A New Life
***Chapter 11***
Ministry of Magic, London
October 12, 1999
0800 Hours, Local Time
Ron Weasley, or Mors as he was known within the Ministry these days, smiled to himself, though no one could see it because of the charms that were on the Unspeakable robes. He had been studying the 'Veil of Death' as he had dubbed it, much cooler sounding in his humble opinion, for a while (two months exactly) and he had not yet figured out it's clues. Of course, he heard the voices, but he did not know what to make of them, they were not English and he thought he recognized Latin and some other older languages in there. He eyed the veil in silence for a while, before he stepped up to the very edge of the veil his nose almost touching it. He heard the voices, he felt the ripple of the veil and yet he didn't see anything but the fabric.
"What are you?" he breathed out, his eyes continuing to scan the veil, he didn't expect an answer, but an answer he got in the form of some sort of force grabbing a hold of him and pulling him into the veil. Blackness surrounded Ron as he was pulled into the veil, all sound ceased and he lost all sense of direction.
"Welcome young one…it has been a while since last we spoke, and now you are, once again, in my domain."
If he could have, he would have looked for the source of the voice, but it seemed to be everywhere and yet, nowhere at the same time.
"We are no longer in the mortal realm and thus are not limited by their simplicity. Speak your mind."
The sounds reverberated around his head and so he thought with his mind, "Death?"
A chuckle greeted his question, "Aye, it is I. Master of Death."
The blackness was overwhelming for Ron, it pressed in on him, yet was liberating at the same time, and it was the strangest feeling that he had ever known. It was as if he was a prisoner and yet, truly free.
"Why have you chosen me for this?" It was not as if he meant to speak it, if he thought it then it was broadcast for anyone to hear.
"That my friend, is for me to know. My reasons are but my own, this is not a dream young one, you are set aside from the rest of the world, chosen above all others to work for the betterment of this world you call home. I have chosen you for my own reasons, all you need to know is that you are indeed special; now, tell me young one, why is this false Lord not yet dead?"
The question caught Ron off guard. "He is a Dark Lord, he is not easy to kill."
"I would say not, when you haven't even tried!" The harshness of the voice made Ron flinch, or, it would have if he had been able to do so. "You are my servant now, and chosen, you simply need to try in order to succeed, I am forbidden from acting in the mortal world, but you are my extension and my weapon. I shall help you. When you are returned, you shall find a weapon to help you. Finish this young one."
Then, without warning or another word, Ron was dispelled and he flew out of the veil and landed on the cold stone and skidded to a halt. He jumped to his feet and saw that the veil continued to ripple with an invisible wind; he dusted himself off and oved forward to where a black object was lying on the floor. He bent forward and picked it up, unfolding a midnight black cloak.
"A cloak?" he asked himself without thinking, shaking his head he stuffed it into his bag and made his way out of the atrium.
***ANL***
London, England
October 12, 1999
1700 Local Time
Ron looked himself over once again before nodding to himself and stepping out of his apartment and locking the door with a wave of his hand. He quickly made his way out into the crowded streets of Muggle London, finding a quiet alley he turned and disappeared with a small pop. He reappeared outside of a lovely manor home, he quickly waved his hand over himself and his Muggle clothes turned into elegant robes; he stepped up to the gates and announced himself.
"Ronald Weasley, here to see Miss Daphne Greengrass."
He waited for a moment and then the gates opened, revealing a well-groomed walkway that lead up to a whitewashed manor home. As he was nearing the door, it swung open to reveal a neatly dressed house elf, it bowed, its ears flopping forward onto the ground.
"Welcomes misses Daphnes red friend, misses being waiting for yous in the parlors."
He smiled and followed the elf into the parlor, where he came face to face with Daphne, she wore an elegant dress of pale blue that matched her porcelain smooth skin; her hair was done up and her blue eyes shone with happiness as she looked upon him. She held her hand out to him, which he gently took within his own and brought up to his lips, brushing a soft kiss onto her smooth skin.
"Miss Greengrass, it is a pleasure to see you once again, and may I say, you look lovely this evening."
Daphne smiled at him, "why hello Mr. Weasley, thank you for your kind words; you are very handsome yourself."
The two shared a grin before Daphne lead him into the dining room where there was a host of people were already gathered. He was lead up to Mr. Greengrass who looked him over before giving him a nod of his head; "Mr. Weasley, it is a pleasure to see you again."
"Thank you, and you as well sir."
Mr. Greengrass waved his hand, letting a small smile grace his face, "please, you are about to marry my daughter, you can call me Cyrus. We are about to be family after all, no need for such formalities."
Ron nodded, his eyes moving to watch as Daphne spoke with her mother, "it is indeed Cyrus, I thank you for allowing me the honor to marry your daughter."
The two men locked eyes on the woman in question, "you know Ron, I was not happy at first, but in the end, it is my daughters' happiness that matters most to me. You have proven yourself to be a worthy match for my Daphne."
Ron bowed his head slightly to the compliment before turning to follow Daphne as she introduced him to some of the family he had not yet met. His mind, however, was on other things that night. While he put on a show for his fiancée and her family, he couldn't help his mind wandering back to that black cloak he had been gifted and what he could use it for to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort.
AN
Here is the next chapter for you. I hope that you enjoy! Thank you to all who have reviewed so far, I am happy to see that you're enjoying the story! This story is almost finished, I think we have about 4 more chapters to go before the end of this first story in the 'A New Life' arc. I have already begun the planning on that story and will begin writing very soon. Next chapter will be up soon!