"Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!"
I opened my eyes, scared by the acute voice that waked me up. The first thing I saw was Hermione's face, staring at me with an urgent expression. I sprang up, terrified.
"What happened, 'Mione?"
She looked at me like I was a bloody idiot.
"You're up to loose the first lesson with Slughorn!"

I sighed, relieved.
"Hermione, you scared me!"
Hermione looked at me with her most innocent genre.
"Oh yeah, I forgot we never bother Mr. Ronald Weasley when he is asleep!"
She ran out the room with the head up, obviously angry with me again.
If this day was an ordinary day, I would probably run behind her and ask her to forgive me. Then she would wait for me until I get dressed, and we would go to Slughorn's lesson together.
But today was not an ordinary day. I was feeling like something really important was going to happen. So I didn't follow 'Mione, and I didn't get dressed. I just sat there for the five following minutes.
The bell ringed, and everyone got silently to their classes. They never made sound in the morning. They were too sleepy, I guess. But even then, I didn't get dressed; I just walked to the window and looked out.

It was a cold, autumn day. The feathers of the Whomping Willow were falling down slowly, like they always do.

I was looking and looking again to see something weird in that day. But everything seemed absolutely normal.

So I sighed and got dressed at last. I thanked God we didn't have Snape; 50 points from Gryffindor would be taken. But I really had to find a good excuse for being late for…
I looked at the clock. For 20 minutes. Wow. When did they pass?
I started running in the corridor, hoping he wouldn't be worst than Snape.

I didn't even slow down when I opened the door, so everyone saw a bloody idiot running straight on Slughorn. I suddenly stopped.
Harry and Hermione were sitting together. Harry said hey with his lips, Hermione stared at me. She was still angry. But something else was hiding in her eyes, too. 'Mione was dissapointed. Of course. I always ran after her, even if I didn't want to. I just ignored the laughs of the Slytherin kids; okay, and some of the Gryffindor ones.
"My apologies, Mr. Slughorn. I was late because-"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, Mr. Weasley! Take a sit and open your book."
The happiness I had for the previous 4 seconds because of the surprising reception disappeared. I just realised I forgot to buy the potions book.
"I…I don't have one, sir."
"Oh very well, you'll find one in the cupboard."
I was so happy. I was going to have an awesome time there.
I walked straight to the cupboard, and opened it. It had a lot of books inside. I took the only one that was writing "Potions" on the cover. It looked really old, to be honest.
I walked to the empty desk near Harry's and Hermione's. I didn't talk to them, I just opened my book in page…
I realised I didn't know the page yet. I looked at Harry and he got it. He whispered "105." I whispered "Thanks, mate" and he smiled to me. I smiled back.
I was turning the pages slowly. I was on 38 when Hermione whispered, angry "Quickly, Ronald!"
I smiled to her, and she looked at Slughorn, ignoring me once more that day. I smiled at myself, knowing she cared for me, but her huge ego didn't help our reconciliation at all.
And then it happened.
I was in page 100 when something changed inside me. It was the feeling I had in the morning, but now it was more intense. A shiver went through me. Harry looked at me, worried.
"It's ok", I said with my lips. Harry stared at Slughorn once again, relieved.
I turned the pages reaally slowly: 101…102…103…104…
I hesitated. Stared at number 104 for a couple of minutes. The feeling was stronger than ever.
"Mr. Weasley, we are in page 105."
I sprang up. Slughorn was smiling. I slowly turned the page. And then I saw it.
I saw the thing that changed my life. Butterflies flied into my stomache. It was a photo. It was THE photo.