Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in my story JK ROWLING does.

Thank you all for the amazing reviews, they mean a lot. Sorry for the wait on this one, these last few months i've been all over the place. Anyway here you all are...chapter 6!

Sunday, September 22, 1991

It had been about two weeks since the incident with the trio and since then he hadn't had time to talk to any of them. Ron had invited Hermione to study a few times but she had declined each time. There were multiple times where he would be in the library and see the three of them studying and doing homework together and he had to be honest, it hurt a little bit, he had thought he and Hermione would be good friends but now he talked to her just as much as he talked to the rest of the Gryffindors. He decided to live with it, it still hurt from time to time though.

Ron was currently in the secret room working on the spell Semita Recta again, over the last two weeks he had advanced slowly with the spell, the farthest he got was a little red light coming out of his wand. He carefully took his wand out as he had to be careful with this spell to make sure he wasn't blasted back against the wall again. He aimed his wand at the wall, flicked it upwards, and said the incarnation "Semita Recta".

He felt his wand vibrate in a nice hum. His wand still felt cold but this was the best the wand would do for him, in the sense of being a match. He saw a small red cone-shaped thing appear out of his wand. It wasn't big enough to be used with the knockout gas spell, but it was the best he had done without an explosion happening right after and he was really happy about that. He proceeded to work on the spell for another hour before switching to the stunning spell and disarming charm.

Sunday's were a day where Ron could just practice magic the whole time and most of the time when he would get a spell down or become better at magic it would take place during the weekend. He did practice magic as much as he could during weekdays, but a lot of the time school and homework would take up most of the day, which would only leave him with a few hours of practice.

Ron was currently strolling around the castle with not much purpose. He had taken to strolling through the castle and practicing magic as a way to cope with not having any friends, he felt like a loner, but he didn't like being a loner. He knew no one in his house would associate with him as that was social suicide and he also knew that kids from other houses probably wouldn't either, they would either already have a friend group and be too busy to hang out with him, or because he was a snake from the house of Salazar he couldn't be trusted and was a bad person.

He knew how a good amount of the other kids and especially other Gryffindors from all years thought of him. "The evil Weasley, the hidden snake in the family". It hurt a lot to hear people say this, and they weren't even discreet about it, they would make it painfully obvious by talking in areas he would pass regularly. The twins and Percy tried to stop it but it didn't do much. They couldn't be there always and forever. Despite all of it though he was just really glad that his family didn't seem to mind, he didn't know how Bill or Charlie felt about it but he was worried about them, they would more or likely just worry about him being with people like Malfoy. He was mainly worried because of the twins but they seemed to be ok with it, which relieved him. He knew that the twins still despised Slytherin heavily, but he also knew that they knew he was the same little brother they had known for 11 years.

Ron entered the courtyard and sat down with his legs tucked in, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. The courtyard had become his favorite place to meditate and sense magic, having the cool air brush past him as he was clearing his mind so he could just sense magic was peaceful. He hadn't progressed with wandless magic at all, he wouldn't be able to even make anything wiggle, but with meditating he was progressing well. He was becoming a more peaceful and calm person overall, he still had his huge temper and it could explode any moment, but as an individual, he was slowly becoming calmer. One of the reasons he loved the courtyard was because it was one of the few places where he would be able to sense the magic of Hogwarts. In his secret room for some reason, he couldn't sense the magic of Hogwarts but out in the courtyard, it was blaring and showing itself to anyone who would dare to see it, to sense it.

Ron could feel the magic of Hogwarts coursing all around him. He had to sense it slowly and carefully because Hogwarts has tons and tons of magic coursing through its walls. If he went in too quickly and wasn't being careful at all he could overload his magical core. It was a serious injury but also an injury that would only occur if someone hadn't done their research on the topic of sensing magic.

Ron was sitting in the courtyard with his eyes closed, legs tucked in, and he was sensing magic. He felt the normal power of Hogwarts, the magic he had become familiar with over the previous week. Everything felt normal, he felt the normal feeling of warmth and slight electricity shooting through him, the feeling was amazing. He could sense all the magic around him, the regular familiar magic. Then he felt it, the magic was pure, good, and powerful. Whatever it was had a large magical core that had adapted to all kinds of magic. He felt the magic coming closer and closer to him. He felt it when it was 20 feet away, 18 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet.

The magic was soaring with power and Ron had no idea what it was but he felt it close, he felt it in front of him. He opened his eyes to see none other than the headmaster standing in front of him with a light smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Uhh...Headmaster, um.. can I help you?" Ron said in a surprised tone. What would Albus Dumbledore want with someone like him?

"Ah no no, you are fine my boy. I was just here to do what you are doing here actually" Dumbledore spoke cheerfully "I come down here to meditate and feel the magic around me, just like you".

Ron was shocked, he did something the greatest wizard alive did! Awesome! Before Ron could respond the headmaster had sat next to him, closed his eyes, then spoke.

"I must say, I am a little surprised that a first-year is learning to sense magic, it is very endearing to see a young wizard with a sense of how to truly feel and learn about magic," Dumbledore said softly.

They didn't speak after that they both just sat in the courtyard sensing magic for a couple of hours.

Monday, September 23, 1991

Ron wasn't too excited for classes as he was learning much more advanced magic on his own, even sensing magic was more fun. He had spent a good time with Dumbledore on Sunday and it was kind of surreal, he loved it.

Ron had entered charms not expecting to do anything entertaining, he was correct. He felt like he was just slowly making his way through his day when classes were involved. Classes were becoming dull for him, hell if it was already dull how would it be in the future, 7 years of this dullness! He was only having a good time when he was on his own, magic-wise that is. In terms of having fun as a kid, he was having none, he didn't have any friends. He felt alone all the time, especially with Slytherins name-calling and insulting him. He would hear the same insults all the time.

"You can't even afford good robes, can you? Those must be 5th hand robes!"

"Filthy Blood Traitor!"

"Ugh how much more stuff are you gonna affect with your filth"

"Loser"

"Friendless"

"All alone weasel?"

"Where are your friends' weasel?"

He tried his best to block out the insults and not bite back, as he was trying his best to not lose his temper. Nearly every time Malfoy insulted him he would lose his shit, but with others he was okay. The second closest to Malfoy was Pansy Pug-face Parkinson, although she's not inherently ugly how she acted and how she would shove her nose up to make it look squished like a pug, really made her look unattractive. She would insult his family and his filthiness the most out of all the Slytherins, she was infuriating, but he still hated Malfoy more, he definitely hated Malfoy more.

Ron was currently practicing magic, he was practicing the stunning charm and the directional spell 'Semita Recta' again. He was slowly progressing with the directional spell while the stunning charm was just shooting off weak sparks. He had been struggling severely with the more advanced spells as he was using a wand that wasn't compatible with him. The spells ended up seeming impossible but he didn't let that deter him as he just focused his time on those spells more.

Ron's magic was improving slowly but still improving. Was it improving massively, no, was he close to becoming an amazing wizard; no. He was learning new spells and adding them to his arsenal but the only advanced spells he was learning were pretty common for fifth years and the other three he found in the dark arts book, he had no idea what level those spells were but he knew they were the easiest in the book.

Ron aimed his wand at the wall and focused all his will on getting down the spell 'stupefy'. He calmly said the incarnation and watched as his best stunner yet shot out of his wand, it was still a slow stunner but it was much quicker than any stunner he had pulled off before.

Sunday, September 29, 1991

Ron had spent the previous week feeling a little better about classes as he was learning a few new things here and there from separate teachers, also the homework allowed him to challenge himself and see if he remembered the information he had learned.

He had progressed pretty well with his magic, he was pretty confident that within a few days he would have the directional spell down, which would let him be able to start on the knockout gas spell. He had progressed pretty well with the disarming and stunning charm and he was starting to look into more of the first-year books so he would be able to learn every spell in the first-year curriculum.

Since it was Sunday Ron was in the courtyard at the back of the school sensing magic. He was sensing magic at around the same time he was the previous week, so when he felt familiar magic that was thriving with great power he couldn't help but smile to himself. Ron kept his eyes closed and kept sensing magic around him as the familiar magic approached him and sat to his right.

Albus Dumbledore POV

Albus had to admit that the young Weasley boy intrigued him a great amount. Sensing magic was something that only a small select number of wizards would even do as it was an old practice and was forgotten by many. To see a young boy of Ronald's age sense magic and meditate was frankly shocking, he smiled to himself as he thought of the young boy. He didn't know how or where Ronald had learned this old practice but Albus was glad he had. The headmaster of Hogwarts smiled as the familiar warmth of sensing magic washed over him.

Ron Weasley POV

Ron was ecstatic, the man he pretty much worshiped had once again spent time with him to sense magic, yes he knew that The Headmaster would more or likely be doing it if he was there or not but he didn't care he was happy anyway.

Ron was currently reading through his first-year books and learning new spells while doing his homework. After he had begun practicing more advanced spells which required harder concentration, first years spells had become way easier for him to get down and he had been pretty much getting each spell after 30 minutes which he was really happy about.

Ron sat in his bed and sensed magic until he fell asleep within his feeling of euphoria.

Monday, September 30, 1991

Ron woke up feeling amazing, he was ready for whatever the day was gonna throw at him. He checked the time and decided to play it safe by getting dressed and going to breakfast.

Ron made his way through the castle to get to the great hall with almost no thoughts on his mind, he didn't have much to think about. One of the things he had noticed about picking up the practice to sense magic was that he was slowly having his mind become a clearer place where he could make better decisions, now the famous Weasley temper still got in the way of him making good decisions a good amount of times, but that was usually moments where he would rage about failing at a spell consistently, Ron didn't have anyone to talk to for his temper to blow-up on.

Ron sat down at the end of the Slytherin table and began to eat a plate of pancakes and bacon while he wondered what classes would have in store for him that day.

Ron entered his first class of the day which was transfiguration and sat in his normal seat which was in the far back right corner of the classroom. He pulled out his quill and parchment and looked up to start writing down notes for the class.

McGonagall got up from her desk as she flicked her wand and the door to her classroom swung shut.

"Now class," she said with a sternness that the whole of first years had quickly become accustomed to "today you will try to perform a more advanced type of transfiguration, for first years that is". McGonagall waved her wand again and a dull grey leaf appeared on every student's desk. "Today you will be challenged to not only change the color of the leaf but also the texture, size, and shape. For first years this is pretty difficult so I don't expect any of you to be able to do this anytime soon". The class was listening intently, no doubt thinking that each one of them would be able to perform the spell. The teacher took one more look at each student to make sure they were paying attention and then she started walking down the rows of desks and said " you may now begin trying to transfigure your grey leaf into a red rose petal".

All the students immediately got to work and started swishing the wands and trying to change their leaves. Ron, who had done this exact transfiguration about 6 times before, looked at his leaf closely and then imagined everything he needed, the grey turning red, the rough leaf becoming the soft petal, and the curved leaf becoming a nice shaped petal. He flicked his wand at the leaf and watched as it perfectly changed into a red rose petal.

Ron was in the back of the class and the closest student to him was 4 desks away so no one noticed him succeed in transfiguring his leaf. He really could care less as to him the magic was easy and he had to practice much harder magic later which if he got down he could just congratulate himself. Ron still had a massive inferiority complex but ever since he got sorted into Slytherin he just wanted to stay hidden from everyone else, he didn't like hearing the insults directed to him about being a traitor or warnings given from one student to another about the "Dark Weasley".

Ron had been so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed the class being dismissed, he only noticed when he heard the large door to the class being opened and saw kids exiting through it, he quickly got all his stuff together and left the classroom, leaving his rose petal on his desk.

Minerva McGonagall POV

Minerva watched as her first class of the day left the room. She stood up and went to look over every desk once more, she wasn't shocked to find that none of the desks held a red rose petal but a small smile came across her face when she saw that on Hermione Granger's desk was a pink leaf that had become smaller. Hermione had tons of potential and was a great student and witch, Minerva quite liked her.

Minerva waved her wand to make all the leaves disappear, she picked up Hermione's attempt and brought it to her desk to admire the great magic of a witch of such a young age. When she reached her desk and sat down something immediately caught her eye, in the far back right corner of the classroom on the farthest back desk was a glint of red. Minerva walked over to the desk and was shocked to see a perfect transfigured red rose petal, she was beyond shocked. What first-year knew how to perform this type of transfiguration after less than a month of doing magic? She tried to remember who sat at the desk. After a minute or two, Ronald Weasley popped into her head. Was Ronald this talented with magic? She needed to find out for sure if Ronald was the one who sat at the desk, then she would move forward from there but she was sure there was a prodigy on her hands.

Ron Weasley POV

Ron entered charms class and sat at the back of the class as he did with every class the last couple of weeks. He started to write every little word Professor Flitwick said as today Flitwick was giving a lecture and going over information that was in their textbooks rather than doing spells with the class.

He wrote every syllable that left the teachers mouth, it had almost become automatic to Ron at that point, writing down the information his professors would relay to him and his peers and Ron liked that very much as he could pretty much zone out even though he was writing down information at the same time.

Charms class was pretty standard for Ron and he assumed so would be his next class, History Of Magic.

Ron exited History Of Magic and made his way to the Great Hall for lunch with his mind wandering to different topics randomly as the day was just an ordinary day for him.

He sat down at the Slytherin table and began to eat Shepherd's pie, his favorite. Ron was trying his best to ignore everything around him as he ate his food, when a large flock of owls came in carrying a package that was obviously a broom even though it was wrapped, it was hard to ignore. He watched as the owls dropped the large parcel in front of Harry, Harry opened the parcel with wide eyes to reveal none other than Nimbus 2000. Ron's eyes were almost bulging out of his head as he watched with awe and slight jealousy as Harry admired the broom. How was this even happening? Ron was more than confused, Harry was a first-year student! First years aren't allowed brooms!

Ron (having no friends and not socializing or interacting with other students) hadn't heard the rumor of Harry becoming Gryffindor's quidditch team's new seeker, so Ron was really confused as to how Harry had gotten his new broom. From across the Slytherin table, Ron could visibly see Draco shaking with jealousy and that put a small smile on his face as his brain wandered off to other things.

He was progressing pretty well for a first-year with magic and Ron didn't want anything to stop him from his growth as a wizard. He had been reading through more and more of the books off the shelves in the secret room to learn any new information he could. One problem Ron knew he had to fix within the next year or so was his wand. Having Charlie's old wand would stunt his growth as a wizard once he had to get to the spells that required tons of focus and immense amounts of magic. Charlie's wand just wouldn't be able to harness enough of Ron's magic.

Ron took the final few bites of his third portion of food as he looked all over the Great Hall. He wouldn't look at the other kids during meals and it was for good reason. Ron sat there watching other kids laughing and having fun while eating and chatting with friends with a heavy heart. Was he ever gonna get a friend? He had tried not to ask himself that question much but he couldn't help it, he needed friends. He hoped eventually he would be able to become independent enough where he wouldn't care that he had no friends. Ron shook his head to get rid of his thoughts as he got up from the Slytherin table with his bag in hand and made his way to potions class.

It was no surprise that Ron sat in the back of the class like always. He had his notes out and was already writing down everything that Snape had written on the board. Snape was speaking in his usual monotone voice about what potion they were gonna make and what directions there were for the potion. They were gonna be brewing the eye color changing potion, a potion that Ron had been doing since the beginning of the month. First years only did two potions a month which frustrated Ron a bit as he did enjoy potions, he did learn that first-year was the only year with two potions a month a starting second year it would be once a week which Ron was excited for.

"Alright class" Snape drawled as his robes gilded behind him while he walked down the classroom. "There are 6 Ingredients to this potion which is two less than the first potion you had to make. Do not be fooled though, this potion is not easier than the first. Pay close attention to the directions within your textbooks" Snape finished off his 'speech' by flicking his wrist to signal for the class to start brewing their potions.

Students all around Ron frantically rushed to get their potions done while he calmly started working on his. While reading the potions textbook he had learned that you shouldn't be hasty or impatient while brewing potions. Ron slowly added the ingredients and watched as the smoke came out of his cauldron at the perfect time. He proceeded to slowly stir his potion which he had to do for 5 minutes.

Ron hadn't noticed when he started being drawn to potions but he did. He guessed that it happened over the time where he read through all his textbooks multiple times. He was just drawn to potions and Defense against the dark arts. It was a bummer that defense was taught by a teacher who only told the class of things he did while stuttering and never really taught them anything. Potions on the other hand had a very competent teacher even though he could be a total jerk to every house but his own all the time, it annoyed Ron that Snape was rude to every other house and other students, especially Harry but he knew that it wouldn't be smart to talk out against the head of his house.

Ron glanced down at his potion, noticing it was done he carefully poured it into two vials and set them in a little vial holder on his desk. Ron sat back in his chair and just sat there waiting for class to finish. At the beginning of the month, he would have gone right to Snape's desk to show how he finished the potion way quicker than anyone else, but after a month at Hogwarts of being beaten up and being friendless, he just wanted to disappear.

Ron's thoughts were interrupted by the clearing of Snape's throat. Snape was at the front of the class and started to go row by row inspecting each potion from each set of partners. After Ron's proclamation in the class where they brewed their first potion, Snape had let Ron work alone whenever he wanted as there was an odd number of kids in the class only Ron would be left alone.

Snape stopped at Harry and Neville's desk and sneered.

"Really? How hard is it to follow instructions" Snape said while shaking his head. "3" was all Snape had left to say as he walked on to the next desk. Ron could see Harry clenching his fists in fury. Harry must really hate Snape if that small of a sentence makes him wanna punch the Professor. Ron wasn't one to judge though as if Snape was as rude as he was to Harry to him, Ron would probably be expelled.

Ron hadn't noticed Snape stop at the front of his desk, he was lost in his thoughts. Ron watched as Snape took one look at the potion, waved his wand then looked at Ron with a look Ron couldn't place.

"Very good Mr. Weasley," Snape said in a tone that wasn't what he expected. He expected it to be a boastful tone to show the Gryffindors that Slytherin was better but the tone wasn't. Ron was shocked that Snape was talking to him in what seemed like a normal voice albeit a little monotone. Snape wrote Ron's score on a piece of parchment for the records. "A perfect 10" Snape said as he started to walk back to the front of the class.

Snape sat down at his desk just as the bell rang, he didn't even look up as he said "you are all dismissed besides Mr. Weasley". What!? What had Ron done? He thought he got a perfect 10, so why was he being held back after class?

Ron walked to Snape's desk as the rest of the students emptied out of the classroom. "Um…Professor, what am I needed for?" Ron said, unsure of what Snape was gonna say.

Snape looked Ron in the eyes "only one question" Snape said, " how long did it take you to brew your potion today?"

Ron was taken aback by the question as it was not what he was expecting at all but he still answered honestly. "15 minutes sir," Ron said.

Snape smirked and then nodded "very well, you may go," he said while still smirking.

Ron was really confused now but he guessed it had something to do with him being able to do potions quickly and well. Ron didn't think too much about it as he left the classroom and made his way to the secret room.

Ron entered the secret room and threw his book bag on the table in the middle of the room. He was about to open up one of the books to practice more magic when he noticed something moving to his right. Ron pulled out his wand and quickly turned to aim it at what he saw, his eyes widened as in front of him was a….house elf? Looking at him with wide eyes and hands up. Ron was about to speak when the elf beat him to it.

"P-please don't hurt me" it spoke quickly and obviously scared of what Ron might do to it.

"Why would I-" Ron started to say but was cut off by the elf.

"I can show you secrets this castle has, just please don't beat me up" the elf spoke frantically. Wow. Someone had obviously hurt this elf a lot and more or likely quite frequently. Ron would have to try and help this elf out after he found out about these "secrets".

"What secrets?" Ron said as he lowered his wand.

The elf seemed to relax a little bit when Ron lowered his wand " I can show you a…a…a room! Yes! A room that can become whatever you want it to be!" The house-elf now seemed to be excited, probably glad that he came up with a good idea and place to use and Ron had to admit this room sounded amazing.

"What's your name?" Ron said, his wand now in his robes.

"Uh Terence sir, Terry for short," the elf said, now pretty relaxed even though only seconds ago it was freaking out at the sight of Ron.

"Well Terry," Ron said slowly "I'm not gonna hurt you, but can you show me this room?".

Terry nodded before quickly making his way over to Ron and taking his hand "here let me take you there" Terry said as he used elf magic to apparate Ron and himself in front of a blank wall.

Ron looked around at the place where Terry had taken him and recognized it as the 7th floor. He had traveled up here only a few times during his castle explorations, it was pretty close to the Gryffindor common rooms so he had avoided it for fear of hearing more kids talking about him being a traitor when they saw him.

Ron looked at Terry in confusion as there was no room in this area of the 7th floor, before Ron could say anything though Terry started to speak.

"Just stand in front of that wall and pace back and forth in front of it three times while thinking about what you want the room to be," Terry said brightly.

Ron looked at the elf incredulously. Seriously? This couldn't possibly work, could it? Ron walked in front of the wall and began walking back and forth in front of it. He thought of a room that would serve all of his purposes for what he needed. To become great with magic. After three times, Ron watched in amazement as a door appeared in the wall. He carefully took his hand and wrapped it around the door handle and pulled.

Ron walked inside the room to see the most perfect room he would ever need, there were bookshelves, a bed, a fireplace, a table at the corner of the room with a wizards chessboard on it, and an area at the end of the room that had these big wooden objects that were on wheels and had a wand in one of its hands. Practice dummies to duel with! This room was perfect and would serve every need he would need for his first year at Hogwarts.

Ron looked back to thank Terry and saw how the elf had already left Ron alone. Ron looked back at the room and smiled. He was about to take practicing Magic to a whole other level.

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