Chapter 9

Hey everybody, I'm back with chapter 9! I'm not gonna say too much besides thank you all for the reviews they really helped to motivate me and get me back into really wanting to do this story and finish it as best I can. Also just letting all of you guys know that when chapter 10 comes out this story will be under a different title. I am now changing the title of this story to "Imprint of a Broken Soul". Thank you and enjoy reading!

Severus Snape POV

Thursday, October 31st, 1991 (The Great Hall during the Halloween feast)

The feast was like usual, there were too many sweets for Severus' stomach to handle and children who just couldn't understand the simple idea of swallowing their food before they decided to speak. I don't completely hate Halloween, it's just the children…that probably sounds bad as I am a professor. Severus sneered down at his plate of food, he had to stop dwelling on stupid matters as what sounded bad out loud or not.

He shook his head as he surveyed the teacher's table, Albus was smiling merrily while he looked around the great hall, his eyes twinkling with delight. I think I'm going to be sick, can he never be normal? Why is he always so damn happy? Pomona and Hagrid were in a deep discussion of something that Snape couldn't say as they were at the end of the table, and Minerva and Filius were in both talking animatedly about an amazing student of theirs. Ugh! I haven't seen one Gryffindor or Ravenclaw who was truly remarkable in my class, besides Ms. Granger, that's probably who Minerva is speaking about, but she relies too heavily on the textbooks, she should try to use her brain in a more creative way. Either way, I can't deny that she is brilliant for an eleven-year-old witch.

"I just wish he was in my house, like his brothers and parents before him" Snape overheard Minerva say. Huh? Oh, I see…Mr. Weasley…

"I wouldn't be wrong assuming that you are both speaking of Mr. Weasley?" Snape said as he joined the conversation. Both Minerva and Filius looked over to Snape, Albus also seemed to look towards them as he seemed to have entered the discussion as well.

"Yes! You don't know how lucky you are to have him in Slytherin, he truly is spectacular, he gets all the spells down on his first try!" Hmm…that is amazing, but I highly doubt it.

"I don't believe Mr. Weasley is just talented Minerva" Albus spoke up, all the eyes of the teachers found their way to the headmaster. " I believe he has just previously practiced and gotten the spells down".

"Why do you say that?" Asked Filius.

"Every Sunday he goes to a secluded courtyard at the back of the school, and he sits there and senses magic," Albus said with a wistful smile. Magic sensing? Sounds slightly familiar.

At some of the teachers' confused faces, Albus explained, "sensing magic is a very old technique done to not only morph your magical core into a better conduit for magic but to also help the wizard or witch be able to sense magical presences around them and locate other magic users".

"Couldn't you just use "Homenum Revelio" instead?" Asked Pomona, who had started to listen in.

Albus shook his head "no, as the human-presence revealing spell does not target magic, but a human being. To sense magic is to sense any form of magic around you, you can sense an incoming spell, someone who has used very high levels of magic so that they can't be caught by "Homenum Revelio''. Someone who senses magic can sense magic in objects or people that shouldn't be there, it truly is an amazing skill. Sadly it has fallen out of the current wizard's agenda, that's why it is quite odd that he has been doing it, I have wondered where he learned it, but I have never asked". The other professors sat there stunned, was there really something that amazing out there in magic? Something a first year was able to do?

Before any of the teachers could ask any follow-up questions though, Quirrell came bustling into the great hall.

"TROLL! Troll in the dungeons! There's a troll in the dungeons!". How the hell is there a troll in the school?! Quirrell stopped in the middle of the hall, his body was shaking terribly. "Just thought you should know", then he collapsed.

The hall erupted into screams of terror and worry as the kids scrambled up and out of their seats.

"ENOUGH!" Albus yelled and every student froze in their spot. Shit, I forgot how scary he could be, it's been a long time since the war. "Prefects please quickly group together your house's students and guide them back to the common rooms quickly and safely". The prefects quickly got to work on lining up their students and leaving the hall.

"Minerva, Severus, with me" Both the teachers looked to Albus as his usual twinkle was gone. "We have a troll to take care of". Both Severus and Minerva nodded their heads and stood up as Albus started walking out of the great hall and towards the dungeons. Albus, isn't this a waste of time? Each one of us can take down a troll alone. Whatever, he's just trying to be safe.

The three teachers marched down the halls of the school and made their way down to the dungeons.

"Alright you two, you know what to do, just capture it, there is no need for killing-"

Both Severus and Minerva looked at Albus confused as he had stopped walking and talking, he was staring at something in front of them in horror, both Severus and Minerva turned around and what they saw was horrific. Oh my god.

"Young Ronald!"

"Mr. Weasley!"

In front of them were two bodies, a body of a troll, which had its legs bloody and torn, and a young boy, whose red hair had become dark red as blood covered almost all of it. Ron's body had blood all over it, his robes were shredded and both of his legs looked broken.

The three teachers rushed over, Albus and Minerva quickly getting Ronald up in a spell to transport him to the medical wing, while Severus looked around. He stopped right next to the wall where Ronald was laying and he picked up the pieces of Ron's destroyed wand, it was snapped in two. His wand…

Severus shook his head as he walked over to the troll, he noticed multiple marks on the troll's head that were unmistakable for stunners. Did Ronald take down the troll? That can't be possible, right?

"Severus, have you found something?"

"Yes, not only does it seem that Mr. Weasley somehow took down this troll on his own, but I also found what remains of his wand", Snape lifted his arm and showed the other two professors the wand.

Minerva looked over to the boy with true sadness "the poor thing…"

Before Snape or McGonagall could say another word though, Albus had taken a hold of Ron. "I mean not to be rude Minerva, but we have to get Ronald to the hospital wing very quickly, we will talk later". Without another word Albus, with the help of his Phoenix, flashed out of the hallway.

"How could a boy his age take down a beast of that size?" Minerva asked as she looked from the knocked-out troll and the bloody spot on the wall.

"I don't know," Snape said, with no emotion in his voice, " I truly don't know".

Fred Weasley POV

Friday, November 1st, 1991 (Hospital Wing, Morning)

Since the night before, a rumor had been making its way around the school, a first-year had taken down the troll by themselves. Which first year? That varied between rumor to rumor, the most common were Harry and Malfoy, but not one rumor, not one, said that it was Ron, Fred's younger brother.

Fred sat there in a seat across from Ron, George to his right, shock on his face and horror in his mind.

"How…? How could this happen, Fred?" George asked worriedly as he bounced his leg up and down and looked towards the entrance to the Hospital wing, mom and dad hadn't shown up yet. Idk George, I mean it's Ronnie, he couldn't take down a troll, hell, I don't think mom or dad could take down a troll, how did he do it? In the end, all of that really didn't matter, what mattered was that lying in a bed in front of them was their little brother, Ronnie. He had bandages all over his body and he was unconscious, Madam Pomfrey said she wasn't sure when he would wake back up. This is horrible, what if he never wakes up?…no I can't think like that. Fred sighed as he rubbed his face with his hands.

"Where is he?" Asked a familiar voice. Fred looked up to see the worried faces of his mother and father as they both quickly made their way to Ron's side. Percy followed closely behind, he had left the hospital wing briefly to see what was taking mom and dad so long, and he took a seat on Fred's left.

"My poor baby…" Molly started to weep as she held onto Ron's bandaged hand. No matter what would happen, Ron would wake up, Madam Pomfrey was sure of it. Hell….my little brother….a troll… Fred looked up at Ron and chuckled to himself. Damn…I never knew you were such a badass. He smiled slightly, a single tear falling from his right eye, as he dwelled over past memories of Ron.

The five of them stayed by Ron's side for three hours before Madam Pomfrey and McGonagall showed up.

"Molly" McGonagall spoke in a caring voice as she laid her hand on his mother's shoulder. "I am very deeply sorry that this has happened to Ronald. We pride ourselves in the safety of the children here at Hogwarts, but we have failed. I am truly sorry".

"No no no" His mother's voice cracked as she looked up at McGonagall, " Don't say that Minerva, I just hope he'll be alright" another fell from her eye as she grasped Ron's hand.

"I don't believe you were shown this yet" McGonagall slowly pulled out a handkerchief, she unwrapped it and showed its contents to his mother. Ron's wand… "it must have broken when he was having his altercation with the troll". His mother stifled another cry as she picked up the pieces of the wand. Will they even be able to…?

"Mom?" Fred decided to voice his concerns. His mother looked over at him, "um.." Fred cleared his throat, it felt dry and heavy all of a sudden, "will we be able to get Ron another wand?"

His mother looked over to his father and then down to her lap, "I'm afraid we won't be able to Fred". Merlin…first Ron isn't even able to get his own wand and now…he won't even get a wand? Fred looked over to the pale body of his little brother, the lump in his throat seemed to get heavier by the second.

"Molly we were planning on paying for a new wand for Ron, the damage to his wand was caused by our recklessness as Hogwarts professors," McGonagall said. Mrs. Weasley stiffened at McGonagall's statement.

"I don't want charity Minerva, I know we have less money than most. Don't treat us differently" His mother said in a stiff voice. McGonagall Quickly shook her head.

"It's not charity Molly, the only reason Ron's wand was broken was because of us, if it wasn't for us he would still have a wand. We just want to get him a new wand, which is owed by us, so he doesn't fall behind in his learning" Mrs. Weasley looked up at McGonagall and nodded.

"Ok. Thank you, Minerva, thank you" His mother then looked at Ron once more "I'm sure Ronnie will be ecstatic to finally have his own wand".

"He will truly be impressive with his own wand, he has true potential, he is the top of his year for magic prowess, you have a truly talented kid". Molly and Arthur slowly smiled at each other.

"Of Course, he'll be impressive with his own wand, he took down a mountain troll with a wand that wasn't compatible with him" George chuckled slightly as he spoke, he looked at Ron "You turned out a lot cooler than I thought you would little bro". The whole room chuckled at George. You're not wrong bro, you're not wrong.

Friday, November 1st, 1991 (Gryffindor common room)

Word had spread about Ron being in the hospital wing pretty quickly and most students were able to put one and one together about why he was in there. His mother and father left a couple of hours ago and Fred and George had to go to classes. Classes had ended an hour ago and they were now playing wizards chess in the common room. Ronnie would have helped me to destroy George right now!

"Checkmate," George said with the closest thing to a smirk he could come up with at the moment.

"Screw off George, you aren't even that good, I was distracted," Fred said.

"Oh 'distracted' he says, and you think I'm not?" George said with an eyebrow raised. Shit… "you're just mad that you suck Fred, it's not a big deal. You're just not as smart as me" George said with a chuckle as he tapped the side of his head.

"Oh yeah?" Fred asked with a smirk.

"Oh yeah!" George challenged.

Fred lifted his arm up "Than take a load of this-"

"Do you think Ron was caught by the troll because of Hermione". Both Fred and George whipped their heads around at the familiar voice. They saw Harry and Neville in a deep discussion.

"Probably, he has always been kind to her as far as I know, and then she just snapped at him yesterday. I think she hurt him badly" said Neville with worry. "I just hope Ron will be okay and he wakes up soon". Hermione did what?!

Fred and George looked at each other before quickly rushing over to Harry and Neville.

"What happened with Ron and Hermione?" George asked, his voice oddly serious.

"Ugh…" Neville stuttered, he was obviously nervous. "You better tell us, Neville, our little brother is in the hospital wing and not even Madam Pomfrey knows when he's gonna wake up, we deserve to know if you know anything about what happened to him". Neville and Harry looked at each other guiltily.

Harry sighed, "ok, well after charms class yesterday, me and Nev saw Hermione and Ron talking, Ron was trying to talk to her and see if she was okay because she stormed out of class right away and seemed to be in a bad mood, well anyway, while Ron was trying to see if she was okay she started getting mad and frustrated at him and yelled at him to leave her alone, she then stormed off and Ron quickly went in the opposite direction. I'm not gonna lie, it looked like he was about to cry". Hermione…she caused this?

Fred was mad, very mad, but oh lord did he not even compare to George, George's face was completely red from anger and his ears looked like they were about to spurt steam any second. "Thank you Harry" George spoke stiffly as he quickly turned around and marched towards the sofa where Hermione was seated by herself. Oh no…

George stopped in front of Hermione "ahem!"

Hermione looked up " oh hey Geo-"

"No!" George stopped her "you don't get to talk, do you think you have the right to hurt my little brother and yell at him for no reason!"

"What?" Hermione paled.

"You know he was almost killed right? He almost died! Dead! Gone! No more talking to him or seeing him, ever! Do you even have a good reason for what you did?" George yelled. Holy shit…

"…I…I…no" Hermione said as her voice started to quiver.

"AH!" George yelled "why then? Why did you have to go and hurt my brother if he didn't do anything to you, Do you find pleasure in hurting him? Cause if you do, you have another thing coming!"

"I…I…" tears started to fall from Hermione's eyes as she got up and quickly ran up the girl's stairs. "I'm sorry!" She cried on the way up. Sigh* Seriously George?!

"Was that really necessary?" Fred asked. George looked at Fred in confusion, "she's just a kid, a first-year, she made a mistake, she didn't mean it".

George slowly thought it over and then frowned, "what's wrong with me!?" He yelled as he facepalmed hard.

"It's okay George, just apologize next time you see her. It's okay though, I understand, you're just worried about Ron".

Ronald Weasley POV

Wednesday, November 6th, 1991 (Hospital wing)

"I casted a spell to alert me when he would start to wake up, I just got the alert"

He scrunched his nose up as his eyes started to open. Why is everything blurry, wait! Where the hell am I?! Ron quickly opened his eyes wide and started to try and move, only to feel a horrible ache.

"Don't push yourself, Ronald, it will be a little bit until you will be completely fine again". That's when it came back to Ron. Oh yeah…the troll. I beat a troll and lived, sweet! Ron's eyes focused on the faces of Dumbledore, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and Snape after a couple of minutes.

"Hello, Professor!" Ron said with a big smile as he slowly forced himself to sit up. Dumbledore smiled brightly at him and chuckled, McGonagall gave a small smile, while Snape just stared at Ron with a blank face. "So how have you three been? I've missed you for however long I've been out, how long have I been out?"

"Just under a week Ronald," said Dumbledore, "I'm glad to see you are going to be alright, you were just about to worry me".

Ron smirked at that "I wouldn't wanna do that, don't wanna risk giving your old self a heart attack" Ron had grown so used to the headmaster and his normal teasing during their sensing sessions that he forgot there were three other adults in the room with them.

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall said, "how dare you speak that way to the headmaster!" Dumbledore laughed loudly as he waved McGonagall off.

"Don't worry about it Minerva, he was just teasing" Dumbledore said as his eyes sparkled with mischief, much like Fred and George's always did.

"Well he better not do it again," said Snape with a stern glare. Oh shit, that's terrifying.

"Heh heh, sorry headmaster, it won't happen again," Ron said nervously.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't" Dumbledore winked.

McGonagall rolled her eyes as she pulled something from behind her back. "Well, we have a couple of things to ask you, Ronald, before we start though" she showed him the item she pulled from behind her back. Charlie's wand…my wand… "here are the remains to your wand, because the cause of its destruction lays solely on us teachers and staff of Hogwarts, we will get you another wand, one of us will take you to Ollivanders so you can get your own wand when you are fully recovered. And there goes my misery, I'm gonna be getting my own wand? Finally!

"Really?!" Ron asked excitedly. At McGonagall's nod, he smiled wide "thank you so much, this is amazing, I'm gonna get my own wand, yes!" The two Gryffindors laughed at his exclamation.

"Yes you will Ronald, but before that" Dumbledore said "we want to ask you some questions about what happened, there were no witnesses so we are still pretty clueless on what happened" oh um…how do I put this…

"Well I was…going to the bathroom, and as I was washing my hands I heard loud grunting and I could smell something awful, then seconds later the troll came clabbering in. I tried my best to stay calm and avoid its swings. I shot off a few stunners at its face to disorientate it, I then tried to escape, but surprisingly it was too fast so I had to face it". I can't mention the dark arts spells can I? Damn…what do I say? What else could do that to its legs?…a blasting curse? "I turned to face it and I only had one spell on my mind. I shot a 'confringo' at its legs, it fell over in pain, but before it completely crumbled, it got me with its club". Hopefully, they buy that, I don't even have 'confringo' down yet.

The three teachers looked at each other with shock. "Mr. Weasley, those are some very advanced spells, where did you learn them?" McGonagall asked.

"Reading and practice, I learned the spells from the library and practiced them in secret, after a month I just got them down," Ron told them. Dumbledore smiled at McGonagall and Snape, both seemed to nod at him as if saying he was right. What the hell was that, did they place a bet on me or something? Teachers here are wacky.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley, that will be all for now," McGonagall said as she walked away, Snape following close behind. Dumbledore smiled at Ron before clapping his hands together.

"Well, how do you feel about going to get your wand?"

Wednesday, November 6th, 1991 (Diagon Alley)

Dumbledore had gotten Ron a fresh set of robes and gotten him out of bed and to Diagon alley. He was acting a little weird…am I even allowed to be up and about or is he just going behind Madam Pomfrey's back. Ron silently chuckled at the idea as he followed closely behind the headmaster.

"Here we are!" The headmaster stopped in front of a rustic-looking building, 'Ollivanders' was written on the front of the building in good letters. It's actually going to happen, I'm gonna get my own wand! The last time I was here, we didn't even enter Ollivanders as we had no money for it. Ron followed the headmaster into the wand shop.

"Dumbledore!" Ollivander spoke up as he appeared from behind a shelf. "And…ah Mr. Weasley, I was quite bewildered when I didn't see you a couple of months ago". He knows who I am. Weird.

"Uh yeah…my family couldn't afford to get me my own wand, I ended up with my brother Charlie's," Ron said as he and the headmaster made their way up to the desk.

Ollivander shook his head sadly "no no, that won't do" the man then looked at the headmaster then back to Ron "I'm hoping you're here for a wand".

"That he is, his brother's wand recently broke," Dumbledore told the man in front of them.

"Oh, what a shame, hopefully, we will be able to hook this young one here up with a great wand that matches him!" Ollivander said as he made his way to a shelf that was littered with wands, "just give me a second, I'm going to pick some out for you to try". The wandmaker carefully selected a few wands from various shelves before walking back over to the counter.

"Here, try this one first," he said as he pulled out a beautifully carved wand and handed it to Ron. "It's elmwood, 12 inches, dragon heartstring". Ron carefully took a hold of the wand, the wand felt dead and lifeless in his hand, and when he flicked it a few papers behind Ollivander shot up into the air. "No that won't do," said the old man as he took the wand from Ron.

"Here give this one a whirl, 13 inches, ebony, unicorn hair". Ron grabbed the wand and this time the wand felt horrible to carry, he immediately dropped the wand. "Definitely not that one!" Chuckled Ollivander as he placed it back in its box.

Ollivander opened up the third box and carefully pulled out a wand. "Phoenix feather, 11 inches, mahogany". Ron reached out for the wand, but before he could even touch it Ollivander shook his head and put it away. "Hmmm…I wonder," said the man as he scanned the shelves and went to get more wands.

This went on for a while, Ollivander would bring some wands, all of them would fail to be compatible with Ron. While Ron was becoming more and more worried about the fact that no wand might fit him, the wandmaker kept getting more excited and excited. Am I not going to be able to get a wand? We've been here for almost two hours…

Ollivander walked out behind a shelf and came to the front desk. "I'm not too sure about this, but it's the last wand I can think of," he spoke in a mysterious way that confused Ron. The man then pulled a dark gray wand out of a sleeve, the wand had silver etchings spiraling down the top of the wand to the bottom. The handle of the wand was wrapped in black leather that was expertly adjusted to the wand. "I don't know too much about this wand, my father obtained it before I was born, it was sold to him by a man who said he didn't need it anymore. I don't know the wood, neither did my father, it's 12 inches and has a thunderbird feather as its core. My father predicted that it had two cores, but there's no way of proving that".

Without even touching the wand Ron felt something, it was drawing him towards the wand. Is this it? He carefully took the wand from Ollivander and he immediately felt the difference between the other wands he had tried and Charlie's, he felt like a warm cloud had washed over him, he felt as if nothing could hurt him, he felt right. Ron flicked the wand and gold sparks shot out of the tip. Ollivanders eyes widened out of shock, it was clear he had not expected the wand to work.

"Well, there you have it!" The wandmaker chuckled. Dumbledore, who had been looking at the wand in curiosity, spoke up.

"Ronald I will get this wand for you and a wand holster, can you please wait outside for a moment, I would like to speak to Garrick here for a second". Ron looked at Dumbledore weirdly for a second before nodding and walking out of the store admiring his new wand.

Albus Dumbledore POV

Wednesday, November 6th, 1991(Ollivander's)

Albus watched as Ron left the shop, as the door closed he turned towards Ollivander.

"Do you have any more information on that wand, Garrick, for instance, the name of the man who sold it to your father?" Albus said as he pulled out a handful of galleons and bought the wand and holster.

"I do know the name of the man but I'm afraid that's it," Garrick said as he handed Albus the holster. "His name was D'metri Farfield, that's all I know". Albus smiled gratefully at the man.

"Thank you very much, old friend"

Wednesday, November 6th, 1991(Headmasters office)

He and Ronald had since returned from Diagon alley, he took Ronald back to the hospital wing and told him to get a good night's rest. He then returned to his office. Albus took a piece of paper and wrote the name 'D'metri Farfield' on it before flicking his wand and having it stored on a shelf. I am curious about this man, it was a very peculiar wand, I doubt there is anything worrying about it, but it's always best to be safe.

Albus went to make tea when he sensed someone behind his door. "Severus, come on in!" He said as he swiveled his chair to face the door.

Snape walked in and sat down in front of the headmaster. "What is the meaning of this visit?" He asked with a smile as continued making his tea.

"It's about Mr. Weasley". Albus stopped and turned back to Snape. "He left out some vital information about what happened with the troll" Snape then paused for a moment "and the spells he used to take it down". The spells he used? What does Severus mean?

"Frankly I don't know how he learned these spells, they are very old and rare. There is not one book that contains these spells in all of the Hogwarts library, including the restricted section and all of the teacher's own personal collection".

Ronald Weasley POV

Thursday, November 7th, 1991(Hospital wing)

Ron slowly opened his eyes as he shifted in his bed. I had a good night's sleep last night, probably because of my new wand. Ron was ecstatic about finally having his own wand, he was splitting his face with a huge smile even at that moment.

"Ahem"

Ron shot up as he looked around himself, his eyes slowly landing on a thin boy with weedy hair who was leaning against the pole of the curtains that surrounded Ron's bed. Nott.

The boy smirked, "Sup Weasley".

Thank you guys all for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry that this chapter is shorter than usual, the next one won't be. Also remember that when the next chapter comes out this story will have a new name, "Imprint of Broken Soul". Thank you again, make sure to write a review, have a good rest of your day!