Chapter 99: Therapy (1/2)
”I've got them counted, Hagrid,” said Charlie sternly. Then he said, ”How's Harry?”
”Fine,” said Hagrid. He was still gazing at the eggs.
”Just hope he's still fine after he's faced this lot,” said Charlie grimly, looking out over the dragons' enclosure. ”I didn't dare tell Mum what he's got to do for the first task; she's already having kittens about him. …” Charlie imitated his mother's anxious voice. ”How could they let him enter that tournament, he's much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit!' She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. 'He still cries about his parents! Oh bless him, I never knew!”
'Oh Mrs Weasley.' Chris sighed.
”Ye'h tha' poor boy.” Hagrid said still eyes at Dragons.
Chris looked at the close on, the Hungarian Horntail. Slowly the Horntail opened her eyes a little. Chris instantly understood that the Dragon was tired. She was feeling helpless, she just wanted to protect her children in eggs but no one was feeling that.
'I'm sorry.' Chris said in her mind. 'You're also facing challenges and here I'm thinking how to save my friends. I'm sorry.'
She looked at the other Dragons and felt the same thing, all of them were tired and worried.
'Trust me if I could, then I would've helped you but...' Chris sighed.
Now the Horntail eye's were pleading for help, Chris couldn't bear it anymore. Knowing she can't do anything, Chris turned and began to walk away, back to the castle, thinking about the Dragons' pleading eyes and their screams.
She almost came face-to-face with Karkaroff, who was standing in the dark, figuring out a way to pass the Dragons(obviously). Very slowly and very carefully, Chris moved away from him, then without making too much noise, she hurried through the darkness back toward Hogwarts.
Chris reached the castle, slipped in through the front doors, and began to climb the marble stairs, thinking how she will tell Harry about this.
”Balderdash!” She gasped at the Fat Lady, who was snoozing in her frame in front of the portrait hole.
”If you say so,” she muttered sleepily, without opening her eyes, and the picture swung forward to admit her. Chris climbed inside. The common room was deserted, and, the room was in semidarkness; the flames were the only source of light. Chris pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and sank into an armchair.
”So he gave you his invisibility cloak, Huh? That's impressive.” Said a voice from the corner of the room.
Chris spun around to see Ron sitting on chair, at a dark corner.
”What're you doing here Ron?” Chris asked without hesitating; honestly what Ron thinks it doesn't matter to her.
”I'm not a fool, Chris. I understood why Harry put his name but didn't inform me.” Ron gave a weak laugh. ”It was you.”
”Ron, what're talking about?” Chris said, feeling irritated.
”Oh you don't know?” Ron said coldly. ”Then let me clear that up for you, I'm saying you're the one who put his name in that Goblet of Fire.”
”Ron, where are you going with this?” Chris asked raising her eyebrows.
”You know Chris, I'm really curious, how you pull that off;” ignoring her question Ron continued. ”First, you convinced Harry that I'm no good friend for a Hero like him and then you made him the Hogwarts Champion, and also made him popular as much as possible. But, trust me, with your intelligence and power I'm not even very surprised.”
”Ron stop there or you'll regret it.” Chris said getting up from her armchair.
”Oh I'm regretting it Chris. I'm regretting the moment I thought the famous Harry Potter can be my best friend.” said Ron nastly. ”But he chose a girl over his friend. Now when I think about it, I feel you became friends with my sister for Harry.”
That was it, he crossed the line and soon his face was greeted by a punch.
”Ouuu.”
”Silencio.”
Another punch on his face.
”You have to say things now, don't you?”
Another punch on his stomach.
”When I'm so upset for those Dragons.”
Another kick on his leg. He scrambled on the floor.
”When I was figuring out a way for Harry.”
Another kick on his leg.
”When I'm trying to save your best friend's life.”
Another punch on his face.
”You had to jump in.”
Another punch on his arm.
”And make me mad.”
Another punch.
”Why're you stupid Ron?”
Another kick.
”When God was giving brains to all, where were you that time Ron?”
Another kick. Soon Ron wasn't trying to protect himself from the punches and kicks.
”You're...”