"C'mon Harry. Not that bad." Harry Potter's best friend Ron Weasley assured him.

Ron had told Harry he was a death eater; it was that or, Voldemort would kill Ron's family. It was a choice Ron had to make.

"Not that bad? Ron, your arm has the mark!"

"Alright, so it does. Would you rather Ginny dead because I refused to get a little mark?" Ron questioned him.

Harry hesitated. "I…guess not."

"Exactly and besides-" Ron was cut short, older brothers Fred and George walked in.

"Go on Ron." Fred smirked.

"Finish your conversation." George laughed.

"How much did you hear..?" Ron asked, skeptically.

Both said together, "Nothing. That's why we want you to finish."

Ron and Harry left the kitchen, Fred and George murmuring to each other what they had been talking about.

"Ron, it's 90 degrees out! Take off that jacket before you have a stroke!" Molly Weasley, mother, almost demanded.

"I'm fine mum. Don't worry about it." Ron shrugged it off and unzipped the zipper. "There."

"Ron, if you have a stroke, can we have your room for storage?" Fred asked, teasing.

"Shut up." Ron gave him the bird behind his mothers back. Ron remembered what she had said the last time he did that. Believe me, Ron liked his fingers normal, not broken.

"Ron, you gotta tell your dad before he finds out from someone else." Hermione, still reading her book on Ron's bed had told him over and over.

"I know babe, I know." Ron was messing with one of Percy's trophies. He kissed her. "He'll get pissed at me."

"Even if he does get mad," Hermione sighed. "At least tell one of your brothers."

"Tell fred and george?" Ron almost laughed, "Are you crazy?"

"I meant more along the line of Bill or Charlie. Write to them?" Hermione shrugged.

"Maybe.. Bill's a bit understanding.."

Ron sat down and wrote a short letter to Bill.

"Bill -

I have a problem… Yeah yeah, I got the dark mark. Big deal? Hermione made me write to someone. Y'know, get it off my chest? Don't tell mum- Bill she'd kill me. Thanks for the listen. Ron"

"Pig, send to Bill k? No getting lost, its an important letter." Pig flew off, Ron waited till out of eyes view, and sat down on the bed.

Pig flew to the window downstairs, thinking he said fred, and gave the letter to Molly. Molly opened it, curious.

"RONALD WEASLEY, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANCE." Molly yelled, having everyone enter the kitchen.

"Blood Hell." Were Ron's words, eyes wide, afraid to leave the stairs.