News about the mass breakout from Azkaban as well as the defection of Dementors were the main topics that were discussed throughout Hogwarts for next few days. Tragic events that took place in the past directly caused by those who broke free were retold in fear and sadness, sometimes in anger. Others, too frightened, considered transferring schools like Beauxbatons or in America called Ilvermorny.
Ron was the most concerned.
He knew at some point the loyal followers who were captured from the First Wizarding War would eventually be free by Voldemort, but he didn't think it would happen soon. Or was it timed just as it was intended in the first place?
Daphne had been gracious enough to ask for a make-up meant for pale-skin. It blended his skin much better he was comfortable enough to roll up his sleeves even during Potions class which Snape himself was surprised to see it with his own eyes.
"Make-up?" repeated the Potions Master doubtfully after class.
Ron nodded dutifully. "Daphne suggested it would help. It's waterproof, doesn't rub on clothes, and can't be removed by any spells. It's only removable by a specific solution they made along with the product line."
"...how ingenious of her." He acknowledged. "Twenty points for Slytherin, then."
Daphne was pleased to hear after Ron told her and Theodore what was discussed. "I still can't believe Professor Snape knows about it as well." She said. They were walking to the fourth floor West corridor for their Charms class. The whole castle was decorated with pine and mistletoe, as well as with large and glittering ornaments. "I think it's for the best he knows your secret, since you had to go attend...those meetings. At least he'll be there to watch over you while we can't."
"I don't need a babysitter," said Ron grumpily.
"You don't, but you need an ally especially when you're surrounded by enemies." reminded Theodore.
Ron couldn't help but agree with that. They arrived the Charms classroom which they shared with the Hufflepuffs. He glanced around to see whether or not Flitwick was there but the short wizard was nowhere in sight.
"We still have ten more minutes." informed Daphne to the two.
They sat down on the back-end of the room and soon enough, the other students arrived. Draco, Pansy, and the other Slytherins arrived; Draco shot a sneer at Ron's direction while the redhead flipped the finger in return. Tracey, followed by Hannah Abbott, were the last to arrive. A minute before class would start, Flitwick arrived.
"Good day, everyone!" he greeted all, walking up the stacked books turned stairs to reach up. "We'll be learning now the Silencing Charm – please take out your quills and parchments –"
For the first couple of minutes, they took notes about the origin, theory, and wand movement, and soon after they were practicing the spell, which to Ron, was the best part. There was so much activity no one would be able to overhear anyone's conversation. Ron and Daphne worked with a crow while Theodore had to deal with a bullfrog. "- remember the wand movement! We don't want anyone's eyeballs coming out!"
"Are you going to talk to Dumbledore?" asked Daphne. "Silencio!" the crow was still able to caw but not as loud as it used to.
"When I have the time," said Ron, jabbing his wand forward and uttering the incantation. The crow let out a loud caw, earning a disgruntled look from him.
"Your jab is too much, it should be a sharp one." pointed out Theodore. "Watch – Silencio!" The bulldog opened its wide mouth to croak but none came out.
"Excellent, Mr. Nott! Ten points to Slytherin!" said Flitwick jovially who passed by just on time. "Mr. Weasley, do try again."
Ron felt pressured but tried to focus on the task on hand; he attempted to follow Theodore's movement and said, "Silencio!" The crow, unlike earlier, erupted a deafening screech. Other students who watched sniggered. By the end of the class, he along with other handful of students was given homework about the Charm. "Bloody crow." muttered Ron irritably.
"It's not that bad," consoled Daphne. She managed to do right with the spell on the third attempt.
"None of you had homework," scowled the redhead. They returned to the Great Hall for lunch, and Ron was quite hungry. As they ate, his gaze fell on the Gryffindor table where he could see his siblings. Looking at them still pained him.
And he knew why he was agitated and it wasn't because of Voldemort, but rather the thought of reuniting with his family this coming Christmas holidays. He wasn't even sure how he should act around them; he personally didn't want to be suspected of anything from both his parents. He still had two days to make a decision.
After having completed his Ancient Runes homework about runes of the 15th century, Ron have time to visit Dumbledore. But something about the vision bothered him. "Ring..." He said thoughtfully.
"Are you thinking about the Gaunts' heirloom ring?" inquired Daphne, looking up from her Arithmancy book.
Ron stared at her then something triggered inside his mind. "Did you find out what it looks like?" He asked urgently, catching Theodore's attention as well.
"The details of the ring aren't confirmed, but I know it has a symbol that Grindelwald used." shrugged Theodore.
"Grindelwald?"
The weedy teen nodded. "He has this symbol everyone who survived the war back in the 1940's would know. I'm sure Viktor Krum will tell you about it if you asked. Grindelwald used to study at Durmstrang before he was expelled. That's what I know, anyway."
"And," said Ron, eyeing on Theodore suspiciously, "how do you know all of this?"
"I took an interest about the first war." He shrugged.
Ron shook his head. Bidding both Daphne and Theodore for a moment, he left the common room headed off to his destination. He wasn't in a hurry, so he took the longer path. It was a mistake. After he took a left turn, he collided against one of those persons he wanted to avoid: Ginny.
Luna's presence didn't help ease the already boiling tension. "Hello Ron, it's been a long time since we last talked." said Luna in her usual dreamy tone.
"...hi." responded Ron stiffly, avoiding eye-contact with his younger sister who was just as determined to ignore him as well.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Not really," he muttered. "It's nice to see you again, Luna." He really missed talking to the eccentric blonde Ravenclaw but knew he wouldn't be able to do so at the moment. "I have to go now. Homework." He lied.
"See you whenever the Dark clouds clear up a bit." She said solemnly, stopping his tracks.
Ron stared at her. Does she know? "Right. I'll keep that in mind."
He was walking away and he could somehow hear his sister speak. "...even look at me. Coward."
His hands curled into fists and shook in contained anger. "What does she even know?" questioned Ron angrily, wanting to hex something or someone badly. I've risked my life for them and all they care about is Quidditch? He punched the stone wall, feeling the intense pain he committed to himself.
Ron took a deep breath and exhaled while building up his Occlumency shields. He had no time to get angry over something such as petty sibling fights. There were other matters he needed to prioritise. Fortunately, he arrived in front of Dimbledore's office with no one in sight. He distinctly recalled the password used and tried to see if it was still the same. It did. Relieved, he clambered upstairs.
"Mr. Weasley, I'm surprised you visited me today." said Dumbledore in greeting. Right now, Fawkes was present, looking as magnificent as ever. "Please do take a seat."
"Thank you sir." Ron sat down. "I'm here sir because I got a vision from Professor Snape. It's related to you."
Dumbledore raised both eyebrows, intrigued. "Please do tell me."
"It's...about your death."
Some of the portraits seemingly had woken up. "Preposterous! Dumbledore can't die!" one of deceased headmaster s said indignantly.
"Please do calm down, Basil." Said Dumbledore to the portrait on his far left. "I'm still alive." He turned once again to face Ron and said kindly, "Do continue, Mr. Weasley."
Ron cleared his throat. "The cause for your death is due to you wearing a ring. I'm not sure what kind of ring, but I have a feeling it's the Gaunts' heirloom ring I mentioned to you few months ago." He informed. "Your right hand will become black and dead-looking when you have worn it."
"Have I said something that may be of importance?"
The redhead paused for a moment to recall. "In the vision, Professor Snape asked you why you did wear the ring even if you already knew it's cursed. You said 'you were tempted' but you did not elaborate about it."
Somehow, Dumbledore's eyes became misty. "I see."
"Sir?"
"I greatly appreciated you telling me about this, Mr. Weasley. I daresay finding out my death and how it will happen is rather interesting. Your gift is truly fascinating." Said the old headmaster to him genuinely.
Ron nodded ardently but asked, "Professor, do you have any idea about the ring? The only thing I could think of is the Gaunt heirloom ring I've mentioned to you before. The ring that might be a Horcrux." He was certain the headmaster had some sort of idea about it. He couldn't imagine the old wizard so revered and powerful to die from a curse contained in a ring.
Dumbledore contemplated and answered, "There is that possibility the ring itself is one and the same we have been looking for. Coincidently, I have recently acquired a memory from a certain Bob Ogden who had at least encountered the Gaunt family. Will you be interested to view the memory?"
"Yes." He wasn't sure what the memory could provide in finding the answer but anything Dumbledore had to offer was worth taking part.
The two stood in the middle of the circular room with an unfamiliar stone basin placed in the middle that Dumbledore had summoned from the cabinet. He watched the old wizard took out a flask with silvery mist (or was it liquid?) and poured it into the basin. "Mr. Weasley, this is a Pensieve. I'm sure you have heard of it, yes?" With Ron's nod, he continued. "Simply lean over so you can view the memory. I shall join you soon."
Ron inhaled deeply and leaned over the basin and inserted him. And for a moment, he felt as though he was experiencing another vision. He felt himself leave the office and went deep down the Pensieve, whirring and then -
He was now standing in a country lane with sunlight beaming against him from above the clear sky. Dumbledore was now standing beside him. "This feels surreal," said Ron bewilderingly.
The older wizard chuckled. "It does at first. I suppose it's somehow different when you get yourself a vision."
Ron nodded while looking around. "Is that him?" he asked, gesturing toward a short, plump man wearing enormously thick glasses. He couldn't help but chuckle though; Bob Ogden was clearly clueless on wearing proper Muggle attire as he was only wearing a frock coat and a striped one-piece male bathing suit.
"Ah yes, it is him." Confirmed the headmaster, whose eyes twinkled at the attire. "Let's follow him."
And so they did. It was rather a long walk, Ron realised. After a couple of minutes, he could see the valley and Little Hangleton itself between two hills. Ron peered closer and saw a handsome manor across the valley. Before he could see everything else, Bod Ogden moved again and so they trailed after him. The path Bob Ogden took was becoming more beaten, and potholed in what seemed to be leading to a patch of dark trees clustered close one another.
Ogden took a stop and took out his wand, and Ron furrowed his eyebrows then glancing back at the trees. Looking closer, the trees themselves were like a disguise to an abandoned-looking house beyond.
"Sir, is that where the Gaunts live?" asked Ron slowly.
Dumbledore inclined a nod. "Rather surprising for a family descended from a noble line such as Salazar Slytherin, isn't it?"
Ron couldn't believe it himself. He was quite sure that the Gaunts were like the Malfoys, but seeing the state of their home blew his expectations apart. At least his family's home, the Burrow, was more decent and cared for even if they didn't have much money.
Ogden walked forward with caution, yet suddenly, a man in rags leaped down right in front of the short wizard from the nearest tree. He backtracked and stumbled at the sudden appearance of the man standing before him.
The man in question hissed.
"Er – good morning. I'm from the Ministry of Magic –" began Ogden as he stood up.
The man let out another hiss as it mocking him. Ron didn't understand what was happening until it dawned to him. "He's speaking in Parseltongue?"
"He is." Said Dumbledore. "We can only assume what he is saying."
The man in rags advanced on Ogden, a wand in his right, and a knife in the left.
"Now look –" Ogden attempted to calm the man down, but it was too late: There was a bang, and Ogden was on the ground, clutching his nose, while a nasty yellowish goo seeped between his fingers.
"Morfin!" a loud voice shouted from inside the house.
An older man came out from the cottage, and he was even shorter than the man called Morfin. He stopped walking, standing beside Morfin who was now cackling at Ogden. "Ministry, is it?" he said, looking down at the wizard.
"Correct!" affirmed Ogden in anger, dabbing his face with a handkerchief he procured from his wand. "And you, I take it, are Mr. Gaunt?"
"S'right," said Gaunt rather haughtily. "Got you in the face, did he?" he sounded rather pleased as he mentioned it.
"Yes, he did!" snapped Ogden.
"Should've made your presence known, shouldn't you?" said Gaunt aggressively. "This is private property. Can't just walk in here and not expect my son to defend himself."
"Defend himself against what?" questioned Ogden, clambering up to his feet.
"Busybodies. Intruders. Muggles and filth."
"Ah, pure-blood mania is still there." Mused Ron. "Just like the Malfoys. Great."
As the conversation (that was lightly putting it) went on, Ron understood the purpose for Bob Ogden's visit. Inside the dilapidated house, there was another person named Merope. She looked oddly proportioned just like her father and brother but unlike them, she was clearly terrified and abused.
The moment Ogden mentioned that Morfin was being summoned to court, father Gaunt blew up. "Summons! Summons? Who do you think you are, summoning my son anywhere?"
"I'm the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad," presented Ogden himself in his full height.
"And you think we're scum, do you?" screamed Gaunt, advancing on Ogden now. "Scum who'll come running when the Minostry tells 'em to? Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy little Mudblood, do you?"
Ron flinched slightly at the use of the insulting word.
"I was under the impression that I was speaking to Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden warily, but stood his ground.
"That's right!" roared Gaunt, and he was now shaking up his right hand t Ogden's face.
Ron moved closer to see the ring that caught his attention and his jaw fell upon seeing it. It was exactly the same ring he saw in his vision. Before he could speak, Gaunt continued to speak.
"See this? See this? Know what this is? Know where it came from? Centuries it's been in our family, that's how far back we go, and pure-blood all the way! Know how much I've been offered for this, with the Peverell coat of arms engraved on the stone?"
"I've really no idea," said Ogden, clearly unsure how the ring was connected to the issue at hand. "and it's quite beside the point, Mr. Gaunt. Your son has committed –"
With a howl of rage, Gaunt dragged his daughter in front by the golden chain around her beck. "See this?" he bellowed at Ogden, shoving a heavy golden locket at his face, while Merope choked and gasped for air. It was hard to watch.
"I see it, I see it!" said Ogden hastily, his eyes fleeted toward Merope in concern.
"Slytherin's!" yelled Gaunt. "Salazar Slytherin's! We're his last living descendants, what do you say to that, eh?"
Ron took a great interest on the golden locket, taking in the details while it was still presented.
The scene turned for the worst and the conversations became indecipherable as both Gaunt senior and Morfin used Parseltongue. By the end of the memory, Ron was filled with an odd sense of closure and knowledge. He didn't realise Dumbledore's forlorn expression.
As soon as it was over, both Ron and Dumbledore retreated from the memory. The redhead was shocked. "It's that ring! I'm sure of it!" he exclaimed. "I saw the symbol on the stone better than in my vision – it has a triangle with a circle and a vertical line across –" he stopped talking when he noticed Dumbledore's astounded expression. "Sir?"
"I understand now."
Ron furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean, professor?"
Dumbledore returned to his seat and closed his eyes wearily. He looked quite older than he was before. "Quite foolish of me even when I would have assumed it'll be cursed." He set his focus on Ron and said sincerely, "I do not think I have thanked you enough for providing such insight and knowledge, Mr. Weasley. You are truly of great help. Do not doubt my words."
"T-thank you, sir." Ron's cheeks were pink. It was too much for him to handle compliments like this. "But professor, if you don't mind me asking, I –"
"You wanted to know. Yes, an inquisitive mind yearns for understanding and I will provide you, but only a summary. It is too long and dreary if you have to listen to everything." acknowledged Dumbledore. "Nonetheless, I wish you will not disclose what I will say. The less people know the better."
"Now, have you heard of the Deathly Hallows?"
Ron shook his head. "I haven't heard of it."
Dumbledore let a small smile graced on his lips. "Of course. Very few people are aware of it. Mr. Weasley, I'm sure you have known of the Tale of the Three Brothers?"
"Yes, it's my favourite out of the stories from Beedle the Bard." grinned Ron. "Mum always read it when I was young."
"Not many know, but the story is actually a clue to those who seek to become the Master of Death." On Ron's bewildered expression, he said further, "There are three objects that will make someone 'Master of Death'. No one really knows what being one does per se. Do you know what those are?"
The younger wizard thought deeply. Master of Death? What does that mean? To master death? To escape from death? You can't run away from it. Ron kept repeating the word 'Death' but something clicked. "In the story, the three brothers asked for something from Death since they avoided falling from the cliff by conjuring a bridge." Began Ron slowly. "A powerful wand, a stone that can bring back the dead, and a cloak of invisibility that Death owned."
"That is correct. The wand, cloak, and stone. All three and one will become Master of Death." As he explained, he took out a parchment, quill, and ink pot. He drew over the parchment with a triangle first, then a circle, and a line across. It was the symbol that Ron saw. "The Deathly Hallows."
"On my youth, I've been told about this and it, admittedly, took all of my focus that I was no longer able to see the bigger picture." Dumbledore sighed, his pained expression evident. "It cost me. And I have regretted ever since."
Ron wanted to ask for more information but somehow knew it was too personal. "So...the ring, it's one of the Hallows?" He confirmed.
"Correct, Mr. Weasley. It is called the Resurrection Stone. Many misconceived that it has the power to actually revive the dead; it does not. It can, however, recall those who have passed on." Informed Dumbledore.
After hearing this, Ron was more sure of his assumptions and of the vision he had of him. It made much more sense. "But You-Know-Who might have turned this into a Horcrux, right? Also, the locket. I'm sure it turned also into one. If it were, then where he would hide those two?" he asked, wanting to steer the conversation to something less personal and more urgent such as Voldemort's defeat.
"That is a good question." mused the headmaster. "Voldemort –" Ron flinched, "- would hide it somewhere no one would dare looking and yet it will still be accessible for him. Of course, he would place wards and numerous dark protections to protect his Horcrux. And with only my limited knowledge of him I would believe he'd hide it where he murdered significant individuals to create his Horcrux."
Ron stared. "You mean the ring is hidden at the Gaunts'?"
"Precisely. I do not believe he'd hide the locket in the same place. That will be another thing we'll have to investigate."
He then remembered what Daphne told him. "Daphne said her hires went there and relayed that the house is warded heavily. Lots of dark magic. I haven't asked what the update is but I could ask her."
"How thoughtful of you. However, there is no need. Once I have the time, I will go there personally." said Dumbledore.
Ron frowned. "But you might get cursed just like what I had Seen." He blurted out then flushed. "It's not like I think you're incapable but – I don't want you to be gone sooner." He ended in a whisper.
The older wizard regarded him for awhile. "If you wish, you may accompany me in retrieving the ring."
The words struck Ron and made him stop thinking. "What?"
"If the opportunity rises, will you accompany an old man such as myself, a man bound to make mistakes, to get the ring?"
There was no doubt in Ron's heart and mind as he answered. "Yes, sir!" It wasn't everyday you get to go on an adventure with someone like Albus Dumbledore. Dangerous, yes, but still an adventure like no other. He had to be prepared when that time would come.
Dumbledore smiled. "Thank you. I believe with you by my side, you will not be tempted to wear the ring."
It was something that Ron just took notice. The pressure of not making the vision to turn into reality. He gulped. "I'll do whatever it takes for that vision to not happen at all," he said determinedly. He had to. He couldn't imagine Dumbledore gone when the battle against Voldemort would escalate further.
"I admire your determination, Mr. Weasley. But do keep in mind that there are things that have to happen, even if you don't want it." advised Dumbledore gently. "I believe that is everything we have discussed. Our next lesson will likely be in January. However," he paused, his eyes on Ron, "If you plan to stay here at Hogwarts during the Christmas holidays, then we can have the lesson much earlier."
Ron stared at him. Did he read my mind? He was sure the older wizard didn't use Legilimency on him, but it was something that occupied him for some time. "I'm thinking about it, sir." He admitted.
"Is it because you're worried they might see the Dark Mark?"
Ron shook his head. "There's that. But Daphne got me a make-up kit" he blanched as he said this (he wasn't a fan even if he found it useful), "so I can cover it up. It's...more personal." He finished hesitantly.
He could tell Dumbledore would be able to guess correctly what it was about, but fortunately he didn't mention it. "You still have two days left to decide before Professor Snape asks for confirmation." He told him. "I do wish you will spend your time with them. Christmas is, after all, a time for family."
"Thank you, sir." nodded Ron. "I'll go now."
Ron left the headmaster's office and walked to the Kitchens to have a bit of supper. His thoughts about the Deathly Hallows remained but there was something he forgot to ask. As he walked, something left off for some reason. He stopped and looked. It's like someone's watching me, he said mentally with his eyes narrowing at his surroundings.
No one was around.
"Am I imagining?" he wondered aloud, still eyeing on his surroundings. His mind came upon the cloak of Death, reminding him greatly of an Invisibility cloak. And soon after his thoughts ended up with Harry.
Potter? Is he following me?
It was ridiculous, nonsense even, to think of it. But it was something he couldn't let pass. Ron wanted to know why and yet thinking about the possibility that he was onto him scared out his wits. What if he knows my secret?
It was impossible, he'd made sure no one would say a word. Theodore, Daphne, Dumbledore, even. Snape. Then something struck him. Did Diggory slip?
The Hufflepuff Headboy promised yet he could've accidently said something.
Ron had to find out.
He took a detour leading back to the Slytherin dungeons and getting inside, saw Astoria Greengrass doing her homework with her friends. "Hey Tori," greeted Ron, approaching her.
The younger Greengrass looked startled and managed to greet back. "Hello Ron. How are you?"
"Do you kind if I could have a bit of parchment? Also, a quill you could lend me? I need to write a letter to someone." He asked rather quickly.
"Are you going to write a letter to your girlfriend?" questioned one third-year boy bluntly.
Ron stared at the boy and scowled. "None of your business."
"You're not swinging for the other team, are you?"
"Bloody hell! Are you seriously asking me that?" he said irritably, throwing his arms up in frustration.
"Here, Ron." said Astoria hastily, giving him a piece of parchment and self-inking quill. "Sorry about Dimitri, he likes to ask certain questions." She added with a lowly voice.
"Right." Ron wasted no time and hastily wrote a short letter. Finally done, he thanked Astoria and went out again. He passed by Daphne who was with Tracey and said halfway across the hall, "Later" and reached the Owlery. He choose a black tawny owl and said, "Send this to Cedric Diggory. And soon."
The tawny gave him a reproachful look as if saying 'I know how to do my job' and extended its wings to fly after accepting the letter.
Ron watched it fly away before leaving the Owlery. He'd known about it soon enough.
The following day, Ron had met up with Cedric early in the morning beside the Black Lake after having the last laps with Theodore and Daphne. As expected, the seventh year Hufflepuff was on time.
"I got your letter last night, Ron." Said Cedric. "Went for a jog?" he asked, noticing the redhead's outfit and current state.
Ron shrugged. "Thrice a week. It's our last day."
Cedric's eyebrows rose upon hearing the word 'our'. "I see. So, what do you want to ask?"
"Did you tell anyone about my secret?"
"Of course not," the seventh year Hufflepuff answered, shaking his head. "I swore to you so I won't. Why?"
Ron let out a relieved sigh. "I just thought you accidentally slipped on someone." He admitted. "Potter to be exact."
"Harry?" inquired Cedric. "Aren't you two friends?"
"During our first train ride going here, yeah," shrugged Ron. "But we're not friends like Mione and I have. He and I are more of acquaintances, if you ask me. And I challenged him to a duel last year so I doubt he'd be any chummy with me after that."
"Duel?" repeated Cedric. "What for?"
"I...needed to get something out from him." said Ron sheepishly. "It's for a good cause!"
"I sometimes forget you're a Slytherin unlike your older brothers." Cedric watched him and said, "You did pretty well on your first Quidditch game even if you didn't get along with your teammates."
Ron's ears turned red upon hearing him. "It was nothing." He grumbled. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to ask from you. Don't tell anyone what we talked about just now. See you." As he walked back inside the castle, he was surprised to see Cedric walking side-to-side. He felt rather uncomfortable and he had reason to feel that way. "Cedric, you don't want to be seen with me." He hissed.
Cedric raised both eyebrows. "And why is that?"
"Because –" He stopped himself, unsure how to rephrase 'because I got branded as a Death Eater few days ago and Death Eater spawns are watching my every move'. "- it's dangerous. You'll get yourself at risk. Don't ask. Just...just take my word, alright?"
"And now I'm intrigued." Cedric stopped in front of him. "If you can't tell me exactly why, I don't think I'm going to believe you. You have to tell me."
"I can't. But Dumbledore knows and we're going to sort it out. Yes, he knows since third year." He said waspishly.
"Is it that bad?"
Ron nodded seriously. "I got stuck in something horrible. There's nothing I can do, so I have to be more careful. Even here, there'll be eyes and ears that might go against me." He let out a sigh. "I can't risk it. It's hard enough I got you out of that dreaded end point of yours so let's not push it to make it happen again, alright?"
Ron's words seemed to get through the Headboy this time. "I understand. Still, if you need anything, don't hesitate to approach me. I'll help you in any way I can." Said Cedric solemnly.
The older student bid him with a sad smile and walked away, leaving Ron quite lonely.
Ron looked up the cloudy sky, sighing. "It's for the best." He murmured.
The day went by as usual as possible with Ron making a steady progress with the classes. He kept mind of his actions as he became more paranoid from those who watched his movements. This continued until the following day until he was approached by Snape asking those who wished to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.
After so much debate to himself, he finally decided to go back home. He wasn't going to let his siblings get in the way of spending his time with their parents and other siblings. Also, he wanted to check on Percy.
"I see you made your decision," said Snape silkily to the redhead. "I suggest you be careful."
Ron unconsciously clutched his left arm. "I will." He said shortly.
Both Daphne and Theodore approached him. "Are you sure you wanted to stay at your place?" questioned Daphne. "I'm quite certain your siblings haven't made up with you."
"I don't give a rat's arse about what they think." growled Ron. "I can take care of myself."
Daphne glanced uneasily to Theodore. "Well, if you're sure." She slipped out a piece of parchment from her pocket and handed over to Ron. "Just in case you change your mind or...something happened, you can stay over at my home."
Ron stared at her. He unfolded the parchment and saw a neatly written address.
Greengrass Estate, West Sussex
"Thanks for the gesture," Ron said with a grimace, pocketing the parchment.
"Let's get going, or we'll be late for Transfiguration." Said Theodore. The three left the common room and set off, hurrying toward their next class.
Ron sighed to himself. Only one week left.
They arrived last and were forced to sit near the front of the class with Professor McGonagall already present. "Hurry long, Mr. Nott, Weasley, and Ms. Greengrass." She said to the three sharply. "We'll begin."
Ron hastily sat down and pulled out his Transfiguration book, quill, and inkpot. "Don't you have a parchment?" whispered a familiar voice. He turned to look and realised it was Hermione who seated just beside him. He felt his insides squirming.
"Er, I ran out." He said lowly. "It's fine, I can write in my book."
"You've been very busy lately."
Ron shrugged as he scribbled a couple of words while half-listening to the lecture. "Lots of stuff occupying me."
"You haven't been speaking to your siblings too." She pointed out, her focus in front.
He stiffened at the mention. "They'll get over it soon." He said morosely. Ron could tell Daphne was listening as well as giving him a reproachful look. "I really don't –"
"Is there anything you'd like to share in class, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger?" said Professor McGonagall abruptly, catching both students' attention.
The other students' gaze fell on them and Ron couldn't stop his ears from reddening. "Nothing, Ma'am." He muttered.
"Sorry, Professor." squeaked Hermione, covering her face in embarrassment.
"Do pay attention. Now, Vanishing spells are crucial as –" the lecture continued and neither Hermione nor Ron uttered a word, convinced at not having another repeat. For the rest of the lesson, they were to practice vanishing snails. Ron focused on accomplishing this to avoid any added homework. As much as he improved himself with his studies, it wasn't like he liked it just as much as the bright Gryffindor witch beside him.
It took him awhile but fortunately before the class ended he finally did it. Professor McGonagall passed by, her eyes looking critical of their work and then gave him a short nod of approval.
"You knew she was going to call us out, Daphne." frowned Ron at the blonde Slytherin girl.
"It's not like I could warn you immediately." She sniffed, picking up her bag. "You shouldn't be chatting in the first place."
Ron wanted to argue but decided against, seeing her point. He glanced over to Hermione, now walking together with Harry and Neville. He really missed talking to her. To his surprise, he saw Hermione turned back and gave a small wave with an apologetic smile on her smile.
He grinned sheepishly and waved back. He didn't spot Harry giving him a funny look with Neville glancing back and forth between them.
"That's enough hand-waving, Weasley," interrupted Theodore flatly. "We're going to be late in Ancient Runes."
"I'll have free time." Sighed Daphne. "Might as well use it to revise my Arithmancy homework." She approached Tracy who greeted her with a small smirk, before shooting an inquisitive look toward him and Theodore.
"So, what's going on between you and Davis?" asked Ron in an attempted innocent tone as the two walked up to the sixth floor, East Wing.
Theodore scowled at him. "You want me to hex you, Weasley?"
Ron bit back a laugh. "You're the one who's tense. If Daphne wasn't so suggestive, I wouldn't have found out. You know I'm pretty thick."
"Wished you still are," grumbled Theodore. "I have no intention of making myself known."
"And why is that?"
"No decent witch would ever see me as a potential partner seeing as my family's history, as well as my father being a Death Eater." He said pointedly.
Ron winced. It was still astounding that despite their age, Theodore was ahead in thinking those aspects of life. It was true, no sane witch would come close to a dark wizarding family. And him branded as one was just as horrific.
They finally arrived at the Ancient Runes classroom. They settled down in the middle column and waited until the other students entered as well.
In a couple of weeks, Ron would be sixteen and in another year, he'd be of age. It was strange how time flies, he thought as he carved a block of wood with a rune. By the end of the class, what he carved turned out to be "wisdom" which something he didn't expect. Then he thought, with age comes more experience and with it, comes wisdom.
The last week of the term flew by quickly and Ron just felt his nerves getting the better of him. It was already Saturday morning and nearly everyone was at the Great Hall having their last breakfast and then heading to Hogsmeade station to ride the train back to King's cross, London.
He was still not good at putting make-up on his left arm where the Dark Mark was etched, reminding him of the dreadful night. He hoped Percy was well and had no recollection of that event. After finishing his sloppy yet decent application, he wore his blue undershirt and maroon sweater with a gold letter R in front.
"This is stupid," muttered Ron angrily to himself. He shouldn't feel apprehensive coming home but he was.
"Are you done?" Daphne's voice came from outside as the door swung open.
Ron grunted, closing his trunk.
"You're looking rather chipper," remarked Daphne, giving him an appraising look. "Keep you chin up. You're going to see your family."
"I know," he grimaced. "But..."
Daphne hummed slightly. "You'll be fine."
Ron only hoped so. Both of them walked out and made way to the Great Hall. Theodore was already there, his face covered by the Daily Prophet he was reading. "Anything good?" asked Ron to the dark teen.
"The usual." was all Theodore said, then placed the newspaper on the side.
The redhead Slytherin watched the two, thinking. He hadn't told them of the last conversation he had with Dumbledore, as well as the vision he got from Snape, regarding it as something private just like Cedric's. Still, he could tell them about the Gaunt ring being a Horcrux.
"Hey you two," he called. Daphne and Theodore turned their focus on him, waiting. "I have something to tell you – it's about our...project."
Daphne had a faint smirk on her pretty face. "We've been expecting you to say something. During the train ride, you can tell us."
Theodore nodded. "Before you forget to mention it to us."
Ron scowled at him. "It wasn't intentional, you git. I just –"
"- had a lot in mind." Finished the two with a knowing look. "We know."
Sometimes, he wondered how much they knew about him. And it amazed while, at the same time, terrified him in some weird way. He shook his head. "Stop ganging up on me." He grumbled.
Daphne looked amused while Theodore rolled his eyes.
They ate in silence, spending the remaining time before they had to leave the castle to head for the station. Ron ignored the sinking feeling he had as he ate vigorously; he wasn't going to spend any more money buying treats in the train than he ought to.
Finally done, they stood up to leave. "I hope we can get a compartment to ourselves." Said Daphne.
"We can always kick the first years out." shrugged Theodore, which earned a smack on the arm from her.
"You're such a bully."
"I'm not." He denied smoothly. They went first to Hagrid's hut to retrieve Damon. When Ron was about to open the door, it swung open by itself and revealed Hagrid.
"Wha' are yeh doin' here, Ron?" asked Hagrid, then his eyes fleeted to Theoodore and Daphne's direction with obvious curiosity.
"I'm here for Damon." replied Ron. "I'm surprised you're here. Did you come back last night?"
Hagrid shook his shaggy head. "Came here two days ago. Spent a lot of time at France, mind yeh. Good country."
Ron couldn't help but blurted out, "What were you doing there? You look like you've roughed up." Then, a loud bark came from inside the hut and Damon came out leaping toward Ron's direction, licking him all over his face.
"Er - had a bit of an accident," shrugged Hagrid. He looked like he almost said something else but felt rather uncomfortable with Theodore and Daphne present.
"Oh. Well, I hope you get better. See you next term." Ron bid him and walked away with Daphne and Theodore, with Damon trailing after them. "He's definitely lying about the accident bit." He mused.
"Of course. Haven't told you, but they went to the mountains to offer alliance with the giants." said Theodore to the two.
"Giants?" repeated both Daphne and Ron.
He nodded. "Most likely, he had the same mission, except – he failed."
"So...the giants are with You-Know-Who now?" Ron's insides were now squirming uncomfortably at the news. This is happening way to fast. First, the breakout and now this?
"Oddly enough, that happened few months ago. Dunno why it took that gamekeeper time to get back here." said Theodore thoughtfully. They arrived on the platform and saw the scarlet train with students piling up. They passed by all the compartments that were full, until they saw one empty. Theodore slipped inside, followed by the two and Damon and shut the door. "Skit," he called.
The House-elf of Nott appeared with a low crack, and bowed deeply. "You is calling, Young Master Nott?" he squeaked.
"Please retrieve my trunk, as well as Weasley –" he gestured to Ron, "and Greengrass."
Skit nodded vigorously and bowed once more. "It is being done!" With another crack, the House-elf vanished.
"It must be handy to have a House-elf," commented Ron.
"Only if they're loyal to you," said Theodore. "which is why abuse doesn't work on them if you want their full attention."
"And where you learned that?" teased the redhead.
Theodore didn't respond immediately but finally answered. "From mother."
It was the first time the dark teen mentioned anything about his mother. Usually, it was his father, Nott Senior. "That's a good advice." Spoke Daphne, breaking the silence.
Ron nodded. "We'll keep that in mind."
Skit returned with the trunks properly placed on the racks. He bowed lowly to all of them and vanished with a crack. The train blew its whistle on cue.
"Let's settle down," said Daphne. She let Damon lie down on her lap and scratched the back on his ear lightly. "You should tell us what you supposed to have told us earlier."
Theodore held his wand and began casting privacy charms and warms. "All done," he said, putting away his wand and leaning back.
Ron sighed. "I can confirm to you two that the Gaunt ring is a Horcux. Dumbledore showed me a memory about this former head and his encounter with the Gaunts. I already saw what it looks like. Slytherin locket is most likely one as well. Dumbledore said there is a high possibility that the ring is at the Gaunt's home."
"That's good to know." remarked Daphne. "So the only thing left is to retrieve it."
"Yeah, about that, Dumbledore said he'd be the one to retrieve it. And," Ron paused as he still couldn't believe it himself, "he asked me to accompany him when he finds the time to go there."
Both Daphne and Theodore looked surprised. "That's...wow. I didn't imagine he'd do that." She said.
"Neither did I." mused Theodore.
"I know." agreed Ron. "It's something I'll have to prepare."
"I suppose I'll have to contact my hires and end their mission." Said Daphne. "I'll have them search on the Hufflepuff's cup, then Ravenclaw's diadem."
Ron noticed Theodore watching him. "What?"
"I really don't think you should go back." He said shortly.
"Why is that?" questioned Ron aggressively. He felt his choices were doubted and he had to defend them.
"What if the He calls for you?"
Ron swallowed hard. "I'll look for a way." He said stiffly.
Theodore continued to watch him, then sighed. "If you say so."
The remaining train ride went silent and Ron decided to sleep it off to kill time. Daphne left the compartment to spend time with Tracey, and Theodore took out a book to read. After a couple of hours, the door slid open. Theodore looked up and said, "Lovegood."
"Hello, the Whirries told me Ron is here." said Luna dreamily.
"He is," confirmed the dark teen.
"Is it alright if I could speak to him?"
Theodore eyed on her and stood up, pocketing the book he was reading. "I'll come back later."
"Thanks. You're such a good friend to Ron." She hummed, getting in. He stared at her, as if he was about to say something but resisted. Once he was gone, Luna turned to Ron's direction. Damon saw her and leapt to her side. "It's nice to see you, Damon. You've grown up." She returned her focus to Ron who was still asleep. "It's been so long since we talked. I know you had a lot of things occupying you."
"I'm certain you're still hurt about what they said. Mummy always told me that people sometimes don't understand what they see, so they close their hearts." She said softy. "Give it time. They are your family. If you could also open up to them, it'll be easier for you. You've been carrying a heavy burden since I met you. I'm concerned for you. It's not good keep it that way."
Luna paused for moment, thinking. "They will understand you, maybe not now or soon, but they will. Don't lose hope." She stood up. "If you need to say something, you can always owl me. Happy holidays, Ron. Bye Damon." She opened the compartment, unfazed that Theodore was already standing in front. "Thanks for giving me a spare time with him."
Theodore only nodded. As he got in, he said, "And you never even respond to her, Weasley."
Ron opened his eyes his and sat up. "Shut it, Nott." He said through gritted teeth. He didn't expect Luna to come looking for him, lest even talk to him. And every time, she always said the things he needed to hear the most. "And you're the one who's listening in."
"Purely coincidental. I went to the loo and got back." He said smoothly.
An hour later, Daphne returned with Tracey. They got in and spent the remaining time with them. Tracey admittedly like the redhead's familiar, reminding her of the dog she had back home. Daphne was caught smiling and shooting pointed looks at Theodore.
The train slowly reduced its speed. Ron poked his head out the window and could make out the outline of King's Cross station. Tracey excused herself to get her trunk, and Theodore glared at Daphne once more.
Ron's insides were squirming uncontrollably. This was worse than the Quidditch game he had against Gryffindor. The train came to a full stop. Students of all ages came out from their compartments, dragging their belongings.
Here goes nothing.
This might be the longest chapter I've ever done. Could've been longer but stopped myself haha.
Actually, after this chapter, I realised how closer Ron is to Dumbledore than Harry is to him. Didn't expect it myself. But then again, Ron is never treated much as a pawn. But he is a knight, limited yet unpredictable in movement.
Will his stay at the Burrow turn out good or bad?
For those wondering when Umbridge will appear, quite soon! And I'll be adding another OC who might be more significant but will help Ron's development as a character.
The next chapter is likely shorter. Please review as always!
