Disclaimer: None of the Characters belong to me of course (except Rupert cause I doubt anyone else would want him), they are all BORROWED fro JK Rowling. This story also uses HQoW as partial canon as well. Partial is being awfully optimistic, basically I'm borrowing from her for plot in the same way I'm borrowing from JKR for the Harry Potter universe. If you haven't read Arabella's story you are really missing out.

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December 27

So this is what Hermione calls a Christmas present; a book? Okay I guess this is better than some of the other Christmas presents she could have given me. A book with no writing in it is better than a book full of useless stuff I'd never read… Still she could have gotten me that new Chudley photobook. Who am I kidding, like she knows anything about gifts. Harry got the greatest gift in the world, a FIREBOLT! It's absolutely wicked. But no that stupid git got it taken away just because she thinks Sirius Black may have sent it! Really what's the odds he could walk into a Quidditch shop and buy the greatest broom in the broom with the entire Ministry looking for him. NOT BLOODY LIKELY.

So now I have a journal, thank you Hermione. (How do put sarcasm on paper?) What the hell am I supposed to write in a journal?

My name is Ronald Weasley. I am thirteen years old, and in my third year at Hogworts. But I knew all of that already.

Hello Ronald Weasley.

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Hello?

Hello. Is this Ronald again? If it's not too much of a bother could I beg you not to slam me shut so abruptly, it smarts a bit. Thank you.

Who the hell are you!

You should end questions with a question mark not an exclamation mark. I am Rupert Pendron, at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Weasley.

No way. No bloody way that crazy git bought me a thinking journal!

"That crazy git" has bought you the top of line magical journal; a personal friend to whom you may confess all of your greatest adventures and who will never tell anyone those secrets which you confide in him. Actually quite remarkable, don't you think?

NO. No I don't think it's remarkable I think it bloody ludicrous. I know how these things work! You almost got my sister, and my best friend. BUT YOU WON'T GET ME.

I beg pardon sir. I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play dumb! You want me to tell you all about me so you can steal my soul and make me do your evil bidding. I know how to play your game. I ought to burn you out right for what you did to my sister!

CEASE and DESIST! I would never do such a thing, even if I knew how. I don't know what you've been told but I have no evil bidding and if I did I think I would find a much nobler wizard to carry them out. You, sir, are shortsighted, short-tempered, and entirely too ignorant to carry on a rational discussion with. I demand you return me to Enchanted Stationers immediately. There you will receive a full refund I assure you. I just can't work under these circumstances.

Wait a minute, there's a whole shop full of books like you?

Of course.

You're not just here to get in my head?

I believe I've already answered that question.

So what do you do?

I am a magic journal. You write in me and I protect your secrets. I've also been known to offer some fairly sage advice once in awhile, and I could tell you stories of adventure that a child of thirteen such as yourself could never dream of. In short I am your personal friend, but not if you continue to talk to me—

Yeah right.

Excuse me.

Just 'cause I'm young doesn't mean I've never had an adventure. I bet I could tell you a thing or two. My best friend is Harry Potter so there.

Who?

Harry Potter. The-boy-who-lived. Don't tell me you've never heard of him?!?!

I'm afraid I haven't. I don't see what's so fantastic about "The-boy-who-lived"; many people find the task of living quite simple. If you're friend has such a hard time with it then that hardly nominates him for any sort of recognition in my opinion.

Are you there master Weasley?

Ron. Call me Ron. I think you and I are going to get along just fine. But I have to go right now, I have to thank Hermione.

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Hello?

Hello, Master Weasley. That was fast. Are we in any better temperament now?

Uh, yeah, I think. Anyway I forgot I wasn't talking to Hermione anymore. So I asked my sister instead. She said that Hermione had one of these journals for years and that she had actually seen where you keep your brain so it was safe.

Keep my brain? Oh, you mean Miss Vaulcain's. I don't know why you be so afraid of a simple journal but yes, I am completely safe.

My family had a bad experience with a magical journal last year. Ginny also said that Hermione had a password on you hers…?

Yes. I was coming to that. Customarily you would have had to do that before your very first entry, but Miss Vaulcain appraised me that I was to be a gift and my recipient may not be aware of proper procedure. You must put it at the beginning of all entries so that I know that it really is you. Without the password I am prohibited from revealing any entries or secrets. Quite a wise decision if I do say so myself. You never know what your enemies may have in store for you if they could get there hands on your secrets. Not that you have many formidable enemies at your age. But it never hurts to be cautious.

I know all about that already, I have faced dangers before. And I do have some dangerous enemies. Well I don't exactly, but my friend does, and we usually end up in the fight with him. Except when Ginny… but I tried I really did, I wanted to help.

I'm afraid I'm confused Sir Ron. But maybe you could explain to me later after we address the issue of the password.

Okay, what does it need to be?

Anything. Just a word or phrase that someone isn't likely to guess.

Okay… how about… What was that you called me?

When?

Just a minute ago.

Master Weasley?

No the other one.

Sir Ron?

Yeah! That's it. That'll be my password. Sir Ron… I like that, makes me sound brave and noble.

Marvelous, sir. I have no doubt that you are, brave and noble that is.

Yeah… So I just write that at the top of each entry, and without it you can't tell any of my secrets?

Correct.

Wicked. Now I don't have to worry about my sister going through my journal. Not that she would… she doesn't like journals much since…

Sir? Are you all right?

I'm fine. I just still feel a little guilty about keeping you. My mum and dad wouldn't like it that's for sure, and Ginny would go nuts, probably start crying and stuff if she knew I had a journal. So let's just keep this between us, okay.

Of course sir. But whom would I talk to besides you.

Good point. But if anyone starts to write to you, just don't answer back, then they won't know you're here.

Whatever you wish, sir. But I confess I still don't understand.

Don't worry about it. I'll tell you about it some other time. I have to go right now anyway, it's time for dinner.