Chapter 1: The Vengeful Hat

A/N; welcome to another one of my slightly cracked plot ideas! That being said this is not a crack fic, I just love Won-Won and want him to get a little sweet and tender loving from the fanfiction community AND I haven't found any longer stories like it.

The plan for this is that updates will come out as I write them, normally I will write a story to completion before I begin posting but not this time.

finally a disclaimer, that any recognizable features in this story belong to J.K. Rowling, including characters, concepts, settings and even some descriptions and dialogue. I thank her for allowing us to use her work. And I hope you enjoy it.

Reviews are always appreciated,

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"Well," the hat's voice made him jump, echoing about in his head - it wasn't right, disembodied voiced echoing about in his mind, it was downright unnerving. "Another Weasley," The hat muttered, "You'll want to go to Gryffindor then? Just like all your brothers?"

"Yeah?" Ron thought back uncertainly. Where else would he go?

"I can tell you if you'd like, I can see a few places where you'd do well, better than you would in Gryffindor, in fact."

Ron didn't believe the hat, Gryffindor was the only place for him, with all his brothers - and Harry too, he and Harry were friends now.

"You've got a good mind, but stifled," The had said, sounding exasperated, "you don't try because you don't think you'll be really noticed either way. You're loyal to a fault, even if you might err sometimes you find your way back, you are just, you are the sort to step up and right wrongs - which makes you brave too, mind. And there is ambition there, not much, but it too has been stifled, you're cunning, have an immensely strategic mind-" Ron's ears were getting increasingly more red, he wasn't all those things, not really, and the hat sounded as though he was going to put him in Slytherin. The thought made him a little angry - Slytherin was for the bad wizards.

"You think I should go to Slytherin?" Ron thought the words in his head, even though the hat already knew what he was thinking, "Stupid hat. Put me in Gryffindor!" Ron thought with an angry mind. The hat huffed, and he felt it move on his head.

"SLYTHERIN!" The had said aloud.

"HEY!" Ron yelled at it as it was pulled off his head, the hall went silent until Fred and George both began yelling in outrage - even Perce joined in until McGonagall gave him a look and his well behaved brother quieted down.

"Mr. Weasley, please take your seat." McGonagall said to him, to the old lady's credit she looked dissapointed and spoke to him gently. "You can visit your brothers when the feast starts," she added, giving him a prod in the direction of the Slytherin table. Ron was going into shock as he sat down, this was really happening.

"Stupid bloody hat." He cursed, causing a chortle from Theodore Nott as Blaise Zabini joined them at the Slytherin table.

Dumbeldore advertised a few short words, and as advertised the feast began, Ron forgot his melancholy and loaded up his plate, doing his best to ignore Malfoy and his cronies, it was not to last.

"Can't believe the Sorting Hat thought you were up to Slytherin's standards, a blood traitor who needs to use his brothers hand-me-down pants." Malfoy said, Ron stood, bashing both fists on the table, his ears going red.

"Weasley, Malfoy, cut it out!"

Ron flinched as his head of house wacked him over the back of the head with a rolled up piece of parchment.

"My office after dinner." Snape ordered, Ron groaned. He'd heard of the sour bat-like potions master from Fred and George, even Percy didn't like the man and Percy loved teachers.

"That's got to be a record, even me and Fred haven't managed to get into trouble during the feast." A familliar voice made him smile. The Slytherins looked shocked out of their skin when three red heads and Harry Potter came to sit with him.

"Bloody hat has a vengeance," Ron mumbled. "I said put me in Gryffindor!" He said, George chuckled.

"I wish I'd let it put me in Slytherin now. I'm sorry Ron." Harry mumbled. Ron's ears coloured.

"I'm sorry, we can still be friends right?" He asked, horrified at his own placement, "I'm not an evil git, I promise." Ron's rather loud voice carried and a number of his housemates looked up to glare at him, Fred chuckled this time.

"No matter Ronnikins, I'm sure you'll be fine."

The feast was actually enjoyable for Ron, his brother's presence kept Malfoy away from him, and he had fun talking to Harry. Just about the whole table was dissolved in laughter as Fred and George retold the story of how apparently when the hat called Slytherin for Ron, Snape had choked on his drink and ended up with pumpkin juice dripping out of his rather large, hooked nose.

Dumbeldore stood to give the start of term notices and his Gryffindor posse had to remove themselves to their own table.

"Mr. Fitch has asked me to remind you the dark forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students, and the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds, to all who do not wish to die a most painful death. There is a list of banned items on Mr. Filtch's office door, it has grown extensively since last year. Now, off to bed with you all, classes begin again tomorrow."

Dumbeldore clapped his hands happily and prefects began to call for the first years to follow them.

Ron stood from his place at the table, and a seventh year prefect approached him, Malfoy in tow.

"Come on Weasel, Professor Snape wants to see you."

Ron could feel his ears heating, but he clenched his fist and let the insult pass. He'd have to find a way to make his housemates respect him or the next seven years promise to be miserable.

The two boys followed the prefect in silence, until they reached an office door, the Prefect knocked, and Snape's voice carried from inside. The door was open, and Ron shoved past Malfoy and walked into the room.

"Weasley, Draco." Snape said. "I can already see the two of you will be a problem for me and that's not something I feel like wasting my time on." Snape snarked. Ron glared at him.

"He started it!" Ron insisted, "he said I had to share my brothers pants. I don't." Ron insisted again, his ears coloring even more. Snape just glared at him.

"I can see you have a temper, Weasley, well remember you're not an impulsive, reckless Gryffindor. Reign in your temper and if I catch you fighting I'll see to it you serve detention with Filtch for the rest of the year. Draco, this applies to you too."

Ron was still glaring as they were dismissed, and he stomped off, the prefect had waited for them and led them to the common room.

"The password is belladonna." He told them and a blank slab of wall opened up stone by stone. Malfoy entered the common room first, followed by Ron.

His first impression was that it was expensive. The lounges were leather and looked quite comfy, the room was lit by candles and scones and fireplaces, desks and tables and comfy looking armchairs in green and silver were littered about the floor. The ceiling was vaulted, with large green windows which must have been looking into the black lack because every now and then he could see the blurry outline of a creature swimming past, it was too dark to see much else.

The floors were stone but covered in thick, plush green rugs and Slytherin banners hung from the walls here and there. Students were milling about, broken off into groups still excited about their summer.

"Boys dormitories are down the hall to your left, the girls are on the right, I wouldn't suggest trying to get down there though.

Ron didn't say anything to the prefect or Malfoy, he just stomped off down the boy's hallway.

His door was the second last at the end of the hall, a large wodden mahogany door which was circular, that he found odd, the room beyond was long with beds lined up either side in two neat rows, the ceiling was vaulted, with beams crossing the roof.

There were six beds, and Ron's was the furthest from the door on the left. They all had large four poster beds, with thick, heavy green curtains and matching comforter. There was a piece of furniture which had five drawers next to his bed and five shelves on the other half, and each student had a large wardrobe next to that.

His battered old trunk initialed A.W. was at the end of his bed.

"A.W. Really, they couldn't even afford to get you a new trunk? It's obvious you need it Weasel."

"Sod off Malfoy," Ron said, Malfoy's buffoons stepped forward cracking their knuckles.

"It was my father's, alright? Charlie and Bill got their own trunks, Percy has Bill's, Fred and George have my uncles' old trunks, I've got dads and Ginny's going to get mums!" Ron yelled at Malfoy who was laughing.

"You know what else is a right laugh?" He continued, though Malfoy wasn't at all humbled by the little speech. "I have Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat, my robes were originally brought second hand for Fred and my school books are Percy's old ones and before that they belonged to Charlie. Ha Ha Ha Ron doesn't have any money, right, we've all had a good bloody laugh, now leave me the bloody hell alone!"

Slamming curtains shut wasn't as satisfying as slamming a door shut. But he did to change into his pajamas, then the red headded boy resurfaced to get his toothbrush and brush his teeth.

When he returned he noticed the boy in the bed next to his was looking at him.

"What do you want Nott?" Ron asked.

"You don't have to be embarrased," He said, "my robes are second hand too, I have three older brothers. Two of them have already graduated and the third is in his seventh year."

"My robes are tailor made," Blaise Zabani said, "but we can only afford it because my mother keeps up a steady trail of 'new, rich, daddy's' to support us."

Ron nodded to the, unwillingly touched by their admissions.

"Do you have stuff from home to pin up?" Theodore changed the topic. Ron opened his trunk and pulled out the large Chuddley cannons flag. Theodore cringed, "you actually support the cannons?"

"They're going to make a comeback," Ron said. Blaise rolled his eyes, pinning up a little photo of a woman and man, a calendar and a flag from puddlemere United.

Ron pinned his flag next to his bed. On the wardrobe doors he pinned up wizarding photos of his family members, glad he'd brought them now he wouldn't be in the same house as his brothers, along with some more cannons flags and chocolate frog cards and other bits and pieces. Ron went to sleep quite early that night. It had been a horrible day full of unexpected twists, and he hoped that tomorrow everything would look a little better.

Classes were no better than his first day at school had been, he got detention in Transfiguration for fighting with Malfoy and no matter how hard he tried he just didn't get along with the Slytherin boys. The girls were, if it were possible worse! They claimed he was too poor to be of any interest to them, he hexed them without hesitation - and got into trouble even worse for that.

It was along these lines that Ron Weasley became more isolated, his temper seemed to be under control by Haloween but what everyone didn't realize is it was still there, burning just under the surface, and it was Haloween that everything seemed to come to a head.

They had charms with the Hufflepuff's, and finally they would get to attempt the levitation charm, which was exciting, but Ron couldn't get his feather to rise, he could hear Malfoy and his buffoons snickering behind him, and tried his best to ignore them, but it was no use.

He managed to get the feather to rise slightly, which earned him three points because no one did any better and after class the tall boy tracked down Malfoy and without rhyme or reason punched him in the mouth. The boy was left spluttering and bloody, and Ron walked away feeling much better, a little smile on his face, even the large meaty baboons were too shocked to do anything.

It was not to last, spoiled prick that Malfoy is had his cronies hunt Ron down, Goyle held his hands behind his back and Crabbe took to him like a punching bag, Ron's taunting of their stupidity and lack of magical talent didn't help at all, and ended up with his wand being snapped on him. Ron stayed in the boys bathroom after that, a quick glance at his reflection saw his eye swollen and bruised, his lip and eyebrow both split. He though he might have even had a cracked rib, and his stomach ached from the pounding.

He knew he was missing dinner, and wasn't surprised when no one came to look for him. A noise in the hall made him turn, it was an odd sound, like something large was being dragged along the ground.

Ron frowned, and then with a mighty crash and the splintering of wood, the door to the boys loo was blasted in and splinters filled the room, with a roar a fully grown mountain troll charged him.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron swore ducking out of the way. He grabbed his wand, saying a word that would make his mother wash his mouth out with soap if she'd heard when he pulled out half the stick.

The troll lifted its club above its head and smashed it down on the sinks, causing water to spray the room, the troll was distracted briefly and Ron took the time to stare at his broken wand with a hopeless expression. The troll was blocking his exit. And he grumbled. How did a troll even get in, they were really stupid?

Throwing caution to the wind, he made a dash for the door, but was blocked by the club again, having to retreat to the far wall. The troll lifted his club again, and with no other options, with half his wand Ron pointed at the raised club and said "Wingardium Leviosa." The club slipped from the trolls grip and the stupid animal looked up at the floating object. Then Ron's wand sparked and the club dropped, right on the head of the troll, there was a hollow sounding thunk, the troll swayed, then crashed to the floor.

Ron smiled, "huh, wicked." He stepped over the troll and made to leave the bathroom when Snape, Dumbeldore and McGonagall showed up, McGonagall made a noise which he could only describe as a squeak.

"Mr. Weasley!" She cried, "explain yourself immediately!"

"Er," Ron said, Snape sneered.

"Thought you could go play the hero did you?" He asked, then got the look on his face which Ron recognised as meaning he was about to get a detention.

"No! I had to use the bloody loo, how was I supposed to know there was a bloody troll in the school!" He partially lied. "It came in here when I was washing my hands, I'm lucky I'm not friggen dead, if I didn't learn the levitation charm today I would be!"

"It's knocked out?" McGonagall asked, he was relieved to see they seemed to believe him. Madame Pomfrey came in then and rushed to his side, mumbling over his bloodied face from Crabbe and Goyle.

"I hit it in the head with its club. Mountain trolls are really stupid, see, it wasn't hard to dodge it. My wand's broken though."

"We'll see you get a replacement, Weasley." Snape said with a sneer.

"I'm taking this boy to the hospital wing," Pomfrey announced, Ron grumbled but she'd hear none of it, and Ron was forced to follow the healer up to the fourth floor.