Ronald Weasley and His Coming of Age.

By George Wylie-Smith

San Antonio, Texas April 2005

See disclaimers at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 12; A Running Start

These sentences are said in Aramaic

When we last left Mrs. Peel; she was thinking as she crossed the large common room of the Leakey Cauldron her thoughts were: 'I am beginning to agree with Harry Potter. Sometimes you must take hold of your own destiny.' As she walked through the 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 pulled one hand on the back of the chair whipping it around while the other was being cocked back to deliver all the force she could drive home and there sat ………… Albus Dumbledore. With one hand draped over the side, holding an official looking letter and the other hand was tightly holding a very full bottle of Jack Daniel's black label firewater.

"Did you know that a never out spell works wonders' on Jack Daniel's bottles? Especially when you trying to forget. There in this letter, the ministry wants to know what I am going to do about these poor showing on the OWLS and the NEWTS. What do you tell them when all your house elves are gone and your teaching staff quits on you. What would you tell them?"

"Since, I know longer work there. I do not see it as my problem. Professor." Mrs. Peel said tranquilly but you could feel the coolest starting in her voice. "And trying to find a solution with the help of Mr. Jack. Daniel does not work too well. Didn't work forty years ago. And it will not work in 2005 either."

"I know, but one can only hope that this time the outcome will be different. Meee … when are you coming back? I need you, the school needs you, and the whole wizarding world needs you. Please come back."

"You should have thought about that when you let them discharged me. But you have always done that haven't you Albus? Played people so you can get the best or worst out of a person. Rung out every bit of talent that a person has then throw them out. Look what you did with RL; there was no public out cry after the world found out that he was a werewolf. No flock of howlers, not a word. But no, you still let him leave. Countless times, you could have helped other people in need but no. You just went back you office and Merlin knows' what you did there."

"That was low especially for you."

"Truth hurt?"

'From you… yes, it does. You know how many battles I have to fight? I have fought with the dark ones, then there was the ministry, I had to fight my many friends."

"Yes, I do. Because many of them I was right along beside you. As were the other teachers of the school. But when one of your teachers was being railroaded by the system, where was Albus Dumbledore? Upstairs eating his muggle sweets. Now you need to get back to your school and I need to get to bed and alone. So go home with Jack Daniels. You two make a great couple. Now go." She was pushing him out the door when the knight's bus arrived.

"Professor's it has been a very long time. What can the knight's bus do for you?"

"Hi, Stan, the headmaster has had a little too much good times tonight. Can you make sure that he gets back to Sir Nicholas at Hogwards?"

"Sure thing Mrs. Peel by the way you still look good tonight. On your way in or out?"

"Just coming back from the ministry actually."

"Have you heard about the Muggle Chief Superindentant of new Scotland Yard? Turned out he was a death eater working for 'he would must not be named'.

"His name is Thomas Riddle and I sure that he knows my now. By the way how do boys know about it?"

"I have a good friend who works at the military prison at Newgate; he told me that the chief superintendent was taken there early tonight."

"Could you boys do this little trip for me on the side? I really do not want everyone to know that Albus Dumbledore had a night out on the town." She handed to the knight bus conductor a gold Gallon for the trip and 'anything else' they might need. "Now mums the word about this trip." Waving as she walked toward the building.

"Sure thing Mrs. Peel anything for you." Stan said as they took Albus Dumbledore to the back of the bus and lad him down on a bed. Then they closed the curtains. They watched as Mrs. Peel exited the bus; "I hope she stays' in Mrs. Peel form; she's soooooooo nice. When she was Professor Mcg, she was a real witch.

It had been a very short night. After the late night incident the night before and then when he got back to the barracks in the early morning hours. He found a squard of red caps (British military police men are called red caps because of the red headgear.) Waiting for him. After they looked and went through all his gear not one put three time he was moved to the red caps own barracks was he was given a sergeants private room. As was his usual return he first had a five k run, then the pit stop of this stander 3 S's, The change into battle dress then off the fire-in-range. Lcp Wylie-Smith was just ending his first hour on the range with a Bushmaster Varminter. He was used to have people watch him shoot, but it was very extraordinary to get up from a prone shooting position and see a man in a wheelchair seating there with no red caps around watching your target placement through field glasses.

"Nice pattern of shorts, just about your norm isn't it?"

"Just about. Some are a little better than normal. But for the most part they are about the norm."

"Who taught you to shoot like that?"

"Boy Scouts and later at Sandhearst."

"Ah yes, you did have a very good reason to hit your TO. But when you started to trash and beat him senseless. Ah Yes the doctor on duty, Col. James Capps, MD, FACES, said the you broke the TO jaw bone in five places. And on both sides. Good god man, what did you do use his face like a football?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why man?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. You could say it was done in the heat of battle."

"Well that is all well and good. But, that is not why I am here. I am here to talk to you about this note. The one that Tom Riddle left at the warehouse last night."

"Sir, could I ask you, who are you and just how did you get my file and that note?"

"You don't need to know who I am, and just how I got your jacket and this note. It is my business and not yours." His voice had the command in it like (I am not used to having my orders question my Lance Corporal. Especially one who is under house arrest.) "

"Then yes, I can not talk to you. And I have no idea what you are talking about. IF you will don't mind I need to return my weapon to the armory, Sir." Lcp. Wylie-Smith started to pick up any loose bass that was on the ground. He looked again and the fat man was gone. He was just walking out of the Armory door when his platoon Sergeant, His platoon officer, his company commander, and the Brigadier met him. Mr. Wylie-Smith, This man is from the ministry and YOU WILL ANSWER ALL HIS QUESTIONS. DO YOU HEAR ME AND UNDERSTAND ME. You worthless piece of s……"

"That will be all Sergeant," The Brigadier barked.

"Now, will you answer my questions, Sergeant?" The portly guy in the wheelchair asked.

"No problem but, it is Lance Corporal and not Sergeant. Sir I was just doing my job. But, yes sir. I will answer all your question. I just didn't know who you were."

"No, you did the right thing, and he going to make a very fine sergeant. And I am sure if the Brigadier looks' HARD enough I am sure that he will find office training slot for you. Wouldn't you Brigadier?"

"I'm sure we can find something more alone those line."

"No, do I have to repeat myself every time I say something. I said: 'And I'm sure if the Brigadier looks' HARD enough I'm sure that he will find an office training slot for you. Wouldn't you Brigadier?'"

"I will look for something?"

"Then let you and I talk a walk and talk about last night, Lieutenant. And I will report my boss about you and your new rank. Now would you come along and we will have that talk. Get me a push." Before the newly promoted lieutenant could move a young woman, wearing the uniform (with skirt) started to push the oversize bureaucrat. He noticed that the skirt on the female who was pushing this guy came to just about an inch below the bottom of the coat. It was just about as short as Daisy Duke Shorts were. "Now, lieutenant tell me about last night. The good and the bad, what ever thoughts you had about last night."

"Ms Emma!" Winkey voice could be heard before she even saw her. Emma looked and saw the little house elf run down the darken hall toward her. Then she felt the near football like grab around her knees.

"Its ok Winnkey, I'm still here, I told you every thing would be fine now let us go and see Mr., Moneymaker.

"I'm right here Mrs. Peel, Winnkey and I were just waiting for your return. Several things have occurred since you left. Would you like to come into the private drawing room? So we can talk." Mrs. Peel walked into the private drawing room that old Tom had always set aside for the minister when he came in. It was known to have at least one kind, if not more that one kind of silencing charms and imagination spells put on them. Mrs. Peel looked around the room looking for something.

"Well, Mr. Moneymaker, what can you tell me about my assets? "

"Mrs. Peel taking out about ten years pay from you deputy headmistress of Hogwarts account. And changed about half of that into Pounds Sterling you have just over ten million pounds in you account at the Bank of England. I have not been able to check on your stock and bonds accounts all over the world. I will have a better picture after I do that later today.

"Mrs. Peel would you like most tea?" Winkey asked

"Some Hot Chocolate would be nice. I have an early meeting with the PM, Mother, and Steed. Mr. Moneymaker what about those L&M projects that we talked about?"

"Until today, none of your money was invested in any L&M Company. This time tomorrow, I will have started buying up small amount of stock. Any outstanding notes that that are available. The question is just how far do you want me to go with this?"

"I want to get control of as many of his companies' as we can. I want to slowly cut off his funds. I want this done very slowly; I do not want him to find out until it is too late. Are we clear on this? Then I want to very slowly tighten the rope around his neck. I also am holding you to make me a very rich and powerful woman by the end of the week."

"Yes, Madam, by the end of the week." Mr. Moneymaker smiled. It was one of the few times that any one had seen a goblin smile. In public anyway. Because no one knew, what goblin did with their private lives?

"Ms. Winnkey, I want you to know that we will me moving into my apartment later in the week. I will need to the connected all magically enhanced ideams. Therefore, we can still use the flu network and there will not be a problem with owls coming or going or the neighborhood seeing them or nesting near by. Also, please note that we will be living near the muggle part of London. So you will have to make sure that your living quarters are concealed. Mr. Moneymaker I want you to make sure that Ms. Winnkey has a bank account if she wants one. (Taking a larger sip of hot chocolate.) Now off to bed. I still have to get up very early today."

The officers' of the battalion just stood and watched as a common solider went from Lance Corporal to Lieutenant and to make matter much worse the Brigadier just stood there and let this civilian do it. The two went off together The Brigadier turned to the color Sergeant and said: "You had been getting someone to move Mr. Wylie-Smith personal items and gear. Get it moved from the enlisted quarters to Bachelor Officer Quarters as soon as possible. If he ends' up working for mother and that group, he will be out of here any way. Carry on, Sergeant."

The Gulf Stream approached Leonardo de Vinci airport the pilot was told after landing turn right and right again and follow the ground car that will meet you. After the landing and a very quick ride across town, Magdelena was taken into the private apartment of the dying Pope. "Hurry my child, he is holding on just for you." The dark robed priest said as he held the door open for her. "My child he has been given the last rights of the holy mother church and has made his peace with the man. He has already passed out his last bequest to the elders of the church. You bequest is on the bedside table if he cannot speak to you. But he has been asking for you; many time each hour."

Making only the briefest stop to listen to the Monsignor. Many eyes were looking on as the shockingly dressed young woman was escorted into the room. Many of the priests, bishops' and cardinals started to get up and were waved down by the monsignor at Pope Bedroom door. "He called for her, high church business." He then closed the door. Trying to prevent anything from entering the room. However, he could not stop death from entering the room.

The sun had all ready risen over the hills outside of Seville Spain and the city was in his first stages of been woken up. With the computer age there was no sleepier town, today Seville was one of Spain's cities that are more modern. The four line highways that lead into the city could be called its' veins an arteries pumping new life into the city. But, in the old quarter, Ronald Weasley was just waking up. First one eye then the other. He felt better that he had in days. He got up from his bed. As most men they did not look as who was laying next to him because he thought that he had gone to be along so it his mind he should have gone. But, not Ronald Weasley, on his way back from the bathroom he did notice a couple lumps in the bed. As he, returns back to his bedside he saw a bit of raven black hair sticking up. He reached up and touched a body, it was cold and hard. A cold physique of a person was lying next to him in bed. He pushed the body over, and the face on the body was that of…

Harry 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 a "R" rating to crime scene violence. The story alone and the other characters' belong to me.

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.