Chapter 14

                                    

                                          
          
                          
Ron's stony face seems to contrast with the fiery ball of light that is shining ever so brightly. "How' does ickle Ronikins feel about his first Quidditch practice?" George winked. "Ready to show us up, prefect?" Fred joked. I rolled my eyes, "Come on you two, let's get the balls." I dragged them to the storage room. "Alright, team." Angelina said, as we huddled into a circle, "There will be a couple people watching today, don't mind them." I looked around and spotted the Slytherins watching us, each of them has a malicious grin on their faces. We started passing the Quaffle to warm up, Angelina passed to Harry, Harry passed to me, I passed to Fred, and he passed to Ron...who accidentally dropped it. Roars of laughter echoed the field, Ron's face turned redder and redder each second. I swear if those bastards don't stop, I'm going to slap off those stupid smirks off their face with my broomstick. "Keep it going, Ron." Angelina said casually.
                          
"Potter! How's your scar doing?"
                          
"Hey Weasley, what would you cast a flying spell on that old log?"
                          
"Wanna get down with me like your mother did to every man she sees, Castillo?"
                          
I turned my head around sharply, "You say that again I'll shove my broom up that fat nostrils of yours until they bleed, Goyle." I spat. "Make sure to count me in." Fred chimed in. "Aren't you supposed to have her stay away from trouble? What kind of boyfriend are you?" Katie questioned. Fred grinned, "One of a kind."
                          
To be straight up, practice was lousy. Katie accidentally swallowed a Blood Blisterpod from Fred and George. Ron was so affected by those snarky comments from the Slytherins, he couldn't even focus. Angelina in the end was in a mixed state of anger and disappointment.
                          
I snuggled up in the arm chair near the fire place while writing my charms essay. An own dropped a letter down to the table. "That's Percy's owl!" Ron exclaimed, few seconds later he let out a scowl after scanning the letter and thrusted into Hermione's hand as Harry and I leaned in to read it.
                          
Dear Ron,
                          
Firstly, let me congratulate you being selected as prefect this year. As your brother, I couldn't be any prouder and I must admit – surprised, for I always think you would end up like Fred and George instead of following my footsteps. I have more than congratulation for you in this letter, I have advice. I heard this from the great Minster himself that you are still seeing Harry Potter and Alvina Castillo. Listen to me, Ron, I know the words that have been going around about these two, and they are not good. Associating yourself with them is not going to do you any good in the future. You might think Dumbledore is right, but it is no doubt that his regime in Hogwarts will be over soon. (Read the Daily Prophet tomorrow!) If you have trouble breaking off contacts with them, which is no surprise since I heard they are very violent and will certainly throw a huge fit; feel free to tell Dolores Umbridge, a delightful woman who I'm very aware that is now teaching in Hogwarts. She will be more than happy to advise you! I apologize for not seeing you enough during summer, but I have to do what's best for me. I suggest you do the same as well.
                          
Yours truly,
                          
Percy
                          
"Well, if you want to break it off with us; we're not going to throw a huge fit." I tried to make a joke out of it, though it still hurts me to know what Percy thinks of me and Harry. I've known Percy for four years; Fred, George and I pranked him multiple times for fun, he even helped me study a couple tests before; it just hits me harder that now he, and probably the majority of the population thinks I'm going mad. Ron groaned and snatched the paper out of Hermione's hand then tear it into bits. "He's an idiot." He said simply.
                          
It's now past midnight and we are the only ones in the common room. I rubbed my tiring eyes and laid my head on Harry's shoulder as he jotted down a few more sentences on his parchment. "Harry..." I whispered. "Yea?" he answered in a low voice. "I'm scared..." I trailed off. His eyes softened, "It'll be over soon." But even his voice sounds uncertain. I starred at the fire place; on spur of moment, I swear I saw Sirius's face. Harry jumped and we looked at each other with wide eyes. It seems like I wasn't the only one who saw Sirius's face in the fireplace. "What's up with you two?" Hermione asked after she finished correcting our essays. "I saw Sirius's face in the fireplace." Harry said. "In the fireplace? That's just – Sirius!" Hermione yelped and covered her mouth. There, in the middle of dancing flames, Sirius's messy hair fall around his grinning face. "I've been checking every hour to see if the common room is all clear." He said. "That's too risky, Sirius." Hermione frowned. "You sound like Molly." Sirius continued, "How's everything going in school?" "Terrible," Ron answered, "That Umbridge woman won't even let us use magic at all!" "Ah... we sort of guessed that would happened, the Ministry don't want you guys train in combating." "What?" Hermione shrieked, "Do they think we're going to form an army or some sort." "That's exactly what they think." Sirius. "They're crazy!" I exclaimed. "Fear can drive people doing crazy things, believe me." Sirius said darkly, "On the other hand, I was thinking about disguising into a dog on your next Hogsmeade trip-"No!" Harry shouted without thinking, "That's too risky, I don't want you go back to Azkaban." Sirius's face fell, "You're not as similar as your father like I thought. James would have taken the challenge." He said coolly and with a "pop" he disappeared into the burning flames; leaving the four of us sitting in silence.