-" Ron suddenly realized what he was about to say and shot a frightened look at Harry, but the boy would not look at him. In a sullen voice he told Ron that he needed some time alone to think. After grabbing an already made sandwich, Harry left the cottage and went wandering to the edge of the lake.
/It's been so many months and he *still* hasn't gotten over it/, Ron thought to himself as he set about to picking up the brass pots still littering the floor. /I wish there was something I could do for him, so he could be happy/
Ron went to the cozy living room but found no comfort in the warm colors spread throughout the room. Trying to lose himself to reality, he picked up the nearest Quidditch magazine, immediately turning to latest breaking news section.
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Off in the distance, Harry tore bits of his sandwich off and threw them to the ducks swimming in lazy circles, quacking every now and then at their little ducklings. Harry had hoped he would have gotten over his Godfather's death by now so it wouldn't hurt as bad but it was so hard for him. Every day he kept expecting to see a shaggy black dog run over the grassy hills and leap upon him, slobbering as he licked his Godson's face. That moment never came and he knew he was just being foolish.
No one ever spoke of Sirius, though, and that made things worse for him. They were afraid it would upset Harry. He realized they were right. Lying down on his side in the grass, he picked the little blades of grass out of the ground as he let himself cry. With his silent tears running down his face, he slowly fell asleep, not caring what happened to him.
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There was a knock at the door. It came again, this time harder. Ron jolted awake, knocking the magazine he had been reading off his chest and onto the floor. He got up and quickly composed himself as he opened the door. Drawing in a sudden breath, he let it out just as quickly. Ron grabbed the figure in the doorway, ignoring their tears, and hugged them as if his life depended on it.
"Hermoine, it's you! Oh, it's so good to see you! Things are bloody awful right now. I think I upset Harry. I mentioned Siri-" Ron halted, finally noticing the fact that the girl's body was shaking. He pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her, really looked at her. "Hermoine, what's wrong? What happened?"
Without speaking she took a step inside and then crumpled forward into the waiting arms of Ron.
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Oh, I made it longer. Is it an ok length? Cuz I updated so soon and alllll! Soooo, what'cha think? ^_^ Poor Ron, he's not seeming to have any luck. He just starts to say dear old Sirius's name and everything around him suddenly goes wrong! Well, please review! I'd like to know what you think. I really, really do! *shakes you* What're you waiting for? Go on, review! You know you want to! Purty please? *adorable puppy face*
Oh! One more thing! *ish lazy* Can someone tell me what color Harry, Ron, and Hermoine's eyes are? Tanky tanky in advance!
Warning: Right.same as last time. Also, now that I've figured out who the villain of the story *could* be, I must say there's a spoiler for Goblet of Fire. And a spoiler for the Order of the Pheonix. But it's.like.yeah.during the summer after OotP. Oooh, mentions of death. Possibly someone dying. *shrugs* Oh, and I forgot to mention language. It's vurry naughtie poo poo words. But later on. Not right this chapter.
A/N: Oooooh! Only 2 reviews yet I am the happiest little peach around! I am so happy I even laughed like the dough boy on accident! ^_^ Tanky tanky to XOX and Merrick for their reviews! Now on with the story. *charges full steam ahead*
Chapter 2
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Ron woke to the sun streaming through the pale blue curtains of his grandfather's cottage. He rolled over only to find that Harry had already gotten up. Groaning, he pulled the white cotton covers closer to himself and buried his head into the matching pillow, trying to gain a few more minutes of rest.
Unfortunately, he wasn't given very long when the clattering of metal objects sounded from the direction of the kitchen. Ron sighed inwardly and stretched, muttering to himself about the unfairness of it all. Pulling on his pajamas, he stopped at the window on his way past, admiring the mid- morning mist just disappearing from the lake that was down the hill from the cottage. However much he didn't want to, Ron dragged himself away from the beauty of the lake and stumbled into the kitchen.
Harry moaned from his fetal position on the floor, grasping his forehead where his scar was. Ron immediately rushed to his side, morning grogginess all but forgotten.
"Harry, what's wrong? What happened?" Ron frantically checked for injuries on every inch he could of Harry's body before wrapping his arms around the shivering boy and holding him to his chest.
"I-It was Voldemort," Ron suppressed his shudder "he's happy, extremely happy. He's turned someone we know into a Death Eater." Harry despaired at the thought. He knew it was someone they were close to but didn't want to worry Ron anymore than he already had so he kept that part to himself. Ron immediately helped Harry to his feet, casting worried glances to his friend.
"If that's so, maybe we should send an owl to Dumbledore. He would want to know what's going on. We should also send one to Siri-" Ron suddenly realized what he was about to say and shot a frightened look at Harry, but the boy would not look at him. In a sullen voice he told Ron that he needed some time alone to think. After grabbing an already made sandwich, Harry left the cottage and went wandering to the edge of the lake.
/It's been so many months and he *still* hasn't gotten over it/, Ron thought to himself as he set about to picking up the brass pots still littering the floor. /I wish there was something I could do for him, so he could be happy/
Ron went to the cozy living room but found no comfort in the warm colors spread throughout the room. Trying to lose himself to reality, he picked up the nearest Quidditch magazine, immediately turning to latest breaking news section.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Off in the distance, Harry tore bits of his sandwich off and threw them to the ducks swimming in lazy circles, quacking every now and then at their little ducklings. Harry had hoped he would have gotten over his Godfather's death by now so it wouldn't hurt as bad but it was so hard for him. Every day he kept expecting to see a shaggy black dog run over the grassy hills and leap upon him, slobbering as he licked his Godson's face. That moment never came and he knew he was just being foolish.
No one ever spoke of Sirius, though, and that made things worse for him. They were afraid it would upset Harry. He realized they were right. Lying down on his side in the grass, he picked the little blades of grass out of the ground as he let himself cry. With his silent tears running down his face, he slowly fell asleep, not caring what happened to him.
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There was a knock at the door. It came again, this time harder. Ron jolted awake, knocking the magazine he had been reading off his chest and onto the floor. He got up and quickly composed himself as he opened the door. Drawing in a sudden breath, he let it out just as quickly. Ron grabbed the figure in the doorway, ignoring their tears, and hugged them as if his life depended on it.
"Hermoine, it's you! Oh, it's so good to see you! Things are bloody awful right now. I think I upset Harry. I mentioned Siri-" Ron halted, finally noticing the fact that the girl's body was shaking. He pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her, really looked at her. "Hermoine, what's wrong? What happened?"
Without speaking she took a step inside and then crumpled forward into the waiting arms of Ron.
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Oh, I made it longer. Is it an ok length? Cuz I updated so soon and alllll! Soooo, what'cha think? ^_^ Poor Ron, he's not seeming to have any luck. He just starts to say dear old Sirius's name and everything around him suddenly goes wrong! Well, please review! I'd like to know what you think. I really, really do! *shakes you* What're you waiting for? Go on, review! You know you want to! Purty please? *adorable puppy face*
Oh! One more thing! *ish lazy* Can someone tell me what color Harry, Ron, and Hermoine's eyes are? Tanky tanky in advance!