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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 13, 2007 20:35:38 GMT -5
It was the middle of the night as Harry lay awake in his bed, staring out Ron's bedroom window, up at the starry night's sky. His eyes settled on the brightest star, which he had come to know as Sirius, the dog star. He let out a small sigh, and rolled over before he could let his mind open up to memories of his god father. He had recently woken up from a particularly bad dream, in which Ron and Hermione both died helping Harry with his mission, then Voldemort cackling evily as he murdered Harry himself. Who was he kidding anyways. Voldemort was a powerful, accomplished wizard. Even if he did destroy all of the Horcruxes, it would be just as difficult, if not even more, to kill the Dark Lord himself.
Harry did another half turn in his squeaky cot, now laying n his stomach. In his mind, a new position equaled a new train of thought. He glanced over at Ron, whose pale face was lit by the crescent moon looming right above the window. His friend was snoring loudly, as usual. A small smile formed on Harry's lips as his memory slipped into a more happy stream, thinking of all the good times him and Ron had shared. Harry propped himself up on his elbows and grabbed his pillow, throwing it across the room in a perfect parabola, landing right on Ron's face. Harry laughed and leaned over.
"Psst!"
He whispered at Ron, hoping that his voice wouldn't wake up anyone in the surrounding rooms.
"Wake up, git!"
Harry said in a slightly louder whisper. How come he didn't think of this before. Mrs Weasley had been working them to the bone trying to keep them from talking to each other, but they had never thought of exchanging whispered plans when everyone else had gone to sleep.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Sept 15, 2007 13:08:21 GMT -5
Ron was in a peaceful and loving sleep in which he dreamt of the best things he could ever imagine. Amid those great things were helping Harry vanquish Voldermort, telling Hermione his true feelings for her and being the best in Quidditch. He had so many plans all through his dreams and everything seemed perfect as he had Hermione by one hand and on the other side Harry with a wide smile of accomplishment and victory. But suddenly a darkening shadow loomed his horizon as he saw what looked like a thunderstorm heading his direction. They all ran for dear like the opposing direction but it was no use they seemed hurdled in the middle of a devastating disaster.
In a flush of momentum and anguish Ron awoke startled to have a pillow soaring at him. As he loudly clamered in his bed, he looked over to Harry who smirked delighted to see him in such ardor. "OI!Harry!..what's the matter?" he exclaimed a bit loudly forgetting what time of the night it was. He just didn't feel like he was in the best mood to be messed with. Specially after such a wicked dream as the one he saw. He glared at Harry sinisterly, as he threw the pillow thrown to him in return.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 15, 2007 15:13:42 GMT -5
Harry sat up in his bed, but not before his pillow came soaring through the air, hitting him in the face. Harry laughed and went over, sitting on Ron's bed. For a moment, it almost felt like they were back at Hogwarts, staying up late and sneaking out into the empty corridors, causing mischief and the sort. The thought of not returning to the castle that Harry thought of as home was sad, maybe even painful.
"Nice aim." He whispered "No, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep..."
Harry explained. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at Ron.
"I just thought that since everyone else was asleep... we could finally have a chance to talk.."
Straining his ears, he listened to make sure that, in fact, everyone was still sleeping soundly in their beds. Once or twice this summer, he had been woken up by Mrs. Weasley coming in to check on the two boys. After a couple of seconds of silence, Harry concluded that nobody was awoken by Ron's loud outburst.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Sept 16, 2007 21:51:07 GMT -5
As Ron yawned and stretched hardly hearing Harry's comments he straightened himself to nod and agree with anything that stormed in his mind. He did understand that they didn't speak as often and it was true with everything his mother kept harping on them for hours, specially since the coming of Bill and Fleur's wedding. He was tired of fixing arrangements, making last minutes details for flowery sheets, and the list could go on.
It was when it struck him that he hardly would see Harry, or Hermione. They duties would wear them down as well, and left them with no open time to talk about what they wanted or at least what was mostly on their minds. He tried to open his eyes, even though the drowsiness that poured on him for several hours continued to press upon his eyes like pressure in water. With every word of Harry's he felt he was trying to wake up more, but he just nodded in simple actions for his friend's satisfaction. "righ'...righ'....good Harry." he said a bit still under the slumber as he grabbed a pillow and hugged it in front of him trying to help him stay up but only making him lean forward incapable of resisting the comfort.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 22, 2007 22:39:57 GMT -5
Harry shook his head at his best friend. Ron was never really a knocturnal type of person. Everyone knew that Ron liked his sleep. Harry let out a small laugh as he tore the pillow away from Rom and hit him over the head with it, knowing that would somewhat wake him out of his sleepy state. The next option was to pour water on his face, but Harry had never had to resort to that.
"Well, I guess it would be better if we could talk to Hermione too, but we would wake Ginny if we went to get her."
He said as he grabbed one of the dusty novels that Hermione had stacked at the foot of Ron's bed. How were they going to lug around all these books if they were going to be on the run all the time? Thoughts like these frequently crossed Harry's mind, but he didn't want to worry about them until the occasion aroused that needed his attention.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Sept 23, 2007 17:19:46 GMT -5
Ron's face seemed to have been splattered with another hit from Harry's pillow which inadvertently woke him up completely as he groaned as the aftermath. He soothed his face with one hand as his expression grew unsettlingly, "Alrigh' Harry I got it!" he proclaimed enough for him to hear. He knew fairly well how much he loved his rest time, it was the only time in the day in which he didn't have to worry about anything coming true, feeling anguish, pain or any other slight fearing emotion. Although at times when he did dream of something extraordinary it was a slight loss to have to wake up.
He finally sat up and leaned against his lap as he heard him continue. At the notice of Hermione, Ron's heart seemed to run a bit faster. He didn't know why he had feelings for the one girl he had grown for the past six years as her best friend. But it was all the more conclusive reason why he figured it was that he had some feeling for her. He looked over to Harry although he couldn't figure see him right since it was partially pitch black. The only light coming threw came from his attic window next to his bed, not enough to dim Harry's facial expressions and fortunate vice versa.
"It would be a good idea, but the last thing I want to do is wake Ginny, do you have any idea what fit she would put up, much less waking up the whole family for one small disruption. ....Unless we use you cloak." he paused on the last note as he grinned slightly. He wanted to be around Hermione more often than not, and wanted to have her company whenever he could. But fortunately for the near pitch black darkness Harry wouldn't be able to see him that far away.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 23, 2007 21:41:51 GMT -5
Harry almost fell out of his bed, jumping up to search for his ruck sack.
"Ron Weasley, you are brilliant"
He said, sifting through some dirty clothes on the ground. The fact that Ron had thought about something as brilliant as that didn't surprise him as much as it would have other people. To Harry, Ron wasn't the absent minded person that everyone else knew. From the first day that they met on the train, Harry had thought Ron nothing less then brilliant. Sure, he had his moments, but so did everyone, including himself.
As he found his ruck sack, he looked up at Ron. There was a certain look on his face, reflected by the moonlight, that made him seem... somewhere else. Then it dawned on Harry that Ron wasn't in on it for the adventure, but to see Hermione. Harry had begun to notice Ron taking a fancy to her lately, but didn't say anything. He didn't want to think about how he would feel if his best friends started dating. It would be good on one hand, but on the other, he would feel terribly lonely. Because he knew that he wouldn't be able to be with Ginny until after their mission was done.
Finally finding the cloak, Harry pulled it out of his sack, its silvery surface shining in the moonlight. He tossed it over to Ron, closing the bag, throwing into a corner.
"Okay, let's go."
He said, crossing the room to stand next to Ron's bed
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