In this chapter we discuss the idea of Ron telling them about Voldemort and such.
A day had passed and Ron was starting to think Remus was avoiding him. Everytime he would go near the werewolf, he would pick up a book and start reading. Much to Ron's own shock, no one seemed to want to know about the future. Whether it was because Dumbledore told them not to ask, Ron couldn't tell. Whatever it was, Ron was glad. He really didn't need to be in the position in which the future was questioned. He didn't know how well he would be able to hide the fact that James only had a few more years to live.
It was in the evening of his third night there that Ron found himself alone with Peter, much to his own displeasure. Remus was tutoring someone, while Sirius and James were doing Merlin knows what. Ron suspected yet another prank on the Slytherins, for he had seen them leave with a bucket of red and yellow paint.
"Hey, Ron?" Peter's slightly high voice interupted his thoughts. Ron looked over at the small boy sitting on the bed across from him. Peter had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Uh, yeah, Peter?"
"Are you homesick?" Peter asked. Ron blinked, then leaned back against the headboard.
"Well, sure." Ron said softly. "I am... a bit."
"I was just curious." Peter explained. "Because you don't really seem like it, is all."
"I don't?"
"Not really." Peter told him. Ron frowned.
"I guess... I'm not really." He replied. "I mean, I miss my friends. I miss Harry and Hermione, I even miss going to class. But there are a lot of things I don't miss from the future. And I'm just a bit relieved that I'm not having to be in the middle of it all."
"The middle of what?" Peter asked. Ron looked away, pulling his knees up to hug them. There was a moment of silence, before Peter spoke again. "I wont tell anyone, if your worried about revealing something."
"The thing is..." Ron sighed. "I have a chance to change things for the future, if I was to tell you and the others. But Dumbledore said not to. Who knows what would happen if I let something slip?" Ron took a deep breath and looked hard at Peter, who fidgeted under his gaze. "I'll tell you this much, there's going to be a war. My friends are in the midst of it right now. And I'm not there to help them. But I could change everything if I only told you all how it starts... But I can't."
"Why not?" A voice spoke up. Ron jerked his head up to see Remus standing in the doorway. The golden eyed boy walked forward and stood next to Ron. "Shouldn't you take the chance that fate has given you?"
"I can't. The Ministry-"
"It's not like they would know, now is it?" Remus interupted. "Everything would turn out differently."
"Exactly." Ron said. "I could end up never being born. Or never meeting Harry! Or-"
"So the question is: Would it be worth it?" Remus told him.
"Why are you so insistant, anyway?" Ron suddenly snapped. Remus blinked in shock at his tone. "What do you know that I don't? Why do you want me to reveal things that I'm not allowed?"
"I'm just thinking, is all." Remus said softly. He paused a moment, then slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, inches away from Ron. Remus opens his mouth to speak, but then looks over at Peter, like he just noticed him. He jerks his head towards the door. Peter gives a heavy sigh and leaves, pouting. Remus smiles at the retreating boy, then turns back to Ron. "Ron, there are a lot of things that happen in life that shouldn't of happened to begin with. The thing with Snape last year. That should of never happened. If I had been warned before hand, I might of been able to stop it."
"Is this what it's about?" Ron asked.
"I know haunted looks when I see them, Ron. I've carried them most my life." Remus looked up and their eyes locked. "I just think that if talking about it would ease the suffering, isn't it worth it?"
"How do you know?" Ron whispered.
"Do you think I'm actually reading all those books while your around?" Remus chuckled lightly. "I'm a wonderful observer, Ron. And I've been observing you."
'And I've been observing you.' The words repeating in Ron's head. Without any self control, he felt himself leaning closer to the werewolf. Even Ron isn't sure what he was about to do, all he knows is he's not too happy when the door bursts open.
"You guys-" Peter's voice is slightly frantic.
"Come on, Wormtail!" Sirius laughs, not noticing the two on the bed. "I'm quite sure it's safe to come into our own dorm room."
"..." Peter didn't reply.
"What happened to you?!" Remus exclaimed, jumping up from the bed. Ron shot Sirius a glare for the interuption, but the boy didn't notice. Sirius was grinning ear to ear, and speckled with red and yellow from head to foot.
"Heh, seems our plan backfired a bit." Sirius said, grin not wavering. "But we still got most of their common room covered."
"Do I even want to know?" Remus asked, smiling. At that moment James came bounding in, grinning as well. He was even worse off than Sirius. It looked like someone had dumped the yellow paint over his head.
"It would of worked fine if Siri' hadn't of decided to 'fall over', dumping the paint all over me." James said in a cheery tone, dispite the paint dripping onto the floor. Sirius simply laughed. James punched him lightly in the arm, before turning back to Ron and Remus. "So, what's up with your two? Looks like someone died... Or maybe something else."
Ron missed the pointed look that James had shot Sirius. But he did notice the lecherous grin that was rapidly appearing on Sirius' face. When Sirius' gaze landing on him, Ron jumped up and made an excuse to leave, fearing for his life.
"Ah, come on, Remus!" Sirius whined. Remus let out a low growl and Sirius slinked closer to him, where he sat reading on his bed. "Ohh, you know I love it when you growl at me."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Remus replied.
"Please, Remy?" Sirius begged.
"No!" Remus said, glaring.
"Why not? He'll talk to you! I only want to know one little thing, and he said he knew us!" Sirius told him. Remus rolled his eyes.
"I am not, I repeat, not going to ask Ron whether or not your in Witch Weekly's Hunkiest Wizards in the future!" Remus exclaimed.