Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

A/N: Okay so this is something that I've started a long time ago but haven't come around to finishing yet. I was going to try and finish it after I was done with writing all the books for my other stories but I'm finding that prospect a little tedious at that moment (but those of you who have been reading by other works don't worry I'm still on pace with it and enough ahead that I should be able to post the chapters like I planned). I'm hoping to post this story about once a week but I don't know how long I can keep that up seeing as I'm writing so much on the other stories and It's a lot harder to write original works (I've actually have to make the plot up myself).

Anyways, this story is compliant to all the books except for the Epilogue, where it differs vastly seeing as Ron and Hermione never got married, though they still had a son together. This story is about how they react to seeing each other after more than sixteen years of being apart, all while a new creed is threatening to take over the wizarding world again. The first few chapters are viewed through Ron and Hermione's son's eyes but it will eventually change viewpoints depending on where the action is. Hope you like it.

Chapter One

The Ministry

I have no bloody clue what just happen. Today was the strangest, scariest, most confusing day of my life. It all started when I went to work with my mum. She thought that it was about time that I saw where she worked, and I must admit that I have been curious about it for years. I was proud of all the laws that she had passed over the years to improve the lives of our fellow creatures. I read a lot about the way things were before the end of the second war, even before that too, on how things used to be. It made me cringe the way people use to treat each other because of blood, and the way people think other creature could be treated horrible because they're "inferior." Man, I getting worked up just thinking about it and it's not important to today's events.

I'm not one that usually feels the need to write things down; usually I discuss things with my mum or Harry and that enough for me. However, today's events are so big to not talk about, but to get my mind wrapped around these thoughts I need to go back through the details before I can talk to mum. Then again, some of the problems I have with today has a hold in early times. The reason why today was so strange seems to juxtapose the reality of my past.

With that said I think I must first state important things that describe who I am, starting first with my name. My name is Arthur Weasley, named after my grandfather on my dad side and my mum grandfather. However, everyone except for my mum (and sometimes my best friend) calls be Ari. I live with my mum, she has raised me alone since I was born and I've only seen my dad a few times when I was little (I can hardly even remember them). My uncle Harry is probable the best wizard I've ever meet and the greatest guy I know. He help my mum raise me the best he could and it's good to know that I have a father figure that I can go to ask questions. He was also the best friend, not only to my mum but also to my father, too. When I was younger I would ask Harry to tell me about my dad. He would tell me all the stories (thought they were heavily edited, I've recently found out) about him and my parents.

It was then that I started to form two separate views of Ronald Weasley, my father. One was my dad, the man that Harry (and sometimes my mum) would talk about, both in the past and present tense. That Ron Weasley was someone I looked up to and wanted to meet; that I wanted to be my dad. Then there was the other Ron Weasley, the man that had never come to meet me or seemed to care who the bloody hell I was in the last sixteen years. It not like he didn't know where I was, why the hell didn't he try to get to know me? Well anyways, I think that all the important things that needs to be written before today's events.

So, when I woke up today, I was happy. I was finally going to see the Ministry of Magic and I could see what mum was doing all day. After breakfast mum took me to floo to the Ministry. It was incredible, the Ministry was amazing, and the number of people that worked there, and it was just incredible. Mum took me to her office and introduces me to most of people she worked with. I liked Mr. Davies most; I got into a physiological discussion with him until he was force to go back to work (by mum who is everyone's boss).

At lunch we got to meet Uncle Harry, it was good to see him, it had been awhile since the last time I've seen him. He was working on a serious case that was taking most of his time. After, the first friendly meeting, I was starting to realize that Harry was worried; like he thought something big was going to happen, soon. Mum looked worried by his expression too and asked, "Harry… what's wrong?"

He looked at me; I knew he didn't want to say too much in front of me. I looked annoyed at him and then he smiled. "Well things aren't going as well as we hope in our case. Things are really bad this time," he said as his hand rubbed his eyebrow. I was pleased, not that thing were going wrong, but because he wasn't babying me. He probably would have said more to mum if I weren't there, but he still didn't try to hide his worry. This is why I like Harry so much, he might not tell me everything I want to know, but he never treated me like a kid.

After lunch we went back to mum's office and an hour later all chaos broke out. I don't really know how it began; I haven't had time to talk to Harry or any other source to know the facts, yet. All I know is how it started for mum and me. We heard noises, the noise of banging and fighting that was happening up on all the levels of the Ministry. Mum looked horrified, she looked at me with terror; her face had gone white. She grabbed my hand and said, "We need to get out of here." I could tell that she had tried to Apparate with me, but it didn't work. "Damn."

I was scare from the moment that I heard the noises but when I hear my mum swear, I was terrified. Whatever was happening was so bad it caused my mum to swear. I grad her hand, showing her I was going to be strong, that she didn't have to worry about me. I know that wouldn't stop her from worrying, but it would give her courage to stand strong by me. I raised my wand and said, "What do we do now?"

It worked, the terrified look in her eyes soften, she was still scared, but now there was also a determine look. She was trying to decide what the best option to protect me was, when we heard someone coming towards her office. Mum motion for me to get down and raised her wand. The door blasted open (all the doors in the department open too) and a voice yelled "Expelliarmus."

Nothing happen, mum had used a shielding charm non-verbally around her and me before the man could disarm us. I have to admit, mum was a quick thinking witch, and I'm impressed with her skills. The man walked freely (likely believing no one was there) closer to the office. Mum had stunned him before he even had time to raise his hand. She motion for me to follow her and we left her office. I wanted to ask her what was going on, who the hell were these people, but I knew that now was not the time for talking.

Then it happened. The noise… the light… and the fall. Someone cast a spell at my mum and even with the shielding charm she put up she was hit. I saw the pain and shock on her face and my heart failed me. I thought that she had been killed. "Nooooo…" I yelled as if my world was ripped apart. I fell on my knees and grabbed my mother's hand.

I didn't see the man that was now standing over me about to curse me. It didn't matter; my mum was gone, what matter now. Tears stain my eyes, but I felt something as I held my mum hand. Before I could register what it meant I heard the masked man voice, "A little boy… I guess you're the Mudblood's son."

The man leered to me, enjoying the rage that was now emanating from me. In my angry I raised my wand, but the man was already yelling the curse…

However, before the spell could hit me a man had run in front of me and took the force of the spell. It seemed to cut the man's back and a lot of blood flowed out. The man waved his wand behind his back and disarmed the masked man. I took this opening to stun the masked man. I looked at the man that save me, ready to thank him until I saw who it was. It was my dad; it was Ron Weasley, the man Harry told me about.

"Arthur, are you okay," he said, his look of worried is still burned in my eyes. I never thought my dad would save me like this; it just wasn't the man that I knew (or the man that I have never met, so was never able to understand).

I didn't answer him, I didn't even nod at him; I had to know how mum was before I could know the answer to that. He notices me staring and glanced at my mum too. He held out his had to her face and neck, and the look in his eyes was filled with tenderness and pain. He gave a sigh of relief, and said, "She's alive." My heart started to beat painful against my chest and I was so relief, she was alive, I didn't lose her. "What happen here? What spell hit her?"

"I don't know," I answered. "It was black and purple and smoky but I don't know what it was called…" I hesitated then asked, "What's going on?"

"The Ministry is under attack," he said still staring at mum, worry, concern, and pain etched all over his face. "Some of the old Death Eaters and a whole lot of new people are attacking. There is no way to get out of here and more people might come around, we need to leave this corridor."

I knew this wasn't the right time to talk about this but I couldn't stop myself. I didn't trust this guy, I didn't know this guy and I didn't understand why he was here, why he save me. "Why are you here?"

He looked at me, "To help you."

"How did you even know I was here?"

"This isn't the time… we need to leave," he said going red in the ears. My ears go red like that when I'm nervous or over stress. Damn this man, why am I like him?

"I'm not going anywhere with you until you explain why you're here," I said, I'm sure my ears had turned red too.

He frowned, he wanted to get out of there, but knew I wouldn't move until he explained. "Harry told me you were smart, you should know this is no time to talk about this. However, I can see that you're stubborn like m… while, you're stubborn. I knew you were here because Harry told me you were coming."

"Why did you come here?" I asked. "The real reason."

"To help you," he said again, but seeing that I didn't believe him continued, "I needed to know you guys where okay. You're my family, and just because I haven't seen you doesn't mean that I don't love you."

This shocked me; I had no idea this man felt this way. I didn't know he cared, yeah uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny (the only family member on my dad side that I know) have told me that my father loves me, but all the years of neglect led me to conclude that he didn't care enough.

He took my lack of response as a good opportunity to leave the corridor. He lent down and lifted my mum off the ground. He held her in his arms, his wand in his had ready for anything (though I'm sure that it would have been difficult to cast a spell in that position).

"I have no idea what hit her so it's better if I just carry her," he mumbled, half to himself. "It could make things worse if I tried anything." He then turn his full attention to me, looking me straight in the eyes and said, "Harry has told me that you're good at defensive and other spells, so I need you to get your wand out and be prepared. Carrying Hermione like this means I can only perform the shielding charm and maybe the disarming charm, so I need you to be ready."

I nodded, and he turned away. He trusted me, he wasn't treating me like I was some small defenseless child, but as someone that can help out. However, it was just the two of us and there was no one else he could depend on, so he had no choice. Still I couldn't help but feel better, more confident, that he believed in me. Plus the fact that he heard that I was good, that he knew this about me helped.

We walked quietly through the corridor, I was right by his side as he carried mum, looking around wildly, straining his ears for any sound of intruders. Nothing happen for twenty minutes, we had gotten to some stairs and where heading up them, back to were more people were, to where the Ministry people where. However, there was a creak from behind us, and a black cloaked person was a floor below us, he hadn't noticed us yet. I knew that dad saw this too (did I just call him dad, damnit where did that come from) but I reacted before he had time to say anything. I throw the full body curse at the figure, but it was deflected, realizing it won't be easy I rolled aside and concentrated with all my might, and sent a stunning spell at the figure. This time he was distracted by my… Ron and my spell worked, the figure fell down several stairs and was knocked out.

"I see what Harry means," Ron said. "You really are good, just like your mum."

"Thanks," was all I could think to say. I could see the worry look in his eyes, and heard the manic yell he gave when the cloaked figure was raising his wand to curse me. The distraction made it easier for me to win the fight, would I have been able to if he wasn't here? But that doesn't matter; I remember telling myself in that moment, because it was that moment, more than anything else that made me realize that this wasn't just another class or lesson. No this was real life, failing here, I mean really failing, meant so much more, so all that matters is staying alert and focus.

"Come on, we should get out of here," Ron said, regaining calm and opening the door to the next landing. It was just as empty as the last one, and I wondered if this was really the place he wanted us to go. Noticing my confused face he whispered, "There's suppose to be people on the other end of this corridor. Most of the fighting should be on the next floor, but people are supposed to come here if injured or something like that."

I could tell that the "something" like that meant me, well in this case at least, and this was most likely where mum was leading me too. I felt resentment, he didn't really think I could handle myself; he was just humoring me until we got there, where I would be "safe". I felt anger build up in me again, I really have a hot temper (thanks dad), but before I could express it I notice several dark figures searching the room. I grabbed Ron's cloak and tugged it and then pointed at the figures soundlessly. He nodded, there were too many of them to fight and we both knew it, luckily they hadn't noticed us, it seemed like they were walking away.

He shifted mum slightly, so that all her weight was in only in his left hand and waved his wand wordlessly. I recognized the movement as the silencing charm, he was making it so we wouldn't make a noise as we went into one of the empty offices, and locked us in.

"Ron?"

I turn and saw that my mum had regain consciousness and relief flew over me, she'll be all right. She was looking up at the man that was still holding her, there was a weird express in her eyes, like she thought she was dreaming and she didn't want to wakeup. He just smiled at her like she had just brought him back to life, all the worried and pain seem to have melted in that one moment.

But as soon as it came the moment was gone, then he said, "Hermione, are you okay?"

"Hmm…" she said, still a little confused, then it seemed in a flash she realized this was no dream, and that terrible things were happening. "Arthur!" she exclaimed and looked around when her eyes met mine she let out a sigh of relief.

"I okay mum," I said and she smiled.

"What happened?" she turned back to him, "Ron, why are you holding me?"

"Ah, sorry," he said turning red, and leaned down to put her on the floor. He didn't seem sure if she was able to stand and didn't want to make her try. "You were unconscious, and I couldn't leave you there so I had to carry you."

"Oh…" she said her cheeks turning red too. "So you carried me all the way up here… Wait, what about the introducers, how were you able to protect yourself from an attack when you were carrying me like that…" she said in a fierce voice I've only heard twice in my life, and didn't really want to hear again.

"Arthur was with me, wasn't he?" Ron replied, it seemed he too has heard this voice, but seemed to know how to deal with it better than I do. "He had his wand out and covered us, and I was still able to pre…"

"Arthur," She said in a shocked angry voice. "You put him in the path of danger. What were you thinking? What if he got hurt…"

"I'm not a baby anymore," I said. I hate it when she treats me like a kid. I know I'm not an adult, but I'm sixteen, I'm not a kid either. "I can handle myself."

"I know you're not a kid but," she said, still glaring at Ron, who in turn was looking defiantly at her. "This isn't a game, this is dangerous and…"

"I'd be in danger if I defended myself or not."

"I didn't have a choice…" Ron said.

"Ron, he's not ready to have this kind of weight put on his shoulders," she said, "He's…just…"

"He's the same age as us when we came into the Ministry the first time," Ron said, and my mum was struck dumb, she seemed shocked at the realization. "I know this isn't the ideal situation, but we need his help to get out of this, and from all I heard, he's just as good as we were at this age, so I trusted he could support me."

I don't know how it happened but these words calmed mum down. She turned away from him and said softly, "sorry, it's just that he's everything to me."

"I know," he said, "don't worry; I wouldn't let anything happen to him. Y… He means a lot to me too."

He turned away from her and walked to the door, peeking through the glass window to see if the cloaked figures were still out there. They must have been because he stayed there staring for minutes until, "Ron! Your back… it's cut horrible, what happen?"

Man, I'd forgotten about the cut in his back with all the conversation and fear of all that was going on. "Oh it's nothing," he said.

"Get over here," she demanded. "It looks like you lost a lot of blood… let's see I think this should work." As she said that she tapped her wand to the wounded and it healed a considerable amount.

"Thanks, Hermione," he said, "That feels much better."

"Ron," she said, "How did you get that?"

"I…Umm…" he said kind of nervously. I don't know why he was so shy… he did save me from a curse after all.

"He jumped in front of a curse meant for me," I said realizing that he wasn't going to say it anytime soon. "It was right after you were hit, and, well, I was about to be cursed but he jumped in front of me."

"You did?" she said, a tear coming to her eye, she wasn't shocked she was just happy. "Thanks."

"Yeah, well," he said standing up and going back to the door, "It's all I could do."

"What's going on?" mum asked; he remained quiet (it look like he was pondering the best way to say it), so she continues, "Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are here?"

He looked worry at the question, (I didn't understand why), so he decided to answer the first question first.

"Well they attacked," he said giving her a meaningful look, like they were expecting this (but how could THEY, they haven't spoken to each other in years). "I'm not sure how they did it, but they got a lot of people out of all of the offices…"

"What do you mean?" Mum looked shocked. "How many do you…"

"No," he interrupted. "Not like that. There was just more trouble today then usually. We should have noticed, but it seems that every department had sent most of the people out. Now there's was only a skeleton crew here, probably only about 150 of us. About an hour ago they came, the old Death Eaters and their new friends. They came then put up a spell stopping us from Dissapparating or Apparating in and out of the Ministry."

"How many?" Mum asked.

"About fifty I think, thirty come straight for the Auror office," he said looking out the window, like he was afraid to look at my mum. "The others went around to the other Departments picking off the strugglers.

"Ron," she said softly, he hadn't expected the tone, (it looked like he was afraid that mum was going to yell at him again, but with the tone his face was gentle). "They must have had inside help. A lot of it, to pull this off… someone pretty high up too."

"Yeah…" He answered, looking worried. "That's what we thought too."

Mum then looked into his eyes, something changed in her expression, as if she just realized ALL of what he had said. "What are you doing here? If they attacked the Auror office first, why aren't you there?"

"Hermione," he said, the fear back in his eyes, "I…"

"Where's Harry?" she asked harshly. "You know why they're here, how could you leave…"

"I had to. You…" he tried to say.

"You left him again, when he needed you. Beside I don't need your help!"

"Yeah, and the fact that when I came you were unconscious and Arthur was about…"

"But you left…"

"Because I had too, my family was in danger. I know that Arthur was here and you needed…"

"How?"

"Harry told me you were bringing him here today."

"He told you…"

"Of course, I ask about him all the time…"

"I didn't…. Never mind… Still how could you…"

"I've already told you, I had to. Don't worry if it was just you I wouldn't have come." This statement annoyed me; angered me, but more than anything else it confused me. He obviously cared about my mum, was he trying to hurt her, was he being cruel. But here was something wrong, the tone he used wasn't hurtful, it wasn't angry, it was like he was stating a fact. But that's not what confused me, it was how mum reacted. It looked like it calmed her, like she was able to forgive him for coming for us because he wouldn't have come for her alone.

"You wouldn't?" the question was only asked so she could conform her theory, she was hopeful that she was right, that he understood her.

"No," he said. He looked shocked that he had to said that to her. He kept his silence for a minute, deciding what to say. "You wouldn't want me to," Mum face fell a little at this, but then he continued. "I know you wouldn't really need me anyways and I needed to back up Harry."

She looked pleased at the statement, but still angry that he was here. At this time, I realized what they were saying. The only reason why mum would be this angry at him for saving us, was if someone important to her was in danger too. Harry was in trouble, and by what they said at the beginning he was the target of these "Death Eaters".

"I know that we needed you," she started in a friendlier tone than before, "but you know he needs you too."

"Harry was worried about you guys," he said. "When they first showed up I could see it in his eyes. He was terrified that something was going to happen to you guys." He said guys but I could tell that he meant me; Harry too would have confidence in my mum's ability to handle herself. I couldn't help but feel a little resentful at being seen as a weakness, but it can't be helped, I may not be a child, but I still don't know all of the skills that we're facing today. "He turned and said 'Ron' in a pleading and commanding voice that said it all. I nodded then left."

"Damn him," Mum said. Mum swore, she never swears, and she has now sworn twice today. She was looking down at her shoes, looking extremely worried. "He hasn't changed at all, always worried too much about everyone else."

"Yeah, that our Harry," he said with a small smirk.

"Why did it have to be you though? I mean not that… I just mean you're more useful… You and Harry are a great team… why send someone so…"

"Because he needed someone who cared," he said again hiding his face by looking out the door. "Someone who would do anything to help you guys, as much as he would. Besides he knows I would be just as worried as he was and I would be no good to him if I had stayed."

"Two birds with one stone, I guess," mum said now smirking.

"Yeah, I'm just helping the best way I know how," he said then turned to look at her. "Can you stand or…"

"Yeah," mum said getting up slowly, but when she was on her feet she was stable. "Where are we, I don't recognize this office."

"We're on the third floor," he said and she looked shocked. "No safe haven."

"How many are there?"

"I've seen four," he said, "but I'm sure two of them left, the other two are hided at the end of the hall, waiting for people."

"So they do know that this is the place we're suppose to meet in case of emergency."

"Yeah," he said his ear turning red in anger.

"So what do we do?" she asked, "We need to get to Harry."

"I've no idea…how about you?"

"Ronald, you're the Auror, you should come up with something."

"Well I can't Mione, I'm not as clever as you."

"Don't give me that, beside it your job."

"So… this isn't exactly a normal situation you know. It's not like I've had to do something like this before. Beside I don't hear you coming up with anything."

"Why should I know how, this has nothing to do with what I do."

"That's never stopped you before."

"Aren't you the one that always said that my spare of the moment plans were horrible? Do I need to remind you of the Borgin and Burke incident or…"

"Point taken… I guess I'll have to think of something."

With that the argument ended and the strangest thing happened… they both started to laugh. What the bloody hell were they laughing at? We were trapped in a room surrounded by "Death Eaters" and we needed to help Harry.

"How the Bloody Hell can you be laughing?" I shouted.

"Arthur," mum said, "watch you language or you'll be sorry."

"Like I'm scared of that, were surround by Death Eaters in case you've forgotten."

"You're never been on a receiving end of one of Hermione hexes have you," he said laughing, "I think I prefer the Death Eaters."

"Ronald," mum exclaimed slapping him, but there was still a trace of a smile on her face. Why are they so relaxed?

"How…" I started, "can you be so…. We're in trouble and…"

They smile and looked at each other; then mum said, "I guess were just use to this."

"Yeah, it feels like old time."

"I don't understand, but," I said shaking my head, "I think I know how to deal with the Death Eaters."

"What?" he asked before mum could protest.

Five minutes later we started our move. Mum got out of the office and headed somewhere, while dad walked out, rather loudly to drawl the Death Eaters towards him. Two of them come from the front and he was able to take one out immediately and ducked the other. There was another one that came from down the hall and mum took care of him, she was really good, but someone was come from behind her and she didn't know. I ran out of the room and cursed they guy before he realized I was there. At that moment another flash and dad come running to my side. "Everything go alright."

"Yep," mum said, I notice the pain on her face though she was trying to hide it; she wasn't a hundred percent yet. "Come on, we need to hurry."

"Mione," he said grabbing mum and stabilizing her, "how bad is it?"

"I'm fine…" mum started but seeing the concern look in his eyes she stopped. I think the look told her that now wasn't the time to lie, to act strong, but that he needed to know how hurt she was. "Almost as bad a Malfoy Manor."

His face went white and his voice was scared, "You need to rest…"

"First, there's no place," mum said sharply, "second, there no time and third, I'm needed. Besides it not really that bad, it just the closest of the things I could think of. It hurts, but I can still go on."

He just stared at her for a couple of minutes, like he was trying to see if she was lying, and she just stared right back at him defiantly, showing that she wasn't backing down. Then he stood and said, "Okay… let's go."

We left that floor and headed for the thick of the battle. It was decided that it was the best place to go. Mum and Dad were needed in the fight and since that was where there would be the most people on our side it was the best place to take me. I can't believe that mum agreed to this plan, that she was okay with me heading to the place where she knew a battle was going on. However, with my dad's support, my demand, and the sense of urgency to get to Harry, she agreed.

As we walked I kept my eye on mum, since she was hurt and I was worried about her, but it seemed that as time went on she was getting better. It seems that the effect of the curse was wearing off and she would be okay soon. However, there seemed to be something else going on with her, like she was trying to figure something out. She must have been thinking about how to deal with all of the Death Eaters.

When we got to the door that led to the Auror offices, we could hear the fierce battle that was going on inside. We also notice that there was another Death Eater guarding the door. As we approached mum grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him to a side corner (I followed) and she whispered, "I need to get to Harry right away… no don't interrupt, I know what to do but…" she glanced at me, she didn't want to leave me unprotected; she needed me to be safe. "Ron, you have to give me time to get through."

"Hermione," he said, he was still concerned that she was hurt.

"Ron," she said with her determined look, that clearly said don't argue with me, I'm going to do this. He seemed to understand.

"Okay." She cast a disillusion charm on herself and she was gone. She touched my shoulder as she rounded the corner walked silently away. Dad came out of the corner a moment later and fired at the Death Eater. However, he must have cast a shield charm, because the spell bounced back. Dad dodged it and fired several more spells and soon the two were in a fierce battle. I noticed that dad had drawn the Death Eater away from the door and a few moments later the door opened and mum was gone. The duel between the Death Eater and my dad lasted another five minutes, at least; they were both really good. I could tell that they had been train for this kind of fighting. After a particular spell from the Death Eater my dad dove behind a desk, and then yelled, "I would never have believed you'd turn on us like this, Ranen, you didn't seem the type."

"I played by role well," Ranen said, "I'm sorry you recognized me, now I can't let you survive."

"SORRY!" dad shouted, "You're sorry for your identity… you bloody coward, you're selling out everything that we fought for and that what you're sorry about!"

"I would have thought that you of all people would come to understand," Ranen said, there was almost a pleading in his voice, trying to get Ron to change his mind, come to his side. "After what that Mudblood had done, you should understand their disastrous to our world, they're not needed, they…"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Ron roared, "DON'T CALL HER MUDBLOOD!"

"I see it's true," Ranen said raising his wand, knowing that Ron wouldn't be persuaded. "So you did go after her and that mutt of hers."

Does this guy not understand that I was Ron's son too? It doesn't matter whether he did or not, I just wonder if people knew; people that dad work with. I don't think that this guy knew at the very least, he would have known that Ron wouldn't have change side. It was also weird the way that he talked to Ron; it was like he didn't want to fight, like they were friends.

Anyways, dad come running out firing curses after the last comment, looking madder then I've seen him (though I haven't known him long so that not saying much… but I still don't think he normally this mad). The fight resume and it was an even fiercer battle than before, it was quite amazing how skillful they were (I've a long way to go, and can see why they treat me the way they do). Then the Death Eater taunted my dad, trying to make him lose focus, "I don't see the Mudblood or her mutt, did you fail to save them like always? Or will I have the pleasure of taking them out myself?"

That was it, dad fury was pushed to the max and he was finally able to hit the Death Eater with a curse. He walked over to him and shouted some other curses to make sure he was knocked out and couldn't escape.

He was looking down at the man with such distain on his face that I approached rather reluctantly, "Who was he?"

"Someone I thought was a friend," he said. "I even saved his life a few years ago… he was my partner for a few weeks… I would have trusted him with my life."

He turned away from this man, now wasn't the time to linger we had to continue on. "Come on, we better hurry."

When we went through the door the noise and destruction was unbelievable and my worry for my mum mounted. She came in here alone, to this bloody battle that destroyed this entire floor (though the battle obviously move father through the corridor). I remember that battle I'd just seen, what if my mum was in a similar battle now, what if they hurt her? Not only was my worry building but my anger as well, until it burst from me.

"How could you let her go into this alone?" I hissed.

He turned; notice my face (a range of emotion must have been on my face, since I seem to be feeling them all). He pulled me into one of the offices and put all sorts of charms on the door to make sure no one would interrupt us. He then turned and just looked at me, he didn't say anything… he just looked at me. It pissed me off. Why the hell did he pull me in here if he didn't want to talk? Why the bloody hell was he wasting time, he was needed?

"Why the hell are you just standing there?" I yelled. He didn't say anything, was he trying to piss me off. "They need you…"

"Yes…" he finally said, "But…"

"Then stop wasting time," I screamed.

"No," he said simply.

"Why the bloody hell not?"

"I can't leave here before you…"

"Stop caring about me…"

"I can't."

"It doesn't matter how I am, they nee…"

"If you…"

"No," I was beside myself at this point. I was scared, I was in danger, I could be attacked and killed at any moment, but that didn't matter. My mum had just ran head first into danger, what if I never get to see her again? And Harry (the man I have always considered as a father or at least the closest thing that I had known to one) was the target of these mad men. How could this man waste time in here, when he could be helping them, the people who were suppose to be so important to him (well at least Harry), since they were best friends?

"LISTEN TO ME!" Ron yelled, it stunned be into silence. "If you don't calm down I can't let you leave. You're in no shape to go out there and face Death Eaters. You have to be at top of your game, or you'll get killed. I know that you're worried, I know you're terrified, you're world is being threaten, people you love are in trouble, but you have to pull yourself together. You can't help them like this… I know you're strong enough to push your worry to the side and give me the strength I've seen earlier today. You're just like her, dependable to the tee."

I was still with shock, but I did start to gather my nerves. I hadn't realized how much the shock was affecting me.

"I didn't have a chose in letting her go," he continue, "She was determined and there no stopping her when she like that, I would think you would know that (this was true, when she put her mind to it there was no stopping mum)."

"But…"

"I trust her…" he said simply. "I trust that she will be safe, and I trust that she will be able to keep Harry safe. If there is anyone that can help him, it would be her. And we are so much stronger when we work together, when we trust each other."

"But…" I said, tears coming to my eyes but I try to stop them.

"Trust makes us strong," he said putting his hand on my shoulder looking straight in my eyes. "Harry trusted that I would help you and Mi… Hermione so he could fight without worry. He also knew that we will come to his aid; as soon as he needs us, we'll be there. I trusted that Hermione will help Harry (and the rest of the Aurors too), and that Harry will help her too. Hermione trusted me to help you, to make sure you're safe, and that I'll be by her side when she needs me."

He spoke from his heart; he believed everything that he said, (though it was obvious he was still worried that something terrible could happen).

"How can you believe that; you haven't seen mum in seventeen years? How can you trust her so much? How can she trust you?"

"The bonds we have goes beyond friendship or love or anything else," he said softy, he didn't really understand it either. "We've been through so much together, in times like these it simple to trust… well her and Harry anyways. I guess it's just normal for us to depend on each other." He laughed and rubbed his head.

Seventeen years of silence and still this man would trust my mum with his life. Of course I know mum would do anything to protect this man if she had the chance, I have seen it years ago that she still loved him. That's another reason why I have hated this man (or at least parts of him); he had hurt my mum and was still hurting her. It was five years ago, though she didn't tell me this that she gave in to her love and stopped looking for anyone else. Not that she had been trying hard to find anyone before, but she did go out every once in awhile, but now that's stopped. I know she stop because she realized that there was only one person that made her truly happy and that was him.

I turned and pulled myself together, they needed me to be strong so that they can fight without worrying. I trusted that they would make every effort to make it and to my surprise I found myself gaining strength again. I looked into Ron's eyes (noticing that they were the same as mine) and gave him the same determine look that mum gave him, "I'm ready."

He smiled, then looked stern again and we left the room. We were supposed to head to our allies, Ron was supposed to bring me to safety first before going on to the fight, but before we could get there the battle was just about to end. I notice that Harry was down and mum had some kind of powerful charm going on that I couldn't even began to explain. There were a lot of black-cloaked figures on the ground but there was still five Death Eaters shooting spells while the one Auror left was backing mum up. Ron pushed me to the wall, guarding me from any cross fire, keeping his wand out ready to help if needed.

There was a pop and three of the Death Eaters were gone, but two still remain. I heard "Avada…."

Dad ran out of the corner and shot the Death Eater who was cursing. The spell that the Death Eater shot veered to the right and missed its target (mum) by a few feet. Mum stood there for a second before she collapsed. "STAY THERE," dad yelled before I could move. I was going to rush to mum, but there was still a Death Eater left, but a second later there were more pops and a few new people were in the room (probably Ministry workers). The Death Eater Apparated and was gone, so I ran to mum.

I got to mum and she was pale, it looked like the life was drained out of her. Tears were starting to reach my eyes; she looked weaker, more vulnerable than she ever looked before (even more than a few hours ago were she was hit by that curse).

"Don't worry," the lone remaining Auror said. "She's just exhausted her power, she'll recover."

I didn't know what to say, I just nodded not taking my eyes off mum. I was waiting for Ron to come over; he needed to tell me everything was going to be okay. I grabbed mum's hand absentmindedly, I could see that her pain line relaxed a little when I did, and it made me feel better. Some of the fear I was feeling started to settle and I was able to look around to see the damage that had been done to the area. I spotted Ron kneeling over someone, the frown evident on his face; the messy black hair was the only thing that I could see. My heart banged against my chest, it was Uncle Harry! What happen? Was he okay? The panic doubled in a moment, but Ron had stood up and walked over to me.

"How is he?" the Auror asked. I wanted to ask, but the words were caught in my throat, he wasn't moving.

"He's in bad shape," Ron said with a grim look. "But he'll be okay. How is she?"

He looked intently at my mum, it was beyond a worry look, and I would imagine it mirrored my face exactly. "She used a powerful spell, it drained most of her energy, but she'll be okay." The worried looked vanished from his face, and he grinned and muttered something to himself. The Auror was an annoyingly bright sort of girl and said, "You know when you first left the fight I was a little annoyed, but it seems you had a very good reason." She looked at me.

"I didn't just…" Ron started, like he had to justify his actions.

"I know Ron," the Auror said brightly smiling. "I saw the look between you and Potter. I thought it was a bit stupid to send an Auror away from a full blown battle to save someone, but Potter seemed to step up to a level I've never seen before. The worry vanished from his eyes, not to mention when Ms. Granger got here, well let's just say we wouldn't have made it without her. You went and got her didn't you?"

"Yeah," Ron said, "Because A…."

"Yeah I get that now," the Auror said, "Why didn't you tell me your son is… well you know? That would be a huge story you know… oh don't worry you know I wouldn't say anything Ron, it's not my style."

"Yeah," Ron said stone face; I was starting to feel anger myself; how could she so casually talk about my heritage like that? She must have realized that it was a difficult situation. "What happened here, Lor?"

"All business and no fun," Lor said with a grin, and then went on. "Like I said, Potter went insane, not to mention impressive, knocking out so many of the Death Eaters and shielding our group, but we were in pretty bad shape, being out numbered five to one. We were struggling… they had taken out Haze and Jack pretty fast (you had run out on us) and Ranen wasn't there either." At the mention of Ranen Ron's face became blank and stony, but he made no comment. It seemed like it wasn't the right time to tell of his duplicity yet, so following Ron's lead I didn't say anything either.

"Tenten was hit just as Ms. Granger came in," Lor continued not noticing the darken look on Ron's face. For Lor's part a huge smile appeared on her face, "it was amazing really, I had no idea that she was that powerful, I mean we've all read the stories but still she was fantastic."

"It's bad if you ever underestimate Hermione," Ron said unable to repress a grin as he looked down at mum.

"Yeah, I mean I hear Potter and even you say that you wouldn't have made it through the war if it wasn't for her, but you are both so strong and capable… but man I see it now, I can believe…"

"Okay, okay," Ron said getting annoyed (though he was still grinning), "I know she great, now get on with telling me what happened."

"Oh sorry… It's just mind boggling," Lor said turning red. "Well, she walked in waving her wand and chanting; then something weird started the happen. I'm not really sure what it was, but it seemed to greatly distract the Death Eaters, their spells started going all crazy. Or at least they couldn't aim well anymore, but we could aim fine. She looked at Potter and he nodded and then he told me (the last remaining Auror) 'Shot them fast.' He stood up, no longer hiding for cover and shot at the Death Eaters, which there was still plenty of. I thought he had gone crazy, he was leaving himself open but the Death Eaters couldn't hit him, the spell Ms. Granger was casting was preventing them from doing it.

"So I join Potter and started to pick off the Death Eaters too. But, one of the Death Eaters somehow got through the barrier of Ms. Granger's and sent a spell at her, but Potter jumped in front of the curse and was knocked down. I took out the Death Eater as Potter fell and I looked at her… she looked so pained when she saw him fall, but she continued her spell.

"Seeing her that determined after her best friend was badly cursed made me that much more determine too. It was probably only another minute before you came in… You three are really amazing. I can see why you…"

"Yeah… amazing," Ron said, as he kneeled down next to my mum too, and grabbed her other hand. She looked almost peaceful now, I could leave her in his hand and she would be okay. I got up, he looked at me and I stared back at him, then he nodded, like he could read my mind and knew I was checking on Harry.

Seeing Harry like that was almost as bad as seeing mum; he too looked weak and vulnerable. His nose looked broken, blood was all over his face, and he was lying in an odd matter. But it was the pain on his face and the shadow of the spell that made things so bad. Before I could even kneel by him Ron was talking to me again. "Can you carry your mum? We need to get them to the healer."

I nodded and walked back to mum, as he walked over to Harry. The Auror suddenly got anxious, "Wait, they shouldn't be moved, you don't…"

"They need a healer, the quicker the better," Ron said his face set in stone.

"Then get a healer, or I'll get one but…"

"No…" he looked so fiercely it seemed to scare the Auror a little.

"You," the color drain from her face, "You don't trust me."

"Right now," he stared straight at her, a fiery blazing look in his eyes, "I trust only three people in this Ministry and two of them are unconscious and need help."

"But we work together for years," the Auror said in a hurt voice, "We were even partners for four of them… how…"

"Ranen was one of them," he said still looking straight at the Auror face. If it was shocked and hurt before, it was nothing to what it looked like now. She was taking shallow breaths and seemed to be losing balance. "If he can be one of them, then anyone can. I'm sorry, Lor, but right now I have to take care of my friends."

He lifted up Harry and started for the door and I did the same (with my mum). It seem that he did trust the Auror enough to walk out the door like this, but he did still have his wand in his hand in case he needed it.

"They were partners," Ron said softy, this betrayal seemed to be effecting him greatly. "I don't think she was one of them, she would have taken out Hermione and Harry if she was, but I can't be too sure."

Five minutes later we reached wherever it was that we were heading, not saying another word to each other. He put Harry down on one of the bed and motion for me to do the same as he called for a healer. One of them rushed over to them and started to work on them. Ron sat in a chair in the corner, keeping his eyes on both of them, making sure that nothing would happen to them. He was clearly upset about his friend betrayal; he really didn't trust anyone in the Ministry.

I stood next to him; it made me feel better being near someone that felt what I was feeling. I could see by the dark shadows in his face and the worried look in his eyes, that we felt the same. These were the most important people in our lives and it would be unimaginable to live without either of them. This man, my dad, would do anything to protect my mum from harm, but had enough understanding of her to know that she wasn't a porcelain doll that will break. He let her walk into danger because he knew that she not only could do whatever it was she did but that she didn't need protecting. At the same time his heart was ripped apart when he saw her, weaken and defenseless, and wishing he could take all her pain; he would take it if she would let him.

This is it. This is what I'm so confused about. I see it better now even then I did in that moment. He still loves her. He's totally and completely still in love with her. He loves me; he would risk anything and everything for me. I see that now, I see what they have all been telling me for years. My Dad Loves Me.

So why the bloody hell wasn't he here? Why haven't I seen him since I was born (except for two times that I barely remember)? Why didn't I have a father if he loved me and loved my mother? It doesn't make any sense. It not just him though, mum also loves him, I know she wanted him and I can see he wanted her too.

I'm getting worked up again and that won't do any good, I think I've calmed down enough to talk now. I have to talk to them to see what's going on. Nothing happened when mum finally woke up except that Dad and me took one of her hands each and she smiled. They just smiled at each other, signifying that they could talk to each other again. They're sitting down stairs now talking and waiting for Uncle Harry. He seemed to be happier than anyone that mum and Dad are talking and is taking advantage of the truce, in case it doesn't last and his best friends start fighting again. Somehow I don't think that will happen and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Well, I'm going down stairs and see what else I can learn. My head does seem a lot clearer now.

I've just reread what I wrote and it seems like I have no idea what to call Ron, my dad, this man, or the various other things I called him. I guess even in my own writing I'm unclear how I feel about him. Oh well, I guess soon I'll have a firmer grab on how I feel about him.