George wasted little time in dropping the book copies off at each of his siblings, his parents and Harry and Hermione. He left without answering questions, much like what Neville did to him. He had something he had to do.

Walking along a well tended path, he gave a watery smile to a rather fresh and well tended grave.

"Hello Fred..."

He talked to the stone for a few minutes and read for hours, pretending he was answering things and making smart comments about everything Ron got into they didn't know about. They knew the troll, but not the Devil's Snare. They knew of the chamber, they didn't know that Ron had been trapped with a possibly mad lying professor. They knew of Sirius Black, they didn't know the details of him being dragged into the shack in the Whomping Willow. They knew so many of their adventures, yet, there was so many things they didn't know.

"You know, it's funny. We were getting into a lot of trouble when we were his age, but he really took the cake."

"You remember what we were doing when he was running around?"

There was a slight breeze that turned a few pages.

"Yeah. Lot's of pranks. I wonder if he knew what we used to do... That's it!"


Charlie teared up as he read the chaos his youngest brother had gotten into during his seven years, he should have had a relatively normal school time.

Instead, he had been fighting for his life every year. Be it He-who-must-not-be-named (mainly He-who-must-not-be-named) or some other crazy individual.

It made the dragon pick seem more normal. Hell, he had to reread the traveling into the forest at least three times when he read that he had ran into Agromantula and its' children. He had told Ron that he had to get over his fear of spiders for many years. Although, given his run in the forest, Charlie couldn't fault him for his fear, especially since he had apparently stood next to Harry as he had spoken to the grand blind beast, and was chased out in their dad's car.

And what was he doing? He was watching dragons- okay that was pretty cool. He loved what he did, but he was surprised that Ron never boasted about what he had seen in his years in Hogwarts.

He had taken notes with his reactions of each little thing he had learned about his brother. He knew it wouldn't make up for the apparent secrets between the family and Ron. But it would be a start.


Bill was sure he had a red mark on his face from smacking himself so many times. He thought he knew his brothers pretty well. And to an extent, he did.

Even if Fluer had made comments about how he had blushed particularly hard when he first saw her, Bill felt he knew his youngest brother as well as he could.

Apparently not if his younger years were anything to go by. The first year alone... The mirror...

It was haunting to say the least. Even Fluer seemed perplexed, not really knowing the younger boy- no. Man.

Both Bill and his wife wrote words of encouragement, surprise and slight reprimands for being an idiot, much like he was any time he mentioned Hermione.


Percy didn't want to read the book. Not when he realized what it was.

He liked his personal space. He was sure that Ron would want his. But there were questions. So many questions about what happened when his brother would run off.

For research only, he looked into the history of Hogwarts, through his youngest brother's eyes. He paled with the secrets he uncovered. The insecurities, the need to be great.

Had they not been Weasleys, bred with Gryfinndor their ideal, he could have very well landed in Slytherin. He wrote down suggestions of what could have been done in hindsight and wrote apologies for the many times he could have helped them.


Ginny wasn't interested in the book. She wasn't. She wasn't. Alright so maybe she did want to know a bit about the chamber. It wasn't all clear to her...

It ended before she knew it, learning more about Harry, Hermione and her own brother than she thought possible. The same brother who was so oblivious about basic relationships and yet was the only one overprotective when it came to relationships. She couldn't help but cry when she read about him standing inbetween Sirius and Harry during her second year. When she had asked Harry if it was true he confirmed it with a sad smile.

She hadn't known him to be brave when she was little. He was the scaredy brother. The one who was constantly afraid and received pranks from Fred and George. The one terrified of spiders, didn't know how to talk to girls, was stubborn and hardly thought through his words.

When did he change to the man she saw at the battle? Or in Dumbledore's Army?

He was still terrified of spiders, was hopeless at talking to girls who weren't Hermione (and even then there were some bad moments), was stubborn and hardly thought before he spoke.

But he had changed. He had grown up.

Absent mindedly, she drew doodles in the book of how she envisioned the different things he described.


Hermione wasn't sure whether to hug George or slap him for giving her what she was quick to realize, was a copy of Ron's personal journal. A particular sore spot between her and Ron when they had been traveling during their would have been, seventh year.

She had caught him writing seemingly meaningless things down while he was wearing the necklace that held a piece of Voldemort's soul. She had told him to stop wasting time. He had snapped at her that what he was doing was important.

Reading the journal now, she knew why. Within the end portion of the book, appeared to be a section filled with what one could assume was just busy work of pessimistic words. But she and Harry knew better. He was writing down everything that Voldemort was telling him. Perhaps to seperate his words from reality, or his own insecurities. So he would know what to fight while they searched for a way to destroy it.

And the fact that it had been going on for years, behind their backs. Even a small portion about him sitting in the Medical Wing when Harry was hurt or when she was petrified, it was all secrets written down.

Secrets other girls were privy to know.

She knew her boyfriend was dense. She knew he was self concious being the youngest son of very popular boys. But now with this book being read by witches of all ages, girls were starting to pay him a lot of attention. Even littlegirls. It was like he had reached Gilderoy Lockhart's level of fame and would be searched out. God forbid she take him into a book store now. He would be hounded by autographs. And if his attitude was anything to go by, he had no idea that he even had a book.

Well, he'd know about it by Christmas if she had anything to say about it.


Harry didn't know if he should thank Ron for documenting everything that they got into during their years at Hogwarts, or hurt him. He was leaning closer to hurting Ron given the look McGonagall was giving him now.

Harry wasn't surprised she had found out about the book. He was surprised however, that he had been called to her office.

She had been quite thourogh with a verbal lashing as she picked apart everything that they had from her over the years. Everything that had been oh so well documented in Ron's book. Harry was just lucky Hagrid wasn't in hot water over the Dragon's egg...


Time went on as Christmas grew closer, Ron had scrapped money together for everyone's gifts. An old cook book for his mum, a "flash light" for his dad, Some plates for Bill and Fluer, an earring for Charlie, some dusty official looking book for Percy, a notepad and disappearing ink for George, some Quiditch gloves for Ginny, a Quiditch team shirt for Harry with Krum's number on it, and a small but pretty necklace for Hermione. Heck, he even got some sweets for Neville and Luna.

Needless to say, he felt rather prepared for Christmas.

A follow up of sorts, showing different people's reactions.