"I don't know why you have to write him, Hermione."
It was a normal day at the burrow. The twins making mischiefs, Mrs. Weasley trying to stop them, the others trying to avoid Fred and George's pranks and Ron and Hermione arguing. During the past five years, their relationship has changed. Both became more mature and respected each other, but that didn't stop them from arguing about pointless things. Right now, Hermione was writing a letter to her pen pal Victor Krum, which Ron didn't like.
One year ago, Krum was Ron's biggest idol. He absolutely worshiped him, but that changed during the Yule Ball. Ron didn't even knew why, but he absolutely despised the fact that Hermione was writing to him. It was probably his over-protective brother modus again.
"I don't know why you are so against me writing to him. Wasn't he your biggest idol?" Hermione asked him annoyed by his behavior.
"The operative word is was. He's not my idol anymore." Ron replied.
"Even so, I don't understand why you won't let me write to him? Who I write to is none of your business, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione screeched in desperation.
"Because he is too old for you!" Ron cried. He just couldn't understand why Hermione wouldn't listen to him. It was clear that Krum didn't saw Hermione just as a friend. "He's gonna take advantage of you!"
Hermione looked incredulously at him. "That's what you think, Ronald? Viktor would never…"
"And how would you know that? You don't even know him. He could be a pedophile, Hermione!" Ron interrupted her. He was desperately trying to convince Hermione, but she wouldn't listen. It was like running against a wall again and again.
"A pedophile?! He's a gentleman, Ron. Something that you could never be!" Hermione replied.
Those words struck Ron hard. He didn't knew why, but Hermione's words hurt him a lot. Ron knew he wasn't as great as Harry, as smart as Hermione or as special as his siblings, but he was still a person. Ron always felt overshadowed by his friends and siblings, he was not extraordinary, he was just him. It was hard to live in their shadows and it didn't help that Hermione or his siblings always took the mickey out of him or criticized him. Hearing Hermione saying those words reminded him again how worthless he was compared to his friends and siblings.
"Oh yeah, what do you mean by that?" he challenged her. He knew that he probably didn't wanted to hear the answer, but he wanted to know the truth.
"What I mean by that? I can tell you, Ron. You're a lazy, insensitive idiot. Sometimes I wonder why we are friends at all." she stated while glaring at him.
Ron looked at her in shock. "You don't mean that…" he whispered.
"Really? Just look at us. We are always arguing about pointless things. I think the only thing that holds us together is the friendship to Harry."
Ron just stared at her incredulously. After five years of friendship, how could she think that. Did she forget all those times when they got along without Harry. True, they argued a lot, but in the end they always made up.
"Oh yeah? What about you? You always nag about everything and criticize me for stupid things." Ron countered.
"I don't nag about everything, Ronald. I just point out what we can improve." Hermione said angrily.
"That's exactly the definition of nagging."
"I DO NOT NAG!" Hermione exploded. She was glaring at Ron with such intense, that Ron swore that she was killing him with it. Her eyes were becoming moist.
"Oh stop it, Ron. You're being a big prat again." A familiar voice said. Ron turned around to see Ginny standing there glaring at him. Just now he noticed that the rest of his family were also there. Everyone of his family (excluding Bill, Charlie and Percy) were standing there and watching the whole scene.
"What, why is it me again? Hermione was the one who insulted me!" Ron tried to defend himself. He couldn't believe that his family always took side of his friends in their arguments. Just because he was sometimes hot-headed and didn't cry like Hermione in their arguments didn't mean that he was always the scapegoat. It always takes two for an argument.
"Yes, but just because you were being a dick about the letter thing." Ginny replied cooly.
"What, but I'm just looking out for her. He is too old for her."
"I AM OLDER THAN YOU, RONALD WEASLEY. I DON'T NEED YOU TO LOOK AFTER ME! I CAN TAKE CARE FOR MYSELF!" Hermione shouted. Ron backed away. He never saw Hermione that angry. The only time he remembered her being so angry was when he screwed up at the Yule Ball.
"Honestly Ronald, this is Hermione's choice whether she writes to Viktor Krum or not. I don't see you problem." Ron's mother said.
Ron turned around to his mom. In her eyes was a little disappointment in her son's behavior. Ron just couldn't believe it. Nobody saw his concern for Hermione. Everybody just saw how he was being a dick again.
Instead of replying to them, Ron turned to Hermione. "Did you really meant that, that I am an insensitive and lazy prat?" he asked her quietly.
Hermione was surprised by his question. She looked him deeply into his eyes. "Yes, Ronald, I do." she stated.
That was enough for Ron to know. He always knew that he was unworthy, but that was the proof.
"So you mean, I'm a lousy friend and stupid?" Ron asked her angrily.
Hermione looked at him intensively. "Sometimes…but…"
Ron ignored her. "If I am so lazy and insensitive, then you surely must think, that I'm stupid and worthless compared to you."
Hermione was lost for words. She didn't expected Ron to have such an emotional outburst. "I…I"
"Cut it out, Ron. You're exaggerating things." Ginny said.
Ron turned around to her angrily. He had enough of all of it. For years, he took the crap of his friends and family. It was always Oh poor Harry or Hermione, you're such an genius. They always fussed about those two, that Ron didn't even felt like a family member anymore. He was always the butt of Fred and George's jokes and he was the scapegoat for everything.
"Oh, yeah. What about the time, when I received the prefect badge? When nobody believed I actually received it?" he shouted in anger.
Everyone in the room rubbed their necks nervously and avoided Ron's looks. Ron knew that they felt bad for it, but it didn't justified their behavior.
"Ron, that was…" Fred tried to calm him down, but Ron interrupted him.
"I'm tired of it, alright! I'm tired of always being the scapegoat for everything! You all think that I can't do anything right." he shouted.
He gazed through the room. Most of them were just in shock. They probably never saw him like that, Harry was trying to avoid his looks and Hermione had tears in her eyes.
"Ron, I…" Hermione started, but Ron also interrupted her.
"If you excuse me…I would like to go outside. I need a little bit time for myself." Ron said while his voice was shaking. Then he stormed out of the room. He didn't look back and didn't stop when Hermione shouted his name. All he wanted was to be alone for now. For a few years he had hidden his feelings from his family. They didn't needed to know about them, they wouldn't care anyway. But it still hurt, knowing that you will never achieve anything, that you always be the disappointment of your family.
Tears were threatening to fall down Ron's cheek, but Ron gained control of his emotions again. He ran and ran, he didn't knew the destination where he would ran. He just wanted to be alone.
Compared to the others Ron really was nothing. He accepted his fate long time ago, but that didn't mean he wasn't affected by it and jealous of the others from time to time.
Bill…he was the eldest, the coolest. He has always been an idol for Ron. He rarely see him, but he is the one from whom he always seeks for advice.
Charlie…he was the one who always sought the adventure, he was the bravest. For Ron Charlie was always kind of a hero. Living with dragons, Charlie had the most dangerous life out of them all and Ron respected him for that.
Percy…although he was a dick, he was the smartest of his family. Sometimes Ron wondered whether Percy made the right decision with leaving his family, but he always shook off that thought. He loved his family despite all their faults and still will. Percy left, but because of money and power. He would never leave his family because of them. He regretted never having a good relationship with him. Although being a dick, Percy was a good brother, if he wasn't lecturing him again.
Fred and George…they were the pranksters, the ones who always could lighten up a person, they were the funniest. They always teased and pranked him, but Ron knew that they deeply cared for him.
Ginny…she was the youngest and probably his closest sibling despite all their fights. Before Hogwarts, both of them were best friends and always would seek for each others company. But during the past few years they drifted away from each other. Ginny was…well she was the only girl and perfect in every kind of way.
Harry…he was the boy-who-lived, the famous one. Ron knew that Harry didn't liked all his fame and he considered Harry as a seventh brother, but sometimes it was hard living in his shadows.
Hermione…she was the brightest witch of her age and absolutely brilliant in every way. Ron was so glad that she was his friend even if they both get on each others nerves from time to time. Recently Ron even noticed a physically change on Hermione.
All of them, they were better than Ron. He loved them all, but it was just frustrating to know that he could never reach their level and that he would be always worthless compared to them.
A sound interrupted his thoughts. Some limb was broken by someone. Probably just an animal. But as he listened to it again, the sound became louder. As if somebody was approaching him. Ron was panicking inside. It could be a thief or even worse a Death Eater. And should be one of them, then Ron would be defenseless, because he left his wand at the burrow. Ron looked around him, nothing there. His heart was beating like crazy, but there was no one. The surrounding was now silent, just the sound of some animals were still there.
Suddenly Ron heard something behind him. He turned around. The next thing he knew was something banging against his forehead and then he was engulfed by the darkness.
He woke up, in a small room. There was not much to see in it. On window on his left, a bookshelf on his right and a small disk and a door in front of him. He rubbed his eyes. He didn't knew where he was and how he got here. He was dressed in a maroon sweater. He put away his blanket and saw that he wore brown trousers. On his arms and legs, there were a lot of scratches and bruises like as if had been in a fight before he ended up here. He looked again through his room. It was nothing extraordinary there, but one thing that he discovered was strange. On the wall, there was a poster of a dark haired boy and a girl with bushy brown hair. Both of them were wearing black robes and holding a stick in their hand. He felt that they looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had ever saw them. His head was thumping. He didn't know where he was, how he got here and the worst thing: he didn't even know who he was. All his memories about his past life was just gone. The only thing he remembered was a black person with a stick who struck him down before he went unconscious.
Suddenly the door opened and a young girl around his age came in. She had short black hair and wore jeans and a black T-shirt. As she saw him, she smiled.
"Ah good, you're finally awake. I was already worried about you." she said to him friendly.
He just stared at her as if she was an alien. He swore that he never saw her in his life before, but then again all his memories were lost.
"Sorry, but do I know you?" he asked confused.
The girl smiled at him sympathetically. She shook her head. "No, unfortunately not. I'm Amy, Amy Wood." she introduced herself.
He wanted reply his name to her, but he remembered that he didn't knew who he was.
"I'm…I don't know who I am, sorry."
Amy smiled at him sadly. "Don't be, it's not your fault, that you don't know who you are. It's probably those wizards' fault." she said bitterly.
Ron looked at her confused. He didn't know who this wizards were, but apparently they were dangerous or Amy wouldn't talk about them so badly.
He got out of the bed, his back was hurting, but he didn't wanted to lay down anymore.
Amy looked at him worriedly and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You should go back to the bed." she said.
He just shook his head. "Trust me, it is better for me if I am standing."
Amy looked at for a few seconds, then nodded.
"Do you know where I am? And how I got here?" he asked.
Amy looked at him suspicious as if she was considering whether he was trustworthy enough to learn where he is. But after a few seconds, she replied: "You are at the MHC, the Magic Hunting Center." she replied.
He looked at her incredulously. Was she joking? "The Magic what?!" he asked.
"The Magic Hunting Center. We are searching for Wizards and Witches and hunt them down. They are probably the cause why you're here." she explained as if it was the most normal thing on Earth.
He couldn't believe what he just heard. Apparently Wizards and Witches exist and he landed in a organization where they hunt them down. He wanted to declare that she was crazy, but something inside was stopping him. Something inside was saying to him, that she was telling him the truth.
"You're not kidding, right?" He asked her suspiciously.
Amy shrugged. "I have no reason to do that."
He nodded. It was maybe the craziest thing that he ever heard (considering that he don't remember his past), but there was something inside that knew that she was telling the truth. A blurry memory maybe. Now as he thought about it, he saw someone in a black robe before he lost his conscious. That was before he got there. That would explain the poster on the wall. These people were wizards and witches.
"I believe you." he stated
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Really, normally, it takes longer than that to convince someone from the existence of wizards and witches."
"I know, but I remember someone with a black robe and a stick striking me down before I lost my unconscious. I guess that was a wizard right?" He asked her.
Amy looked at him in surprise, but quickly caught herself. She nodded. "Yes, that was a wizard. That proofs my theory that it was one of those bastards."
He looked at her confused. The way she talked about them, was like they all were bad people. Sure he was stuck down by a wizard, but that didn't mean that everyone of them were bad.
"Why do you hate wizards, so much? I mean just because a few of them a evil, doesn't mean all of them are evil." he asked her curious.
Amy just sighed. "That is something that my boss, Richard, should discuss with you. Now, you should…"
Suddenly the door flew open and a blond teenager stormed in. "Amy, I must…" his voice died as he saw him. The blond boy stood there paralyzed and he didn't even knew why. It was like he knew him and was astonished by his appearance.
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Do you know him?" she asked him.
The boy didn't answer. He was observing him for a few seconds. Then he grinned wildly at him.
"Do I know him? You bet I do! He is my best friend!" he explained.
He looked at the boy in shock. "Your…your best friend." he stuttered. He never thought he would knew someone inside here.
The boy was still grinning. "Of course. We have been best friends since kindergarten. Your name in Rupert Mathew Houston. But everybody just calls you Rup or Matt."
Rupert looked at the boy in a mix of shock and relief. He finally knew who he was, but he was just overwhelmed by all his feelings right now. He lost his memories, ended up in a strange place and met his best friend again. Rupert tried to remember him, but he couldn't. He was frustrated. Every single memory of his old life was gone. He didn't knew were his family was, where all his friends were, if he had a girlfriend, what kind of a character he had, if he was good at school. Everything was away. It was like he never lived and just woke up in a body that wasn't his.
He looked at the blond boy again. He reminded Ron of someone. Maybe his memories were slowly coming back.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you anymore. Could you tell me your name?"
The boy looked at him sadly. Rupert could see the hurt in the boy's eyes. The boy took a deep breath, then he answered:
"My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy."
Yeah, the first chapter finished. I hope you liked it. I really wanted to make a story where Ron is the hero (or the main character). I hate it how everybody either bashes him or make him just a small character with no meaning for the plot. This should be a story where Ron is in the muggle word, living with magic hunters and during the story all the plot lines will find together. I think that Ron would develop himself a lot more, if he wasn't with Harry and Hermione. (Don't worry, it is still a Romione story). People say, that Ron holds back Harry and Hermione, but I actually think that it is the other way around. Either way. Ron needs to develop himself and there is no better way, then to separate him for a while from his friends. And you probably wonder why Draco Malfoy is in the muggle world. Don't worry, everything will come out in the later chapters. I hope you liked my first chapter. It shall be the start of a glorious story (at least I hope so). Have a nice day guys.
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