A/N: My second fanfic, but I still want you to be kind! To warn you, although this is mainly a Family/Supernatural story, there will still be some slash. So I would really appreciate it if you didn't flame because of the pairing (feel free to flame for the grammar, spelling, plot, etc.). Please tell me what you think, I need all the advice I can get!

This story is dedicated to midnitemood, who is amazing and who was the inspiration for this entire plot!

Main Pairing: Lee Jordan/Ron Weasley

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please do not attempt to sue me; I have a relative who's a lawyer!

Summary: Ronald Weasley discovers he is a Cursed and that the fate of his loved ones depends on whether or not he's willing to face up to his heritage, and the consequences if he does…

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Book 7 Disregarded, Character Death, Sexual Situations, Slash and Violence.

Rating applies to later chapters, as do most of the warnings.

Prologue

"Another baby boy," Molly Weasley whispered to herself, curled up alone in the hospital bed. It was said with a hint of regret – but she looked down at the newest addition to her family with enough love in her eyes to melt the North Pole, nonetheless.

"Another one?" she glanced up in surprise, before her worn face brightened in delight at the sight of him standing in her doorway.

"Of course, dear," she replied, beaming, before confusion began to grow in her warm, motherly eyes.

"I left the boys with my parents," Arthur assured, crossing the room to sit down next to her.

Molly hesitated. "How are they taking it?" she asked carefully, staring deep into his entrancing eyes.

"My parents or our sons?" Arthur questioned gently.

"Either. Both."

"They… they've seen better," her husband settled on, stroking her much-smaller hand with his own, trying to give consolation.

A silence grew as the couple contemplated on all that had happened in the last twelve hours, the grief still stabbing at their hearts.

"Can I hold him?" Arthur only said it to break the stillness, but he still had the sense to say it cautiously; knowing from experience how possessive Molly was for the first few days.

To his concern, she handed over their infant instantly. However, all worries were soon banished from Arthur's mind as he stared down at his youngest son, eyes drinking in his captivating features. A tuft of flaming red hair already strewn across his head; tiny, fragile limbs; ethereal, pale skin; huge, innocent eyes, the exact same shade as… never mind.

"He's adorable," Arthur murmured in awe. Molly smiled her agreement, already loving her baby boy beyond measure.

Neither of them mentioned that their newborn was almost too-delicate, skin almost too-colourless. Neither of them mentioned the tears cascading down both their faces. Neither of them mentioned that although this baby provided comfort, hope, nothing would ever truly erase the tragedy of the night before from their minds.

Weasleys are survivors, after all.

"We'll need to choose a name," Molly said softly, more to herself, but it succeeded in waking them both from their reverie.

"They should be here," Arthur said suddenly, in a voice that was so broken it nearly tore her heart apart at the seams.

"They can be," she soothed desperately, an idea beginning to form. "What about Ronald Bilius?"

Arthur stared at her for a few moments. "Are you sure?"

"If you are."

They didn't need to discuss it further. Both knew it was the right choice, the only choice.

It stood to reason for the child to be named after, for, the two men who gave their humanity to protect him. The birth had happened so close to the deaths, it was fate – it had to be. That was why his birth had been wrong – pure and simple. The shock alone had started her labour; he had come too soon. Premature, vulnerable, and very mortal.

This baby; this petite, harmless baby… his birth had been soaked in blood. And one of the most terrible curses ever to stain the earth would be inflicted upon him as a result.