Ch. 4
"Ternadiso Nahe-vihou" said Ron and Harry simultaneously, both trying to turn a chicken into an egg with their wands, cook it and scramble it.
Hermione had finished 10 minutes ago, Deliverance 5, and the two girls were now enjoying their eggs with some cheese Hermione conjured out of midair for them as they sat in Charms class.
Watching the boys wrestling with how to make breakfast was fun, but soon their attention wavered and they started talking about the usual: boys, classes, people they didn't like, and wondering if they should give the guys a hint or keep watching them struggle.
Soon the bell rang, and the four picked up their bags. Ron was still trying to get egg whites out of his hair after he blew his up, earning him half credit for the day and many colorful words from the teacher once he noticed the giant hole in the wall behind them.
"I can't believe that bloke Flitwick gave me half credit!" grumbled Ron angrily. "At least I did something with my egg, unlike Harry who just poked his wand at it when the teacher came around."
"I'm sure he wouldn't have taken off so many points if you didn't call his a 'bloody moron whose brains you'd have liked to blow up instead of the egg'." replied Deliverance who brushed some egg off Ron's shoulder he had missed.
"Yeah, well…" and Ron shot a menacing look at some nearby second years, making them flee in panic.
Unfortunately, Ron's bad mood lasted all the way through their next two classes and all the way till lunch where he seemed to be more interested in the new variety of puddings they had then the teacher.
After, the four walked out under their favorite tree in the grounds, enjoying their free period. For once, Hermione wasn't fretting about not using the time to do homework instead.
This was noticed by Harry who asked her what was wrong, getting an under-the-breath reply from Ron "Everything about her," She was looking out at the lake where the teachers had put a line around the entire body, probably the same one used in the fourth year for the goblet of fire, but setting the age restriction much higher.
Just wondering," came her half caring reply, as if once again she was lost within her thoughts.
Deliverance and Ron were already sitting under the shade of the giant oak, Deliverance trying to teach Ron what "thumb wars" were and why you played them.
Harry tried to look at the lake and care as much as Hermione did, but it just wasn't possible.
Dumbledore always knew what was best, so this time he did too. And if had anything to do with Voldemort, he'd tell Harry, right? Well, actually now Harry wasn't quite sure.
Throughout the entire summer, he only received one letter from his headmaster, telling him to stay at the Dursley's until he could go with Ron; not news Harry didn't already know from previous summers. So when Harry went to join Ron and Deliverance, he couldn't help but have the same thoughtful expression as Hermione had been wearing constantly.
Instead, he tried his best to pay attention and seem interested in his friend's game, one that couldn't be learned by Ron. The time went by quickly, and a few minutes before the bell rang, the four ran back in to the castle, just barley making it to their next classes.
Hermione went off to Ancient Runes, while Harry, Ron, and Deliverance traveled to Herbology.
Too bad Hermione doesn't have this class with us this year, I'm not getting anything without her, thought Harry as he unearthed his gloves and picked up some sort of plant that looked like spaghetti but would whip viciously at anyone who dared venture forth.
An hour and a half later, the class filed out of the green room, caring for scratches, cuts, and bites, which seemed to slip from the teachers mind.
Some were even complaining that they may have been poisoned, but Deliverance whispered "Babies," under her breath and healed Ron and Harry's wounds with her wand, leaving her own to keep as "Battle scars".