Author Note: I hope you all enjoyed the prologue at least a little bit. I hope you have some faith that I can make this to be a wicked horror story. Those who read Haunted should know I am really good at it. I hope that I do a good job for all you horror fans out there.

IWILLmarrydanielradcliffe: Thank you for reviewing on this story. Yes you are the first reviewer and in fact you are the only reviewer, but the number of reviews isn't really important to me. I am more rewarded knowing that the people who have read it like it. Yes I will update Seeing is believing, eventually. I have gotten writers block for that story for the time being deeply sorry if that upsets you in any way. When I find my muse again I will update! J

CHAPTER ONE:

"Since when do you read, Ron?" Hermione asked him as he brought the book his father had bought him over the summer down the stairs into the Gryffindor common room. They had all eaten and were now sitting around the fire talking when Ron ran upstairs. He was now descending the stairs leading up to the boy's dormitory.

Ron looked up from the book at Hermione and laughed sarcastically. "Very funny love. I have read before." He walked over to her and sat down beside her on the couch. Hermione looked over his shoulder at the book.

"What is it?" Hermione asked and right after she mentally slapped herself at how stupid that sounded.

"A book." Ron laughed and kissed her cheek when she frowned at him. "It doesn't have a title and I haven't started reading it yet. I actually forgot I had it until you brought up your summer reading 'Mione." Hermione smiled.

"Well Ron I am going head to bed because we have classes in the morning and I suggest you do the same. You too Harry." She added turning towards Harry. Harry shook his head and tilted his head back so Hermione came into view.

"What?"

"Merlin do you ever listen? That's the fourth time you've done that in the past hour." Harry shrugged and laughed.

"Yeah, bed, I heard you 'Mione." She smiled a very motherly like smile and kissed Ron good night before heading up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. She looked back very quickly before shutting the door behind her. Harry stood from his seat in the maroon armchair and stretched his arms. He turned around and walked towards the dorms. "Are you coming?" He addressed to Ron. Ron shook his head and waved his hand. "In a moment." Harry nodded and disappeared through the door.

Ron was now left sitting on the couch, alone in the common room, staring at the curious book. He couldn't remember why he'd forgotten to read it during the summer. He had the time, but soon he shrugged it off and told himself it was because he didn't like reading.

He ran his fingers across the cover of the book as if trying to feel for something that wasn't letting itself be shown. He couldn't help but feel entranced by this book, a book he new nothing about. He saw it one day and just couldn't put it down. Why did this book have so much power over him? He didn't understand. He'd seen exciting sounding books before, never have any of them given him the feeling that he was no longer controlling himself.

It was as if he were almost being guided to pick up the book and buy it. He could feel his hand grip the edge of the front cover and pull it open, but he was in a daze. When he opened it all seemed to go away and he forgot about the strange feeling the book had given him. He turned the yellowed page and came to what should have been the index, but nothing was written. Yet there were traces of black ink. It was like someone had erased what had been written. He tried hard to read what had been there, but it was to no use. The writing was too faded and the dim light of the fire was not making it any easier on him.

His eyes skimmed the words on the first page.

"It started out as just a normal day in early autumn. The summer had just ended, but no one expected what happened in the end. It wasn't supposed to end that way."

Ron jumped as the window blew open with a loud crash. He looked at it as if he expected it to shut itself, but then stood up and walked over to it. He remembered clasping the lock, but he didn't remember the wind to be blowing that hard. When they all had arrived at Hogwarts a few hours earlier the wind was just a light breeze, cooling the unnatural warmth. Unlike so many years before it hadn't rained at all on the way there on the train. The sun had been shining brightly through the compartment windows adding heat to the already warm room. He had only seen the weather change that quickly once in his life so he was a tad bit disturbed by the force of the wind as it blew through the still opened window. He set down the book and pushed the window closed and made sure the clasp was locked this time. He tugged on it just to make sure.

With that he shook the thoughts out of his head and went back to the couch with the book in hand. He still planned on reading it. He had about an hour to kill so why not right? Ron read further down the page, ignoring the whistling of the wind and the crackling of the fire. In fact he ignored all outside sounds as he became more and more involved with the words on the page. Never had he been so drawn to read something in his life, not even quidditch. Something about this book made it impossible for him to set down. He just had to keep reading. It wasn't until Harry came back down stairs did Ron get pulled out of his revere.

"What are you still doing up mate?" Harry asked groggily. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. He was wearing his normal pajamas.

"I haven't been up that long." Ron reassured him. "I was just reading a little, but I was just about to go bed." Ron honestly believed what he was saying.

"Ron, it's been three hours." Ron jumped up from his seat and ran over to Harry. He grabbed his arm and looked at Harry's wristwatch. Harry was right. It was two in the morning. Ron suddenly felt extremely tired and yawned. He hadn't even noticed that he had been down there that long. He decided that he would go up to the boy's dorm and go to bed before classes started so he would at least have a few hours of sleep. "Better than nothing." Ron muttered to himself. He patted Harry on the shoulder and sprinted up the spiral staircase to bed.

Harry on the other hand quickly stepped over to the couch where Ron had left his book lying open. He stared at it trying to figure out why Ron found it so interesting, but it just didn't seem to come to him, so Harry pushed the thoughts away and went to bed. As Harry reached the door he could see Ron pull the covers over himself and close his eyes. He had left the curtains around his bed open, Harry guessed, because of sheer exhaustion. Harry took Ron's advice and hopped into bed, pulling the curtains closed. The two free to dream and rest until the next day threw everything it had in store for them.