The Cursed Soul

Chapter 16

HARRY

So we went into the nearest place we could bring Ron. Although Hagrid doesn't have much else he could give to help ease his situation aside from the empty bucket, so we just wait for the spell to wear off as he suggested. We talked about some stuff. Mostly about Lockhart and the Malfoy's. Plus the unfamiliar term the Slytherin boy called to Hermione.

Mudblood. Dirty Blood.

When I learned about the word, nothing but anger boiled my blood, and I suddenly wanted to slice that vile tongue of that git Malfoy. I wanted so badly to punch him on the face: Nothing nice has ever come out from that mouth since the day I met him. Now, I finally understood why everyone in the Gryffindor Team, even Ron and Iro acted that way towards the boy. – Which reminds me of something, I turned to the boy sitting at the other side of Ron. He's been quiet the whole time. But when I saw his eyes seemed lost in the wilderness, I realized why...

I called out his name, but no response came from him. Ron threw up another set of slugs out to the bucket, but he nudged Iro after that. Still nothing.

"Iro," my voice obviously growing impatient now, "Iro!" I couldn't believe this boy. His friends have problems and he still has audacity to daydream at this moment.

"Iro! How did you know what mudblood is?" I asked in a rather squeaky voice, but still no response. I heard Hagrid chuckled, "Blimey, he totally lost it," I rolled my eyes and reached him, nudging him in the shoulder, or rather, punching his shoulder. This time, I got his attention, or at least half of it.

"Sorry, what did you say?" He asked.

"I said, how did you know what Mudblood was? I remember Malfoy calling you like that when we had our first flying lesson."

"I don't know," I heard him mumble, sort of a tone that sounded like was about to go back to his reverie. So I speak out loud for him to wake,

"WHAT!?"

"I mean, I heard Malfoy say that to someone before. And I asked Fred about it. – Hey I'll just go take a stroll outside for a second. I'll be right back." He leapt up from the bed and trudged back outside the hut without waiting for any of our response. Rude...

"Okay, what was that all about?" Ron asked. His skin now is starting to get back to its normal condition, though still a bit pale, and the slugs stopped from coming out from his mouth. And knowing that really does ease my stomach because if that continues, I don't think I could still hold myself from throwing up as well.

"Anyways, I couldn't blame you, Ron, for trying to curse that Malfoy kid." said Hagrid. "Harry! I heard you've been giving out signed out photos. Why didn't I get one?"

"Oh shut up! I'm not giving out anything. If Lockhart's still spreading that around..." But I was cut off by Hagrid's laugh.

"I'm only joking'. I knew you wouldn't do that. I told Lockhart you didn't need to. You're more famous than him without even trying."

I heaved a deep sigh, "Harry, let's go back to the dorm. I badly needed my bed right now." said Ron weakly.

"We can't, it's still raining outside."

"What? It's raining?" Hermione interjected, surprised by the sudden revelation of drizzling rain out from the small blurry window.

"I think it's been raining since we got here. Haven't you noticed?"

I watched as she shook her head. For a few minutes Hagrid and I talked while waiting for the rain to halt. But it seems that it won't be until the next few hours. Ron, I think, has finally got it through, but Hermione... she looked like blood gradually sipping out from her. Her face turning to something I've seen dozens of times, when she'd decipher something,