Time seemed to stop as Charlie stared at the three first year Gryffindors and Hagrid. The scaly beast before them made him frown. He closed his eyes and sighed. Working at the dragon reserve taught him how to deal with baby dragons. Though he'd have to talk with Hagrid about taking in illegal creatures. Perhaps he could convince him to move to the reserve to help with the wild beasts.

At the moment however, he had other goals in mind.

"Ron, take your friends and step outside."

Ron's eyes narrowed at the proffessor. There was something underlying that command he just couldn't put his finger on.

"Why? It can only make small fire balls," Ron quoted Hermione, "We'll be fine in here."

To prove a point, he walked closer to the baby dragon. It eyed his with a dark glint.

"That's not the point. I need to have a talk with Hagrid. In private."

"Your going to get him trouble. Aren't you?" Ron took a small step back. Small to be easily ignored, large enough to cut deeply in his heart. He wanted his trust. Even if he wasn't a Weasley, there was something about him that commanded his attention. An almost forgotten protective streak that he hadn't quite felt since he was younger during the war. When Fred and George were born and his youngest brother never made it home.

"I just need to talk to him."

"He's not going to be in trouble is he?" Harry asked. Charlie shook ad.

"Most likely not."

The three teens relaxed. Tension left the air when Ron jaw dropped, his voice croaking out a pained yell. He jerked his hand forward. Small punctures made his hand bleed from dagger like baby teeth. He held it gingerly in his hand. It pulsed painfully in his body. Being bitten by a dog was nothing compared to the dragon's bite. He didn't stop Professor Weasley when he took his wrist and inspected his hand. His eyes narrowed dangerously. His green eyes burned with a foreign emotion

"We will talk about this Hagrid. You two, back to your dormitory. Work on your homework or something."

"What about Ron?" Harry asked.

"His hand's turning green. His hand should not be turning green," Hermione panicked.

"Norwegian Ridgeback. Venom potent even as an infant. I'm taking Ron to see Madam Pomfrey. No arguements," he cut Ron off who opened his mouth to argue, "You will need a potion to counteract the venom."

"Couldn't we use a bezoar?" Hermione questioned.

"Even if I had one on me it wouldn't work. It works on poison, not all venoms. Especially not a dragon's."

"Ow. Ow!"

"Do you really need to drag us by our ears?"

"Yes. You two are in serious trouble. What were you thinking trying to goad the Whomping Willow on the school's brooms?"

"We thought we'd win."

"Yes. Well now you two have broken arms and have to see Madam Pomfrey. And we will be seeing Professor McGonnagal later."

"Aw. Do we have to?"

"Yes. And mum will be hearing about this too." George (Fred?) gasped in horror.

"How evil."

"The next dark lord!"

"Thy name is Bill!"

"Don't say that!" Bill growled. The twins averted their gazes.

"Sorry."

"We didn't mean it. Honest."

"I should hope you don't joke about that. I know you were young during the war. But it is still very new. And there are still living followers who served under him. I don't think you truly know how bad it was. I don't want you to ever know how bad it was. But please, lay off on the dark lord comments. I've had enough to last eternity."

If there was one thing he detested about being a prefect, it was constantly taking a clumsy student to Madam Pomfrey. As it was, Percy was escorting Neville Longbottom to her in order to fix his broken wrist. He had said he tripped down the stairs. He wouldn't question it given his extensive history of injuries. There were many things Percy could fix. Broken bones was not one of them. Yet another spell he'd need to learn to keep from making hundreds of rounds to Pomfrey. It was the greatest unspoken broken rule amoung Prefects to not go to Poppy unless you couldn't use a spell to fix the problem.

Partily to not add to her tally sheet of injuries, a little known chart discussed amount the professors each year, and to not waste time preventing dastardly deeds like those of his twin brothers.

Or even trying to solve the mystery of Ron.

His mind kept trying to piece fragments of what he could figure out to line up. From questioning his older brothers and doctors at St. Mungos, he learned that Ronald Weasley was born on March 1, 1980. According to other first years, Ron Whetley, celebrated his birthday on March 2. Not the exact day. But close enough to keep his suspicions.

While he did feel better about what he learned, he still berated himself for not learning more. Though if what his Professor said was true, he'd soon find out if there was coincidence, or conspiracy. Well, maybe not a conspiracy, but something suspicious. And he didn't like it. Even if it made his inner flames to be Minister grow brighter to avoid such situations.

"Slow down please!"

Oh right. Neville. He slowed his pace for the shorter legged first year.

"Thanks."

Quite a Hufflepuff move. Usually if they had to ask someone to slow down, a Gryffindor would grumble or make a sarcastic comment. He tucked that away in his mind. He would make a good friend for Ron. Not that a bookworm or the Wizarding World's boy-who-lived were bad friends, but a loyal, and magically raised friend would help him adjust to being a wizard.

"Percy?"

Percy turned his attention away from Neville to see Bill dragging two injured Weasley twins.

"Bill? Fred? George?"

"Hey Perce."

"What happened," Neville asked with great concern. Fred and George's faces lit up dramatically.

"Well Neville-"

"-we thought that the Whomping Willow looked lonely."

"So we thought we'd play with it!"

Neville stared blankly at the twins.

"You didn't invite the squid to play too?"

Shock appeared across Percy and the twins' faces. The twins faces blossomed into pure joy.

"Now why didn't we think of that?"

"You're joining us later Nev."

"To Pomfrey. Yes, come along Neville," Percy ushered the young Gryffindor. The last thing he wanted was for Ron's possibly friend to be corrupted by the twins. Perhaps rooming them together that one night was a bad idea. But Ron would have been worse.

"Small sips. You need to stay hydrated. And throwing up isn't pleasant."

Ron rolled his eyes at the Professor's babying. He wasn't three. He had been sick before. He knew throwing up wasn't pleasant. And he knew he should drink lots of water. He had already taken medicine for the bite. Charlie explained that there was an egg that was most likely smuggled and lost in the Forrbidden Forest. Madam Pomfrey about fainted before Charlie assured her that some friends from the reserve would be relocating the bloody beast. Ron wasn't entirely sure how much of that was true, but he wasn't going to get Hagrid in trouble by questioning it.

He still sipped the water slowly. He choked when he saw Percy the Prefect walk into the room with Neville holding his wrist gingerly.

"Again Neville?"

Neville nodded his head sheepishly. He walked over to the bed next to Ron and sat down, waiting for Madam Pomfrey.

"Did you... Fall?" Ron asked. His blue eyes bore into Neville's brown. Neville nodded.

"What about you?"

"Got bit by a dragon."

"Who got bit by a dragon?" A new voice echoed in the room. Ron looked toward the entrance past Percy. Standing tall was a respectably dressed man with familiar red hair. Each hand was holding to other red heads by their ears. All three were staring at Ron. Percy stared at Charlie before returning his gaze to Neville and Ron.

"Hey!"

"Ickle Ronniekins!"

"Ronniekins?" The new red head asked.

"Ah Bill. This is... Ron. A first year Gryffindor."

Bill blinked in confusion. His eyes began to really look at the younger red head. Faint freckles, almost unnoticeable. A longer, distinguished nose similar to their mum. Blue eyes, just like in the old pictures of their grandmother. And his facial expression... Kind of reminded his of his great aunt Tessy.

"Hello Ron," he said as calmly as he could, "I'm Bill Weasley."

"Well... I'm Ron. Ron Whetley."

"Very nice to meet you-"

"Can you let go of our ears now?"

"I think my is about ready to fall off."

Bill released the twins who immediately used their good hands to rub their sore ears.

"What are you doing here? Last I checked they were convincing Peeves to relabel all of Professor Snapes ingredients."

"Well, in the hour they somehow came up with the brilliant idea to play tag with the Whomping Willow."

"Whomping Willow?"

"Nasty Willow tree that attacks anyone who gets near it."

So, yes. An update. Now all the Weasley boys and Neville are in the same room. Please be so kind as to review.