Ron stayed in the dormitory for about a week, crying. He didn't stay in there during Quidditch practice, though. The first game was the very next day and he wanted to make a good impression. The next day, the day of the Quidditch match, Ron had cleaned up and hadn't cried the day before or any day after that. He straightened up the moment he awoke and realized, as he looked in the mirror, that his face wasn't blotched with red spots. He then changed into his scarlet Quidditch robes, grabbed his brand-new Firebolt 2 and headed off towards the field, the match being the first thing on everyone's schedule. Ron had gotten the Firebolt 2 in the owl post a few days ago. It was sent by "Anonymous". As he walked across the dew laden grass, he thought about who this "Anonymous" could be. Couldn't be Harry... definately not a Slytherin... maybe Sirius... "Crap!" Ron yelled. He wasn't looking where he was going, due to staring at the glistening grass. A tall, skinny man was laying on the ground, now wet from the dew. He had jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and a very goofy smile. He looked very familiar, yet Ron just couldn't figure who he looked like. Then he figured it out. Harry! This man looked just like Harry. But it couldn't be Harry... Harry was in the locker room already... "Hello young man," he greeted as Ron helped him up. "I'm Gary, Gary Potter." Gary held out a hand for Ron to shake. Potter? Maybe he's a relative of Harry! No, he couldn't be... his name couldn't be Potter... maybe Ron had misheard him... maybe it was Potty or something... yeah, that was it... he had heard Potter, but his real name was Potty. "Young man? Hello? Are you okay? My name is Gary." he repeated. "I'm sorry... thinking... hello Gary Potty, nice to meet you. I'm Ron Weasley." Ron replied, looking stupider than the hick himself. "Potter. My name is Gary Potter." Gary replied. Ron suddenly gasped and almost fell to a dead faint. "Um... arebyyouchanceanyHarryrelatedPotterto?" Ron was so nervous, meeting someone that might be related to Harry, he couldn't speak correctly. "Pardon me, WHAT?" the hick asked. "Are... you... by... any... chance... related... to... Harry... Potter?" Ron had to speak slowly so he didn't mess up again. "Why, yes. I am Harry's uncle. It's nice to meet you, Ron. I have been hiding away for all these years. I wasn't able to find Harry, much less his parents, since he was born. Yes, my brother, a good, strong man. Married a very nice woman. Yes, yes... she was beautiful. I really missed The Marauders when they left Hogwarts. They always got me out of trouble and themselves into trouble." Gary explained. "And are you, by chance, one of Harry's brilliant friends? I like to use vivid verbs, by the way. So, are you one of his charming friends?" Gary still had that stupid, goofy smile. "Nice to meet you, too. Yeah, I'm one of Harry's two friends. Don't be surprised... a lot of things that he does makes him less and less popular. We're about to have our first Quidditch match if you'd like to watch." Ron requested. "As a matter of fact, I'm not only watching the match, I'm refereeing it! Also, I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Huzzah! Utterly brilliant, eh?" Gary and Ron walked to the locker room together, talking while Gary answered questions and asked questions with that stupid smile. When they reached the locker room, they said "Bye" to each other and headed off in different directions. Ron went into the locker room while Gary went his "special spot" singing a song about vivid verbs that goes something like this "My name is Vivid and I love to use verbs! Verbs! Verbs! Verbs! Verbs are good, verbs are great. But only when Vivid sings them you can call them great!" Heh... interesting song... Ron thought. Everyone was in the locker room, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. The game went smoothly, except the Slytherins cheated. But, that's normal. Harry caught the Snitch, of course, but the "Stinkin'/Stupid Slytherins" won. Everyone thinks they're dirty, nasty creatures. Except for themselves and Snape, of course. Hideous, greasy-haired Snape. No one calls him that out loud, although everyone thinks it. After the match, Ron caught up with Harry. "I want you to meet someone, Harry." Ron panted, catching his breath. Harry looked puzzled, but followed Ron anyways. They made way through the departing crowd, towrads Gary Potter. When they got there, Ron introduced them for each other. "Yes, Harry, I am your long-lost uncle. I don't think your father ever knew about me. I was adopted before I could meet my own brother, you know... " his voice trailed off. There was a tug on Ron's shoulder and he was pulled up to the Gryffindor common room. Finally in light, he saw that it was Hermione that had pulled him up there. "What's going on?" Ron asked. "Ron, I have something to tell you... I've been trying to get it off my chest for so long..."
It was beautiful. The waves splashing the horse's hooves gently as they rode along the shore. Ron was on a big, black mustang; Hermione was on a pure white Arabian.
They rode towrads a big, empty space on the beach. There were wedding bells ringing around a huge arch with a preacher under it. Then, a whole bunch of guests, men wearing tuxedos, women in white, suddenly appeared. Hermione was now wearing a beautiful white gown, the wind blowing it freely. Ron was wearing a tuxedo.
Then, an enormous group of Death Eaters wearing black came flying in all on black horses, over the guests like a big, black cloud of Crebian from Dunland. In the lead, without a mask, was Krum. Viktor Krum.
Krum jumped over on Ron and Hermione, nearly missing Ron, and landing fully on Hermione. Hermione was now dead... Ron couldn't believe it... Hermione... dead...
Ron woke up sweating, no, crying. He was so wet he couldn't tell which.
He opened the hangings around his four-poster to find Harry's already opened without him there. He might be out visiting Hagrid or down in the Great Hall eating breakfast.
But when Ron looked, Harry wasn't in the Great Hall eating breakfast, visiting Hagrid, nor anywhere in the castle.
So, Ron did something forbidden for once without Harry. Ron went into the Dark Forest, despite the fact Aragog and all of his sons and daughters were probably still in there. In the forest, Ron saw glimpses of all kinds of creatures. Unicorns, birds, pheonixes, squirrels, centaurs, and he even saw his dad's old car.
Deep in the forest, he came to a big field. In the field, Harry and Cho Chang, Harry's crush, were sitting in a corner petting a unicorn. The unicorn was only a foal, and as he watched the couple and the unicorn, he remembered what Hagrid had said during a Care of Magical Creatures lesson. "The littler ones are a bi' easier ter catch than the full-grown ones." Hagrid had also said that the foals don't mind the man's touch.
Ron edged along the trees and bushes, out of sight. When he got to the end of the field, there was a field seperated by a clump of trees. Ron, still out of sight, walked into the clump of trees to see Hermione on the opposite side of the field. She was sitting alone when a brown barn owl swooped down to hand her a letter. Hermione looked at the envelope to see who it was from. She then slowly opened it and started reading it. She put it in the pocket of her robes and tears started swelling in her eyes. Ron felt so bad that he silently slipped out of his hiding place asking her what was wrong.
"Viktor doesn't like me anymore." she answered choking on her tears.
"Well it's almost Christmas... I bet that's the worst gift you've ever gotten." Ron sat down and put an arm around her. They talked for a while, joking and playing and comforting each other when they remembered sad things that happened in the past. "So you were sending a letter to Krum the first day of school and you were asking Madame Hooch to be on the Quidditch team that morning?" Ron went over things that she told him.
"Yes... and I sent you the Firebolt 2." Hermione responded, tears now silently streaming down her face.
"Why are you crying now?" Ron asked.
"Well... you're sort of the reason Viktor left me... I've liked you for a long time, Ron... Viktor was... he didn't know... he thought that I only liked him... but I've always loved you..." Hermione responded quietly. "I knew you liked me... the way you always treated me... I just... couldn't say anything... until now..." They talked for about five more minutes when Hermione finally checked her watch. "Oh no! We're late for Potions! Snape's going to kill us!"
"What do you mean, us? This was your idea! I only came to look for Harry! So you have to take all the blame!" Ron joked.
They walked back to the castle joking and laughing. As they came out of the Dark Forest, they noticed it was very quiet... Harry and Cho had already left.
When they reached the dungeon where Potions takes place, Snape unexpectedly yelled, "Where have you been?!"
"We were-" they started.
"Uh, uh, uh. I didn't ask you to answer me, did I? Thirty points from Gryffindor each and I will figure out your detentions later! Now sit!" Hermione and Ron along with the rest of the Gryffindors jumped at least five inches.
"Ooh, harsh." Harry whispered as Ron and Hermione sat down next to him. The rest of the class period went on like this with Snape yelling non-stop.
That's kinda a weird and stupid chapter..... oh well.....time for the third chapter! YAY! Or Huzzah! (as Gary says)
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