What Would You Wish For?

The next morning, Ron woke in an excited mood. He couldn’t wait to see if it worked. How would he see classes now? Without the thought that classes were a death sentence maybe he would enjoy…..



“Good morning.” He turned and jumped as the genie stood in the shower behind him.



“Get out of here.” He yelled, making sure his whole body was faced away from her.



In an instant she was sitting on the counter beside the shower. “Sorry,” she giggle, “I didn’t know you were that shy.”



“Have you no shame woman?” He said in mock laughter rinsing off soap.



“Not a bit.” She said, back. “I’ve been around far too long to retain any modesty or shame.”



“Is there anyone out there that’s going to think I’m mental talking to myself in the shower?” He asked, as the water shut off.



“I have a silencing spell round the bathroom. Nobody can hear.” She told him.



He opened the door and stepped out, a towel firmly around his waist. “I didn’t wish for that.”



“Do you think that I am only allowed to use my magic when you wish for it?” She asked. “I did that for my benefit, I don’t like waiting for solitude to talk. This way I can talk to you when I want to.” He nodded and using his wand, cleared the fog from the mirror and shaved.



“So when do I get my wish?” He asked.



‘You have it now, there’s just no new information for you to process. When you make it to your first class you’ll see. Everything will seem clear and you will have a much deeper understanding. You will be able to figure out answers on your own because you will see what the information means more easily.” She assured him.



His towel nearly slipped and he secured it tighter this time, giving her a strange look. She rolled her eyes. “I have seen hundreds of men naked you know, you don’t have to act as if I’ll rape you.”



“Demona, I am merely preserving my virtue.” He said, then continued with dressing and combing his hair.



“You know you still have two wishes left, one can easily take care of that pesky virtue thing.” She suggested wiggling her eyebrows. “Or I could simply hang about in the girls dorms and figure out which ones put out.”



He tossed a towel in her direction but she just vanished and it landed on the counter. When he was dressed, she reappeared. “So have you thought about what else you might want? Not that I‘m pressuring you, of course. But any other dreams?”



She followed him to his bed and watched as he put his shoes on. “Not really. To be honest I don’t really know.” He shouldered his bag and looked at her. “What would you wish for?”



A sad look took over her features, and for a moment Ron regretted asking her. “You had better hurry if you want breakfast before class.” She vanished again and Ron noted the time. He hurried away, making a mental note to ask her if he had done anything wrong later.





His first class was Transfiguration and he noticed a difference immediately. He understood every word Professor McGonagall was saying, and he took notes on what she seemed to be repeating at times.



His notes were detailed, since he knew what to focus on. It didn’t seem like another language and he wrote in a manner that would make it easier for him to follow when he did homework. He still had to practice once or twice in the practical lesson but he knew he would. Knowledge doesn’t give you skill, just the opportunity for skill. But for once he felt confident in his abilities.



He did notice though that Demona wasn’t sitting among the room somewhere and it saddened him. He hoped he didn’t bring any bad memories back.



During Herbology the words and technical terms Professor Sprout used didn’t seem like a jumble. He was able to keep them matched in his mind and understood the root words and origins. His notes were just as detailed, including page numbers that Professor Sprout mentioned.



During lunch, Hermione asked which classes they needed to review her notes in. Harry said he would try and see if he could deal with what he had done, but she may need to clarify a few thoughts for him.



“What about you Ron?” She asked.



“None. I took notes.” He said, continuing to eat.



She chuckled. “I’ll copy them all for you.” She said looking down at her plate.



“You know Hermione, Auror training is something I’m serious about, and I intend to get there without you.” He said, glaring at her.



“With your study habits Ron, get serious for a change.” She threw back.



Harry jumped in, sensing a war was fast building up. “He is. He’s taking his own notes, and not asking for yours. Doesn’t that mean, he’s getting serious?”



Hermione shrugged and continued her lunch. It was obvious that she didn’t believe Ron, or if she did that he would soon enough be asking for her help again. Ron suddenly felt insulted. Harry was trying to be supportive, why couldn’t she? He would have thought she was tired of him always borrowing notes from her. What really irritated him was that she thought he would fail. She thought he didn’t have what it took to be an Auror.



Their next class was potions and Hermione was always helping out in that one, making comments here and there and translating words for them. This time she wouldn’t. Ron intended to prove it to her. He would show her that he did have what it took. With the small bit of help Demona had given him, he would show her that he could do it on his own, without her browbeating or interference.