Ryan was sitting on his knees in what we all know to be as 'husband being punished' position while he was being glared at by 3 furious young ladies.
"so let me get this straight" Daphne started
" yesterday you stole 22 million galleons worth of hidden items from a magical mystery room and a part of some murderous psychopath soul imbued in a lost treasure, had a dinner meeting with a hat and a phoenix the only one in England who you so happened to steal and swindled the sword of gryffindor out of a magical hat to fight a 60 foot long mythological beast that can instantly kill people with its eyes who you've miraculously managed to capture by using some half baked plan you came up with based on a video game and legends and found one of the founders of hogwarts secret room which you didn't check around for his personal area and just went off to sleep without a word to any of us is that right?" Ryan sweatdropped "well when you say it like that it all sounds kind of crazy and stupid." the girls facepalmed. they grounded him from bacon and he was forced to sleep on his own couch (it's my own trunk!?!?) for being an idiot but he accepted it cause he knows they are only worried about him. The next morning with an aching back Ryan and all of the group continued the work out before "Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!" the group looked at Harry in pity.
Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink and gold sky.
"Oliver," Harry croaked. "It's the crack of dawn."
"Exactly," said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a crazed enthusiasm. "It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your broom, and let's go," said Wood heartily. "None of the other teams have started training yet; we're going to be first off the mark this year—"
Yawning and shivering slightly, Harry climbed out of bed and tried to find his Quidditch robes.
"Good man," said Wood. "Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes."
Since they were all up they decided to go together.They had just reached the portrait hole when there was a clatter behind him and Colin Creevey came dashing down the spiral staircase, his camera swinging madly around his neck and something clutched in his hand.
"I heard someone saying your name on the stairs, Harry! Look what I've got here! I've had it developed, I wanted to show you—" Ryan was muttering under his breath about scary yanderes.
Harry looked bemusedly at the photograph Colin was brandishing under his nose.
A moving, black and white Lockhart was tugging hard on an arm Harry recognized as his own. He was pleased to see that his photographic self was putting up a good fight and refusing to be dragged into view. As Harry watched, Lockhart gave up and slumped, panting, against the white edge of the picture.
"Will you sign it?" said Colin eagerly.
"No," said Harry flatly, glancing around to check that the room was really deserted. "Sorry, Colin, I'm in a hurry—Quidditch practice—""Oh, wow! Wait for me! I've never watched a Quidditch game before!"
Colin scrambled through the hole after him.
"It'll be really boring," Harry said quickly, but Colin ignored him, his face shining with excitement.
"You were the youngest House player in a hundred years, weren't you, Harry? Weren't you?" said Colin, trotting alongside him. "You must be brilliant. I've never flown. Is it easy? Is that your own broom? Is that the best one there is?" the group made it way to the stand and watched as the gryffindor practiced before the hufflepuff team showed up with new brooms and malfoy as a seeker apparently you can't Change some things no matter how hard you try and malfoy being a little shit is one of them Ryan could male out bragging and words about his father all the way from the stands and just let it go on because it wasn't worth the time to interrupt the idiot when he could be doing something much better with his time. like looking at clouds or breathing clean air that doesn't smell like hair gel. nothing else happened besides words and name calling between the teams as the group decided to visit Hagrid and see what he was up to. They made off towards his hut seeing Lockhart stalk off from the porch bragging about something he never did and Hagrid looking disgruntled. they had a nice tea time with Ryans rock collection ever increasing he had plans for them. they had a discussion on how anyone could ever hire Lockhart the git and wondered what made Dumbledore hire him when Hagrid said Noone else wanted the job. yeah the curse on the job Ryan didn't know if it was the horcrux or runes hidden somewhere or a cursed item the fanfics had many different theories. but Ryan knew how Lockhart wad going to end a discrete letter to the dmle about him being a fraud with all the written proof. he had his shadows keeping an eye on the man just in case. so far he's only a braggart who loves fame. after some more chatting and cheering up Hagrid he had a bad last year someone stole his dragon egg and fluffy had run off and it was just a bad time for him. Ryan being the good friend that he is helped him cheer up and gave him a monster hunter book and told him they were all real. he was thrilled. They went back to the castle and from that point on days where mostly quiet. he went on some small dates with the girls to the kitchens and around the castle hanging out by the lake occasionally taking it slow but hey we're 12 the hell you want from me. the limits are hand holding cuddling and the occasional cheek kiss. Hermione hasn't been involved yet she seems a bit dense but we're getting there I think she has an aversion to the harem. oh well she'll get over it at some point it's always the bookworms who are the freakiest anyway.
October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud poor sucker. later on that evening Ryan was invited to nearly now headless nicks death day party on Halloween he said sadly he had to reject he had a prior planned date and couldn't make it much to nicks dissapointment. in all honesty it was a total lie but he wanted some of the good feast food not rotten peanuts in mold and weird screeching music. he had however payed peeves the poltergeist in dungbombs stink pellets fart spray and some other really gross things to pester malfoy and Lockhart and promised him 50 mega dungbombs if he could get Lockharts head shaved before the feast peeves agreed. much to his delight Lockhart stopped coming to class only writing down instructions on the board before the class faint sobs could be heard from his room when students passed with words like monk and cueball coming out ocassianally. after Dumbledore threatened him he showed up at the feast wearing a nice Donald Trump wig with a forced smile. it was too much for Ryan as he blew pudding out his nose snorting from laughter and began to choke and laugh at the same time with Harry right next to him covered in chocolate pudding laughing as well he looked riddiculous. well worth the payment to peeves. Luna looked sad at the waste of pudding.