A/N: I can already see all of the angry comments I will get for this chapter. Fred and George may seem a bit harsh but I'm not making them out to be the enemy. I love those two, but I have sibling and so do my friends, so I have plenty of evidence. Siblings' number one job is to annoy the heck out of their other siblings. It's an interesting cycle. You'd be surprised at some of the things my siblings and I have said to each other in the heat of the moment and it was even worst when we were younger. Anyways, even in the books, Fred and George are sometimes mean to Ron and they're older teenagers. Imagine them as young kids. Remember these are the two who changed Ron's teddy bear into a spider and almost made him make an unbreakable vow. This story is not made for bashing Weasleys but to give Ron a better story. Oh yeah and no one answered my question from chapter one. It is still up there if you want to try.

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I couldn't believe how unlucky I was. I usually noticed if the twins are following me. It was like I had a sixth sense for these things, but Ginny's transformation must have affected me more than I thought because they were standing right behind me and giving their darkest smiles. They had likely heard everything I had said and since they couldn't see Miracle, it just looked like I was talking to myself, again.

"Aww is ickle Ronniekins feeling neglected? Does he," started Fred, while making small cooing noises.

"Need his," continued George

"Mommy," they finished together. I couldn't help the flush that came to my cheeks. I looked over at Miracle and saw that she looked furious. Her bright red hair looked close to fire as it floated around her face and she was also flushed but with anger. She's usually a very gentle person but I know from experience that she is very passionate and has a tendency to explode with anger if you make her mad about something she feels strongly about. I glanced nervously at my brothers and hoped that if I walked away they would just leave me alone but after living with them for seven years, I knew it was futile. I began walking the trail back home with my brothers and Miracle in tow. It looked like they were not going to stop. I tried to focus on the singing of the trees or the communicating animals but for once everything was silent. It appeared that the forest had also sensed the tension and was listening in.

"Hey, answer us. Does the little freak need his mommy? Is he tired of being all alone? Even Ginny doesn't want to play with you. Actually, she would make a far better brother than you ever would. At least she doesn't believe in something as stupid as talking trees and she's not bad on a broom" I didn't even look up. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing my face. Plus, I didn't want to give them any attention. It didn't seem worth it.

When the twins saw that I wasn't listening to them they stopped just before we left the forest. They grabbed both of my arms and turned me around.

"Do you hear us," George started.

"You're all alone here. You don't belong with us," continued Fred.

"You're no Weasley." I stared at them blankly.

"I really could care less. Who wants to be a Weasley if I have to put up with you? I'd rather be a Malfoy than say I'm related to either of you. You're really just a bu-," I was abruptly cut off by Fred pushing me to the ground and the two's laughter filled the forest. I began to wheeze badly and when I looked up I saw Fred and George's smirking faces.

"You were right. You have no place here. You would be better off lea-" before he could finish his sentence a wind came and knocked the two off their feet. Another wind came and blew them harder. Fred's feet flew up in the air while George seemed to do a miniature back flip that resembled an expert gymnast's. For a few seconds, everything was calm. Then the ground began to rumble. Miracle smirked as she watched them stumbling to gain ground. Ron, who was still on the floor, could only stare amusedly as Fred and George continued to trip over their feet.

"It's all the little dork's fault. He's doing it." The ground stopped shaking and before either brother could gain balance, Ron sprinted to the house. Ron's entrance went unnoticed by his family who were all conversing, but Fred and George stumbling in and covered with dirt did grab the Weasley matron's attention.

"What happened to you two?" she asked irritably. They turned their glares to me and I knew that I wouldn't get out of this one.

"Ron was in the woods talking to himself again." They didn't need to say anything else because they knew those were the magic words. All arguing would be futile. They were two against one. Mum turned her sharp gaze on me and it suddenly turned nervous. She turned to face her husband and seemed to communicate through their eyes before she finally brought up the strength to say what had been haunting her for years.

"Arthur, he's doing it again. There has to be something wrong. It isn't normal for things to continue like this. We have to take him- "

"Molly, no, it could be dangerous"

"Arthur, it's not dangerous and if we don't do something soon, it could ruin his development."

"What are you going on about? There's nothing wrong with me!" I exclaimed angrily. Even though she sometimes seemed to glaze over me, I knew that my mom would never hurt me intentionally. Moms were not supposed to do that. My siblings were all staring at me surprised at my outburst. I usually stayed quiet during family meetings and tried to blend into the background but not today. I'd heard my parents commenting about my sanity but only little comments about them worrying. I had never believed they would want to do something about it. Something that has a potential of being dangerous.

"We know Ronald it's just a little check-up. We'll get that problem fixed and everything will be fine." She said while patting his head patronizingly.

"Molly, just remember that this could all go badly. You heard the statistics," Arthur Weasley said in a resigned voice. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes irritably. I had never seen him so stressed before, not even the time that Bill blew up the couch, or the time Charlie made Percy cough bubbles for a week, or even the time… Well, you get the picture. It had to be something very serious to make my dad like this.

"Dad, what's going on," I asked desperately. I needed answers. Something was up and I knew this decision could go either be really good or catastrophic to me. I was at least smart enough to figure that one out.

"Ronald, don't worry. We're just going to take you on a little trip. We'll be back before you know it. Go put on your sweater honey. We'll meet you down in a little while." I nodded my head slowly and walked to the edge of the stairs. When everyone went back to what they were going and weren't playing the slightest attention to anything else, I tiptoed to the still open door and stepped silently out. When it appeared that I was home free, I made a dash towards the forest. I stopped as I crossed the large threshold and I looked around wildly. My heart was beating unbelievably fast from a combination of the run here and nerves.

"Miracle!" I called, hearing the slight hysterical note in my voice. "Miracle, please. There's something going on. My family…it's….they're planning something. I…I…" I stumbled over my words. There was nothing I could do.

"Oh, little red, things were not supposed to go this way. It seems the fates are preparing. The forest feels it. Today will mark the beginning of a new future." Ron stared at Miracle. Her eyes were dull and held great sadness, reminding Ron, for the first time, that she had lived for hundreds of years.. Her face appeared very gaunt as if the life was leaving her. Ron let a small gasp as he finished raking over her appearance. She looked like a ghost with her pale glowing skin standing under the waning moon and her dark haunted eyes.

"Miracle, what do you mean? What are fates? Please, I don't know what to do. What are they planning? Do you know something? I have to-" I had to stop. Looking at Miracle, I saw something that I never thought I would see. Bright green tears were streaming from her eyes and splashing on her silver dress and touching the fabric before disappearing. She let out an anguished cry and stepped forwards. I felt numb. This was my Miracle. Like my dad, she was made out of the toughest stuff on this planet. She had lived through the worst of the worst and watched as humans rose up and fell again. She had watched this all happen without a single tear, but today, she had broken and I had caused it. Two people, who rarely showed such heart wrenching emotions in my life, had just fallen apart in the same day….over me. My heart broke at the sight of her. Was this what I caused? Suddenly, for the first time in my whole life, I didn't want to be able to see the extraordinary forest for what it was. I wanted to look at it and see it the way normal people did. I didn't want to know the story of the forest or how amazing it was that I could still see everything past the age of six. Most of all, I was tired of causing everyone so much pain. Miracle had loved me as a son and all I'd done to repay her was cause her heart ache. I couldn't stand it anymore. It was strange that all of this had passed over my mind in seconds and as this thought crossed my mind, I was swept into the most tender and loving hug I had ever experienced. Not a brief pat like my dad did, or a quick bone crushing hug that my mother was famous for, but a warm and caring hug that passed all of her love over to me. It was truly overwhelming what this hug did to me. I could never match all of the feelings in this hug. I just didn't know how. I tried to convey that I felt close to what she was feeling too, but it just couldn't compare. I had finally found a home and I was hurting it. There was only one thing to be done. With a sigh, I pushed out of the hug.

"Miracle, I have to go and no matter what just remember that I will always love you. I d-" I had to stop before I'd be reduced to a blubbering mess. I stared into her eyes and I saw the resignation. It was almost as if she'd known I would say this, which is completely possible. This is Miracle after all. She caressed my face and looked into my eyes. We both understood that this would be our final goodbye.

"Goodbye, Ronald, may fate forever be on your side," she gave a final laugh as if this was some secret joke and walked into a giant oak tree that I could swear I'd never seen before. I smirked unwillingly. Only Miracle could make a sad departure seem stylish and a tad bit amusing. The trek leaving the forest was like a goodbye tour. I could have sworn that I had only gone a few feet in but the walk ended up taking me several minutes. I visited each tree, flower, and forest animal and promised I would one day return. There was an understanding between us that this was a double sided. I would return one day but my memories would not be the same. I wouldn't remember the conversations we had or the secrets they had told me. I wouldn't remember their constant bickering or their discussions on the lost human race, but they would remember me. They always remembered their children. It was with this final thought that I walked out of the forest with my head held high as one lone tear dripped down my face. I would always remember this forest.

A/N: Question #2 (in case you haven't read my other stories just know I love testing my readers' knowledge)

Q2: What are the names of the three ships that sailed the sea for Jamestown.( I know elementary right. They start off easy then get harder)