"Ron This means someone was in here trying to steal something." Harry shouted, "While you were in here did you see anything?"

'I can't believe I was so careless and left the stupid trunk out in the open. Oh just great, now I have to make up another lie. How do I get myself into theses messes?'

"Don't worry Harry we will find out who did this" said Neville, trying to calm Harry.

'I can't lie to him he might figure it out. I guess I have to think of a plan now. Think Ron, think, how can you get Harry out and the cloak back in the chest?' Then he had an idea. It might not work but there were no other choices at this point.

Ron waited till Harry and Neville turned their backs to the door and then yelled "WHAT THE? HEY STOP! GET BACK HERE!" He sprinted out the door, chasing the imaginary figure.

Harry and Neville turned around not knowing what they were chasing, but followed Ron who was now far ahead of them.

'This better work,' he thought. After Ron ran out of the common room into the quiet hallway he check to see if Harry and Neville were behind him. Seeing that they weren't in sight Ron crouched down behind a stone statue of what appeared to be an elderly wizard. He waited until Harry and Neville ran past him, unnoticed.

He then stood up, looked around and ran into the empty common room. Luckily Parvati and Lavender were nowhere to be seen, so he ran upstairs into the bedroom. He was pleasantly surprised that his plan had worked and that the cloak had not fallen off his shoulders during his phony chase.

He took the cloak off his shoulders and walked over to Harry's chest and placed the cloak back in where it originally was.

"At this rate ill get caught before I found out what everyone is up to. Enough sneaking around for tonight." Ron said exhausted from all of the rushing around he had been doing.

He heard Neville and Harry coming to the door so he dove on his bed and pretended to be out of breath.

"Sorry.Harry... I lost. him." Ron said between his fake gasps for air.

"Its ok Ron we didn't get it either." Harry said sadly.

"I almost had him too. Darn so close." Neville said

Ron couldn't help but inwardly laugh at Neville's false claim.

"He didn't get anything did he, Harry." Ron asked.

Harry sorted through all the things in the large chest and replied with a simple "nope."

"I wonder what it was looking for." Neville said.

This made Ron feel bad because it now dawned on him what kinds of controversy this could start. Harry would now constantly be on guard. He would probably tell Harmione all about it in the morning. 'This was definitely not a good idea. I should have just stayed out of everyone's business. But NOOO. I had to be curious, I HAD to find out what they were up to. I should have just kept to myself.'

Ron sighed and laid down on his bed and tried to fall asleep. Of course between his guilty conscious and Harry and Neville's rambling there was no way that was not a possibility. All night he thought of a ways to make his plan work, going over and over the same ideas in different ways. Eventually he just gave up and fell asleep

~*~Next Day~*~

Ron woke up to the sun in his eyes from the open curtains across the room. He stretched out his legs and put on his Robe. He looked around and found that everyone had already gone down for breakfast.

He thought about what he had done last night. He laughed out loud at how stupid he was. 'Ha, I bet nothing is going on. I'm probably just paranoid. There my friends, they would tell me if they were up to something. Right? Of course they would.' He just kept reassuring himself that. But in the back of his head he still had a hard time believing it. This thought kept nagging him as he walked through the corridor to the Great Hall. He was so caught up in these thoughts he didn't bother to look where he was going.

"Whoa there Red, what's so interesting wit the floor tiles that ya couldn't look at where ya were going?"

Ron looked up at the person he just ran strait into. It was someone he didn't recognize, yet looked so strangely familiar. She was a woman of average height, in her mid thirties. Her hair was a white color, it could probably be called silver if it were not for the bluish hue it held. It was a bit longer than shoulder length and looked very smooth and shiny. She had thin bangs that just covered her eyebrows. He liked the way she talked, he could tell she American because of her accent and slang terms. But the thing that stood out the most about her were her amazingly dark blue eyes.

Ron was speechless. He tried not to blush but it was too late for that, his entire face turned red. " Um uh s..sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

" Yeah I cant see that." She lightly laughed " Got something on ya mind?" she asked him.

"Uh yeah you could say that. Um not to be rude or anything but who are you?" he asked with a shy yet confused look on his face.

"Oh I'm Professor Alyx. I'm the new defense of the dark art teacher. What year are you in? I'm positive I have had about every class so far, but I haven't seen you in any. You weren't skipping class to do some thing you weren't suppose to, were ya?"

This startled Ron. She didn't know that he was faking sick to pull off his plan, did she? He shook that thought out of his head and realized she was waiting for his answer.

Ron put his hand behind his head and laughed nervously "Of coarse not, hehe. I wasn't feeling good yesterday that's all. So I went to bed early"

" I was just kidding, I'm sure a nice kid like yourself wouldn't be causing trouble. So I guess you are in your fifth year, because that's my last class of the day."

"Yeah." Ron already liked her. She was unlike most of the other teachers, she actually had a sense of humor. The funniest jokes in the world couldn't get his teachers to crack a smile. The only teacher that he had even seen laugh was Snape. But when he did students ran for their lives, knowing that he was going to do something evil after his manic like fit of laughter. No she wasn't like that though. She had a cute little laugh that just hearing it would make you smile.

"So Red are you going to answer my question on what's on your mind? Or are you just going to sit there with your mouth hanging open?" she said

"Oh its nothing really. And my name is Ron, not red." He replied

She laughed and said "Yeah I kinda knew your name wasn't red its just a nickname."

This made Ron blush even more considering the fact that his hair was bright red. He felt somewhat stupid now because he couldn't figure out the obvious.

"Are you sure its nothing, because sometimes those little nothings are pretty big somethings."

"No, really I'm fine thank you for asking though." He said.

"Well it was nice talking to ya Red, I guess I'll see ya at you next defense against the dark arts class." With that she turned around and waved goodbye. She turned the corner and entered the Great Hall.

Ron just stood there in the middle of the hallway watching her leave. When he heard the door slam shut it finally woke him up from his daze, and he continued his walk to meet his friends at breakfast. How was that chapter? Tell me what you HONESTLY think. I really would like for you to review. Thanks!