Disclaimer: See Prologue.

A/N: I know Draco's was predicable. I thought that they all were! Except for maybe Ron, but once you hear my reasoning, you might think that he is too. Then again, you might think I'm crazy. That's okay too. Now, onto this chapter, which will be about… Ron!

The Chosen Eight

Chapter Ten

The Choosing - Lord Ravenclaw

Ron went to bed with a lot of things on his mind. His feelings for Hermione, his worries about his family, the fight against You-Know-Who, the role that Harry, who had become like a brother to him, would have to play. He felt useless. There was nothing he could do to help anybody!

When he happened to open his eyes again, all these thoughts came to a screeching halt as he realized that he had somehow been transported from his room at the Burrow to… well, he wasn't quite sure where he was. He looked around and jumped when he realized that he wasn't alone.

"Hello, Ron," Rowena said pleasantly.

"Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?" Ron asked in a panicked tone

"There's no need to be alarmed. I am Rowena Ravenclaw, and I have brought you here to Indigo Hall to be trained as my Heir."

Ron looked at her in blatant disbelief. "Right," he said sarcastically. "Because of my brilliant intellect. You're barking mad."

Rowena looked at him sternly. "I am not mad, Ronald Weasley. Nor am I wrong in choosing you as my Heir. You have a very unique mind. Your way of thinking is… different from others. This makes you a brilliant strategist, or it will, as soon as your skills are honed. I will help you there."

"No offense, but I am pretty sure I'm dreaming right now. This can't be real. Either that, or you've confused me with one of my brothers."

"You're used to that, aren't you?" Rowena stated. "You are rejecting this because you have always been second in everything you do. I'm going to tell you something I think will help you. Get over it."

Ron looked at her surprised.

"What? You expected some great words of wisdom?" Rowena inquired with an eyebrow cocked. "You don't have a problem. Nothing is wrong with you. You just have some self-esteem issues. Get over it. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we can more on to more important things."

"And that would be?" Ron asked timidly, afraid to provoke her.

"Your training. And we have a lot of work to do."

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When Ron opened his eyes to the familiar bright orange of his room. Even after a year of training and learning everything from Rowena, he was still having a hard time grasping that she had chosen him. Not that his self-esteem was the reason, she had taken pains to knock some sense into him in that department. He was still found it difficult to believe that the weird patterns that his mind wove could actually be considered a skill. However, he had discovered that it was, a very useful skill at that. And he was going to put it to good use, that and all the other power and knowledge that he had acquired. He just had to find the others first.

Tbc…

Maybe now ya'll can see Ron's Ravenclaw potential. I don't know. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!