A/N: I only own Estelle..... no one else (as of yet). I also own the storyline....
Summary: In their fifth year, Ron finds a bit of his self, and his past, in the new DADA teacher, a young woman who seems to hold a secret that would change his life.
Prolouge: Estelle, 1980
"Headmaster...... I know I screwed up. But please, let me go home for the rest of the year. I'll finish my fifth year next year. Please...." Estelle's eyes were pleading, not her usual timid, wonderous ones.
Dumbledore sighed. The girl had had enough suffering in the last few months, and at least she admitted she had made a mistake, unlike other girls in her place. And she was the top student, a prefect well on her way to head girl.
"Very well, but only because you have nothing else against you." He smiled kindly at her, hoping to give her the slightest bit of reassurance that everything would be alright for her. But he wasn't so sure she would make it, either.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me." She rose to her feet, forcing a smile.
"Estelle?"
"Yes?" She turned to look at him, her eyes wide.
"Good luck."
Summary: In their fifth year, Ron finds a bit of his self, and his past, in the new DADA teacher, a young woman who seems to hold a secret that would change his life.
Prolouge: Estelle, 1980
"Headmaster...... I know I screwed up. But please, let me go home for the rest of the year. I'll finish my fifth year next year. Please...." Estelle's eyes were pleading, not her usual timid, wonderous ones.
Dumbledore sighed. The girl had had enough suffering in the last few months, and at least she admitted she had made a mistake, unlike other girls in her place. And she was the top student, a prefect well on her way to head girl.
"Very well, but only because you have nothing else against you." He smiled kindly at her, hoping to give her the slightest bit of reassurance that everything would be alright for her. But he wasn't so sure she would make it, either.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me." She rose to her feet, forcing a smile.
"Estelle?"
"Yes?" She turned to look at him, her eyes wide.
"Good luck."