Uh-Oh
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Harry starred at his 6 year best friend, he couldn't believe it. "Poly juice" thought Harry. "It has to be! Malfoy! No... It couldn't have been Malfoy was with me when this happened." He slumped to his knees and hung his head.
He should have noticed something; Ron HAD been acting odd since the beginning of the school year a month ago. Staying close to Hermione acting like an even more over protective brother. About a week or two into school Ron had asked Hermione to hogs mead with him, she had declined, claiming Ron was like her older brother. Ron had been angry not talking to her for a week and a half; he had destroyed his already shabby belongings. When he suddenly was hanging behind her again, watching out for her from every possible threat.
Hermione had told Harry , she was slightly worried on the way Ron had been acting. Harry now saw what she meant. Harry felt a something on his shoulder; he turned up to so Dumbledore smiling kindly down at him. There were tears lining Dumbledore's old face sadness and anger was in his eyes. "Madame Pomfrey." He said still looking down at the young boy. "Yes sir?"
Said the medi witch. "Be so kind as to alert Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that they need to get her as soon as possible. "Yes sir." She said and headed to her office for parchment.
Snape had anger on his face, pure cold fury, "I'll get Minerva." Without another word he glided from the room billowing cape and all. Dumbledore got Harry up and in a chair. For an hour Harry just starred in disbelief at his best friend, till he finally nodded off near midnight.
"WHAT!?!" Harry jumped forward knocking the chair over, looking wildly around for the source of the voice. The sight that met his eyes surprised him. Dumbledore stood quite still, starring down his long nose to a Molly Weasley, who had tear stains running down he face. Mr. Weasley was holding his wife up. She starred up at Dumbledore, "No no noo, it cant be. Not Ron. That's his best friend he wouldn't hurt her..." She moaned. Mr. Weasley stoned stone still, his arms slipping form around his wife he seemed to stare of into space.
"Veritaserum." Whispered cold low dangerous voice. Every one turned including Harry, who no one had noticed was awake. "Veritaserum..." Whispered Snape, who stood in a dark corner his oily hair hung like a frame around his face. He put his hand in his pocket to pull out a small vile of clear liquid. Harry recognized as Veritaserum, a very powerful truth syrup.