The summer holidays flew past Ron.
One day he was learning to surf on the sandy beach near their cottage, staying up late with his brothers laughing so much he was crying, playing Quidditch for whole days and laying in green grass listening to his brothers yap on or music. But all of a sudden a letter arrived.

It had the books they would need for next year.

'What's up Ron?' asked Charlie, he had managed to get the end of the holidays off, Ron mouth had dropped open.

'I've gotta go back to school...next week?' Ron said slowly. These holidays had been the best he had ever had and he hadn't spent one second with Hermione or Harry. What had they done this summer? They used to come to the Burrow?

'Oh Merlin. That is your book list right?' asked Percy, Ron nodded. 'Well we best head to Diagon Alley to get you some stuff.'

'We haven't got...' Ron started but Percy had already foreseen the rest of Ron's question.

'Do not worry we can get your school stuff. And do you know what? I think we will get you new things!'

'Yeah, we aren't exactly Weasleys any more are we? So why should we have to dress like poor people?' agreed Bill, Charlie nodded his head.

Ron had never thought of it in that way before; what was he, if he wasn't a Weasley?

'Ron? You okay?' asked Charlie. Normally Ron would have said nothing but he decided to tell.

'What am I if I'm not a "Weasley" anymore? That's what I have been all my life. The bright orange hair, big family and second hand stuff, defending my name, being a proud Weasley and Gryffindor. Does this mean I'm not a Gryffindor anymore? Am I just Ron now? No second name, just Ron,' he sounded so lost and confused.

The three others just stood there; these questions had never come to their heads before, but Ron was right, what were they now?

'Erm...to tell you the truth Ron." Percy said nervously, Ron looked straight at him. 'I really do not know." Percy sat deflated in the nearest chair. Ron moved his bright blue eyes over to Bill, he just shook his head.

'I'll tell you what we are. We are...erm...brothers! We don't need Molly or Arthur Weasley anymore. We can start a new page, own reputation and we can be ourselves!' declared Charlie, as he confidently rose out of his chair.

'Yeah, we have never fitted in with the rest, so why should we change ourselves to be like them?' piped up Bill, Percy nodded cockily.

Ron didn't know what to think, one minute they were talking about school stuff and the next about leaving the family.

Ron nodded in agreement.

Percy put his right hand out, Bill chuckled and placed his hand on top, Charlie did the same. Ron dragged his tall frame out of the little wooden chair and put his on top. They were a team together.

Hmm...we can't do this properly without a name?" said Bill.

'What like a new second name, or just a team name?' asked Percy, was this family really tearing in two?

'Nah, just like a team name,'

'How about...' laughed Ron

'What?'

'Oh don't worry! You wouldn't understand,' Ron's laughter filled the cottage.

Percy just looked at Bill and Charlie; they just shook their heads, they had no clue what Ron was laughing at.

'That was the best shopping trip I have ever had...and I hate shopping,' Charlie threw his muscular body down into the nearest chair.

Ron laughed 'For once I got new stuff.' Ron proudly raised his bags out.

Percy and Bill mocking clapped.

'Thank you, thank you. You're far too kind.' Ron blew mocking kisses to his brothers.

'Go and put your new stuff upstairs. Charlie, Bill you are going to help me make dinner.' ordered Percy.

'Yes mum!' Mockingly replied the three males.

Ron dumped his bags down onto the green carpet floor of his bedroom.

Today had been so weird. For the first time in his life he had been able to buy something new for himself, not second hand or third hand but new.

He walked over to his bedside cabinet and got out a book. Ron had had this since...well, forever. As long as he could remember he had had this book, his Uncle Draco had given it to him, before he had been thrown out the Weasley clan. Just because he was a Slytherin and a werewolf; he had never been known as a Weasley at school but as Draco Smith, a very common second name, his parents were ashamed as him and as soon as he was 16 threw him aside. Luckily Draco had rich friends and soon like them, had become incredibly rich and powerful. He lived on a huge acre estate, in a grand mansion. Ron had thought his house rather pointless as it was only him and his servants that lived there.

Ron missed Uncle Draco, he recalled the first time he had met Uncle D. It was at Arthur Weasley's mother funeral nearly six years ago, Uncle Draco was nearly killed where he sat but the wizard priest said that it was his mother's funeral and he should be left alone. Ron had gone for a walk, he was only eight, but no one would notice him missing, no one ever did, and he had bumped into a tall, broad shouldered man weeping. Conversation had begun and it did not stop until Uncle D had noticed it getting dark, they swapped owl addresses and Ron promised to owl him whenever he could. Ron had kept that promise to this very day.

The leather was bright green and had a snake on it. The snake was special. It had been charmed so that it would act as a guard snake; only when Ron fingers touched it would it allow the book to be opened.

Ron put all his thoughts and feelings in this book. He never thought of it as a diary, he; he also kept drawings in this book of all the amazing creatures he had seen in the Burrow's forest.

Ron quickly scribbled everything that he had done today, and then realized something.

He hadn't explored the forest near the cottage yet, maybe he should check it out tonight.

Ron had waited until night had come...and his brothers were in bed for if they knew he was going into a murky forest at might, Merlin they would have murdered him!

He crept downstairs, put on his coat and shoes and wondered out in the darkness.

Ron didn't know why he had decided to go wandering around a creepy forest at night, but he had. He had brought his green book and a quill, just in case he saw anything good.

The night was cold but not to Ron; he wondered deeper and deeper into the forest; it enabled him to forget what had happened over the last few weeks, he could forget about fighting and going back to Hogwarts. But something snapped him out of his happy trance.

SNAP

Ron span on the spot and turned to where he had heard the twig snap...Merlin he was dead!