IN WHICH POWERS ARE REVEALED

It had been weeks after their encounter with the Order, as Professor Dumbledore liked to put it and the students had sent an owl to Arthur and Molly Weasley requesting information about the existence of 'Scott'. They received a reply two days later. The new Weasley family owl (which Bill had bought them for an anniversary present) had landed in Merloyn's porridge, it's black elegance intact. Hastily she had opened the envelope to find a reassuring note and another piece of parchment addressed to Ron. The note read as follows:

Hermione dear,

After receiving your information Arthur and I were quite stunned by the state poor Ron is in. But rest assured, I shall do my best in the letter attached to convince him otherwise. I shall trust you to use any or all of the information in Ron's letter as you may see fit.

The best of wishes,

Molly

She quickly informed the others before running up to the boy's dormitory where Ron currently was as he refused to be around so many people.

~*~

"RON!" Merloyn screamed. "GET THE HELL DOWN FROM THERE!"

the fifteen year old was shocked to see the figure of the one she loved standing on the window pane. The windowpane of a 400-foot high Gryffindor Tower Boy's Dormitory to be exact. What the heck was he doing up there? Then it dawned on her. Curse that Raven! It had made him try to end his own life for Merlin's sakes! Hadn't Raven already done enough to her? Hadn't it already done enough to him? It had reduced the energetic red-head to a mute bag of bones with the horrendous dreams that it forced into his mind every night. Dreams that as fat as she knew were so life like tha they had convinced him that he had a terrible power that coild be unleashed involuntarily at anytime. Dreans that filled his mind with false paranoia that made him worst that the most serious schizophrenics. And most of all, dreams that made him clamorous for a few minutes each night. Dreams that made him let out a bloodcurdling scream that no human being should be able to scream. And damn that Raven because she couldn't comfort Ron due to his paranoia. Damn that Raven to oblivion!

Oh, what she wouldn't do to just touch that soft red hair that had been replaced by a mop of faded orange.

CURSE THAT RAVEN!

The emaciated figure of Ron crept weightlessly down form the window, onto Harry's bed and silently slipped into the shadow at the corner of the room. He sat down, trembling, legs bent in front of him with his arm wrapped around them as if they were his only shield against a blood thirsty monster. Now tell me, Merloyn thought to herself, how can he possibly think himself a murderer when he acts like this? Oh Ron, this is all my god damn fault! Ron, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Ron, so sorry.'

"Ron" she finally said, fighting the urge to come closer, "Your mum's sent us a letter. You're not dangerous Ron, don't worry. You'll be okay."

The silent figure didn't budge.

Merloyn sighed in disappointment. "I'll leave it on your bed."

She saw him back away even further when she walked forward to put the parchment away.

"Ron, please come back," she whispered tearfully.

~*~

The enigmatic figure cautiously glided towards his bed and picked up the folded parchment. Something 'Mione had touched. That was the closest he ever dared get to her now a days. The dreams were getting more life every night and in every one he would wake up screaming. He wished he could just hug her one more time, cling onto her for support. But he couldn't risk that. He couldn't risk hurting her, killing her. As fas as he was concerned those dreams were no longer dreams, they were prophecies, a warning written in red every time. DON'T GO NEAR THEM.

But wasn't it a bit too obvious? A little voice inside him said. And prophetic dreams aren't meant to be obvious. Or that frequent either. And 'Mione and Dumbledore seemed to know what they were talking about at the meeting. And that first night, when he fell asleep with her on the couch. Nothing happened right? So what is there to say that something will happen. Maybe, just maybe, they were right. Maybe it really was all Raven's doing. He only started having those dreams after the encounter after all. And look at all the pain it was causing her. She looked on the verge of tears every time she saw him. Did she feel unwanted? Like it was somehow her fault? Don't feel like that 'Mione, that's not what I want.

What the heck, if his mother's letter was convincing enough he'd give it a shot. He mightn't go to the library or study with her in a hurry but he'd give it a shot. He'd touch her hand and see what happened. Worst comes to worst and it starts coming true he'll keep a knife handy. I just hope it all works out, the figure thought to himself.

Reluctantly, the boy unfolded the parchment and began to read.

Ron dear,

Hermione wrote to me a few days ago and told me about the dreams you were having.  Your great grandfather Albert helped the Order fight Raven dear, and that demon is not to be trusted.  The power that he described to you is called Argepenice. You can look it up in 'Powers Unleashed' by Bethesda Blownapart if you like. It's a power passed down through the female side of the family so Ron dear, you're safe. Bill was the first child your father and I ever had. Then there was Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, yourself and Ginny. Your father only had two sister s and a brother. Aunt Katie, Aunt Caitlin and  Uncle Doug. You met them all a few Christmases ago remember dear? I on the other hand, have six brothers, Ricky, Manfred, Donald, Malcolm, Tom and Johnathan. So I suppose you've guessed it dear but I want to explain a bit more first. The power can be unleashed dear, but only voluntarily and it's not that powerful. The person can move objects and read people's minds when they want to. That's all dear. So as you can see, the power can't do very much and it definitely can't destroy whole libraries and such. Ginny doesn't know about it yet dear, so could you please tell Hermione to pass it on to her after she reads it? Yes, I promised Hermione that she could read this too because she might be able to get some information that can be used against Raven. Both your father and I are going to do all we can to stop him dear, because from what great grandfather Albert said, Raven is worst that You-Know-Who himself! And in case Ginny doesn't quite yet understand and in case you don't, the power is given to a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter when both only have brothers. So yes, Ginny has the power. I don't think Professor Dumbledore realises it yet so I'll send him an owl as soon as I can and recommend him start training lessons as soon as possible. I hate to put this all on you back at once Ron dear, but you really must understand that you are by no circumstances dangerous in any way shape or form to the ones you love, though your temper could use an adjustment. Hermione really does love you dear, and it's ripping her apart. Please understand Ron. Please, for Hermione's sakes, for ours, for Ginny's and Harry's and everyone else's. Please Ron. Please believer us.

Love always,

Mum

A single tear fell on the piece of parchment. Thanks mum, he thought. I'll give it a go.