Chapter 20- Mean

A/N: This is a little flashback scene. I thought it'd be kinda like I was selling out if I just had Ron about to be caught then all of a sudden gets out…so I'm adding this in for your enjoyment. This is extremely short…it's really just a filler so you feel more knowledgeable. Next chapter will be nice and long though! Mean is an amazing song from the Taylor Swift album…it speaks out against bullying and overcoming haters. Listen to it! And now, because I find it appropriate, a quote from book 3:

"JORDAN! Are you being paid to advertise Firebolts? Get on with the commentary!" –Minerva McGonagall

I am not advertising Speak Now…just recommending it. Remember to enter the contest I need your help! Now, if you've survived this terribly long author's note, you can continue the story…

"Going somewhere?"

Ron whipped around. One foot was in the boat, the other on the stones. One, two, three…fifteen wizards stood before him. His blood couldn't decide whether to freeze over with fright or boil with rage, so it settled on just making his legs feel like jelly.

What am I supposed to do? Wait a minute, Ron…you have your wand! The positive side of his brain argued.

Ron, it's you versus fifteen Dark wizards, you CAN'T win! His pessimistic side interjected.

For Hermione, you can.

Power raged through him. He was done being the victim. He felt like that guy that Hermi—No, Ron, stop thinking about her!

"What do you want?" He questioned.

Silas emerged from the mass. "Simple. We can't let you leave, Weasley."

Do they know I have my wand? If they don't…I'll pretend to be submissive and then attack. Yeah. That's what I'll do.

"You're not stopping me, Silas."

"Who says I'm stopping you alone?"

Ron heard two small pops. Four of the wizards had Apparated into the boat. He was surrounded. He casually slipped his wand down his sleeve and raised his arms in the air and lowered his head.

"All right. You're right. I don't think I can do this. I do feel very weak."

Silas looked surprised for a moment but accepted Ron's "surrender." "All right." He snapped his fingers. The men behind him moved to grab hold of his arms.

In a single fluid movement he elbowed one in the face, flipped over backwards and Stunned the four of them from behind. He was breathing deeply as he faced the remaining eleven. His face was bright red. The wizards all raised their wands, but Ron could see a glimmer of trepidation in some of their eyes. Most of them were reedy little men, while Ron stood at a towering 6 foot 5, with tanned, bulging muscles.

Thank Merlin for Auror Aerobics Training.

He sprung towards the mass. Take out Silas first. He's the leader. Hopefully they'll be a little lost without him.

"Stupefy!" Ron dodged out of the jet of light that one man shot towards him. After ducking under a few more he caught sight of Silas in the mayhem. This is your chance. As Ron aimed his wand at the cowering little man, an image flashed before his eyes. Hermione, laughing. A jet of light shot out of Ron's wand and hit Silas right in the head.

This did help. The few men around Silas looked around as he fell. Their reactions caused the other men around them to look around. And in the fuss, Ron jumped into the rowboat and charmed it to speed away. He shot a few more Stunning Spells at the backs of the wizards, just for good measure. He couldn't believe it. He was free.