Disclaimer- Once there was a girl who didn't own HP. She was me.

A/N- set in book 5.

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Chapter 1- 0.o

A red haired teen sat on the edge of a bed covered in a bright orange comforter reading a very long letter. He looked to be about 15 and he was about a head taller than he should have been, but he wasn't fat. Quite the opposite actually. He was so absorbed in his letter that when a loud crack came out of nowhere behind him, he jumped almost two feet in the air, hitting his head on the rather low ceiling. Another red haired boy was standing behind him, an evil grin on his face. He stood a good half a foot lower than the other boy, but the look of superiority on his face made him seem to be much older. The younger boy yelped.

"George, can't you go anywhere without apparating?" he asked in an exasperated voice "Just because you can do magic doesn't mean that you have to for every little thing. Mum's nerves are stretched to breaking point."

The older boy -George- shrugged his shoulders, accepting the fact. He seemed about to speak when yet another red headed youth stepped into the room. From the tips of his flaming hair to his rather large feet, he was the spitting image of George He was holding a wand out in front of him, and his trunk, stuffed to its limit, was hovering, in front of him. He lowered his wand and Ron swore.

"Sorry mate," Fred said as he floated his trunk off Ron's foot "you can't aim too well with wands."

"Whatcha doing with the trunk?" Ron asked, nodding towards it.

"That's why I came up here," Fred said "To tell you that Mum says you both have to pack. Ginny are George are both all ready."

"But where are we-" Ron was cut off by yet another person entering his room which was becoming more and more crowded. The newest entrant was about the same height as the twins and had the same apple-red hair. She was plump and motherly, and at the moment her face was angry and annoyed. "I thought you'd be packed already!" she said in a tight voice "We're leaving in two hours. I'd get going if I were you." With that, she left.

Ron tried again "But where-"

Fred interrupted. "I don't know. Mum wouldn't tell me. Get packing unless you want another bump on your head."

Ron scowled and started to walk around the room, throwing his few possessions into a small bag. He was folding his new dress robes (it had been so nice of George to buy them for him!) when he remembered about his letter. Ron ripped a small piece of the parchment off the bottom or the letter, grabbed a quill and some ink off his desk and wrote:

Dear Hermione,

We're going somewhere, don't know where yet. Write more later

Ron.

After writing it, he grabbed what seemed (at first glance) to be a fluffy duster, but when he picked it up, it began to hoot wildly.

"Oh shut up you feathery git," Ron muttered as he tied the letter to his owls leg. "and be careful, okay?" He stroked the owl, and it quieted. Ron put the owl on his arm and continued, "I wont be here next time you come so don't come back here, okay? I don't know where I'll be but I know you'll find me. I know you will." With that he walked over to the window and extended his arm into the warm summer air. When the owl didn't budge Ron began to shake his arm violently. After a couple of minutes of being bounced up and down the tiny owl took off into the cloudless sky.

0.o

Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasly all stood in the kitchen, tying their trunks to the handles of broomsticks. Ron stared at the beat up handle of the Shooting Star he was holding.

' I need a new broom,' he thought desperately. 'nothing too fancy, nothing to new, maybe even the same model, but I really need a new broom.' His stream of thought was broken by his mothers voice.

'The cloud layer looks thicker now,' she said in a desolate voice 'I guess we should go.' She glanced over at her house, her eyes sad. Ron couldn't understand why his mother looked so sad, he was full of excitement. As they kicked off the ground, He flew higher than the rest of them, happy to be once again on a broom. He hadn't been on one since he and Fred were playing apples, a game they had made up that improved Fred's beating skills. Ron loved to fly, and he had always dreamed of being on the Quidditch team. Lately though, he had been thinking about how Wood would be gone this year, and who would take his place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had always played keeper when it had been he and his family playing together, but on a house teem, that was a totally different matter. He wasn't a crowd pleaser like George or Fred was. But as Ron's thoughts turned to Fred and George, he remembered where they were going, headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The Order of the Phoenix! Ron couldn't believe it. Of course, they were only going because Mr. and Mrs. Weasly had to be there but he would still be in the biggest rebel group in the whole Wizidarding world right now. He couldn't really ask Mrs. Weasly anything about it because every time it got mentioned, she would go oddly still and become silent. Ron was guessing that it had something to do with Percy leaving. He and Mr. Weasly had had a rather bad row, and it had ended with Percy storming out of their house, never to be seen at home since. Ron had often wondered what his father did when he bumped into Percy at work, he suspected that it would be rather embarrassing.

'Oh well,' Ron thought bitterly 'That's Percy's problem, not ours. I only wish mum would be happy again'

"Ron?" Ginny's voice penetrated his thoughts. "You okay?"

It was only then that Ron realized he has an ugly look across his face. Discarding it, he smiled at his little sister.

"It's okay Ginns, I was just thinking about Percy"

Ginny glanced behind her to see if Mrs. Weasly would hear before whispering "Bill heard from him yesterday."
Ron looked at her openmouthed. "What!"

"Yeah," Ginny said, eyes wide "He told Bill to come over to the good side and not hang around with us 'riff-raff' anymore."

Ron's eyes narrowed. He had always liked Percy least of his 5 wizarding brothers, but he'd never thought he would do something like call them riff-raff. Malfoy had called him that his first year at Hogwarts, was Percy thinking of him as Malfoy did?

Ron fell back to fly beside Mrs. Weasley.

"Mum?"

"Hmmm.." Said Mrs. Weasly, obviously in her own world "I mean, yes Ron, what is it?"

Ron studied his mother, she looked even sadder than she had the last couple of weeks.

"Are you okay, mum?" Ron asked her quietly.

"Yes dear, I'm fine," Mrs. Weasly hitched on a smile "I'm just thinking about the stars."

Ron looked up, it was indeed a beautiful night.

"Centaurs can tell the future from those," Mrs. Weasly took her hand off her broom to point up at the sky, and her trunk swayed dangerously, so she quickly grabbed onto the handle of her broom again.

Ron stared into the sky for a moment then said quietly

"I love you, mum." and flew ahead to be with George.

Mrs. Weasly behind them by herself, thinking about the 'stars'.

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A/N- I had this on FF but then I took it off. I really don't know where to end it. suggestions appreciated