Hey everyone,
IMPORTANT UPDATE! This will be the last month where I will be updating all 14 stories at the end of every month. I am just going to do the same thing everyone else does; either fully finish a story and then post the full thing or finish a chapter and then post it once it's written. However, there are stories, like to Read Into The Universe, where I will probably try to finish the whole thing and edit out the mistakes and whatnot and only then post the finished product.
I'm sorry if this upsets some of you, but I know about myself that I NEED to do this. Over the course of the last few months, I just haven't felt as if I have given these stories the attention they deserve and while I am happy with some stories and how some chapters are written, do I just feel lost and disappointed looking back on others. I'm just starting to feel like thinking: "I could have done better." when looking back at some of the chapters I wrote, so I made this decision. Onto the story.
Merlin's beard, this story is going absolutely amazing. To be honest, this is one of those stories where I wish it just wouldn't end. Still, I do have an ending for it planned and it will be sometime around the latter half of Order. Though I can give you all one guarantee before it ends; there will only be one death in this entire story.
Care to guess who,

Venquine1990
PS. This chapter is still pre-written, thus still with the old writing style. That will be changed once this story is finished. Also, I'm pretty sure that I have some pre-written chapters that are written in the new style.
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Chapter 07
The Worst Meeting Ever

9th of December 1995
Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts
Ron's POV

The last week has been really, really hard. Monday being filled with all of those accursed lessons – History, Defense, Potions and Divinations – did not help the way I still felt after the kidnap that took place on Saturday and the longer it lasted, the more I wondered how Harry managed to keep going after such an event.
Never more have I felt more pride and amazement over my best friend and his levels of patience and endurance, yet part of me also started to wonder if it really was endurance, whether or not it wasn't just because he had no other choice. This both made me feel even worse, but also made me even more proud to be a Secret Keeper.
"He wasn't giving the chance to heal from June until now. Maybe these last few months being alone in the Shack, knowing he is being helped and kept safe from immoral people will do that for him." I thought to myself quite a few times and this helped me fuel my determination to keep my resolve strong, no matter what.
I also made sure to use Dobby every other night to make a quick trip to the Shack, arriving at the same spot as where I was kidnapped and I would stand there for a few minutes, just to give Harry a little extra reassurance that I really am back from Voldemort's grasp, before having the little elf take me back, so I can go to bed.

By now, while I don't feel as if last weekend has never happened or as if I will easily forget what happened or as if I can go back to who I was before that happened, do I actually feel ready to head to Dumbledore's office. Though this is more to keep him from constantly sending me inquiring stares than out of pure free will.
The man is really grating on my nerves and I am even willing to partially blame him for the fact that I have had three nightmares of what could have happened last weekend and I made sure to inform Madam Pomfrey before heading for the office. "I'll head for the meeting and then make sure to send him to the Hospital wing."
I think to myself as I am waiting on the moving staircase to head up to the office and the knowledge that Madam Pomfrey is waiting to rant at him over not giving me enough time to heal from a traumatic experience and yet this does nothing to the unsure feeling I have in my gut about why Dumbledore might want to meet me.

I reach the door to the office, but even before I can knock, does the man tell me I can come in. I roll my eyes at this and do as said, yet I decide that chess is a two-player game. At least, that is my plan, until I notice that it's not just me and the Headmaster that is here as another person, who is cloaked from head to foot, is there.
This confuses and concerns me as I wonder what this man or woman could have to do with Dumbledore wanting to meet with me. "Mr. Weasley, thank you for finally coming." Dumbledore says, but I roll my eyes and say: "I would have come under better circumstances if you weren't being so determined to goad me here.
Though I will leave why for Madam Pomfrey to explain to you. So, who's the Dementor?" At this a snort comes from the person, yet his voice is contorted with magic to make it sound both male and female and Dumbledore says: "Ah yes, our friend here is the whole reason I wanted you to come here, actually. You see –."

But then the person makes me feel as if I actually have someone who understands why I don't like Dumbledore at the moment as he/she interrupts the man and says: "Mr. Weasley, your Headmaster has convinced me and my fellow Unspeakables that, for the sake of the school, you should listen to this here prophesy I have with me."
This intrigues me and I ask: "The Headmaster has told you that Divinations is my least-liked subject, yes?" The person nods and says: "Yes, but like I said, he told me it was for the best of the school." This makes me look at the man in question and ask: "Then why did you tell me this would convince me to tell you where Harry is?"
Dumbledore is obviously not liking the fact that we only pay attention to him when we want, but before he can answer, does the person say: "Because the prophesy is about Potter, Mr. Weasley. It was made just two months before Potter was born and some of its contents – are why Tom Riddle went after him and his parents."

Instantly the Unspeakable has my attention and he pulls a small platform from his huge cloak, upon which, inlaid in a cushion, I see a glass ball that has swirling bits of smoke going through it as well as move around it here and there. And even from the other side of the room can I sense it radiate with a strange, mythical kind of magic.
The person then sets the platform down on the desk of the Headmaster and says: "Whenever you're ready, Mr. Weasley. I will activate the spell that is on the cushion that will allow the prophesy to be spoke aloud. Please know, however, that the Headmaster asked us to alter the spell, so that only a part of the prophesy is heard."
This makes me turn to the man and while I can tell that he is actually in two-battle with himself, does he say: "This prophesy, as our joined friend has just told you, Mr. Weasley, is the whole reason the Potters became Lord Voldemort's target. However, he only knows part of it and – and I cannot risk him learning the other part."

Suddenly I remember something, something that feels like it happened so long ago, practically a year if not longer. He's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on those for the moment. Stuff he can only get by stealth. Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time.
All the stuff Sirius was able to tell Harry and us before mum interrupted him comes back to me and I think: "So this is what they have been so focused on. This must also be why that one person who worked for the Order and was supposed to get us to the Platform got caught at the DoM. That must have been an attempt by – him."
I shudder at this, the thought of anything Voldemort related not really pleasant for me to think of after the last weekend and I nod at the Unspeakable as he and Dumbledore look at me imploringly. The Unspeakable seems to need a second longer to judge me before his cloak ruffles to indicate him nodding back and then he does his magic.

The boy with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord. This sentence instantly rings through my mind and is all I can think of and focus on. And while I have no doubt that more is being said, that these ten words weren't enough for the Darkest Wizard in the World to suddenly become interested in a child, do I not care either.
"The reason he went after them. The reason they went into hiding. The reason they were betrayed. The reason Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban. The reason Harry is an orphan. All of that is right in front of me. And Dumbledore still believes that blasted crap!" Goes through my mind and suddenly I hear the man in question shout my name.
I look up, noticing that there is blood running down my hands, that my whole body is shaking and that the Headmasters and Mistresses in their portraits are actually looking disheveled, as if something shook at their portraits. I look around and the Unspeakable says: "He hardly heard any of it, Headmaster. Not even the full 1st sentence."

The Headmaster looks between the Unspeakable and me and the fact that he looks curious as to why I didn't hear the rest infuriates me even more. Expect this time I actually notice that my magic is going on around me and is causing for the portraits to start shaking again. And with the greatest of effort do I try to reign it in.
I just glare at the man and growl: "Congratulations, Dumbledore. You just shot yourself in the foot in the worst way possible. You wanted to convince me to tell you where Harry was. But the only thing you accomplished – is further fueling my determination to never let that happen. If anything, the only thing you did, was change the setting."
I draw myself to my full height, which thanks to me being one of the largest of the Weasleys is easily accomplished and I growl: "Before, Headmaster, the only way the Fidelius could fall was if you would show that you have a strong sense of moral and that you wanted to atone for the mistakes you made this last year.
Now, I don't want Harry out of where he's hiding. Not until YOU do right by the Potters and fix the mistake made by – that." I say, venom, hatred, anger and disgust ringing through my voice and shining in my eyes as I sharply point at the prophesy orb, the Unspeakable apparently looking at me before he puts it away.

I then send one last glare at the Headmaster, silencing as he tried to talk to me, his tone proving he wanted to try and convince me again and then storm out of the office, feeling too infuriated by his disgusting beliefs to be able to form words with which I can explain why his beliefs disgust me as much as they do.
And to my disgust do I notice that the staircase has retracted. Yet I don't care for this or the fact that what I am about to do might make me lose my Prefect Badge. But then I remember what can happen as long as I remain Prefect and I storm back inside, over to Dumbledore's desk and spit at his desk as I slam my badge onto it.
And before the man can do more than look at it wide eyed, do I storm back out again, making sure to pull out my wand and not another fake wand and use it to cast a levitation charm on myself as I jump as well as a cushioning charm on the ground below. And while I spot Hermione and the twins there, do I not care.
I don't care for the shock and horror shown on their faces, how they shout out at me or how they cast the same spells to help me down gently. I am just too furious and only growl: "With me." As I start storming out of the castle, my friend and brothers following me with shocked and confused and baffled looks on their faces.

I storm across most of the grounds, not really searching for a spot where we can be private, but more needing time to cool down and after we have crossed the Quidditch pitch, most of the Green Houses and are about to cross Hagrid's Hut, do I turn sharply and head there, my remaining anger making me pound on his door.
The half-giant opens the door and I growl: "I need privacy. Just been to see Dumbledore. You might want to go see him yourself. Let him know that I'm calming down – somewhat. Though also tell him, I will not change my mind." The giant looks confused and asks: "Want to come with me and –." But I yell: "NEVER!"
Shocking him before the twins say: "Just leave, Hagrid. Ron needs this. He needs space." The CoMC teacher nods and after one last concerned look at me, does he leave. I let the others in first and then slam the door behind me. And to my slight relief is Hermione too shocked and baffled to give me her usual affronted rants.

I go to stand with the window near the tiny, wooden kitchenette that Hagrid has and cast several of my usual secrecy and privacy spells on the window there, the twins quickly doing the same for the door they are still next to as well as other bits of furniture that could, possibly, hide someone and Hermione casts the Revealing charm, coming up empty.
This spell-casting and the way that my brothers and Hermione are helping me without question takes the last bit of my anger, yet I know it will spike again once I tell them what I just found out. Yet I know they need to hear this, the twins because they are Keepers and Hermione, because it will ensure her loyalty to Harry.

"Dumbledore wanted to talk to me – because he wanted to show me the weapon. The one Sirius told us about over summer." The three look shocked and Fred asks: "How was that supposed to help him convince you to reveal where Harry is?" And I answer: "He thought its contents would convince me." And George jibes:
"He thought wrong, obviously." I nod and Hermione asks: "What is it?" And while I grip the iron platform, if only to have something to release my impending anger on, do I say: "I'm sorry if I scare you with this. When I heard it, it pushed me to the verge of casting Accidental Magic, like when Harry blew up his aunt before Third."
The three nod, proving they understand and appreciate the warning and while I can tell that Hermione wants to ask me why I'm sure of this, am I glad that her curiosity over the weapon overcomes this bit of curiosity. "The weapon is a prophesy. One heard by both Dumbledore and – I think – a spy working for him back in the day.
It was apparently made two months before Harry was born and was – get this – the whole reason he went after them. The Unspeakable that was with Dumbledore confirmed this date and that it was about Harry and Dumbledore confirmed that this was, when overheard, the reason he started wanting to kill Harry and his parents back then."

I had noticed that Hermione had started showing her usual dislike and disbelief over the subject of prophesies, just like she did the summer before Fourth when Harry confided us about the prophesy he overheard during his exams, but when she hears that this was all confirmed by an Unspeakable, does her disbelief get replaced with shock.
"What does it say?" She asks and I turn my face away, frowning and thinning my lips in anger as I growl: "I don't know all of its contents. Apparently he only knew part of it and Dumbledore was only willing to let me hear the bit that he did. I just didn't get that far as just the first sentence infuriated me too much to hear the rest."
"Ugh, really Ron? What could –?" This time Hermione's disgust over the subject seems to have overcome her, but I snarl: "The boy with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord." And the way that I quote this silences her and I can already tell that the twins share my anger and my disgust with what they just heard.

I turn to them and snap: "Exactly. Those ten words infuriated me. And so did the facts that are stuck with them. The fact that they are the reason he went after them. the fact that they are the reason the Potters are dead. The fact that they are the reason that Harry's an orphan. And then the worst of it all, the fact that tops it all."
By now I am so angry, tears of anger are actually streaming down my face and while I really hope that our secrecy charms will contain this: "THE FACT THAT, EVEN AFTER THIS ABOMINATION MADE HARRY AN ORPHAN – DUMBLEDORE CONTINUED BELIEVING IN IT! HE DIDN'T DETEST IT, HE STILL BELIEVED IT!"
Hermione looks shocked and horrified, but the twins are looking unusually calm and just as serious as they have been showing themselves every time we are secretly meeting in their dorm room. And to see this side of them helps me calm down, making me realize that I am panting and that the kitchenette behind me broke in half.

I cringe at that and pull out my wand, casting a repairing charm and fixing the furniture before I sigh and say: "Dumbledore – actually looked at me as if he was confused that I couldn't hear past those ten words, so I – I snapped at him and told him that he had failed. That he caused the opposite of what he wanted to accomplish.
Those words didn't make me want to reveal Harry's location, they just made me more determined to keep him safe, to keep his location secret. I am not going to believe that he has some kind of unknown power, even if his skills are quite impressive, and I am definitely not going to believe that he can beat the killer of his parents.
I'm willing to believe that he can survive him, escape him – I mean, I did that just last weekend – but I don't believe that Harry can kill. He just doesn't have it in him. He's too kind-hearted for that, even if he does have a mean streak a mile wide when it comes to getting back at bastards like Snape and Umbridge and Malfoy.
But even Snape and Malfoy never got physically hurt when he wanted to get back at them, so I know Harry won't have it in him to take a life. Heck, I doubt he even knows he, more or less, did so in self-defense and without his own strength or power back in our First against Quirrell. And that wasn't even by his own accord."

I look up, out of the window without really seeing the fields beyond and say: "Harry's not a killer. He's not someone who can take another's life. I mean, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! His own godfather and favorite teacher wanted to take the life of the one who made him an orphan – and he stopped them from doing it. That proves my point!"
"Exactly." I hear a female voice behind me and turn around, only now remembering that Hermione and the twins are here as I have felt like I was just ranting at myself these last few minutes. The girl comes over to stand with me and says: "You did right, Ron. You are Harry's Secret Keeper and, against people like Dumbledore, he needs that.
And you, Ronald, you proved that nothing and no one is going to change that. That you will stay strong and that you will keep to your role no matter what or who. I – I won't lie, I've been wondering and doubting why Harry picked you and not me, but – now I understand." The girl looks down at her feet and whimpers:

"I won't lie. If I heard that prophesy in Dumbledore's office, I probably wouldn't have lost myself the way you did. I probably would have heard it through down to the part where Voldemort or his spy got interrupted and it – it probably would have frightened me. frightened me enough I would want Dumbledore to keep Harry safe.
I probably would have caved, I probably would have told him exactly where to find Harry, wherever he is. But you didn't, Ron. You proved that your friendship is stronger than mine and that your loyalty is exactly where it should be. I – I'm proud of you, Ron. You are the Prefect Percy never could have been, the friend Percy never was."

But at this, while I know that it's a real compliment coming from her, do I turn my face away and say: "I gave Dumbledore back my badge. I knew, if he got his chance, he would try to interfere on the Prefect Meetings, just to meet with me and convince me, or at least try. I didn't want to give him that chance, it felt unclean, wrong."
The girl looks shocked and then conflicted, but then she sighs and says: "You're right. Dumbledore was probably the one who chose you as Prefect over Harry – Merlin knows why – so I can see why you think that badge to feel unclean." And then the twins prove that they are still here and that they know their stuff as they chorus:
"Too bad that this will probably incur mum dearest's wrath." And just the tone with which they say this makes me burst out laughing, tears of glee instead of rage now running down my face as well as a look of relief showing on my face as I just let go of everything. The anger, the rage, the hurt, the betrayal and the pain.

Dumb move, Dumbles.
Now next chapter we are going to dive into just WHY it won't be Harry versus Voldemort in the end and personally, I think this is a very compelling reason, that it will be exactly what Dumbledore needs to hear to get his head out of his honcho – or better said that dumb glass orb – and start seeing what his Order has to offer.
So yeah, we are only a few chapters away from the chapter where – amazingly enough – it is going to be Umbridge who will take out the darkest wizard known to wizarding history. And even for that I have a twist in the plot planned that I can already tell you NONE of you are going to be able to guess, though I dare you to try.
Let's do this,

Venquine1990