Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot; all characters and settings were created by J.K. Rowling.

Prologue

Ron sat on his orange Chudley Cannons clad bed writing to Harry. Ron had been writing to him more often to see how he was and of course to talk to his best mate. After all he had been Ron's best mate since they met on the train seven years prior. He had of course been writing Hermione as much as well. The two had started dating the year before and Ron missed her. She was in Italy with her dad until the next year started so he wrote Harry.

"Ron!" His mother called up from the foot of the stairs. "Ron your father wants to talk to you." Ron set down the letter he was writing and got off of his bed. He looked around his room for his jacket and then headed out of the room. He took down the stairs two at a time and jumped down the last three into the kitchen.

"Where's dad?" Ron asked as he picked up a piece of bred from the table and took a bite out of it. He walked over to the clock and found his dad. He was half way between home and work.

"He flooed from work telling me to call you down to get ready to leave when he gets home." Ron nodded and walked into the living room. He found his shoes and put them on after sitting down in front of the fire on the couch. After a few moments Arthur Weasley walked in through the front door. He put his hat down on the coat rack and walked over to Molly. Ron leaned back on the couch and waited for his dad to finish talking to his mum.

"Ready to go Ron?" His father asked as he walked into the living room with a smile. Ron stood up and nodded and the two left the house together. They walked down the hill in silence, but not an uncomfortable silence. When they reached Ottery St. Catchpole Arthur told Ron he would meet him in the bookstore after he talked to someone. Ron nodded and walked down the small streets until he say the bookstore.

"The Crow's Nest." Ron muttered to himself as he walked inside. It was darker and old looking. It had a chair in front of one of the bookshelves and a young man stood behind a counter on the right. Ron walked around just staring at the books. He never liked reading before, but he figured he'd look around anyway. He stopped, however, when he came to the last shelf. It had many old looking books, but there was one certain book that caught Ron's. He ran his finger along the spine. He was acting so much like Hermione that it scared him. He shivered at the thought and yet pulled the book off of the shelf. He looked at it, looking for a title, but it had none. It was just an old leather bound book. He opened it up and found no title inside either. "Curious."

"Ron did you find anything?" Arthur walked up next to him and looked at the book in his hand. "What's that?"

"It doesn't have a title." Ron looked at the book again. For some reason he couldn't will himself to put it back. "May I have it?" Ron's eyes widened as he said this. He himself was not expecting that.

"If you really want it than I am sure I can manage something." Arthur took the book and headed up to the counter while Ron stood in the back gaping at his own words.

"I've fallen off of my rocker." He whispered to himself as he followed his father up to the counter and out of the store. Arthur handed the book back to Ron with a warm fatherly smile. He patted him on the back as Ron stared at the book with interest. He decided he would start reading it when he got home, locked away inside his room where no one would find out that Ronald Weasley was reading a book that was not, shockingly, about quidditch.