AN: So sorry for the wait, my internet USB broke and those things are expensive. To make up for it I'll upload two chapters^^

I want to thank everyone who gave in ideas for playing with Ron. Every one of them were brilliant and it was really hard to decide what exactly to do.

Now, lets all sit back and enjoy some delightful REVENGE!

My Most Precious Person chapter 21

"Did you bring it?" Asked Neville, a gleam in his eye that had the gathered Slytherin's raising their eyebrows. It was still exceedingly early and the group had decided to meet in the room they had been in the previous night, the halls were still sparse and the morning light was dim as it streamed through the windows.

Theodore puffed out his chest with a smirk, "Of course, we said we would didn't we?" he asked rhetorically while handing over a small pouch to the grinning boy, "You sure it'll work?"

"Of course, if there's anything I'm good at, its plants. I'll go do it now, be back in a bit."

They watched him leave before going over their objectives.

The plan was simple: embarrass Weasley while making sure blame could not be directed on any of them without hard evidence. They had decided it best to do something that would make tracing it back to them harder, with Neville's plan what they did could only wear off by itself, making any attempt to help the boy useless.

Neville had just gone to sabotage the boy's toiletries with herbs the Longbottom heir had requested the Slytherin's to ask Snape for, this meant stage one was near completion.

Stage two had been a collective idea, one that had left speculation on who would be able to pull it off without being caught.

"I'll place the illusion spell on him," Tom said, voice filled with finality, "It's an obvious choice; I have the most knowledge about it and I can tweak it as I please if I use parsel magic." Tom told them; in truth he wanted to do much worse than to just embarrass the boy and with a few tweaks this spell would leave the Weasley brat terrified and incapable of even speaking of it. He grinned darkly.

Harry felt a shiver of something like anticipation go down his spine at the sight of it.

When Neville returned they finished going over what other illusions could be added to the spell and went to leave.

Harry stopped them suddenly, his eyes downcast as they looked at him curiously.

"I didn't tell you everything last night," at the words Tom frowned, "I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to, I mean-"

Tom sighed and placed a calming hand on the younger boy, the others nodding at the green eyed wizard to continue.

"It's about Professor Dumbledore..."

The Sytherin's hissed as if the mere mention of the man was taboo.

"The sorting hat, it...it told me Professor Dumbledore put it under an enchantment to put me into Gryffindor." He blurted out.

There was silence and the air in the room grew tense, "What? Why?" Pansy asked in indignation.

"I don't know!" Harry near yelled in frustration, "It told me not to trust Professor Dumbledore and to use the opportunity to make allies. I don't see why he'd go so far just to make sure I'd be in Gryffindor. I've been going over it in my head for awhile now but it doesn't make sense."

"Maybe he wanted you away from us," at Blaise's words the group turned to him, "Look at it this way, Harry's friends with Slytherin's and we haven't exactly got the best reputation. On top of that he's being raised by the head of the Black family, who may I remind everyone was once dubbed a murderer, and if that wasn't enough a publicly out werewolf. They may be light wizards but they have darkness in them no matter how much they deny it."

"But why? I'm not that important, why go to all that trouble?"

Neville's eyes widened, "Your dad."

"My dad?" asked Harry.

"He was a pureblood; remember that picture I told you about, the one with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black? I think your dad was in there too, and you're mum. You're dad was James Potter, he comes from a noble pureblood family, they were pretty powerful, probably still are even though I think it's just you now, I've wrote to my mum about you and that's what she said. The Potter's were always classed as a light family."

"I think I remember father saying something like that before; the Malfoy's for example are classed as a Dark family since most of us have a natural dark affinity magic wise, though of course not many people know that officially." Draco added, his head nodding in agreement with Neville.

Tom's eyes narrowed, "So what you're saying is that Dumbledore is making sure that Harry stays away from dark influences when he can help it? He's already failed then since we're still his friends. Though I suppose having Harry in Gryffindor gives him the opportunity to watch him." He hissed out a curse, "I never liked that old goat; there's always been something about him. Sometimes I feel a pressure in my mind tha-"

"Me too! I've felt that." Harry yelled.

"And me." Cried Draco, "I've managed to block it since I had training from father, most Slytherin's have training against it, I hear even some Ravenclaw's can block it. It's a mind art, its called l-"

"Legiments!" Tom growled in sudden recognition; he had read something about it in one of the books at Grimmuald Place. Draco was about to say something about being cut off but instead nodded in agreement as Tom looked to him for confirmation. "We should talk to Professor Black about it, I don't like the idea of someone doing that," Tom told them as he began pacing slightly, "I've managed to block it with sheer will but I don't doubt he was only using a fraction of his power."

"Bloody hell." Was all Neville could say, after all what can you say when you find out your Transfiguration teacher has the ability to read your mind?

"Severus can probably give you some training, he'd also help you Longbottom if you ask nicely." Draco said reassuringly, patting the Gryffindor on the shoulder as the boy paled. He wasn't that bad, for a Gryffindor at least, he was just a bit slow. "In the meantime, if you can, try to avoid eye contact with him." At this the Gryffindor paled considerably more.

After some more discussion they decided to ask the potions professor for his help and also have a talk with Professor Black, in the meantime, they had a prank to pull.

Tom smiled slightly at Harry as they sat at their respective tables for breakfast, the earlier conversation still swirling through their minds.

Twenty minutes before breakfast was over, Ronald Weasley stomped over to the Gryffindor table, his bag stuck to his side as if with glue. He sat down, glaring at his brothers who could only raise their eyebrows as he ripped off the bag, hissing in pain as he then had to peel it off his hand. The twins watched as Ron became stuck to anything non metallic, groaning in pain as he had to rip things off himself.

"What happened to you?" Asked Fred curiously, throwing a ball of paper at his younger brother.

George laughed as the paper landed on Ron's head, instantly becoming stuck there. At their brothers silence they asked again in unison.

"I don't know! I think it's a spell or something but every time I try to cast finite it just doesn't work!" The youngest red head sang angrily, his voice rough and out of tune.

The students that heard froze, their eyes going to him slowly, it became silent, the lack of noise drawing attention to their table before the Gryffindors erupted into bursts of laughter.

"Why are you singing?" Dean Thomas asked between chuckles.

"I can't help it!" the boy sang.

The response was followed by more laughter as Tom and his friends watched in amusement.

Professor Dumbledore came over, eyes going to Ron who looked pleadingly at him, "What's the meaning of this noise?"

"It's Weasley sir, every time he talks it comes out in song." Seamus explained.

The twin's stood suddenly, "And look at this!" They both through balls of paper at their brother and upon impact the paper projectiles stuck to the younger boy.

Dumbledore turned his gaze on the two pranksters, "Was this you're doing?" he asked sternly. The twin's shook their heads, with a sigh he pulled out his wand and cast a finite, when that didn't seem to have an effect he ran a diagnostic spell on Ron. "It would seem you've ingested some babbledy brook weed and your skin has absorbed some sap from a Lucrisious plant into its pores, there's not really anything you can do but wait for their effects to stop on their own."

"How long will that take?" Ron asked, wincing at his own singing voice.

"A few hours, don't worry my boy. Have a nice breakfast." And with that the professor walked away, he had a good idea who was behind this but as he had told young Mr. Weasley there wasn't much he could do.

The remainder of breakfast was spent with Ron being near completely silent, as he tried to stand from his seat however, he found himself stuck to the bench and it was with much effort that he managed to free himself.

Neville watched with glee, he didn't like Ron; the boy was a bully to anyone smaller than him including Neville himself, it felt good to get some pay back. The babbledy brook weed would only affect him until lunch but the Lucrisious plant sap would last all day and probably half of the night.

Harry chuckled as he saw the twins and a few of their friends throw things at Ron during the walk to their first classes, the group seemingly turning it into a game as Fred shouted "20 points!" when he managed to hit his younger brother in the back of the head.

As the Slytherin/Gryffindor group passed the red head Tom hissed under his breath, his fingers wiggling minutely. Harry raised an eyebrow at the few words he had managed to understand, "That's cruel." He whispered to his friend.

"It'll teach him a lesson." The blue eyed boy replied; a look of dark retribution on his pale face, Draco and the others looked at him curiously.

"What are you going to make him see? Remember it can't be anything too bad or we'll definitely get into trouble." Theodore told him.

"You're first lesson is Potions, isn't it?" the elder boy asked seemingly randomly.

The group nodded as they came to a stop at the main staircase. Harry shook his head lightly, a look of slight confusion on his face, though a smile soon stretched across his face as Tom's eyes met his own. There was something about his friend's eyes when they were dark and dangerous and filled with mischief that he greatly enjoyed, it left him feeling as if his skin was on fire, and his magic seemed to hum just beneath the surface whenever the other boy looked his way as of late. It was as if the look was a physical touch upon his skin. He felt his face heat up suddenly as he remembered the feel of the others lips on his hair and he turned away abruptly, "We'll be late if we just stand here all day, come on."

Tom looked at the younger boy curiously for a moment but nodded with a smirk before saying his goodbyes to the first years, the group having to travel in a separate direction than him. All but Harry said their goodbyes, the boy seemingly flustered over something. Tom absently wondered if it had something to do with what he had done the previous night before brushing it off, it was probably to do with the Weasley brat's torment, Harry was a kind soul after all; perhaps he felt pity for the red head.

Robert and Stanley soon came to stand on either side of Tom; the blue eyed boy seemed to pay them no mind, simply watching the first year group walk down towards the dungeons. Both watched in silence while the elder boy smirked slightly as the one they now knew as Harry Potter, turned his head slightly to look back, a shy smile on his face as he waved goodbye after being nudged in the ribs by the Malfoy heir.

Tom suddenly turned around and began striding confidently to their first class, a hand sliding through his dark hair to push his growing bangs from the face.

"I think today is going to be a good day." He stated pleasantly.

Stanley and Robert shared a slightly worried look at the out of character tone.

The class jumped at the loud bang the doors made as they were slammed open, the large wooden barriers seeming to bounce slightly against the stone walls upon impact.

"Silence!" Snape yelled in his usual greeting despite the room already having fallen silent at his rather loud entrance.

"Today you will be learning the reasoning behind the use of different moon phases when brewing potions."He informed them as he walked down the aisle in quick strides before turning dramatically, his robes billowing slightly. Harry found it quite funny that the man could look so intimidating just by turning around.

There was a sudden scream just in front of Harry that came out like the shriek of a dying cat. The green eyed wizard had to hold in a laugh at the absolutely horrified look Ronald Weasley was now sporting. His skin was pale, making his freckles stand out on his skin while his mouth was agape and his eyes were as round as saucers as they simply stared at Professor Snape.

"What is the meaning of this Weasley?!" Snape yelled, stomping up to the boy, dark eyes full of murderous intent.

"where.. where..." the boy tried but he didn't seem to be able to say anything other than that; his mouth clamping shut instantly.

Harry looked to Draco who mouthed, 'What's going on?'

Harry bit his lip to hold in his laughter, before replying, 'He's seeing the professor in a woman's bathing suit.'

Draco leaned back in surprise before looking back at Weasley and quickly covered his moth, only just managing to keep his laughter to a bare minimum. Blaise, who was sitting beside him, nudged him and seemed to ask what he had before, the green eyed wizard watched as the situation was explained to Blaise and then the rest of the Slytherin members of their little group who were now leaning in to hear while he explained it to a curious looking Neville. The group seemed to be in varying states of amusement as they looked back at Weasley with slightly evil grins. The boy was now covering his eyes as Snape yelled at him for 'disturbing his classroom with his ridiculous behaviour.' The man had stepped over to the red heads side by this point, giving the boy a full view of the dark haired wizard, Ron let out a shriek before Snape kicked him out of the room, deducting 60 points from Gryffindor as he did so.

It took some time for the red haired Gryffindor to get himself off the chair as his body had become stuck to the stool he had been sitting on, in the end Snape had had to vanish it just to get him to properly stand, this led to the deduction of more points.

The rest of the lesson was spent in relative peace until the last half when Neville had managed to blow up his and Harry's potion after adding too many crow feathers. The potion, which was to be completed during the next potions lesson, on the day of the half moon, was now ruined; the liquid now a murky dark purple colour instead of it's needed silvery blue colour.

"You really need to pay more attention Nev." Harry sighed after Snape got rid of their failed potion with a minute glare.

"I'm sorry Harry; I'm just no good at potions."

Harry patted his friend on the shoulder comfortingly, "It's fine, I'm sure with some practice you could get better."

"Thanks."

They soon gathered their things and left the classroom, as they exited the room they spotted Ron who was trying to unglue himself from the wall he had been leaning on but at the sight of professor Snape as the man left his classroom, his actions froze and he clamped his eyes shut.

Harry had to admit, he felt a tad bit sorry for the boy but the majority of him wanted Ron to suffer. He grinned when he heard the other boy cry out in pain as he managed to tear himself off the wall. Serves him right.

The days classes were rather amusing, it would seem that Tom had made the spell time sensitive; the illusions the boy was seeing seeming to change every hour or so. At one point Ron, who was now able to talk without singing much to everyone's delight, had begun patting himself down with a look of terror on his face, as the minutes wore on the gentle brushing down motion turned into slaps and he began muttering about spiders.

By dinner the boy looked completely drained, wads of paper protruded from his back along with quills, his herbology book and strangely enough, a half eaten sandwich from lunch. He could only groan in misery as he became stuck to the bench during dinner and the twins threw another ball of parchment at him. He didn't even try to pull it off, instead leaving it there until whatever was wrong with him wore of, if it ever did. Merlin he hoped it would. He really didn't want to see that slimy git Snape in a bathing suit again.

His blue eyes landed on Potter as the boy laughed at something Neville Longbottom said.

His mind went back to mid July when his father had told him about how Sirius Black and the werewolf, Remus Lupin had taken him in; his mother had made a face at the mention of them but had mentioned that Potter was the son of their old friends from school. Before he boarded the Hogwarts express his father had asked Ron to try to be friends with the boy, even going so far as to point him out on the platform.

He had been apprehensive at first, after all Sirius Black had been labelled a murderer until only a few years ago and Lupin was a dark creature, but, Potter had seemed nice enough, a bright smile on his face as he was patted on the head by the shaggy haired Head of house Black.

He had gone to seek him out but had discovered Malfoy and his followers already within the compartment, Potter asleep within, head pillowed on the shoulder of a dark haired boy, he now knew as Tom Riddle, a Slytherin.

A rage filled him at the sight of Malfoy and he had instantly dubbed Harry Potter as an enemy.

When the green eyed boy was placed in Gryffindor he thought that perhaps he had labelled him too soon, after all a Gryffindor wouldn't hang around Slytherin's and he had been sure the snakes would cast him out if he tried to even go near them. This however had been proved wrong when he had seen the smile Riddle had given him and the very next day they had sat together at the Slytherin table, along with Longbottom, the traitor.

He had heard Tom Riddle was the boys adopted brother but that didn't help to quell the anger he felt when he saw the two together, a following of Slytherins behind them. There were rumours that Riddle was evil, and that bad things happened to those who crossed him though Ron had watched the boy but didn't really see anything of the sort, Riddle only smiled when Potter was around while the rest of the time he had his nose in a book or was writing something in a black journal of some sort. Though there were times when he saw the boys blue eyes turn cold, the change was quick and only lasted a second and sometimes he wondered if he had truly seen it at all.

Weasley stared at Potter in scrutiny, his eyes going from his green eyes to his pale skin and then to his messy raven locks. He watched as the other Gryffindor smiled, pink lips tugging upwards gently and he frowned, he almost looked like a girl from this distance.

He felt a weird prickling feeling on the back of his neck, as if some danger was nearby and turned his gaze from Potter to the Slytherin table. Blue eyes clashed as Ron met eyes with Tom Riddle, the red head seemed to freeze at the penetrating stare he was being given, the electric blue of Riddle's eyes that seemed to stand out on the boys pale skin bared deep into Ron's threateningly, daring him to do something. The young Gryffindor shivered slightly as they shifted off him suddenly after a few minutes and he sagged a bit in relief.

Another laugh escaped the green eyed wizard he had previously been looking at and he sunk lower in his seat, biting into a sausage harshly.

He really really hated Harry Potter.

AN: There was so much I wanted to do here but I didn't want to go overboard. Hopefully it was ok at least^^