Ch.9- The Mole
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"Harry no hard feelings bout me um…knocking your balls around cause I really don't want you to do what my brother Charlie does?" desperately asked Ron who was eating lunch with Harry. Hermione had gotten back and was taking a nap in her tent; she was pretty shaken up after her walk.
"What is that Charlie does to you and it might depend on the case?" moaned Harry. He had woken up with a horrible headache and his legs were numb. All Harry remembered was talking to Vera and then seeing Ron fly without a broom.
"What I do to you is what you did to me, I want children Harry!" shouted Ron leaning off the log to plead and pledge to the mercy of his future life.
"It's gonna cost ya, my young lad, it's gonna cost ya big time," laughed Harry, trying to sit up himself. Ron gulped and he tried to finish eating his jelly sandwich but he suddenly lost his love for bread and grapes.
"Whatcha want? My money, my tent…gulp my head?" sighed Ron taking out his trading skills and what he would say if Malfoy came to haunt him again in his sleep. Hermione came out of the tent looking stressed out and panic running on her face.
"Ron I just want you to stop hurting me and to not show up when I am around girls, I am a walking magnet to danger; you could always donate a offspring to me later on," laughed Harry finishing his sandwich and began reaching for a mug of juice.
"OFFSPRING, you what oh my gosh I I need to lay down on the on the OFFSPRING!" shouted Hermione falling and tripping on her own feet. Harry and Ron gave each other a silent chuckle. Hermione got up and sat on the log next to Ron.
"Ronny what would you do if your friend was in a pickle and you had to tell them but the pickler was blackmailing you into not solving the pickle?" cried Hermione who was in a serious matter of being insane.
"I would tell them to stop eating pickles and start eating cucumbers, pickles are bad for the kidney," giggled Ron, giving Hermione a reason to slap him across the face. Hermione rolled her eyes and began to drink a mug of juice herself.
"Harry, Har-ry, Harry, someone has been sent home by McGonagall!" shouted Tyler running down the path on a journey from the school. Harry managed to sit up, Hermione choked on the juice and Ron was still wondering why pickles were not as good as cucumbers.
"Who, what, and where…? Speak up boy!" screamed Harry who was in sudden urge to find out who. Tyler sighed and sat down next to Harry. Harry knew the news wasn't going to be good and that the person taken away was most likely someone important.
"Harry come down from Crazyville, let Tyler calm himself down first," demanded Hermione, acting more like a mother then a caring teenager; she had to start practicing for her Malfoy and taking care of Ginny and Harry's…off…offspring.
"I like pickles better them cucumbers; why isn't it called a pickle mess then a cucumber mess…or a pickle mask rather then a cucumber mask?" wondered Ron not paying any attention to the discussion.
"What…someone told Headmistress about their powers, Where…not here good heavens…the who…the who…," Tyler finished before getting cut off. Harry knew someone was among them that wasn't mutated creature, but who.
"Someone among us isn't who they say they are," Hermione confirmed, while she smacked Ron silly for being such an idiot. Ron still didn't mind being slapped; he kind of like it when Hermione did it though. He then started thinking about Malfoy and the hit was less enjoyable.
"That is just what I thought a minute ago, but who is the rat, the spy, the snitch, the mole," whined Harry, making his headache even worse then it was. Tyler nodded but didn't seem to response quite yet.
"Who haven't we seen performed their creature skills?" asked Hermione patting Ron's head; she felt guilt minutes later after hurting him. Ron on the other hand liked the patting better then the slapping, he liked anything Hermione did to him.
"As matter a fact, I haven't seen Tyler perform his sausage trick yet," shouted Ron, pointing fingers as fast as he could. Tyler gave him a dirty look and began throwing up a bratwurst. Harry sighed and trying to forget how stupid his best friend was.
"I can't read minds because my headache is way too strong, maybe if you told us who got ratted out we can solve this problem," suggested Harry who needed to know everything to figure everything out. He was the leader and the leader had everything under control when they were commanded leader, so he needed information.
"The mole is sure an inside source and it is an evil one indeed," cried Tyler trying very hard to change the subject or delay the revealing of who was sent home. Harry knew it had to be someone close to him and it began to bother him.
"Harry please don't go searching for the person sent home just look for the mole all that is all I am asking of you," Tyler explained. Of course Harry wouldn't listen to that, He was Harry James Potter. James Potter's blood ran through his veins; Maurader blood.
"Fine, I take your word," lied Harry. "Let's just find that mole." Everyone nodded but Harry wasn't going to give up that easily. Who wasn't there that was important to him? Harry wondered. Tyler smiled and walked quietly to his tent. Someone however was packing their bags to hide again the forest, they weren't going to go home that easily.