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"HE DID WHAT?!"

Mrs Weasley's screams and shouts echoed through the halls of Hogwarts, causing the students, teachers, ghosts, portraits, house-elves and anything else living in the castle to turn their heads in the direction of the headmasters office.

"Why that little-"

"Molly."

"How could he-"

"Molly, please."

"To think I-"

"Mrs Weasley."

"HE IS NO SON OF MINE!"

As the last scream died down, Molly collapsed in the chair next to her husband and sobbed into his shoulder.

Muffled words such as "poor Harry" and "no longer a Weasley." escaped Arthur's now wet shoulder. He patted his wife's head and gritted his teeth, breathing deeply and trying to restrain his own anger.

"Can you tell me what will be happening to Ronald?" Arthur looked into the blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore. The elderly man looked down with a stern serious face.

"He will naturally be expelled from the school. As to whether his wand will be snapped is up to the ministry. Any further punishments is left to Mr Potter and whether his wishes to press charges."

Arthur looked away in disgust. "He should be sent to Azkaban." he muttered under his breath.

What his son had done was appalling. He had never thought of Ron, his youngest son to do something like that; especially to his own best friend, his own brother. He couldn't help but ask where he had gone wrong- just like every parent would. Hell, even Percy hadn't made him as angry as this. And the worst thing about it was he knew that Harry wouldn't press charges. The boy was too kind, he would be worried about tearing the family apart and somehow blame himself for the situation (as to how the boy would reach that thought, Arthur was not sure, but he always seemed to manage it).

"May we go speak to Harry."

Dumbledore thought for a moment. He was not sure it would be a good idea. He knew the Weasley family were loyal to Harry Potter and thought of him as family. It may be useful to have member of the Order so close to Harry and keeping tabs on him, but at the same time they may end up following Harry rather then Dumbledore and with the stunt Ronald Weasley just pulled under his own watch it was most likely to happen.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. Your son is in the infirmary as well and may have awoken by now, although I know Professor Snape is currently guarding him-"

"You're keeping them in the same room? That can't possibly be wise, what makes you think Harry will want to be breathing the same air as that- that boy!"

"Well, we…there are not many spaces in the school we can keep the boys and make sure what has happened is kept secret from the student population. Now I'm not sure it would be wise for Mr Weasley to see you at the moment at the same time as Harry, a fight may break out." Dumbledore rushed through his poor excuse, sucking his lips at the end and waiting for the Weasleys to accept it.

"A fight will happen sooner or later, we might as well get it over with now." Arthur grumbled and stood to leave with his wife.

Ron lay on the bed with his head turned to the wall and eyes stubbornly shut. He had already screamed, shouted and sworn at Madam Pomfrey when he saw her giving potions and food to Potter before him. He made sure to remind Pomfrey of just what the traitor had done and tried to knock it into her old, riddled brain. It wasn't until Snape came and gave the Weasley an almighty murderous look that Ron shut up.

So here he was, listening as his ex-best friend ruffled the covers as he moved in the bed five spaces from himself. Unconsciously he tugged at the chains Snape had placed around his wrist and tying him to the bed. Snape would pay for this; a teacher couldn't do this to a student! What he had done to Potter was entirely justified. It was obvious that the "golden" boy was turning dark, what with the hat actually placing him in Slytherin and the dark powers he performed at the department of mysteries. Ron had seen it first hand himself, the way the flames had risen from Harry and obeyed his every command.

Deep down, Ron knew he was afraid of Potter. That was the kind of power he wanted, with that kind of status in the ministry and that kind of celebrity lifestyle in which everyone adored you. It felt good to have power over someone who was far more greater then himself. Of course he would never admit that his actions had been driven by simple curiosity for that feeling but instead would claim that Potter had not fulfilled his punishment in Azkaban and therefore still needed to be taken care of and it seemed it was left to Ron to do so. His father had said so himself, that no matter what situation, one who cast an unforgivable were immediately sent to prison. It was an old law that had not been changed since it was created and with good reason too. Arthur had told Ron that only someone filled with absolute hatred for another could cast the unforgivable- so if Harry had this ability to hate someone so, what would happen when the hatred turned to another? Just like V-V-Vol- You-Know-Who, he would hate the Wizarding world, drive himself insane and become the next dark lord.

Well, that was Ron's warped view on the matter anyway. Naturally, when Ron was told by Snape, what was likely to happen to him- expulsion and a ministry sentence- he refused to believe it as it was clearly something Snape made up to scare him. Like he would believe a word from the greasy snake's tongue.

So when the doors burst open with an almighty bang with shouts filling the room, Ron's eyes snapped open and he jumped up. Slight fear welled in his stomach as the lingering thought of being expelled from Hogwarts and being sent to Azkaban by the ministry, emerged from the back of his head. He noticed Snape gave a smirk at him, looking like he had won a jar of basilisk venom for free; Merlin, he hated that man.

Ron watched as his mother stormed across the room and straight to Potter's bed. Instead of the slap he had been expecting her to give him, his mother leaned across and wrapped the traitor in a tight motherly hug. Ron felt like he had been punched in the gut and looked to his father in question. The man stood at the foot of his bed and stared down at Ron with cold, harsh eyes.

"I hereby denounce Ronald Bilius Weasley from the Weasley family thereby making his name, heritage and any property to be inherited terminated forthwith."

A string of blue light travelled from Arthur's right hand to his ex-son's right; the blue light then travelled from Ron's left hand to his mother's left. There was a sudden tug along all strings, causing the participants to flinch in pain. The strings snapped and the light faded leaving the members of the room staring shocked at Ronald and Arthur Weasley.

"Wh-Wha-W-what?" He asked dumbly, before he fell back onto the bed in a dead faint.

Harry stared in shock at the unconscious Gryffindor. Molly quickly averted her gaze from her ex son and instead doted on Harry, who was more of a son then Ronald ever was.

"Oh, Harry darling, I'm sorry. Please, don't hold our family account for what Ronald did. I want you to feel safe in my family, you are like a son to us. Please Harry, I- I." She burst into tears on Harry's shoulder, clutching him tightly.

"Mrs Weasley, It's alright. I'm fine and of course I don't blame you, I love your family. It's no big deal." He patted her on the back, pleading to Mr Weasley with his eyes. He jumped at the chance to help Harry and pulled his wife off the boy, placing her in a chair instead.

"You shouldn't say something like that Harry. What Ronald tried to do -did- is a big deal. He should be sent to Azkaban for it." Arthur looked at the boy on the bed, his mouth set in a grim line. He was worried about Harry, he had already been through so much and was considering making sure the boy always had a home to come to and access to his family when he needed someone. Perhaps he should have a discussion with his wife.

Harry didn't answer but was unable to do so anyway as Madam Pomfrey had rushed to his side.

"Mrs Weasley, I have to ask you not to hug Mr Potter so tightly next time, you may have reopened something. Harry, please raise your arms."

Mrs Weasley quickly burst into tears again and buried her face in her arms on the bed, crying out apologies.

"Mrs Weasley, it's fine, really. I like your hugs and you haven't hurt me. Right, Madam Pomfrey?"

Pomfrey frowned, looking Harry over.

"There doesn't seem to be any new bruising. I suppose you're fine." She gave a warming smile at Harry before returning to Ronald's side and checking him over, although doing nothing to wake him up.

"Oh, thank you Harry. And please call me Molly."

"Er…Okay then…Molly." She beamed at him, whilst Arthur patter Harry on the shoulder. Harry looked at them with a large smile. He had been worried that they would reject him, hate him, but instead they welcomed him into their family. All he had to do was anticipate Ronald's siblings reactions.