A letter to you

Chapter 17: Ron = dead

Hogwarts, Prof. McGonagall's office

McGonagall:

I turned to stare at Harry's floating image

"HE WHAT?!" I exclaimed, mortified. Harry just nodded his head worthlessly before the sound of Ginny Weasley shouting could be heard.

So, Harry. James. Potter. You are telling me that you would rather throw away time. Time which is valuable. Time which we don't have because of our busy jobs. You would rather use that time to help poor little Hermione Granger instead of planning our weddin-"He sighed and looked at me helplessly. I nodded and we both looked away simultaneously while saying the contradictive spell. I had discovered the spell in Snape's old Potions book. The half-blood prince one. Harry had given it to me after his sixth year as he didn't need it anymore.

The spell was very simple and it was a lot like the weird 'Facetime' thingy that muggles kept on going on about. You just had to say the spell under your breath three times. When you wanted to end your conversation, you said the contradictive spell and looked away. Snape might have been a git at times but he could also be a very useful git. I missed him.

At any rate, I had just learned from Harry that Ronald Billus Weasley had ABUSED HERMIONE GRANGER!

I couldn't believe it. Ron. The person I had taught and oh Hell, even danced with. (A/N: This is from the movie version of GoF) How could this happen? Children nowadays...

Sighing, I turned to Dumbledore's portrait. With slightly raised eyebrows he nodded towards my desk and I thanked him with a smile. I had written a letter to Dumbledore. Just a short one mind you and he had wrote a really long letter back and dropped off some reference materials. Grinning. I started back towards my seat and started going through every single thing.