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Chapter Ten

Fred, George, Hermione, Melissa, Ron and Mariela were all sitting on a hill far away from Harry; just in case he decided to use his vomit as a projectile. Harry was acting odd lately, not that he wasn't odd before, but he was acting odder than usual and so the group believed that Harry was capable of flinging vomit at them.

Hermione was still trying to get the taste of Harry's vomit out of her mouth and they were all talking about the Quidditch tryouts later that evening. Ron was convincing them that he was going to be the best keeper ever and Fred and George were explaining why the beaters were more important than any other position on the field. The girls were caught in all this babble.

Mariela thought of a way out of the boring situation, "Um, we'll go watch you guys at the tryouts..."

"Yea!" Melissa added, "See you then!"

Hermione looked relieved, "Oh, uh, yea! See you later..."

With those words, the three girls left, heading back towards the school.

Ron looked confused, "What just happened?"

George looked at Ron as if he was the stupidest thing in the universe, just like Hermione had before him, "The girls just left us because of your boring quidditch talk."

"Oh, I see! I was being boring! What about you!"

Fred turned to his brothers, "Can it, you gits. You were both boring and I have no intention of hanging out with you two until the tryouts."

With that, Fred turned and retraced the girls' steps. Ron and George followed.

Hermione, Mariela, and Melissa had all quickly ran away from the boys so they wouldn't find them quickly and decide to bore them again. They found sanctuary in the Common Room, and Hermione and Melissa decided to work on their homework. Mariela opened her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and flipped open to a random section, and then started to read.

"What the hell are you doing!" Melissa asked, looking horrified at Mariela reading ahead.

"I'm reading... This book is actually quite interesting," Mariela said, turning the page.

"You still have homework to do! No pointless reading until after homework!" Hermione said, pointing at Mariela's part of the table, which was filled with blank scrolls.

"Oh, all right," Mariela said, then the trio got to work. Mariela still didn't understand why the teachers gave out homework during exams. It was ridiculous.

Harry was sitting by himself, on the lawn. He watched as the sun began to lower behind the distant trees, and then looked at his reflection in the lake. His face was smeared with his own vomit and tears, and then he started to cry. Again.

Harry started thinking, for once. Why do I keep vomiting? I thought the super duper cell phone had cured me... Unless... Ah yes! The super duper cell phone must be in trouble! Or even worse, dead!

That was when Harry decided to skip Quidditch tryouts and go and search for his old friend.

"Where the hell is Harry?" Ron said to himself, looking around the Quidditch field. The sun was setting, which was when the tryouts were scheduled. He looked up into the bleachers and saw Hermione, Mariela, and Melissa all watching and waving at him and his brothers. He waved back, then looked over at Fred and George.

"Ron, has Harry talked to you lately? I mean, like, realy, talked?George asked, looking worriedly at Ron.

"We've been worried about his mental state, again, you see," Fred said, nodding at George.

"Well, no, I haven't..." Ron trailed off, looking at his broom. Suddenly, he felt extremely guilty. Harry probably needed him! Ron should be with Harry, fighting the evils that threatened them! Well, they didn't really threaten Ron. Only Harry. Because Harry was just so special. Ron started feeling resentful.

"No," he said aloud, "I must not get angry at Harry. He's my best friend."

"I think we all have every right to be angry at him, at this point," Fred said, frowning.

"Me too," George said, then looked over to the center of the field. Kelly, this year's Gryffindor Captain, was in the center of the field, blowing her whistle wildly.

"Come on, guys!" she shouted, waiting for the soon-to-be team members to get in a line. "There, that's better," she said, smiling proudly. "Now, let the tryouts begin!"

And then, without Harry, the tryouts began.

The tryouts began for the beaters. Fred and George did beautifully, much owed to the fact that Mariela and Hermione were cheering for them in the stands.

It was now Ron's turn, he only had one stranger for his competition. "God, I hope I do well! I couldn't find my lucky boxers this morning!" Ron declared this to his brothers with worry.

"You have lucky boxers?" Fred asked, a smile playing across his lips.

Ron only had time for a quick, "Yeah." before it was his turn, and flew up to his position in front of the goal posts.

"Go Ron!" Melissa cheered from the stands. Ron gave a quick wave, and blushed.

No one knew why Ron was so nervous; even without his lucky boxers, he blocked every one of Kelly's shots.

"Great job, Ron" Kelly said, as she patted Ron on the back. Ron, Fred and George had all made the team. Harry didn't even make the tryouts.

After the team roster was announced, the three couples made their way to the common room. Suddenly, they saw a familiar figure in the darkness ahead.

It was Harry.

"Mariela! I need to use your cell phone!"

Mariela looked at Harry quizzically, "Do you even know what a cell phone is?" "Yea! I need yours!"

"Ok..."

Mariela handed Harry her cell phone, and Harry quickly dialed seemingly random numbers.

"Thank you soooo much, Mariela. I don't know where my cell phone is and i think it's-" at that moment, Harry's pocket started to vibrate and play the Barbie Girl song. Everyone looked at Harry. "I think it's...in my pocket?" Harry finished and handed Mariela her cell phone. He took his own out of his pocket and George noticed the heart-shaped buttons. Harry turned to him, "It's my sister's phone!" Whooo, quick save! he thought, even though everyone knew that Harry didn't have a sister. Harry then began to talk to his phone, asking it things like, "What's wrong?" or "Are you mad at me?". The group stared at him, and he walked off.

Mariela was still staring at Harry, who was cradling his cell phone in his arms, "That was odd..."

Fred laughed, "Yea, I wonder if he gets hard after all his calls!"

"I think only you noticed..." Mariela said with a smile.

George turned to the group worriedly, "Tonight, we have to talk to Harry, and I mean really talk. There's definitely something wrong."

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