Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, as they were thought up by J.K. Rowling, someone very cool.
Note: Ron is a very excellent character, unfortunetly, he seems to get over looked waaaay to often. There is no way I am going to let this happen anymore. I am beginning a series that catalogs his life after Hogwarts. This is a the beginning of Ron's story. Enjoy.
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Ron sighed and flexed his gloved fingers. "Good, good, almost there" he muttered to himself, waiting, waiting to hear, or rather feel the slight shock that meant the cog was secure. GOT IT! All his senses screamed as the shock surged up the bloody wire he was winding. Ron snipped the wire close to the cog and reached for his wand, "Ray namack, arei tui," he whispered, the strongest healing spell that existed. This person, Donna Figg, she would be dead by morning, sad it was, when people lost all comman sense in order to stand up for what their values were. Ron layed his hand on her repaired chest, yes, there it was, the cog and wire, each pump of her heart would wind the wire closer and closer, around and around, until it started to cut into the heart it's self. It was a terrible death, incredibly painful, Ron himself had never quite understood how he'd mangaged to invent such a device.
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"HEY!" Ron swerved his car out of the way and stopped, a girl was standing, frozen in the middle of the road. Ron stepped out of the car. "Are you okay?" He asked more gentley this time.
"Huh? Wh-what?" She couldn't have been more then six.
"Where are your parents?" Ron asked, looking around anxiously, forgetting that if she'd had anybody with her at that time, they'd probably would have been at her side in a flash.
"I don't have any."
"So what are you doing out here?" Ron asked, thinking there was definitly something weird about her.
"I don't know, stayingjust staying," she replied aimlessly.
"What's your name?" asked Ron, positive there was something wrong about this.
"I don't have one."
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The little girl had been taken in by Ron. He really didn't know why he'd done it except that she had been totally alone and well, just completely alone and so young.
"Ronny, Ronny, you're funny!" She laughed, smiling and pointing.
"So're you, Rose," Ron said, wishing he knew what to do with her. She'd been with him for three weeks, he'd named her Rose because once, when they'd gone out for a walk, she'd seen a bunch of flowers could only name one: "Rose!"
She was so sweet, the whole world melted away for her, his flower child, redeeming the world with her innocence, Ron thought it was cuel to make such a being grow up.
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"Ronald, go to St. Anne's church, go to the middle bench on the left, wait there," the voice on the telephone whispered hoarsley, Ron winced as he heard the telephone slam. Bloody hell, I should just buy a new name and disappear he thought bitterly. He hated this job, it was really quite ridiculos, right now he was like the go between man for Voldermort and the ministry. The Ministry wanted tracking devices instaled, Voldermort wanted weapons put into people. So far, it seemed Voldermort liked the heart ticker best, though he was paying Ron a very large sum of money, (Ron loved money,) to invent some new machines.
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Why do they have to be so bloody secretive?
Ron wondered angerily as he circled around and around, looking for St. Anne's.* * * *
Ron had been sitting in the middle bench on the left for three hours. Screw this, I'm gone, they want me, they had damned well better be punctual next time. Ron thought, scribbling down a note an leaving it saying:
I am a busy manthe best in the buisness, if you require my services, then kindly, please show up.
Ron signed it quickly, with his thumb print, and headed out the door. Probably the ministry, they always think they're too good to actually be on time. Ron thought as he drove home, wondering if Rose was too tired to watch some TV with him before bed.
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"Hey! Sleeping beauty!" Ron roled over, only a new Deatheater could be this obnoxious.
"My master sez you gotta do somethin' for 'im, here's it is," something felt like a cardboard role hit Ron in the forehead.
"Aww, screw off, you idiot deciple, go get Voldie to fuck you and teach you how to speak FUCKING ENGLISH!" Ron roared, finaly getting out of bed and staring at the figure standing over him. There was a tense pause.
"BOO!" Ron suddenly shouted, the Deatheater jumped about a foot in the air and started to fumble for his wand- he wouldn't last long.
"Alright, to whom do I answer to?" Ron asked, switching on a lamp and unplugging the cardboard role, two keys fell out. Ron rolled his eyes. Oh brother, why don't they just send me a message saying "this tape will self destruct in a few seconds"
"Mr. Draco Malfoy," deatheater said importantly.
Ron survived him as if he was an insect to squash, "Oh," he mouthed silently, as if he had no idea who this "Mr-Draco-Malfoy" was.
"When and where?" Ron asked, now picking up the keys to examine.
"Here," the Deatheater said, handing Ron a photo.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WILL YOU JUST TELL ME WHERE THE HELL THIS FRICK'N PLACE IS!" Ron exploded, he'd had it with all this stupid, tacky, hush-hush crap.
"Merian's street, the back all of "Drake's," the Deatheater spluttered nervously.
Ron gave him an encouraging smile, "there," he said soothingly, "there, that wasn't so hard, was it now?"
The Deatheater's eye's glared at him from behind the mask.
"Don't mock me," he said dangerously.
"Sorry, I'm just sick of driving around and gettng lost all the time," Ron said humbly, he knew when to quit, so that he could get his quick jab and be forgiven.
"Nah, I get cha' that's what they ta' me tonight 'Yo, you get here, and no, we ain't given you no dirctions," the Deatheater mimicked irratibily.
"Tough buisness we got into, eh?" Ron remarked, wondering if this really was a deatheater, not a spy from the ministry.
"Dumbledore was trying to contact you," said Ron evaisivly.
"Shit no, when? WaitFUCK!!" the "Deatheater" slumped down in a chair across from Ron's bed, he was probably thinking of running and hiding.
"Never mind, chap, never mindI won't say anything, I'm cool, these things have to happen, you learn from them, no?" Ron said, feeling a little sorry for the guy sitting in front of him, he knew it was hard to be playing both sides at once, and even more so when you were just starting out.
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"Hello, Weasleymy, my, you've grown up haven't you?" whispered an oily voice in Ron's ear.
"Uh huh, rightwhat am I doing this time?" Ron asked immpatiently.
"There is a girl without a name, she roams the streets, with no memory, she will live forever, never aging, never rememberingdo you know why?"
"No," said Ron flatly, racking his brains, trying to figure out why that sounded so familiar.
"Because, Weasley, she has a heart of pure amberit is enchanted, forever keeping her young and immortal," Malfoy breathed.
"D'you think it's possible to stop muttering in my ear? It tickles," said Ron loudly, oh how he loved to ruin drama.
"Shut up! Dick," Malfoy spat, making stark contrast with his former mysterious tones.
"Yeah yeah, cut to the chase," Ron said dryly.
"You find her, and bring her to this house," Malfoy handed him a picture, " number thirteen, Rasmount drive, is that clear? You must bring her there at exactly two fourty four in the afternoon, is there any problems?"
"YesI don't see any money coming my way, just a long life to some sleez ball who's already immortal," said Ron flatly.
"Name your price," Malfoy said, looking slightly abashed, something which struck Ron as a little odd.
"The right to end my contract here when and however I please-WITHOUT ANY CONSICQUENCE OR PUNISHMENT," Ron said, emphasizing every word, knowing that if he was going to hand a little girl over to Voldermort, he was going to get everything he could out of it.
"Done."
Ron stood up and put on his long black coat, Malfoy caught him on the sholder, "I meant it, you really have grown up you have a place with us whenever you want."
"Thanks, Malfoy," Ron replied, confused as to why anyone would want to get "a place" with those screw ball followers.
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Okay, look out for part two, as I said before, this is going to be a rather long seriesthis is like, only the first chapter peoplelook out for "The Boy Who Lived"-that's the next edition to this series about Ronanywho, please review, and THANK YOU FOR READING!