Hi! I'm Dreams and here is the continuation/sequel/expansion/whatever of 'Never Ending Battle', my first story, which I suggest you read to understand better the next chapter.

This first chapter is also my Xmas gift to Loony-1995 (who has great stories). So, Merry Christmas, Loon! :D

In the first few chapters I'm going to present you with this world I've imagined, so expect a few flashbacks. It's going to be a slow process, so if you're interested, please be patient.

Also, if there is a mistake of any kind, feel free to point it out.

Warnings: This is AU, so the characters are OoC, but I try to keep their essence as much as I can.

This is also slash, if you don't like that, well, goodbye, and I hope you find something entertaining to read.

I am very lazy, but I'm on break right now so I'll try to write as much as I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling and other people do. This disclaimer stands for the whole of the story.

Update: I fixed the mistakes I spotted.

The situation Ronald Bilius Weasley found himself in was, a bit… awkward. Not to mention dangerous, as it seemed the wheels were already turning in the Twins' heads.

Ron gulped.

Why, oh why did the Hat put him in Slytherin?

'Oh Merlin,' thought the blue-eyed boy as he walked to the Snakes' table. 'They'll hate me! And disown me! I really do hope the Twins will wait until tomorrow to make something blow up in my face. I have to survive the night first, though.'

To get the students and teachers (minus Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, for some strange reason only he knows) out of their shock, Minerva McGonagall called 'Zabini, Blaise'. He was, rather quickly, Sorted into Slytherin. This gave everyone an excuse to keep on staring at the hero of our story.

Ron sat at the very end of the Slytherin table, a few places down. He had a blank look on his face, while he looked at the table across the Hall, the Gryffindor table. Harry James Potter managed to catch his eye and gave a small reassuring smile, the red-head did his best to return it, and nodded quickly; he knew they wouldn't be able to be friends after his Sorting.

The sixth Weasley was too afraid to look at Percy's face; he didn't think he could take the disappointed look he was sure to get. A pity, really, as his older brother was trying to get a hold of his gaze to give him one of his, in Ron's words, 'WC' smiles -warm and comforting-.

To his right he felt clapping and some cheering, though not very enthusiastic. Two or three minutes later Blaise Zabini walked right past him, ignoring him completely; Ron didn't mind much.

'Are you alright?' a soft voice asked, slightly concerned.

'Yeah, thanks. I'm jus-' Ron began to answer, but was cut off.

'Shocked? Confused, maybe?' He chuckled. The owner of the voice was a girl with stormy grey eyes and slightly curly caramel brown hair, who wore glasses. 'My name is Jane Sterks.'

'Ron Weasley'

'Glasses, why are you talking to the Weasel?' asked Vincent Crabbe.

'And I thought you were the smarter of the two.' The red-head said, with an angry glare. 'I guess I was mistaken. I also thought Slytherins were supposed to be good with words; knowing what to say, when, and in front of who.'

The ones within earshot laughed. Crabbe went red.

'Well, Weasley, you certainly excel in that area.' Pansy Parkinson said, pleasantly surprised.

'When you're the youngest of six brothers, and have a spoiled little sister, words is the only weapon you have left. Parkinson, is it?' Ron answered, charming smile in place. If he was going to survive seven years of that, he better make the right approach.

The girl hummed in agreement, 'Pansy Parkinson, actually.' She said, extending her hand.

'Pleasure to meet you.' The blue-eyed boy said back, shaking it.

'You know? Against all odds, I may actually like you.' Weasley chuckled.

'Same here.'

'Pansy, really?' A drawl was heard.

'Oh, shut it, Draco. He's proven he's got a sharp tongue, and he definitely has some balls, unlike you.' Everyone who heard laughed, while Malfoy's checks turned pink, 'Just like in the train' thought Ron, frowning a little. He hadn't laughed, just let out a tiny chuckle; in his opinion, Malfoy had some mayor balls, enough to go into Harry freakin' Potter's compartment, and borderline demand his friendship.

'Thanks, Pansy' He may disagree with her, but the dark haired girl had still defended him.

'Anytime, Ronnie.' He raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn't say anything. It didn't really annoy him when Pansy said it.

Maybe being a Slytherin wouldn't be so bad after all, at least for the moment.

All through the Feast, Ron and Pansy had talked, getting to know each other.

He had learned she was an only child, loved numbers and had a soft spot for animals and Magical Creatures. While she now knew about Ron's useless rat, Sccabers, his love for chess and Quidditch and that he got along better with his three oldest brothers.

Jane joined in occasionally, but she spent most of the meal talking with Daphne Greengrass, as they had made fast friends on the train. It looked like they understood each other perfectly; they reminded Ron of Fred and George.

By the end of the Feast, our freckled boy could safely say, he and the dark haired girl were friends. Because if there was one thing Ronald Bilius Weasley knew about, besides chess and Quidditch, of course, was making friends.

Thank, Merlin.

After the Headmaster dismissed them, Ron and the other First years followed the prefects out of the Great Hall.

While doing do, the red-head saw Percy approaching him with a 'WC' smile. The older boy knelt in front of Ron and said.

'You know, Ron? I always thought you had more cunning than the rest of us put together; you certainly have more tricks up your sleeve than Fred and George, use them well. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be proud of you, and I'll always love you.'

'Thanks, Perce'

'You're welcome, Ron'

'Farley, Flint' Percy acknowledged his fellow prefects.

'Weasley' said Flint. Farley just nodded.

Pansy turned to the blue-eyed boy, 'Looks like your family hasn't shunned you yet.'

'Percy won't. Bill and Charlie won't either.' The younger one paused for a moment. 'But, the Twins? Ginny? And, oh Merlin, Dad! He's not going to talk to me ever again. Mum will try to make it right again, she loves her family, she doesn't want to lose it, but I don't have many hopes.' He made a face and then sighed. 'You know what? I probably should start writing my will, not that I have many things, but still. Fred, George and Ginny will kill me!' Pansy chuckled.

'Don't be a drama queen. Even though, you should, Mother told me that's a little known Slytherin trait.'

'Mother? That sounds too formal.' Ron said frowning. Pansy shrugged.

'That's how it is in Pureblood families.'

'Wealthy Pureblood families, you mean.'

'Well, yes, I guess you're right, Ron.'

The prefects lead them down into the dungeons.

'This is the classroom where you'll have Potions this year. And down that corridor is Professor Snape's office; he is our Head of House.' Pointed Gemma Farley, the female prefect. 'We're about to go even deeper into the dungeons, so pay attention. Don't worry, though, during the first month we'll escort in and out, and you can always ask an older student to help you.'

They made a lot of turns, right, left, left, right, and so. The little ones' heads were spinning.

'And here we are! The entrance to the Slytherin Common room!' Flint merrily announced. 'Amortentia! I'm sure you already know our Head is the Potions Master here at Hogwarts, so many of our passwords are names of potions or ingredients.'

'It looks like it's well hidden.' Daphne commented.

'Oh yes, yes it is.' Answered Flint, while leading the First years through the door.

'But not as well as Hufflepuff's.' Interjected Farley. 'Ours hasn't been found in over seven hundred years, but theirs has never been found. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the password changes every fortnight, so keep an eye on the notice board.' The younger ones nodded.

When Ron and Pansy finally stepped into the room, they were awestruck.

The Slytherin Common room was long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire cracking under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and it looked like all the Slytherins were silhouetted around it, some sitting in high-backed chairs, some on the floor, and some standing. There was a large, unoccupied sofa positioned directly in front of the fireplace.

'Alright, midgets! You have prime seats tonight!' Gemma said, motioning them to the sofa.

Once they were all seated, the six Slytherin prefects faced the crowd. A pretty girl, with blond hair and clear blue eyes started talking.

'Hello, my name is Dana Lasnting. I'm the Seventh year female prefect, and I, alongside James Istmore, my fellow Seventh year prefect, are going to tell you a little about Slytherin House.

'First of all, we are not evil just because we belong in Slytherin, as some m-'

'Almost all of the Wizard World.' James interrupted, quickly putting on an innocent face when Dana turned to glare at him. Everyone laughed, snorted or chuckled, including Ron, surprising himself and those around him.

'Well, yes James, you may be right, but now's not the moment for that. Anyway, let's go on, Slytherin does not equal dark or evil.'

James spoke this time.

'It's common for older Gryffindor students to pick on new Snakes. The best way to get them to back off is telling us prefects, or any older student, and we'll take care of it.'

'And don't worry if you have any kind of problem with members of another House, or with a fellow Snake, we'll help, because here in Slytherin we're family. And if you have questions about anything, no matter how silly they might seem on your young heads, we'll be there to answer them.'

Ron got a warm feeling on his chest. This was what he'd always wanted. Someone to always be there to look after him, a family. Well, he did have a family. But it wasn't as tight as he could the Slytherins were. And while, yes, he'd gotten a taste of it with Charlie, Bill and Percy, his two oldest brothers were away and their visits were few and far between and Percy had been away at Hogwarts. Ron just hoped they could spend a little more time together now that he was there too, even if he was a Slytherin.

'Now munchkins,' Dana said. 'Why don't you introduce yourselves to your House mates? Ladies first.'

The five little girls stood up and arranged themselves in a line, facing the others. On the left end, stood a blonde girl with aqua green eyes, Ron recognized her as Daphne Greengrass. Besides her was a big girl with straight black hair, she introduced herself as Millicent Bulstrode. Then there was Jane Sterks, biting her lip softly, she seemed abnormally nervous. After her was a brunette with an obnoxious air about hair, she was apparently called Tracey Davis. And last but not least, was Pansy, with her dark hair and confident smirk, the older students seemed to like her attitude.

'Very well, young ladies, retake your seats.' And they did. 'Now up, young men.'

They, of course, obeyed. First was a boy with hair the color of hay and brown eyes; he was called Theodore Nott. Then Blaise Zabini, a tall dark skinned boy. After him, was Vincent Crabbe, dark haired and big. Next was Gregory Goyle, with chestnut hair and square jaw. Then Draco Malfoy, his eyes of steal looking right ahead, and his pale blonde hair combed perfectly. Finally, was, of course, Ron, with his eyes stolen from the sky and his hair the shade of fire. Their introduction was a lot funnier, thanks to the way everyone, except Dana- she had manners, and put them to use -outright stared at the Weasley.

When a confident, but not arrogant 'Draco Malfoy' reached the red-head's ears, he decided to give the blond a chance; they'd be sharing a dorm for seven years, after all.

'And last but not least, Munchkin, it's your turn now.' Dana smiled at Ron.

'Good thing you didn't say 'Ginger'.' Laughter erupted once again.

'I would never.' Teased Dana.

'I'm holding you to that.' He teased back.

The girl fake gasped. 'Cheeky.'

'Thank you.' Replied the boy.

She laughed. 'Alright, let the world know your name.'

Ron sighed, all the confidence he'd managed to muster, gone. 'My name's Ronald Weasley, Ron for short.'

Dana sensed his nervousness. She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, smiling at him.

'Off you go, little gentleman.' She waited until they were seated to continue. 'Now, here at Hogwarts there's no set bedtime, but I suggest you don't tuck in too late as tomorrow is the first day of classes. Especially you, Fifth years, your first class tomorrow is Potions.' Every Fifth year groaned. Dana chuckled. 'It's still early, so you have time to catch up, or do whatever you want. And welcome new Slytherins and welcome back to you the annoying rest.' Finished Dana. More laughter was heard, Ron liked that.

He turned to Pansy. 'So, what do you wanna do?'

She scrunched up her face in thought, making her nose twitch.

'You look a bit like a bunny.'

'Huh?' Pansy asked, confused.

'You look like a bunny. It's cute, actually. That'll be your nickname, Bunny.'

'So, now I'm a bunny?'

'Nope, you're Bunny.' Said Ron, a 'duh' expression on his face. It made Pansy laugh.

At the sound of it, Draco turned to them.

'How can you enjoy a conversation with the Weasel?' He asked.

'Enjoying it.' Was all he got for an answer. The red-head chuckled.

'What are you laughing at, Weasel?' asked Draco, defensively.

'Nothing…Ferret.' Replied Ron, a small, friendly smile on his face.

'Ferret?' A frown formed on Malfoy's angular face.

'Yeah, you look a bit like one, in my opinion.'

Draco felt he should be mad, but he wasn't, he couldn't actually. The red-head's smile, the Weasley's smile, stirred up something inside of him that made him want to smile back. So he did, while he extended his hand for Ron to shake. That's what changed it all.

'Alright then, Weasel.'

Ron was happy. The blond made him want to smile, just smile. Besides, his Mum had told him to never judge a book by its cover.

'Alright then, Ferret.'

'Hey, don't forget about Bunny.' Said Pansy smiling.

'Never.' Assured Ron.

'And you, Ferret?' Teased the girl.

'You know you're stuck with me, Pans.'

Her smile widened. She had a feeling a great adventure was nearing.

She couldn't have been more right.

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Dreams :D