Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

A/N: Wooh, okay, sorry for the long wait but I was trying to write a whole bunch of chapters I could put up at the same time in different stories. I have three for the sequel to Dance With Me ready to put up, and another for Points, and then this one! It’s good muffins I think, but anyways, here’s the next chapter you’ve been waiting for.

Ron snored loudly and rolled over on his silk sheets. The light from outside was shining in over his face and making it very difficult for him to maintain his sleeping status…which he didn’t like to much because it was too early for him to be waking up.

Half conscious he rolled towards the light source and tossed a pillow at it shouting, “Someone close the bloody curtains! How early is it?” He curled up again but, much to his dismay, no one closed the curtains. In fact, there was no movement in the room at all.

At least until something hit him square on the head and sent him flailing out of bed…

“What the hell was that? Some kinda joke? Well…it’s…not….what the?” Ron gawked at his surroundings. He was in a giant cylinder shaped room with stone walls all the way around, a single giant arched window, and….no doors.

He let out a gurgling sound and ran to the window, searching around to see where he was…had to be Hogwarts still, right?

Wrong.

His face paled considerably at the sight before him. He was several stories up from the ground in a giant freaking tower with no way down. No ladder, no stairs, no fireplace for floo powder, or broomsticks to fly out with. Just a very, very, very long drop with no way down that didn’t involve a ‘ker splat’ somewhere.

He took several steps away from the window and bit his lip nervously. How did this happen? How did this happen? It was then that he caught sight of the most terrifying thing yet…a mirror...

He wasn’t quite sure how he had missed it, but he was in a bright blue night gown and his hair was past his butt…and his feet…and the bed….

He looked across the floor and realized for the first time that his hair was tied in an impossibly long braid that filled half the room…HIS HAIR. Horror struck him for a moment and he looked downward at himself but breathed out when he realized he was still the same in the basement.

Another rock flew in through the window, missing him by inches, “RAPUUUNZEEEEL! THROW DOWN YOUR HAIR YOU STUPID GIRL!”

Ron scrunched his face and took careful steps to the window so he could see down.

At the bottom of the tower was an old wrinkled woman with grayish-white hair pulled back into a large bun on the back of her head. Her nose looked crooked and she was wearing an oversized black dress. More than that, she was bouncing angrily like a little bouncy ball, “RAPUNZEL! THROW DOWN YOUR…”

“NO!” Ron screamed back. There was no way he was tossing his hair down to that old hag…no telling what she was going to do with it.

The little woman seemed to steam, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO? LET ME UP THERE YOU LITTLE…”

“LISTEN YOU OLD HAG, THERE’S NOT WAY DOWN AND NO WAY UP, AND EVEN IF THERE WAS , I STILL WOULDN’T LET YOU UP!” Ron shouted back down to her and ducked just in time to miss a blue bolt aimed right where his head had been. He peaked over the edge again, “MISSED ME!”

The old woman let out a cry of annoyance, “FINE! YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET UP THERE! WRECHED GIRL, YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET THIS!”

Ron looked over one more time at her, "&&&& YOU!"

“Your Highness? Your Highness its time to wake up.” Harry moaned at the pleas for him to get up. It didn’t feel late enough to be waking up yet.

Someone opened a curtain, letting in an obnoxious amount of sunlight, “There we go! The sun is up, Sire! Your father wants to see you.”

Harry opened his eyes at that, “My father? What kind of…oooh...” That was all he could manage. He was not in Hogwarts anymore, any idiot could see that. He was in a gigantic canopy bed in a room that was at least five times his dormitory’s size. There was purple velvet and drapes everywhere…like it was some kind of palace out of a…story…book…oh hell.

He shot up out of his bed and looked at the people around him. A bunch of women in simple gray dresses…like servants or maids he assumed. This didn’t bode well…this didn’t bode well at all.

He threw his feet over the edge of the bed and nearly tripped as he got up, “Gah…erm…okay…uh…where am I?”

One of the maids made a questioning face, “Umm…Your room, Sire.”

Harry gawked at her, “My room?”

“Yes sir.”

“And I’m right when I say this is a castle?”

“Of course sir...”

“Right then.” Harry turned and promptly passed out.

Ron waited until the old woman was gone before he threw a book that had been laying out on a desk in the corner at the mirror. He looked through all the shards of broken glass and took up the biggest one with one of his pillow cases.

Watching out the window carefully to make sure the old witch didn’t come back, he sawed at his braided hair until it fell to the floor and his hair was cropped short and messy. He took one end of the braid and tied it as best he could to one of the legs of his bed.

“Stupid old hag from hell…throw down your hair…pft…” He threw the other end of the braid out the window and watch triumphantly as it unfurled from the floor and flew out the window…until it came to the end that is…then it pulled loose from the bed and fell out the window completely.

“DAMN IT!”

Harry twiddled his thumbs outside the giant doors that apparently led into the throne room. His morning had consisted of other people giving him his bath, other people feeding him, other people dressing him, and then other people telling him what he was going to be doing for the rest of the day…all in all it had sucked royally.

“Great Prince, your father is ready to see you now.” A young man in uniform announced and motioned for him to proceed into the throne room.

Harry stood slowly and walked forward. This whole thing had to do with the potion and Ginny’s book…it had to…somehow…

As he made his way across the marble tile he was breathing heavily…his father…his father…he was going to meet his father….

Miles away from Ron and Harry both, in a titanic thorn covered castle, slumbered a blonde…waiting to be awoken…

A/N: hehehe…so yeah. To be continued, please review and tell me what you think so far.