How Could You?

Howdy once again! It’s been some time sin wro wrote another chapter to my story. I hope y’all like it. It is 10:26pm and I’m hype on caffeine and computer. Enough about my wonderful life lets get this started! Oh and before we get this started, thank you all for rating this story. I didn’t get any reviews ~tear~ but just happy getting so many rates!! I love you all, really.
Daphne: *puts down mirror* what?
Fred: *clears throat* you are suppose to speak first. ~whisper~
Daphne: Do it yourself, don’t you…people are reading…oohh *tosses hair* Hello, once again she doesn’t own the exciting wonders of J.K’s stuff but uses it for her pleasure.
Fred: Yeah sue, you won’t get nothing. Honestly she’s poor, only has a Scooby Plushie and Pepsi.
Me: Alright, alright! I’m not THAT poor, anyways on with this chapter. (Said once again.)
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How Could You: What the Hell?
“Ron, really could you stop talking about how beautiful ‘Mione is! It’s really sicking after all she is like a sister to me.” Harry rolled his and and deeply sighed trying his best to study for the Potions test that was coming up. He didn’t mind Ron talking about ‘Mione but sometimes you just must let it go!
“I’m sorry Harry. It’s just that I’m noticing how she is starting to…how would we say it…blow-up in certain places.” Ron eyes got big and a stupid grin plastered his face. Harry shook his head and slammed his hands on the book.
“That’s it! Enough, you went too far. Since were on the subject of girls. Ginny really is starting to blow-up in a couple of places. Especially her ass is just out there.” Ron eyes stopped the glowing and glared at Harry. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. Nooooobody talked about his sister like that. Even if Harry was his best friend.
“Harry…” Ron tried his best to keep his cool but Harry kept going. His smile was slowly twitching upon his face.
“Don’t even me sme started on those nice round bre…” Harry rubbed his hands together as if ready to reach out and touch them.
“HARRY! Okay, I get it. It WON’T happen again. At least, no time soon.” Ron smirked.
“Yeah, lets not. Now you sew itw it feels to be talked to about your sister like that.” Harry sighed with victory and looked down at the Potions book again. It was no use, he wasn’t even focusing, he couldn’t not with Ron sitting right there. Tell you the truth, Ron were a distraction, no matter how you put it. Hermione was the BEST person to study with. She was too good. She handled Ron when she had to.
Harry breathed in and looked out the window. They were upstairs in there dormitories studying. Sometimes they did that so they wouldn’t be distracted ~the irony out of that~ and they knew they couldn’t keep quiet. Ron decided to read some of the book he was trying to study but he just kept turning pages. Just for an effect and to tell Hermione that he did open a book. She rarely asked if you read it. Ron mentally grinned and scanned more.
Something moves, right in front of Harry’s eyes. He looked to Ron, who seemed to be studying and knew he didn’t see it. He looked back out the window and strained his eyes to see if he was imagining things. He cocked his head to the side and he saw more. It actually coming into view. Clothing, hair, he wondered was it something from the stories the elders told them when they came to visit or when a class was in session.
It was something about a girl, who had a terrible fate. She died two or three days before Christmas. It was a nightmare for anyone. Her brother, mother, and two sisters all murdered by one single person, her. After she figured what she did, she killed herself too. Couldn’t bare it. The girl was supposed to be a follower by the person that started the terror in the Wizarding World. But hey, that was story to keep them in line, a moral story. At least that was what Harry hoped.
Harry stood and walked to the window to see more. As he did so, more came into view. Height, weight, and features. It was a girl, but she couldn’t be her. She seemed too hato bto be the girl that killed family members and her. Ron looked up and saw that Harry was looking out the window at something, hard. He shifted his eyes to the spot Harry stared at and didn’t see anything. ~Please don’t let it be something that could take us on adventure again…Then again I could save Hermione and I could be her knight and shinny armor! Boy that sounded cheesy. ~
Ron thoughts went on and on and his smile got bigger and bigger. Harry looked at Ron and thought ~hopeless~ and went back to the girl down by the lake. She turned toward him completely and began to drift toward him, her hands coming out by her sides. Harry started to back away from the window as she came closer.
Ron snapped out of his fantasies and rose and eyebrow up at Harry.
“Harry man, what’s up w/ you?” Ron stood and walked toward him. Harry kept stepping back seeing her come closer.
“Ron move.” Harry whispered slightly. Ron shook his head and looked at Harry strangely.
“Come again Harry?” Ron stopped and crossed his arms.
“Move Ron!” Harry slightly screamed and saw the girl disappear. He looked around the room and wondered where she went. Harry looked out the window pass Ron not paying any attention to him.
“Hello Harry.” Ron spoke in a soft but cold voice. He could feel it on his skin, raising hairs on the back of his neck.
“Ron?” Harry question, that never happened when he spoke to Ron before. Ron cocked his head and smiled sweetly.
“No, it’s not really. I own him now, at least for the time I have.” Harry blinked his eyes several time. WTF!? He thought about running but leaving Ron there would be wrong.
“What the fuck do you want?” Harry shouted. How in the world could she do that? No Hogwarts ghost or any ghost that he knew could take over a human body.
“Such words Harry. You should watch them. Don’t say shit and I’ll be over quick as I can. Your friend doesn’t have long. He’s slipping as we speak.” Harry rolled his eyes and began to easily reach for his wand, hoping she didn’t see him. She snorted and shook her head.
“I’m not going to harm you Harry. Listen, you have to help me. I need revenge on something. You are the only person that can help me right now.” Harry pulled some of his hair behind his ear and scratches his head slightly.
“Why the hell would I help you?” Harry was getting angry! How in the fuck did she have the right to take over his best friend’s body, scare the fuck out of him, and then ask to help him? The nerve!
“Sometimes you have to go on a limb and trust some people, even if I am a ---” Ron breathed in and began to shake wildly. He screamed in pain and fell on the floor as the girl left his body.
She stood there in front of him; she seemed real, but dead at the same time. Was that possible? Harry looked at her wondering why she was smirking. ~Damn, that felt good. ~ She thought and began to float pass Harry, whispering ~Too hell with you! ~ She surged through his body making it painful. When she felt drained she flew from his body, and stood there and he dropped to the floor, both of them looking dead.
“Fuck! He is soo going to kill me!”
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Did you like it? That pretty much was Harry’s Pov there. Well, rate and please review, give me ideas and anything else. If you don’t understand something, tell me. I’m open to all ideas believe me. Well the next chapter will mostly be Ashley’s Pov (the girl). Next Chapter: How Could You?: This isn’t working!