disclaimer: n, o, t h i, n, g, walla walla bing bang, n o, t h i, ng walla walla bing bang. ok that's my song. but do you get it?
a/n: hope this doesn't suck, but I'm feeling really stupid now, but tell me what i did wrong, and i'll attempt to fix it.
"Ron...earth to Ronnie, OY! RONALD!" Ron wasn't unconcious, but he was lying there very still, hardly blinking, refusing to say anything.
"Don't call me that!" Ron whined. "Fine, I'll get up."
Harry and Hermione pulled Ron up with a great heave.
Ron stared at Hermione and Harry for a moment, then he ran back up the dormitory stairs.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked.
"Us!"
***
Ron was a bit late for breakfast, and when he did arrive, he hardly talked. Whenever someone talked to him, he replied in the shortest way possible. He didn't even utter a word of complaint that his schedule included double Potions.
"Ron...is something wrong with you? You look sick," Harry asked, even though he knew what Ron would say.
"No. I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired. That's all," Ron said loftily.
"Alright then..."
The end of breakfast bell (a/n: do they have a bell??) sounded, but Ron did not move.
"Ron, come on!"
Ron still made no attempt to move.
"RON! Get up!"
Ron started to mutter.
"It's...it's...it's..." He pointed behind Harry.
Both Hermione and Harry spun around quickly.
Standing behind them was Fleur Delacour...but it couldn't be...
"It's a veela!"
Hermione scoffed at him.
"Honestly Ron, what on earth would a veela be doing at Hogwarts?"
"I don't bloody know!"
Harry couldn't stand them arguing, when they were already late for Potions.
"OY! Do you two forget where we're supposed to BE?"
"Oh! Merlin's beard, we're late!"
Harry sighed, then the three ran out of the Great Hall, still wondering who the alleged 'veela' was.
***
"Potter! Weasley! Granger! You're 10 minutes late!"
"Sorry Professor Snape," Hermione said quietly.
"Ya...sorry...we got held up in-" Harry tried to say.
"I do not want to hear your pitiful excuses. Well, 10 points from Gryffindor...each, and detention for all of you."
Hermione looked quite sunken, but Ron and Harry had expected no less from Snape, especially when in the presence of the Slytherins.
The lesson was boring as always. They were making a Truth Draught, which was far less strong than Veritaserum, but also did not take very long to make. The potion was supposed to be a light, shimmering blue, yet nearly everyone's was more of a midnight blue, and Neville's was gray.
"Gray. Gray, Mister Longbottom. Tell me, how many crushed slug shells did you add?"
"Er...four?"
"Are you asking me, or telling me?"
"I'm...I'm...I'm telling you."
"I see. I wonder, Neville, can you read?"
"Um...yes, sir."
"Well, I suppose that you can read the board!" Snape grabbed the back of Neville's head and slowly turned it to face the board. "So Mister Longbottom, how many crushed slug shells were you supposed to add?"
"Three." Neville said very quietly.
"Precisely. And, why, exactly, did you not follow directions properly?"
"I...I was confused, I-"
Snape pushed Neville's head away.
"It does not take very much, now does it?"
Just then, the bell rang, and everyone-except Harry-crowded out.
'Hmm...maybe I should take some of this and see exactly what Hermione is hiding.' Harry thought to himself. He took out one of his extra vials and filled it with his potion just as Snape said to him "Mister Potter, would you mind getting to your next class on time?"
"Sorry Professor Snape...er, I'll be leaving then..." Harry replied, then ran out of the dungeon, hoping Snape didn't notice the small bulge in his pocket.
a/n: sry it took so long! i am so sorry. i was totally brain dead, and kinda busy, so i couldnt get to writing! plz forgive me! please! i will try to get the next part out by tomorrow to make up for this, but don't count on it!
a/n: hope this doesn't suck, but I'm feeling really stupid now, but tell me what i did wrong, and i'll attempt to fix it.
"Ron...earth to Ronnie, OY! RONALD!" Ron wasn't unconcious, but he was lying there very still, hardly blinking, refusing to say anything.
"Don't call me that!" Ron whined. "Fine, I'll get up."
Harry and Hermione pulled Ron up with a great heave.
Ron stared at Hermione and Harry for a moment, then he ran back up the dormitory stairs.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked.
"Us!"
***
Ron was a bit late for breakfast, and when he did arrive, he hardly talked. Whenever someone talked to him, he replied in the shortest way possible. He didn't even utter a word of complaint that his schedule included double Potions.
"Ron...is something wrong with you? You look sick," Harry asked, even though he knew what Ron would say.
"No. I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired. That's all," Ron said loftily.
"Alright then..."
The end of breakfast bell (a/n: do they have a bell??) sounded, but Ron did not move.
"Ron, come on!"
Ron still made no attempt to move.
"RON! Get up!"
Ron started to mutter.
"It's...it's...it's..." He pointed behind Harry.
Both Hermione and Harry spun around quickly.
Standing behind them was Fleur Delacour...but it couldn't be...
"It's a veela!"
Hermione scoffed at him.
"Honestly Ron, what on earth would a veela be doing at Hogwarts?"
"I don't bloody know!"
Harry couldn't stand them arguing, when they were already late for Potions.
"OY! Do you two forget where we're supposed to BE?"
"Oh! Merlin's beard, we're late!"
Harry sighed, then the three ran out of the Great Hall, still wondering who the alleged 'veela' was.
***
"Potter! Weasley! Granger! You're 10 minutes late!"
"Sorry Professor Snape," Hermione said quietly.
"Ya...sorry...we got held up in-" Harry tried to say.
"I do not want to hear your pitiful excuses. Well, 10 points from Gryffindor...each, and detention for all of you."
Hermione looked quite sunken, but Ron and Harry had expected no less from Snape, especially when in the presence of the Slytherins.
The lesson was boring as always. They were making a Truth Draught, which was far less strong than Veritaserum, but also did not take very long to make. The potion was supposed to be a light, shimmering blue, yet nearly everyone's was more of a midnight blue, and Neville's was gray.
"Gray. Gray, Mister Longbottom. Tell me, how many crushed slug shells did you add?"
"Er...four?"
"Are you asking me, or telling me?"
"I'm...I'm...I'm telling you."
"I see. I wonder, Neville, can you read?"
"Um...yes, sir."
"Well, I suppose that you can read the board!" Snape grabbed the back of Neville's head and slowly turned it to face the board. "So Mister Longbottom, how many crushed slug shells were you supposed to add?"
"Three." Neville said very quietly.
"Precisely. And, why, exactly, did you not follow directions properly?"
"I...I was confused, I-"
Snape pushed Neville's head away.
"It does not take very much, now does it?"
Just then, the bell rang, and everyone-except Harry-crowded out.
'Hmm...maybe I should take some of this and see exactly what Hermione is hiding.' Harry thought to himself. He took out one of his extra vials and filled it with his potion just as Snape said to him "Mister Potter, would you mind getting to your next class on time?"
"Sorry Professor Snape...er, I'll be leaving then..." Harry replied, then ran out of the dungeon, hoping Snape didn't notice the small bulge in his pocket.
a/n: sry it took so long! i am so sorry. i was totally brain dead, and kinda busy, so i couldnt get to writing! plz forgive me! please! i will try to get the next part out by tomorrow to make up for this, but don't count on it!