Chapter 3: The Letters

Ron had a million things to say but he was rendered speechless. He had a thousand answers for that Malfoy kid, but he could not bring himself to spill whatever he had in his mind at that time. So when the kid stormed of, he walked to the other direction. But he noticed that the twins were still gawking at him and each other. The blonde kid definitely looked clever than his so called cousins. But then he remembered staring at his eyes when he was not looking at the start of the class. He could not help but be bitter at him when he was feeling proud of himself. He repeatedly banged his head on the wall in his mind reminding himself that he shouldn't do that to any kid even when the kid was the son of the woman he loved who married his enemy.

Ron had been everywhere during the last eleven or twelve years. He had been everywhere except home. He did thought about going home, but the thought of seeing Hermione and Malfoy hurt him a lot. And to add to that his sister also had to marry a Slytherin too. He attended his sister wedding but he did not wait too long. He left after he congrats her, and gave her a wedding gift. He disappeared after that. Ron was a Quidditch player for an American team, but retired five years later after he got in an accident and injured himself. The injuries caused him his job and he started to coach little leagues before deciding to return to England. He did not return home though.

Upon hearing of a vacancy here at Hogwarts, he immediately took the opportunity and got the job but he forgot one thing, his nieces and nephews had reached the age of starting Hogwarts. The twins had hairs so dark; he thought that they were the Potters. He did not attend the last night feast due to unavoidable matters and the Headmistress understood. Ginny's gene was not strong enough that the boys had to have a head full of black hair. He chuckled to himself. The boys definitely looked naughty just like their twin uncles when they were young and another one was alive.

The Malfoy boy had enough courage to come and face him; he must have gotten it from his mother seeing as his father was a coward. But he had the confidence radiating from him and the good looks never once faltered from their bloodline. Even Lucius could have the ladies swooned over him if it was not for his dark past. As he remembered the kid threat to write about this matter to his parents, he forgot about the appearance analysis he just made about the Malfoys. Ron shrugged it off and let the kid do what he wanted.

"I can't believe that shhhh" he stopped, took a deep breath and exhaled. "Well, your uncle." Dawson said, still fuming.

"He's your uncle too." The twins chorused. They were sitting under the big tree beside the lake, where a squid was dancing like it did not have a thing to care about at all. It was a squid anyway. The weather was nice, a little bit windy which made Dawson's neat hair ruffled, and he hated it. While mumbling about how irresponsible and insensitive their uncle was, he flipped the pages of his Herbology books.

"Well technically, he's not. My mother just got adopted into your mother's family." It's true. Their mothers were friends since forever.

"Still your uncle." Dawson could swear that this twin shared the same brain. He glared at them, and as usual, they threw him them same grin he recognized from the frames back at the Burrow.

"Yeah, whatever." He finally got to the page where his professor assigned the homework. He did not particularly liked Herbology, but he got to try. The text book was not enough but he figured he would go to the library afterwards.

"Hey, can we copy your home–" Aiden had not gotten to finish his question when a smooth big fat no came out of Dawson's mouth. The twins shrugged.

"But, I can help you with it. Now, please excuse me, I have a letter to write and an incident to report." He threw the book into his bag pack and walked away leaving the twins under the tree. Once he got into the castle, he rearranged his white blonde hair and head straight to the Great Hall. He sat down far away from the others at the Slytherin table and took out his pen and a parchment and started writing.

'Dear mum and dad, I have to tell you something. No, I didn't break any rules… yet and it's not the twins either. They just went as far as trying to sneak off with my homework before lunch today, but I caught them. Well, it's only the first day. The classes were great, I had a few compliments, and mostly because I have your brain, and dad's. Anyway, there's something I need to tell you. I don't know how to tell you this but everyone needs to know this. Uncle Ron is here, at Hogwarts. Teaching the first year's flying class. You probably should tell Grandma Molly about him. I talked to him, but he seemed to not care. He even mistook the twins for the Potters. He thought they were Uncle Harry's kids. The twins were actually clueless about their 'missing' uncle until I pointed it out. I haven't got time to hang out with the Gryffindors yet but I'll try later. Love, Dawson.'

He read the letter one too many times before folding it neatly and wrote the recipients' names. He quickly stuffed his bag with his writing instruments and head off to the owlery. He found a suitable owl and instructed her to send the letter to Malfoy Manor. He headed off to Slytherin dungeon and lied down for a nap. He was jolted awake by the dream of falling off the broom and saw a tiny owl on his nightstand, napping.

"Good thing you're awake, mate, that little devil had been hooting since half an hour ago. And you are in a very deep sleep apparently." Aiden said. Dawson rubbed his eyes and took the letter from the owl, without waking him up.

'Meet me in the boat house after dinner.

-Uncle Ron'

"What time is it?" he asked Aiden while yawning. He rarely did that but today the sleepiness was overwhelming.

"Almost dinner. What did it say?"

"Your uncle," he snickered, "asked me to meet him after dinner. In the boathouse." He said while trying to mend his hair. He stopped abruptly and stared at Aiden with a straight face. "If I didn't come back in an hour, bring this letter to any professor. Any professor but Professor Weasley. Got it?"

Aiden looked bewildered and nodded slowly. He took the letter from Dawson's hand and stuff it inside his pocket. Dawson got up and went to freshen himself before heading back to make his bed. A habit he picked up from his mother. Although he only waved his wand like his father always do, as long as he made his bed, his mother will forever be satisfied.

"Where's your Siamese twin?" he asked Aiden since Ethan was nowhere to be found.

"Present!" a hand shot up from under the covers from Aiden's bed. His head was buried under the pillows. He claimed that Aiden's bed was better when in fact, he could not disturb his own black cat sleeping and conquering his bed.

"It's dinner time. I'll meet you in the Great Hall." With that, he strutted out of the dormitories, greeting every Slytherin he knew and walked out of the dungeon. He was nervous about meeting with his Uncle Ron, but he needed to keep it in check. He must not show emotions. Few minutes later, the twins arrived.

"What do you reckon he'd tell you?" Ethan asked even though his attention was solely on his chicken drumstick.

"I'll know in a few minutes, Ethan. I assure you, you won't be left out. Do you have my letter?" he looked at Aiden.

"In my pocket. I remember, don't worry. Oh look, he's done." Aiden said pointing at the professor's table. Seeing as the professor walked away from his chair, Dawson quickly downed his food with the pumpkin juice and followed suit. Using the other way of course. Nobody could tell he was nervous as he had practice concealing his emotion since forever. Although, he could not help but fiddle with his robe but nobody saw it.

As he approached the boathouse, he walked slowly but surely and took a peek inside. He saw the flaming red hair professor looking far into the deep black lake. He cleared his throat to make his presence known and not startle his uncle. He does not know why Uncle Ron picked this place, but he guessed that they need some place private to talk.

"Good afternoon, sir. I received your note which made me curious. You must know that I already sent the letter to our family. So I guessed by now, Grandma Molly must've known about you being home." Before he could say anything, Dawson chipped in first. The professor did not respond.

"I need to tell you something, kid."

A/N: I decided to leave it at that for this chapter. And~ sorry for being awayyy. No silly excuses, just some work and writer's block. Enjoy! Please leave reviews and much love xx