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paixaorpg2006-03-06 03:13 pm
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A little ways from home [Closed]
Character(s): Ron
Content: Ron gets taken from the Hogwarts train and ends up at Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Thursday morning
Warnings: None
The train whistle blew loudly, signaling the approaching bridge. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were settled in one of the back cars as usual, the two boys comparing the cards each had received via chocolate frog, and Hermione trying her best to concentrate on a book, stroking Crookshanks at the same time.
"So, we're officially graduated sixth-years!" Ron said triumphantly, making a snatch for a frog that dared to try and escape. He failed, however, and the frog quickly hopped out of the compartment.
Harry grinned. "Not bad, not bad, he replied. "How about you, Hermione?"
"Pleasant, I suppose," the bushy-haired girl said offhandedly, "but I'd very much like to finish this book before we arrive at home, if you don't mind. I've only read 346 pages!"
"Out of how many, 700?" Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione, unfortunately, heard him. "Two thousand, eight hundred and sixteen, for your information, Ronald," she said irritably, then resumed her reading. Ron rolled his eyes. "Why the heck would you want to add to the load we've got to do for homework, anyway?"
"For once, Granger, old Weasel has a point."
The three in the compartment looked up. Standing in the doorway was the blond, sharp-eyed Draco Malfoy, with his croonies Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Behind those two were Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's "girlfriend", and a dark-skinned seventh-year named Blaise Zambini.
Ron stared at Malfoy, mirroring the glare his friends had. "Why, would you look at that, Hermione! It seems Malfoy actually can go for two minutes without having to suck face with Pansy." Malfoy's expression darkened. "Watch your mouth, blood-traitor," he snapped. Pansy, however, blushed red.
Harry stood up. "Look, Malfoy," he said, reaching into his robes and grasping his wand just in case. "We don't feel like fighting, and I'm sure you don't--"
"Oh, but I do," Malfoy said, grinning viciously. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles.
Harry sighed. "I was saying that you wouldn't want to attack us in front of witnesses, now, would you?"
Malfoy looked around them. It seemed the passengers of the other compartments had all peeked their head out, desperately eager to see what was going on with the boy who lived.
Malfoy scowled, turn his head back to Harry. "Watch your back, Potter," he began. "You wouldn't want any accidents happ--woah!"
The train had lurched to a halt, causing Malfoy to lose his balance and fall face-forward into the compartment, unfortunately landing on Crookshanks. The bushy cat hissed at the Slytherin boy, slashing his face viciously, then retreated under the seats. Malfoy stood up, wiping the blood off of his face and brushing off his robes.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron said, utterly confused. He wasn't given an answer, though, as everyone seemed to be just as confused as he was. He gently stood up, looking out the window and seeing the lake they had stopped above. "Spooky. Dementors?"
"No, not dementors," Hermione said. "When Sirius Black escaped, they were everywhere, but you could instantly tell when one was around. It got all cold, and you felt horrible."
Harry shuddered. "Definetly not dementors." He looked outside, upwards to the sky. "What the--" he began, just before the sky began to radiate a brilliant light. "Agh!" he cried, closing his eyes and holding up his arms. The others followed suit.
"What...is that?!" Pansy cried, backing farther into the hallway. Her attempts to get away were futile, however, as the train suddenly fell forward. The eight of them suddenly found themselves crashing through the compartment window and falling towards the lake below.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled, twisting his body around to find the girl. Things were rushing far too fast, and he couldn't see. The next thing he knew, he had sunk into the icy depths of the water, his vision going black.
--
"Oooh...bloody hell..." Ron rolled his head from side to side, his eyes tightly shut. He sat up, opening them slowly. "What-what happened?" He looked around, and his mouth fell open.
He definitely wasn't on the way home from Hogwarts anymore. Instead, he was at the end of a huge line, leading towards some sort of gate. Ron fumbled through the inside of his robes, letting out a sigh of relief as he grasped his wand. He looked around him, searching for anything else.
"Accio bag!" he shouted, spotting his bag a few meters away. He quickly looked through it. It was filled with some parchment, ink, quills, candy, and various items from Zonko's and his brother's shop. Satisfied, he called out to his friends. "Harry! Hermione!"
"'Ey, shut up!" came a voice from behind. Ron turned around, confronting a large man with pale hair and eyes. Deciding it best not to say anything, he turned back forward silently.
--
Hours had passed before Ron made it to the front of the gate. There, a man asked, "Name?"
"Oh, uh, Ronald Weasly," he stuttered. He was given a small, rectangular device, and shoved through the gate. Once on the other side, Ron looked at the object in his hand. It was orange, adding to the collection of things he had to match his hair. Ron shuddered at the thought of what Fred and George would say, and headed forward into what he had just classified as "the strangest city he had ever been in".
Content: Ron gets taken from the Hogwarts train and ends up at Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Thursday morning
Warnings: None
The train whistle blew loudly, signaling the approaching bridge. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were settled in one of the back cars as usual, the two boys comparing the cards each had received via chocolate frog, and Hermione trying her best to concentrate on a book, stroking Crookshanks at the same time.
"So, we're officially graduated sixth-years!" Ron said triumphantly, making a snatch for a frog that dared to try and escape. He failed, however, and the frog quickly hopped out of the compartment.
Harry grinned. "Not bad, not bad, he replied. "How about you, Hermione?"
"Pleasant, I suppose," the bushy-haired girl said offhandedly, "but I'd very much like to finish this book before we arrive at home, if you don't mind. I've only read 346 pages!"
"Out of how many, 700?" Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione, unfortunately, heard him. "Two thousand, eight hundred and sixteen, for your information, Ronald," she said irritably, then resumed her reading. Ron rolled his eyes. "Why the heck would you want to add to the load we've got to do for homework, anyway?"
"For once, Granger, old Weasel has a point."
The three in the compartment looked up. Standing in the doorway was the blond, sharp-eyed Draco Malfoy, with his croonies Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Behind those two were Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's "girlfriend", and a dark-skinned seventh-year named Blaise Zambini.
Ron stared at Malfoy, mirroring the glare his friends had. "Why, would you look at that, Hermione! It seems Malfoy actually can go for two minutes without having to suck face with Pansy." Malfoy's expression darkened. "Watch your mouth, blood-traitor," he snapped. Pansy, however, blushed red.
Harry stood up. "Look, Malfoy," he said, reaching into his robes and grasping his wand just in case. "We don't feel like fighting, and I'm sure you don't--"
"Oh, but I do," Malfoy said, grinning viciously. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles.
Harry sighed. "I was saying that you wouldn't want to attack us in front of witnesses, now, would you?"
Malfoy looked around them. It seemed the passengers of the other compartments had all peeked their head out, desperately eager to see what was going on with the boy who lived.
Malfoy scowled, turn his head back to Harry. "Watch your back, Potter," he began. "You wouldn't want any accidents happ--woah!"
The train had lurched to a halt, causing Malfoy to lose his balance and fall face-forward into the compartment, unfortunately landing on Crookshanks. The bushy cat hissed at the Slytherin boy, slashing his face viciously, then retreated under the seats. Malfoy stood up, wiping the blood off of his face and brushing off his robes.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron said, utterly confused. He wasn't given an answer, though, as everyone seemed to be just as confused as he was. He gently stood up, looking out the window and seeing the lake they had stopped above. "Spooky. Dementors?"
"No, not dementors," Hermione said. "When Sirius Black escaped, they were everywhere, but you could instantly tell when one was around. It got all cold, and you felt horrible."
Harry shuddered. "Definetly not dementors." He looked outside, upwards to the sky. "What the--" he began, just before the sky began to radiate a brilliant light. "Agh!" he cried, closing his eyes and holding up his arms. The others followed suit.
"What...is that?!" Pansy cried, backing farther into the hallway. Her attempts to get away were futile, however, as the train suddenly fell forward. The eight of them suddenly found themselves crashing through the compartment window and falling towards the lake below.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled, twisting his body around to find the girl. Things were rushing far too fast, and he couldn't see. The next thing he knew, he had sunk into the icy depths of the water, his vision going black.
--
"Oooh...bloody hell..." Ron rolled his head from side to side, his eyes tightly shut. He sat up, opening them slowly. "What-what happened?" He looked around, and his mouth fell open.
He definitely wasn't on the way home from Hogwarts anymore. Instead, he was at the end of a huge line, leading towards some sort of gate. Ron fumbled through the inside of his robes, letting out a sigh of relief as he grasped his wand. He looked around him, searching for anything else.
"Accio bag!" he shouted, spotting his bag a few meters away. He quickly looked through it. It was filled with some parchment, ink, quills, candy, and various items from Zonko's and his brother's shop. Satisfied, he called out to his friends. "Harry! Hermione!"
"'Ey, shut up!" came a voice from behind. Ron turned around, confronting a large man with pale hair and eyes. Deciding it best not to say anything, he turned back forward silently.
--
Hours had passed before Ron made it to the front of the gate. There, a man asked, "Name?"
"Oh, uh, Ronald Weasly," he stuttered. He was given a small, rectangular device, and shoved through the gate. Once on the other side, Ron looked at the object in his hand. It was orange, adding to the collection of things he had to match his hair. Ron shuddered at the thought of what Fred and George would say, and headed forward into what he had just classified as "the strangest city he had ever been in".