A/N: Okay kiddos, I'm back with another fanfic. Those who read my others
one, have no fear I shall update those soon, with the Rent one, I'm afraid
I've hit a writers "stone wall" (I like that so much better than 'writers
block'). SO I will update my other Harry Potter tonight and work on my
Rent one and hopefully have that up by Tuesday at the latest. Maybe sooner
if this one gets some good reviews (hint hint: wink wink). Okay so a
summary about this one, here I go...
Disclaimer: I own no HP characters, but I have created my own story starring that loveable, Ronnykins.
Ron and Hermione had been dating since, well since forever. Well, maybe not forever, so maybe since their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The two became inseparable, and unlike some couples who begin to bicker and spend their days noticing the annoying "quirks" about each other after a year or so, the two seemed very much in love. Yet this story begins at well, a not so happy time for the two. Ron had celebrated his twenty-first birthday and on that night he finally decided that he was going to do it. He was going to screw up the courage and ask Hermione to marry him. Surprisingly though, Hermione declined. The reasons she gave were not all that substantial but she was firm in her stance. After that the two broke off a relationship surprising the entire England wizarding community. Apparently, Hermione had fallen back in contact with that ever famous Victor Krum, and although she never once cheated on Ron, she believed that the chance may happen. Alright enough about Hermione, this isn't really about her, it's a story about Ron.
After the harsh breakup with Hermione, Ron received some surprising news from the Ministry of Magic. They wanted him to go to America to find the remaining Death Eaters that had run to America and had become somewhat active. Voldermort had been defeated by of course by The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter or now known as, The-Man-Who-Killed-Voldermort, (yes, the Wizarding community now referred to Voldermort by his name, or in case they really wanted to piss off remaining Death Eaters, Tom Marvolo Riddle). Ron accepted immediately, amazed at the fact that this wonderful opportunity had been given to him. Little did he know the surprises that awaited him in America...
Molly Weasley had spent that entire morning trying to talk Ron out of his choice to visit the States. "But Ron," she whined, "it's so far away and I don't think-."
"Mum, please stop. It's only for six months and after that I promise I'll be back here and you will no longer have to worry."
"It's just so difficult seeing you go. I mean Charlie is still in Romania, I doubt he'll ever leave..."
"He won't."
"And Ginny has three more years in Greece until she returns..."
"Unless she decides to stay."
"Bill is back in France with Fleur..."
"They're still together?"
"Percy is always busy so he might as well live in Africa."
"Do you really expect anything less from him?"
"Your father is always working..."
"He's the Minister of Magic Mum."
"And Harry is always traveling..."
"Mum, Harry is not a Weasley."
"He might as well be."
"Mum, at least you still have Fred and George."
"Don't remind me. Are you really sure you want to do this? I mean I'm sure they'd understand if you changed your mind."
"I'm sure they would too Mum, but I'm not changing my mind, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I'm going for it."
Molly's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Alright, well you better hurry up to the Ministry then, Arthur needs to speak to you before you grab a Port key to New York."
"Yes Mum," Ron said while he picked up his suitcase and shrunk it into a smaller size, he then stopped and looked at his mother for a moment, "Mum, I'll be fine. I promise."
Molly smiled through her tears, "I know it just seems sometimes that my family is slipping away."
Ron walked up to his mother and pulled her into a hug before whispering in her ear, "No Mum, we're just all grown up."
Molly chuckled slightly and tenderly patted his cheek, "Yeah, I guess so. Now shoo, otherwise you'll miss your Portkey."
"Bye Mum." Ron said, Apparating to his father's office.
"Bye Ron." Molly whispered to an empty room.
Ron appeared at his father's office's door.
"Come in Ron."
Ron opened the door, "I didn't even knock."
"Ron, I'm the Minister of Magic, I know these things."
"Talk about a man abusing his powers."
"I heard that." Arthur said laughing.
"I meant for you too." Ron laughed in return.
"Alright, down to business, you do know that in America at this moment there are some current Death Eaters becoming somewhat restless."
"Yes."
"So you do know what you have to do."
"Bring them back to Azkaban."
"Preferably in one piece, but yes."
"Okay, you'll be staying at a Marriott Hotel, it is a Muggle establishment." Ron sighed, "But the manager works for the American Ministry of Magic, so he'll be there to help you. I must warn you though, the magic and Muggle worlds aren't so split apart as they are here, so you must constantly watch your back to make sure no Muggle walks in on you, am I making myself clear Ronald."
"Yes sir."
"Good, your Portkey opens up in twenty minutes. It will take you straight to the Marriott, but in the manager's office. His name is Carter, be kind. He pulled a lot of strings so we could make this happen."
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now go. By the way, the time zones are a bit different, so it'll be about 1 AM in New York when you get there."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye Son, be careful."
"I will."
Ron then walked down to where his Portkey was located. He was handed a crystal paperweight and immediately pulled forward until he landed on all fours in a neatly decorated office.
"Hello, you must be Ronald Weasley; I am Carter Forrester, welcome to America." Carter said walking over to were the crumpled Weasley lay on the floor and helped him to his feet."
"Pleasure to meet you." Ron said while he held out his hand for Carter to shake.
"The pleasure is all mine, not everyday we get sent a foreigner to help out. Follow me." Carter said escorting the man out of his office and into the magnificent lobby, "This," he said pointing around, "This is my hotel, and you are very much welcome here."
"T-thanks." Ron said while he walked around looking at its grandeur.
"Follow me please." Carter said walking over to the check in desk. "Mr. Weasley is checking in." The manager said to a young man.
"Of course, welcome to New York Mr. Weasley, if there is anything you need just call down to the office."
"Mr. Shefford," Carter said referring to the man working the desk, "Where is Jennifer?"
"Um sir, she is um, she is at home right now."
"I see, I'll deal with her later."
At that precise moment, a woman holding an umbrella ran into the hold. Carter spoke up, "Miss Summers, how wonderful of you to join us." The woman immediately dropped her umbrella and muttered a curse under her breath. "What was that."
"Oh nothing Sir," the woman replied taking off her rain coat and revealing shoulder length, straight red hair.
"Where were you Ms. Summers."
"At home Sir."
"Why is that?"
"My father is ill." She mumbled.
"What was that."
She spoke a little louder, "I said my father is ill Sir."
"Uh-huh I see." Carter said, obviously not believing a word the woman said.
"It's true Sir I-" but she was cut off by Carter.
"One more time Ms. Summers, and you're out of here."
The woman looked at him for a moment then nodded her head, "Yes Sir."
"I want you to meet a guest of mine, Jennifer Summers, this is Ronald Wealsey."
Ron blushed slightly, "How do you do Ms. Summers."
Jennifer smiled immediately at his accent. "From England are you?"
"Yes."
"Is it nice there."
"Somewhat."
"Wonderful, I plan to go there someday." Jennifer stated.
"Yes, Yes I'm sure you do Ms. Summers, however you need to get back to work." Carter said. "Mr. Weasley follow me."
Jennifer walked over to the desk and said in a very distinct voice, "Prick." And the entire staff knew whom she was referring to.
A/N: That is all for now, please review since you have obviously read this if you are at this point. I need to know whether or not I should continue this. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own no HP characters, but I have created my own story starring that loveable, Ronnykins.
Ron and Hermione had been dating since, well since forever. Well, maybe not forever, so maybe since their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The two became inseparable, and unlike some couples who begin to bicker and spend their days noticing the annoying "quirks" about each other after a year or so, the two seemed very much in love. Yet this story begins at well, a not so happy time for the two. Ron had celebrated his twenty-first birthday and on that night he finally decided that he was going to do it. He was going to screw up the courage and ask Hermione to marry him. Surprisingly though, Hermione declined. The reasons she gave were not all that substantial but she was firm in her stance. After that the two broke off a relationship surprising the entire England wizarding community. Apparently, Hermione had fallen back in contact with that ever famous Victor Krum, and although she never once cheated on Ron, she believed that the chance may happen. Alright enough about Hermione, this isn't really about her, it's a story about Ron.
After the harsh breakup with Hermione, Ron received some surprising news from the Ministry of Magic. They wanted him to go to America to find the remaining Death Eaters that had run to America and had become somewhat active. Voldermort had been defeated by of course by The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter or now known as, The-Man-Who-Killed-Voldermort, (yes, the Wizarding community now referred to Voldermort by his name, or in case they really wanted to piss off remaining Death Eaters, Tom Marvolo Riddle). Ron accepted immediately, amazed at the fact that this wonderful opportunity had been given to him. Little did he know the surprises that awaited him in America...
Molly Weasley had spent that entire morning trying to talk Ron out of his choice to visit the States. "But Ron," she whined, "it's so far away and I don't think-."
"Mum, please stop. It's only for six months and after that I promise I'll be back here and you will no longer have to worry."
"It's just so difficult seeing you go. I mean Charlie is still in Romania, I doubt he'll ever leave..."
"He won't."
"And Ginny has three more years in Greece until she returns..."
"Unless she decides to stay."
"Bill is back in France with Fleur..."
"They're still together?"
"Percy is always busy so he might as well live in Africa."
"Do you really expect anything less from him?"
"Your father is always working..."
"He's the Minister of Magic Mum."
"And Harry is always traveling..."
"Mum, Harry is not a Weasley."
"He might as well be."
"Mum, at least you still have Fred and George."
"Don't remind me. Are you really sure you want to do this? I mean I'm sure they'd understand if you changed your mind."
"I'm sure they would too Mum, but I'm not changing my mind, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I'm going for it."
Molly's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Alright, well you better hurry up to the Ministry then, Arthur needs to speak to you before you grab a Port key to New York."
"Yes Mum," Ron said while he picked up his suitcase and shrunk it into a smaller size, he then stopped and looked at his mother for a moment, "Mum, I'll be fine. I promise."
Molly smiled through her tears, "I know it just seems sometimes that my family is slipping away."
Ron walked up to his mother and pulled her into a hug before whispering in her ear, "No Mum, we're just all grown up."
Molly chuckled slightly and tenderly patted his cheek, "Yeah, I guess so. Now shoo, otherwise you'll miss your Portkey."
"Bye Mum." Ron said, Apparating to his father's office.
"Bye Ron." Molly whispered to an empty room.
Ron appeared at his father's office's door.
"Come in Ron."
Ron opened the door, "I didn't even knock."
"Ron, I'm the Minister of Magic, I know these things."
"Talk about a man abusing his powers."
"I heard that." Arthur said laughing.
"I meant for you too." Ron laughed in return.
"Alright, down to business, you do know that in America at this moment there are some current Death Eaters becoming somewhat restless."
"Yes."
"So you do know what you have to do."
"Bring them back to Azkaban."
"Preferably in one piece, but yes."
"Okay, you'll be staying at a Marriott Hotel, it is a Muggle establishment." Ron sighed, "But the manager works for the American Ministry of Magic, so he'll be there to help you. I must warn you though, the magic and Muggle worlds aren't so split apart as they are here, so you must constantly watch your back to make sure no Muggle walks in on you, am I making myself clear Ronald."
"Yes sir."
"Good, your Portkey opens up in twenty minutes. It will take you straight to the Marriott, but in the manager's office. His name is Carter, be kind. He pulled a lot of strings so we could make this happen."
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now go. By the way, the time zones are a bit different, so it'll be about 1 AM in New York when you get there."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye Son, be careful."
"I will."
Ron then walked down to where his Portkey was located. He was handed a crystal paperweight and immediately pulled forward until he landed on all fours in a neatly decorated office.
"Hello, you must be Ronald Weasley; I am Carter Forrester, welcome to America." Carter said walking over to were the crumpled Weasley lay on the floor and helped him to his feet."
"Pleasure to meet you." Ron said while he held out his hand for Carter to shake.
"The pleasure is all mine, not everyday we get sent a foreigner to help out. Follow me." Carter said escorting the man out of his office and into the magnificent lobby, "This," he said pointing around, "This is my hotel, and you are very much welcome here."
"T-thanks." Ron said while he walked around looking at its grandeur.
"Follow me please." Carter said walking over to the check in desk. "Mr. Weasley is checking in." The manager said to a young man.
"Of course, welcome to New York Mr. Weasley, if there is anything you need just call down to the office."
"Mr. Shefford," Carter said referring to the man working the desk, "Where is Jennifer?"
"Um sir, she is um, she is at home right now."
"I see, I'll deal with her later."
At that precise moment, a woman holding an umbrella ran into the hold. Carter spoke up, "Miss Summers, how wonderful of you to join us." The woman immediately dropped her umbrella and muttered a curse under her breath. "What was that."
"Oh nothing Sir," the woman replied taking off her rain coat and revealing shoulder length, straight red hair.
"Where were you Ms. Summers."
"At home Sir."
"Why is that?"
"My father is ill." She mumbled.
"What was that."
She spoke a little louder, "I said my father is ill Sir."
"Uh-huh I see." Carter said, obviously not believing a word the woman said.
"It's true Sir I-" but she was cut off by Carter.
"One more time Ms. Summers, and you're out of here."
The woman looked at him for a moment then nodded her head, "Yes Sir."
"I want you to meet a guest of mine, Jennifer Summers, this is Ronald Wealsey."
Ron blushed slightly, "How do you do Ms. Summers."
Jennifer smiled immediately at his accent. "From England are you?"
"Yes."
"Is it nice there."
"Somewhat."
"Wonderful, I plan to go there someday." Jennifer stated.
"Yes, Yes I'm sure you do Ms. Summers, however you need to get back to work." Carter said. "Mr. Weasley follow me."
Jennifer walked over to the desk and said in a very distinct voice, "Prick." And the entire staff knew whom she was referring to.
A/N: That is all for now, please review since you have obviously read this if you are at this point. I need to know whether or not I should continue this. Thanks!