Authors Note: Carleen's sister think I'm trying to be like Avril Lavigne
just because I'm wearing a tank top and black, baggy, punkish pants. Oh
well. Wait until I dye my hair black! MWHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem. Anyways I hope
you guys liked the last chappie. I was really hoping that we could get more
reviews so we know how to improve our writing.
Carleen: The reason I didn't say anything last time was because Roxanne gagged me and threw me in the dark corner of a dungeon. I TOLD YOU SHE WAS CRAZY!
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Ron's world was blurred by cloudy smears that spun with great velocity.
"Am I. Dead?" Ron whispered to the abyss. He felt a cool breeze on his freckled cheek.
"No. Not yet," A strange but familiar voice called out to him.
"Ah crap," Ron said depressingly, "Why not?"
"You have not fulfilled you purpose. You do not want to die yet, Ronald."
"But I do! Really I do! That's why I killed myself!"
"You are not ready to leave this world, Ronald," The voice said, fading.
"Who are you?" Ron screamed.
"That is not important. Your life is." The voice faded out completely on the last word.
The spinning clouds spun faster and faster until Ron was about to vomit and the images around him changed into the familiar setting of the Platform 9 ¾. He looked around. People walked past without noticing him. He spotted Harry, alone. He waved to him, but Harry didn't notice. "They can't see me," He whispered.
"Of course not. You do not exist. This is what life would be like. without you."
Ron followed Harry onto the train, making sure he didn't walk through people. That was just creepy. He followed him into a compartment that was empty. A boy, about eleven years old walked up to Harry. He was blonde and had an evil look about him.
"Draco," Ron spat.
Harry welcomed the boy and asked if he would like to sit down. Younger versions of Crabbe and Goyle soon joined them. They told Harry of the famous Slytherin successors, who were actually evil wizards and witches who were in Azkaban.
As the train jolted they stopped talking because a girl with frizzy brown hair entered.
"Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost his," She said in an intellectual tone.
"Who are you?" Draco sneered.
"I happen to be Hermione Granger," she said, "And you are?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Charmed I'm sure."
"Whatever! Now are any of you going to help look for Neville's toad?"
Harry started to stand up Draco stopped him.
"We do not associate ourselves with mudbloods," He informed Harry.
Hermione put her hand to her mouth. She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes and she slinked away. Rage built up in Ron and he tried to attack Draco but it was no use. He couldn't touch him. He was invisible. He didn't exist.
They reached Hogwarts and got off the train. Harry took at boat with Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. Ron boarded with them but the boat sunk no more or less. He didn't exist.
The sorting hat ceremony seemed the same. Until Harry was called up.
"SLYTHERIN!" The magical hat called out.
"Nooooooooo!" Ron yelled thrusting himself to knock Harry out of the seat. In mid-dive his surrounding disappeared in a flash of blinding light. He tumbled onto a stone floor. Behind him lay The Mirror of Erised. In front, was Albus Dumbledore. He smiled warmly.
"Now you see Ronald, you shouldn't be dead. You have a purpose."
"To keep Harry out of trouble?" Ron asked stupidly.
"No," Dumbledore laughed, "I do not know what it is. Even the great mind readers of the world do not know, nor will they until you have lived your full life, which shall not end today, nor tomorrow or even this year. You are needed, Ronald."
Ron looked up at his professor and his eyes welled with tears. He whispered a thank you and collapsed from lack of blood and sheer exhaustion.
******
"Have a piece of cake," Ginny said at dinner time to Harry and gently topped his nose with icing. Harry laughed and took the cake from her fingers. He made Ginny laugh as he tried to lick the icing off his nose.
"You know what?" Ginny said, holding back hysterical laughter, "It's impossible to lick your elbow!"
Harry looked at her, then his elbow. Then he tried to lick it. Ginny exploded with laughter, almost falling into the lemon chiffon cake on the table. The rest of the Gryffindor's looked at them oddly which only made them laugh harder.
Suddenly everything went silent as the doors to the hall opened. Ron stepped in, looking tired and sweaty. (A/N Just like Aragorn when he enters Helm's Deep!!!! *dies and goes to heaven*). Everyone gasped at the site. His once white shirt was stained a dark red around his stomach. He sat himself beside Harry and Ginny. They stared at him but he just looked at the food. They kept staring until Ron said, "What?"
"Nothing," they both replied.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.
"The last time I saw her, she was tutoring Neville," Ginny responded.
"Oh nice! She's got him too!" Ron laughed a depressing laugh.
"Erm. Ron? Are you okay?" Harry asked caringly.
"Just dandy," Ron retorted and slammed the chicken he was eating onto the plate. He left the Great Hall, just as he had entered; in silence.
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Neville and Hermione were still in the same spot that Professor Sprice had left them in. Both were cold, scared and shaking. Neville had seen what Professor Sprice turned into but Draco had not. No one would believe them, especially since Professor Sprice was a Veela. But, despite the odds, they both raced towards Professor's McGonagall's office to tell her.
They knocked, but no answer came. They heard rustling noises inside. Hermione decided to be brave and burst into the office.
"EW! OLD PEOPLE!"
Carleen: The reason I didn't say anything last time was because Roxanne gagged me and threw me in the dark corner of a dungeon. I TOLD YOU SHE WAS CRAZY!
******
Ron's world was blurred by cloudy smears that spun with great velocity.
"Am I. Dead?" Ron whispered to the abyss. He felt a cool breeze on his freckled cheek.
"No. Not yet," A strange but familiar voice called out to him.
"Ah crap," Ron said depressingly, "Why not?"
"You have not fulfilled you purpose. You do not want to die yet, Ronald."
"But I do! Really I do! That's why I killed myself!"
"You are not ready to leave this world, Ronald," The voice said, fading.
"Who are you?" Ron screamed.
"That is not important. Your life is." The voice faded out completely on the last word.
The spinning clouds spun faster and faster until Ron was about to vomit and the images around him changed into the familiar setting of the Platform 9 ¾. He looked around. People walked past without noticing him. He spotted Harry, alone. He waved to him, but Harry didn't notice. "They can't see me," He whispered.
"Of course not. You do not exist. This is what life would be like. without you."
Ron followed Harry onto the train, making sure he didn't walk through people. That was just creepy. He followed him into a compartment that was empty. A boy, about eleven years old walked up to Harry. He was blonde and had an evil look about him.
"Draco," Ron spat.
Harry welcomed the boy and asked if he would like to sit down. Younger versions of Crabbe and Goyle soon joined them. They told Harry of the famous Slytherin successors, who were actually evil wizards and witches who were in Azkaban.
As the train jolted they stopped talking because a girl with frizzy brown hair entered.
"Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost his," She said in an intellectual tone.
"Who are you?" Draco sneered.
"I happen to be Hermione Granger," she said, "And you are?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Charmed I'm sure."
"Whatever! Now are any of you going to help look for Neville's toad?"
Harry started to stand up Draco stopped him.
"We do not associate ourselves with mudbloods," He informed Harry.
Hermione put her hand to her mouth. She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes and she slinked away. Rage built up in Ron and he tried to attack Draco but it was no use. He couldn't touch him. He was invisible. He didn't exist.
They reached Hogwarts and got off the train. Harry took at boat with Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. Ron boarded with them but the boat sunk no more or less. He didn't exist.
The sorting hat ceremony seemed the same. Until Harry was called up.
"SLYTHERIN!" The magical hat called out.
"Nooooooooo!" Ron yelled thrusting himself to knock Harry out of the seat. In mid-dive his surrounding disappeared in a flash of blinding light. He tumbled onto a stone floor. Behind him lay The Mirror of Erised. In front, was Albus Dumbledore. He smiled warmly.
"Now you see Ronald, you shouldn't be dead. You have a purpose."
"To keep Harry out of trouble?" Ron asked stupidly.
"No," Dumbledore laughed, "I do not know what it is. Even the great mind readers of the world do not know, nor will they until you have lived your full life, which shall not end today, nor tomorrow or even this year. You are needed, Ronald."
Ron looked up at his professor and his eyes welled with tears. He whispered a thank you and collapsed from lack of blood and sheer exhaustion.
******
"Have a piece of cake," Ginny said at dinner time to Harry and gently topped his nose with icing. Harry laughed and took the cake from her fingers. He made Ginny laugh as he tried to lick the icing off his nose.
"You know what?" Ginny said, holding back hysterical laughter, "It's impossible to lick your elbow!"
Harry looked at her, then his elbow. Then he tried to lick it. Ginny exploded with laughter, almost falling into the lemon chiffon cake on the table. The rest of the Gryffindor's looked at them oddly which only made them laugh harder.
Suddenly everything went silent as the doors to the hall opened. Ron stepped in, looking tired and sweaty. (A/N Just like Aragorn when he enters Helm's Deep!!!! *dies and goes to heaven*). Everyone gasped at the site. His once white shirt was stained a dark red around his stomach. He sat himself beside Harry and Ginny. They stared at him but he just looked at the food. They kept staring until Ron said, "What?"
"Nothing," they both replied.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.
"The last time I saw her, she was tutoring Neville," Ginny responded.
"Oh nice! She's got him too!" Ron laughed a depressing laugh.
"Erm. Ron? Are you okay?" Harry asked caringly.
"Just dandy," Ron retorted and slammed the chicken he was eating onto the plate. He left the Great Hall, just as he had entered; in silence.
******
Neville and Hermione were still in the same spot that Professor Sprice had left them in. Both were cold, scared and shaking. Neville had seen what Professor Sprice turned into but Draco had not. No one would believe them, especially since Professor Sprice was a Veela. But, despite the odds, they both raced towards Professor's McGonagall's office to tell her.
They knocked, but no answer came. They heard rustling noises inside. Hermione decided to be brave and burst into the office.
"EW! OLD PEOPLE!"