A/N- Hi guys! Completely new to this so please bare with me! This story was originally written as part of a challenge for my friend. I only just rediscovered it and got the enthusiasm to continue writing it so i thought, hey why not just post it? Please let me know what you think, the good, the bad... I wanna hear it all. Please leave some sort of review/comment/criticism so I could know how you guys feel about this story. Also, I dont know if I'll be continuing because I dont know whether or not its worth investing in. So here's where you come in and tell me what ya'll think I should do. Anyways, I hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: Of course I dont own Harry Potter. I wouldnt be writing this would I? :P

Ron sighed and glanced at his bedside table. His alarm clock informed him it was just past 4am. He sprawled his body trying to find a position he could feel comfortable in. It was utterly useless. It had been this way ever since the end of the war, which had been just 2 weeks ago.

He couldn't believe the trauma and joy and the toxic mix of emotions the wizarding world had just been through in such a short space of time. He let his mind sink back into his usual train of thoughts, the same one that had occupied his mind for the last 2 weeks. Truth be told, he had no idea what to think or feel. He felt numb through it all, thinking about what he'd been through as he constantly replayed the events leading up to the battle of Hogwarts and the aftermath felt like a grizzly horror movie on repeat.

He sighed once more and turned over. It was no use trying to find peace, or sleep for that matter. He got up and made his way to the window watching the faintest beginnings of dawn starting to creep up over the horizon. The day might be a different one, but the horrors inflicted upon his world is still all the same.

Before he knew it, he heard the sharp rapping of someone knocking on his door. Trying to open his bleary and sleep deprived eyes, he could make out a figure with long red hair standing at the door.

'Oh, its you' he grumbled

'Ron, calm down its just me' Ginny smiled gently. 'Mum wants you to get ready. Um, you know what today is?'

He nodded solemnly. How could he forget? Is this what his life was going to be comprised of for the next few months, or even years? Constantly going back and forth between attending death eater trials, giving evidence and reliving the nightmare. Instead of allowing him time to heal, all it did was cut open his wounds once more, each time more painful than the next. And it became harder and harder to put the stitches back on.

'Ill make breakfast for you while you get ready okay?' She said. Then she exited his room.

Ron looked around his room. It was eerily tidy. It was not like he was a tidy person after all, he just didn't have anything else to do anymore. Stuck inside his room all day, that's the way he preferred it these days. Nothing about his life was upto him anymore. He couldn't even go out when it suited him because the press and the public would be all over him like flies.

Its not like he could just settle back into his old routine and continue living like his old self and be a normal teenager. No, he was now one of the three most famous wizards in history and a respected war hero. He groaned internally. He didn't want this, he thought things would be better after vol- he grimaced. And Fred.. his dear brother who.. Ron suddenly choked a dry sob and heaved a mouthful of air. He needed to get out. Out of here, this godforsaken house.. from his family. He needed to be anywhere but here, or at the ministry, in court cases, in front of reporters.

He jumped out of bed suddenly and started emptying his bedside drawers searching for parchment and a quill. He found one of Hermione's pens that she had left in his room instead. He shrugged and started penning a quick note.

Need a favour. Urgent. -RW

He grabbed Errol from his cage who was eating his owl snacks that Ron had given him from a week ago. It was hard enough keeping up with life without an owl to look after too. He hastily tied the piece of parchment to his leg and watched as he took off out of his bedroom window. He sighed a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding and flopped back onto his bed. Maybe, just maybe he could escape this nightmare.

Maybe he could actually do something. The thought scared him as much as it excited him as a shiver of nervous excitement ran through him. He'd have to wait and see, because he didn't dare get his hopes up. That was vital. Everything the war left in its wake had been bleak and gloomy, and seeing a good thing was even rare in these times. Ron didn't dare think his life would ever be good again, but maybe, just maybe, this was his chance.`

' I thought you said incognito?' Dean smirked from his cubicle as Ron made his way down towards him, hastily tripping over his robe as to make sure nobody saw him.

'What, you think this is bad?' Ron grimaced and worry suddenly lining his face. 'I knew it wasn't enough! I should've made my brows blonde! Ah, Hermione was always the best at this,'

Dean chuckled 'Relax, I'm joking. 'Course its good. Do you see any reporters or the general public falling at your feet? I only recognised you because of that bloody cloak. All the times I've seen you in it at hogwarts. Some things never change.' He said with a wistful smile.

It was things like this, and the attitude he said them with that Ron knew he had made the right decision. He didn't care, about what had happened or what he needed to do now. All he knew was that he was sick and tired of the way people treated him, like he was a broken clock, and any touch to fix him would break him apart. With Dean it was like nothing had changed. It was as though they were back in Hogwarts meeting up in the Three Broomsticks after a Quidditch match, laughing and joking about what had gone on. He made him forget there was ever a war, because everyone in his life so far were too deeply involved for them not to be a permanent reminder of the pain and loss they had all suffered.

'Well you know you shouldn't joke about things like that..' Ron said anxiously 'I get.. you know..' and he looked over his shoulder.

'Chillax' was all Dean said. 'Chill- what?' Ron said puzzled, making a face that was halfway between a grimace and amusement. This only made the smile on Dean's face grow bigger. 'Anyways, not like you look any better' Ron said pointing to Dean's bright red hair and elongated nose. Dean only raised an eyebrow in response. 'Ok buddy, I know you missed me and all that, but seriously, what's up?' Ron suddenly became sombre. Every part of his brain slowing down to drink in the simple question painfully. He opened his mouth, yet no words seemed to form. It was easier saying it in his head than aloud. But what was so difficult? He knew it was what he wanted, and he had thought about it plenty of times in his head.. But, what was it that was so strange with saying one's thoughts out loud?

' I need to change' There, he'd done it. Now he saw Dean's face change. Suddenly he looked older, the war flashed between his eyes and his face grew harder. He nodded once, staring deeply into his eyes. Then he spoke, his voice gravelly like it was scraped across sand.

'Of course' he said without moving his lips. His chair scraped back and he stood up.

'After you' and he directed Ron towards the rooms at the Hog's Head.