A/N:

I've been a sorry excuse for an author delaying this part so long, but hey I don't even get why you like this, I was going to delete it, but then you all review so now I feel more or less obligated to write, but I'll keep on just for you (and the reviews of course!).

Summary: Ron becomes deaf as a result of the war, Snape is sent in to help him, will friendship blossom or maybe stronger feelings can grow in the shadows of hate? Slash, SS/RW BW/NL

Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, really bad language and slight self harm.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter! I don't own Harry Potter or any character from JKR's books about said character!

The title to this chapter is borrowed from Alice Cooper.

End Disclaimer!

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!

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Angel With The Scabbed Wings, Jaded

Chapter II: No More Mister Nice Guy

Bill sighed as he heard screaming from above, again.

Not much later the bang of a door and a crash resounded through the burrow. Then there was the sound of running feet down the stairs. Bill just went over too the fireplace and stood beside it holding out the pot with floopowder as yet another one of Ron's instructors fled from Ron's fiery temper. The BSL teacher didn't even take a breath too calm down before throwing himself inside the fireplace after hastily saying something Bill didn't hear.

Bill sighed again and went over too the sofa where he had been sitting with Neville a moment earlier. Neville shook his head and rolled his eyes towards the sealing when Bill lay down with his head in Neville's lap.

"Is he still thinking he can be cured?" It had been almost a year since Ron's first visit too St. Mungo's and it had been months since they had established that he had been hit with an unidentified cutting curse. Making his physical state of deafness was incurable, Ron of course proved to be mentally deaf as well, as he still seemed to believe that a cure would come.

"Yeah, every healer, mediwizard, doctor, professor and whatever more titles there are, tell him the same, no cure could fix it. But still he won't accept it, he absolutely refuses to learn BSL or wandless magic and the only sounds he makes is when he screams at the newest teacher to get the fuck out. The whole bloody Weasley-clan knows BSL now even his friends learnt it, but Ron no of course not!" In the end of that sentence he was almost screaming. Breathing, Bill took Neville's hands and caressed his fingers.

Neville just smiled a sad smile at him and let him babble away. When he spoke again his voice was softer. "He wont come out from his room, we tried everything, too no use. Mum is falling apart over this and the whole bloody family is walking on eggshells around him." Bill sighed and shut his eyes. "He keeps throwing things at people or his magic gets out of control and everything and everyone within a couple of meters is in the risk zone of damage." Bill sighed once again. "I don't know how many times you can actually 'reparo' a vase before it falls apart from the spell itself." He said with a soft laugh and covered his face in Neville's stomach.

"Sound like he needs a teacher that's not afraid of him or his eh… tantrums." Neville said running his fingers through Bill's long hair, releasing it from the ribbon that held it in a lose ponytail. Bill only murmured something unintelligent as a reply and buried his face deeper in Neville's tummy. "Hey that tickles!" Neville giggled squirming a little as Bill blew warm air at his navel through Neville's t-shirt.

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Severus Snape was not a happy man. Albus Dumbledore, or as Severus referred too him; twinkelbully, had contacted him asking for a favour, again!

Apparently Ron Weasley had suffered some kind of trauma during the last battle and needed help learning BSL and wandless magic. When Severus asked why the insufferable boy didn't just go too St. Mungo's the nutcase/headmaster just smiled and asked if he was sure he didn't want a lemon drop.

Why, oh why did he, Severus Snape have a deaf sister, why could he not be spared torture just once, why? Desdemona was not a torture mind you, she was very understanding and one of the few he called friends. But why did someone want to punish him so much that they made him be around Ron Weasley again after he finally thought he had been rid of him at the end of seventh year, if the Weasley brat had to be traumatised why couldn't he go blind or mute or something instead!

And why, oh why did Ron have to be a red-head, damn that Weasley-trait too hell! And why in Merlin's name did he, Severus have to have a thing for red hair, especially Weasley-red? Why the in the seventh circle of hell did he have an affair with Arthur's brother, Theodore during his schooldays, and why the bloody hell did he have a soft spot for every Weasley male after that, huh? Not that it showed, if anything all the younger Weasley males knew his bad side better than even Potter or Longbottom. Why him, why, oh why him?

All this he asked himself as he made his way towards the pitiful building his former and now once more, student lived in.

The Burrow, honestly a burrow would have been classier than what he looked upon right now! Severus felt like screaming in anger at everything but instead he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

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Ginny Weasley lay dozing on the kitchen floor after a whole day of babysitting Charlie's and Stan's three-year old twin daughters Veronica and Miriam. The young girls were now sleeping, both using Ginny's stomach as a pillow. She loved them dearly but the combination of Stan's hyper genetics and Charlie's prank streak where not a good mix together with a bag of Fudge Flies and Jelly Slugs. The sugar-high had lasted a little over an hour and ended with a tantrum.

She was just falling asleep when she heard a knock on the door, groaning she got of the floor, careful not too wake the sleeping girls.

She rubbed her back while walking over too the door, yawning all the way. The she rubbed her right eye as while pushing the door open, yawning yet again.

She was too tired too realise who stood on the other side so she looked at Severus with a bored look and yawned again as she started to think about her bed and how good it would feel to lie down for just five minutes, maybe ten, hopefully Eddie would… She was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Miss Weasley if you would invite me in instead of being the impolite hostess you've been this far." The as always unfriendly git Snape said. She was too tired to question so she just huffed and moved out of the way, making a lazy movement for him to come inside.

A "swoosh"-sound was heard from the living room followed by Charlie's laughter and Stan's giggling, some murmuring followed close after and then steps coming closer.

Before Stan had a chance to even open his mouth she spoke while fighting yet another yawn, "They are asleep in the kitchen." She heard the steps as they walked inside and the quiet murmuring as they woke the girls temporarily too take them home.

She shook herself awake and looked over at Snape who stood impatiently just inside the door tapping his foot and looking towards where Charlie and Stan had disappeared with disdain.

"So what do you want?" She asked, biting the inside of her cheek too keep from yawning while scratching her neck.

"I'm here too meet Mr Ronald Weasley" Was all he said as he looked down on her. Way too tired to actually care she shrugged and pointed upstairs. Turning too walk back too the kitchen

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Severus frowned when the young woman started walking away. "Will you show me, I don't feel like wasting my time running around looking for him in this excuse for a house." He said still with a slight frown. Was she still that afraid of him since school that she actually fled the room? He had seen her biting her cheek in nervousness before but shrugged it of.

"Um… No I… Uh… I-I-I have something too do." She said in a scared voice, sounding small and pathetic.

"Really Miss Weasley one could almost believe you are be scared of me." He drawled a small smirk playing on his lips. He was shocked though when she started to laugh at him, her eyes tearing while she held her hands over her stomach. When the last tremors left her she took a deep breath smiling at him.

"No I'm not afraid of you, Ron on the other hand, hell yeah, I don't feel like dying right now so you'll just have too find your way on your own, his room is the attic room at the top of the stairs." She said smiling and then walked away.

He frowned again before shaking his head and walking up the stairs. Once at the top he had to take a breath, who knew all those stairs fit in anything not as high as the astronomy tower!

After gathering himself he opened the door only to be greeted with some kind of object flying towards him, once again grateful for his quick reflexes he ducked before drawing his wand in case another object flew out the door.

But instead when he rose he stood eye too eye with a furious Ron Weasley, and Severus actually felt something almost akin too fear when looking in the red-head's hate filled green-grey eyes.