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Ron's POV
It was so nice to be out on a broom again, soaring through the air, the cold bitter February wind prickling his skin, making his robes flap in the wind. After being stuck in a house for days, planning, sleeping and staying hidden, now he was out on a mission.
It had all started with a letter from Charlie a while back, saying he suspected the Dark Lord trying to get the dragons into his forces. He'd said, he'd seen a lot of weird guys walking around there lately. They'd said that they were strangers, just looking at the dragon tamers, and keepers, hoping to one day master the skill themselves, or own a few. Charlie said that there could be trouble about, and he'd try and write within the week to update him on the situation. Ron had gotten the letter two weeks ago. Two weeks had gone by, and Ron hadn't heard from Charlie at all, no one had.
Ron had finally gone to the Order about it, worried about his older brother who'd always been somewhat of an idol to Ron. George and Fred had always had each other, drawn together by their need for pulling pranks. Percy was just way to perfect the over achiever who was stuck up and snotty. And Bill was just too much older. Charlie however was great; he had been Quidditch captain, had gone to work in Romania with dragons, kept up with the Order, and was just an overall great guy. But now he was kidnapped, and it was up to Ron to save him.
Ron was pulled out of his thoughts, when he saw the large stone castle looming close him. Finally, his destination.
Ron landed softly on the grass. Getting off his broom he slowly walked up to the grand castle. The large oak door looked very foreboding with a large iron knocker on the center. The knocker was shaped like a flying iron dragon with red ruby eyes. Ron pulled out his wand "Aloha Mora," he said firmly.
The large dragon knocker suddenly came to life, the rubies began to glow, and a raspy voice said "Who calls upon the house of Glocken at this hour?"
Ron looked wide-eyed at the dragon, shocked and slightly intimidated by its forceful tone, even though it wasn't after all, a real dragon. Ron gulped, and began to move back a little from the big knocker. Then his brother's letter flashed through his mind. Feeling a surge of confidence run through him, he forcefully said "I'm Ronald Weasly. I'm here to speak with Tonks about a mission."
The eyes of the dragon flashed a blinding red and the dragon soared right off the door flying straight at Ron! At last minute the dragon turned around and soared through the door's keyhole. Ron didn't see any of this though. His hands were covering his face, and he was bent over in fear. Peaking through his fingers, he saw that the door was now wide open. Letting out a relieved sigh, that the dragon hadn't killed him and ended his mission so early Ron walked inside, the door clicking shut behind him.
Ron store into the spacious hall before him. The ceiling had dragons painted all over it. Flying at one another viciously, flames were erupting all over the painting. The stairway was covered in a red velvety carpet with rails of pure gold. A chandler was suspended in mid air; each candle looked like a dragon breathing out a flame. The chandelier was dancing around in circles. The whole thing was just way too spectacular. The beauty and abnormality was simply beyond belief.
"Ron," a familiar voice said behind him. Turning around Ron came face to face with Tonks. She laughed, at Ron's still half-open mouth. "So, how was the flight down here? I know it was really long. You must be starving. Rosa!!!"
A small house elf ran up to them, smiling "Yes Miss Tonks!" The small house elf said excitedly. Curtseying, she smiled like a five year old up at them. Ron laughed thinking about Hermione's SPEW, boy wouldn't she get a kick to see how excited this little house elf was at working for them.
"Rosa, will you please take Ron down to the kitchen to get him some food. Afterwards you can show him to his room. Thanks," Tonks turned to face Ron and said, "Will talk tomorrow about Charlie," a worried look appearing on her face as she said the last word. "Ya, anyways, you've got to get some rest, and some food. Thanks Rosa, I'll see you tomorrow," she smiled at them and left.
"Well…Mr.…what was it again?"
"Weasly," Ron said, "But you don't have to call me that, you can just call me Ron," Ron smiled.
"Yes, Mr. Ron. Well, Mr. Ron, the kitchens are right this way. We were expecting you to come, so we prepared a nice ham for you. We also made some chocolate cake, Ms. Tonks said that that was your favorite dessert," Rosa said with a smile.
"Ya, it is, thanks Rosa." Opening the door, Rosa led Ron into a huge kitchen, with tiny little house elves scurrying around, with plates of food. You could see, off to the right another room, that had small beds for the house elves. It was obvious that the owners had tried to make the house elves as comfortable as possible. Turning his attention back to the kitchen Rosa led him to a small table. Pulling out the chair Ron sat down. Within seconds an army of house elves rushed at him, with trays and trays full of delicious looking food.
"Try this-very good-hope you like it Mr. Ron-"Ron looked greedily at the food, and dug in. The ham had been cooked just right. After gulping down, potatoes, ham, corn, and tons, and tons of chocolate cake, Ron took one last chug of butter beer. *Burp* Ron belched loudly, "Sorry," he muttered, thoroughly embarrassed, even though they were just house elves.
"Is Mr. Ron done now?" Rosa exclaimed excitedly. The whole time she had been sitting there, ordering him more food, refilling his glass, and ordering other elves around.
"Yes, I'm done Rosa," Ron said.
"Alright then. I'll take you to the bedroom now, Mr. Ron," the house elf smiled and waited, as Ron slowly got up to follow her. Ron blinked his eyes sleepily, he could barely stay awake. Long ago he had, stopped trying to keep track of where they were going.
"We are here Mr. Ron. Your trunk is right over there, if you need anything, just pull that string over there and one of us house elves will come to help you," Rosa smiled then turned and left.
Ron looked at the big bed. It looked so comfy. Quickly Ron changed and flopping onto the bed, and under the sheets fell into a deep deep slumber.
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