Life of a Muggle
Chapter one: In the Day and Life of Ronald Weasley
'Daily Prophet
Fudge and the Aurors
In light of the current situation of the world, with raids and deaths mounting near the hundreds every day, Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge has issued the use of the death curse to the Aurors in use against the Followers of he-who-must-not-be-named.
This was in accordance to the same enactment set up by Barty Crouch in the years before the birth of Harry potter, Boy-who-lived, Auror first class. . . . . . .'
Ron Weasley, also auror first class, set down his copy of the daily prophet. Well, if throwing it half way across the room counted as 'setting it down'.
"Poor Harry," he muttered sitting in his desk at the ministry, being off duty. "Haven't given the poor guy a moment of rest since Voldemort returned and the whole world finally took off their blind folds."
"They've been treating me like that since I was one, Ron, and me mum and dad before that." Harry informed his partner, leaning against the door way.
"Yeah, but they could have some common sense, you know."
"It's not like I care, Ron," Harry entered the room and took the seat in front of his best friend, "I'm simply use to ignoring it."
"Yeah, besides Mad-Eye, you're the only one of us they talk about, besides how we screw up as a whole." Ron smirked, "So, any work yet?"
"Mar says there'll be one before long. Must have seer blood, she hasn't been wrong once thus far."
"Yeah, she should be at Hogwarts teaching." Ron stood up and put his muggle robes on. Muggle robes were Robes that looked suspiciously like a trench coat. Robes wizards and witches wore out in muggle London.
"Come on, you two! Surry, Harry it's in your old neighborhood!" a frantic witch with short black hair and ice blue eyes that turned green when she used a lot of power shouted before apperating off. Mars McVeigh, Mar for short.
Harry and Ron nodded at each other, and in seconds, apperated to Harry's old house, which was now one of the Surry apperation posts. Petunia had convinced her husband to allow it since it gave them immediate access.
Once there they separated and ran down the block so that they were on either side of the street that was being attacked.
It was only one house, Ron saw, but the Old and New car gave him the impression of a teen muggle living there with a mom and dad.
Hermione had taught him muggle signs to look for to see how many lived in a residence in muggle London. She had also taught him conventional ways of knowing whether there were children or teens about as well.
As he was running he felt something smack right into him. Stopping, wishing he was helping Harry at the moment, he looked down to see mentioned teenager clinging to him.
"Me mum! Me DAD!" she cried, and looked up him, "Help please!!!"
"Calm down," Ron wiped the tears from her face, lowering himself to her eye level, "You'll be fine, Now listen to me carefully," the girl with bright red hair that reminded him of his own heritage nodded understanding as she attempted to clamed herself. "Go to number four Privet Drive, knock loudly and order them to let you in, You'll be safe there, I have to see to your parents."
She looked at him oddly, as if she were thinking of questioning him, but she ran off towards Harry's old place instead.
Ron started down to her house. Raising his wand to his face he ordered 'transmittate!' "One teen from residence has been ordered to the dursleys, heading there now, running, hopefully hidden." He lowered his wand breaking the signal as he headed towards the house.
"AVADA KADARVA!" a voice shouted behind him, he turned and saw the Red head girl lying on the ground, dead.
"Damn it, Patrificus TOTALUS!" Said death eater was now in a similar position, however not dead. Ron cast a few more spells to stop the man from leaving by other magical means.
Ron bent over the man, taking his wand from him, "Tell me, Why this house?" he ordered.
"My lord," was all he answered, Ron rolled his eyes
"Transmittate." He put his wand up to his mouth, "Death eater near the end of Magnolia crescent, held for now, back up when available requested. Girl from earlier, Dead." He reported and went over to the girl, levitating the death eater by him to keep a hold of him.
She stirred a little, Ron was surprised. He bent down and checked her pulse, not really knowing why.
"Alive!" he exclaimed, and looked up at the death eater, "Your small fry aren't you?" he asked, and tapped his wand to the girl, "Revenerate!"
She didn't move. "Transmittate. Said dead girl has a feint pulse, however might as well be dead, medical assistance needed."
A healer appeared and bent over the girl, "Mr. Weasley?" she asked, "Who cast the curse?"
Ron pointed at the floating man.
"I see." She levitated the girl, "I'll take her to Mungo's." and they were gone.
The fire about the house was gone, Ron noticed. Rule twelve, basic procedure, stay by any captive death eater. He sighed in relief, No dark mark. No deaths, maybe.
"Ron!" Harry shouted running to his friend, he saw the death eater, "Man, snagged before you got near the house!" Harry shook his head, putting a sympathetic hand on his best friends shoulder, "The man and his wife are fine, being modified now," he stared, looking sad, "I'm afraid the girl may be dead."
"She isn't." Ron informed his friend, "Close, but not dead, she's at Mungos now. What do you think I've been doing this entire time?"
Harry smiled big and fell into a squatting position before laying flat on his back, "Thank God!" he whispered, "No deaths this time for either side, all death eaters have been rounded up," Harry added his own spells to the death eater, strengthening Ron's holds, "I feel wonderful!" he stretched and Ron laughed.
"Good, they should report this." Ron smiled at his friend.
"I though you didn't like the press?" Harry raised an inquisitive eye brown from on the ground.
"Only when they keep over doing your popularity and fame, and when they are reporting all of our short comings." Ron sat on the ground as the Azkaban auror's came and collected the floating body and snapped the body's wand, "telling the world of one of our accomplishments would do my day wonders."
"Let's get back and visit Hermione in the research department, she could use good news." Harry suggested.
Ron nodded, and they both vanished.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day Ron found himself of protection duty. Who was he protecting. The girl from earlier.
"Mr. Weasley," the Healer who had retrieved the girl from earlier approached Ron who was trying to look tough.
"Yeah?" he raised an eye brow, attempting to lighten to mood, "How's she doing?"
"She'll recover, on one condition," she looked grave, "Most the cells in her body are dead, it's amazing she's still living, the only way we could save her completely, is if we do a body transfusion." She informed Ron who was looking at her oddly.
"I'm not a healer, Mame." He said simply, "What does 'body transfusion' mean exactly?"
"It means someone with a similar hair color, skin type, eye color and blood type must fuse with her, and essentially share a body with her." She explained, "The reason why you're here, sir, is you fit this description." After seeing the shock on his face, she held a hand up and continued, "We would normally use a family member. But since her mother and father currently don't recall anything happening this morning, and believe that she is merely visiting friends for tea, we have no choice, unless she can die. I for one will die before I let any patient in my care die when there is a cure."
Ron fell against the wall, "Any other way?" he asked.
"No." she answered curtly, "Too many cells are dead."
"I see," he brushed his hand through his short red hair, ruffling it "Call me Ron, How soon must this be done?"
"Immediately if possible," She answered, "However knowing your station, I will give you time to notify anyone you see fit knowing of what is going to happen to you." She looked in his eyes, "you'll have to live her life, Ron," she said softly, "As an Auror, I know its in your protocol to protect at all costs, this cost will be your normal life. I'm sorry, I have tried to find other ways but there,"
Ron had held up a hand to silence her, "Can, will I, still be able to use magic, and lead my life in a way?" he asked.
She blinked, "Yes, during a transfusion of bodies the 'host' can be changed, the bodies simply will morph to whomever is in control. The other's mind and soul shall rest in the sub world, where they can still communicate with the other host. As being the main host, Ron, you shall hold main priority, you'll control the changes. However, Magic only works while your in control, if you can find a way to transmit your magic though her, then maybe, but it's unlikely. As I said, you'll have to live her life."
"Can't we simply erase her parents memory." Ron suggested, "Make it so she didn't exist?"
"No, that would be to many people, maybe Dumbledore could, but no other can modify that many people. Plus, it would be making her dead, in a sense, we might as well kill her if you request we do that."
Ron nodded, "Let me notify my family friends and co-workers." He sighed," I'll be back, Don't worry, I give my wizards oath." He turned dramatically having his robes spin about him in an important way before he vanished in mid step.
"God bless that man," the healer whispered looking at where he once was in awe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron appeared in his office in a huff. He used a simple flying charm and started messing up his office.
He kicked his chair, which hurt, and his desk, which hurt even more, but he didn't care.
His LIFE?
What he had work so hard for?
"Ron?" Mar stepped in her eyes green, "You're supposed to be at your post, why are you here?"
"Ron?" Harry swung around form his office, "Man what's the deal?" he asked looking at the chaos that had consumed his friends office.
"As of later, when ever I get done, I have to quit!" he cast a blasting charm on his desk as if flew apart.
Harry and Mar hid behind the walls until objects stopped flying at them, then re-appeared in the door way.
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked concerned, "Why must you quit?"
"If that girl is to live, she has to have a body transfusion, I'm the only match besides her parents who don't count at the moment." He kicked the papers that were already sprawled across the floor.
"Oh." Harry said sadly, realizing what his friend must be feeling, "I'll get Mione and Arthur, we'll go to, you know, and tell everyone."
Mar looked at Harry and Ron, she knew they did side work for someone she just didn't know who.
Ron nodded and with a flick of his wand the whole office was clean.
"Ron," Mar started once Harry was gone, "You don't have to quit, you'll just be on neutral assignment. You can still check in now and then." She explained.
"But I can't be at any raids, or killings, I can't be of any help!"
"You'll be saving a life, and those around her!" Mar shouted, getting his attention, "You'll be on constant availability to whomever is with that girl, you can still be of help, it just wont be what your used to," her voice had calmed and she put a hand on his shoulder before kneeling so that she could see in his eyes, "You are Ronald Weasley, one of the best Aurors I know. I have never once seen you back down from an assignment, this is no different, you'll see." She left as soon as Hermione and Ron had appeared.
Ron spent most of the night explaining to the order, his friends and Family why he would be useless for the rest of his life. At least to what he thought.
"Ron," Dumbledore looked at the boy that had become a strong willed man, who overcame his own goals in a single swoop. His power, his work, his life had been proved invaluable to the order. "I see no problem, you and this girl will share a life, share being the key word. By day you'll be her, however, she will give as well, I'm sure she'll be grateful enough to. You can still work both here and at the ministry when you aren't her." He said softly, "Yes, you won't be on 24/7 availability to us, but you can still help."
He heard mutterings of similar encouragements.
"Ron," Harry walked over and sat by his friend, "I'm filling your report tomorrow on this, and I expect to see you at least once a week for your reports." He ordered.
Ron looked up to see Harry's smiling face.
"I expect similar Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore from his other side, agreed.
"Ron," Hermione smiled and walked up to her best friend, "Don't worry, just think of what you're giving this girl, you're a hero." Hermione knelled in front of him and took his hands in hers, "You'll be a hero, to me to everyone who knows, and to her." Ron nodded, understanding.
"What a valuable sacrifice you are making," Snape said darkly from his shadowed corner, "Remind me to think higher of you from now on." He walked over to him, "You certainly have my respect." He held out his hand, "And if she doesn't have sense to, I thank you. Enough people in this world forget to give credit where it's well deserved, I'm not one of them."
Ron blinked at his old potions master, taking his hand, he whispered, "Thanks sir."
Snape removed his hand after a shake and he was instantly gone.
Ron felt much better about the entire ordeal then, he stood, "I best be off," He informed them, "The healer is waiting for me."
Everyone nodded, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny ran and threw their arms around him, Hermione joined in, so did Harry Remus and Dumbledore. Everyone else shook his hand and patted him on the back.
Once the farewells were made, Ron vanished only to appear in the hospital ward he had left earlier.
"Ready, Ron sir?" the same Healer, who had become humble now in the face of his sacrifice, asked.
"Ready." He said confidently, and he walked into the room as the door was shut behind him.
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AN:
This was inspired by 'Birdy the Mighty' an anime.
If you have seen it, you know what I'm working with.
Any way this will be a drama/ comedy an oxymoron if I ever wrote one.
I kind of know in my heart of hearts that Ron is strong and brave, and very responsible, even if spiders cause him to act like a two-year-old. I respect him, highly, if you have read any of my other fics, you'll note how I have Harry freaking out, not Ron. With the exception of 'Time tells'.
Harry is amazing don't get me wrong, it's just that he was given a head start. Plus I have my Harry appreciation fic on the way. A nice one you'll all love when I get it out.
This fic is dedicated to the side kicks in life, who do their damn share and never are made the hero.
I hope you all enjoyed
Review ^_^
Relena~
Chapter one: In the Day and Life of Ronald Weasley
'Daily Prophet
Fudge and the Aurors
In light of the current situation of the world, with raids and deaths mounting near the hundreds every day, Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge has issued the use of the death curse to the Aurors in use against the Followers of he-who-must-not-be-named.
This was in accordance to the same enactment set up by Barty Crouch in the years before the birth of Harry potter, Boy-who-lived, Auror first class. . . . . . .'
Ron Weasley, also auror first class, set down his copy of the daily prophet. Well, if throwing it half way across the room counted as 'setting it down'.
"Poor Harry," he muttered sitting in his desk at the ministry, being off duty. "Haven't given the poor guy a moment of rest since Voldemort returned and the whole world finally took off their blind folds."
"They've been treating me like that since I was one, Ron, and me mum and dad before that." Harry informed his partner, leaning against the door way.
"Yeah, but they could have some common sense, you know."
"It's not like I care, Ron," Harry entered the room and took the seat in front of his best friend, "I'm simply use to ignoring it."
"Yeah, besides Mad-Eye, you're the only one of us they talk about, besides how we screw up as a whole." Ron smirked, "So, any work yet?"
"Mar says there'll be one before long. Must have seer blood, she hasn't been wrong once thus far."
"Yeah, she should be at Hogwarts teaching." Ron stood up and put his muggle robes on. Muggle robes were Robes that looked suspiciously like a trench coat. Robes wizards and witches wore out in muggle London.
"Come on, you two! Surry, Harry it's in your old neighborhood!" a frantic witch with short black hair and ice blue eyes that turned green when she used a lot of power shouted before apperating off. Mars McVeigh, Mar for short.
Harry and Ron nodded at each other, and in seconds, apperated to Harry's old house, which was now one of the Surry apperation posts. Petunia had convinced her husband to allow it since it gave them immediate access.
Once there they separated and ran down the block so that they were on either side of the street that was being attacked.
It was only one house, Ron saw, but the Old and New car gave him the impression of a teen muggle living there with a mom and dad.
Hermione had taught him muggle signs to look for to see how many lived in a residence in muggle London. She had also taught him conventional ways of knowing whether there were children or teens about as well.
As he was running he felt something smack right into him. Stopping, wishing he was helping Harry at the moment, he looked down to see mentioned teenager clinging to him.
"Me mum! Me DAD!" she cried, and looked up him, "Help please!!!"
"Calm down," Ron wiped the tears from her face, lowering himself to her eye level, "You'll be fine, Now listen to me carefully," the girl with bright red hair that reminded him of his own heritage nodded understanding as she attempted to clamed herself. "Go to number four Privet Drive, knock loudly and order them to let you in, You'll be safe there, I have to see to your parents."
She looked at him oddly, as if she were thinking of questioning him, but she ran off towards Harry's old place instead.
Ron started down to her house. Raising his wand to his face he ordered 'transmittate!' "One teen from residence has been ordered to the dursleys, heading there now, running, hopefully hidden." He lowered his wand breaking the signal as he headed towards the house.
"AVADA KADARVA!" a voice shouted behind him, he turned and saw the Red head girl lying on the ground, dead.
"Damn it, Patrificus TOTALUS!" Said death eater was now in a similar position, however not dead. Ron cast a few more spells to stop the man from leaving by other magical means.
Ron bent over the man, taking his wand from him, "Tell me, Why this house?" he ordered.
"My lord," was all he answered, Ron rolled his eyes
"Transmittate." He put his wand up to his mouth, "Death eater near the end of Magnolia crescent, held for now, back up when available requested. Girl from earlier, Dead." He reported and went over to the girl, levitating the death eater by him to keep a hold of him.
She stirred a little, Ron was surprised. He bent down and checked her pulse, not really knowing why.
"Alive!" he exclaimed, and looked up at the death eater, "Your small fry aren't you?" he asked, and tapped his wand to the girl, "Revenerate!"
She didn't move. "Transmittate. Said dead girl has a feint pulse, however might as well be dead, medical assistance needed."
A healer appeared and bent over the girl, "Mr. Weasley?" she asked, "Who cast the curse?"
Ron pointed at the floating man.
"I see." She levitated the girl, "I'll take her to Mungo's." and they were gone.
The fire about the house was gone, Ron noticed. Rule twelve, basic procedure, stay by any captive death eater. He sighed in relief, No dark mark. No deaths, maybe.
"Ron!" Harry shouted running to his friend, he saw the death eater, "Man, snagged before you got near the house!" Harry shook his head, putting a sympathetic hand on his best friends shoulder, "The man and his wife are fine, being modified now," he stared, looking sad, "I'm afraid the girl may be dead."
"She isn't." Ron informed his friend, "Close, but not dead, she's at Mungos now. What do you think I've been doing this entire time?"
Harry smiled big and fell into a squatting position before laying flat on his back, "Thank God!" he whispered, "No deaths this time for either side, all death eaters have been rounded up," Harry added his own spells to the death eater, strengthening Ron's holds, "I feel wonderful!" he stretched and Ron laughed.
"Good, they should report this." Ron smiled at his friend.
"I though you didn't like the press?" Harry raised an inquisitive eye brown from on the ground.
"Only when they keep over doing your popularity and fame, and when they are reporting all of our short comings." Ron sat on the ground as the Azkaban auror's came and collected the floating body and snapped the body's wand, "telling the world of one of our accomplishments would do my day wonders."
"Let's get back and visit Hermione in the research department, she could use good news." Harry suggested.
Ron nodded, and they both vanished.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day Ron found himself of protection duty. Who was he protecting. The girl from earlier.
"Mr. Weasley," the Healer who had retrieved the girl from earlier approached Ron who was trying to look tough.
"Yeah?" he raised an eye brow, attempting to lighten to mood, "How's she doing?"
"She'll recover, on one condition," she looked grave, "Most the cells in her body are dead, it's amazing she's still living, the only way we could save her completely, is if we do a body transfusion." She informed Ron who was looking at her oddly.
"I'm not a healer, Mame." He said simply, "What does 'body transfusion' mean exactly?"
"It means someone with a similar hair color, skin type, eye color and blood type must fuse with her, and essentially share a body with her." She explained, "The reason why you're here, sir, is you fit this description." After seeing the shock on his face, she held a hand up and continued, "We would normally use a family member. But since her mother and father currently don't recall anything happening this morning, and believe that she is merely visiting friends for tea, we have no choice, unless she can die. I for one will die before I let any patient in my care die when there is a cure."
Ron fell against the wall, "Any other way?" he asked.
"No." she answered curtly, "Too many cells are dead."
"I see," he brushed his hand through his short red hair, ruffling it "Call me Ron, How soon must this be done?"
"Immediately if possible," She answered, "However knowing your station, I will give you time to notify anyone you see fit knowing of what is going to happen to you." She looked in his eyes, "you'll have to live her life, Ron," she said softly, "As an Auror, I know its in your protocol to protect at all costs, this cost will be your normal life. I'm sorry, I have tried to find other ways but there,"
Ron had held up a hand to silence her, "Can, will I, still be able to use magic, and lead my life in a way?" he asked.
She blinked, "Yes, during a transfusion of bodies the 'host' can be changed, the bodies simply will morph to whomever is in control. The other's mind and soul shall rest in the sub world, where they can still communicate with the other host. As being the main host, Ron, you shall hold main priority, you'll control the changes. However, Magic only works while your in control, if you can find a way to transmit your magic though her, then maybe, but it's unlikely. As I said, you'll have to live her life."
"Can't we simply erase her parents memory." Ron suggested, "Make it so she didn't exist?"
"No, that would be to many people, maybe Dumbledore could, but no other can modify that many people. Plus, it would be making her dead, in a sense, we might as well kill her if you request we do that."
Ron nodded, "Let me notify my family friends and co-workers." He sighed," I'll be back, Don't worry, I give my wizards oath." He turned dramatically having his robes spin about him in an important way before he vanished in mid step.
"God bless that man," the healer whispered looking at where he once was in awe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron appeared in his office in a huff. He used a simple flying charm and started messing up his office.
He kicked his chair, which hurt, and his desk, which hurt even more, but he didn't care.
His LIFE?
What he had work so hard for?
"Ron?" Mar stepped in her eyes green, "You're supposed to be at your post, why are you here?"
"Ron?" Harry swung around form his office, "Man what's the deal?" he asked looking at the chaos that had consumed his friends office.
"As of later, when ever I get done, I have to quit!" he cast a blasting charm on his desk as if flew apart.
Harry and Mar hid behind the walls until objects stopped flying at them, then re-appeared in the door way.
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked concerned, "Why must you quit?"
"If that girl is to live, she has to have a body transfusion, I'm the only match besides her parents who don't count at the moment." He kicked the papers that were already sprawled across the floor.
"Oh." Harry said sadly, realizing what his friend must be feeling, "I'll get Mione and Arthur, we'll go to, you know, and tell everyone."
Mar looked at Harry and Ron, she knew they did side work for someone she just didn't know who.
Ron nodded and with a flick of his wand the whole office was clean.
"Ron," Mar started once Harry was gone, "You don't have to quit, you'll just be on neutral assignment. You can still check in now and then." She explained.
"But I can't be at any raids, or killings, I can't be of any help!"
"You'll be saving a life, and those around her!" Mar shouted, getting his attention, "You'll be on constant availability to whomever is with that girl, you can still be of help, it just wont be what your used to," her voice had calmed and she put a hand on his shoulder before kneeling so that she could see in his eyes, "You are Ronald Weasley, one of the best Aurors I know. I have never once seen you back down from an assignment, this is no different, you'll see." She left as soon as Hermione and Ron had appeared.
Ron spent most of the night explaining to the order, his friends and Family why he would be useless for the rest of his life. At least to what he thought.
"Ron," Dumbledore looked at the boy that had become a strong willed man, who overcame his own goals in a single swoop. His power, his work, his life had been proved invaluable to the order. "I see no problem, you and this girl will share a life, share being the key word. By day you'll be her, however, she will give as well, I'm sure she'll be grateful enough to. You can still work both here and at the ministry when you aren't her." He said softly, "Yes, you won't be on 24/7 availability to us, but you can still help."
He heard mutterings of similar encouragements.
"Ron," Harry walked over and sat by his friend, "I'm filling your report tomorrow on this, and I expect to see you at least once a week for your reports." He ordered.
Ron looked up to see Harry's smiling face.
"I expect similar Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore from his other side, agreed.
"Ron," Hermione smiled and walked up to her best friend, "Don't worry, just think of what you're giving this girl, you're a hero." Hermione knelled in front of him and took his hands in hers, "You'll be a hero, to me to everyone who knows, and to her." Ron nodded, understanding.
"What a valuable sacrifice you are making," Snape said darkly from his shadowed corner, "Remind me to think higher of you from now on." He walked over to him, "You certainly have my respect." He held out his hand, "And if she doesn't have sense to, I thank you. Enough people in this world forget to give credit where it's well deserved, I'm not one of them."
Ron blinked at his old potions master, taking his hand, he whispered, "Thanks sir."
Snape removed his hand after a shake and he was instantly gone.
Ron felt much better about the entire ordeal then, he stood, "I best be off," He informed them, "The healer is waiting for me."
Everyone nodded, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny ran and threw their arms around him, Hermione joined in, so did Harry Remus and Dumbledore. Everyone else shook his hand and patted him on the back.
Once the farewells were made, Ron vanished only to appear in the hospital ward he had left earlier.
"Ready, Ron sir?" the same Healer, who had become humble now in the face of his sacrifice, asked.
"Ready." He said confidently, and he walked into the room as the door was shut behind him.
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AN:
This was inspired by 'Birdy the Mighty' an anime.
If you have seen it, you know what I'm working with.
Any way this will be a drama/ comedy an oxymoron if I ever wrote one.
I kind of know in my heart of hearts that Ron is strong and brave, and very responsible, even if spiders cause him to act like a two-year-old. I respect him, highly, if you have read any of my other fics, you'll note how I have Harry freaking out, not Ron. With the exception of 'Time tells'.
Harry is amazing don't get me wrong, it's just that he was given a head start. Plus I have my Harry appreciation fic on the way. A nice one you'll all love when I get it out.
This fic is dedicated to the side kicks in life, who do their damn share and never are made the hero.
I hope you all enjoyed
Review ^_^
Relena~