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Chapter Seven – Deceit
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Third Years over here! Here please!" Called Professor Flitwick from his chair on the end of the teachers' table. The third years made a beeline for him, excited that they would finally be let out of the school.
This process went on until every student from every year had their name checked off on the list of people to go to Hogsmeade.
Harry, Hermione and Ron all got their names checked off and headed out the doors of the Great Hall and on their way to Hogsmeade. Finally, after walking for a few hours, they made it to Hogsmeade.
"Well, I have to do some shopping for things, I'll meet you both in the Three Broomsticks at twelve," Hermione told the boys before walking into the nearest shop, leaving them standing in the middle of the road.
"I might head off to look at the Quidditch stuff," Muttered Ron, who soon located the shop and entered.
Now it was just Harry, and that suited him just fine. He made his way down to the Hogshead, but instead of entering through the grime-covered door, he bypassed it and went around to the back.
There was no light here, everything was dank and dirty. He glanced around, the dust played on the only light he could see, which came from a crack between the Hogshead and another building that he didn't know of.
With the swish of a cloak, Voldemort was in front of him. Harry could almost taste his breath, they were so close.
"Good Morning isn't it Harry? Very delightful." He looked through Harry's eyes, who had gone blank with lack of a retort. "I Suppose so." He replied lamely, suddenly feeling very out of place.
"Oh Harry, don't sound so downtrodden. I've got something to keep you occupied anyway." His eyes now bored into Harry, looking for some sign of weakness or fault. When he could none, he spoke again.
"Aren't you even going to ask what it is?" He said, watching Harry's reaction. 'It was true,' Harry thought, ' I do want to know what he's got in store for me.'
"What is it then?" Snapped Harry, glaring at the man.
"Don't take that tone with me, I'm only trying to help you get revenge. Here." He lifted a potion that glowed a deep purple from his robes and handed it to Harry. "Take this."
Harry eyed it for a while, before grudgingly accepting it, stuffing it into his own robes.
"Take it tonight. It will make all you're problems go away." He smiled, and it was one of the worst things Harry had seen.
"Whatever." He turned and walked out, leaving Voldemort behind.
Harry checked his watch. It was12: 13pm. Where were 'Ron and Hermione' he wondered, seating himself at a table in the back of the Three Broomsticks.
Lady Rosemerta had already asked to take Harry's order three times, and each one he had declined. He hoped his friends would arrive soon; he could feel his stomach grumbling.
Since Harry was at the back, he did not see Hermione and Ron enter. Ron had his around Hermione's neck and both were laughing. Harry could just hear them over the Ruckus of third years in the booth next to him.
"I wonder where Harry is?" Said Ron, glancing around.
"I don't know, oh well, we have more important things to worry about." Said Hermione, placing her hand on top of Ron's and looking into his eyes. Ron managed to mutter a quick reply that Harry couldn't hear.
Ron then leaned in and kissed Hermione. Harry couldn't take it, how dare his friends not care about him. 'No wonder they had those looks when I was around.' He thought angrily, before rushing out, knocking a few third years out of the way.
He ran all the way back to Hogwarts, blinking back tears. ' How dare my friends betray me?' He thought, yanking open the doors to the Great Hall and retreating upstairs.
It was hours before Ron came into the dormitory, looking slightly flushed and dragging bags up onto his bed.
"Oh, Hey Harry." He said casually, opening his bags. When he got no response, he looked up and saw Harry sitting cross-legged, facing the wall.
"Harry?" He asked, starting to become worried. "Harry?"
"Oh so NOW you're going to talk to me. Nice of you to care about me in the Three Broomsticks today." He said icily, and he could Ron drop whatever he was holding and take in a short, sharp breath.
"Y-You saw us?" He asked, sounding ashamed and embarrassed at the same time.
"Yes." This was all Harry could bring himself to say.
"Look, mate, it wasn't what it looks like. Really – "Ron started to say, but was cut off by Harry.
"Oh wasn't it? So you just kissing Hermione just sort of happened did it?" He was yelling now, and he didn't care if the whole of England heard him.
Ron was turning a shade of pink that Dolores Umbridge would have been proud of.
"Keep your voice down Harry!" He whispered violently, casting a worried glance at the door.
"Keep my voice down? Keep MY voice down? Why don't you keep your bloody mouth to yourself!" and with that he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving a very solemn-faced Ron sitting on his bed.
A/N: Okay, I hated this chapter too, but all Is good if you would just kindly press the submit a review...
Chapter Seven – Deceit
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Third Years over here! Here please!" Called Professor Flitwick from his chair on the end of the teachers' table. The third years made a beeline for him, excited that they would finally be let out of the school.
This process went on until every student from every year had their name checked off on the list of people to go to Hogsmeade.
Harry, Hermione and Ron all got their names checked off and headed out the doors of the Great Hall and on their way to Hogsmeade. Finally, after walking for a few hours, they made it to Hogsmeade.
"Well, I have to do some shopping for things, I'll meet you both in the Three Broomsticks at twelve," Hermione told the boys before walking into the nearest shop, leaving them standing in the middle of the road.
"I might head off to look at the Quidditch stuff," Muttered Ron, who soon located the shop and entered.
Now it was just Harry, and that suited him just fine. He made his way down to the Hogshead, but instead of entering through the grime-covered door, he bypassed it and went around to the back.
There was no light here, everything was dank and dirty. He glanced around, the dust played on the only light he could see, which came from a crack between the Hogshead and another building that he didn't know of.
With the swish of a cloak, Voldemort was in front of him. Harry could almost taste his breath, they were so close.
"Good Morning isn't it Harry? Very delightful." He looked through Harry's eyes, who had gone blank with lack of a retort. "I Suppose so." He replied lamely, suddenly feeling very out of place.
"Oh Harry, don't sound so downtrodden. I've got something to keep you occupied anyway." His eyes now bored into Harry, looking for some sign of weakness or fault. When he could none, he spoke again.
"Aren't you even going to ask what it is?" He said, watching Harry's reaction. 'It was true,' Harry thought, ' I do want to know what he's got in store for me.'
"What is it then?" Snapped Harry, glaring at the man.
"Don't take that tone with me, I'm only trying to help you get revenge. Here." He lifted a potion that glowed a deep purple from his robes and handed it to Harry. "Take this."
Harry eyed it for a while, before grudgingly accepting it, stuffing it into his own robes.
"Take it tonight. It will make all you're problems go away." He smiled, and it was one of the worst things Harry had seen.
"Whatever." He turned and walked out, leaving Voldemort behind.
Harry checked his watch. It was12: 13pm. Where were 'Ron and Hermione' he wondered, seating himself at a table in the back of the Three Broomsticks.
Lady Rosemerta had already asked to take Harry's order three times, and each one he had declined. He hoped his friends would arrive soon; he could feel his stomach grumbling.
Since Harry was at the back, he did not see Hermione and Ron enter. Ron had his around Hermione's neck and both were laughing. Harry could just hear them over the Ruckus of third years in the booth next to him.
"I wonder where Harry is?" Said Ron, glancing around.
"I don't know, oh well, we have more important things to worry about." Said Hermione, placing her hand on top of Ron's and looking into his eyes. Ron managed to mutter a quick reply that Harry couldn't hear.
Ron then leaned in and kissed Hermione. Harry couldn't take it, how dare his friends not care about him. 'No wonder they had those looks when I was around.' He thought angrily, before rushing out, knocking a few third years out of the way.
He ran all the way back to Hogwarts, blinking back tears. ' How dare my friends betray me?' He thought, yanking open the doors to the Great Hall and retreating upstairs.
It was hours before Ron came into the dormitory, looking slightly flushed and dragging bags up onto his bed.
"Oh, Hey Harry." He said casually, opening his bags. When he got no response, he looked up and saw Harry sitting cross-legged, facing the wall.
"Harry?" He asked, starting to become worried. "Harry?"
"Oh so NOW you're going to talk to me. Nice of you to care about me in the Three Broomsticks today." He said icily, and he could Ron drop whatever he was holding and take in a short, sharp breath.
"Y-You saw us?" He asked, sounding ashamed and embarrassed at the same time.
"Yes." This was all Harry could bring himself to say.
"Look, mate, it wasn't what it looks like. Really – "Ron started to say, but was cut off by Harry.
"Oh wasn't it? So you just kissing Hermione just sort of happened did it?" He was yelling now, and he didn't care if the whole of England heard him.
Ron was turning a shade of pink that Dolores Umbridge would have been proud of.
"Keep your voice down Harry!" He whispered violently, casting a worried glance at the door.
"Keep my voice down? Keep MY voice down? Why don't you keep your bloody mouth to yourself!" and with that he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving a very solemn-faced Ron sitting on his bed.
A/N: Okay, I hated this chapter too, but all Is good if you would just kindly press the submit a review...