Chapter 2

When they got to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione said good night to Harry and ignored Ron. Although Ron was too upset to sleep, he ushered everyone into his or her separate dormitories, like Prefects were meant to do. While Hermione was getting changed upstairs, ignoring her prefect duties with Ron, Harry was fast asleep again dreaming of that night in the ministry if magic. Where Sirius, Harry's godfather and only "Wizard" relative, had been killed. While Sirius fell through the Vale it seemed like it took forever to fall. He was an inch away from the Vale and never fell through. Harry suddenly woke up he looked out the window it was still dark he looked over to Ron's bed...

...he was missing! Harry immediately jumped out of bed and fell flat on his face. He had not realised that some one had cast a jelly legs spell on him.

–Ron- he suddenly thought. And as though Ron had heard him he suddenly burst through the dormitory door. He immediately noticed Harry on the floor. He rushed over and helped him back into bed.

"Sorry mate, but I didn't want any one to follow me." Ron said sympathetically.

"You still didn't have to hex me." Harry spoke sharply.

"You shouldn't get grumpy," Ron said with anger "It was just a hex. You could have taken it off any time you wanted."

"Just shut up okay!" Harry fought back through his words.

"Fine," Ron spoke like he was surrendering. "Night!"

"Night." Harry spoke back sharply From then on there was silence until morning.

A/N: I'm kinda new at this so don't pay me out if it doesn't make sense. Please R/R.