It's Not Just a Boggart

Harry and Hermione are staying at my place, The Burrow, over the summer before we go to Hogwarts as seventh years. When Harry got here, he brought his usual gear: his trunk and Hedwig's cage. When Hermione got here, however, she brought her trunk, Crookshanks and another trunk--but bigger--somewhat like a coffin.

"Blimey, Hermione! What exactly is in that big trunk? You aren't bringing all the books from your bookshelf are you?" I said.

"That's ridiculous! Why would I or anyone else want to do that?" Hermione replied.

After lunch, mum mentioned that she has to get rid of the boggart in the large cupboard in the attic. Without thinking, I followed my mom into the attic. The boggart that she was trying to get rid of turned out to be the usual: dead dad, dead Percy, dead Ginny, dead me, dead twins, dead Bill, dead Charlie and dead Harry. When the boggart turned into a dead Harry, she cried, "R-r-riddikulus!" Crack! The dead Harry turned into a big mug of butterbeer. When I saw that happen, I began craving for butterbeer.

I went down into the kitchen and realized that Hermione left her abysmally huge trunk in the kitchen. I bet she was waiting for someone to bring it upstairs for her. Who is she kidding? No one will bring that for her. Not that heavy looking thing. I told myself. But what could possibly be inside that coffin you call a trunk? I wondered. I was about to leave the kitchen when I heard a noise coming from Hermione's large trunk. The noise was somewhat like someone was knocking from inside. All I knew was that there was something moving from within.

It must be another boggart, I thought.

I grabbed my wand from my pocket. Good thing 7^th years are allowed to do magic, I thought. I began concentrating on what I feared the most. I haven't outgrew my fear of spiders but I feared of something more--something that Harry feared last school year that would break our tri-bond friendship apart--something that was most likely to come out of that huge trunk. I drew nearer to Hermione's trunk and shouted, 'Alohomora'. The trunk opened and there it was.

Hermione was lying on top of Viktor Krum. Their lips were touching. They were making out rapidly--so aggressive that I could not look.

I stepped back and knocked my mum's favorite vase. When the vase hit the floor and broke into pieces, Hermione and Krum looked up. Hermione started going near me.

Get a grip, Ron. It's just a boggart!, I told myself. Good thing 7^th years are allowed to use magic, I thought. I grabbed my wand from my pocket.

"Riddikulus!" I whispered. "R-r-riddikulus!" I yelled more loudly this time. "Riddikulus! Riddik--", I stopped, short of breath. "Riddikulus!" I cried, pointing my wand at Hermione. Nothing happened. No crack at all. The pair that just emerged from the trunk, still continued on.

Viktor Krum ran and put his arm around Hermione, caressing her slowly. "Riddikulus!" I heard myself yell. Krum was licking her neck. Hermione gave in to him; her moan was growing louder. "Riddikulus!" I shouted once more--clearly this time.

"Why can't this charm work?" I shrieked loudly.

Suddenly, Hermione looked up and said, "Ron! I am not a boggart! Cut it out!"

"No! You are a boggart! You can't be real!" I said. "RIDDIKULUS!" I continued. "RIDDIKULUS! RIDDIK-- " I fumbled. I felt my head hit the stone cold floor.

"Ron! Wake up! Ron!"

I looked up and saw many faces above me: Dad, Fred, George, Ginny, Percy, Bill, and Charlie. I looked around and I saw I was back in my bedroom.

"Looks like Ickle Ronniekins had a bad dream," Fred said sarcastically.

"What exactly were you dreaming about?" George said. "Riddikulus!" George mimicked.

"Where's Hermione?" I asked.

"Good point. They should be here any minute now. I hope Hermione got me the frigewaytor I begged her to bring. I wonder how muggles use them. Fascinating creatures they are!" Dad said as he checked his watch.

"Arthur! Tell Ron that Harry and Hermione have arrived," Mum said from below.

Everyone ran downstairs. "Hello Mr. Weasley!" Harry said.

"I brought the refrigerator you were dying to see," Hermione told my dad. "Good thing we are allowed to use magic or else I wouldn't have the guts to levitate it all the way here," Hermione added.

Hermione pointed to a large white figure towering beside her. This thing--refrigerator--or whatever you call it, was kind of like a big cabinet. I stared at it and looked at Hermione. She was smiling sweetly at me with a very big grin. I wonder what's in the refrigerator--probably a nice cold butterbeer, I thought. Just then, Hermione winked at me. I turned to the refrigerator, which was suddenly shaking madly.

"Oh no. Not again!"