Here is the next chapter. For future reference Tom Senior is Tom Riddle and Tom Junior is Harry Potter. Please read and review thanks, love Angel x

Molly sat at the table sipping her chamomile tea a tough task ahead of her. Herself and Cedrella had been up half the night having a much needed heart to heart. She had been shown the twins epic grades and cried when she saw them. The fact that they didn't ever want her to see them broke her heart. What kind of mother was she? What kind of mother had she ever been? She was devastated by the actions of Percy. In her day Arthur had been head boy and she had been a prefect. A Ravenclaw called Alison Chambers had been the head girl with him. Although Molly had not been head girl she very much appreciated the honour of being a prefect. Her own father had been so very proud of her. Hell the twins might even be prefects themselves. She hadn't realised by essentially spoiling Percy when he was elected prefect her other children had gone without.

Cedrella had told her she had treated them as she had wanted to give some gifts to her grandsons but had been firm in that if Molly didn't act now she wouldn't know her children at all. She took out her parchment and quill and began writing two letters one for the twins and one for Ron. It needed to be done to be honest.

Dear Ronald,

I have a bit of explaining to do and I must ask your forgiveness. I have been a bad mother. If someone asked me now your favourite food or colour I am ashamed to say I could not tell them and I wish to rectify this immediately. When I was pregnant with you I went for a scan at the hospital and they told me that my longed after daughter would be here in a few months. I cried with joy I was so happy. It was a major error on their part though and when you were born I was utterly heartbroken. I suffered a mental breakdown and couldn't bond properly with you. I felt like I had been lied to by everyone and didn't want to get to know you because my mental health was so bad. I suffered from postnatal depression and it was all the fault of the hospital. If they'd only told me I was having another son I would have been fine.

I had always hated the name Ronald you know. I called you that to spite the hospital staff who had so badly wronged me of course now I love the name. I have been doing much thinking lately and I have realised that by getting Percy something for becoming a prefect which is a tradition in this household you all went without things you needed. For this I am so very sorry. I need you to write to me and tell me all of your favourite things please so I can know them for future reference. I have been informed that those precious family jumpers I always make for you are always in the wrong colour which clashes awfully with your hair. Quite frankly I've been asleep at the wheel but I am awake now and things will be changing for the better.

Whatever happens Ron never doubt that I love and adore you. I love you more than life itself. I have often preached that I hate Slytherin but as your grandmother Cedrella Weasley was the head girl in her day and a Slytherin member to boot she has pointed out to me that I should explain why I hate them so that is what I shall do. In my day at school the dark lord was becoming more and more powerful and influential. More and more purebloods and Slytherin members were being called to his side their given task to convert other purebloods to his way of thinking. They approached me once and I said definitely not and told them where to go. They did leave it or so I thought but their dark lord was not happy I wouldn't follow him and ordered them to make me follow him because he was too cowardly to do so himself I suppose. When I yet again refused they abused me using various different torture curses some of which I had never even heard of before. I almost died. There were just under fifteen of them or thereabouts and those members were expelled by Professor Dibbet who was headmaster then but I still nearly died. It was the most frightening experience of my life. It is for that reason I have always hated Slytherin so much.

On the advice of Granny Cedrella I've been getting counselling for what happened to me and through this process I have been able to see they were to blame not their house. I should not blame a whole house for the actions of a few of its members just the same way I wouldn't want to be judged myself for the actions of Peter Pettigrew. He was bad Gryffindor man and I would hate to be judged or have Gryffindor judged because he elected to do bad things. I would still rather my children not be sorted there but if Ginny does go to that house I will deal with it and so will all of you. Taking on the opinions and feelings of others is not a healthy thing and not what I want for you. I want you to have your own opinions and feelings and not care what others think of you for it. You are a wonderful boy and I want you to be confident in yourself. All you need to be able to do is explain why you hold the opinions that you do and that should be enough. If someone says it's not than they have the problem and not you. It's high time we all communicated more. If you are ever unsure of anything never hesitate to write to me and ask me for advice and please remember no questions will ever be considered stupid by me.

I want you to do your personal best in school. Don't do the best that anyone else would want for you because that will never ever work out positively. Studying is important but don't become so into it like Percy that you forget to live. I would recommend doing your homework each evening you get it so then you can have your weekends free to sleep in and do as you like. This is just advice though you may do as you like. If you wish to be friends with Tom Potter then I will not stop you. I had forgotten he was not raised by his parents so it does of course stand to reason he'd have gone to another house. Never feel afraid to admit you need help with something or you don't understand something. It gives one strength to admit they are scared or they don't have all the answers. In fact saying I don't know but I will find out can be the bravest response sometimes and don't you let others tell you otherwise.

I want you to promise me something. If someone asks you a question you're not comfortable with or asks you to do something you don't think you should either write here to me and ask me about it or ask Professor McGonagall and she should be able to tell you if you don't want to write home to me. Never let someone pressure you to do anything which isn't homework. The only people who might pressure you to study and do homework are the teachers. It might seem mean but they only want the best for you. I want you to think about what happened to Percy and how wonderful his grades were. In the end of the day great grades mean nothing if you're not a great person in your heart too. Always do your personal best whatever that means to you but please don't fail. I should not say this but failing at Divination and or Astronomy do not count as we don't ever really use those subjects outside school.

Daddy got a pay rise at work which was long overdue. I am relieved to say I can now buy luxury wools and every year you'll each get new robes and supplies now. We can't go crazy but we can at least afford the basics now. In light of this I have gotten a new owl called Pixie as Errol died. He was old and tired and as you know had been failing for many years now. You may now get your own owl if you like or if owls are not your thing you can get a cat. I would personally prefer it if you did not get a toad but only because I find them incredibly dirty and creepy. In the box I am sending with this letter you will find a few homemade shortbread biscuits which are just for you. Try not to eat them all at once otherwise I'll have to make you some more before I am ready to do so. I love you with all of my Ronnie,

Mum x

She was crying and sniffling into a tissue by the time she was done. Cedrella had footed the bill for her to get magical counselling and it was working wonders. She was really reaping the benefits of it. Those in Slytherin who had tortured her had been vile, evil and heartless bastards but the entire house of Slytherin wasn't to blame for the actions of the few and she could see that now. She packed the twelve shortbread fingers into a small white box and tied it tightly with some string. She called Pixie over and attached the package and letter to her telling her to bring it to Hogwarts. A stunned Ronald Weasley was sitting down the next morning to his breakfast when the package arrived. He ripped into the package seeing the treats within and smiled. He read the letter and was crying by the end of it himself. He would write to his mother later on. They had both needed this for sure.