I had promised myself I wouldn't have anything to do with Harry or Ron again. I wrote it myself in my last post. An to be completely honest, I was going to go through with refusing to speak with either of them again, but... they were just too annoying. And irresponsible. And I felt like I had to do SOMETHING because it seemed to me like no one else was going to do anything. Which is why, right now at the end of Halloween, I believe I can say with confidence that Harry, Ron and I will be great friends.
Allow me to explain:
A few days after the whole duel incident, I was doing well with my promise of not talking to them (which I think they were a bit relieved about to be honest) when during breakfast, Harry's owl Hedwig dropped off a package for him. I wouldn't have noticed at all if the package hadn't been large and also hadn't knocked over my pumpkin juice, but alas, it did, so I saw. And I was all over annoyed again.
He'd received a broomstick. A Nimbus 2000 I heard Ron whisper out. Clearly they were trying to be sneaky, but really, all it was was a broomstick wrapped in packing paper. It was pretty obvious to figure out what the "package" was. They snuck away and that was the moment I decided to give them a piece of my mind when I saw them next.
First years weren't supposed to have broomsticks, since they weren't allowed to actually play Quidditch. First years were supposed to be learning how to properly handle a broom with Madame Hooch, not get all cocky after they broke the rules and discovered they could fly all fancy (even if it was impressive).
When I saw them in the common room, I overheard Harry say that he was on the team. If anything that frustrated me even more. RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON. And Harry was rewarded for breaking them. I didn't understand. And I told them off anyway. And then Ron griped some more.
That boy has always got something to say, doesn't he. 😦 Even now, when we are friends.
This morning, Ron ended up being my table partner in Charms class. We were learning all about the swishes and flicks one must use when using their wand. Ron of course kept doing it wrong wrong wrong, but I kept it together. Until he started trying to actually say the spell.
I won't say what spell it was (confidentiality, remember?) but I finally had enough and I told him how to say it proper. To which he snapped back at me to do it myself. And I did. And I succeeded. Honestly, I was feeling quite proud of myself until the end of class when I heard Ron telling Harry that I was... how did he say it? Oh yes, a Nightmare. Oh, and that I have no friends.
Now this is still before the events of today, and all three of us weren't really friends. I suppose we were more peers, but what he said really hurt. Even if we weren't "friends" we were Gryffindors and we were also first years. And it wasnt as if I had NO friends. I had Neville and a few of the other girls in Gryffindor House, Ron didn't know what he was talking about. But it really bothered and upset me, so I locked myself in the girl's bathroom and didn't come out all day.
I know it's pathetic (and I even skipped some classes!), but what he said really hurt. It just made me realize even more that I don't come from a magical family, and the fact that some people think I have no friends made me feel like maybe I wasn't doing as well as I thought integrating into magical society.
Doing that was dumb and stupid, and actually almost cost me my life today. Because if I had just ignored Ron and went on with my day, I would've been in the Great Hall at dinner when Professor Quirrell burst in saying that there was a troll loose.
So I was in the bathroom, still upset, as the troll made it's way in. I didn't notice it at first, but all of a sudden it felt like everything was extremely quiet and still. I stopped sniffling for a moment and raised my head and that's when I saw a club swinging towards my head. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes and I realized something in that moment.
I'd been so excited about Hogwarts and being here that I'd forgotten to really enjoy it. School isn't just about rules and schoolwork, but about the people as well. And I felt bad about nagging Harry and Ron ever since the day I'd met them. I still feel bad. I understand why Ron said what he did, but it didn't make it any less hurtful.
After that split second, my body sort of took control and I dived out of the way. The sinks were destroyed and I ran into a stall and closed the door. I don't know why I thought that would help, but I was on autopilot at that point.
I was screaming as loud as I could, but no one seemed to hear me.
Right when I thought I was done for, I heard Harry's voice yell something to the red haired kid who ran in with him. And then I saw both of them do the most reckless thing ever. Harry tried to get me to run towards him, but my legs were frozen and I couldn't move. I saw Ron yelling at the troll, distracting it I guess, and then Harry jumped on the troll's back. I thought my eyes would pop out of it's sockets!
At that moment, Ron pulled out his wand and executed perfectly the spell he was struggling with in Charms just this morning! The troll's club rose into the air and knocked out the troll and then all was still.
Five seconds later, Professor McGonagall, Snape and Professor Quirrell were in the bathroom demanding to know what happened, and what we were doing there.
So I took a risk. Harry and Ron saved my life and I owed them, and I also didn't want them to get in trouble. I took the blame for trying to handle the troll on my own. And I told the professors that Harry and Ron had tried to stop me.
Professor McGonagall was very upset with me and took off five points. It's the first time I've ever lost any points ever. But as I was heading out of the bathroom and back to the Gryffindor common room, I heard Professor McGonagall award both Harry and Ron five points each, meaning we never really lost any points to begin with.
That Professor is a smart one.
And that is how Harry, Ron and I became friends.
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Information based on the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling; Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Rowling, J. K., and Mary GrandPre. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Ch. 10. New York, NY: Scholastic, 1999. Print
