Part Two.
This is not following on from the last chapter as such, but it is in fact part of our series as you will later find out, (though I have no idea what I'm on about to be honest).
We own nothing, except the bacon monsters as you will soon find out. Read and we apologise for any mistakes but that is what happens when we are constantly sending via computers to get it right. Enjoy mucho.
Meanwhile, faraway from the invisible Hogwarts stood two boys also invisible and then suddenly Ron's stomach started rumbling.
"Cor blimey mate, I reckon I might be a tad hungry, can't we have lunch now?" Ron asked, his stomach continuing to rumble.
"Come on Ron, just a while longer, and can't you keep that thing silent?" asked Harry annoyed, pointing to Ron's stomach.
"Hey!" Ron retorted equally as annoyed but for different reasons, "If I could just have a bite of my delicious pickled egg sandwich then it might shut up, but you won't let me, so deal with it!"
"But the smell of that thing will attract too much attention and you know it. You know sometimes i think... "Harry trailed off thinking it would be best for their mission if he didn't say what he was thinking – not if he wanted to complete it that is!
but ron was alredy reaching in to his bag for the sandwich, completely oblivious to everything but his own hunger. Suddenly he yelled and dropped his bag
"What is it?" Harry whispered, panic filling his voice, he was always over reacting.
But out crawled…
A MASSIVE DOBBY!
"Mr Potter, sir…"
DOBBY! What on earth are you doing here? Harry shouted, a little louder than he meant to.
"Mr Potter sir, i just wanted to check u was ok"
"Cor blimey it's that little rat!" i wondered where all my lunches had been disappearing to" grunted Ron
"Ron stop thinking about food we have to get out of here and quick" Harry urged for something had caught his eye
"I can't help it Harry, its rules my life! My stomach it does!" Continued Ron oblivious to Harry's growing suspicions.
Harry nudged his best friend - who made him sometimes wonder why he had agreed to let him come along in the first place – and pointed in the direction of the ceiling.
"Ooh wow, look a piece of bacon! Cor blimey Harry, would you believe are luck - it just being, well, there!" Ron exclaimed enthusiastically rushing towards the bacon.
Harry's arm shot out pulling on the back of Ron's robes holding him back.
"Ron…" he warned, "that's not bacon..."
And with that Ron, Harry and dobby ran for their live whilst the Bacon looking creature opened it large mouth and let out a high pitched screech!
"Cor blimey Harry why the hell didn't you warn me?" Ron shouted loudly at his best friend once they had reached safety, outside the cave.
"I did!" Harry burst out, "but let's just thank our lucky stars we got out of there!" But his words fell on deaf ears as Ron was slightly distracted.
"Ooh look Harry another piece of bacon!" he cried happily gazing at the creature dreamily.
"Ron... Don't you ever learn?" an exasperated Harry mumbled more than questioned his friend who was starting to wear on him.
"What?" Ron asked surprised by Harry's harsh tone.
Then realisation caught on, a look of utter horror crossed momentarily across his face and Ron's voice caught in his throat as he whispered "Wait, you mean that's going to eat us an all?"
"No Ron, its going to fall from the sky and allow us to eat it so we aren't hungry any more…" Harry quipped sarcastically, rolling his eyes
"Harry, you sure know how to put a guy off his bacon1" Ron said angrily
Harry sighed and cast a spell over the bacon look-a-like; he would have to remember to ask Hermione about it sometime, if they ever saw her again.
Whilst Harry had been wondering this, Dobby had been surprising Ron in another way.
"Mr Weasley sir..." said Dobby looking guilty and handing Ron his sandwich
"Ooh yummy" cried Ron, "That reminds me, Harry, can we have lunch now?" he asked his pal.
Harry checked the bacon thing was dead and when he was sure he nodded.
"Awesome!" Ron cried ecstatically. And then he took a bite…
…"Ahhhhhh" he yelled spitting it out, "what on earth!"
"Mr Weasley sir, you might not want to eat that. You see, all that bouncing earlier made me feel quite well, unwell sir!" Dobby explained warily.
"'Effin hell!" Ron cried angrily, outraged by the fact that he had even bitten into that sandwich!
Nevertheless, it didn't quite cure his hunger and he reached inside his bag for a different sandwich to eat.
"its ok, I'll just eat this chocolate spread one instead" he mumbled grumpily, still a bit mad at Dobby.
Suddenly, understanding came across both Dobby and Harry's faces' who then looked at each other, mouths hanging open and shared a look of utter horror at what Ron was about to do. At the same time Dobby and Harry cried…
"Mr Potter sir, stop him!"
"Ron, I really wouldn't eat that!"
"Cor blimey, this sandwich whiffs a bit! But it sure is delicious" Ron mused to himself mainly.
"Ron. That's disgusting" Harry commented holding his nose.
"Watwasat Harry?" mumbled Ron, barely understandable due to the large chunk of sandwich inserted in his mouth.
Harry pondered on how to explain to Ron exactly what he was eating, "Well Ron," Harry began slowly, "that's not chocolate spread."
"Damn right, there's a piece of carrot in here!" Ron replied, completely misunderstanding the true meaning of Harry's words.
"Mr Weasley, sir, that's not carrot, i really wouldn't eat that" Dobby said suddenly making Ron look up.
Sometimes Ron certainly was stupid, it was one of the things which kept Harry awake at night, but only one of them…
He couldn't believe it when Hermione said she didn't want it and when, a few weeks later she told him in secret why. He thought she must have had some spell cast on her when he found out she hadn't, things had changed, between all of them, and left Ron and Hermione's friendship very fragile. He could really do with Hermione's help right now. This horcrux was proving very hard to find, especially with Ron's "help".
"You know Harry I'm just going to go to the loo" said Ron, holding his stomach waving his other arm wildly.
Harry couldn't help but snigger, but then he saw Dobby's guilty face and realised he ought to calm him down "Dobby don't worry, you tried to warn him, but you really shouldn't have come, you're not safe here, and I don't want anything to happen to you" Harry tried to explain.
Then behind a rock came a "Cor blimey, Harry! There's a bloody sword sticking out of this rock!" from Ron.
Harry's head swivelled round and a confused look spread across his face, he stood up and walked towards the sword carefully and slowly.
"That gave me a huge 'effin' shock when I sat on it" groaned Ron, rubbing his backside.
Harry laughed and then his eye caught the writing engraved on the sword. At the same time Dobby joined them by the rock.
"Mr Potter, sir, that's really shiny, what does it say" asked Dobby immediately spotting the engraved writing embedded in the pure silver sword.
He bent low, pushing his glasses on his nose and read it aloud;
"Who be strong enough to pull this sword out from this rock, shall be the one to bring the down fall."
"Fall of what Harry? Will the skies open and pour out cakes, man, that would be heaven" Ron said gazing dreamily in front of him, his stormy blue eyes glazed over.
"Hey, give it to me!" He suddenly cried, realising what he though he could own if he were just to pull the sword out of the stone.
Ron yanked the sword out of the rock and nearly knocking out Dobby in the process, his face full of glee.
Harry's face on the other hand was a mixture of shock and confusion, if the down fall was what he thought then, this was completely messed up!
"Mr Weasley, sir, you don't realise what this means do you?" Dobby asked warily. He wasn't too bright, but he was often brighter than Harry's best friend, and had realised what this meant.
"Where are the cakes?" asked a bemused Ron, staring up at the bright morning sky.
"Ron," began Harry carefully, "The downfall wasn't about cakes, it was about everything we are on this trip for"
"Man that sucks." Complained Ron, who felt upset and cheated that there were indeed no cakes pouring down from the sky.
"Ron, it doesn't only suck, it means, if this sword is right, that you are the one who will defeat Voldemort, not me... But... you." Harry explained slightly miffed that he would not be able to defeat Voldemort himself, but instead have to watch his best friend do it, or not as it was more looking more likely to be.
"I was looking forward to some banana sponge cake - it's my favourite you know, wait, what did u say Harry?" queried Ron starting to feel sick again.
"You're going to have to be the one to defeat Voldemort. By pulling that sword out of that stone you are the one who has to fulfil the prophecy. It's you who is the chosen one."
Harry's words were mixed with confusion, relief and a slight amount of jealousy in addition to shock of what he had just learnt.
"Cor blimey" Ron exclaimed before fainting.
Mr Potter, sir, are we all going to die?
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