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chapter no. 005!
RON GROANED TIREDLY ONCE HE HIT THE SOLID WOODEN FLOORING. His head hit the ground and made him wince in return. His sister Ginny snorted, laughing at his actions. Beside the group, in the middle, were four notepads with nothing on them.
"Come on, Ron, we have to finish tonight, or else I will never stop bugging you," Hermione Weasley, his girlfriend, grinned. She scolded him once more for continuing to groan in annoyance.
"Fine, fine," Ron frowned and sat back up, "And why isn't Harry being scolded!? He's bloody asleep right now." Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked Harry's head forward.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Harry yelled. The dark night causing Ginny to cover his mouth in an attempt to stop his shouting, "Apologies, didn't mean to scream. It's just— it's so late, can we please sleep or something?"
"No! Listen, I've been stuck in this situation, of just wondering where those royals have been. Could they have prevented the war against Voldemort or what?" Hermione rejected. Ron continues to try and convince her to rest, but Harry had given up on that. He already knew the answer, no, because the prophecy of Harry beating the wizard had nothing to do with Royals. It would have just gone to change the outcome, winning faster or losing.
"Stop!" Harry finally shouted, "the prophecy had nothing to do with them, 'moine, it was supposed to be about Neville but Voldemort chose me. The royale idiots would've just had a change in outcome, winning quickly or purely losing!"
Silence overtook the room when Harry's voice faded out. Ron closed his eyes immediately after, already knowing that Harry wanted to cry. "I'm sorry, Harry. I guess this week had been a stressful experience. We're going to bed, Hermione, come on, Harry."
"'Kay," Harry mumbled. The boy's glasses slipped down his nose where Ron took them. "Night, Ginny." Ron smiled softly and waved at his sister and glanced towards his girlfriend Hermione with a disappointed frown. He led Harry into their shared room and to his separate bed.
Ron laid himself down in his own bed with a tank top and pajama pants as sweat beaded down his neck. Harry looked light, but he was heavy and Ron did not have the strength; or stamina to hold the boy up.
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The morning was rough the day after, at least to Harry it was. He frowned at his friends who had some sort of problem. Ron had assured him he would be ok, but Harry doesn't believe him.
"When do you think they'll be arriving here?" Ginny questioned Harry. The boy shrugged his shoulders and stabbed into the waffles. "Well, I reckon they'll be here soon, but I hope they enjoy their stay.."
"Eat your muffins, George," Molly Weasley frowned and kissed her son's head. "Now, children, tomorrow we'll be going off to Diagon Alley. I expect you all to behave well."
"Yes, mum," Ron mumbled softly.
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