It was a huge shock to the entire Kingdom, being the daughter of duke; I was the first to hear of it. A poor peasant boy had shown incredible magical ability.
He had blown up one of my father's chariots and he was thrown at the feet of my father with chains around his hands and feet.
He was bare foot and his face was covered in dirt and grime, he stared at me father with such defiance you would have thought he was a King.
His face was handsome with his strong defined jaw and high cheek bones, his hair was flaming red and his eyes was a white hot blue color.
His looked at me for a small moment and my heart skipped a beat, his face had been with a knife.
"Where did you get that amulet?" my father asked him, I looked at the boy's neck; there was an amulet with a red ruby in the shape of a Weasel around his neck.
"It doesn't matter if you take it from me or not, I can still use magic" the boy replied ignoring my father's question.
Father raised his eyebrows "what makes you think I will steal it?" he asked.
The boy stared coldly up at him "I don't trust dukes or kings or anything of the sort, they have all the money and power and all they want is more" he answered.
Father chuckled "my, you are quite the cynical boy, what's your name?" he asked.
"Why should I tell you?" he asked him.
"I swear on the will of the Queen of Diagone that I will not hurt your family" he told him.
The boy looked hesitant "Ronald Bilious Weasley" he answered.
"Impressive, a middle name" my father boomed. (Middle names were not common in the Middle Ages only for royalty or wealthy) "Now, get this boy out of these chains" father instructed the guards and they unlocked him.
Ronald didn't respond just stared "so I hear you blew up one of my chariots, did you?" father asked.
"Yes, the chariot was about to run over my sister" Ronald answered.
"I see, so you had a reason" father asked.
"I did" Ronald replied.
Father sat back "well, I believe that a young wizard should not be untrained, if I were to give you the means to get to the infamous school known as Hogwarts would you go?" father inquired.
Ronald studied him "I could not" he answered.
"And I beg why that would be?" father asked.
Ronald didn't waver "I have 5 brothers and 1 little sister, then I have my parents to take care of" he explained.
"You are very loyal to turn down such an offer for your family without any wavering" father complimented.
"Thank you, what will my punishment be? I could never repay the gold spent on that chariot even if I worked the rest of my life as a trader" Ronald added.
"I see, if you go to Hogwarts then the debt will be repaid, your family will be given rations if you understand" my father replied smiling.
Ronald's eyes went wide and for a moment I saw the 16 year old boy that he was then he composed himself "I see" he said.
"You may go see your family then brought here, do you understand?" he asked him.
"Yes, and your Grace?" Ronald turned around.
"Yes?" father responded.
"Thank you, I will not disappoint you, your Grace" Ronald replied smiling.
Father nodded then he left, I turned to father "why did you give him such an opportunity?" I asked him.
"I rather like his defiance and cynical attitude, don't you?" he asked me smiling.
I smiled back "I suppose so" I replied.
"Besides, I have a feeling we may need his views of the people in the towns to improve it" father added sighing.
"Father, did you forget that I'm attending Hogwarts as well?" I asked him.
He smiled "I know that, make sure that he doesn't get beaten by anyone or the other way around, hm?" he asked.
I nodded, when Ronald came back he was attended to by the maids who were having trouble convincing him to take off his clothes so that he could get some tailored new ones.
Ronald was finally convinced but only after they agreed that only his shirt would come off even then he blushed bright red with the maids figuring out the measurements.
I was privileged to watch his protests and blushing face and I must say it was very amusing.
The maids eventually whisked him off to take a bath which I did not watch, he came out with some temporary dress robes to have dinner in.
"Well, you look fetching" I told him; he nodded "thank you, my lady" he mumbled then he looked in the mirror for a second.
He looked very clean and without his very baggy clothes you could see that he had rather toned arms and legs as well as his chest and stomach being rather toned.
I studied him "my name is Hermione Granger" I told him.
"I know, my lady" he answered meeting my eyes and the distrust and caution was evident.
"Call me Hermione" I told him.
"I cannot, my lady, to do so would anger your father and if not him then blue bloods, my lady" he answered me.
"You really don't like rich people do you?" I asked him.
He gave me a glance "it's not that I don't like rich people but I've found that blue bloods are unkind to those who don't have the money or clothes they do, my lady" he answered me.
I frowned "not all of them, I'm not unkind to you am I?" I asked him.
"No but I find you annoying, my lady" he answered with a smile that hid his cynicism but added to his good looks.
I huffed "I have been nice to you just what do you find annoying?" I snapped.
Ronald smirked "you nag me too much" he trailed "my lady" he added.
I sighed "can you please stop saying my lady after everything?" I asked.
"Fine but in front of others, I will call you my lady" he replied with a blank face.
Hi, so if you are a follower of my work you will most likely know that this is not my usual style of work that I write but I think I've done a good job so far with the talking okay, see you next chapter.