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Harryginnyluv4ever: Thank you ever so much for your review and if all goes well I should be updating every other day! It sounds stupid but I was kind of hoping people would get it was Dumbledore at the beginning which they did great 

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Right so here we are the second instalment of Ron's Heart throb - ill shut up now and let you read!

Part two: Owls aren't the only ones that carry messages

Ron ran the rest of the way back to the borrow, he was deeply disturbed by what he had felt, not so much of the obvious changes in the weather but that deep down gut feeling that something wasn't right. He couldn't explain it, he just knew.

Upon arriving at his home, Ron stopped just before the door and caught his breath, he stood there a while staring at the grain on the door in front of him debating whether he should tell his parents and family. He was very much in need of reassurance. But it was silly of course there was something wrong there was a war looming. He still couldn't shake this feeling as much as he tired. Suddenly Ron felt a little of compassion for Harry and the many situations in which he tired to convey his deep feeling that certain things were wrong claim he just knew. Ron groaned out of frustration, he wasn't making any sense to even himself. He let out a sigh and pushed the door open.

"Mom!" Ron called from the kitchen as he walked past the stove with half a dozen pots bubbling merrily away. Ron wasn't sure what it was but something in this house made him relax and for that he was grateful and his breathing claim down and his stomach stopped doing back flips. While his thoughts where on his stomach it gave a low rumble as the scent of roasted potatoes with crushed herbs and succulent pork reached his nostrils. Ron liked his lips and glanced at his watch, 3:45pm already!

"Ron there you are, help me set the table, the twins are staying for tea and Bill is coming round be for he heads of on an errand for Dumbledore." Ron nodded, all thoughts of informing his mother about the events that happened 30 minutes ago fell from his mind, he loved seeing his mother happy and didn't want to be the one to bring her down.

The family sat down to a large dinner and chatted casually. The food as always was delicious and Fred and George delighted in telling their mother how well business was going. Of course both Ron and Ginny had been given 25 off sale prices for being family members and they both has spent all their remanding money and stashed their contraband in their trunks while their mothers back was turned.

There was a knock at the door; Ron looked at his mother while his father asked...

"Where we expecting any company tonight Molly?" Mrs Weasley shock her head, it wouldn't be an order member not at their home, to risky. Ron rose from his seat and went answer it.

Stood at the door, was Percy. Ron gasped as he took in the appearance of his brother. His robes where torn, ripped and glistened with blood in the evening light. Singe marks in several places signalled that he was hit but many spells, his hair was plastered to his scalp and the red of his blood seeping into his fiery hair. He had a heavy cut above his right eye and his glasses where missing. Ron assessed there was more damage of which he couldn't see.

"Ron" Percy wheezed and lost his balance. Ron immediately stepped forward to support his brother, and guided him inside the house. Mrs Weasley gasped when she saw her son.

"Oh my. My poor baby what?…..who?" Mrs Weasley hastily wiped a tear away as she rose from her sit, then switching to auto polite quickly collecting water and bandages from around the kitchen. Mr Weasley approached his son and looked at him with such compassion and he spoke softly to him as if he were trying to soothe a frightened child. But he was he was trying to soothe his son who despite his view was still one of his little boys.

"What happened Percy, who did this son?" Percy looked his father in the eye; Pain, Sorrow, Regret and fear were playing across his features as he took a long slow unsteady breath before speaking…

"They were waiting for me when I got home from work, Deatheaters it was an ambush…" Percy let out a chocked sob

"I'm so sorry dad, I didn't mean to, they hurt me so much, I couldn't help it!" Arthur Weasley starred wide eyed at Percy. Percy was sobbing loudly rocking back and forth slightly.

"What have you done?" Arthur said in barely a whisper. Percy looked at his Father, then at his twin brothers who where still seated at the kitchen table, then to his little sister. He lingered on her form for a moment as her innocence radiated from her, and then proceeded to look at Bill, Ron and finally his mother. All where holding their breath waiting for him to speak – waiting for him to sign their death warrants.

"I told them you were working for Dumbledore and against He-who-must-not-be-named" Percy whispered as he lowered his eyes and let the tears flow freely. The kitchen was silent apart from the sobs emulating from Percy. Then adding in a strangled cry

"All of you!"

An eternity passed then Percy spoke again…

"They wanted to send a message" he said as he removed his outer robes and unbuttoned his shirt. Wincing in pain he let the blood soaked shirt slip of his pale shoulders and onto the floor, standing on shaky feet he turn slowly to reveal his once pale and freckle dusted back that now bore the words BLOOD TRAITORS that where craved into his flesh, lines of dried and still oozing blood extended the letters dramatically. Ginny gasped and everyone froze.

"We have to leave. Now" Bill said standing up and making his way to the door. No one moved they were still staring at the sadistic massage they had received.

"We can't wait around here, they will not hesitate to kill us, and we have to leave NOW!" Bill yelled at his family Ginny jumped and stood up. The twins stood up and moved to the door to join Bill, Ron walk toward the stairs…

"Ron what are you doing?" Fred yelled at his brother.

"Getting some things from my room." Bill shot forward and grabbed Ron by the arm and dragged him to the door, and glared at Ginny, she slowly joined them at the door.

"Mom we have to go who knows when they will come for us but, if Percy has told them, then we haven't much time, ill take these four to Grimauld Place by Portakey, ok?" Bill was on edge more so then usual be didn't like this one bit, to be betrayed by his own brother. Ron stood there thinking back to early this afternoon, that gut feeling he had that someone or something wasn't right - was this it? No it still was there deep in his abdomen. He felt something being thrust into his hand and then the pulling at his navel and his surroundings spun around him until they were standing outside 12 Grimauld Place. This really wasn't how he wanted to spend his last day of the holidays.

Ron made his way up to bed back in the same room he always used when at the HQ of the Order. His parents had arrived shortly after they had and Percy was taken to Hogwarts for fear that the deatheaters where following him. After 2 hours of briefing the other order members on the nights events it was agreed that the Weasley family say at the head quarters. Ron and Ginny's school things where collected from the house and brought back among other personal effects by their parents and other members. All in all it had been an exhausting day and Ron was grateful for bed, any bed would do. He let his head hit the pillow and his eyes drift shut.

He was walking through the Gryffindor common room. He looked at the fire in the grate as the last flame flickered and died, it was surprising how much light that little flame cast as the room was plunged into darkness, and the temperature dropped and his breath became visible.

"Hermione? Harry?" He voice was nervous and shaky as he called in to the darkness; after receiving no answer Ron made his was into the main castle, the air around him buzzed with energy, he felt the same buzz it was the buzz of spells powerful ones it was the feeling of war.

He broke out into a run his feet carrying him along until he reached the entrance hall, without hesitation he pushed the doors open that lead to the great hall, the first thing he noticed was a body sprawled out at the back of the hall, with noticeable curly hair, Ron's breath catch in his throat as stood there.

"HERMIONE!" Ron started to run towards her lifeless body, it was only then he realised that he was not alone in the hall, Harry and Voldemort stood in front of the teachers table each with their wands drawn, at Ron's sudden out burst Voldemort had turned his wand on Ron just as he reached Hermione, Reaching out a shaking hand, ignoring the cry off a curse from behind him he touched the deathly pale skin of the body in front of him and flinch as she felt ice cold…

"NO!" Ron sat bolt upright tangled in his bed sheets, panting as he stared frantically around the room. Ron jumped out of bed and ran into the middle of the room exspecting to find Hermione there.

"A dream?" he gasped, it had been so real. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. It had been real, he felt the coldness of her skin but this didn't make sense…

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Well another chapter and only a day after the first wow I'm really on a roll and after a full day at work. Don't get to use to it lol.

I know your probably thinking why is this rated M but trust me this is all necessary to set the scene… and there is a plot - I know shocking but things are about to get interesting mark my words well I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter should be up within the next 2 days I hope… until next time…