Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, because J.K Rowling does.
A/N: (- I'm sorry I took so long to update… but I had LOTS of work at school… but hopefully this chapter is more than satisfactory. Persiphi isn't Ginny… but there is an important relation… Nate, whom I've mentioned in my other fic, will have something to do with the fic too. The Weasleys are very important. You'll find out more about Persiphi and Nate in this ficcy through Ron. Ron has a lot to think in this chappy, but we'll go back to Harry's POV soon. Now read if you haven't already started.
The Weasleys
Arthur Weasley rushed home that evening, with great news. Cornelius Fudge was sacked. He had gotten a promotion, and it was Minister of Magic. That wasn't the best though. He had the whole Weasley family, along with Hermione and Harry outside, so he could tell them what else had happened.
"I've owled Bill, and Charlie. They'll be here soon. I want the whole family to be here before I tell you. It's good news, and Ron and Ginny will be very happy," he said, smiling at Ron and Ginny.
They apparated in, right after he mentioned them.
"Dad, what happened?" Bill asked, wondering why he wanted them here so urgently.
Charlie nodded in agreement.
"Nothing terrible has happened, I became Minister of magic, and found that the Order of Phoenix had aided in the search, and they found Jonathan and Siph." Arthur said.
The Weasley family was overjoyed by this news.
Ron and Ginny had uncertain smiles on their faces, Harry noticed.
"They're coming home later, but we'll have room now, considering that we have the Minister Mansion now. We can go straight there by this portkey, and our personal things will be there. It activates in 1 minute." He added, pulling out a leaf.
Harry and Hermione were confused, but put their fingers onto it like the others did, and a moment later, a tug pulled them through, and they found themselves in a large brightly lit mansion.
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Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were sitting in the backyard.
"You don't know about Siph or Nate But they're our twins. Siph is Ginny's. Nate, short for Jonathan, is mine." Ron said shortly, staring at the grass.
"How come you never mentioned them? Your dad said they vanished when you were 8, you're bound to remember them." Harry asked.
"Never believed that they would come back." Ginny said.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"They had vanished." Ron said, rolling his eyes as if it explained all.
"Possibly kidnapped according to the Ministry?" Ginny said dryly, as if this was entirely funny.
"Aren't you glad that they're back?" Hermione asked, puzzled by their reactions.
"Why wouldn't we? After all they are the little geniuses the whole family loved." Ron said with a strange smile.
"They sound so smart." Hermione said.
"You can do it, they do it better. I don't know why, but they can." Ginny said seriously.
"There's a reason for everything." Harry said.
"Yeah. You're still staying in my room right?" Ron asked, changing the topic.
"Yeah." Harry replied.
"Good." Ron said.
"And Hermione's staying with me, right Hermione?" Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded.
"Let's get back, they'll be arriving soon." Ron said.
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"Mummy! Daddy! We missed you so much!!" Two voices chorused together, tearfully as they ran to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"My little Siph, and Nate. We've found you after so long." Mrs. Weasley said just as tearfully, as she and Mr. Weasley hugged them.
"Do you know who kidnapped you?" Mr. Weasley asked after everyone had stopped hugging and crying.
"Unfortunately… no." Nate said.
"We can't remember anything from the moment we were kidnapped to the moment the Order of Phoenix found us." Siph said disappointedly.
"But, we know that we weren't harmed, because the Order did a bunch of tests for us, and we can do our age level of magic." Nate said.
"You were always good in magic. When you reached 8, you and Siph did 4th year levels of magic." Mrs. Weasley said lovingly, and filled with pride.
"I doubt we still are as good… seeing that we missed four years of school." Siph said.
"You're very talented. None of your other siblings were ever as good as the both of you were. In fact I believe that the both of you are still better than Ron." Mr. Weasley said.
"Ron would be disappointed to hear that." Nate said.
"I don't think so. After all, I think he understands that the both of you are prodigies, an he's not. He's never cared before, anyway." Mrs. Weasley said.
"That's true. Gin never did either." Siph said.
"Exactly, now go greet your siblings. They're in the kitchen right now, and have been waiting very patiently.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ron was rapidly talking about how Nate and Siph were really good in Quidditch, family style, and how they were so talented.
"Nate is good in every position in a Quidditch team, especially Seeker, he's even better than Charlie. Do you think you could beat him?" Ron asked
"I don't know, but you have a really interesting brother." Harry said good- naturedly.
Ron frowned.
"Maybe you could beat him." Ron said in undecipherable tone.
"Beat who?" Nate asked coming into the kitchen.
"You. And you and Ron really do look alike. From what Ron's saying though, you're a really good Seeker." Harry said.
"Winning in Quidditch isn't as fun as winning in wizarding chess though. Quidditch takes skill and luck, but chess takes skill, and brains, right, Ron?" Nate asked.
"You forgot luck. Without luck, brains and skill won't matter." Ron said.
"True. You would know that of course." Nate said lightly.
"I don't think you've been properly introduced. This is Harry, and that's Hermione. Harry, Hermione, this is Nate, and Siph.
"Surnames?" Siph asked.
"Granger. I'm Hermione, glad to meet the both of you." Hermione said with a smile.
"Potter," Harry mumbled, "Glad to meet you too." Harry added.
"Nice to meet you too." Siph and Nate chimed.
'They don't seem excited to meet you.' A familiar voice said in Harry's head.
'Good. Now go away.' Harry thought back.
"Sounds good, right?" somebody asked.
'Have you heard of the saying that "An enemy can come in the image of a friend"?' the voice asked before leaving.
"Yes." Harry said out loud.
"Good." Nate replied, believing that Harry was answering the question.
Ron had a wary look on his face.
"Actually, I'd rather not play. Ginny should. She works better with Fred, George, and Charlie anyway. I hope you have fun being on the same team as Bill, Nate and Siph Harry. I should start on my homework, anyway." Ron said giving Harry a distrusting look, as if he was seeing Harry in a new light, and went upstairs to his room.
Harry wondered for a quick moment whether the look had anything to do with demons, but had forgotten when Nate called for him to play Quidditch.
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Ron
Ron was glaring out the window as he watched them play. He had roll of open parchment, a quill, along with star charts to back him up. Divination had sounded perfect when Percy had it, considering that he had a talent for predicting things accurately, but Trelawney was a fraud. So was her class. He still had to do homework though. Trelawney had assigned them to read different books, and he had received one called "Seers and why they shouldn't reveal prophecies of the demons" and write a 2 feet long essay on why it's incorrect. Ron had a whole summer now, and he scowled at Nate before reading the first paragraph.
Prophecies should be kept to the Seer
Prophecies are all damaging if the person it was referring to, had deciphered it, considering that would alter what was meant to happen, and because prophecies are usually biased from the seer's view. Seers are only people born with the ability to know about the future, and some say they should reveal what will happen, considering they might be able to destroy all harm, but it usually causes chaos. For instance, the following prophecy might not have caused any harm if the egotistical seer Entawn had not spoke of it. He caused his brother Tremot to be shunned by people because he was born 10 years, 5 months, and one day before a millennial year. He did not fit the requirements of the prophecy, but he was executed with an ancient liquid form of the modern killing curse, which would not have damaged the one mentioned in the prophecy and would have awakened the evil. The prophecy is written in an ancient undecipherable Runic language, and can only be read by the Seer of the birth arrangement as a 7th son. The magical copy is shown below.
The Demon Lord
Born an orphaned lightless-haired, death-colored eyed boy, 10 years, 5 months, and one day before a leaping millennial year, he will be scarred on his 2nd Hollow's eve, and his parents shall die. The false copy of pure evil tries to curse him dead, for he believes it will harm him, but it as only awakened the demons to revive their sleeping lord. One lunar month before he has lived for sixteen years out of the womb, and the demons shall find him. He will be restored, shifting back into the demon he is. He has his scaly-clawed wings, his strange reptilian green eyes with an orange spiral traveling through. Jagged barbs come out of his back, like a tomcat retracting his claws, but dripping with his poisonous blood, infecting the offender, metamorphosing it into a creature to be feared and hated by his true species, unless the unrelenting horned demon lord wishes to. The boy he is, is innocent and calm, but the demon lord he becomes, is a clawed and toothed foe. He will do great things, but great is not necessarily for the Light.
The above prophecy will cause death to all 7th son Seers who have read it within 666 seconds, but a 7th son is not always a Seer, for the gift of seeing is rare, and is only born once around every millennia. If there is a chance that a 7th son has read this and has survived, then the Demon Lord has awakened and should be stopped by the Seraphic Seer, the brother of a Plutonic Baron, and Baroness, because no non-human should ever surpass a regular human.
After reading the first chapter, Ron was sitting in half- excitement, and half anxiety. If he survived then it meant he was meant to stop this demon, which was unlikely, or he would die for reading the prophecy. 3 minutes has passed this way, and Ron was becoming panicky. He quickly grabbed a quill, and started writing a will.
He started with:
My last will and Testament
But scratched it out because he didn't like the look of it.
Then he decided to write a letter.
Dear everybody.
I'm going to die, and it's not a suicide, and
The he scratched it out, and decided a will was better.
He then decided that it would take to long to decide, so he sat there, thinking over his life.
'It wasn't so bad… at least not until today. They looked like they're having fun. Mum and Dad are sitting on lawn chairs watching them play. Are they really that great? Why doesn't Percy or Hermione ever play Quidditch with me? Am I really that worse than Nate? Do they even notice how odd it is that I'm doing my homework on the 3rd day back? Will they think I did suicide? Or do they think I just did something stupid and ended up dead from it? Is it wrong to enjoy life when your twin is gone, and then to quietly hate him when he comes back, and takes back his spot in everybody's heart, when you were good enough to create a smaller place? Why am I the one that's going to die?' Ron thought bitterly as he watched.
But then he answered his own question.
'It's because I'm just not talented enough for them. I'm just the 7th son. I remember in one muggle fairy tale, one man had seven sons. He kicked out his last son to find his own way in the world. The son became successful. But his family didn't recognize him. Or want him back. I should leave home. But then I'll be alone. And Nate will win. He and Siph were never kidnapped. They ran away to take their positions in their underworld.' Ron thought tartly.
'And came back to Mummy and Daddy dearest when the power gets boring.' Ron added, still bitter.
"Ron, you've been in your room for two hours. Come eat dinner. We set the table outside." Mrs. Weasley called out, from the kitchen.
Ron realized he wasn't going to die, and walked out.
"Homework done? You should have been playing. Even Percy and Hermione were playing." Nate said.
"I'm not done with homework. It must have been really fun then. I'll eat upstairs in my room. I need to finish Divination. It's important you know." Ron said, taking his plate of food, and went upstairs before his parents noticed.
He sat down, and watched from his window.
They didn't seem to notice that he wasn't there.
He stabbed the pork chop, and cut off a piece, chewing it, thinking about the unfairness of being the youngest son.
Then he felt a sudden tug in his stomach and fell into a sunlit garden filled with plants.
"Jealousy gets you nowhere. Finding the rival order of the Order of Phoenix does you much. Besides, being the 7th son isn't terrible. It makes you my heir." Said a tall redheaded lady.
"Me? Your heir?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why would you be so surprised?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I don't know you, I'm not special, I get jealous and being somebody's heir is what Harry or somebody else does." Ron said, looking around.
"You are my heir whether you think you deserve it or not. You are the 7th son, a Seer, you are a wizard, and you possess qualities I approve of. I am Helga Hufflepuff, and you were born Ronald Weasley, but you are my heir, and I'll name you Seraph Hufflepuff for the powers you inherit directly from me if you accept to being my heir." She said.
"I'll accept." Ron said, wondering what would happen next.
"Hold out your wand." Helga said.
Ron stuck out his wand, holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Helga then stuck out her wand, and the wand tips connected.
Light had exploded all over the garden, and Ron saw nothing but the light, and he felt his body slumping.
As he started to pass out he heard Helga say, "You are now Seraph Hufflepuff, the heir of Helga Hufflepuff. You will find yourself in the chamber of the Order of Light. Your life as Ron Weasley will now only be old fragmented memories."
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"Where's Ron? I told him to come down 15 minutes ago." Mrs. Weasley said.
"He came down, took his food, and went back up to do his homework. I think we have an Percy in our family." Siph said.
"That seemed really unlikely to happen." Hermione said in thought.
"But if it does, I'll no longer have an interest in Quidditch." Harry said.
"Another Percy isn't that bad. I'll be right back." Ginny said, going upstairs to the bathroom.
She passed Ron's room, and thought it strange that Ron was lying on the floor in a thick red puddle with glassy eyes.
Then she realized it was blood and screamed.
Everyone rushed up to see what was wrong, and saw Ginny standing at Ron's door, all color drained out of her face.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley quickly did tests for a pulse, heartbeats, and breathing.
They rapidly paled.
"Mum? Ron's not dead… Is he?" Ginny asked.
Siph and Nate exchanged looks.
Ron was dead.
A/N. Didn't see that happening did you? Oh well. Anyone want to guess what the look between Siph and Nate meant? No. They didn't kill him. But if you paid any attention to Ron's self pity, you'd know. Now you can review. It'll make me happy. Or not.
Mione
A/N: (- I'm sorry I took so long to update… but I had LOTS of work at school… but hopefully this chapter is more than satisfactory. Persiphi isn't Ginny… but there is an important relation… Nate, whom I've mentioned in my other fic, will have something to do with the fic too. The Weasleys are very important. You'll find out more about Persiphi and Nate in this ficcy through Ron. Ron has a lot to think in this chappy, but we'll go back to Harry's POV soon. Now read if you haven't already started.
The Weasleys
Arthur Weasley rushed home that evening, with great news. Cornelius Fudge was sacked. He had gotten a promotion, and it was Minister of Magic. That wasn't the best though. He had the whole Weasley family, along with Hermione and Harry outside, so he could tell them what else had happened.
"I've owled Bill, and Charlie. They'll be here soon. I want the whole family to be here before I tell you. It's good news, and Ron and Ginny will be very happy," he said, smiling at Ron and Ginny.
They apparated in, right after he mentioned them.
"Dad, what happened?" Bill asked, wondering why he wanted them here so urgently.
Charlie nodded in agreement.
"Nothing terrible has happened, I became Minister of magic, and found that the Order of Phoenix had aided in the search, and they found Jonathan and Siph." Arthur said.
The Weasley family was overjoyed by this news.
Ron and Ginny had uncertain smiles on their faces, Harry noticed.
"They're coming home later, but we'll have room now, considering that we have the Minister Mansion now. We can go straight there by this portkey, and our personal things will be there. It activates in 1 minute." He added, pulling out a leaf.
Harry and Hermione were confused, but put their fingers onto it like the others did, and a moment later, a tug pulled them through, and they found themselves in a large brightly lit mansion.
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Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were sitting in the backyard.
"You don't know about Siph or Nate But they're our twins. Siph is Ginny's. Nate, short for Jonathan, is mine." Ron said shortly, staring at the grass.
"How come you never mentioned them? Your dad said they vanished when you were 8, you're bound to remember them." Harry asked.
"Never believed that they would come back." Ginny said.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"They had vanished." Ron said, rolling his eyes as if it explained all.
"Possibly kidnapped according to the Ministry?" Ginny said dryly, as if this was entirely funny.
"Aren't you glad that they're back?" Hermione asked, puzzled by their reactions.
"Why wouldn't we? After all they are the little geniuses the whole family loved." Ron said with a strange smile.
"They sound so smart." Hermione said.
"You can do it, they do it better. I don't know why, but they can." Ginny said seriously.
"There's a reason for everything." Harry said.
"Yeah. You're still staying in my room right?" Ron asked, changing the topic.
"Yeah." Harry replied.
"Good." Ron said.
"And Hermione's staying with me, right Hermione?" Ginny asked.
Hermione nodded.
"Let's get back, they'll be arriving soon." Ron said.
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"Mummy! Daddy! We missed you so much!!" Two voices chorused together, tearfully as they ran to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"My little Siph, and Nate. We've found you after so long." Mrs. Weasley said just as tearfully, as she and Mr. Weasley hugged them.
"Do you know who kidnapped you?" Mr. Weasley asked after everyone had stopped hugging and crying.
"Unfortunately… no." Nate said.
"We can't remember anything from the moment we were kidnapped to the moment the Order of Phoenix found us." Siph said disappointedly.
"But, we know that we weren't harmed, because the Order did a bunch of tests for us, and we can do our age level of magic." Nate said.
"You were always good in magic. When you reached 8, you and Siph did 4th year levels of magic." Mrs. Weasley said lovingly, and filled with pride.
"I doubt we still are as good… seeing that we missed four years of school." Siph said.
"You're very talented. None of your other siblings were ever as good as the both of you were. In fact I believe that the both of you are still better than Ron." Mr. Weasley said.
"Ron would be disappointed to hear that." Nate said.
"I don't think so. After all, I think he understands that the both of you are prodigies, an he's not. He's never cared before, anyway." Mrs. Weasley said.
"That's true. Gin never did either." Siph said.
"Exactly, now go greet your siblings. They're in the kitchen right now, and have been waiting very patiently.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ron was rapidly talking about how Nate and Siph were really good in Quidditch, family style, and how they were so talented.
"Nate is good in every position in a Quidditch team, especially Seeker, he's even better than Charlie. Do you think you could beat him?" Ron asked
"I don't know, but you have a really interesting brother." Harry said good- naturedly.
Ron frowned.
"Maybe you could beat him." Ron said in undecipherable tone.
"Beat who?" Nate asked coming into the kitchen.
"You. And you and Ron really do look alike. From what Ron's saying though, you're a really good Seeker." Harry said.
"Winning in Quidditch isn't as fun as winning in wizarding chess though. Quidditch takes skill and luck, but chess takes skill, and brains, right, Ron?" Nate asked.
"You forgot luck. Without luck, brains and skill won't matter." Ron said.
"True. You would know that of course." Nate said lightly.
"I don't think you've been properly introduced. This is Harry, and that's Hermione. Harry, Hermione, this is Nate, and Siph.
"Surnames?" Siph asked.
"Granger. I'm Hermione, glad to meet the both of you." Hermione said with a smile.
"Potter," Harry mumbled, "Glad to meet you too." Harry added.
"Nice to meet you too." Siph and Nate chimed.
'They don't seem excited to meet you.' A familiar voice said in Harry's head.
'Good. Now go away.' Harry thought back.
"Sounds good, right?" somebody asked.
'Have you heard of the saying that "An enemy can come in the image of a friend"?' the voice asked before leaving.
"Yes." Harry said out loud.
"Good." Nate replied, believing that Harry was answering the question.
Ron had a wary look on his face.
"Actually, I'd rather not play. Ginny should. She works better with Fred, George, and Charlie anyway. I hope you have fun being on the same team as Bill, Nate and Siph Harry. I should start on my homework, anyway." Ron said giving Harry a distrusting look, as if he was seeing Harry in a new light, and went upstairs to his room.
Harry wondered for a quick moment whether the look had anything to do with demons, but had forgotten when Nate called for him to play Quidditch.
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Ron
Ron was glaring out the window as he watched them play. He had roll of open parchment, a quill, along with star charts to back him up. Divination had sounded perfect when Percy had it, considering that he had a talent for predicting things accurately, but Trelawney was a fraud. So was her class. He still had to do homework though. Trelawney had assigned them to read different books, and he had received one called "Seers and why they shouldn't reveal prophecies of the demons" and write a 2 feet long essay on why it's incorrect. Ron had a whole summer now, and he scowled at Nate before reading the first paragraph.
Prophecies should be kept to the Seer
Prophecies are all damaging if the person it was referring to, had deciphered it, considering that would alter what was meant to happen, and because prophecies are usually biased from the seer's view. Seers are only people born with the ability to know about the future, and some say they should reveal what will happen, considering they might be able to destroy all harm, but it usually causes chaos. For instance, the following prophecy might not have caused any harm if the egotistical seer Entawn had not spoke of it. He caused his brother Tremot to be shunned by people because he was born 10 years, 5 months, and one day before a millennial year. He did not fit the requirements of the prophecy, but he was executed with an ancient liquid form of the modern killing curse, which would not have damaged the one mentioned in the prophecy and would have awakened the evil. The prophecy is written in an ancient undecipherable Runic language, and can only be read by the Seer of the birth arrangement as a 7th son. The magical copy is shown below.
The Demon Lord
Born an orphaned lightless-haired, death-colored eyed boy, 10 years, 5 months, and one day before a leaping millennial year, he will be scarred on his 2nd Hollow's eve, and his parents shall die. The false copy of pure evil tries to curse him dead, for he believes it will harm him, but it as only awakened the demons to revive their sleeping lord. One lunar month before he has lived for sixteen years out of the womb, and the demons shall find him. He will be restored, shifting back into the demon he is. He has his scaly-clawed wings, his strange reptilian green eyes with an orange spiral traveling through. Jagged barbs come out of his back, like a tomcat retracting his claws, but dripping with his poisonous blood, infecting the offender, metamorphosing it into a creature to be feared and hated by his true species, unless the unrelenting horned demon lord wishes to. The boy he is, is innocent and calm, but the demon lord he becomes, is a clawed and toothed foe. He will do great things, but great is not necessarily for the Light.
The above prophecy will cause death to all 7th son Seers who have read it within 666 seconds, but a 7th son is not always a Seer, for the gift of seeing is rare, and is only born once around every millennia. If there is a chance that a 7th son has read this and has survived, then the Demon Lord has awakened and should be stopped by the Seraphic Seer, the brother of a Plutonic Baron, and Baroness, because no non-human should ever surpass a regular human.
After reading the first chapter, Ron was sitting in half- excitement, and half anxiety. If he survived then it meant he was meant to stop this demon, which was unlikely, or he would die for reading the prophecy. 3 minutes has passed this way, and Ron was becoming panicky. He quickly grabbed a quill, and started writing a will.
He started with:
My last will and Testament
But scratched it out because he didn't like the look of it.
Then he decided to write a letter.
Dear everybody.
I'm going to die, and it's not a suicide, and
The he scratched it out, and decided a will was better.
He then decided that it would take to long to decide, so he sat there, thinking over his life.
'It wasn't so bad… at least not until today. They looked like they're having fun. Mum and Dad are sitting on lawn chairs watching them play. Are they really that great? Why doesn't Percy or Hermione ever play Quidditch with me? Am I really that worse than Nate? Do they even notice how odd it is that I'm doing my homework on the 3rd day back? Will they think I did suicide? Or do they think I just did something stupid and ended up dead from it? Is it wrong to enjoy life when your twin is gone, and then to quietly hate him when he comes back, and takes back his spot in everybody's heart, when you were good enough to create a smaller place? Why am I the one that's going to die?' Ron thought bitterly as he watched.
But then he answered his own question.
'It's because I'm just not talented enough for them. I'm just the 7th son. I remember in one muggle fairy tale, one man had seven sons. He kicked out his last son to find his own way in the world. The son became successful. But his family didn't recognize him. Or want him back. I should leave home. But then I'll be alone. And Nate will win. He and Siph were never kidnapped. They ran away to take their positions in their underworld.' Ron thought tartly.
'And came back to Mummy and Daddy dearest when the power gets boring.' Ron added, still bitter.
"Ron, you've been in your room for two hours. Come eat dinner. We set the table outside." Mrs. Weasley called out, from the kitchen.
Ron realized he wasn't going to die, and walked out.
"Homework done? You should have been playing. Even Percy and Hermione were playing." Nate said.
"I'm not done with homework. It must have been really fun then. I'll eat upstairs in my room. I need to finish Divination. It's important you know." Ron said, taking his plate of food, and went upstairs before his parents noticed.
He sat down, and watched from his window.
They didn't seem to notice that he wasn't there.
He stabbed the pork chop, and cut off a piece, chewing it, thinking about the unfairness of being the youngest son.
Then he felt a sudden tug in his stomach and fell into a sunlit garden filled with plants.
"Jealousy gets you nowhere. Finding the rival order of the Order of Phoenix does you much. Besides, being the 7th son isn't terrible. It makes you my heir." Said a tall redheaded lady.
"Me? Your heir?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why would you be so surprised?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I don't know you, I'm not special, I get jealous and being somebody's heir is what Harry or somebody else does." Ron said, looking around.
"You are my heir whether you think you deserve it or not. You are the 7th son, a Seer, you are a wizard, and you possess qualities I approve of. I am Helga Hufflepuff, and you were born Ronald Weasley, but you are my heir, and I'll name you Seraph Hufflepuff for the powers you inherit directly from me if you accept to being my heir." She said.
"I'll accept." Ron said, wondering what would happen next.
"Hold out your wand." Helga said.
Ron stuck out his wand, holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Helga then stuck out her wand, and the wand tips connected.
Light had exploded all over the garden, and Ron saw nothing but the light, and he felt his body slumping.
As he started to pass out he heard Helga say, "You are now Seraph Hufflepuff, the heir of Helga Hufflepuff. You will find yourself in the chamber of the Order of Light. Your life as Ron Weasley will now only be old fragmented memories."
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"Where's Ron? I told him to come down 15 minutes ago." Mrs. Weasley said.
"He came down, took his food, and went back up to do his homework. I think we have an Percy in our family." Siph said.
"That seemed really unlikely to happen." Hermione said in thought.
"But if it does, I'll no longer have an interest in Quidditch." Harry said.
"Another Percy isn't that bad. I'll be right back." Ginny said, going upstairs to the bathroom.
She passed Ron's room, and thought it strange that Ron was lying on the floor in a thick red puddle with glassy eyes.
Then she realized it was blood and screamed.
Everyone rushed up to see what was wrong, and saw Ginny standing at Ron's door, all color drained out of her face.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley quickly did tests for a pulse, heartbeats, and breathing.
They rapidly paled.
"Mum? Ron's not dead… Is he?" Ginny asked.
Siph and Nate exchanged looks.
Ron was dead.
A/N. Didn't see that happening did you? Oh well. Anyone want to guess what the look between Siph and Nate meant? No. They didn't kill him. But if you paid any attention to Ron's self pity, you'd know. Now you can review. It'll make me happy. Or not.
Mione