Chapter 14: Sir Gawain Part 1

While Harry is having his inheritance revealed by Merlin, hell has broken loose in the Weasley and Malfoy households. Not only Harry, Ron and Draco are finding their own share of trouble.

Ron's POV

After Harry leaves, I stands up and gets ready to leave. Mom is still yelling obscenities at Dad, as if Harry's attitude is Dad's fault. I don't really know where Mom gets her courage from. Well, there is no doubt that Molly Weasley nee Prewett has been and still is a Gryffindor, just not a true one. All brawns but no brains. I mentally smirked.

I really want to question Mom that who gives her the right to meddle in Harry's affair. I just get so angry when I know what has she schemed with Dumbledore behind everybody's back. I just can't believe that she is my mother, the one who has sang me to sleep and embraced me when I injured myself. As I stare at her distorted face, red from anger, I don't know what am I going to do with her, But I know one thing for sure.

I walks down the aisle and heads for the exit. I turns around to look at the shouting form of my mother, the indifferent expression of my father, the two identical confused faces of the twins, the silent figures of the Malfoys, and lastly at the mahogany doors through which Harry has just exited. My mind is in a whirlpool of emotions, but a sole belief is etched into my mind.

I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, am and will never let anyone harm Harry. Even if it means to go against the supposedly Leader of the Light and the woman whom she calls to be my mother. I will protect Harry, not only as his friend but also as his knight.

With this last thought in mind, I heads out the door without a backward glance, eyes fixated on the trying future ahead of me.

Flashback

The night was dark as I tiptoed down the hallway to go to the bathroom. I was drowsy and sleepy, but I could still make out the door of Ginny's still lit room. The door was ajar, and from the opening, I could hear Mom and Ginny's whispery voices. I wondered what they could be talking about in the middle of the night. As I draw closer, the voices become clearer.

"Mom, are you sure the love potion you gave me works. Harry has shown no feelings for me the last time I saw him." That's Ginny's voice. But what's this about love potion.

" Did you really give it to him? Dumbledore gave me the love potion, so it must be effective. The summer is almost ending, and Harry has been alone all these time. He must be drowning in guilt right now. He is at his weakest moment, so when he comes to the burrow, act more considerate and loving toward him, then slip the potion into his goblet again at his birthday party. I am sure he will be enamored by you immediately." WHAT! How could they!

As I listened in more on their conversation, my feet felt like they have been sunk into icy water, and cold sweats slipped down my back. My heart became colder and colder. I felt like I have been living with two snakes, and they are my family. Not only that, Professor Dumbledore was the one who gave the love potion to Mom, so this means that Dumbledore has been in on the who plan from the beginning.

I didn't want to listen anymore because I don't want to know any more evil deeds my mom and sister have done. I didn't know how I got back to my room, but I spent the whole night in mental turmoil. I didn't even notice when the sun rose into the sky.

I spent the next few days in a trance, worrying Dad, the twins, Ginny, and Mom. I squirmed in disgust when Mom's concerned face looked at me. I don't know if her concern is genuine right now, since I just saw her real side.

I didn't want to stay in the house anymore. I couldn'tt bear to have Mom and Ginny fussing over me when I know they have betrayed Harry. Has Ginny forgotten that Harry saved her life two years ago? How could she betray Harry like that?

"Shut up!" Ron yelled, silencing the two harping women. " I am fine, just worried about Harry. That's all." I left the house after seeing their faces in shock, probably confused over my outburst. I ran out into the wheat field contingent to the burrow. Panting, I yelled over the field, scaring a flock of birds to flight.

"Ron, what's wrong with you? "

"Dad", I said.

Suddenly, an owl arrived in front of us, ruffled and ragged. It was probably one of the birds I scared. Feeling apologetic toward the poor owl, I gingerly took the letter from its legs and opened it, revealing my heritage and destiny.

Dear Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley,

Please come to Gringott as soon as possible for we have made a new discovery regarding your heritage. A sealed section of the Weasley file at Gringott has been activated due to a reason that we wish to immediately discuss with you. This letter is a portkey that is set to activate in five minutes. If you wish to grace us with your presence, simply continue to hold on to it and you will be automatically transported to our esteemed branch.

We await your arrival,

Ragnok,

Head of the Inheritance Department

Confused, I lifted my head to meet Dad's eyes, which were not confused but shocked.

"Dad"

"Ron"

"Dad"

"Ron.."

Silence ….

"Dad, do you know what this is about? What about my heritage? I thought the Weasley only has a few galleons in the Gringott vault, so why do we have a file?"

Dad looked up to the sky, as if he was contemplating about something. Then, he looked down upon me with a gleam in his eyes that strangely reminded me of Dumbledores'. I shuddered at that thought.

"Ron," he finally spoke, " we have to get to Gringott." He held out his hand to touch the letter.

He looked at me and said five words that brought more confusion than ever as I felt the familiar tug at my navel.

"So you are the one."