Quest for the Horcruxes

CHAPTER 2

RON'S POV

A seventeen-year-old Ron Weasley woke up the same morning, though slightly later than Harry had.

"Bloody hell, ten o'clock!" mumbled Ron sleepily. "It has to be sacrilegious to get up this early."

Much to Ron's annoyance, Ginny proceeded into his room without knocking and sat at the foot of his bed.

"Mum's eye is twitching again, you had better get downstairs soon," warned Ginny, albeit with a sad look on her face. She was still sad about the ghoul.

When Ron managed to get to the kitchen, it was, unfortunately, too late. Molly Weasley was going berserk, pointing her wand in every direction at once, charming things clean. Ron noticed that she had sprouted an extra arm and that one was vigorously scrubbing anything it came in contact with.

"There you are Ronald! Come over here, I have a list of chores for you to do," said Molly, quite loudly. Ron moaned and walked towards her. Once he came in reach of Molly's third arm, however, it started scrubbing Ron quite violently. Molly didn't seem to notice Ron's screams, because she was too busy battling a nasty bit of living mold. The third arm started beating on Ron as if he had insulted its dead mother.

"MUM! Make it stop!" screeched Ron.

"Oh, don't be such a baby Ronald," said Molly, as she disintegrated the mold with a well-placed Abstergeo. She proceeded in getting rid of the third arm. "Abeo Membrum!"

"Thanks..."

"You're welcome. Now, do everything on this list. We can't welcome Harry into our home when it's looking like this!"

That afternoon, after Ron had succeeded in de-gnoming the garden, removing a baby vampire from their broom shed, re-painting the fence, removing "Snape sucks" from his bedroom door, and a variety of other small tasks, he approached his mother.

"Excellent job Ronald, I look forward to your help for the wedding." Ron shuddered. "Now, get dressed, your father is going to go get Harry soon."

Ron loved being of age. After getting dressed, he grabbed spell book which he bought that summer, and it was filled with amusing spells. It was called "Insanely Useless Spells, Volume Four".

He pulled out the book and went to the page he read last. He found learning useless spells helps pass the time.

"Oooh...Laevus Narisfors (transfg)....Turns something into a left nostril, I like," said Ron. "Aha, just what to use when Harry gets here... Sufflosempra..."

Ron was picking his nose at the kitchen table when Harry arrived. He heard the Knight Bus as it de-gnomed the street at 250 km/h, and saw them sailing through the air from the kitchen window.

"Here we are then, Harry," came Mr. Weasley's voice. The front door opened and Ron straightened out his shirt before leaving the kitchen. Harry stepped in behind Mr. Weasley, in all his Boy-Who-Lived glory. Harry smiled when his eyes reached Ron.

"Hey there Ron! How's it hanging? Rhetorically speaking, of course," said Harry.

"Er... hiya Harry! Have those idiots been treating you alright?"

"Is that the only way you know for greeting me, Ron? Seriously that's the only thing you say every time I see you," retorted Harry, although with a grin.

"Come on, I want to show you something. Let's go in the garden," finished Ron, as he started walking, pausing to grab his book.

They proceeded to the garden, but not before being assaulted by Mrs. Weasley, who wiped dirt off the tip of Ron's nose and Harry getting smothered. Ron sat on a rock in the overgrown garden, and motioned Harry to sit on the rock next to him.

"I got this spellbook over the summer; it has lots of cool spells. Here, I'll show you a few." said Ron. "See that gnome?" Harry nods. "Alright now, you might remember using this spell accidentally...Sufflosempra!"

And with that, the gnome froze in his tracks. It started making confused noises, and its belly started growing. The gnome started cursing as the rest of its body inflated, and it floated away slowly, a big ugly balloon. Harry sat there wide-eyed.

"That's what happened to Aunt Marge... what else is there in that book Ron?" asked Harry

Well, I particularly like this one. He rounded on Harry and pointed his wand at him. Harry flinched. "Supercilium Inflamari" shouted Ron, and Harry yelped when his eyebrows lit on fire. "Hold still Harry, I need to put you out! Aguamenti!" said Ron, who didn't look too worried, and was in fact smiling.

"That wasn't funny, you idiot! What made you do that! My beautiful eyebrows took all of yesterday to tease!"

"What did you say Harry..."

"My...nigh, rouse shook ball love chester-bay shoe please," thought up Harry.

Ron approved. That's what he thought he heard. "I don't much like being roused by being shaken, but a ball that loves chester-bay has no feelings so that's okay."

Harry only stared.