Part II: A Fan Fiction on the Tales of King Weasley and the Brightest Witch

HARRY POTTER

and the

Chamber of Secrets

Prologue

The story of Harry Potter is known to all of us but through this series of articles I am about to tell the tales of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The articles are based on the book series and as suggestion I would like you to READ this fan fiction ALONG WITH CHAMBER OF SECRETS BOOK.

This is part two of the series of Tales of King Weasley and the Brightest Witch. If you have not read the previous part yet please go through it.

Hope I am able to do justice to the characters from the books as has been created by J. K. Rowling. With these articles, I would try to connect the dots which has been beautifully placed by her throughout the seven books with regard to the relationship between Ron and Hermione. If I have made any mistakes regarding the characters I would be glad to receive your feedbacks in the comments section down below.

Before proceeding any further, I would like to state that if you have not yet read the books or watched the movies on Harry Potter, please take your time to read or watch them first as there are going to be possible SPOILERS AHEAD.

CHAPTER ONE

The Worst Birthday

The day before Harry’s 12th birthday was quite pleasant in Hearthgate. Hermione had already finished off all her summer homework and was sitting in the living room talking to her parents about her first year at Hogwarts.

“It is unbelievable how brave Ron was when he faced the transfigured chess men,” said Hermione excitedly. “Did I say he is a brilliant chess player and it is not the kind of chess we see, you know, the figures in the chess board actually move,” she looked at her parents.

“and the Quidditch match, I was so sure that would be one of those ruthless games of sports where people hurt each other but Ron was right, it is the world’s greatest game of sports. It is a marvellous sport filled with excitement and enthusiasm. You should have been there, when Harry caught the Snitch for the first time- the flying Golden Ball, of course, everyone of us shouted at the top of our voice. Harry is the youngest Seeker of Hogwarts in a century.”

Even though Mr. and Mrs Granger heard the story trice over this summer by now, they listened to her as if she was telling it for the first time. Every now and then they looked at each other with a smirk and kept nodding with awe. (Occasionally adding “Really?”, “That's amazing!”, “and then what happened?”)

Hermione kept on narrating her first year story to her parents enthusiastically.

BANG-

All three Grangers quickly looked at the place from where the sound came. They saw an owl had hit the window frame and slid down on the garden outside.

“Oh my-” said Mrs. Granger sympathetically looking at the spot.

Hermione quickly ran outside towards the owl. He was clutching a folded parchment. She picked him up and took out the letter. She placed the old owl on the centre table of the living room and sat on the sofa.

“Whose is this owl from?” asked Mrs. Granger looking concerned at the owl.

Hermione shrugged and started to read by opening the letter.

“Dear Hermione,

Hope Errol has reached to you safe. He is our old owl." She looked at the owl compassionately. "How was your summer till now. I had a great time. It was one great year though I don’t know if we can top that this year. Anyways, like I said last day of school Harry and you are always welcome at our home. I have already told everything about you and Harry to everyone. So much, that Fred and George gave me Gothen’s Muting Chewing Gum. I can never get the difference between those and Odense Sweet Gums.” Hermione read the words with a grin. “So, will you join us over the summer at the Burrow? I have also invited Harry to come over here.”

“Can I Mum? Dad?” she asked looking at her parents. As during summer they were visiting her long lost Aunt Helen (or as her mother said “better had been lost completely”) and just hoped rather to see them instead of her. She was about to read it further but Mr. Granger said assuring her with a smirk “Maybe next year you can visit them, dear.” She carried on looking with a fake smile.

”His birthday is tomorrow have you thought of any gifts for him? I couldn’t think of anything so I am going to send him my favourite chocolate frogs to him."

"Oh No! I was going to give him chocolate frogs.” she groan, "I think then I'll have give him the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Hope he likes them." she murmured.

"Mum is also baking a cake for him. Hope to see you at the Burrow soon.

Bye - Ron”

“He seems to be a sweet boy,” said Mrs. Granger.

“Yeah, very nice of him to invite you over the summer.” said Mr. Granger. “You should write back and say sorry for your absence.”

“Yes, I would but hope he does not feel bad though” said Hermione sadly. She remembered how he got disappointed when she tried to say no for the quidditch game. But she quickly thought “Harry would obviously not miss his invitation.”

With this thought she assured herself and went upstairs. But she thought of replying him after she had made sure Harry was really going to visit.

She took out parchment, ink and quill and started scribbling letter for Harry.

“Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday!

Have you received the letter from Ron inviting you to the Burrow. I might not be able to go so can you please not say no to him. You know how quickly he gets upset. Hope your aunt and uncle are nice to you. Have a great birthday.

Love from

Hermione”

She folded the parchment, neatly tied the Bertie Botts Chocolate Box with a ribbon and came downstairs. She looked at Errol thoughtfully "I can't send him. He is too weak to deliver this letter. I think we need to go to the Owlery at our nearby post office." she said to her parents.

"But dear we don't have any Owlery in the post office. I go there all the time,” said Mrs. Granger.

“Mum, it would not appear to a muggle,” she said

“OK then I'll take you to the post office,"

Hermione quickly got dressed and went to the Muggle post office with her mother. The post office was unusually hassle-free. People in the booths were busy with there official works. On the right hand side corner of the room, Hermione saw a wooden door on which was a crevice resembling an owl.

“There—that’s where we need to go,” said Hermione pointing at the door.

She almost pulled her mother towards the door and pushed it open. The door led to an old storeroom. It was so small that they had to squeeze themselves into the room. (“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Mrs. Granger.) She closed the door with difficulty.

But just as Hermione entered the room, bright blue glowing water started dripping from the ceiling across the wall on either side of the door. The water gave a bit of light which was lacking in the dark room. Hermione could now see a door knocker attached to the wall in front of the door through which they entered. Hermione looked at her mother who stared at the sight with an astonishment.

It was lucky as Hermione had just finished reading Muggles in our Daily Life by Isabella Thompson which included information on various portals to the wizarding world.

She reached for the knocker with difficulty and knocked it thrice. As soon as the door knocker hit the wall third time, the wall teared open and a room appeared in front of them.

Inside the room hundreds of owls sat on shelves. Few witches and wizards were sending letters to their near and dear ones.

She went to the shelve marked as local delivery and chose one owl. Hermione put three knuts in the pouch attached to the leg of the owl and handed her letter. The owl clutched the letter, opened its wings and the whooshed away in an instant.

CHAPTER TWO

Dobby’s Warning

Ron was eagerly waiting for his friends reply for three days. But slowly as the third day was coming to an end he started to think his friends clearly don’t care enough to even reply him back. Three days had passed since he wrote them letters but none of them replied back.

“I can’t believe it.” snarled Ron sitting at the dinner table. “I can forgive, Hermione. After all its Errol she has to depend on. Probably must have died half way through his journey back home. That pathetic owl. But Harry? How could he not write me one letter when he has Hedwig?”

The twins looked at each other.

“He must have some reason. Don’t get angry on him.” said Mrs. Weasley.

After finishing of his dinner he dashed to his room still angry on his friends. He sat on his bed and took out his miniature Ethan Hunter, the Chudley Cannon Seeker and released him in the air. His eyes followed as the miniature Ethan Hunter swished from right to left and left to right on his miniature broom. He was getting drowsy. His eyes was getting heavier. Just for a second he closed his eyes.

BANG

Ron quickly opened his eyes. To none of his surprise, Errol had crashed on the wall and was lying on the floor. He slowly shook his head but realised that it means at least one of his friends finally replied.

He jumped out of the bed to him and snatched out the parchment clutched in the claw of the owl and started to read.

“Dear Ron,

Sorry, I would not be able to come to your home this summer. We have been invited over to my aunt’s.

Have you got any replies from Harry this summer. I wrote to him on his birthday but I think he did not receive it. I am getting a little bit worried now. Please inform me as soon as you get any replies from him.

Love from

Hermione”

The letter from Hermione gave more stress than relief. Harry has not written to Hermione as well. Did the Muggles do something to him?

He lied down on his bed thinking what might have happened to Harry.

In the morning he woke up very early. This was unusual for him as he was always the last of the Weasley’s to get up.

“Mum, Harry has not even replied to Hermione as well. Errol just delivered her letter last night.”

“What?” said Fred and George who came down from their room “You got up this early or are we that late?” said George.

“For a moment, I thought you really cared.” sneered Ron.

During breakfast Ron kept on insisting how grave the situation was.

“Harry has not wrote to any one over the summer. Don't you all see.“

"Of course, Ron, but that does not mean the Muggles have done something to him.” said Mr. Weasley with a grin.

After Mr. Weasley went to work and Mrs. Weasley was busy doing the dishes. Fred pulled Ron outside the door. George was standing with a smirk on his face.

“Wha-” Ron cried but could not finish as Fred's big hand clutched his mouth.

“Do you want to meet Harry tonight.” said Fred excitedly removing his hand from Ron’s mouth.

“Like in my dreams?" Ron sneered "No thanks."

“No you git. We have a plan.” said George. “We will take dad’s enchanted car to his home and see what he is up to. If he is in trouble we can get him out,”

“-or we will bring him here anyway.” added Fred with a grin.

“and what if Mum knows?” said Ron.

“She wouldn’t if we don’t say,” said Fred. “Think how happy she will be to see him.”

“OK. Tonight then. We will go to Privet Drive” said Ron with a grin.

Ron walked inside the house with his brothers. He walked up to his room thinking how to inform Hermione without getting her more worried.

He took out a piece of parchment and sat on his bed. Dipped his quill in ink and started to write.

“Dear Hermione,

Harry has not replied to my letter as well. I even discussed this with my parents. Fred and George has a plan to get to him.

I am going to his house along with them to see how he is and if we can we will bring him along with us.

Bye – Ron.”

After finishing the letter he neatly folded it and started looking around for Errol. After few minutes he saw Errol was sitting up on top of the wardrobe. He climbed on top of a chair and brought him down. He handed his letter to Errol.

“Don’t die before delivering this letter to Hermione,” said Ron with a concern and released it out his window. He slowly shook his head as it wobbled across the sky to deliver the letter.

CHAPTER FOUR

At Flourish and Blotts

After finishing of the letter from Hermione he dashed to his room. Harry followed him.

“What happened?” said Harry.

“Well, I should inform her that you are safe. She has been worried for days now, probably.” said Ron. He quickly took out parchment, and started writing.

“Dear Hermione,

No need to worry, Harry is with us and all right. No we did not do anything illegal.”

“I don’t get it why would she think I would do anything illegal at all,” said Ron to Harry.

“He was stopped from receiving any letters by a house elf and that is why he could not reply us back. We have a lot to tell you. See you at Diagon Alley.

Bye -Ron”

“That would do for now. We will tell her everything in Diagon Alley. I can’t wait to see her expressions,” Ron said to Harry with a grin.

“Let’s go,” he said to Harry. They went upstairs to Percy’s room. “We need to knock before entering his room,” murmured Ron as Harry was about to open the door.

Ron asked Percy if he could borrow Hermes for a while.

“Why do you need to borrow my owl. Use Errol to send your letter. I need my owl.”

“How many letters are you going to send this summer. Whom are you writing to anyway?"

“None of your business." Percy snarled "Return my owl as fast as possible.”

After facing Percy’s interrogation, Ron and Harry both stood there till he told Hermes to go with Ron. Ron immediately picked up Hermes and dashed out of the room before Percy would change his mind. He put the letter into Hermes’s claws and released him outside.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The Duelling Club

Ron and Hermione were discussing when would they start brewing the potion just as Professor McGonagall came hurrying into the common room.

“Students gather around. There has been another attack. This time it is our boy, Colin Creevey,” she said.

“Oh no.” said Hermione clapping her hand on her mouth.

She was not the only one. At these words the whole common room started gasping and murmuring to each other.

“Please,” said McGonagall on top of the murmuring and there was silence back in the common room again. “I know it is shocking to all of you but there have been some new amendments to the rules effective immediately. From now on students are not allowed to roam around the corridors alone.”

As soon as she went out the portrait hole there was a loud burst of discussions among the students about the current attack.

“We need to start it today. Wait here,” said Hermione. She quickly went upstairs to the girl’s dormitory and put the ingredients for the potion into a cauldron and hurried downstairs.

“Let’s go,” said Hermione.

“Now!” said Ron staring at her holding a cauldron.

“Are you waiting for more attacks or what-“ she snarled.

“No. I was thinking we should wait for Harry.”

“He will understand,” she started pacing towards the portrait hole. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” he hurried up and followed her.

She ran her way towards Moaning Myrtle’s toilet followed by Ron.

“What are we doing here?” asked Ron.

“It is the safest place that I can think of where we can brew the potion without being noticed,” explained Hermione.

“Are you sure Moaning Myrtle would not go behind our back and complain to the Professors?” said Ron

“No. I don’t think so. She is known to keep secrets,” said Hermione. “In here,” she beaconed Ron into a cubicle.

She placed the cauldron and started putting one ingredient at a time into the cauldron as per the instructions in the book. Ron kept looking through the keyhole every now and then to see if anyone was coming.

“Do you think it will work?” he said.

“I don’t know. Hope it does though,” said Hermione looking at the outcome of the mixture. Hermione was about the drop the leeches when they heard footsteps.

“It’s me” said a voice.

They both gasped as the leeches splashed on the potion. Hermione grasped Ron’s hand in shock. Ron looked at Hermione with we-are-dead expression.

“Don’t look at me. Check who it is,” Hermione mouthed the words to Ron and Ron quickly nodded and looked out through the keyhole.

“I can’t see,” whispered Ron.

“Oh! Let me,” Hermione pushed Ron aside and peeked through the keyhole herself. She saw Harry standing on the other side.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dobby’s Reward

Ron closed the door behind and struggled towards the hospital wing with Professor Lockhart.

“Could you please walk straight?” sneered Ron at Lockhart who was going towards every portrait asking them if they want an autograph.

After what seemed like a century he reached to the hospital wing dragging Lockhart by his hand. He guided him to Madam Pomfrey who was giving potion to Colin Creevey.

“Why are you here? No one is allowed to visit the victims yet. They have just been depetrified and they need to have some rest before getting any visitors,” said Madam Pomfrey.

At these words Ron forgot why he was here and quickly looked around to see Hermione. Seeing Hermione all right was like a stone being lifted from his heart. He gazed her without blinking.

“Can you please answer my question?” snarled Madam Pomfrey looking at Ron.

“Er- Yes-” he said coming back to his senses “He was hit by a memory charm,” Ron explained everything to Madam Pomfrey.

“Oh my-! I’ll see what can be done.  It seems rather very tricky. I am not sure if a counter-charm may even cure it. Please let me take care of this situation. You may leave."

Ron started walking towards the door but turned around and asked Madam Pomfrey “Can I talk to Hermione for a minute, please.”

“Why do you all keep doing this, I don’t understand. Sometimes, I feel like I am talking to the wall,” she murmured. “OK, but only a minute,” she firmly stated.

Ron went to Hermione and sat beside her bed.

“How are you feeling?” he said.

Hermione slowly sat up and looked at Ron with a weak smile.

“So, how did the Basilisk look like? I couldn't even get a glimpse, I was busy with him” he nodded his head towards Professor Lockhart.

“What happened to him?” she looked at Lockhart. "He looks perfectly fine to me."

“He took my wand and guess what- your dear Professor Lockhart tried to erase our memory so that we don’t tell everyone how big of a hero he is. As usual it backfired and well, the rest is history,” he stated with a grin.

“Ron! Don’t say it like that. It must have been bad.”

“What? You are still going to- forget it.” He did not want to have a fight with Hermione at the end of the term. He quickly changed the topic.

“Harry found the sword of Gryffindor. It was in the Sorting Hat." he continued with pride  "- and then we flew up the chamber with the help of Fawkes, Dumbledore’s phoenix. Oh! I almost forgot. We followed spiders into a death trap. We were not far from being chewed alive by Hagrid’s pet but our car saved us. Crazy isn’t it?” he said excitedly.

Hermione gasped and blinked throughout the time. “You both really had few busy days,” she smirked. “I think we have surpassed previous year. What do you say?”

“What?”

“You said in your letter this summer. Remember? That we would not be able to top our first year’s experience. ”

“Oh! Right,” Ron smiled nodding his head slowly.

“Did you find my note about the Basilisk?”

“Note- what note? Didn’t you know? We were born with the knowledge of Basilisk being the monster in the chamber?” he said with a teasing smile. “Of course, we found the note. Though, it was Harry who solved it.”

“Is your minute over Mr. Weasley?” said a voice. Ron quickly looked around. It was Madam Pomfrey who was glaring at him. “It’s almost been ten minutes now. Leave and let her get some rest before the feast.”

“I am fine, Madam Pomfrey. Can I go too, please,” said Hermione in a weak tone.

“You can leave, when I say you are fit to leave. You, Mr. Weasley, please leave the hospital wing immediately before other people follow you inside here,” she stated firmly.

“Bye, see you at the feast,” said Ron waving at Hermione and left the hospital wing.

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Their story continues in Part III of Tales of King Weasley and the Brightest Witch with the adventures in HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF ASKABAN.