44 The Unavoidable Meeting
Inside classroom 72, Daphne was wishing that she would've gone with Ron to escape the torture that was Prof. Binns class.
"* How is this an actual class!? It's so dull that I think I'm about to go Insane from listening to this old ghost!*"
Daphne wasn't the only one struggling with the class, many of the other students felt the same way. Which was due to how the teacher, Professor Binns wasn't a very good or even capable teacher. He'd mostly read while having the student's take notes on said reading.
*Sigh*
"* Where did you run off to Ron?*"
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Room of Requirement
"* Damn it! Is there really nothing I can use!? I've gone through dozens of books without finding a single fucking clue as to how to uncurse Horcruxes! There's countless ways to completely destroy them but none to simply destroy Voldy's soul fragment.*"
*Sigh*
Ron sat in front of a desk covered with opened books, and many more piled on top.
"* I really want the Diadem. But I don't want that freaks souls attached to me in any form...*"
Not willing to give up so easily, he moved the books he'd already read and opened new ones.
" There has to be a way!"
Opening another book, Ron started reading it, in hopes of finding anything to do with Horcruxes or dealing with souls.
Once he finished with that book he toss it aside and opened another. He continued to repeat the same cycle until he heard a ringing noise signaling the end of the current class.
"* Next class is Defence Against the Dark Arts, should I skip it? I doubt that possessed mess of Quirrell is competent enough to teach. Then again it'll look bad if the old man notices that I've skipped another class other than Snape's.*"
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When Ron reached the ground floor and went inside the classroom, he suddenly felt as if something was trying to engulf him. Being trained for this, his expression didn't waver and he continued walking, eventually sitting between Daphne and Hermione.
The turban wearing man in front of the class, stumbled to explain a single thing. Something everyone in the class quickly figured as he couldn't say two words without breaking into an unending stutter.
Then when asked about the strong smell of garlic and his turban, the stuttering idiot couldn't make a single believable lie. Not willing to sit through another moment of whatever this class was, Ron was going to ask to use the bathroom when a knock came from the door.
*Knock*
Not waiting for an answer the door to the classroom opened revealing Filch with his dusty cat.
" The headmaster wants to see, Ronald Prewett -"
Not remembering the entire name the decrepit old man took out a small parchment, after which he continued.
" - Black Weasley."
Ron didn't waste anytime and stood up, bowed to the nervous teacher, and waived goodbye to his peers and his friends as he left the classroom.
Daphne and Hermione stood up and asked to go to the bathroom, and before the stuttering Quirrell could answer they were out the door.
" Ron!"
" Ron! Wait!"
" Hmm? Why'd you guys come out? Aren't you worried you'll get in trouble like me?"
He turned towards Hermione when he said the last sentence, which she didn't notice.
" Don't play around Ron! This is serious, you've been called to the Headmaster's Office!"
" Don't worry everything is going to be fine, I'll be fine."
" Don't make the headmaster wait boy!"
" I apologise, well I'll see you two at the Common Room later. I should go, wouldn't want to make the old man wait to long."
Ron turned around to leave when he felt something holding on to his sleeve. A low warm voice whispered something only audible to them both.
" You've got this under control, right?"
" It's all according to plan."
" Good."
Ron left with Filch while the two girls watched his retreating figure, until they could no longer see him.
" Daph, we'll he really be alright?"
" I'm sure of it."
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Waiting outside, facing a gargoyle statue Ron knew that this was the right place. Unexpectedly waiting for him was Prof. McGonagall, who dismissed Filch before giving him a long look.
" Is something the matter, Professor?"
" No... The headmaster wants to have a private conversation with you. I'm here to open the door for you, and to see you don't wander off, since students are prohibited to be on this floor."
" Then I'll thank you in advance."
The Professor gave him a slight nod before speaking to the gargoyle statue behind her.
" Smudge Cricket."
As if sentient the gargoyle stepped aside revealing a hidden entrance.
" Head on inside the headmaster will be with you shortly."
" Thank you again Professor. Although it's unfortunate that Mr. Filch left before I could ask him about the stray cat I captured. I do hope he was returned to his owner."
Leaving behind those words Ron headed inside, while the old Witch was visibly trembling, and wanted to scream and shout when she heard his words.
"* Why did he have to bring up the most shameful moment of my life!? Don't tell me he knew... No that shouldn't be the case, Animagi aren't a well known subject this day in age. How I'd like to make him and everyone else forget that day...*"
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The Headmaster's Office was a large and beautiful circular room, full of weird and unique Magical Artefacts. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames.
There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, which seat was currently empty. Ron stood in front of the entrance waiting for the Legendary White Wizard.
What caught his eye was a golden stand off to the side of the room, which a certain crimson bird perched itself on.
" I see you've arrived, I do apologise for making you wait. Please have a seat."
A loud but warm voice slowly floated around the room, encasing the entire area. Ron raised his head to see the World's strongest Wizard, Albus Dumbledore. As he did so, he made sure to avoid the man's eyes, and never stopped smiling.
" Headmaster, you called for me?"
" Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you, and I think it's about time we have a proper conversation."
"* So you wanted to judge me for yourself... Crafty old fox.*"
