Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Three
Alive
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Author's Note: This is fan fiction, a story idea from the brain that's mine entangled with J.K. Rowling's world and characters. I'm writing this for me, and posting it on Fanfiction.net so I have it saved. I'm not trying to impress anybody I'm just writing and saving that's all. Don't flame me if y'all don't like it, but if somebody should happen to enjoy it, please feel free but not obligated to leave a review. ~*Carey*~
Thank You: I would like to thank Juicy Blueberry Baby for her very nice reviews I really appreciate them. I wish you the best of luck in your new school, I started at a new school last year, its where I go today, but it also is a school where students who are sort of out of control attend. I chose to go there because I didn't like my public school, and things are great, and I'm sure you'll do great at your new school, and hopefully much better than Ron, and you'll see why, but good luck and thanks!
As weeks flew by, Ron began to miss his friends and family, but he was growing to love his new school and he was always happy to come home to his Grandfather on the weekends. Ron was determined to be on his best behavior in school for his Grandfather, but where Cian would lead, Ron couldn't help but follow, though it only ended up in harmless fun.
Ron would write to his sister every day of the week, like he promised, and send all seven letters out on Sundays. Ron felt that what he wrote to his little sister was something he'd write in a journal, if he were to ever keep one, but he didn't, because frankly, Ron hated writing. He only wrote his sister as much as he did, because he had promised her he would, and since he was writing, he felt that he might as well tell her everything. Ginny, after all would understand him, no matter how complicated or stupid Ron would be.
To Ron's great surprise he found out that not all classes had to be boring or hard, some were actually fun! Ron really enjoyed Transfiguration, though he loathed the homework, but Ron's favorite class was definitely Charms. In letters to Ginny, Harry, and Hermione, Ron would often describe Professor Monroe as crazy and mental. Ron couldn't help but laugh in every Charms lesson. Professor Monroe actually cared about the students in her classes. Once she made everybody perfect their charms, they'd have a few minutes of free time, which she talked and listened. She wanted to know about everybody's personal life, and why certain students would do certain things, and Ron and the rest of the class would hear about her embarrassing moments or her upbringing when it came up.
"Cian, are you and Deirdre still seeing each other?" Professor Monroe asked one Charms lesson.
Cian blushed but muttered yes.
"Her birthday's coming up, are you going to get her flowers or anything? I know she loves roses, she said her mother grew them in her garden, when she was growing up." Professor Monroe said.
Ron couldn't help but laugh into his arms.
"Ron, who are you seeing?" Professor Monroe asked.
Ron shook his head still laughing.
"Were you seeing somebody back at Hogwarts?" Professor Monroe asked interestedly.
"No." Ron laughed.
"Well do you like anybody in this school? You can tell me after class, I know all the girls real well, and I've heard of a few that seem to have their eyes on you." Professor Monroe said.
Ron laughed. "You've got to be the only teacher, I ever thought of as mad." Ron said.
"Why do you think I'm mad?" Professor Monroe asked.
"You're young and you're teaching that's my first reason, and you want to know everything about your students." Ron said.
"Because I care, that makes me mad?" Professor Monroe asked.
"Yes and you're too lively." Ron said.
"Okay, so you think I'm crazy, now tell me who you like." Professor Monroe said.
"No!" Ron said busting out with laughter.
"You don't like anybody here? You don't think… Allison's pretty?" Professor Monroe asked referring to the girl with glasses and blonde braids sitting on the other side of the room.
"I think she's pretty. I think a lot of girls are attractive, but that doesn't mean I like them more than a friend." Ron said.
"So why did you get sent here anyway if you don't mind me asking?" Professor Monroe asked.
"Because I got into a fight with a rich kid, and his parents said they were going to press charges if I didn't leave Hogwarts, and the only other school in Britain that I was offered to attend was a prison type of school, and my dad signed me over to my Grandfather, but it's all right, because my Grandfather's great." Ron said.
"So you get along all right with your Grandfather?" Professor Monroe asked.
"Yea, I reckon I actually get along with him better than my own parents." Ron said.
"So why did you fight? See, I don't understand why students fight. It seems pointless and painful to me, and my brother and I were not raised to do anything of the sort." Professor Monroe said.
"This rich prat pushes everybody around, and usually I just ignore him, but he called my friend a mudblood, and I can't stand that kind of prejudice." Ron said.
"Well why not ignore the bully and comfort your friend, or get a Professor and tell them what he said?" Professor Monroe asked.
"My friend wasn't around, but he still doesn't have a right to say that, and I was just showing him what happens when I hear that word." Ron said.
"You were right in the sense that he shouldn't have said that, Merlin knows how I hate that word. My best friend was muggleborn. But still if you're friend didn't hear it; you should've ignored it. You only taught this bully that every time he said that word you were going to sink to his level and start a fight, so he now would have an advantage on you. All he would have to do is whisper that word in front of a teacher, and then you would get in trouble." Professor Monroe explained.
"Well its obvious now that he had an advantage over me. He's rich. But I'm not that stupid to start a fight in front of a teacher. We were in the middle of a fight when teachers walked by. And it wouldn't have been a big deal, but he had to write home to his dad and he's a rich death eater, and now I'm here, but it's not as bad as it could be." Ron said.
"Well you should've gone to a teacher." Professor Monroe said.
"Well if we had decent teachers and were five-year-olds, I suppose telling on somebody would be all right. As it is the head of his house is as prejudice as he is, and you don't go up to a Professor crying, 'Professor, he just called my friend a mudblood.' That's babyish, and we're supposed to act all mature."
"And fighting's mature?" Professor Monroe asked.
"It teaches him not to mess with me or my friends." Ron said.
"It taught you not to mess with him, because you're here now." Professor Monroe said.
"This isn't a punishment. I thought it would be, but it's like rewarding me for beating the crap out of him." Ron said.
"One day, you're going to learn that fighting isn't an answer." Professor Monroe said.
"I'm not saying it is, but with Malfoy it was the only option!" Ron said.
The bell rang.
"You gave him the satisfaction by fighting him. You should've ignored him, and if you're friend was smart he'd think nothing of it, because you wouldn't have to defend him if he weren't offended." Professor Monroe said.
"It was a girl." Ron corrected before leaving the Charms classroom quickly.
"Ron, Ron, c'mon, wake up." Cian whispered shaking his friend hard to awake him from a deep sleep.
"Are you trying to get me kicked out of this school? Because waking me up when I'm sleeping is a death wish." Ron mumbled groggily.
"Get up Ron, you don't want to miss this." Cian said excitedly.
"This better be good." Ron warned dangerously as he got out of bed. Ron pulled on his robes before following Cian out of the dorm, and surprisingly out of the castle.
"Are you mad? I don't need to be kicked out." Ron said.
"Don't worry, if you get kicked out I'll get kicked out with you." Cian said.
"But…" Ron started.
"Look, turn back now if you want, but I'm warning you, you'll be missing out on a lot of fun." Cian said.
"I can't afford to get caught." Ron said.
"Neither can I, but don't worry, we never do." Cian said.
They ran off the school grounds and into a muggle village.
"Cian, where exactly are we going?" Ron asked.
"To a muggle pub." Cian said.
Ron hesitated. He didn't want to disappoint his Grandfather. What would his Grandfather think of this? Ron rolled his eyes and ran to catch up with Cian, he could see his Grandfather laughing, after all its not as if he wouldn't have done it.
They entered a muggle pub. It was very loud filled with laughter and music. Ron saw at least twenty of his classmates dancing or drinking.
A girl with short brown hair from his Potions class came up to him. Ron knew her name was Maura.
"Let's wine and dine, shall we?" Maura asked handing Ron a drink.
Ron hesitated again, but only for a second. Then he took the drink.
Ron and Maura danced on the dance floor where a lot of the students were, and they danced most of the night, with Ron drinking in between dances.
At one point Ron remembered kissing Maura on the lips, and on her ears, and neck, and then he vaguely remembered going into the bathroom.
Ron and the rest of the drunken students made their way back to the school before the sun came up and snuck into their dorms before any teachers awoke. Ron threw up everything he had drunk before classes started, and he went to lessons with exhaustion in his eyes.
"So, Ron are you and Maura seeing each other, or did you only like her because you were drunk?" Professor Monroe asked.
Ron rubbed his head.
"I like her, but I don't know what I did last night. Wait… how did you know about…"
"Luckily for you, only I read the muggle news. On random nights there is some underage drinking at local muggle pubs, and on the mornings after all of my students are sick and exhausted and unable to learn anything at all." Professor Monroe snapped.
"You're not going to tell O'Malley, are you?" Cian asked into his arms.
"I probably should, but then Ron would be kicked out, because it's never been brought up before Ron's arrival." Professor Monroe said.
"Thanks." Ron said.
"You have a detention on Monday night with me Cian, Ron, and let's see… Marilyn, Connell, and Eileen from this class." Professor Monroe said.
"Thanks." Ron said sleepily.
On the train ride home to his Grandfather's that evening, Ron slept, wrote an essay, and wrote a letter. Ron was just about to go back to sleep when he received letters from Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. Ron breathed a sigh, receiving a letter from Harry meant that Harry hadn't been killed.
Dear Ron,
I wish I could have a Professor like Professor Monroe. She sounds really cool, and I wish we had somebody like who reminded you of Professor Lupin teaching Potions at Hogwarts! Professor Lupin was one of my favorite Professors. Most of all I wish I could have you back at Hogwarts to distract Malfoy. He's always following me, wherever I go. He teases me all the time about you and how poor we are, but there are times where he doesn't tease me, he just scares me, because he follows me. I think he might be trying to kill me when nobody's around. Luckily, I find Fred or George just in time. Fred and George scare him away, but they can't do anything, because otherwise they'll end up like you, and then who will be here to protect me? I thought I could protect myself, but I don't know what I'm protecting myself from. I just wish Malfoy would say what he's up to, but that's not his way. Ron, I miss you so much. Harry and Hermione do too, I can tell because they're always asking everybody to play Chess, and usually it's you bugging them to try against you. I have all your letters saved, and your friend Cian sounds real cool. I'm glad you have such a great time at Grandfather's. I never really realized how close you two are. Tell Grandfather I love him and I miss him! The twins say hi as well. Ron I love you and miss you! Keep writing me. I'll see you at Christmas.
Love Your Sister,
Ginny
Ron-
How have you been? How come I've only been getting one short letter a week, but your sister gets seven novels a week? Have you replaced me already? Is it because you can make new friends, but you can't make new sisters? I can't believe it's only been one month! I still have six months before summer holiday, and Dumbledore will probably only let me visit the last week before school starts. So it's practically seven months. Have you found a girlfriend yet? Are you even looking for one? Probably not, because you're a prat! I swear if you rub it in one more time that there's nobody like Snape at your school, more like Lupin and Moody, I swear I'll come over to Ireland myself just to hurt you! I told McGonagall who your Transfiguration Professor was; she says she ought to write him a letter of apology for not warning him! She says she pities her husband because he has to deal with you. However, she's given us more homework because she doesn't want everybody to think that her husband's a better teacher than her. You'll be glad that you're not back in Hogwarts right now. I think McGonagall would hurt you for that comment about nobody wanting to marry her. She stole the parchment from my hands, honestly! Things here are all right Voldemort wise, but that's the only way they're all right. Everything else is a mess, I mean my best friend's gone, Malfoy's worse than ever, Snape's even more of a pain, and you're not back yet! This is going to be a long year. You better start sending me as many letters as your sister. I'm warning you. –Harry.
P.S. Snuffles said hello, and he hopes you're well. He's being even more protective, because you're no longer here to keep me out of trouble. I could've sworn it was you who was the troublemaker; Hermione was the one to keep me out of trouble… Good luck!
Dear Ron,
Your friend Cian was right, if you feel your legs tighten up, you shouldn't try walking, you'll look like an idiot when you fall flat on your face. I've been reading your owls to Ginny. Cian sounds nice, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who hexed you. You made a good choice of friends… pick somebody who laughed at you. I don't understand something. See, Ginny gets seven letters a week, Harry gets one letter a week, and I have only gotten one letter, all this month when you were away.
Look, I'm sorry for being so cold towards you at Hogwarts, I just didn't need your crap about Krum, and I thought it was dropped once you were leaving, but obviously it wasn't, because I haven't had as much as a second owl from you! Everyday when the mail comes, I always hope you'll have owled me, but when letters drop in front of Harry or Ginny and not me, I get really upset.
Harry's all right, mostly because Quidditch has started up again. Gryffindor's beaten Hufflepuff already, but Harry still felt bad about that. He keeps thinking if Cedric were still alive he wouldn't have creamed them so easily, even though he wouldn't have even been at Hogwarts this year! Sirius has tried to cheer him up, and he's done by far the best job.
Sirius is way overprotective now. He's like Moody with CONSTANT VIGILANCE! But I can understand why. Sirius knew with you here, if Harry ever walked into danger you would've thrown yourself in front of him, or went with him. I'm not exactly as brave as you, but I would do the same thing, should times call for that. But Sirius knew that if Harry was ever in trouble you'd have his back, for him, and now not even Dumbledore has the power to put you back where you belong.
I bet that's what the Malfoy's really wanted, you out of the school so Harry would be vulnerable! Ron, why did you have to stick up for me? You know when you get all defensive, it means that I am a mudblood, and really I don't believe I am, but you showed Malfoy what you thought of me. Because when he said that mudblood, it's like saying that muggle lover. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but when you act defensive like that it is. A mudblood is somebody with dirty blood. Because I have muggle parents doesn't mean I'm a mudblood. I think Malfoy's the mudblood, for his blood runs evil and dirty.
Ron, in all honesty I miss you. Things aren't the same without you here. I guess I always took you for granted, but couldn't you just complete a year in Bridgeton and then come back? You'd better write me more! I'm no longer writing Krum, so that you'll write me. Please write me.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron smiled; Hermione had dumped Krum so that Ron would write her! Hermione wanted to hear from Ron! Ron couldn't have been happier… Well, actually he could've if his friends and family at Hogwarts would move to Cork, but still he was happy.
Ron got off the train and left the train station, looking around for his Grandfather's car. Grandfather was probably running late. But the storm clouds in the sky and a terrible feeling in his stomach made him think otherwise.