Okay, I know it isn't required for wizard children to go to school, but in this case it is just because I needed an excuse for the drawing. XD I don't remember every detail of the movie, but I'll try to get most of it in here.

Cailean

An older woman sat at her desk in an empty classroom, her hands folded on her lap and looking at the backside of a child's drawing with a faint sad and disgusted look on her face. She checked the clock on the wall and sighed, before going back to looking at the child's paper sadly.

A moment later the fireplace turned green and a plump red haired woman stepped out of it and smiled kindly at the teacher who stood and smiled as well and the two woman shook hands before taking little children's seats across form each other and the older woman cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry for having you floo all the way out her Mrs. Weasly," the woman shook her head sadly, "But I think you might want to see this."

"It's no problem Mrs. McGonagall," Molly smiled, and the older woman's smile faded as she picked up the drawing.

"We did a picture today, of what we wanted to be when we grew up and well," Minerva sighed and handed Molly the picture and stared at it blankly.

Most of the picture was red from blood, and bodies were collapsed near each other on the floor. And standing on them, with his wand raised was a male similar to her son, only much older. His head was tilted back and the dark mark glowed over his head, bathing him in an eerie green light.

Molly gasped and dropped the drawing before looking at Minerva. On the back of the page she saw her son's name clearly written in the red crayon and glittering back up at her as if nothing was wrong.

"Ron did this?" She asked disbelievingly, "But... how? Why? When?"

"I'm not sure how or why, but he did it today, like I said earlier," Minerva sighed, "And that is why I called you here."

"I see..." Molly said barely above a whisper.

"I know this great mediwizard who might be able to help Ron," Minerva began, "She is a very old friend of mine and I trust that she isn't to expensive. She never is for those who need it..."

"Okay, can I keep this?"

Molly lifted up the picture and shivered, disbelieving that such a thing could have been drawn by her little angel. Minerva nodded smiling sadly and got up to look for a peace of parchment to write down the address on in case she would want to visit him.

XOXOXOX

The old lady smiled at him kindly, and the candlelight shimmered off of her short brownish hair. She handed a boy with flame red hair a notebook and then turned to his mother, Molly.

"Have him write in it constantly, then if he blacks out," the woman began, "Some of the info he missed might be in the notebook. If not, it might help him remember what it was that he missed."

"Of course," Molly nodded, "Thank you so much ma'am, I'm sorry for the short notice."

"It is okay m'dear, I'm quite used to it," The woman nodded.

Molly nodded and shook the other woman's hand before the two left the room to floo home. Ron sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch and slowly began to write in his journal, and his mother felt the folded picture in her pockets.

"Ron, can I speak with you for a second?" she asked as Ron looked up at her.

"Of course mummy," He smiled, then frowned as he saw the look on her face, "What is wrong mummy? What happened?"

She pulled the picture out of her pocket and unfolded it for Ron to see what it was. She handed it to him and looked at it carefully.

"You already showed me this mummy," he said slowly.

"Do you remember drawing it?" She asked.

"No mummy, I'm not even good at drawing," Ron smiled innocently, "So I couldn't have been the one to draw this."

"I know baby, I was just making sure," Molly smiled.

Ron stood up and hugged his mum tightly before going back to writing in his journal, as his mom tossed the picture into the fire, for no one to ever see again. She watched as the paper and crayons slowly burned and turned to ashes.

She silently swore to herself that the picture was never to be mentioned again, and decided that no one else needed to know of the things presence or existence. Only a few people knew, and that was a few to many.