Shweta's+Piece!!!--Possessed+Chocolate

“Happy Birthday, Ron!” a first-year wizard from Hogwarts hollered over the crowd that was forming around Ronald Weasley. “Ummm, yeah, but I’m going to bed. Thanks for the gifts everyone!” With that, Ron quickly escaped from the crowd, ducking under witches and wizards who were big fans of him. Ever since he helped Gryffindor win the Quidditch cup, Ron was always surrounded by eager students and never got the chance to spend time with his best friends- Harry and Hermione. But as he was heading for the common room to meet with his friends, he heard footsteps chasing after him. “Wait up, Weasley! I have something for you!” called a familiar, nasty voice. Ron spun around. It was Draco Malfoy- the wizard who despised Harry Potter- and he was carrying a small, blue box with a shiny, yellow bow on top. “Here,” he said as he shoved the present into Ron’s arms, “Have a very happy birthday. I hope your ‘dreams’ come true.” With that, Draco flashed a wicked smile and fled off. Ron’s jaw practically dropped to the ground. Had Draco actually given him a birthday present? After a moment of silence, he dashed to the common room with the present in his hands. “It’s about time,” Harry teased with a smile when Ron entered the common room. “Sorry I’m late. You won’t believe what just happened. Guess who gave me this?” whispered Ron, holding out the gift for Harry and Hermione to see. “It’s from Malfoy! He personally handed it to me in the hallway. I can’t believe I got another present!” The two friends started at Ron with worried eyes. Finally Hermione spoke, “I wouldn’t open it if I were you. Malfoy could have put a curse on it.” “Oh, that’s just rubbish. Professor Dumbledore put a counter curse in the school, remember?” exclaimed Ron. With a flick of his wand, he unwrapped his gift revealing a box of chocolate frogs. “Wow! I love chocolate frogs! I told you it wasn’t a curse, Hermione,” Ron announced. He grabbed the biggest chocolate in the box and popped it into his mouth. “Ron, that might be a bad idea. What if—” Harry began to say, but it was too late. Ron had already swallowed the chocolate frog and was chewing his second. “You are an idiot!” Hermione shouted. “What Harry was about to say was that Malfoy could have //easily// poisoned those chocolates.” “Oh, stop worrying all the time, Hermione. I’m fine, okay? Well, I’m really tired after listening to everyone in Hogwarts wishing me a happy birthday. I’m going to bed. G’night mates.” After an interminable yawn, Ron slowly shuffled off to his bed. However, before he exited the common room, he heard Hermione whispering to Harry. “Don’t just sit here, Harry! Go! What if something happens to Ron? Keep an eye on him… please?” Hermione threw in to live up to her reputation of politeness. Harry sighed. “Okay, Hermione. See you in Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow.” Ron wasn’t in the mood to talk to Harry; he didn’t want to meet his gaze in case Harry started interrogating him about how he was feeling. However, it was strange how Ron was becoming more tired by the minute, as if he had taken a sleeping potion. Shrugging off the worrisome thoughts, Ron finally climbed into bed, not bothering to change out of his robes, and fell fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
 * __ Possessed Chocolate __**

Ron knew something was wrong the second he fell asleep. In fact, he wasn’t exactly sure if he //was// asleep. Instead of the scenery of bunk-beds and windows, it was replaced by miles upon miles of peach-colored sand glistening in the scorching sun. There was not one little breeze that ruffled Ron’s flaming red hair, and it was definitely more than a hundred degrees. Ron lifted himself off the ground and took in the sight. “Where am I?” he croaked, talking to himself. The he remembered Malfoy’s words when he had given Ron the gift: “I hope your ‘dreams’ come true.” “Malfoy! Hermione and Harry were right! That scoundrel //did// put something in those chocolate frogs. Now I’m lost and I don’t even know whether or not this is just a dream!” Ron shrieked. Not knowing what to do, he headed north (or what he thought was north), hoping to find someone that could help him. After two hours of mindless walking, Ron finally spotted something besides the sand. It was in the shape of a triangle that jutted out of the dunes. Curiosity washed over Ron, who practically sprinted towards it. When he was approximately half a mile away, Ron realized that he has seen the object in a book once and he gasped. “Blimey! It’s a pyramid! Why, I must be in Egypt!” Sure enough, when he reached the object, the pyramid, covered in shiny limestone towered over him. The surface was cool and slippery against Ron’s hand, which rubbed away all traces of itchy sand. Bending his neck all the way back, Ron spotted the golden tip sparkling like a star in the sun. Not only was he in Egypt, he was in //ancient// Egypt since the limestone would be stolen later on in history to be used in Cairo. A few meters away from the pyramids, there was a muster of men pushing a large boulder. They all had on what seemed to be a long t-shirt that reached their knees. Ron inferred that the clothing used to be white, but it was so worn out it looked more like beige. As he scanned down to their feet, he was aghast to see that none of them wore shoes. His Gryffindor bravery pushed him forward to the tan-colored men. Ron cleared his throat, “Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you happen to know anyone who could take me to London? You see, I was at Hogwarts and all of a sudden this boy named Draco Malfoy gave me a box of…” Ron stopped talking. Apparently, the man didn’t speak English because he stared at Ron with wide eyes as if he was speaking Gibberish. Then, through the flock of men, a man with a thick beard stepped out. “They don’t speak English. They only speak Arabic. My name is Osiris by the way,” he articulated in a heavy and unfamiliar accent. “Hi. My name is Ron,” Ron said shyly. “Pleased to me you, Ron. I heard you need to get to London and I just wanted to tell you that that is basically impossible. London is probably a thousand miles away from here.” “What?! But…but…I need to get home. My mum and dad are probably worrying about me! What am I going to do in the middle of this desert?” whimpered Ron. Osiris laughed. “Well, the only way out of here is if you have some kind of magical powers.” He laughed again. Ron smacked his forehead with his palm. “Of course! I can use my wand. Silly me, I didn’t even think of that.” Instinctively, Ron groped through his pocket in his robes but it was empty. “Uh oh. I can’t find it. I know I put it in here somewhere…” SNAP! Ron swerved around. There, in the man’s hands, the man that Ron had tried to talk to before, was his wand split right down the middle. Ron’s eyes stung. “You broke my wand.” “Your what?” Osiris questioned. “My wand! I am a wizard. But who cares right now? That wand cost my family a fortune and that guy just broke it,” fumed Ron. “Ron, I truly am sorry. Amun thought it was just a stick. He didn’t know,” Osiris explained, translating the words the man spoke to Ron. “Ugh. Who are you people anyways?” Ron asked. “We are slaves,” Osiris clarified, “and we have all been forced to work in the mines and build sculptures for the pharaoh just like the pyramid you see there,” pointing to the pyramid. Abashed, Ron’s cheeks turned red. “Oh, I had no idea. I read about Egypt and the slaves, but I never knew it was all true,” he explained while fiddling with his fingers. Osiris froze in his place. “Books? You know how to read?” Ron nodded and there was a brief pause. After a while Osiris spoke again, “Wow. I’ve never met someone who know how to read besides the—” All of a sudden Osiris’s fight became a sight of horror. “Quick, hide behind the boulder! And whatever you do, //do not say a word//.” Confused, Ron dove behind the massive rock as a figure approached. He had what seemed to be a golden crown on his head with a priceless ring on each of his fingers. Ron got a glimpse of the man’s feet, which were wrapped in silky sandals with signs of scorpion legs. His eyes were outlined in black eyeliner, probably used to help deflect the glare from the sunlight. He had a stern look on his face while he spoke in Egyptian to the slaves. To Ron’s great horror, the man took out his whip and beat the men, leaving marks on their arms and backs. Finally, the man left, leaving the slaves rubbing their backs. Ron stumbled out from his hiding place. “Blimey! Are you alright?” he squeaked. “Yes, we’re okay. The pharaoh noticed we weren’t working and punished us,” Osiris murmured. “Before I get back to work, I am going to ask you to run to our small hut and stay there. Wait for us in the hut and, again, don’t let //anyone// see you. So you understand?” Ron gulped, “Yes, sir.” After Osiris gave him directions to the hut, Ron dashed through the sand while trying to avoid the irritating sand getting into his old, flimsy shoes. Every time he saw someone, he would throw himself onto the ground and crawl on his hands and knees. Finally, Ron made it to the hut which smelled terrible and looked like a pile of mud. He quickly made himself comfortable in a corner that was too dark for anyone to see and nibbled on a stale cracker that he found in a pocket of his robes. They day passed by very slowly. Ron had watched the sun in the sky set all the way, leaving stars in the sky. At last, Osiris and his friends came into the hut with droopy eyes. “Osiris, you’re finally here! Did you by any chance bring some food for me?” Ron asked hopefully. “No. I am sorry, Ron. We only get one frugal meal a day and I get very hungry from the hard labor,” Osiris explained. With an unsatisfied stomach, Ron fell asleep on the floor with the rest of Osiris’s friends. Sunshine lit up the sky and awakened Ron from his slumber. Ron became anxious when he realized that the hut was empty, so he got up and sneaked to the place where he had seen Osiris the day before. There they were pushing an even larger boulder than the one they had pushed yesterday. When Amun heard him approach, he looked up with a smile on his face. The man faced Ron with a restored wand in his hands. Ron’s jaw dropped. “How in the world did you fix my wand?” Osiris translated for Amun again. “Amun fixed it last night. He is very good with his hands.” Too shocked to ask Amun how he has fixed it, Ron gingerly held the wand in his hands and smiled. “Blimey, thanks.” However, no one responded. They were all staring at the pharaoh along with four of his men quickly approaching them. They knew that the pharaoh had seen Ron. “Ron, you must leave now. They will make you one of us and take away all of your possessions, including your wand,” Osiris urged. “Um, okay, but I wish I could do something for you all,” Ron exclaimed while staring at the boulder. “Hey, maybe I can! //Wingardium Leviosa//!” At that moment, the rock lifted itself into the air. With his wand, Ron moved it to where the pyramids were, which was where Osiris and his friends were supposed to haul it. “Thank you, Ron,” Osiris half-whispered. “Good bye. We will miss you.” Ron smiled, “I’ll miss you guys too.” With his final adieu, he flicked his wand, muttered a spell, and vanished from Egypt just as the pharaoh and his men approached.

Ron lay in his soft, comfy bed with a fluffy pillow supporting his head. “Ron! Are you okay? What happened to you? Where have you been? Why did you disappear?” Hermione blurted, bombarding him with questions. Close by his side, Harry bolted out of his chair and hurtled out of the room to tell everyone that Ron came back. “Oh, Hermione! Aren’t I glad to see you!” Ron cried happily. “But before I tell you what happened, remind me later to shove a chocolate frog into Malfoy’s mouth!”