Chapter 1: Confessions
"Harry, I have a confession.....," Ron said to me. "What?" I was nervous about the upcoming quiz, and really didn't want
Ron bothering me. "When... those dementors came... I heard things, too..." I was listening intently now because (A) I hate
dementors, and (B), Ron hardly ever gets to the point quickly. "What... kinds of... things, Ron?" I was careful to phrase
my question carefully, because once you say the wrong thing around Ron, you won't hear the end of it. Ever.
I said the right thing, because Ron kept going without hesitation. "Well, they're...kind of...hard...to explain." Well, almost
without hesitation. "See, my life... isn't the best. I've had to deal with a lot." Now I was really interested. He may not
have been rich, but I never thought he had a bad life. After all, he had Fred and George as brothers. So what could he have
"See, I was never up to my brothers' standards. Except for the time I got to be prefect, which was only because
Dumbledore thought you had enough to be going on with." Gulp. "I've never really done anything." Time to clutch at straws.
Whatever that means. "What about the quidditch game? You saved almost every single goal!" Ron sighed. "Harry, that was the
best moment of my life. But any one of my brothers could have done better!" Ron can really be a downer. "But, Ron, what do
your brothers have to do with the things you hear?" "Well...." Oh, great. Time for class.
It is a very good thing Hermione
is in my first class, because I was too busy thinking about Ron to concentrate on defense spells. But what would Ron hear
when the dementors got too close? Wait... he's not still sore about the acid pop Fred and George gave him, is he? Yeah, it'd
hurt to have a hole in your tongue, but you don't cry over spilled potion. I'm not sure that fits, but hey. "Harry Potter?
What is the patronus charm?" Think, think... "Expecto patronum." "Good. Five points to Gryffindor." Hey, maybe I should let
my mind wander in class more often.
Anyway, after Defense Against the Dark Arts(which we hardly need now, since I defeated
Voldemort in Sixth year), we went to Potions. I can not let my mind wander here.
So after almost horrifying torture
(well, not too sure about almost), I went to Transfiguration and, hey, why don't we cut to when I go to dinner? Nothing happens
today at classes.
At dinner, which was delicious, Ron hardly glanced at me, but he did a lot of glancing at Hermione.
I didn't think much of it since they're going out, after all. But at the common room, Ron got into bed way faster than usual.
And when I jerked his covers open to ask what was wrong I just saw a toad sitting in front of me.
This is my first fic, and man I did not plan for that ending. Oh well. Anyway, please give me a review if you want but if
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Chapter 2: What?
"What the -?!?" I yelled. Was this Ron? Or was it just a frog?
"Harry?" it croaked. I, ah, think it was Ron. "Ron? Is that you?"
"Yes. My brothers put this curse on me because I was just a runt
to them. I... turn into...this once a month." "Must be that time of the month again," I commented dryly. (Author's Note:Total
OOC Harry!) "Har, har," croaked Ron. "Go to bed." And I obliged.
Ron was all right today. But is that what he hears when dementors
come near? Him screaming to not be cursed? Or something else? I'll have to ask him tonight. I know Hermione thinks I'm ignoring
her. Ron didn't ignore her today, though. In fact, he and Hermione were gone for an hour, and when I asked about it, he mumbled
something about it not being my business and prefect duties.
"Ron, was that what you hear when you're near the dementors?" I
was sitting on his bed. "Yes... I hate it."
That's the end of that adventure.
But Ron has been known to lie.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short ending. It's just I have a great
story, with 6 chapters already done! Yeah! Go Angela Dawne! ; )
Anyway, review please!