Chapter two: Weasley Wizarding Wheezes
As the family strolled through Diagon Alley, Ron began to miss his days at Hogwarts. He remembered just how happy he had been and oh how he wished he could go back. Sure there were bad moments, like Voldemort and Harry's last battle. But there were so many good moments that they seemed to out weigh the bad ones.It seemed to Ron like a grand adventure that had happened once upon a time and that his life could never get boring whenever Harry was around. Since Harry and Ron had become fathers though it became less of an adventure and got more and more boring. Even with Ron and Hermione becoming Aurors there just never did seem to be enough excitement and they never had time for anyone except their children. Ginny and Harry had taken an even less exciting position. Ginny was the new transfiguration professor as well as the new head of Gryffindor when McGonagall had taken up the headmistress position that had been vacated by professor Dumbledore when he retired. Harry had taken the charms position when professor Flitwick retired. Neither of them left the castle during the school year, so Ron hardly ever got to see them or their four children. They had two son's Allen Sirius was now seven, James Marcel was five. They also had two daughters, Aliana Leigh was three and Lilian Savannah was a year old. There were still some of Voldemort's follower's at large and looking to regain power but the ministry usually could put an end to their plans before it had even begun. The only one that still continued to elude them was Lucius Malfoy. The ministry was in constant search for Mr. Malfoy who had been able to keep himself from being caught during the final battle. Since his son Draco was never proven to have been a follower of Voldemort, much to Ron's constant amazement, he could not be formally charged as such. His fight with Astra Snape had been proven to be a personal vendetta and Draco was more humiliated by the fact that he had been beaten by a first year that just so happened to also be a girl. Ron continued to walk lost in his thoughts until he heard that all too familiar drawl.
"Well hello Weasleby." Draco sneered. "Out with the little missus?"
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron grumbled as he turned to face Draco.
"Now, now Weasleby. Is that anyway to greet an old friend?"
"An old friend? Since when have you been any type of a friend?" Ron retorted.
"Look Weasleby." Draco's sneer faded.
"No, now you look Malfoy. I am here to get my children ready for school. You, well who knows why your here. But I personally wish that you would leave." Ron cut Malfoy off. "Now if you'll excuse me."
"Wait!" Draco brought out his wand.
"You don't want to attack me Draco." Ron growled as he brought out his own wand. "Attacking an Auror is a serious offense."
"I wasn't going to attack you Weasley." Draco rolled his eyes. "But if this was the only way I could get you to talk with me then I was prepared to place a body binding curse on you."
"Talk with me?" Ron looked surprised. "Why would you want to talk with me?"
"I need your help." Draco stated simply.
Ron looked at Draco searchingly before turning to Hermione. "Take the kids to get their school things and I'll meet you at Fred and George's joke shop in an hour."
"Ron, do you think you should trust him?" Hermione whispered worried.
"I don't know why Mione, but I think I can." Ron squeezed her hand then walked off with Draco.
As soon as they were out of sight of his family Ron turned to Draco.
"Okay Malfoy, spill it!" Ron stated.
"I need your help with my father Ron. He's gone mad and I don't know what to do. He can't go to Azkaban if I turn him in." Draco sighed. "But neither can I for harboring him. You see, after Voldemort died my father vanished taking my mother with him. Since then I have married and have a son of my own. About a week ago my mother finally contacted me and told me that my father had gone mad. She also told me that she was leaving him and gave me his location. I went to see him for the first time in fourteen years and he didn't even recognize me. He also kept babbling about seeking "him" out. Though Who he was talking about I could not say. So as you see Ron, I have not been harboring my father for all this time, like every one thinks I have been."
"Okay, I understand that. But why come to me?" Ron asked speculatively.
"I came to you because you are a father as well as an Auror. I am asking your help to keep me out of Azkaban if I turn him in. I know that they all think that I have been keeping his whereabouts from you all." Draco stated with another sigh. "So I know that as soon as I turn him in they will believe that they have the confirmation that they have been searching for. Nothing could be farther from the truth of course and I have even kept the letter that my mother sent me with his hiding place."
Draco brought out a rumpled envelope from his cloak and handed it to Ron.
Ron took the letter wearily and opened it. He read the letter silently.
Dearest Draco,
I am writing to tell you that I am leaving your father. He has become a raving lunatic and I can't handle him anymore! Please don't hate me or think ill of me Dsraco, but I just don't care what happens to him anymore. Nor do I want to. He is at a hotel called The Little Digby, wich is located in Sussex. I will always love you my son, but I can't take care of a husband that doesn't even see me.
your mother
Narcissa Malfoy.
Ron's eyes grew big. It was true, Malfoy was turning his father in.
"I'll see what I can do, But I make no promises Draco." Ron told him.
"That's better than I had hoped for." Draco sighed with visible relief. "Thanks Weasley."
Ron nodded, then turned and made his way to his brother's joke shop.
"Hello Fred, George." Hermione said cheerfully as she entered the joke shop.
"Well if it isn't our favorite sister-in law!" Fred beamed.
"Don't you be coy with me Fred Weasley." Hermione laughed. "I happen to be your only sister-in law until Bill gets married this winter."
"True, but you'll still be our favorite because you and Ickle Ronnikins gave us our sweet nephews." George said hugging Darion and Marcus.
"Speaking of my so called sweet son's." Hermione grew somber. "I would appreciate it if you could stop corrupting my children."
"Us?" George feigned surprise. "Corrupt?"
"Yes you. I'll have you know that they blew up the house again!"
"And that's supposed to be our fault?" Fred asked.
"Yes it's your fault! You are the ones encouraging their experiments!" Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "It's to the point that Ron and I are having to build a shed for them to get them to experiment out of the house!"
"Wow, you're lucky boys." Fred looked at the twins. "Our mum wouldn't let us experiment at all, let alone build us a shed."
"Yes, well we figure it did you no good when your mother would harp on you and it also didn't make you stop. So what's the use with doing the same to these boy's?" Hermione sighed. "Besides, I have always believed that you should try and nurture your child's interests no matter how ridiculous they may seem. I just wish it wasn't in my house!"
At that moment Ron entered the shop.
"Well if it isn't our little brother, Ickle Ronnikins!" George beamed..
"Shove off George!" Ron growled.
"Why Ron is that any way to greet us?" Fred asked with a hurtful look.
"It is with the way you two have been encouraging your nephews to follow in your bloody foot steps!" Ron practically yelled. "I'll have you know that I had to chase them after yet another explosion on an experiment for your stupid joke shop!"
"Now Ron, you know we meant no harm." George pleaded. "But it was only a matter of time before someone in the family took after us."
"Yeah, must be in the "twin" gene." Fred smirked.
Ron glared at them for a moment before sighing and rolling his eyes.
"So what did Malfoy want?" Hermione asked changing the subject.
"Malfoy? as in Draco Malfoy?" Fred asked.
"Yes Fred. Draco Malfoy." Ron grumbled, irritated. "And he wanted my help in bringing in a quite insane Lucius Malfoy."
"Lucius? Insane?" Hermione looked perplexed.
"Yes. Apparently after the battle Lucius and Narcissa went into hiding, as we all knew." Ron explained. "And some time later Lucius began to go insane to the point that Narcissa could no longer handle him. she left her husband, leaving Draco with his father's location in a letter. Draco is now married and has a son. He says that he had no idea as to his father's location until he had received his mother's letter. He asked for my help because he does not want to be taken down with his father."
"And you believe that git?" Fred asked astonished.
"Actually, yes I do. I can't explain why Fred, but I do believe Draco. He gave me the letter his mother wrote, which I have already preformed the necessary spells to ensure that it was truly written by Narcissa's hand. It was, and if he had known about their whereabouts then why would she have told him his father's location rather than just calling for him to meet her?" He explained. "All of this has led me to the conclusion that he truly had no idea as to where they were until now."
"I don't know Ron, the Malfoy's are famous for deceit." George looked uncomfortable. "And it's not like he was a friend of yours you know."
"Look. I'm not dumb, I know better then to investigate this without backup." Ron looked at his brother's sternly. "So just lay off!"
"We're just worried is all Ron." Fred said apologetically.
"Yes, honestly Ron. We meant no harm." George added.
"I know." Ron looked away. "I just feel like you sometimes think I'm still a child and can't do anything for myself."
"Not true at all Ron." George slapped him on the shoulder. "We think of you as an adult that can't do anything for himself! But then that's what you got Hermione for!"
"Thanks George!" Ron grumbled.
"Anytime!" George beamed.
"Just be careful Ron, Lucius Malfoy is no one to reckon with. Sane or not." Hermione looked worried.
"I will." was all Ron said.
ok...first i want to disalusion those of you that think this is a Draco redemption story. it is not. He and Ron will not end up friends and he is still as nasty as ever. other than that let me know what you think.