Gifted

Ron has a strange inheritance.

Ch1 Surprise

Ronald Weasley was a normal boy in many ways. He was one of seven siblings. All of them with red hair like his, and all with freckles like his. Though, Bill's were disappearing with age. Yes, perhaps the only difference between Ron and his siblings was that he had an amazing knack for being utterly invisible. This was okay with him until he turned the respectable age of eleven. Okay, so eleven is still young, but for the Weasleys eleven was an age deemed pivotal. This was because they were a Wizarding family. At eleven, those with magical talents went to a school for wizards or witches. This is when a boy or girl may receive their first wand. "A wand", Ron's grandfather once said, "is the key one may use to unlock their powers." However, when Ron's godfather was a young wizard coming of age, his wand was broken and then fixed, but after that it never really worked right. Ron gathered he was much like his grandfather in that respect. But what Ron would soon learn was that he was much like his grandfather in almost every aspect.

The Burrow was particularly noisier than usual, which was saying a lot. The Weasley abode was know for making a non-assuaging amount of noise as it was. Molly Weasley was running around tidying the house. Arthur Weasley was dictating to Bill Weasley the best way to tell a high Ministry of Magic official to sod off. Percy Weasley was reading the Daily Prophet, and Charlie Weasley was showing the twins, Fred and George, where they would be hiding when an unsuspecting Harry Potter walks through the front door. The sign Ginny had just finished painting read HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY! in big green letters. Ron stood back in a corner watching the excitement. He smiled to himself when he thought of what a good day it was going to be. Harry's birthday was looming in he forecast, as well as, him leaving the Dursely's for good. Ron's father had talked with Dumbledore and some Ministry officials, and it was finally going to happen. His best friend was going to stay with him till they turned of age next year.

Suddenly in all of the commotion Mr. Weasley waved his hands in the air to prevent an outburst. Every red head turned in his direction.

"He's here!" he whispered. "Hurry, places!" The curtains were closed to shade the sun. It was dark in the house, and the house was quiet. Three figures walked through the yard, and stopped at the door which was strangely open. The taller of the three guarded the other two and steeped inside. The Weasleys, mistaking Sirius Black, for Harry jumped out, pulled back the curtains and shouted "SURPRISE!"

Sirius laughed, and bowed as Harry peeped around and blushed when he saw the adornments. Ron stepped up. "Happy Birthday, Harry!" Harry smiled and blushed when saw that the whole Weasley family was there. "Thank You," he whispered, and Ron, as well as Ginny led him up to the long table that was adorned with presents and a fabulous cake. Ron felt a tug at his heart string when tears formed in Harry's eyes.

Harry, along with his godfather and Remus sat, talked, and laughed. Ron was truly happy for Harry, and was glad that he could have another brother. Ron had his real brothers and a sister, but Harry was a friend that he could count on to remember that he was not invisible.

Later that day, when Remus went back to work, and Sirius left to visit his relatives in Spain, the rest of the red haired bunch took it easy. Harry and Ginny were having a heartfelt conversation about dark magic, so Ron went upstairs to fetch his poetry. None of his family knew about his love for poetry. It was something that he didn't want anyone to know, so naturally Harry and Hermione knew.

Ron stared down at the page where his latest poem was printed.

Spoken in soft song of a distant time

Sung in distant melody in forgotten rhyme

Mystic enchantments and broken dreams

You say I am the inherited one

But nothing is what it seems

Never was something so purely written. Ron knew that this poem must not be read by anyone, not yet.

That night, Molly and Arthur sat in silence. Molly knitted by hand, instead of magic. Tonight, she needed something to do with her hands. But Arthur could not be so easily amused. Time was running out. They needed to talk about it.

"Molly?" her hands kept moving. The needle dragging thread as it twisted and bobbed.

"Yes, Arthur?" she said not stopping her movement. Her eyes were still as they focused on the task at hand.

"Molly, he isn't getting better. He's getting worse." Molly paused at her movement. Her eyes still focused on her hands. "I don't know what to say to him, Molly."

"Don't say anything, Arthur." she finally looked up her eyes were earnest. "If he must come to such a fate, let him receive it on his own."

"You would have him do that?" asked Arthur.

"I would. Your father was a good man. But he was very bewildered. The things he left behind are not the savory possessions I intend to bequeath to my son willingly."

"We have no choice –" Molly cut him off.

"Of course we don't, because you leave him none. Ron is happier free. He holds himself in captivity. If you let him have what is his, as you say, then he will not have the freedom he was born to have."

"If we don't give him his inheritance, he won't have the power he was born to have." said Arthur hastily.

"Indeed, and what about the power he was born with. He will never believe in himself if he has to become someone else, Arthur. Don't you have faith in him?" Molly was now standing, her knitting forgotten.

"Of course I do, but I must fulfill my father's wishes."

"Then wait until Ron asks for it!" With that she got in bed and turned in the covers with her back to him. Then Arthur had a thought. "What about Regala?"

"What about her?"

"We could use her!" Molly Weasley smiled. "Perhaps."