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If you're readin' the sequel to Honeydukes don't worry if you think I'm gonna start paying more attention to this fic 'cause I just happened to have this chapter and the moment (I was writing the chappys to this story while writing Honeydukes...) so....yeah, the next chappy for Honeydukes Two is gonna come soon!
Chapter Two: Dreams Come True
"What?" Ron looked at his partner irritably and in confusion.
Justin had been staring at the Gryffindor ever since class began. "Interesting," he grinned in an unhufflepuff way.
"What is?" he suddenly wished he was never paired off with the boy.
"You wish to know your reason to live."
"You've gone insane," he turned back to the cup he was suppose to transfigure into a piece of parchment. He could see Hermione turn to him from the corner of his eye.
"Ron?"
"Noctinar," his cup managed to turn into a tissue half way. He sighed, "fuck."
"Ron?"
"What?" he looked up at his friend, hating the look of worry in her eyes.
"Is it true?"
"What is?" he questioned, hating her more for listening to something she shouldn't have.
"Ron, you're not..." she lowered her voice, "suicidal are you?"
"What? No! Bloody hell has everyone gone insane?"
"Like this," Ron turned back to Justin who flicked his wand at his cup, "Noctinar," his cup swiftly changed into a piece of parchment. "Try it with feeling."
"What about pronunciations?" he glanced at Hermione who looked thoroughly put out at being beaten on getting the spell right.
"It won't matter. Remember, one flick and say the spell with feeling."
The red head did as he was told and to his utter shock his cup transfigured into parchment. "Whoa..." he breathed, "uh...thanks."
"Your reason will come," the Hufflepuff grinned again rested his back against the chair.
"Wow, good going, Ron!" Harry commented.
"Thanks," his ears went red in embarrassment, "uh, Justin helped me actually."
"Of course, 'cause you're so cute!"
"Ha, ha, very funny," he turned to Justin.
"You have very low self esteem, Ron," his voice sounded strange, especially since it was close to the red heads ear. "Time will change that very soon."
"What? I'm gonna be an old man?" he backed away a little, thinking the other teen was joking.
"You never will, my sweet."
"Ok, you've seriously got issues, Professor McGonagall could you get me a new partner!" he turned to the professor but she was busy helping Neville.
"No one's listening."
The Weasley boy looked around at the rest of the class, it was true, they were all busy practicing their spells. Hermione and Harry even returned to work.
"Oh..." he felt slightly hurt that no one noticed anything. 'No!' he yelled in his head, 'I don't need attention! I don't deserve it!'
"Look at what you've drilled into your head," Justin said in the odd voice, "poisoning it with negativity, making you feel like you don't belong, like there's nothing here that'll give you purpose."
"Shut up, that's not true," he closed his eyes and tried to calm down, "I don't think that at all."
"But you feel it. You find yourself lost in your thoughts, trying to figure out your strengths so that you could understand your future."
"How do you know all this?" he glared at him angrily.
"So you admit it?"
Ron woke up by someone shaking his shoulders. He opened his eyes blearily and saw who woke him.
"Come on," Harry laughed lightly, "breakfast!"
"You go on ahead, I need to change," he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Harry shrugged and left the dorm.
The freckle faced boy sighed and sat for a while. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he felt a pull somewhere in his head, like something whispering.
He looked down at the trash can near his bed and saw the book lying over piles of crumpled candy wrappers and paper. He took the book out, not knowing why he felt the urge to write something.
He grabbed his quill and dipped it in the ink bottle before writing one sentence.
Life is shit...
Ron stared at what he wrote and laughed, not knowing why he even wrote it.
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"Today we will be doing the Noctinarous spell, it's a transforming spell that can be used in inanimate objects to change into parchment," Professor McGonagall announced to her class.
"What!?" Ron's head shot up at her announcement, a few people looked at him oddly but went back to listening.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry whispered under his breath.
"Nothing," but he paled slightly. McGonagall had the pairs written on the board and his name was next to Justin's. 'This can't be right.'
The students shuffled around, sitting next to their partners before getting to work.
"This shouldn't be too hard," Justin said cheerfully, plopping down next to Ron.
"S-sure..." he said shakily.
"You ok?" he laughed a little at the Gryffindors' state, "you're not gonna vomit are you?"
"No, I'm fine," he took out his wand and tried to stay calm.
"We will try and turn our cups into parchment," McGonagall said to the class at whole, Ron watched as she demonstrated the spell and nearly fell off his chair. Everything was happening almost exactly as his dream.
"Noctinar," he flicked his wand at the cup and said the spell with feeling, like in his dream.
"Wow good going Ron!" Harry commented when he saw that Ron's first try had worked. Hermione looked at the transfigured cup in shock.
"Yeah, and on your first try too," she seemed a bit put out at being beaten.
"Excellent work, Weasley, ten points to Gryffindor," McGonagall said proudly. Ron stared at the parchment on his desk, a few things seemed to be the same as his dream, he even expected Justin go weird on him.
But he didn't. Class was over and he was on to his next class.
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The journal lay untouched on Ron's bed. Outside it looked plain and normal, almost like a forgotten book, but inside the words that Ron wrote began to glow for a few seconds, as if the journal itself was reading them.
For some reason, this chappy feels so irrelevent to the rest of the fic (sweat drop) Ok, it was short like before but I seriously swear that they'll get longer as the story goes on pinky swear! REVIEW PLEASE! (puppy dog eyes)
