What Will Ron Think?
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this chapter belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling. Only the plot and Lenore belong to me.
A/N: Its been more then a year since I started this story and I still don't think I'll finish it but here's the next chapter. I started it a long time ago and finished it last night.
Harry trudged wearily down the hallway trying not to think. It was too much, it was just too much he lamented as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. In the end Harry had taken the whole day off instead of just an hour. The revelation itself wasn't so bad but finding out about Dumbledore, and his parents, and Lenore Avery. it was just too much. He didn't even look up when the Fat Lady asked him for the password but instead just muttered it and walked in.
"Harry!" he heard someone (who sounded like Hermione) cry and he was suddenly surrounded by a group of eager Gryffindors who wanted to know why he had missed all of his classes. They were all babbling at the same time and finally he gave up asking the politely and yelled, "Oi, just shut up! I'm too tired right now to think, I'll tell you later."
The Gryffindors all backed up with disappointed looks on their faces. It must have been really interesting if this was Harry's reaction. Only Ron and Hermione edged closer protectively.
Harry turned and walked over to a small corner of the common room where three chairs were located and sat down. Hermione and Ron sat in the other chair and waited for Harry to tell them what had left him in such a state.
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped and buried his face in his hands. Oh no, he thought, now I have to tell Ron what happened. He'll probably never forgive me (as if I could help it). This will only make me more famous if it gets out. He let out an inarticulate moan.
"Hey Harry, what happened," Ron asked
"And how was it so important that you skipped class? The OWL's are coming up and you can't afford it," Hermione added. Harry grinned weakly, leave it to Hermione to worry about school in time like this.
"Dumbledore called me to his office and," Harry gulped, " he said I was.. That I was." it was still hard to believe.
"He said you were what?" they asked simultaneously.
"The Heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin," he whispered.
"What?!" Ron shouted.
"I knew it," said Hermione triumphantly.
Harry proceeded to tell them about the Hogwarts Family Tree, why he survived and why Voldemort wanted to kill him (Don't say his name!). He finished up grinning when he told them about Dumbledore being related to them. Hermione was grinning back but Ron just stared at the floor, the shadows hiding his expression.
"Ron," I began.
"So. You are the Heir of Slytherin. And the Heir of bloody Gryffindor as well!" Ron murmured. Harry wasn't sure if he was angry or incredulous.
"Shut up, Harry, just for once shut up!" he straightened and began massaging his temples as if he had a headache. Harry stared at him.
"Ron!" whispered Hermione fiercely. "What's gotten in to you?"
"Oh, I'll tell you what's gotten into me!" Ron exclaimed, Hermione tried furiously to shush him but he ignored her. "That Harry is the Heir of Slytherin. That he's descended from the old Snake himself! And here we thought that we were telling the truth when we said he couldn't have called the basilisk! Tell me Harry, what did Collin ever do to you, eh? And Hermione, and Filch's cat and Nearly Headless Nick! Tell me, Harry, cause I'm a little fuzzy on what happened in the Chamber. Maybe its because I wasn't there when you 'fought' the basilisk. You probably didn't even fight it! Just told it to roll over while you lopped its head off!" by now everyone in the commonroom was staring at them, some of them had begun to edge away slowly from where the three friends sat.
Hermione grabbed Ron's shoulder and swung him around to face her. For a moment he tried to stare her down but her gaze bored into his own, making him look away. "You listen to me now, Ron. I think you're jealous, that's right, jealous. And horribly selfish too. You think its bad that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin? Well how bad do you think it is for him?"
"Thanks, Hermione." Harry said.
"And you!" she rounded on him, her face white with rage yet somehow managing to keep her voice in a whisper. "And you! Keep your mouth shut. Did it ever occur to you that Ron might not like the fact that you're even more 'special' then before" This was getting unfair!
"That's it Hermione, you shut your mouth."
"Yeah, it bothers me. It bothers me more then either of you can know. Ron's my friend and I would never go out of my way to hurt him like you've been implying.. But do you want to know what bothers me more? That I, one of the Heirs of Gryffindor, am too directly related to Gryffindor to attack Voldemort!" this time no one tried shush him for saying You Know Who's name. A silence fell like a blanket over the room. Suddenly the crackle and pop of the fire seemed unbearably loud.
"But.but didn't you fight him before?" a tentative voice sounded from the throng of Gryffindors.
"No. I didn't." He began ticking off on his fingers, "First year: I burnt his servant with my touch. Second year, it was not really him, just the basilisk. Third year I fought his servant. Fourth year," he winced at the memory, " I dodged him but when we finally attacked each other the spell went haywire. I am unable to attack him but he's got minions and the only other Heir of Slytherin he had working for him is dead." He glared at the crowd then drooped wearily. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed. Contrary to popular belief, I need sleep too." And with that, he climbed the stairs to his room and vanished.
"Bloody hell," Ron swore then ran after him.
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