Arthur: It looks like Ron was right all along, there was no troll attacking Hermione in the bathroom. Instead Qurriell used a shrinking charm on Aragog and smuggled him inside Hogwarts by the orders of his master. Who do you think the evil woman is behind all of this?

The order stood strong in the face of the death eaters. Every member took two down before falling, but it wasn't enough. Voldemort sent a wizard flying through the air with a wave of his hand, then he turned his red eyes to Ron, smiling wickedly.

Ron felt anger brimming inside of him. This was the monster that killed his best friend, this was the monster that tore apart his family, and this was the monster that planned the attack on Hogwarts that ended the life of his lover.

Ron waved his wand angrily sending a beam of white light at the dark lord, Voldemort returned it with the killing curse. The two spell clashed into each other; fighting for dominance, as it created tiny sparks of energy that went up in the air.

Ron's spell was overwhelmed by the green beam that was now heading to him; nothing standing in its path. However; it changed when kingsley lept in the way of the curse.

"NOO!" Ron shouted, the man in charge of the order of Phonix dropped lifelessly.

Voldemort chuckled slowly circling around the Weasly "This happens when Dare to defy me!" he snarled casted a spell at him. Ron rolled to his feet before sending a few spells to his feet then up to his body.

Voldemort blocked all of these with the shield charm then let out a scream, a shock wave vibrated from the dark lord, the wind tried its hardest to bring down the young weasly but the 19 year old stood his ground.

Voldemort dropped his hands to his sides then cocked his head "You are a fighter aren't you?"

Ron didn't answer he kept glaring, Voldemort showed his sharp yellow stained teeth "Just like Harry potter!" the dark lord pushed his hands in front of him, his wand hand making erratic movements. A formation of knives marked their way to Ron.

Ron twisted his body in the air avoiding most of the wicked weapons, but not all of them. Two knifes hit Ron's in the side, the best friend of Harry potter bit his tongue so he couldn't scream.

Blood dripped from his mouth and landed on the floor, Ron shot Expelliarmus but Voldemort moved out the way and summoned Ventus. The wind again strikes at Ron but with much more force.

He felt the skin on his cheek rip off; it made him want to fall but remained standing he heard footsteps running behind him and looked. Draco and Theo then came to his side with blood on their faces; wearied out.

Voldemort closely looked them over and laughed "You think you three can stop me?! I'm the greatest wizard that ever walked this earth!" he shouted.

Draco snorted "No, that title belongs to Dumbledore!"

The dark lord stared at the Malfoy then slowly smiled "I'll be happy to say your father is going to watch you die."

Draco eyes widen as Lucios came from behind Voldemort blood on his wand. The father of Draco looked at offspring; no registration on his face.

"You must be mistaken my lord, I don't have a son."

Draco with tears forming in his eyes open his mouth to speak but a big green light shot rapidly to them. Trio knew they couldn't move in time, too distracted from the reunion between father and son. The three yelled.

Before the curse can reach them; all three of them suddenly blacked out. They didn't see Voldemort screaming with laughter, nor did they see Lucios face filled with anguish point his wand at his lords back, his own green light forming.

Ron opened his eyes but squinted from the beaming light that's on ceiling. He lazily roamed the room with his vision as he puzzled where he was, then it came to him.

He was in the Infirmary.

Again

"BLOODY HELL!" Ron shouted as he started fighting with his covers, after getting a couple punches in he grabbed his pillow and threw it on the floor.

He inhaled letting the air come to his mouth then released it. Doing this repeatedly eventually calmed his nerves. He pulled his covers back up and stared at the lights. Pomfrey is definitely not here, she will slap me on the head if she hears me cursing. Ron then turned deadly serious as he recalled the fight with Quirrell He has a bloody master, but who is it? He follows no one but Voldemort! Ron heard Quirrell and Aragog say she multiple times so it's certainly a women. Who is she? And why is the woman trying to kill Harry? He questioned himself.

When Ron got no answer, he thought on how in the Merlin Aragog got in Hogwarts without anybody seeing the spider. That's crazy! The shite is fucking huge!

Wait… The bag! Quirrell was carrying a black bag, I remember it! Ron shifted in the bed and smashed his head in the pillow God damnit Theo! I knew I was right!

Now many students lost their lives because the three let off Quirrell too easily. Draco didn't fully think Quirrell was innocent either but he sided with Theo. Who wouldn't, he is the smartest of us three, but he shouldn't be so sure!

Multiple students were in the room when Ron raged, but they were unconscious or too scared to pay any attention to the frustrated time traveler. A few days ago I would've feel the same.

Ron was quiet as he let his eyes stay on the students in matching beds for awhile longer; just judging their face expressions. All of them were silent, faces filled with fear or shock. The Weasly can't blame them; the majority of the students fight the hideous spiders while watching their friends get eaten alive by the others. So yeah, it really fucked up their mental health.

Ron wondered how long he was going to be in the hospital wing. He huffed Well lets bloody see!


He was in the wing for two days

He was in the wing for TWO FUCKING DAYS

This is why I hate the bloody infirmary wing Ron walked to the great hall. He was finnaly cleared out of the wing to be in time for dinner.

At least I didn't have any classes Ron thought with little amount of enthusiasm. The doors opened for him, eyes landed on Ron then people stood up from their tables clapping and cheering.

Ron stood at the entrance of the place where wizards ate there food for centuries, shocked at the behavior he was receiving out of nowhere.

Dumbledore stood up from the high table, eyes smiling at him. People stopped cheering when the headmaster got up, but they still stood.

"Ronald weasly I grant you 100 points for saving another students life in time of need!"

The great hall erupted with cheers and claps, Harry, Draco and Theo the loudest. Dumbledore held out his hand "I am not finished yet, 20 points to Ron weasly for showing bravery in standing up to his fears, and ridding of the threat that stood in this very castle!"

Ron twitched his eyes how did he know I was scar- He looked to his family sitting in the Gryffindor table, his older brothers were cheering beaming proudly at him. Oh

An owal then came carrying a package...Towards him!? It's not common for them to come this late! Ron caught the wrapped object in the air as the owal flew away. Amid the cheering he took the letter that was on the package and started reading.

"Dear Ronald weasly

As Harry's parents we like to thank you for saving our sons life. We can't possibly show all of our gratitude's to you, but we did give you a gift.

By James and Lily Potter.

I can't breathe Ron met the eyes of Harry potter, Harry smiling nodded at him in thanks, clapping hard. Ron swallowed as he ripped the package open to see what the mystery is. He griped the broom and held it up to his face so he can see.

The nimbus 2000 looked good as it always did; the slick brown flying broom looked like it wanted to soar through the skies; to never come back to the ground again.

Ron contemplated that idea, all he wanted to do was fly away from his problems, to fly away from thinking about the new threat, he wanted to fly away from this new strange world, lastly he wanted to fly away from everything. But that's not an option he can have, Ron knew better. He whispered

"Bloody hell"


A glass shattered in her hands, shards of it pierced through the pale pretty skin of the mad women. She convulsed in her high chair, fist clenched so tight her nails drawled blood.

"Quirrell only had one job; Aragog only had one job, BUT THEY BOTH FAILD ME!" The black snake statue in the corner wobbled, it blasted into pieces of brick that landed harmlessly in the middle of the dark room.

Sirius cleared his throat; the unidentified female narrowed her eyes at the traitor. The Werewolf mentally gulped but spoke what was on his mind "I think I know the reason why the plan failed."

The silver head waved her hand impatiently "Go on."

"Before the attack Quirrell told me someone was on to him."

"How is this important exactly?"

He carried on his explanation "Obviously someone knew we were going after Potter, and interfered."

The beautiful women rolled her eyes; she looked out the big window that showcased the dead trees outside, it opposed with the gray clouds. She snapped her fingers; an elf came in sleek nice cloths. Contrary to the Malfoy's she made sure the servants dress well. It will make her look bad otherwise.

"Get me another glass." She ordered, the elf disappeared then came back seconds later. The curvy women took the drink swirling the red liquid around.

"So what's the special students name?"

"Ronald Weasly" clarified the former friend marauder.

"A weasly of all people, a blood traitor." She snorted in her drink, she stiffened "How old is he?" she demanded.

Sirius flinched; he knew his master would soon ask that particular question "Ronald weasly is 11 years old"

A glass shattered.


Daphne threw the dagger up in the air and caught it; she did this pattern thinking about a certain Weasly. I will not be fooled, he didn't save Potter out of the goodness of his heart, he has no heart, it's a dark black spot where it should be!

She caught the dagger again He only did it to make people think he wouldn't do anything wrong but I know the truth, I know him.

The handle once again landed in her palm I have a feeling he is planning something, no I know he is planning something but what is it?!

The dagger mad a line of blood on her hand as it fell to the ground with a clank. The blond time traveler hissed, she licked the blood of her finger and wiped it off on her robe.

"Are you alright Daphne?"

She looked at her best friend Tracy Davis "I am okay, go back to sleep"

The small brown haired first year nodded closing back her curtains. Daphne looked around to check the other girls had their curtains closed, ushered she reached under her bed and pulled out the potion she worked on for weeks. I have to use this soon she thought looking at the glass bottle. The time should she would use this has to be perfect.

He will not expect this Daphne brought up the dagger; careful to not cut herself anymore. She tried to eliminate Weasly with her wand; it didn't work out, the scene in the empty corridor in her mind. No it seems I have to be cruder she thought in her mind, fingers running over the blade.

She placed the dagger underneath her pillow; preparing for the difficult task ahead to make sure the future was safe.