Chapter 6
Time To Go To Hogwarts
"COEM ON BOYS,
HERMIONE, RON, HARRY, LET'S GO, HURRY UP" Mrs. Weasley was
shouting all over the house, it's surprising that it didn't come
tumbling down. "Alright mom, stop shouting" Ron shouted back at
his mother from the stairs, "HARRY, WAKE UP" he screamed, turning
to Harry. "What?" Harry yawned, "What's going on?" He
opened his eyes slightly, and looked around. Ron was running across
the room, his hands reaching out in midair for his socks at the far
end of the room, and as he ran, his legs caught up with his trunk and
he came crumbling on the floor, shaking the room a bit. "Ron mate,
are you ok?" Harry shouted, above the commotion that was happening
downstairs. "Yeah" Ron said, "I got it"
he said, holding
up his sock. He got up and went to his trunk and threw the sock
inside it. "Oh God…" he moaned, looking at Harry. "What?"
Harry asked, frowning. "I couldn't fine its pair" Ron said, he
sat on the floor, putting his head in his hands and moaning. "Ron,
isn't that you other sock?" Harry said, pointing at the one sock
that Ron was wearing in his foot. "Oh…" Ron said, looking
embarrassed and reddening in the cheeks. "GUYS…WHAT DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE DOING?" Hermione entered, looking frantic, then she
spotted Harry, who was still on the bed, wearing his pajamas, and she
almost fainted, but then she breathed deep, and said, "Harry…could
you give me a reasonable reason of why are you still sitting on your
bed, and your trunk is unpacked, when it is nearly ten in the morning
and there's no hope in reaching the station in the right time?"
she asked, keeping herself calm, but she's on the edge of bursting
from the anger that was inside her. Harry was so scared of Hermione
right now, he had never seen her like this before, he was actually
terrified. He got up so quickly that he toppled on the floor and hit
his nose, but he got up quickly again, and headed to his trunk,
throwing things inside randomly. Hermione waited to check for a
minute, then they heard her heading downstairs quickly. "What's
going on?" Harry said, still packing, but looking at Ron. "What
do you mean?" Ron said, frowning at him. Harry went to look for his
books and found them on the floor, under Ron's bed; he held them
and went back to Ron. "What do you mean?" Ron asked again,
looking at Harry as he came back. "I mean, why are we packing?
What's going on?" Harry asked, annoyed from Ron. "Are you
kidding, we're going to Hogwarts, of course" at that, Harry froze
in his place and dropped the books. "What?" he whispered, looking
wide-eyed at Ron. "You're ok?" Ron asked, looking at Harry
closely. "What do you mean 'going to Hogwarts'?" Harry asked,
sitting next to Ron and looking at him, "is this some kind of a
joke?" Ron looked at Harry as though he was mad, "you better
continue packing, because we'll never go to Hogwarts if we delayed"
Ron said, looking at his watch. Harry continued packing his things,
but he wasn't focusing. He had just remembered last night, or what
used to be last night. Did the ring…? He stopped in
mid-thought, not believing it; he looked down at the ring. Did
it…did it heard me? He thought, scared at the idea. But
apparently it's true, he was right here, packing things up, and
soon he'll be heading to Hogwarts. He was excited that he
discovered something about the ring, but the thought made him
shudder, to think that the ring would do anything for him…just if
Harry asked it. "HURRY UP" came the shout of Hermione again from
downstairs, they finished packing, Harry changed his clothes, and
they went downstairs, Ron with his trunk and Pig on the other hand,
and Harry with his trunk with Hedwig on the other hand. "Why are we
still 'going' to Hogwarts?..." asked Ron for the room, "I
mean…what's the point of going to the station…when there's no
train to get aboard" Harry thought that Ron had a good point,
because as he looked t at his watch, it said 11:01. That means that
they'll never catch up with the rain. He looked around,
expecting Hermione to shout at them more for being late and not
getting quick in packing. But as he and Ron looked around, they saw
Hermione sitting on the floor, her trunk right beside her, and she
was…crying silently. "Hermione" Ron said, dropping his trunk
and Pig on the floor, and heading towards her, Harry behind him.
"It's not worth crying" Ron said to her, giving her a napkin.
Harry thought that the last person that would give Hermione a cheer
up was Ron, and hopping not to turn into a fight. But as he looked,
he saw Hermione lift her head up, and there was a smile on her face
as she looked at Ron. "thanks Ron" she said, even Ron was
surprised as she got up and brushed her tears away, "I'm really
stupid for crying" she said, "no you're not" Harry and Ron
both said at the same time, the three of them laughed at that. Then
Mrs. Weasley came from the living room and said, "Arthur is taking
you to the station, there will be a special car that will take you to
Hogwarts instead of the train" they all went to the door and out of
the house. Mr. Weasley was waiting for them next to a black car he
had rent form the ministry. "Come on boys, Hermione, get in the
car" he said, as the three of them (plus Ginny", who had just
came, her eyes were puffed" and entered the car. As Mr. Weasley was
driving, they all turned to Mrs. Weasley who was outside, and waved
at her. As the car moved quickly, heading towards the station, Ginny
turned to them, her eyes almost close from tiredness, and said, "good
morning".