Ronald Weasley and His Coming of Age.
By George Wylie-Smith
San Antonio, Texas March 2005Harry Potter and his universe are the property of J.K. Rowling, and Warner Bothers. The Witchblade and her Universe are the property of Top Cow and TNT. Don Juan de Tenorio is the property of Don Jose' Zorrilla. I must now Tell you that I do not own the Avengers or any part their of them. They belong to BBC/BBC America .They have all the rights to these characters. This is a work of pure fiction. The named of persons living or death listed this work of fiction is purely by coincidental. Some later chapters may have an "R" rating to crime scene violence.
These sentences are said in Aramaic
As the SAS SWAT teams watched and waited, the moving van came and went, Hollywood, Reference were the only ones in the units that were busy. And the rest of the just watched and waited, all of the people had come and gone. The teams just stood and watched. They all had question why? Why didn't we move we had all the bad guys in they sights. This is one time that we could have won. "All teams move in. Nashville watch for bad guys. All teams watch for booby traps, Team leaders tell your people to watch themselves. 'This one time I would like to have taken the fight to the bad guys. BUT no we had to stand by and watch, we have to follow the law, making sure that all the paperwork is done right before we move it.' Nashville watched through as Reference and Hollywood came onto view via his scope. Along with the grunts, they moved from placed to place, they all had job to do mine was to sit, wait, and watch. Good guys O, bad guys 100 plus. 'I not got going to be in the movies, because all I did was act naturally'.
"All personal, secure your equipment and saddle up, reference wants' to see Nashville, down on site. All the rest of you pack it up and let us go home. Nashville do you copy?"
"I copy LT. ON my way."
"Ok, lads let pack it up for tonight. Nashville you're buying."
"ME" Lance Corporal Wylie-Smith, aka Nashville was in the process of picking up and packing up of his equipment. 'What did I do this time? I followed all the orders. Did not pop anybody when I wanted to. Now, is my ass in the crack? I cannot win for losing.' As the lance Corporal walked into the warehouse. He saw Reference who was stand with the company commander; Brigade and the Brigadier of the Division all were reading a piece of paper. That all stop and looked and Lance Corporal Wylie-Smith as he walked in. "That is the young man mention in the note Brigadier."
"Corporal, I believe that this note was left for you." As he reached for the letter, his hand was stopped before it reached the paper. "Corp, the letter has not been tested for chemicals; handle the letter with these, the warrant office handed the young corporal a set on vise gripes; Just take hold of the edges of the note and begin to read. The notepaper was yellow with age. My dear Corporal Wylie-Smith. I must congratulate you. You were the only one on your fire team to put the entire target in the correct order. I feel sorry for you, all that training, and the correct order of targets. Then your officers' told you to stand down, what a waste, for me I am very glad that you have such spineless headers. It so easy for me to be successful. A couple of things. One if you can ask you Hollywood to save me some of the pictures that he took, second, you do really need singing lessons. IF you need the money, come and see me. Until then you should really stop signing you sound like you are torturing some poor cat. The note was signed Thomas M Riddle
"What do you know of this Corporal?" The Brigadier may have asked the question but everyone else was asking the same thing. "Until you can answer that question you will stand down place your self under Company punishment restrictions. You will turn in all weapons and any thing else, that the red caps think that is dangerous to anyone. You go and collect your things these people will go with you. Just to make sure that nothing happens to you. That's a good lad."
"Sir, you don't relay thing that this lad is mixed up with the rag head do you?"
"No, but like you gentlemen I also follow orders. And we have standing orders to let the chief superintendent know what is going on before we make any coordinated actions. Mine is not to reason why, mine is to do as ordered by white hall. Whether I like the orders or not. Now back to our problem of the young Corporal. I will let mothers' people make some sense of it. 'Too bad that Mrs. Peel is not still working with them that was one nice bird to look at.'"
Ron who had just made a quick get away from the university bookstore was soon back on the streets and looking for a place to hide and a place to get a new set of robes and a place to get away from those women. He was in the process of pulling out his notebook when a hand touched his shoulder. "Ronald is that you?"
With a movement that would make any seeker proud, he turned and found himself face to face with the Lady Magdalena. "Yes, my lady by you shocked me."
"Shocked, you by why?"
"Lady Magdalena, you are the last person that I would have expected to see on the streets of Seville Spain. Not that I am not happy to see you but after the other night. I thought that you wanted my hide for … that you might think that… I did not what was happening. Your niece; me the bed and we were rolling around on the bed. I un." Ronald who was turning the Weasley red, and all the scarlet colors in-between.
"Why, Ronald we were just having a bid of innocent fun. If I wanted your hide, you would not have left the bedroom. Walking away. Now enough of that what are you doing out here?"
"Would you believe running away from two female who were trying to show me off. One anyway. Your niece and some other woman who was dragging her young bother along. (Poor kid I know just how he feels. Been there my self-first with mom and then with Hermione Granger) Anyway I am look for a good set of robes. Both for teaching and social functions. From what Don Juan said or more like did not say. I will need a new set most of what I have is hand me down. Being the last of five bothers, you can guess what my wardrobe looks like.
"Then come Ronald we make a day of it. There is nothing more delightful for a woman, that shopping. Unless it is for herself. Shopping for someone else, when he is hansom as you are makes me feel young again. WE will do some shopping and have lunch; then who knows just what the day will bring."
Ron looked at her and just nodded. (If half the girls in Hogwarts looked any thing like her. The witch and wizards purebloods would not be dying out. Most of the female pureblood looks like dried up prunes'. And that was while they were still in school. UI heard the school about a first years asking a seventh years girl 'what she was going to be when she grew up a Boy or a girl'. We had to hide that first year from the next year. I was sure glad that the seventh year did not t repeat her last year.
Magdalena wanted to laugh so much. It was not funny to the other woman. Magdalena thought about her teen years. I am so glad that I never had that problem. The men and all of the women already knew that I was fast approaching womanhood. When I entered school. If they did not, by the end of the first year, they all knew or they were blind, and they were one kid who said that he was blind. And every time I was in the bathroom, he would walk in. Cain and all. What was his name Lou mal… some thing like that. That guy was a closes a pervert as I would every want to know. I only knew if for that year then I went somewhere else. I offend wonder what happen to him. "We could go to one or two places in the city like Snobismo for everything that you might need. OR, I will take you to our part of the city, the old part of town. This business has been making robes or cloaks' since Julius Caesar was a Centurion marched his troops north. Also does fine leatherwork. For Knife, sword and wand you need anything in leather he is your man.
"The second one sound more my style; I do have to watch my gold, money."
"You money I was going to use Don Juan money since you are his protégé. You can always pay him back later. Now let us catch a cab and no, I do not want to hear the joke about after we catch want do we do with it joke. That was old when I went to school. They both laughed and ran out into the street and flagging down a cab. It was black with a yellow stripe around it. Magdalena gave the address to the cab driver and away they went. Ronald watched as the cab flew down the street. He was sure that all cab drivers were washouts from fight or test school. Ron was wondering should he have made his last will and testament before he go into the cab.
Ron could hear the words of Tonks ring in his ears. "If you are ever in an accident while traveling in a Muggle cabs. Throw a twenty Euros' on backseat of the cab and run. The cab driver will blame you for the accident. He will say that you told him to go fast and to hurry." Ron loved to fly on his broom playing "Quidditch or just flying in the back yard." But flying inside of a cab as it flew across town was not his idea of fun. The only high point of the ride was when Magdalena ends up on his lap for the better part of the trip. She was spending more time on his lap that on the cabs' back seat. She had her arms around his neck and her leg stretched out and locked against the other side of the cab. Some parts of his body were starting to react quite differently that when Hermione rode on his lap. After his drunk the other. He noticed that most women were looking at him differently. Of course, he was starting to look at them very differently. Was it the night of drinking or was it the fact that he did not have Hermione hanging on his arm. The more that Magadalena rode on his lap. The further Hermione Granger was in his mind. Some thing strong and warm was stirring in his body. He was swearing that Magdalena could read his mind and she was snuggling closer and closer with each bump and pothole jar.
"Madam, the cab has stopped and we are here."
"I guess we are. Let me unwind from this cab. I hope you do not mind me taking refuge in you lap but I was getting tired of being tossed off the seat." Just before she got off his lap, she gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "That my young friend is for being a gentleman, now the way I understand is that you will need a full set of everyday clothes & robes. A Full set of dress robes and evening ware. You will also need a set of teaching robes'. Ah here we are Marcos fine leather goods'." I make any centurion look good. Was what was under the sign?
Ron was beginning to worry about just what he had gotten himself into. When a young woman walk up to him.
"Can I help you senor? She started to get close to him, when the Lady Magdalena spoke.
"He's with me and we are into the straights' and we will have words with your master. Senor Marcos."
"I have no master, I am the mistress here. I can take, or give, or any of your needs. And I will choose who I want in my business. Now you can leave, the senor and I may do some business together. That remains to be seen." The Lady Magdalena walked up, put her hand on the sale girls' shoulder, and then whispered something in her ear. Ronald continued to watch as the sales girl eyes became saucer like. He could see beads of sweat starting to run down the girls' face. She faces and skin had turned three shades lighter become almost marble.
"Now as you were saying?" Magdalena said sweetly. The sales girl reminded her of another young woman from an other time and place. Rowan. 1 Rowan wore more clothes that his b and Rowan had better manners. The only thing that the sales clerk saw now was fear. A deep feel like you have just met the Lucifer himself or in this case her.
"My master is this way. Please come this way. I beg you please do not tell my master that I was…" The sales clerk was now pleading with us. You could see the fear in her eyes and in her voice.
"What did you say to that girl?" Ronald asked
"Nothing, I just reminder her of some thing." The three of them walked into the back of the store. Then went back through four backrooms.
"My master will be with you shortly. Please be seated. Do you wish any thing some wine and or some treats. They will be here shortly. The kitchen help will … ah here is now." Ron and the lady Magdalena set down on floor throw cushion. These throw cushion were made of silk and real silk. The kitchen help as it was called were made up of what only is called harem dancers. The never said a word. The went about they business in total silence and you could see the fear in there eyes as it moved from the Lady Magdalena to Ron and back. The only thing that Ronald noticed was the just how see through that the silks that the young girls were wearing. Seen the playboy and the penthouse. And now Grays' Anatomy was one of the most used books in the library. Second as always to the National Geographic. And who said that boys' do not like the libraries. Most of they education came from those publications; that and what the big boys told him. Today, boys' do not have to go gym, and in my dads day behind the pool hall. Today they go to the Internet and to web sites like and other places. Today's boy and girl know more about the straight sex that he does. The main problem is that they nothing about love and relationships. When does one fall in love or when do the fall put of love. The know how to make babies. Rons' mind was brought back to realty by the entrance by the master.
"My dear lovely Magdalena you get more beauty each time I see you. Just your touch warms my whole body. You bring spring into an old man house."
"Marco, I must ask my friend in England if the blarney stone is missing. Because you did not kiss the blarney stone you eat it."
"I am only telling you what my heart feels about you. Lets' you and I run away to my rooms in the old section of the city. So one can hear your wonder voice again."
"The only voice you and I will be hearing is the voice of your wife coming after the both of us. I can run faster than you can, I will be all right. But your voice will be heard from a different part of the boy's choir at the cathedral."
"You know my wife don't you, my lady Magdalena. Now down to business. What can I do for you?"
"First from Don Juan, I want you to know that your work has been seen and spoken with great respect and soon he himself will come and seek new robes. But, first, he is sending his new apprentice and teaching assistant. Now this sentence is said in Aramaic, so that Ronald will not hear what is said. This is one of England's new Quidditch players that Don Juan and my cousin wish to sign with the Madrid Royals Quidditch team. And I do know about you having a percentage of the team ownership. So I brought him to so that he would be treated right. This good friend is Ronald Weasley. Late of Hogwarts, and now doing his internship at The Royal School of Magic at Italica. And under his tutorage about inter national issues and other things."
"And are you teaching him these things?"
"You old goat, is that all you think about, no wonder you want the church to let you have four wife's."
"With four wives' at least one of them will not have a headache all the time. But with a wife like you a man would need only one."
And do you think you are the man for me?"
"I can only try."
"If the church would let me, I just might call you on that. But you and I both know the church would frown at you. Heaven knows what they would do to me."
I and do not care for your followers or if Kristof would find out. My life could be counted in hours and not years. Even now, that speaks of the new commander who is coming. They say that he has already fought in the Balkans."
And what would you say, if I told you this was his brother."
He can have anything in my poor shop. Including all my wives and concubines. Plus I will give him my shop and all my possessions. I do not want to make him mad."
"Excuse me, but could I put in a word in here?" Ronald asked.
"Just a minute Ronald." The lady Magdalena said. With a tone that tone Ronald to shut up and be quite. "I'm working on my problem."
"Marco, what can you tell me of this new commander."
"It is said that the new commander was in the Balkins, and killed sixteen Ragheads' and the many of the dark-one followers buy the sword and not with the gun. Here is he now. One does not know, and I am not going to ask. One could have a very short life if he asked too many questions."
"If MY people were to tell you, what they would stand behind and protect you . Then would you seek my answers for me?"
"You I would believe, but you are not here all the time. And the others they are not good for business either."
"If I would tell them close but not to close. Then perhaps?"
"Dinner then?"
"Yes, dinner, with you and your wife. I still love the way Carmen cooks lamb. And I have not been to her fathers' bodega in a long time."
"You have been to her fathers' house."
"NO, But I have a very good friend who has been there many times. And he holds; them in a very warm place in his heart."
"And who is this friend?"
"An officer in the guards."
"Ah, here she is, one of my worthless children. Here name is Sandra; she will make many sketches for Senor Weasley, and take his measurements. They should all ready be the end of the week. Now please Senor, if you do not mind. Please stand and let my daughter take your measurements." Ronald stood as the young woman went about using a tapeline to make his measurements. Arms, shoulders, back and chest. Ron's only problem came when her fingers and hand started up his legs and his inner leg. There he started to turn a true Weasley red. Around about the third time the young woman was again taking his measurements The Lady Magdalena asked Marcos' daughter: "Are you that unsure of your self in those areas, my child?"
She shook her head no, and became very embarrassed and the tips of her ears and her cheeks turned almost a Weasley Red. She turned and quickly ran out of the room. The Lady Magdalena just shook her head and smiled. "I think we are finished here Marco, The wine as always and the snacks were wonderful." She looked over and Ron and Marco were has a very spirited discussion over some sport. She looked up and two of Marco guards' walked in. She went from the very kind and very gentlewoman that the world saw. To her persona of LADY MAGDALENA of the church. The Handmaiden to the Church of God. After a few words with the night guard. Marco looked and spoke with a deathly voice My Lady the Papa has sent a car for you, you are needed in Roma.
"Marco, Ronald duty calls. Ronald I must leave. I have some urgent business to take care of. Marco will you make sure Ronald gets back to the hotel safely. Marco I do not want to read about his exploits in the Madrid's' 'ABC'2 tomorrow morning. I will be most unhappy, and you can count on the la Papal being unhappy also, then you add Don Juan to the list. Then you can add his own father and brothers to the list. And I will not speak of the brother who I know is in the Balklands.
"Yes, my lady, you do make your point. I will see that he gets back to the hotel without incident. My oldest Daughter will take him back to the hotel.
The lady Magdalena got up and walked out the door. It was only then did Ronald Weasley saw how a panther like her walk had become and just how straight her backbone had become.
"Ronald my young friend could you please wait while I escort the lady out." Marco got up and walked with Lady Magdalena out side. When they both exited the building. They stopped, at the sidewalk edge. There parked were a number of long black Cadillac and SUV's. To the part time observer it looked like a rock starts motorcade. But to the police and the civil guard it did not go unnoticed. All the vehicles' license plates started with a CD. This fact along told the police that all the cars' belonged to the diplomatic corp. The black over sized Cadillac had the flags on it front bummers. The Lady Magdalena walked up to the door, which the driver was holding open. Along the way, she had somehow changed from normal muggle clothes to her working clothes.3 The Driver said in a flat voice: "The papa' wants to see you before he get called away." As the motorcade speed toward the San Pablo airport, Seville's international airport, the Lady Magdalena knew what was waiting for her there a fast jet, with Vatican City markings.
Marco returns to room that Ron was setting or lying on an over stuffed cushion. "Well my young friend my oldest daughter will take you back to you new Hotel. Your things were moved to a more agreeable rooms. We have taken the liberty of moving your thing to the Hostal Goya, in the oldest part of the barrio. This way we were able to save you some money and you will get to see Seville much better. Ah, here is my oldest daughter. She will give you a tour of the city; she is a University graduate. Ah Sara, I want you to show our guest a nice time this night. He needs a few things from the tiendita (Candy store/ice house). Make sure he gets them. And Take Dona Maria with you."
"Father, please I am a University Graduate, Don't you trust me?" Sara wined and pleaded.
"Ronald you have no problem if my aunt Dona Maria goes with you? See he has not problem with it. Therefore, Dona Maria goes. Besides, you will be alone on the way back. (She should not have any problems if the knight templers4 are out tonight.) This is my oldest daughter Catherine. Ron who was speechless was looking at Marcos' oldest daughter. Who could pass for the double of Selma Hayek?
"Well that was most interesting, Mother; John and Mrs. Peel I want to thank you for rooting out the traitor. I think we can all sleep better
Knowing that the traitor is finally arrested."
"Mister Prime Minister, if I know Tom Riddle we should keep looking. He customarily does things in three's or groups of three. We may have gotten the head, one most likely just a piece of one of the nests." Sir John said.
The PM looked at the shrink circle of human resources. Mother you and your people have done an excellent job here tonight. However, the hour grows late. And unfortunately, I am going to have to ask you to return tomorrow morning early in the AM. Mother, I am further tasking you group to come up with a plan and a name for me to send to the home secretary. For a New Chief Superintendent Mrs. Peel I want to be able to tell the queen that your people have already signed off on his or her name."
"Mrs. Peel since we are no longer need, can I give you a ride back to your apartment or your rooms at the Leakey cauldron?"
"The Cauldron, if you please, Steed. Mother we are off until tomorrow then." As they drove from one side of London to the other Mrs. Emma Peel reflected back on today's events. She had gone from an old dried up old prune face, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. To a woman of control and power. She had become a very close adviser to the Prime Minister of Great Brittan. Yes, her life had done a complete turn around in the last twenty-four hours and control. She was beginning to agree with Harry Potter. Sometime you must take hold of your on destiny. As she walked through main room when she saw the head of a person setting in a highback chair. The top of his head was covered with a white-silver hair. Emma walked up and pulls one hand on the back of the chair turning it around while the other was being cocked back to deliver all the force she could drive home and there set …………
A/N: I understand what a way to end the scene. Any questions on spelling or grammar mistakes. I am very sorry. MS word proofread the story. I still need a beta reader. The job is open: long hours, no pay, and a byline at the start of the stories.
I am doing this story for fun; I am not trying to make money from it. Beside it would very hard to get money or blood from a turnip.
1The Magdalena # 1, page # 7 Top Cows August 2003.
2 ABC, Leading Spanish New paper in Madrid.
3 For the Best picture see the front cover of Lady Magdalena # 1, Top Cow, August 2003
4 For a better picture of today's knight templers, see page 27 & 28 The Magdalena August 2003.
