-AN: Minor case of animal abuse, nothing worse than Rowling did - Just letting you guys know.
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The Room of Requirements was a good place for aspiring Dark Lords as there were not only a lot of books on Dark Magic, there were also dummies to practice on. One night per week, Ron found himself practicing Defence against the Dark Arts under the tutelage of his enemy, Harry Potter. Oh, how much he wished to be able to partner up with the specky git and hex him seven ways to Sunday… But that had to wait; the other members of the DA would probably not stand for mutiny.
Luckily, a week had several days more. Thus, every Monday, Ron trained in the Room with his followers. At first, only Dennis and Colin were there, but soon an ever-growing army of House Elves started to show up as well. The only one Ron kept out of the Room for the Monday sessions was Hermione Granger. They were dating now, but she needed a day to do the homework all her electives required from her, and Ron preferred her out of the loop when it came to his army of Elves.
"I said JUMP!" commanded Dennis.
A grumpy-looking red cat jumped up several inches.
"You call that jumping? JUMP!"
The cat jumped up as if hit by lightning. Ron was slightly amazed at seeing Crookshanks jump nearly seven-foot straight into the air. It landed on his bendy legs and started hissing at Dennis.
"Quiet!"
Crookshanks nearly choked as his hissing was cut short at once. Then, Dennis let go of his control, and Ron Obliviated the cat. Lockhart's lessons proved to be more useful than expected.
"Good work. If you keep it up you can start practicing on larger creatures next week. I'm sure one of the Elves wouldn't mind playing guinea pig." Praised Ron. Initially, Ron was afraid he was moving too quickly, but the brothers prove to be rather inventive with the Imperius Curse and had a real knack for getting it just right. In a week or two, he expected, they'd be able to make any witch and wizard do their bidding without much effort. Then, he'd make them practice the Cruciatus and Killing Curse. That'd give him enough blackmail material to keep them bound to his will…
"I's be willing Master." Said Winky, "Winky is a good Elf."
"See? Bob's your uncle."
"How'd you know 'bout Uncle Bob?" Asked Colin.
"Eh… Legilimency?" Bluffed Ron.
"Whoa! Harry's friends are so cool!"
Sigh. Right. Ending Harry Potter might require other means than these two idiots. Luckily there was the House Elf army. Now he put more thought into the matter, the Enemy of your Enemy is your friend… And the biggest Enemy was Lord V… V… Vol- You-Know-Who.
Now Ron was not just a Gryffindor, he was a strategist at heart. He wasn't stupid either. Running to You-Know-Who and ratting out Potter may have been the quickest way to get rid of the Boy-Who-Lived, but it also guaranteed his own enslavement. And then nobody would know HIM as the Dark Lord. So he had to be patient to have Harry bring down Lord Volde… Voldemmm AARGH You-Know-Who. For now, he'd call him You-Know-Who. He needed Harry to kill You-Bloody-Well-Know-Who first.