Here's the first real chapter! I'd like to thank all my reviewers, and
I'll thank you one by one in a later chapter- I promise.
By the way- I'm going to answer a question from Sugar Bee that I actually asked myself while writing this. I know, Ron could have a fake job so that his family would stop bugging him and everything, but I kind of like the way his family keeps aggravating him about his job. So, in this fic, no- he's not going to have an alias job. Besides- if one of the auror's identity was discovered, and the death eaters traced it to where the auror worked, the death eaters would know who all of the U.A.'s were. So, sorry- Ron's going to have to put up with it. For a few chapters, at least. Thanks!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these characters (except Andrew), but if you're incredibly thick and still don't get it, just look at the top of the page. This is a fanfic!
Chapter 1
Ron woke up the next morning with a smile on his face. He usually did, since he usually dreamt about Hermione. The first words he thought, however, were not the cause of his smile at all. 'Pruit Street, Paris, France, seven PM, tonight.'
He groaned. He got up from his bed, and as he was getting dressed he heard his mom moving around downstairs. Not wanting to be lectured on the day of a mission, he apparated straight to Hogsmeade, where he had breakfast in the new café he had been thinking about the day before.
After a visit to his 'office,' a muggle building (where wizards wouldn't think of looking) for some supplies, he went to the park for training. The park was his affectionate nickname for the large, open quidditch pitch situated within miles of Hogsmeade. People from the village could play games there, and the people who owned the park were thinking about starting a quidditch league there for small children.
Ron always visited the park on the days he had missions. It calmed him, and helped him prepare for the task ahead. He could soar through the sky, uninhibited, and clear his mind. And it definitely needed clearing, after the episode with Hermione the day before. As he rode through the air, Ron practiced a few simple spells. Spells that could possibly save his life later that night.
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Hermione sighed and slammed her papers down on her desk. How could she possibly be expected to get any work done in such a state? Her brain was frazzled, her hair was a mess, and she had an unnoticed coffee stain on the bottom of her skirt. All because of him.
The worst part was, the person making her a mess wasn't even the person that it should have been. It should have been Andrew, her wonderful, caring boyfriend of six months. But no. The man getting Hermione frazzled was an adorable red- headed slacker, with a temper to match his hair.
If she had been smart enough to look where she was going in Hogsmeade the day before, then she would have been able to move out of his vision, ignoring him altogether. Instead, she had invited him back to her flat for tea.
What had she been thinking? Hermione had been asking herself that question for 24 hours now. What had she been thinking, inviting the very man who made her rethink a six-month relationship into her house for a cup of tea? It was ludicrous, insane, and, sadly, what she wanted.
Worst of all, she had been so involved with Ron that she'd forgotten all about a date with Andrew, and when she remembered the date, she hadn't wanted to go! She was supposed to be looking for Andrew's future house- what she knew Andrew wanted to be her own future house, and instead she wanted to sit on a couch drinking tea with London's greatest loss. A genius (in his own rights) who would rather mile around his mother's house all day than work.
Absentmindedly she reached up and touched the flowers on her desk. From Andrew, of course. He never forgot- they came daily. Yet. . . she found the note she had received from Ron three days before much more intriguing. And all it said was,
'Mione, I haven't seen you in a couple days. I miss you and I hope you can come to the Burrow next weekend. Love Ron.
This made her feel much more cared for and loved than Andrew's flowers, although she had no idea why. Hermione shrugged and sighed again. She was never going to get any work done.
~~~
Dinner was big at the Burrow that night. The twins ate at home, and brought a bunch of their friends with them. Ron was grateful- over Lee's shouting and his brothers' antics, his mother didn't stand a chance. He hated having conversations with her lately. It wasn't that he hated his mother. It was just the topic that came up every time they had a one on one conversation. He hated being berated for his jobless status when he was risking his life almost every night.
Near 6:30, he walked towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere important, mum. I think I'll just go visit Harry."
"Ok. Would you mind bringing me some flour and eggs on your way home? We're almost out."
"Of course, mum. I'll see you later." He went to the 'Overseas apparating office,' and then on to Paris, France.
Ron loved Paris. It was one of his favorite cities, because of the huge diversity of people. He had to watch what he said about it at home, though, because he almost let it slip that he'd been there before in a conversation with Hermione.
He made his way to Pruit Street, and looked for any sign of a disturbance. His blue 'Undercover Auror' robes swirled around his legs as he walked, and he listened to their swishing noise until. . . he twirled around, wand pointed, his entire body ready to fight.
A gentle laugh tinkered through the air. "You always did have good reflexes, Weasley." Nymphadora Tonks stepped out of the shadows and walked up to Ron. "KB and Arthur are waiting by the tree to your right. Simon and McHale are to your left."
"I know."
"You always do, Ron."
"So which house is it?"
"296. Up the street a bit. There's a man there, named Westrol. Apparently he was a big supporter of Voldie in the old days, and was afraid of what would happen to him when the war ended. He struck up a deal with the other side. The man actually houses death eaters, in exchange for their protection."
As she spoke, her hair was violently changing colors. "Woah," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "Calm down a bit, will ya?"
"Shut it, Weasley. Morgan's doing surveillance, and then we go in." They waited until the bright-eyed Bridget Morgan had returned.
"He's not alone. Westrol has three, maybe four death eaters in there with him. Two are downstairs."
"And Westrol?"
"In front of the fire. Living room. First room on the right, from the front door."
"Apparation protection?"
"Yes."
"Damn. Ok, you heard her. If you're in trouble, either call for help or run, because if it gets too sticky you can't apparate out."
"It works both ways." Ron pointed out.
"Good thing, too. Lets go."
Within seconds, the house had been bombarded. Ron and Tonks had crashed through the back door, while the others entered the house through the front and windows.
Standing in the back hall, where Ron and Tonks entered, was a death eater. "Zambini." Tonks hissed. A red ray of light flew from his wand at Tonks' chest, and Ron dove to knock her out of the way. Zambini hissed another spell, and the light flew at Ron.
"Reflecto!" Ron screamed, and the light blasted back at Zambini, hitting him square in the face. Ron rushed through the rest of the house, looking for his coworkers.
"Tonks!" He heard someone scream. "Tonks, the living room! Tonks!"
He ran to the sound of Bridget Morgan's voice, and found her in what was indeed the living room, standing with Westrol and a masked man. The man with the mask held Morgan's wand. "Ron, duck!" A blast of energy hit the couch in front of Ron, sending it and Ron flying back into the wall. The death eater whipped out its wand again.
"Weasel, is that you?" Ron recognized the voice as that of Lisa Redbanks, a Slytherin in the year above him at Hogwarts.
He used her distraction to shout "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA" at the bookcase behind her. When it came down on her head she collapsed. Bridget quickly grabbed her wand.
Westrol took that opportunity to run upstairs, to the other death eaters. Ron chased after them. When he reached the second floor he found Simon writhing about. Ron muttered an incantation to stop the curse, and continued down the hall. He found another death eater with his wand pointed at McHale. "Imobulus!" Ron shouted. The death eater slowed slightly, and McHale finished with him.
Ron continued down the hall to the last room. Inside he found Westrol, crouched down behind the last death eater in the house. "Impedimenta!" The death eater shouted.
"Protego!" The spell bounced back at the death eater, and Ron had time to yell "Petrificus Totalus!" The death eater was down. Slowly, Ron walked towards Westrol. "Expelliarmus." Westrol's wand flew into Ron's hand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" His feet then slowly left the ground.
Calmly, Ron walked over to him. By this time, the rest of his team had reached the room. "Hello, Westrol. I'm Ron. I'm here to tell you that you have just received the opportunity to spend a lifetime in Azkaban. Congratulations."
Ron returned to his house that night with nothing more than a bump on his head, and when Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen the next morning there were flour and eggs sitting on the kitchen table.
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Wow- another chapter done. I had to include Tonks in this chapter- she's one of the coolest characters in the 5th book! I really hope you guys like this, and please, let me know whether you do or don't by reviewing. Remember- a cookie and a sugar cube! And, of course, I'll review yours if you review mine (although it might take me a while, I'm going out of town, but I SWEAR I will!). Please review, and thank you if you already did!
By the way- thanks so much to Ron- Is- Mine, you were the first reviewer ever for my story! You get a whole bag of cookies!
~ Sugar High
By the way- I'm going to answer a question from Sugar Bee that I actually asked myself while writing this. I know, Ron could have a fake job so that his family would stop bugging him and everything, but I kind of like the way his family keeps aggravating him about his job. So, in this fic, no- he's not going to have an alias job. Besides- if one of the auror's identity was discovered, and the death eaters traced it to where the auror worked, the death eaters would know who all of the U.A.'s were. So, sorry- Ron's going to have to put up with it. For a few chapters, at least. Thanks!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these characters (except Andrew), but if you're incredibly thick and still don't get it, just look at the top of the page. This is a fanfic!
Chapter 1
Ron woke up the next morning with a smile on his face. He usually did, since he usually dreamt about Hermione. The first words he thought, however, were not the cause of his smile at all. 'Pruit Street, Paris, France, seven PM, tonight.'
He groaned. He got up from his bed, and as he was getting dressed he heard his mom moving around downstairs. Not wanting to be lectured on the day of a mission, he apparated straight to Hogsmeade, where he had breakfast in the new café he had been thinking about the day before.
After a visit to his 'office,' a muggle building (where wizards wouldn't think of looking) for some supplies, he went to the park for training. The park was his affectionate nickname for the large, open quidditch pitch situated within miles of Hogsmeade. People from the village could play games there, and the people who owned the park were thinking about starting a quidditch league there for small children.
Ron always visited the park on the days he had missions. It calmed him, and helped him prepare for the task ahead. He could soar through the sky, uninhibited, and clear his mind. And it definitely needed clearing, after the episode with Hermione the day before. As he rode through the air, Ron practiced a few simple spells. Spells that could possibly save his life later that night.
~~~
Hermione sighed and slammed her papers down on her desk. How could she possibly be expected to get any work done in such a state? Her brain was frazzled, her hair was a mess, and she had an unnoticed coffee stain on the bottom of her skirt. All because of him.
The worst part was, the person making her a mess wasn't even the person that it should have been. It should have been Andrew, her wonderful, caring boyfriend of six months. But no. The man getting Hermione frazzled was an adorable red- headed slacker, with a temper to match his hair.
If she had been smart enough to look where she was going in Hogsmeade the day before, then she would have been able to move out of his vision, ignoring him altogether. Instead, she had invited him back to her flat for tea.
What had she been thinking? Hermione had been asking herself that question for 24 hours now. What had she been thinking, inviting the very man who made her rethink a six-month relationship into her house for a cup of tea? It was ludicrous, insane, and, sadly, what she wanted.
Worst of all, she had been so involved with Ron that she'd forgotten all about a date with Andrew, and when she remembered the date, she hadn't wanted to go! She was supposed to be looking for Andrew's future house- what she knew Andrew wanted to be her own future house, and instead she wanted to sit on a couch drinking tea with London's greatest loss. A genius (in his own rights) who would rather mile around his mother's house all day than work.
Absentmindedly she reached up and touched the flowers on her desk. From Andrew, of course. He never forgot- they came daily. Yet. . . she found the note she had received from Ron three days before much more intriguing. And all it said was,
'Mione, I haven't seen you in a couple days. I miss you and I hope you can come to the Burrow next weekend. Love Ron.
This made her feel much more cared for and loved than Andrew's flowers, although she had no idea why. Hermione shrugged and sighed again. She was never going to get any work done.
~~~
Dinner was big at the Burrow that night. The twins ate at home, and brought a bunch of their friends with them. Ron was grateful- over Lee's shouting and his brothers' antics, his mother didn't stand a chance. He hated having conversations with her lately. It wasn't that he hated his mother. It was just the topic that came up every time they had a one on one conversation. He hated being berated for his jobless status when he was risking his life almost every night.
Near 6:30, he walked towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere important, mum. I think I'll just go visit Harry."
"Ok. Would you mind bringing me some flour and eggs on your way home? We're almost out."
"Of course, mum. I'll see you later." He went to the 'Overseas apparating office,' and then on to Paris, France.
Ron loved Paris. It was one of his favorite cities, because of the huge diversity of people. He had to watch what he said about it at home, though, because he almost let it slip that he'd been there before in a conversation with Hermione.
He made his way to Pruit Street, and looked for any sign of a disturbance. His blue 'Undercover Auror' robes swirled around his legs as he walked, and he listened to their swishing noise until. . . he twirled around, wand pointed, his entire body ready to fight.
A gentle laugh tinkered through the air. "You always did have good reflexes, Weasley." Nymphadora Tonks stepped out of the shadows and walked up to Ron. "KB and Arthur are waiting by the tree to your right. Simon and McHale are to your left."
"I know."
"You always do, Ron."
"So which house is it?"
"296. Up the street a bit. There's a man there, named Westrol. Apparently he was a big supporter of Voldie in the old days, and was afraid of what would happen to him when the war ended. He struck up a deal with the other side. The man actually houses death eaters, in exchange for their protection."
As she spoke, her hair was violently changing colors. "Woah," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "Calm down a bit, will ya?"
"Shut it, Weasley. Morgan's doing surveillance, and then we go in." They waited until the bright-eyed Bridget Morgan had returned.
"He's not alone. Westrol has three, maybe four death eaters in there with him. Two are downstairs."
"And Westrol?"
"In front of the fire. Living room. First room on the right, from the front door."
"Apparation protection?"
"Yes."
"Damn. Ok, you heard her. If you're in trouble, either call for help or run, because if it gets too sticky you can't apparate out."
"It works both ways." Ron pointed out.
"Good thing, too. Lets go."
Within seconds, the house had been bombarded. Ron and Tonks had crashed through the back door, while the others entered the house through the front and windows.
Standing in the back hall, where Ron and Tonks entered, was a death eater. "Zambini." Tonks hissed. A red ray of light flew from his wand at Tonks' chest, and Ron dove to knock her out of the way. Zambini hissed another spell, and the light flew at Ron.
"Reflecto!" Ron screamed, and the light blasted back at Zambini, hitting him square in the face. Ron rushed through the rest of the house, looking for his coworkers.
"Tonks!" He heard someone scream. "Tonks, the living room! Tonks!"
He ran to the sound of Bridget Morgan's voice, and found her in what was indeed the living room, standing with Westrol and a masked man. The man with the mask held Morgan's wand. "Ron, duck!" A blast of energy hit the couch in front of Ron, sending it and Ron flying back into the wall. The death eater whipped out its wand again.
"Weasel, is that you?" Ron recognized the voice as that of Lisa Redbanks, a Slytherin in the year above him at Hogwarts.
He used her distraction to shout "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA" at the bookcase behind her. When it came down on her head she collapsed. Bridget quickly grabbed her wand.
Westrol took that opportunity to run upstairs, to the other death eaters. Ron chased after them. When he reached the second floor he found Simon writhing about. Ron muttered an incantation to stop the curse, and continued down the hall. He found another death eater with his wand pointed at McHale. "Imobulus!" Ron shouted. The death eater slowed slightly, and McHale finished with him.
Ron continued down the hall to the last room. Inside he found Westrol, crouched down behind the last death eater in the house. "Impedimenta!" The death eater shouted.
"Protego!" The spell bounced back at the death eater, and Ron had time to yell "Petrificus Totalus!" The death eater was down. Slowly, Ron walked towards Westrol. "Expelliarmus." Westrol's wand flew into Ron's hand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" His feet then slowly left the ground.
Calmly, Ron walked over to him. By this time, the rest of his team had reached the room. "Hello, Westrol. I'm Ron. I'm here to tell you that you have just received the opportunity to spend a lifetime in Azkaban. Congratulations."
Ron returned to his house that night with nothing more than a bump on his head, and when Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen the next morning there were flour and eggs sitting on the kitchen table.
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Wow- another chapter done. I had to include Tonks in this chapter- she's one of the coolest characters in the 5th book! I really hope you guys like this, and please, let me know whether you do or don't by reviewing. Remember- a cookie and a sugar cube! And, of course, I'll review yours if you review mine (although it might take me a while, I'm going out of town, but I SWEAR I will!). Please review, and thank you if you already did!
By the way- thanks so much to Ron- Is- Mine, you were the first reviewer ever for my story! You get a whole bag of cookies!
~ Sugar High