Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Seventeen
When Too Many Bridges Have Been Burned
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot to this story. This is just fan fiction, I'm writing this for fun and for free. Any characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, and all them smart, rich people.
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*~
Also: Sorry for the delay of posting, I got into that book the Holes, GREAT BOOK, but anyway, I can't do anything but read when I find a good book, and I'm finished it now, can't wait to see the movie, (also can't wait to get COS), but anyway here's the next chapter from my mind, and for once I like it, but that's me, so y'all will probably hate it, and that's all right, I never said I was sane.
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Professor Dumbledore walked up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. He gave the fat lady the password, and he was let in. He found Fred, George, and Ginny in a game of chess, the twins versus Ginny, though Ginny was winning, Professor Dumbledore had a feeling the twins just wanted to destroy all the pieces, not really caring about the game. Professor Dumbledore knew that around this time of year, everybody and anybody was desperate to look at anything that wasn't their schoolbooks.
"Ginny, Fred, and George, I have some good news for you." Professor Dumbledore said unable to suppress his smile.
"We don't have to take our N.E.W.T.S.?" The twins asked in unison full of hope.
Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie all looked up at the twins and laughed once, before also looking at the Headmaster with hope.
"No, no, I said good news, not great news." Professor Dumbledore chuckled.
"What's the good news then?" Fred asked.
"Your brother's back." Professor Dumbledore said.
"What?" Harry asked turning around to look at the Headmaster. He had assumed that the Headmaster would've addressed him and Hermione as well, had the information been about Ron.
"Mr. Potter, you couldn't help overhearing I can tell. Where's Ms. Granger?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"Down in the Hospital Wing, she said that was probably the only place where she could study, because the library and common room are packed. Where's Ron?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Well then I imagine Ms. Granger knows of the good news already. Ron is also in the Hospital Wing. He'll be leaving tonight, so I thought I'd let his sister and brothers say hello to him, but you're always welcome to see him." Professor Dumbledore said.
Hermione had been studying in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey seemed flattered at the offer of company, and she and Hermione had talked a lot, about studies mostly, but nevertheless they talked. Hermione explained that her parents were muggle dentists, and Madam Pomfrey had explained a lot about her family, and when she decided she wanted to be a nurse, and a school nurse at that. Though she told Hermione, with Cedric's death, and with Harry coming so close to death more than one time that she often thought about retiring.
That's when Ron had entered. He had his arm in a cast resting in a sling. He limped with pain as he walked, and his bruised, but unbroken arm, was clutching his ribs, as he bit his lip with every step.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked.
"Oh my! And this would be the other student who makes me want to retire. Not only does he send students my way, he ends up in here." Madam Pomfrey said to Hermione, before turning to Ron. "What on earth happened to you, and who is responsible for this slacker's job of taking care of you?"
"Death eaters and you-know-who happened to me, and muggle doctors are the ones who took care of me." Ron said limping over to a bed where Madam Pomfrey had pulled back the curtains.
"Oh my! You poor dear, get up on the bed there, and let me have a look at you. Dress into this." Madam Pomfrey said.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can." Ron said climbing on the bed.
"Well of course you can't." Madam Pomfrey said pulling the curtains around them. She unbuttoned Ron's hospital tee shirt and started tying a hospital gown around the back of his neck, when she saw his back. She stepped back and covered her mouth with her hands. "What on earth?"
"Everlasting pain. They weren't going to kill me, because I wanted to die, so they just made sure I felt their anger forever." Ron said wincing a bit.
Madam Pomfrey lifted up the front of his gown. There were bandages around Ron's ribs.
"What's this here?" Madam Pomfrey said.
"A lot more pain. Broken and bruised ribs." Ron said with pain in his voice.
"Oh you poor dear." Madam Pomfrey said.
"I can get my pants off, but I don't have anything but scrapes and bruises on my legs." Ron said.
"Would it be more comfortable with them off?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"No, they're loose." Ron said.
"All right then. Let's see if I can't get you something for the pain." Madam Pomfrey said.
Ron handed Madam Pomfrey the note Professor Dumbledore had written. "I'm sorry I forgot to give you this." Ron said laying down trying to keep his eyes open.
"Don't apologize." Madam Pomfrey said. "Just rest."
Madam Pomfrey came back with three potions. "Drink these."
"May I ask what they are?" Ron asked.
"Of course, one's for your pain, another's to mend your bones, and the last one's to fight any infections." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Oh, er… the muggles operated on my arm, and used staples. I don't know if that matters." Ron said.
"Muggles use slower techniques, but that would heal it in time. Take the potions, and the staples will evaporate." Madam Pomfrey explained.
"All right. Thank you." Ron said drinking the potions, despite their horrible taste.
"Why don't you try and rest?" Madam Pomfrey asked placing a warm rag on his forehead.
"Can I say hello to Hermione first?" Ron asked sleepily, but hopefully.
"I suppose." Madam Pomfrey said leaving Ron alone behind the curtains. "Hermione, Mr. Weasley wishes to speak with you."
Hermione was next to Ron's bedside within a second. She was in tears when she saw Ron. She wanted to give him a hug, but was afraid she'd hurt him. What the heck, she thought, he had hurt her plenty of times by scaring her. She hugged him tightly before pulling away and wiping her eyes.
"Don't ever do that again!" Hermione cried.
"Don't do what again?" Ron asked.
"Runaway and scare me like that!" Hermione cried.
"I don't think I would even if I was able to." Ron said.
Hermione wiped tears from her eyes. "Why couldn't you have just come back here, when Harry went after you?" Hermione asked.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to, but I knew Dumbledore would throw me back to Bridgeton, and I wasn't going back to a dementor for one fight. It's really stupid now that I think about it, but I don't think before I act, that's not me. Anyway, I wanted to come back here more than anything, but I have to go through Bridgeton first, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go through Bridgeton, learn to be good, and I'm going to come back here, probably just in time for my seventh year, if I'm that lucky." Ron said.
"Well, maybe I could come visit you during the summer." Hermione said.
"I don't think Bridgeton allows visitors. My sentence there is a whole year, not a school year." Ron said. "But I earned my way in there, and I'm going to earn my way out."
"I hope so Ron." Hermione said.
Ron opened his arms, and Hermione hugged him.
"So, did you really break up with Viktor?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"I'm sorry. It's just I was wondering, because I thought if maybe I got my act together, you could wait for me to come back, and maybe see me, unless you're seeing Harry, or somebody else." Ron said.
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione cried hugging Ron again.
"Is that a yes?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Hermione said smacking him. He bit down on his lip in pain. "I'm so sorry!"
Ron grinned. "I'm just teasing. You couldn't hurt me." Ron said.
Hermione raised her hand back to hit him, but just then it seemed like a stampede rushed into the hospital wing.
"Where is he?" Harry asked.
"I'm making out with Hermione, do you mind?" Ron asked.
"Ugh!" Hermione said in frustration, smacking him. "I have to go back to my studies."
"I'd stop you, but frankly I'm too tired." Ron said.
"I hope you feel better." Hermione said.
"That's sweet." Fred said sarcastically, coming through the curtains to see his brother beat up and laying down.
Fred walked over to his younger brother's bedside. He looked at him with concern, and Ron could tell Fred was trying hard not to look upset or even cry. "Man, you look like Hell." Fred teased trying to laugh.
"So do you. No smile? No jokes? I'm not dead Fred, not even close to it. I reckon its still a few hours before I see mum." Ron joked.
Fred laughed. "Well if mum doesn't kill you, and you run away again, I'll go after you, and I'll kill you." Fred said.
"That's fair, as I'm not running away ever again." Ron said.
"Let's hope not, you've had Fred worried to death. He cried every night while you were away. I heard him sobbing, 'Ron, please don't be dead!'" George teased coming through the curtains.
"I don't know how you caught that through your own cries." Fred said.
"I bet." Ron said.
"You can bet we'll beat you worse than this if you ever run away again, all right?" George asked.
"So is that a dare, or a double dare?" Ron joked.
"Don't even play, Ron." Ginny said, coming through the curtains. "Madam Pomfrey says the potion she gave Ron for the pain is going to put him to sleep, and I still want to talk to him, and I know Harry does too."
"All right. We'll come by later." Fred said.
"Behave yourself." George said, mocking Percy's tone. He winked and patted his brother gently on the shoulder, before leaving.
"I didn't mean what I wrote in that letter." Ron said. "I mean the one about me hating you. I was just mad, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"Ron, I knew you didn't mean it. You shouldn't have done that to Malfoy!" Ginny scolded. "I'd rather be harassed, than have you in more trouble because of me."
"I wouldn't be in trouble because of you. I'm responsible for all of my actions. You never asked me to hurt Malfoy, Malfoy did, and he didn't make me either, I'm the only one who has control of my fists." Ron said with a yawn.
"Please stay good, I miss you." Ginny said as tears fell down her face. She hugged her brother tightly before leaving the curtains.
Harry came to visit last.
"I never meant what I said about our friendship. I was just-"
"Stop. You were exhausted, starving, and miserable, and you were mad that I wasn't going back with you. I'm the one who's sorry. The biggest mistake I ever made was not going back with you." Ron said.
"So we're all right then?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Always." Ron said.
Harry hugged his friend. "You shouldn't have had to gone through any of that." Harry said.
"You saw it, didn't you?" Ron asked.
"Yes. It was the scariest thing in the world, when your best friend is in danger. I thought they killed you. I saw a flash of green light, and then I was woken up when Fred or George threw pumpkin juice on me." Harry said.
"Cruciatus Curse. I don't know why the green flash came out of You-know-who's wand, it just did." Ron said yawning.
"Well thank god you're not dead." Harry said. The bell rang to signal the start of class. "I'll come back after class. See you soon."
"No, you won't." Ron whispered before falling asleep.
Ron was very right. Harry wouldn't see Ron again, at least he didn't see him before he left, and he wouldn't be able to see him until he earned his way out of Bridgeton. Ron fell asleep at Hogwarts, but woke up in the nurse's office at Bridgeton.
It were as if there were a censor on Ron that told the Headmaster when he'd be waking up, because not even Madam Moore had noticed he was awake, when Headmaster Campbell entered the nurse's office, unsurprised that Ron wasn't sleeping.
"Mr. Weasley, how are you feeling?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
Ron shrugged.
"If you don't want to have a wizard's education, then you don't have to have one. We've given you enough chances. You don't want to be here, you don't want to learn. We can't help you, unless you want to help yourself. If you want to leave here, we'll release you to your parents when they come later this week, but I'll owl the Minister to make sure that your wand is taken away and that you don't receive a wizarding education." Headmaster Campbell said.
"Can I have one more chance, please? I know I've messed up sir, and more than one time, and I know I don't deserve this, but can you please consider giving me another chance? Please? I promise I won't runaway again, and I know my word means nothing to you, but I want to be good. I only ran away the first time to see if I could, and this time I ran away, because this jerk was harassing my sister, and I'm supposed to protect her, and my brothers couldn't, because he's the one who got me thrown in here, if they touched him, they'd be thrown in here as well, and then my sister would be even worse off without them there. I swear sir, I was only out to make sure this kid didn't touch my sister again, and then when I actually thought about what I did, I realized the consequences, and I didn't want to be punished by a dementor for running away and beating up somebody. I know you could careless sir, but I am sorry, and I want another chance." Ron said.
"You want to help yourself Ron?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
"Yes sir, I won't be bad anymore." Ron said.
Headmaster Campbell looked to Madam Moore with a smile on his face.
"First of all, I will give you as many chances as you need Ron, but I need to know that you want this. I'm not going to help you out, because that's what your parents want, or that's what Mr. Malfoy wants. I'm going to help you out, because you want to be a wizard, and a wise one." Headmaster Campbell said.
"Thank you." Ron said with surprise.
"You don't have to thank me Ron, this is my job." Headmaster Campbell said. "Now the first step to help yourself out, is to realize you have a problem, and do you know what your problem is?"
"I have a lot of problems." Ron admitted.
"Name one." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I act without thinking. If something gets me mad, I'll react without even thinking about what it is that made me mad, and sometimes it's stupid." Ron said.
"That's good that you understand that. We'll work on your anger management and… do you think your mouth is a problem?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
"My mouth?" Ron asked.
"You seem to run it a lot." Headmaster Campbell said.
"Yea, I guess that's a problem. My grandfather always thought my mouth was my best quality. He said he'd never met anybody who spoke with as much as sincerity as me, and he said that he couldn't blame me for getting into fights. He said I'd inherited his temper, and my father's temper, and as bad as that is, I'm not half as dangerous as the Malfoy's." Ron said.
"Does he know of your latest actions? I'm sure he wouldn't still approve." Madam Moore said.
Headmaster Campbell shot her a meaningful look.
"I don't know. I guess he does. He passed away. I was living with him for a while, while I was at Cork. That school was great, and I was good there. After he died and I had to leave, I changed, but it wasn't exactly by choice. I wouldn't have changed if he were still alive and I was living with him." Ron said.
"You might've." Headmaster Campbell said.
"No I wouldn't have. I loved my Grandfather. He was always there for me, there wasn't anyway I was going to be disrespectful to him. I think he's the only person who was never disappointed in me. Well my Grandmother wasn't either, but I haven't seen her since before I started Hogwarts." Ron said.
"Your parents weren't always there for you?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
"No, they were. I thought they weren't, because they sent me here, but I was just being stubborn." Ron said.
A thought came to Ron, and he couldn't help but switch topics. "Sir I didn't get Remus fired did I? I mean he didn't quit, did he? Because it wasn't his fault, it was mine." Ron said.
"No, Ron. Remus will be tutoring you again first thing tomorrow morning." Headmaster Campbell said.
"So why don't you drink this potion, and get some rest?" Madam Moore asked offering Ron the potion.
"All right. Thanks for giving me another chance. I'm going to be good this time, I promise." Ron said before drinking the potion.
The next morning Ron dressed as soon as he got out of the shower. His door was kept open so that he couldn't run away, and he wasn't offended at all. He dressed quickly behind the wall that separated his room and the bathroom, and came out clean. He went to pull out his books when Remus entered looking disappointed and relieved at Ron.
"Hello." Remus said with a certain tone to his voice.
"Hello. Look I'm sorry about-"
"Take out your Transfiguration book please." Remus said hardheartedly cutting Ron off.
Ron took out his Transfiguration book. "Professor, I'm sorry." Ron said.
"Page eight hundred and thirty-two please." Remus said, ignoring Ron.
"Yes sir." Ron sighed.
Ron's tutoring session continued to be formal and rather strict. Remus read the chapters and explained them to Ron, and waited for Ron to ask any questions before moving on. Ron knew he should've expected this, but he didn't. He was hoping Remus would understand, but he didn't want to understand, and that hurt Ron; it made him feel as if one more person didn't care about him, and he hardly had anybody left to count on. It was only the Headmaster, and surprisingly he was forgiving, and his parents, or at least his mother anyway, who still cared about him now.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Remus asked in an impatient tone at the end of the tutoring session.
"No sir." Ron said.
"Fine, then I'll let you start on your homework. I need to leave early anyway. You have the assignments from last time and from this evening to keep you busy. I expect them to be finished before I return tomorrow morning." Remus said.
"But sir, last time, you left me with three days' worth of class work and homework, and-"
"Its nobody's fault but your own that it wasn't finished, now is it?" Remus asked.
Ron sighed and started on his homework.
Ron stayed up all night completing his assignments. He was to read a chapter for each of his classes, with the exception of Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and the Study of Ancient Runes, which he had to read three chapters for each subject and write a summary for each chapter. That was only tonight's assignments. The work Remus had assigned Ron to do when he would be away, the night when Ron ran away, included twelve chapters to be read and summarized for each subject, three chapters for class work, one chapter for homework for each subject for the three days Remus was to be out because of his werewolf transformation. Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and the Study of Ancient Runes were always exceptions. Remus always managed to cover at least six chapters of each subject during tutoring sessions, and expected Ron to do the same, as well as his homework, which included three extra chapters that Ron was to read and write about.
Remus entered the room at six o'clock the next morning, to find Ron writing in a hurry. Immediately, Remus knew Ron hadn't slept at all.
"Did you complete last night's assignments?" Remus asked.
"Yes sir, they're right here." Ron said picking up a pile of parchment on the right of him, off of the floor.
"What are you doing now?" Remus asked.
"Muggle studies, I'm almost finished all three days worth of work of it. I have all of the other subjects done, I just need more time to finish this, and my Arithmancy and Ancient Runes' assignments." Ron said.
"Well, keep writing, I have to correct all of this anyway." Remus said picking up the various piles of parchment.
With Ron's exhaustion getting the better of him, it took Ron the entire time of Remus' stay to finish his work.
"You have the night off. I suggest you get some sleep, I'll grade these." Remus said.
Ron was grateful that Remus didn't give him any more work to do. As soon as Remus' desk was transfigured back into Ron's bed, Ron fell asleep.
Ron was awoken at five thirty the next morning for breakfast, but was surprised when he was told that his tutoring session was cancelled for today, because his parents were expected to come for a conference.
Ron sat anxiously in the Headmaster's office at noon. While he was nervous to see his parents, he couldn't wait to see their faces. He missed them terribly.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley arrived at quarter after noon. They were known for their lateness. However, when they entered both of them looked at Ron with disappointment and disapproval, before tearing their eyes away from him, to look at the Headmaster.
"Headmaster Campbell, we're sorry we're late. We had some forms to fill out from the Ministry, regarding Ron. We want to withdraw Ron from your school. It has nothing to do with the school. You shouldn't have to put up with Ron. He shouldn't have been able to run away twice, but he somehow did it, through manipulation we don't doubt. If he was only a better kid, we'd let you try this school's magic on him, but he's not a better kid. The Minister actually came to us about this. With Ron's running away, and lying about You-know-who attacking him, and bringing Harry Potter into danger with him, we can't let Ron continue as a wizard any further. It's too dangerous, and too risky, and we don't want to be responsible for him. The Minister suggested that we sign custody of Ron over to muggles. Supposedly, when they see what a danger Ronald is, they'll put him in a Boot Camp or a prison, or something that will keep him from hurting anybody else. We have some forms. Ron is currently in your school's custody. All you have to do is sign the line, and Ron will be banned from the wizarding world. We don't want Ronald to be any more of a danger than he already is, and as his parents, we think this is best." Arthur Weasley said handing Headmaster Campbell some forms.
"What?" Ron cried with disbelief. "Dad, you don't mean that!"
Mr. Weasley didn't even look at him.
"Mum, you can't let dad do this, mum please talk some sense into him. I came back, and I'm going to be good!" Ron cried desperately.
"Arthur…" Molly tried.
"I knew you shouldn't have come. Ignore him he's only going to manipulate you like always! Ron, don't upset your mum anymore than you already have. You don't think this is hard on us to do this? We're your parents, sending our wizard son to be a muggle is the most embarrassing thing we can do, but after you've become such a threat, this is our only option!" Arthur snapped.
"Dad, you think I lied about being attacked by You-know-who? Harry sees all of You-know-who's attacks! He knows it, and Dumbledore doesn't disbelieve me!" Ron said.
"Ron, if you-know-who was still about, and he attacked you, wouldn't he have killed you?" Arthur asked.
"Not if I wanted to die!" Ron yelled.
Headmaster Campbell stood up as Mr. Weasley did. He walked around the desk to Ron's side.
"Ron, come with me. I want to speak with your parents in private." Headmaster Campbell said.
Headmaster Campbell brought Ron up to his room, telling him he could have the day to relax and write to anybody he wanted to write to, and went back downstairs to speak with the Weasley's.
"First of all, I don't believe it was appropriate for you to speak to me about custody and your son's placement with your son in the room, especially if it was so negative. Second of all, you forget that you signed custody of your son over to me. I will release him to your custody, when I feel he is ready to leave, not a minute sooner. I won't be releasing him to you, so he can be forced to live as a muggle. Your son's brilliant, and he could be an extraordinary wizard, but he has a few problems, one being his temper. He wants to change. He wants to be good. He wants help. He told me. Your son wasn't lying about You-know-who either. Professor Dumbledore was sincere when he told me what happened. If you don't want custody of your son when we're ready to release him, we'll keep him in our custody, but we'll send him back to Hogwarts. But if you do want to keep custody of him, I expect one of you here every fourth day of the month for a positive conference about your son." Headmaster Campbell said.
"Excuse me, this is the Minister of Magic's idea, and Ronald Weasley is my son!" Arthur yelled.
"Your son, who is in the school's custody, not yours. We're not giving you custody so you can give him to some governor muggle's custody." Headmaster Campbell said.
"The Minister-"
"The Minister of Magic signed him over to us as well. The contract clearly stated what I've said before. He won't be released until I feel he is ready to be released, and Ron, who is in a bad physical and emotional state, is not ready to be released to you so he can be put in a worse physical and emotional state. Your son would die in the muggle world. He'd be able to survive, but he'd kill himself if somebody didn't kill him, for putting him in such a terrible position. Your son has gotten worse with every placement. From Hogwarts to Cork, there wasn't a change, because your son loved his Grandfather to death. He said he'd never want to disrespect somebody who was always there for him. The fact that the person who he thought loved him the most tore him up, and then he was moved to a school where he was unwelcome, and where he was set up to look like a thief. I wrote to Elizabeth Weasley, when Ron told me that his aunt Erin had written to her to say that Ron really wasn't a bad kid. Elizabeth sent me her sister's letter. It stated that Ron had never put any of his cousin's things into his suitcase. His youngest cousin Jack had told, and when his father questioned the older boys, they didn't lie to him. Then he was moved to America, only now he had a bad name because of Ballycastle, and one too many schools. Elizabeth Weasley also wrote that her boyfriend drove the boys away. He hated her son, and Ron moving in was a threat to him as well, so he threatened the boys, and Ron didn't want to be sent away again, because he knew you would hate him, so he left on his own, and he lived on the streets, and they made him stronger physically, but the move tore him up emotionally. You just told him you didn't want him anymore. I'm sure that did wonders to help him emotionally. Your son is in my custody. It's not my business if you don't want him anymore, but if you care about him you won't give up on him. If you care about him, you'll talk to him and listen to him on the fourth of next month. Good day." Headmaster Campbell said.
"School lets out on the first of July." Arthur said. "He won't be back in September."
"We have him here for at least a year, that didn't say a school year, that's a whole year. He's in our custody. He doesn't get a summer holiday. Good afternoon." Headmaster Campbell said.
"The Minister will be by later, this was his idea." Arthur said as he and Molly stood to leave.
"You've made it clear that it was his idea several times now Mr. Weasley, and I have no doubts that Mr. Fudge will be by, but a contract is a contract." Headmaster Campbell said.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left Bridgeton and Headmaster Campbell went upstairs to see about Ron.
Author's Note: The only reason I have Mr. Weasley saying that Ron lied about Voldemort's attack, is because he works for Fudge, and while I'm pretty sure he won't believe him in the book, he's believing him in here, because I haven't made Mr. Weasley the nice, odd, father that J. K. Rowling has described him to be. I saw a Jackson 5 documentary on VH1 and because of the fact that Mr. Weasley is always at work, and Mrs. Weasley has a lot of kids like the Jackson's, Mr. Jackson in the documentary is sort of rubbing off onto Arthur in my mind. Hey, I never said I was sane! I just said I was writing this for fun and posting this to save it for when my computer crashes. LOL. ~*Carey*~