Welcome to The King's Chronicles Book 3: Prisoner Of Azkaban!

This is my FAVORITE book in the series because of the introductions of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, some of my favorite HP characters. And of course for the plot twist. Also, the huge third year fight THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE MOVIE!

Romione shippers, you will start to get even more small, subtle moments in here. There will be a bunch of missing moments in here to tickle your fancy. I may add one movie moment in here that I strongly wished would have been written into the book.

As usual, J.K. Rowling (who is my mom but doesn't know it) owns it all. I just lurk through her world.

From here until Summer 1994, you will see some lines and phrases from the book Harry Potter and the Prisoner Of Azkaban. Those lines are owned by J.K. Rowling, and in no way am I trying to claim them. They are needed because this is a POV telling of the books, and I will have to use some of the things that Ron has been told and hears around him.

Enjoy!

Chapter 42: Using The Fellytone

Book 3: Summer 1993

Dear Hermione,

We haven't gotten a phone installed yet, so until we do, I have no choice but to lift up my hand and write you. I'm already exhausted and breaking a sweat.

Things are going pretty slow around here. Charlie is coming to visit for awhile. Speaking of Charlie, Mum found out about the wand. She told me that she really didn't know what she could do about it, and that I shouldn't have waited to tell her. So, I guess I have to go through the rest of my school days with a broken wand. What the bloody hell am I gonna do about that? I won't be able to pass anything with this ruddy thing doing whatever the hell it wants to do. I'll probably end up hexing myself again. I always have such rotten luck.

Ginny's alright. She seems happy enough, but sometimes she also seems like she doesn't want anything to do with anybody. Today is one of these days actually. She has shut herself up in her room, refusing to speak to anyone. One day, if she let's me, I'm gonna see what's really going on with her.

Have you heard from Harry yet? I'm writing him after I finish your letter. I'm going to see if he can come and stay for the summer. I know he doesn't want to spend his days there when he really doesn't have to. Shit, I'm actually shocked they took him back after the whole rescue fiasco last year. I was hoping that they would make him come love with us.

Well, I'm going to go. Mum's calling me to do shit. Really. I'm not lying in an attempt to stop writing this letter..

Love,

Ron

P.S: Send me some Muggle sweets. You told me you were going to, remember? And not that sugar free shit you eat. I don't need a dentist.

I went downstairs and got Errol from his perch. I almost felt sorry for sending him with a letter. He looked more feeble than ever, but he was still pushing on, and with a throw, I got him airborne and watched him fly off into the horizon.

"Spot of lunch, dear? asked Mum as I sat down at the kitchen table.

"Sure, thanks." I said, helping myself to some pumpkin juice while Mum whipped me up a sandwich.

"Who were you writing?" asked Mum.

"Hermione."

"Oh, your little friend that got Petrified, right?"

I didn't want to think about that. "Yes, Mum." I groaned.

"Oh, sorry." said Mum, sensing my not wanting to speak on the matter. "But she's fine now, right? No harm done."

"Oh yeah, she's fine now."

"That's nice." said Mum cheerfully as she passed me a ham sandwich.

I chewed on it, thinking about what to write to Harry, when my father came booming into the door, looking frantic.

"MOLLY DEAR, I WON! I WON!" he said, picking Mum up and spinning her around.

Mum made Dad put her down and stared at him for a few seconds, confused. Then, she must have remembered something, because suddenly, she herself started squealing like one of our pigs.

Ginny , Fred, George, and Percy came rushing down the steps. They probably thought that something had gone wrong.

"Won what?" I asked, as everyone stood watching my parents act like loons.

"KIDS, PACK YOUR BAGS!" said Dad.

"For what?" asked Fred, rubbing his eyes. It looked like the twins had been awakened from the commotion.

"I entered a contest a few weeks before you lot came home from school. Prize was 1,000 galleons. AND I WON!" Dad said, scooping up a now cheering Ginny into his arms.

I was ecstatic. I joined in with my family as we all jumped up and down hugging each other and yelling like a bunch of crazies.

"I've already alerted Bill! Charlie will be here later today, and in a week, we are all going to Egypt for the holiday!" said Dad, causing more cheering.

That made me feel even better. I missed Bill, and being able to visit him and see what he did for a living would be wicked!

Then, a thought hit me.

"Mum! Dad! My wand!" I said, pulling Charlie's wand from my pocket.

Mum smiled and hugged me tightly to her. "Of course Ron! We will be sure to get you and your siblings new robes, books, and you your brand new wand!"

Nothing could bring that moment down for me. My own wand. I was getting my very own wand.

I hurried upstairs and started to load my trunk with my clothes. I also stuck a camera that Percy had given me for my birthday in there. I was planning on taking a ton of pictures.

"RON? COME DOWN SON, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU." called Dad.

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. When Dad would call me to check something out, it was always exciting.

Sure enough, when I got down there, he started to show me a muggle fellytone. It was the most curious muggle device I have ever seen. Apparently, muggles used this by dialing a series of numbers that would connect them to the muggle they wanted to speak to, and all you had to do was talk through this banana looking thing and they would hear you. And also talk back.

Dad showed me what the salesman told him about how to properly hold the phone, which end was the talking end and which was the listening end, and how to wait until someone answered. I figured you would have to speak really loud in order for the other person to hear.

Dad had magically rigged it (as we had no need for muggle electricity) and told me to give it a go. I was the only one that had phone numbers.

I ran upstairs and found my notebook that I had rewritten Harry and Hermione's numbers in. I ran back downstairs and looked back and forth at the numbers, contemplating who I would call first, while Dad stood by, excited to watch me use it.

I decided to call Harry, seeing as I had just sent a letter to Hermione earlier, and she was more than likely sending me one back.

I dialed his number, put the weird handle thing to ear and waited.

"Vernon Dursley speaking." said someone on the other end. Bugger, it was his lumpy uncle.

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER!" I said as loud and as clearly as I could, making sure I enunciated as Hermione had told me a million times. Fred, George, and Ginny came into the room, watching with interest.

There was a rustling sound and a pause. And then what sounded like a roar of a lion.

"WHO IS THIS? WHO ARE YOU?"

I had to hold the handle thingy away from my ear. I couldn't tell if he was shouting so he could be heard, or shouting to be an asshole.

"RON - WEASLEY!" I yelled back politely. "I'M - A - FRIEND - OF - HARRY'S - FROM - SCHOOL -"

"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!"

And then I heard a click.

I checked and double checked the number. I knew I had gotten it right. Dad looked at me just as puzzled. The twins laughed and Ginny looked concerned.

"Try your other friend's Ron." encouraged Dad. "Maybe you'll fair better with her. And maybe not yell as loudly?"

"How else will she hear me?" I said. I dialed her number and waited. I hoped that it wouldn't be like it was with Harry's.

"Granger residence. Ava Granger speaking." came a much kinder voice. Hermione's mum.

"HELLO? I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO HERMIONE PLEASE!" I shouted.

Again, a pause like when I called harry. I braced myself for what was to come.

"You're Hermione's wizard friend,aren't you?" said her mum. "Have you ever used a phone before?"

"NO MA'AM, I HAVEN'T! THIS IS MY FIRST...WELL...MY SECOND TIME!"

I heard what sounded like muffled laughter. "You don't need to scream, sweetheart. We can hear you just fine." she said.

I felt ridiculous.

"Oh...sorry, ma'am." I said in a regular voice. "I wasn't sure if you could hear me."

"No trouble at all...Ronald, is it? You didn't cause any major damage. I'll get Hermione for you." her mum said.

I groaned and slumped down on the floor.

"What's the matter?" asked Ginny.

"You're not supposed to yell. They can hear you just fine." I mumbled.

Fred laughed loudly at this. "Must have broken ol greedyguts eardrums, haven't you Ron?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if Harry heard you the whole time." laughed George.

"Now, now, don't go teasing. None of us knew." said Mum as she appeared in the room, hearing the commotion.

"Hello?" came a familiar voice over the fellytone.

"Hermione!" I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, as now all eyes were on me. "Ummm...how are you?"

"Ron? Oh my goodness, I thought Mum was joking. You got a telephone!"

"Ohhhh so that's what you call it." I said. "Yeah, Dad just brought it home today. I had called Harry first, but it didn't go so well."

"Why not?"

"I yelled thinking I couldn't be heard. He sounded dreadful, denied that Harry even lived there, and then hung up."

I heard Hermione laugh. "Are you sure it was Harry's house, Ron?"

"Positive. It was-wait."

I looked up and noticed that everyone, including Charlie who had just shown up, was staring at me. And it wasn't a look of fascination anymore. They were being bloody nosy.

"Do you mind?" I said to them.

The twins laughed. "Let's move it along, gents. Ickle Ronniekins doesn't want his conversation with his little bookworm to be overheard " joked George.

I put my hand over the talking part of the phone, hoping Hermione wouldn't hear. "Bugger off, George!" I hissed.

"Use language like that one more time Ronald Weasley, and I will make sure you never speak on that confounded thing again!" snapped Mum as the crowd moved on. Charlie winked at me and tousled my hair.

"Sorry about that, everyone was in my face." I said back to Hermione.

"It's okay." she said. "So I'm guessing that it wouldn't be such a good idea to call Harry then, huh?"

"I wouldn't. I probably got him in a lot of trouble."

"You should have called me first so I could have helped you properly use it. We could have three wayed him. That way we could have all talked together."

"I didn't call you first because I had just written you this morning. By the way, did you get it?"

"I was reading it when you called actually. I have Errol resting in my room. Sorry about your wand."

"Don't be! Dad came in today and said he had won a contest for 1,000 galleons! We are going on holiday in Egypt next week, and I'm getting my very own wand!"

Really? That's brilliant, Ron! I was so afraid for you to come back to school with your broken one. You wouldn't even be able to transfigure with that thing."

"Gee, thanks a lot, Mione. Love the faith you have in me."

"Oh come on, Ron, how did you expect to have done anything properly with a broken wand? Especially with all the new classes we are taking."

"I made it alright last year."

"Yeah, barely."

'Shut up."

"Make me."

"I can hang up this phone."

"You wouldn't.

"Oh but I would." I said, changing my position. I laid on the floor, legs propped up against the wall.

"Okay, fine. So you're going to Egypt? I'm so jealous. You'll learn loads about the pyramids and hieroglyphics and ancient kings and queens, Oh Ron, I'm so excited for you!"

"This is a holiday, Mione. I don't plan to learn anything."

"I'm going to make sure you do."

"How?"

"I'll find a way. You'll send pictures, won't you?"

"I guess."

"I have to go. Mum is calling me for dinner. But maybe I- oh wait. Do you have a number?"

I...that's a very good question. I'll have to ask Dad. He will probably have to do some things as we are magically making this phone work. Just write me back after dinner and I'll answer it on the way to Egypt tomorrow."

"Okay. Well, bye Ron! Have fun. Say hello to everyone for me!"

I will. Bye, Hermione." I said and I hung up the phone.

Talking on the felly...telephone was brilliant. Writing was fun, but I think I preferred the phone a lot better.