Reclaimer: Nothing I own, nothing I have to loose.
Chapter 5
Ron was thinking quickly. Whoever there was behind the door, it couldn't be Harry. Harry couldn't have found out about his plans. Nope, there was no reason to panic. Everything was fine, it was probably his mother bringing him some breakast. No panic.
"No reason to panic, you two. Relax already!" Ron said with a hint of panic in his voice. Bill and Percy licked their heart-shaped lollipops and looked at each other with astonishment. Why would they panic?
Okay, tought Ron, just ask her what it is and get this done with. "Y-yes mom?" he asked with his voice trembling.
"No, it's me, Harry."
"PANIC!" Ron yelled and started running in circles around the chairs where Hedwig and Firebolt were tied. Percy and Bill licked their lollipops and stared at Ron.
Harry's voice could be heard again behind the door. "Ron? I need to talk to you."
Ron stopped running around the chairs and gathered himself. "Okay now, servants. You stay here and question these two, while I go out and face our enemy. Everything clear? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!" Ron roared and glared at Firebolt. Firebolt stayed calm and remained silent. Finally Ron lost his interest in the broom and went to his chest of drawers. He pulled out a helmet made of tin foil and placed it on the top of his head. "Now he can't adapt my mind!" He said proudly. Then he gathered all his courage and stepped out of his room.
Harry was waiting in the corridor. "Finally... What is that?" He stared at his helmet. Ron glanced him suspiciously and replied "Like you don't know!"
"Err... Right. Well, let's get to the point now, shall we. You've got something that I want." Harry had lowered his voice and stared at Ron. Ron felt all his bravery drain out of him. Harry knew!
---------------------------------At the same time back in Ron's room----------------------------------------
"What'd he want us to ask 'em?" Bill asked Percy. Percy had finished his lollipop and was searching Ron's drawers for a new one. He stopped and stood up. "Oh, yeah. I don't know. But we should start asking them, he won't be pleased if we haven't found anything out when he returns." They walked to face the prisoners.
"Oookay..." Bill began the questioning. "Ya two! Answear this question: What does Harry think of my hair? Does he too think I should cut it? 'Cause I'm not sure, mum thinks it's girly and..." he would have continued his question if Percy hadn't interrupted.
"No way! He doesn't want to know that sort of thing! Let me do this." He pushed Bill away and stared at the two hostages. "Listen now, you two ragdolls. Answer me, and you will live. Does Harry ever talk about me? Does he have a diary? Because I've been trying to find it and it's nowhere to b--" And then Bill lept towards him and they collided to the floor and started wrestling.
Can Ron handle the situation? Will Harry learn to write prettily? Does Harry, too, have a secret diary of which even I, the author, don't have a clue? These and much more will eventually be decided in the chapters of "Ron's covert secrecy!"
