Chapter 13:
Ron had been mad at Hermione for days now. Every time he saw her in the halls, he turned around and went the opposite direction. Gertrude knew by now that he wasn't on good terms with Hermione. And this made him vulnerable to her.
Ron was sitting in the common room all alone. Ever one else was in the Great Hall eating dinner. All that Saturday he stayed in Gryffindor Tower. Sulking; thinking; eating; and sulking and thinking some more.
"Why does she want to change me?" he thought to himself. "She's been changing me since year 2. All the "Do you're home work Ron!"; "Straighten up!" and "Be quiet!"'s" he said in a mock Hermione voice out loud.
Silently Professor Gertrude mad her way up to Gryffindor tower. Now at dinner there would be no one there except Ron. She could find out more information and have one less problem, all with one shot. An evil grin took up her face as she thought of the lord, thanking her, and rewarding her for her deed.
She approaches the picture frame and says to the fat lady "Open up you!"
But she is reluctant and denies her entry. So Gertrude says again "Open up. There is some one up there that needs my help!"
But the fat lady still denies her entry. She never heard no calls for help. But then Gertrude uses her dark magic to make it sound like some one was hurt inside, badly.
"Fine, you had better help them. It sounds bad. Come in professor." The fat lady says while swinging open reluctantly.
As she rushes in Ron looks up, expecting Hermione. But it was not, his palms began to sweet. What did she want? And how did she get in?" he thought, nervously, remembering the last time they were alone.
"Wha...what are you doing in hear? How'd you get in?" Ron asks standing up.
"I have come to help you." Gertrude says to him, smiling.
"To help me with what?" Ron asks confused.
"To help you tell me what else Harry's knows. Silly." She says frighteningly friendly.
As Gertrude raises her wand to Ron, he pulls his out fast and blurts out "Wishie washie."
A hand appears beside her head. Then a mouth appears beside it. It licks one of the fingers on the hand. Gertrud stares at it with disgust and fright. Just then it sticks the wet slobber full finger in her ear.
"Wet Willie!" the mouth says before disappearing.
Ron has a grin on his face while Gertrude tries to clean out her ear. Then just as he is about to say "Expeliarmus." Gertrude beets him to it. His wand flies out of his hand and lands all the way on the other side of the common room.
"Legilimens." Gertrude shouts.
But she does not see what he knows that Harry knows. She sees himself being given a wonderful dress robe and giving it back to Hermione. She stops a look of disgust on her face.
"You gave that gorgeous robe back? Are you mad? That must have cost a fortune. But enough about your stupidity." She says. "Back to business."
"That's none of your business. You stay out of my head!" Ron yells.
"No, and don't ever speak to your superior like that.' She growls. 'Crucio!"
Ron crumples to the floor in pain. So this is what Harry felt all those times it was put on him by Voldemort. How did he survive? It's so painful! Ran through his head. She stopped but did not lower her wand. Instead she gave an evil smile and said
"This will not hurt, for long! In fact you may not even be able to feel much at all for very much longer."
Ron stares at her, his eyes wide open in horror. What was she going to do that was worse than this? He asked himself.
"Emhinehmish!" (Em-hin-eh-m-ish)
Ron sees this bright yellow light. Before it hits him, he thinks, I'm sorry Hermione. I should never have been so mad at you. But what good does that do? I'm a Weasley, and you're a Granger. You won't like me! And he falls to the floor. His body is as stiff as a board. He feels himself unable to move. His whole body aches as if he had been put through extensive Quidditch training. He begins to feel him mind drift off. He can't control himself.
"I'll die in hear. All alone. I hate her. I can't even move. She dares call this not pain. I'd like to see her want desperately to move and not be able to." He says to himself.
"Now listen to me I'm talking to my self, and answering back! Help, Harry, Hermione, HELP ME!" But no one can hear his calls for help. Before he has a chance to think anything else he falls deep into darkness. His mind lost in the dark, he goes unconscious.
After dinner, Harry and Hermione reach the common room to find it full of people.
"What happened?" they ask Neville and Seamus Finnegan.
"We don't know. The fat lady says Professor Gertrude heard him call for help. And when she got in he was like this!" Seamus replies.
"Where is he?" Hermione asks.
"In the hospital wing! Professor McGonigal came and took him a while ago. Hope he's all right." Neville says terrified.
"We have to go see him Harry. It may be my entire fault' Hermione begins to lower her voice so barley Harry could hear her. 'That Gertrude hurt him."
"Sure, let's go now. Maybe we can help." Harry replies.
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Ron had been mad at Hermione for days now. Every time he saw her in the halls, he turned around and went the opposite direction. Gertrude knew by now that he wasn't on good terms with Hermione. And this made him vulnerable to her.
Ron was sitting in the common room all alone. Ever one else was in the Great Hall eating dinner. All that Saturday he stayed in Gryffindor Tower. Sulking; thinking; eating; and sulking and thinking some more.
"Why does she want to change me?" he thought to himself. "She's been changing me since year 2. All the "Do you're home work Ron!"; "Straighten up!" and "Be quiet!"'s" he said in a mock Hermione voice out loud.
Silently Professor Gertrude mad her way up to Gryffindor tower. Now at dinner there would be no one there except Ron. She could find out more information and have one less problem, all with one shot. An evil grin took up her face as she thought of the lord, thanking her, and rewarding her for her deed.
She approaches the picture frame and says to the fat lady "Open up you!"
But she is reluctant and denies her entry. So Gertrude says again "Open up. There is some one up there that needs my help!"
But the fat lady still denies her entry. She never heard no calls for help. But then Gertrude uses her dark magic to make it sound like some one was hurt inside, badly.
"Fine, you had better help them. It sounds bad. Come in professor." The fat lady says while swinging open reluctantly.
As she rushes in Ron looks up, expecting Hermione. But it was not, his palms began to sweet. What did she want? And how did she get in?" he thought, nervously, remembering the last time they were alone.
"Wha...what are you doing in hear? How'd you get in?" Ron asks standing up.
"I have come to help you." Gertrude says to him, smiling.
"To help me with what?" Ron asks confused.
"To help you tell me what else Harry's knows. Silly." She says frighteningly friendly.
As Gertrude raises her wand to Ron, he pulls his out fast and blurts out "Wishie washie."
A hand appears beside her head. Then a mouth appears beside it. It licks one of the fingers on the hand. Gertrud stares at it with disgust and fright. Just then it sticks the wet slobber full finger in her ear.
"Wet Willie!" the mouth says before disappearing.
Ron has a grin on his face while Gertrude tries to clean out her ear. Then just as he is about to say "Expeliarmus." Gertrude beets him to it. His wand flies out of his hand and lands all the way on the other side of the common room.
"Legilimens." Gertrude shouts.
But she does not see what he knows that Harry knows. She sees himself being given a wonderful dress robe and giving it back to Hermione. She stops a look of disgust on her face.
"You gave that gorgeous robe back? Are you mad? That must have cost a fortune. But enough about your stupidity." She says. "Back to business."
"That's none of your business. You stay out of my head!" Ron yells.
"No, and don't ever speak to your superior like that.' She growls. 'Crucio!"
Ron crumples to the floor in pain. So this is what Harry felt all those times it was put on him by Voldemort. How did he survive? It's so painful! Ran through his head. She stopped but did not lower her wand. Instead she gave an evil smile and said
"This will not hurt, for long! In fact you may not even be able to feel much at all for very much longer."
Ron stares at her, his eyes wide open in horror. What was she going to do that was worse than this? He asked himself.
"Emhinehmish!" (Em-hin-eh-m-ish)
Ron sees this bright yellow light. Before it hits him, he thinks, I'm sorry Hermione. I should never have been so mad at you. But what good does that do? I'm a Weasley, and you're a Granger. You won't like me! And he falls to the floor. His body is as stiff as a board. He feels himself unable to move. His whole body aches as if he had been put through extensive Quidditch training. He begins to feel him mind drift off. He can't control himself.
"I'll die in hear. All alone. I hate her. I can't even move. She dares call this not pain. I'd like to see her want desperately to move and not be able to." He says to himself.
"Now listen to me I'm talking to my self, and answering back! Help, Harry, Hermione, HELP ME!" But no one can hear his calls for help. Before he has a chance to think anything else he falls deep into darkness. His mind lost in the dark, he goes unconscious.
After dinner, Harry and Hermione reach the common room to find it full of people.
"What happened?" they ask Neville and Seamus Finnegan.
"We don't know. The fat lady says Professor Gertrude heard him call for help. And when she got in he was like this!" Seamus replies.
"Where is he?" Hermione asks.
"In the hospital wing! Professor McGonigal came and took him a while ago. Hope he's all right." Neville says terrified.
"We have to go see him Harry. It may be my entire fault' Hermione begins to lower her voice so barley Harry could hear her. 'That Gertrude hurt him."
"Sure, let's go now. Maybe we can help." Harry replies.
Authors' note –tan0508- we'll try to update daily. And do you have any guesses as to what chapter we want to end on? 16? 20? 30? Or gosh forbid 50?giggles. Reply to me or Julia at