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Hello. Hello. Hello. I felt the sudden fiery urge to write Harry Potter fanfiction. You see lately I've been feeling very uninspired but now suddenly...the ideas are rushing to my head and my fingers are itching to form letters so here goes.

dancerrdw: Thanks.

singdownthemoonHorselvr: Well, then, I'm glad you're excited.

PinkyTheSnowman: Yes, finally more Harry and Ron action. There hasn't been much since a few chapters ago. Ron's a super powerful Death Eater now because he has been very, very useful to Voldemort.

daddysgirl101989: LOL...I couldn't help but have a cliffhanger sort of thing. I love them. Well I'm glad you reviewed it now, thanks.

mystikalolo: Yes, I know but Harry just couldn't handle Godric's Hollow. No it's not odd. I almost want to see Ron get one over Malfoy because we're so used to being on Ron's side. And by the way-bad Ron is very yummy. Hehehe.

hpchick13: Hey, that's alright. Yes, Ron's surprise is quite interesting. Even he doesn't know what he's about to do.

buffy summers: I know. It was difficult for me too but eventually it'll all be explained. Yes this is Ron/Hermione so you'll see how things turn out I guess. Thanks for saying I'm a good author and thanks for reading my other stories.

'An aritist cannot deny art, nor would he want to. A lover cannot deny love'-Raymond Chandler

"We're here with the Conversative canidate for Prime Minister, Ron Weasley," an overly eager, Muggle reporter announced, "Now Mr. Weasley what can we expect from you at tonight's debate?"

"Well, Johnny, you can expect the truth. You can expect to hear what I have in store for this great nation of ours. You can expect what the people want to hear," Ron replied, smiling, "Which is more money for our public schools, better medical service and a definite cut in taxes."

"Sounds fan-tas-tic," Johnny grinned, "So how do you feel life on the road is? Is it hard being away from your family?"

"My family? Uh yes, well I believe the special bond I share with my family helps me not miss them so much," Ron explained, cheerfully, "I've learned to grow strong as a politician."

Johnny nodded, flashing an idiotic smile at Ron, "That's great. Well, I'll let you go. Good luck in tonight's debate."

As Ron began to walk over to his publicist or rather Theodore Nott, he over heard that buffoon of a reporter, Johnny saying, "Well ain't he great, Kent? Sounds like he's well prepared and ready to get in there and win his election. You heard it here first. This was Johnny Matheron. KYTV News."

Ron chucked. What a complete fool. He had these Muggles eating right out of his hands. There was no doubt in his mind that this election was his. Soon he'd be Prime Minister and he'd be rewarding the Dark Lord with a new kingdom to rule.

"Nice job, Weasley," Nott smirked, "You really acted the part of the good politcian and I thought that was impossible."

Ron grinned back at him and pulled up the collar on his Muggle suit, "It isn't as hard as you think. Muggles are about as smart as trolls."

"Too true," Nott said, then promptly changed the topic, "Oh and did I mention Malfoy Jr. owled?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, "And what did he say?"

"He wants you and all your Death Eaters to meet him in Surrey at eleven," Nott quoted, "Is this about all the-he lowered his voice-Potter business?"

Ron nodded, solemnly, "Alright. Owl him back. Tell him I'll be there."

Nott nodded in return and headed off. Cameras were constantly flashing as he and his disguised Death Eater bodyguards made their way through the streets to his limo. He could squeeze in one more public appearance before going to meet Malfoy.

It was then that the strangest thing happened. Time seemed to slow down considerably as he noticed a woman. Her back was turned to him and her bushy brown hair was hanging out everywhere in a completely out-of-control, untamed fashion. She reminded him of...but it couldn't be her. Could it?

He forgot how fast he was walking and bumped into an elderly man carrying coffee. It sloped over his shirt and he cursed. Ron immediately turned his attention towards the man. He couldn't risk taking a plunge in the poles for this silly mistake. He was handed about twelve handerchiefs which he used to help wipe the hot coffee off the the seniro citizen's shirt. Actually it ended up being a great publicity stunt because Ron even had his personal assistant grab the old man another fresh cup of coffee. Tomorrow's Sun would read, 'Candidate for Prime Minister aides elderly man'.

Yet at the time it didn't really matter to Ron. As soon as he was done with that he began searching for her with his eyes. They scanned he vicinity rapidly and sharply. But he didn't see her. In a sudden wave of panic he began to make his way through the crowds surrounding him, trying to find her. Flashes from the cameras were blinding him and his Death Eaters were utterly confused. They stood, rooted to the spot, watching Ron go off like a mad man.

Ron gasped for breath as he pushed out of the crowd, who were watching him so intently. He twisted his head about looking for her. Where was she? He was just beginning to verge on desperate when he saw her. Her back was still turned towards him and she stood near bunch of pink and white carnations.

He picked up the pace of his stride and hurried over to her. He didn't want to lose her again. Never again. His breathing out heavier, his ears red, his heart was pounding in his chest. How would she look after all these years?

He touched his shoulder and his hand warmed, instantly. She turned and his dark blue eyes met her gray ones. He blinked. Hermione didn't have gray eyes. Hers were a soft chocolate, brown. While her face, figure, and definitely her hair, held some of the same beauty as Hermione's, Ron realized with dismay that she couldn't be Hermione. She was far too young anyways, perhaps only seventeen. And the real Hermione by now was a woman-not just another teenage girl. Oh, how he wished this had been Hermione.

However, it wasn't and he had to do something to explain his odd behaviour. Nott, who had now caught up with him, was staring at Ron as if he were going nuts. Ron glanced around and the first thing that caught his eyes were the pink and white carnations. He snatched up a bunch and handed them over to the young girl.

"Pretty flowers for a pretty lady," Ron smiled, forcefully.

The look of surprise on the girl's face turned to embarrassed that showed she was obviously flattered.

"Oh my god," she whispered, blushing furiously, "Thank you Mr. Weasley."

He continued to smile, this time it was becoming a bit more sincere, "The pleasure was all mine. You remind me of a someone I used to know."

He fell silent but quickly added, "Well I must be off. Have a good day!"

Ron rushed over to Nott, who couldn't get his eyes off him. The media got into a sudden frenzy.

"Who did she remind you of, Mr. Weasley?"

"Did you know her previously?"

"Would you ever marry a younger woman? Is it something the British people are liable to expect?"

Ron answered none of these questions but was simple ushered into his dark limo. He still left dazed. He had just thought he would see Hermione yet all it had turned out as was some girl. Some girl wasn't good enough for him anymore. He didn't crave lust as he had as a young boy. He was a man now and only wanted love. It was the first time in years that he actually regretted ever letting Hermione go.

"So," Nott said, sitting across from him in the now moving limo, "What the hell was that?"

Ron broke out of his stupor, "What do you mean?"

"Pretty flowers for a pretty lady?" Nott said with sarcasm.

"I was just giving her flowers. You know-publicity stunt crap," Ron clarified, trying to keep his voice solid.

"Who do you think you're kidding?" Nott spat, folding his arms.

"What? Can't I give flowers to a girl!" Ron demanded, going on the defensive.

"Not when that girl looks like Hermione!" Nott retorted, his face getting red, "What the fuck are you thinking, Weasley? You think he won't hear about this? He won't let you off easy. And now we have the media to worry about. Bloody hell, I'll be spending the next two weeks of my life trying to convince people you're not a petifile!"

"Just don't talk to me, alright?" Ron said, angrily, "Let's skip the next public outing and go straight to meeting Draco."

Nott looked as if he were prepared to say something else but thought better of it. There was only so much two Death Eaters could say to each other without starting an open wizard battle. Instead, Nott wisely chose to send some 'calls' as Muggles said to various places to cancel Ron's apperances. At the beginning he'd had a good amount of trouble getting the 'cellofoam' to work. Yet if Lord Voldemort wanted Ron to be a Muggle Prime Minister, he would have to learn how to use it to contact Muggles. And learn he did.

As he mumbled into it, Ron clenched and unclenched his fist. His breathing was finally beginning to calm down. It was a scare...that's what it was. His past was just rather scarier than he could handle. And the feelings he'd felt while rather inexplicable were perfectly reasonable. Perhaps it wasn't love. He gave up love long ago. He'd grown out of it.

"And here we are! This is Privet Drive, Harry," Hermione said, smiling brightly.

Harry's eyes scanned the area rather wearily. Everything here gave off such intense emotions. He knew every bit of this place better than he would've liked. But it had changed too. The grass wasn't quite so green and the white picket fences had chipped paint.

"Won't any Muggles notice us?" Harry asked, fluttering his hands over a hydragea bush.

"Believe me Harry when I say that no Muggle and I mean no Muggle is awake at eight on a Saturday," Hermione declared with such quivering confidence.

It didn't take long for the large group of wizards to come upon Number Four. The house looked very different from what Harry remembered. It was much larger and less than clean. In fact he noticed that Number Four was taking up two plots as if someone had molded it with the house next door. Mrs. Figg's house if he was correct.

"Where's Mrs. Figg and her house?" he questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Not here. It's too dangerous. Afterall the Death Eaters think of her as a criminal for working with the Order," Hermione replied.

"And the house?" Harry inquired, picking up a rock near the front of Number Four Privet Drive.

"Well she bought both your house after the Dursley's were-well killed and she put both houses together to create one big house," Hermione continued, "She tended to both houses until she had to go into hiding. Now it is taken care of by under cover members of the DA. However, today it'll be empty so that we can inspect it as much as we want."

Harry's stomach squirmed. He didn't want to have an intimate moment inside the house. But maybe he needed it. He needed the redemption for his guilt which was growing more and more agonizing. He felt horrible for being the reason of their death. So Uncle Vernon had always been right in thinking that Harry was only trouble for them.

Five members of the DA were left outside to patrol the now big grounds of the house. That left Hermione, Fred, Zachrias, Padma and Lavender to escort Harry into the house. As they walked Harry let Hermione slide ahead of him so he wouldn't have to be the one to open the door. She turned the knob and entered.

The whole of the house was decorated in a very Dursley-ish fashion. Pictures of Aunt Pentunia, Uncle Vernon and especially Dudley lined the walls and the mantel. It was all neat and tidy. Flowers, freshly cut, were placed on table tops. Sunshine leaked in from the windows, casting a slightly eerie shadow on the surroundings. It had a...fake feel. Just like the houses Harry used to see on TV when he'd lived here. It was all real-the furniture-the flowers-the windows-the carpet-all real. Of course it was or else he couldn't reach out and touch it. But he could tell no one really lived there. It had no warmth or sound and it never vibrated with happy memories. Fake.

Harry breathed in and Zachrias started into the living room.

"Wait!" Harry called to him, "Take off your shoes."

Zachrias looked at him, increduously, "What?"

"You're going to get my Aunt's carpet dirty if you don't take off your shoes. So get them off," Harry clarified, his voice dead serious.

Zachrias stared at him as if he were crazy before looking towards the rest of the gang. Hermione only nodded, signalling for him to obey what Harry had say. He rolled his eyes but did take off his shoes. The rest of them followed suit.

Harry grinned to himself. It might seem like such a little thing to do but somehow he felt he had hugely paid back Aunt Pentunia. He knew how much that carpet had meant to her. He didn't understand why but it did.

He began his trek through his childhood home with a bit more fervor then he'd orginally had.

"You're late," Draco droned.

He was horribly sleepy even though it was twelve. His was usually the time when he woke up on Saturdays. He rubbed his eyes. He tried to act awake and filled with energy but it couldn't. Sometimes he supposed he could fall into the stereotype of the pampered Prince.

"I, unlike you, actually had things to do," Ron grumbled, straightening his robes. He had quickly changed on his way here.

"Funny I guess those things involved giving flowers to girls under age," Draco smirked.

"Well you'd know all about girls under age, wouldn't you, Malfoy?" Ron retorted.

Draco was perfectly prepared for that so he'd already had a response yet that fool Nott got in the way.

"Shut up, you two," Nott cut through, "I thought we were here to catch Potter. If I wanted to see two baboons fight I could go to the zoo."

"Point made, Nott," Draco said, "Well we better get into position if we're to stake out here."

"Stake out here?" Ron repeated, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Weasley," Draco said in mock sweetness, "What part of that didn't you understand?"

"Put a cork in it," Ron snarled, "Listen, we're going to wait for Potter on the inside. So we'll get him right when he arrives."

"Fine," Draco agreed, coolly, "Grab your Death Eaters and let's go."

Draco began to stand but Ron reached up and placed a firm hand against his chest. In retaliation Draco grabbed his wrist and threw off his arm and gave Ron a 'don't-touch-me-look.'

"Listen, let me send in twenty of my Death Eaters to destroy any vermin creeping around," Ron said, taking out his wand and shining it.

Draco shrugged. He could care less. Everybody he cared about was currently at Godric's Hollow.

"It's been awfully quiet," Luna said, staring at a rose bush.

"What are you talking about? All's normal. Muggles are coming and going at the usual pace. Slow," Edmund responded, watching her pale hand graze a rose.

"Yes but I've known all day that something was going to happen," Luna said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"What?" Edmund implored, confused.

"Death Eaters I suppose. I'm wondering when they're going to get here," Luna sighed.

"Luna, no Death Eaters around here. They haven't a clue we're at Number Four Privet Drive," Edmund said, rationally, trying to soothe her.

She pricked her finger on a thorn instead. Raising it, she looked at the blood that had formed a small red bead with fascination.

"Oh goodness, you hurt your finger," Edmund said, bringing out a handerchief.

"That's nothing compared to what we're going to do to you now."

Edmund and Luna glanced up, stimutanelously. Death Eaters, about twenty of them loomed around them. A few of them were holding various other members of the DA. Gagged and tied up they were helpless right now. Five of them pounced on Edmund, wrestling him. He put up bigger struggle than they thought he would but eventually he was tied up like the rest.

Luna looked to the a window on the second floor of the house where she saw a silhouette, possibly of Harry. There was no way she could escape by running. Instead she did something very much unlike her and screamed. Immediately the Death Eaters pounced on her. But at least she'd served as a warning before she'd actually been caught.

The door knob turned and Harry entered his room or rather more like Dudley's second bedroom.

It was still kept as if he would return for the next summer. The bed was unmade-just as he'd left it almost ten years earlier. The carpet still had the print of his Hogwart's trunk dug into it and the window was half broken from his Second Year.

He came in and instinctly reached under his bed. He felt Hermione coming up behind him. Lavendar and Zachrias joined them also. He heard Hermione softly inquiring about Fred and Padma. They were downstairs was what Lavendar reported. Harry stopped paying attention and pulled out a dusty old photo album. It contained pictures with his family. His mom and his dad and him. He turned the first page and looked down at the moving images of his mother and father as they danced in a snowy background, outside, possibly in Paris or Moscow. The next one featured all three of them together. This time near a water fountain, with pidgeons all around them. Now this had to be London.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, "What's this?"

"A photo album," Harry whispered back, his voice cracking, "Hagrid gave it to me in first year."

She kneeled down behind him and he felt her place an arm on his shoulder. He heard the other two shuffle about, uncomfortably.

And then suddenly a dead scream pierced the quiet. Harry jumped at the surprise noise. Yet it all fell quiet once again. The four of them, breathed in harshly. Waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen. They finally got a response when they heard the front door open and the footsteps of many people entering. Hermione leaped up and looked out the window.

"Death Eaters," she breathed, "And lots of them. They have Luna and Edmund and I'm guessing all the rest of them we left outside. It's only a matter of time till-"

Another scream resounded throughout the house.

"They've got Padma and Fred," Hermione stated, coldly, "Come on. This is a big house, we might be able to escape yet."

Draco was panicking. What could he do? If he acted and attempted to have any of the members of the DA saved then Ron would have his brains blown out of his head. Already they'd caught seven of them. That could only mean four members of the DA remained, including Harry.

Ron was looking happy and Draco tried to follow suit and smirked as much as was possible. He just needed to think...

"To the upper floor," Ron ordered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Promptly, fifteen Death Eaters made their way up. Another fifteen were made to watch the various members of the DA who were tied up and looking extremely frightened. Death Eater Crabbe kicked Luna, who didn't even make a sound. However, Draco was furious.

"Bloody hell, watch what you're doing Crabbe!" Draco bellowed, "Only the Dark Lord decides what we do with them. And get some class to your name. Next time you hit someone, especially if it's a girl make sure she isn't tied up."

"But then she can hit me back," Crabbe mumbled, stupefied.

"Exactly," Draco snapped, "And if I see another one of you harm these vermin again then you'll be sure he will hear about this."

Ron stared at him, suspiciously, but only for a second. He had other things on his mind. Like Potter.

Hermione heard the footsteps coming up. She acted quickly and the four of them sneaked onto the second staircase downstairs. Luckily this one led straight to the hallway to the front door of what used to be Mrs. Figg's house.

"Stay close," Hermione whispered, slinking up against the wall.

They could hearing muffled voices just on the other side of the wall. One false move and the entire swat of Death Eaters would be all over them. The door was so close. And perhaps there would be Death Eaters waiting for them but it was less than the ones inside. They heard glass breaking and thumping on the upper floor as the Death Eaters ravaged it in search of Harry.

They were off the stairs. There was a big open space which looked into a room where Draco stood with well to fifteen Death Eaters, including Ron. Fortunately everyone except Draco had there backs turned to them. Unfortunately they'd had to pass the open area to get to the front door. It was a good three meters long. A lot to risk.

Draco seemed to realize the problem, "Would you look at that contraption?"

Everyone's attention was diverted to the TV in the room. Hermione began to lead them past as quickly and quietly as possible. She was sweating intensely from the nerves. Harry was feeling completely breathless. So many of them. All dressed in black robes and looking none too friendly.

They were so close to the door. Only a good meter until they were out of the eyes of the Death Eaters. Draco eyed them, trying to keep himself oblivious at the same time. It was then that Lavendar skidded and felt on her bottom under the waxed wooden floor of the hallway. Hermione condemned the person who cleaned the floors for making them so slippery.

Ron turned around more quickly than the others.

"There they are!" he cried, needlessly.

It took the remaining Death Eaters a few seconds to turn around but Draco was far faster.

"Explodus!" Draco shouted, making the stair case fall behind them.

Cement and wood went flying everywhere. Dust and cement char went up into the air, billowing a cloud around all and making them temporarily blind. When it cleared the four members of the DA were gone. Ron turned to glare at Draco.

"Oops. I seemed to have missed," Draco said, pretending to be upset.

Ron shook his head, clenched his teeth and took off. He was dead ready to kill and he didn't care if he didn't have any of his Death Eaters on his side. He pushed his way through them. He saw two people, a man and a woman scurry out leaving another two left.

"Colloportus!"

The door shut with an odd squelching noise leaving Harry and Hermione inside. Harsh breathing followed and Ron spoke, making the two of them turn.

"I can't believe you were stupid enough to think you could undermine the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, Hermione," he said with a chuckle, "And I'd always thought you were smarter than that."

"And I thought you were better than this," Hermione spat, not looking hurt or upset for one second.

Ron, on the other hand, seemed to be temporarily effected by her cruel words, "Sour tongue. Take it to your grave."

He lifted his wand ready to attack-

"Expelliarmus!"

Draco came up behind him causing his wand to fly through the air and land barely five feet away from Harry.

Ron spun around, "You bloody traitor! I knew it!"

"Yes, yes very good. But it won't be of any use to you now will it? Since you're weaponless and I'm going to kill you," Draco said, managing to smile.

Oh god. Kill? Harry closed his eyes. He wasn't ready to witness yet another death no matter who's it was. Hermione cried out, sharply, beside him.

"Weaponless you say?" Ron laughed, "Not quite."

Harry opened his eyes in time to see Ron actually punch Draco in the nose, solidly. Draco fell to the ground, blood gushing forth, clutching his nose in agony. Ron reached down and stripped him of his wand and there was very little Draco could do about it.

"I always knew you were a pansy, Malfoy," Ron grinned, "And I waited twenty-seven years to prove it."

Hermione's hand reached into Harry's and she held it there, tightly. She was breathless and red but not in the way he would've expected. In fact it was more of an embarrassed and shy way. And as he turned towards them, his ears grew red at the sight of her. Harry immediately felt friction there and wished he could remember more than ever.

"And as for you two," Ron said, trying to stay cool, "I wanted to take you to my Lord but seeing as you are so slippery Potter, I'm just going to get rid of you here and now."

Harry heard Draco muffle a distinct and nasal, "Noooo..."

Ron stepped forward, footsteps resounding each time. The Death Eaters were coming around the corner of the living room to watch them. Harry and Hermione were backed up against the wall and all Harry could remember was the wish to remember. He desired to regain his memories at least before he died so he knew what he was dying for. He suddenly tripped and fell over a piece of railing, that had obviously fell from the stair case, bringing Hermione with him.

"Avada-

Harry clamped his eyes shut and gripped Hermione's hand ever more firmly. He hadn't wanted to die like this...And yet sudden deja vue hit him as the spell was never finished. He opened his eyes. Ron was standing there wand high in the air and as he stared at the both of them, eyes wide, all Harry could see was fear and regret. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill them.

Hermione acted fast, tugging Harry by the sleeve of his robe, "Come on! Let's go!"

They rose, Harry shot one last glance back at Draco, who was lying on the floor and then at Ron, who was still staring at the spot they had been crouching in. Then they exited. As soon as the door was shut everything that had seemed to stop in time, restarted. Ron threw Draco's wand to the ground, nearly breaking it in two and stomped off, hiding his face with his hands.

Draco sat up, one sleeve up to his nose to hold back the blood. He was feeling weak but managed to crawl to where his wand lay. It took him two quick spells to fix most of the damage that had been done.

"Scourgify," he muttered, cleaning not only his bloody nose but most of the room, "Obliviate."

The memories of every single Death Eater in the room was erased. Save for Weasley. He wouldn't want Weasley to forget this day or what he had done anytime soon. It wasn't the fact that he had saved Potter and Granger but merely that he had proven himself human.

A/N: Hey. I hope you liked this chapter. It's a bit longer than usual. Enjoy.

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