Chapter 3-
Ron ran inside. Hogwarts seemed so much bigger without people in it. That's how Ron liked it though. He ran nonstop up to Gryfinndor common room. The fire was extinguished. Ron didn't need it though. He realized it was August 26. That meant term started in 6 days. Ron would just have to enjoy life until they came.
Ron sat in one of the cozy armchairs. He was thinking, what if I need to go somewhere? Ron kept on thinking. Then he thought, what about the thestrals? He thought one word, Hogsmeade. Maybe, if he was lucky, no one would be in the stores. Ron thought about Hogsmeade. He was really in the mood for butterbeer; no he was really in the mood for fire whiskey.
Ron really never found out how he got on the thestral or how it got near him. All he knew was that riding on it was excellent. For once this summer he felt free; free as could be. Ron caught up with his senses when he felt a shift in position. He was heading to the ground. Once he managed to get off his thestral he looked up.
The whole of Hogsmeade was deserted. Ron found the place he was looking for in an instant. He looked into the windows of The Three Broomsticks. There was no one in there. How odd was that? But a second later a hand touched his shoulder. "You know you not supposed be here Mr. Weasley" said a very calm voice. A horrified Ron turned to look in the face of their headmaster (Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbuldore)
"Lets have a drink while we talk" said Dumbuldore. Ron walked into the shop. "What would you like to drink,?" the headmaster asked. "A butterbeer I guess" replied Ron. A moment later Dumbuldore brought their drinks. "Now Ron, I just want to know why you're here" Dumbuldore said smoothly. "Because, ..."Ron began. "Because I hate it home." When Dumbuldore spoke it was in a calm voice. "Now Ron I know that's not the reason" he said. Ron's temper began to rise. Dumbuldore went on. "But I will let you stay at Hogwarts until the term starts." Shut up Dumbuldore Ron thought to himself. "Lets get back to Hogwarts" he said, almost as though he had read Ron's mind. Dumbuldore went over to the counter. He picked up a bottle of fire whiskey and muttered the word "Portus!" Dumbuldore held out the bottle. He held out a finger. He felt a wondering sensation next...
Ron ran inside. Hogwarts seemed so much bigger without people in it. That's how Ron liked it though. He ran nonstop up to Gryfinndor common room. The fire was extinguished. Ron didn't need it though. He realized it was August 26. That meant term started in 6 days. Ron would just have to enjoy life until they came.
Ron sat in one of the cozy armchairs. He was thinking, what if I need to go somewhere? Ron kept on thinking. Then he thought, what about the thestrals? He thought one word, Hogsmeade. Maybe, if he was lucky, no one would be in the stores. Ron thought about Hogsmeade. He was really in the mood for butterbeer; no he was really in the mood for fire whiskey.
Ron really never found out how he got on the thestral or how it got near him. All he knew was that riding on it was excellent. For once this summer he felt free; free as could be. Ron caught up with his senses when he felt a shift in position. He was heading to the ground. Once he managed to get off his thestral he looked up.
The whole of Hogsmeade was deserted. Ron found the place he was looking for in an instant. He looked into the windows of The Three Broomsticks. There was no one in there. How odd was that? But a second later a hand touched his shoulder. "You know you not supposed be here Mr. Weasley" said a very calm voice. A horrified Ron turned to look in the face of their headmaster (Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbuldore)
"Lets have a drink while we talk" said Dumbuldore. Ron walked into the shop. "What would you like to drink,?" the headmaster asked. "A butterbeer I guess" replied Ron. A moment later Dumbuldore brought their drinks. "Now Ron, I just want to know why you're here" Dumbuldore said smoothly. "Because, ..."Ron began. "Because I hate it home." When Dumbuldore spoke it was in a calm voice. "Now Ron I know that's not the reason" he said. Ron's temper began to rise. Dumbuldore went on. "But I will let you stay at Hogwarts until the term starts." Shut up Dumbuldore Ron thought to himself. "Lets get back to Hogwarts" he said, almost as though he had read Ron's mind. Dumbuldore went over to the counter. He picked up a bottle of fire whiskey and muttered the word "Portus!" Dumbuldore held out the bottle. He held out a finger. He felt a wondering sensation next...