New Beginnings

Chapter 12

Harry slipped his cloak on, clambering out of bed ungracefully. After almost being caught by Neville, Harry kept silencing charms around each bed, meticulously placed each night.

The doors to the dorms were silenced as well, letting Harry slip out the common room easily. When morning came they'd be taken down.

The Fat Lady growled at being woken up but couldn't see the culprit. (Luckily, his heir ring let him back in without the use of a password).

"I cannot believe." Cassidy mumbled, the young brown haired Slytherin punched a wall viciously, cutting herself off. She was pacing and frowning, Dumbledore having gone already. "What am I supposed to do?"

There was a moment of contemplation before she obviously thought of lying. 

Not waiting for her to slink away, Harry stupified her, picking up the teen. Annoyingly she was a lot heavier than she looked and Harry really didn't have the energy to cast another spell.

Getting all the way down to the Chamber was hard but totally worth it.

Ron was lying sprawled on the floor, small pools of blood pooled around his body. He didn't raise his eyes when Harry's shoes clicked against the tiles, only when Cassidy was tied directly opposite him.

Harry smirked, watching horror dawn in the gingers eyes. So Ron hadn't thought Harry would bring someone else down here - plus the very obvious Slytherin robes must've been at the very least confusing.

Ron opened his mouth then thought against it, shutting it with an annoying click of the teeth.

"What were you going to ask?" 

"Why is she here?" Ron croaked, voice incredibly hoarse. There were a myriad of bruises staining his skin, thousands of lacerations adorned him and Harry was almost sure the ginger was blind in one eye.

"I caught her spying for Dumbledore." Harry shrugged, knowing full well Ron wouldn't get out alive to say a word.

Anger flashed in Ron's eye, "so that means you get to carry out your twisted fantasies on her?! And here I thought you were one of them!"

"One of whom Ronald?"

The cold tone should've been seen as the warning it was but Ron didn't notice, spurned on by a brewing anger and hatred he'd harboured for years.

Something Harry had yet to get out of Ron was the headmasters promise that Ron would've regarded as Saviour if Harry had only died before age eleven. 

Something that - in Ron's mind - had been snatched from him, a chance for glory and fame that only he'd truly appreciate.

Something Harry was squandering and something Ron would never get now.

"I've seen the way you look at Malfoy, like the Sun shines out his ass!" Ron continued with a few choice words that Harry had heard once before.

Only this time he wouldn't burn the speaker to death.

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A small shell was perched on the snake statues head, a listening device planted as a just in case. At least now with two people down here, there might be something interesting to hear.