Ron yawned in the dead of morning, his sleep coated eyes beginning to open. His eyes wandered the dark and quiet room of Christmas morning. A time of year he could normally overlook and just take in the smells of vanilla, peppermint and gingerbread.

But this year was different. He wasn't surrounded by small children clammoring to see if Saint Nicholas came to visit, leaving his assortment of gifts to children. A steadfast tradition for as long as he could remember. And in as many places as he had been. No, this year he was in a castle, marred with time and standing as dignified as a castle could. A castle filled with magic and hardly to the brim with children.

Quietly, he slipped out of his bed, cringing slightly as his feet made contact with the cold stone floor. He yawned once more and stretched his arms. He stood and walked around the room for a bit, relishing in the space and the general peace.

"Awake are you?"

Ron jumped in surprise at the voice introding on the quiet near seclusion. Harry was still sleeping after all.

He turned his head to the opening of their room, the door now ajar and a person standing, silhouetted by the lit from the hall. Ron squinted his eyes to make out features but all he could tell was that the individual was taller, older, and had red hair.

"Um... Yes. Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you-"

"No need. We were already up."

Ron furrowed his brow as the individual lit the room with their magic. Ah, it was, "Proffesor Weasley."

"Just call me Charlie Ron. We're on holiday after all."

It was a bit odd to see his Proffesor standing in nothing but pajamas and fuzzy slippers.

"Erm right."

"You might want to wake Harry, everyone is waiting for you," he said then quickly added, "two. You two. Everyone is waiting for the two of you down by the tree."

Ron felt hopelessly confused. However, he figured it couldn't hurt to wake Harry. Especially if there were people waiting for them. Charlie had walked away when he saw Ron go to wake Harry.

The Weasleys all listened as Charlie said, "They'll be down in a minute."

The family began to situate themselves in comfortable positions, ready for when Ron and Harry came down. It felt like an eternity but in reality may have just been under five minutes before the bleary eyed boys made their way down the stairs. Stiffling yawns, they sat next to one another on a vacant love seat not too far from the tree, but hardly close. Fred and George rolled their eyes before standing up, and ushering them closer to the tree near Ginny.

Ginny promptly turned red seeing Harry and practically was mute.

Molly and Arthur sat next to one another with no shyness of their love, with Arthur having a loving arm around Molly and Molly leaning into his subtle embrace. Bill stood by the tree and began picking up presents and distributing them among the Weasleys. Ron and Harry enjoyed seeing their reactions some were sweet, some were numerous considering the twins seemed to like to leave subtle pranks with their presents.

It came to a bit of a shock when presents plopped onto their laps.

"What's this?"

"Really? I- We've got presents."

"A present Ron. And yes. Both of you do." Fred laughed.

"So don't sit there like sad sacks. Open up!"

The family watched the boys open up the packages hand wrapped by Molly. Inside were two hand knit sweaters. One a bright emerald green with a bold letter H, and the other, a passionate maroon with a large letter R.

"Ah ha! Weasley sweater!"

Ron and Harry looked up and saw that each one of the Weasley's were wearing similar sweaters of all sorts of colors. The boys smiled as they were urged to put them on.

Both boys did, over their pajama top, both sweaters were slightly too big, but they were incredibly comfortable. They also had a small package of fudge they both took a small piece to try, and then hid it away for later.

Presents continued to be swapped, including one without a sender to Harry, revealing an invisibility cloak. Something Arthur told him to keep close, that it was incredibly valuable.

Many presents Harry and Ron received were candy. Hermione did give them a book. Apparently about Quidditch.

There was a loud pop from a present from the twins to Ginny, coating her in glitter.

The last present to be opened was from the twins to Ron. Ron, being skeptical, opened the package slowly. Unlike the other presents, there appeared to not be a booby trap. Though it was incredibly difficult to open the lumpy package, he did eventually succeed. The present was a box, made of wood and designed like a battle was occurring on the cover. The family gasped sans Ginny, Fred and George.

"Boys!" Molly whispered.

"This set has been passed down for years Ron."

"We know you liked chess so-"

"We figured-"

"You'd like this."

Ron furrowed his brows and opened the box. Inside, was an aged set of chess pieces. A smile broke out onto his face before understanding what they meant by handed down.

"I can't take this."

"Nobody really plays anymore-"

"And it'd be a waste to let it gather dust."

"We want you to have it."

Ron looked over each member of the family. He felt Harry pat him on the back. No one seemed to have anything to say. So Ron kept it close and said, "Thank You."

And now, for the truth behind this story. I never planned to get past Christmas Morning. I never planned for the Weasleys to ever truly know if Ron was in fact their son. And, this story, despite the posting dates, was an after thought of its' twin Son of the Archer.

As it stands, I have no more inspiration for this story. The Archer series had been the predominate stroy in my mind since the conceived notion.

Right now, this story is completed. If any, as I am sure a few of you are, upset about this, then you may adopt, continueing where I have left off, or writing your own version.

I am curious as to others interpretation but alas, another truth, I am not quite as familiar with the Potter verse as others believe I should be. The truth of the matter... The horrid truth.

i just now have gotten a box set.

I have only read the first two books. I have only seen the first four movies in their entirety.

There. Now you know. I bid thee fair well in this venture. Perhaps we shall all meet again someday.