Ron walked over to the bedside, while Harry stood glaring out the window. It seemed as though the words couldn't be told or Harry just couldn't think of a way to phrase it. He mumbled occasionally, and paced around the room.
"I guess I just can't say it", Harry explained. He seemed so puzzled, so confused about the situation. "
What couldn't he say, what was the matter", Ron just kept questioning himself.
"Well Harry, if I don't need to know, then don't tell me. But if it's serious, and I should know, then just take your time."
Harry walked out of the room, and ran down the stairs. He then appeared back in the room 15 minutes later, holding a wand, and a book.
Ron quietly read the book,
"Magic… for…..the….evil?" Ron said
"Harry is it suppose to say that?"
Harry shook his head in disbelief, he felt ashamed.
"But Harry, your not an evil wizard, your…" Ron was cut short by Harry
"I know Ron, I found it in Hermiones room. She was showing me this new spell that she could do, and I had no clue what it was and where she found it, so I took the book and tried it. It's magnificent but when I put it back, after leaving her room, Professor McGonagall came in looking for a term paper that Hermione had forgotten. I guess she found the book and was going to bring it to Dumbledore. I couldn't let Hermione get into trouble, knowing that, that would ruin her reputation. So I ran after her and took the blame for the book. Dumbledore than talked to me about experiencing with different spells and how I came upon the book. I told him that I had found it in a shop in the market and he threatened for expulsion. I didn't know what to say, or even how to react but when you came in I guess you saved me…"
"O well Harry, I had come to tell you something."
"Ok, well what is it…."