Was going to do ron and his dad but I had this dream, and was like dude! I got to write it! So enjoy!! Set during the fifth book.

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Ron pardoned himself from the table as he thought of his best friend for the hundredth time. He wanted so badly to write Harry about everything. The Order of Phoenix, that Sirius was here, and…well anything. He was a little pleased that he had managed to get his Dad to agree to fetch Hermione. He had argued that if Hermione couldn't write Harry then they should be allowed to enjoy each other's company. Sirius agreed, and beamed at Ron with a glint in his eye, as if he knew something Ron didn't. Ron had a feeling it had to do with the incident where Sirius' dog form bit his leg, and dragged him to the shrieking shack. When they were alone, and Sirius revealed himself Ron had begged for Harry's life of course…and well for Hermione's life too…at least a hundred time for her life…

But whatever Sirius was thinking he was completely wrong!!

Ron walked into a small room with a fireplace when he noticed Fred and George arguing about something, a small bag of this white powder in their hands. "What are you two doing?" Ron asked, the two looking to him. Fred smiled, eyes lighting up. "Well Ron, you see…we invented a floo powder that doesn't need a fireplace. You say where you want to go throw it at your feet and you go!! It's wicked, but problem is…George is too chicken to test it!"

Ron smirked, it was rare when either of the twins wouldn't do something. Ron snatched it, "I'll try it." Fred beamed while George shot his twin a glare. "Way to go Ron!" Fred cheered. Ron smirked, he knew exactly where to go. Taking a handful he threw it on the ground and shouted, "HARRY'S PLACE!"

"WAIT! RON-"

"THAT'S TOO VAUGE!"

Poof.

Ron was gone, and when he opened his eyes he was in the middle of a playground, and now several shades whiter. "Bloody Hell…" He whispered looking around. Now where the hell was he. Swallowing hard he timidly took a step forward and decided that he needed to get out of here…find someone could help him…if there was someone who could help him.

He wandered around passing muggles, and other odd things. He saw many things he didn't expect to see, and almost had a heart attack when he walked into a mailbox. "What the hell is that?!" He whispered eyes wide. Taking in a deep breath, trying to calm down he turned the corner and was surprised at who he saw. Some man in black robes, a hood covering his face. That had to be a wizard, and Ron let out a relieved breath. 'Thank God…someone who can tell me where I am…' Ron timidly approached the man and tapped his shoulder.

"Excuse me sir…I used some floo powder wrong and was wonder-"

"You. You're Harry Potter's best friend," the man in black interrupted. A chill ran through Ron, something was wrong. He took a step back, and bumped into a second person. 'ShiX…I don't even have my wand!' Ron thought blue eyes growing wide. The two were chuckling, and whipped out their wands, Ron feeling incredibly vulnerable. Before he knew what was happing spells were shouted, and Ron felt his skin being torn to pieces. Blood was falling to the ground, and bruises marred his exposed flesh. Ron was grabbed roughly by his jacket and he heard one say, "We can use this boy! We'll get information out of him, let's take-" But Ron had become desperate and when you're desperate a rush of adrenaline fills you up, and thoughts of escape over took you.

Jerking out of his jacket and shoving pass the two he ran, and ran for his life. He ran passed startled people, and bumped into a few things furthering his injuries but that was not important. He turned into a neighborhood, and crashed into a tall figure. He fell on all fours coughing, and heard an angry voice, "You stupid sod! Watch where-Jesus! What happened?!"

Ron looked up seeing a teen about his age, maybe a little older, next to a girl. The muggle's eyes were wide, and were staring at him. The male had sandy blonde hair, and brown eyes, while the girl could pass for a Weasley. She had long curly red hair and blue eyes, she just needed freckles and she could pass as another sister. She held a cup in her hand, as well as a cigarette between her fingers. She dropped down by him dropping her drink, and cigarette. "Will, help me get him inside!" The male, Will, lifted Ron up easily and the two rushed him inside.

When Ron entered he saw there where three more boys, and another girl. It looked like they had been having a part. The second girl had long black hair, and green eyes. Two of the boys appeared to be twins, and Ron briefly felt angry thinking of his two brothers. They both had brown hair, and brown eyes, though one had glasses. The last guy had white blonde hair, and blue eyes. He came over, and grabbed Ron, swooping him up in his eyes he was rather muscular.

"Jesus! What the hell is goin' on."

"Tuck shut your mouth and get him on the couch," the girl ordered sternly. The other teens made way for this Tuck fellow, and he was laid on the couch. Ron coughed blood dribbling down his chin. He heard the voices all at once and it was too much. His head filled with fog and a second later he blacked out.

When he awoke, his shirt was gone, as well as his pants, and he was left in his boxers. He'd been doctored up, and the group was talking softly. He touched the bandages on his chest, and briefly though how primitive the muggle's healing abilities were, but he was too thankful to them to complain. He glanced at the group, and the girl with black hair noticed him.

"Hey he's awake."

The group turned and came to his side. Ron was helped up to a more comfortable position and bashfully asked for a blanket. They brought him one, and he realized why they hadn't put it on him, it bothered his wounds something awful, but he didn't like to be half naked in front of strangers.

"What's your name kid?" Will asked.

"Ron…Ronald Weasley."

"My name is Will," He pointed at the red head, "That's Carrie," He pointed at the second girl, "That's Rosette, Rose for short," He pointed at the white haired teen, "That's Tuck," he pointed at the twin with the glasses, "That's Ben," and finally he pointed at the last teen, "And that's Wesley." Ron nodded at each one, and smiled a little thinking that if you added an 'a' to Wesley you got his last name.

"Thank you…for helpin' me."

"What happened to you?" Ben asked eyes wide with curiosity and concern. Ron tried to think of something to tell him, and finally he said, "I was out walkin' and…these two blokes jumped me." The group cursed, "This neighborhood is going down the shXtter!" Wesley muttered, Ben saying it at the same time.

"Can we call anyone?" Carrie asked. Ron blinked the only way he could reach anyone was if someone sent him and owl, or something. He tried to think of something, and finally the one called Tuck said, "Nah…let him stay the night. He's took confused right now. We'll worry about it in the morning." Ron smiled at him, "I…I don't know how to repay you…I don't have much money-"

The group laughed, "Don't worry about it mate, we don't want money!" Rose said lighting a cigarette. She offered him one, but he shook his head. "Well…we can't let you sleep, you had us real worried. If you slept any longer then you did were going to call the hospital." Ron blinked, wondering what the muggle hospital was like.

"So let's talk," Will concluded.

And talk they did. He told them about his large family, and was impressed to hear Will had nine older brothers, and that his family wasn't that rich either. They talked of their schooling, and the twins spoke of college. Ron was rather curious about them, and tried to remember everything they said so he could tell his dad later. By the time it was nightfall, Ron was able to sit up and was in a rather good mood. Muggles weren't so bad, and had even ignored his claims of dragons, and owls, and witchcraft when he forgot that they weren't wizards. They merely thought his head wound had made him funny.

By night, the group disbanded, all but Rosette and Carrie. It was their house. The two stayed up a little bit longer with him before deciding it was okay to leave him alone, and let him asleep. Rose, before leaving, kissed Ron on the lips and said, "Get some rest handsome." Ron blushed, smiling at his first real kiss, and it had been given to him from an older girl!

When they were gone, Ron looked around and noticed a screen door that led to outside. Painfully getting up he walked outside, and saw his tiny little own perched on a tree outside. It flew at him, practically mauling his already injured state. "Blast it all!" Ron growled catching him and untying a letter. Quickly unrolling it he read the parchment.

Ron! I arrive at Sirius' home and what do I find! You're gone! Blast you! We're looking for you! Stay where you are and owl as back immediately! We're going to kill Fred and George!

-Hermione

Ron smiled and sulked when he realized had no Quill or ink, or parchment. Looking down at his bandages he pressed his fingers to it wincing, and wiped the blood that soaked his hand on the parchment. It was a little dramatic but it was all he could think of to do, to give some sort of response. "Get this to Hermione!" The small owl hooted looking reluctant to go, but was off soon. Ron stood outside before he was too tired, and sat on the ground. Two hours later he saw several specks in the distance, and soon enough he spotted Sirius, Tonks, Lupin, and his Dad. His Dad landed ungracefully falling to the ground and muddying himself in the grass, and scooped Ron up taking him in his arms.

"Ron! Oh Ron!!"

"Dad…not to tightly that hurts!"

His dad loosened his grip, but Sirius grabbed Ron next hugging him, and he had to endure more hugs, and a slap on his back from Tonks. "You're real messed up kiddo!" Tonks said looking him up and down, "And in your knickers."

"No time to talk, let's get him fixed up, these bandages are primitive!" Lupin sighed, "Tonks and I will make a stretcher and Ron you'll lie in it until we can get you home and fixed up." Ron nodded but held up his hand, "Wait…these muggles helped me. They'll worry." Mr. Weasley smiled delighted, "Muggles! So amazing…I'll leave a note." It took him a moment to figure out how to open he screen door, and finally made his way inside.

Ron laid down on the stretched, Sirius gently conjuring up straps to secure him to the stretched. Soon Mr. Weasley was out and they were off, and flew close to his son. Ron drifted off until he felt them touch the ground, and Lupin gently shake him.

Ron, suddenly aware of how much pain he was in, couldn't get up. His dad tried to pick him up, but almost threw out his back. Sirius scooped Ron up, and Ron briefly wondered how many times had been picked up in the past 24 hours. He was carried inside, Sirius walking sideways to squeeze down the thing hall. A door was opened to where the group ate their meals. He saw everyone, and Moody barked at the group to lay Ron on the table.

Hermione rushed to his side tears rolling down her cheeks. Gently Ron put a hand on her face, "Hey 'Mione…don't cry. I'm okay!" Ron said smiling. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing, "Ronald! You scared the daylights out of me with that bloody parchment! What happened to my baby?" Fred and George peered over their mother's shoulder, eyes wide. They looked sick, and stammered out shaky apologies, and promised to throw their new floo invention away. Moody growled, "Out! Out everyone so I can work on this boy! Lupin stay here and assist me!"

Reluctantly everyone left, and Ron allowed his old teacher, and the crazy man to work on him. They fixed everything up but the bruises, and Ron eagerly sat up getting off the table. He was led to the living room where he was sandwiched on the couch but his mother, and father and told to recount his story. "Blimey…" Tonks gasped when Ron was done, "The deatheaters are already out in the muggle world." Sirius nodded grimly, "What a grave situation this has become."

Ron nodded, and then quickly spurted, "Can we not tell Harry about this? Please…he'll have enough worries. The group mused over this, and finally agreed with Ron. Ron rubbed his eyes, and his mother shooed him off to bed, and then spun to Fred and George and gave them a mighty tongue-lashing. Ron smirked, and felt that he was receiving justice. He ruffled his little sister's hair as he walked by her, the girl smiling at him eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm alright Ginny, some muggles saved my arse."

When Ron reached his room, he heard his door open and shut, and turned seeing Hermione. The two said nothing, but Ron opened his eyes Hermione rushing to his arms. They hugged each other for a long time, before Hermione kissed his cheek, smiled and left. Ron dropped wearily on his bed, and smirked, "Two kissed in one day…not bad Weasley."

As he began to drift off he was surprised to find that he was having trouble deciding which kiss he'd received was better. Hermione's or Rosette's.

End of this one.