AUTHOR NOTES: I've always liked the idea of a Seer Ron but there are not nearly enough fics about it so I decided to write my own. I plan on making this go through all Seven Years so stay tuned. This is my first story ever and unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. Hope y'all enjoy it.

EDIT: I edited this chapter a little, I made slight changes to character's reactions because it seemed like i was bashing a little and i tried to fix my grammar mistakes, keyword there is tried. My writing will never be perfect but i'll always listen to feedback and at least attempt to fix any mistakes.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. No money is being made off this. Harry Potter is JK. Rowling's property and I respect that.

INSPIRATION: This fanfiction is inspired by TheTrueSpartan's: FATE and Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES

Please go check them out, they are amazing stories.

Chapter 2- Misunderstood

August 11, 1985, 8:00 am

"Ronnie wake up, it's my birthday" yelled Ginny as she launched herself onto her big brother.

He groaned and opened his eyes to see his baby sister on top of him with the biggest smile on her face. Remember when he said that Ginny sometimes wakes him up, yeah this is how. Nothing like waking up to somebody roughly his size jumping on him. He never says this though and is not about to say it now since it is her birthday.

"Happy Birthday Ginny, can you please get off?" he said instead, she thankfully listened to his request and got off him.

"Mum says you have to get up and come eat something cause your just skin and bones," she said.

"Okay, I'll be down soon," he said, "just let me go get washed up."

"Hurry down because mum made a really yummy breakfast today, all my favorites. Cause it's my birthday." She reminded him as if he didn't already know.

12:30 pm

Breakfast went a lot smoother than yesterday. Everybody seemed content to ignore his outburst and pretend like it didn't happen. He's not sure if it's a good thing or not. But since today was Ginny's birthday, he'll try not to make a scene. The last thing he needed to do is ruin it for her. If somebody ruined his birthday, he would be very upset and probably throw a tantrum or something, so he didn't want to do that to his sister.

He could get jealous. He knew that, and she gets treated like a princess all the time by everybody and he's just seen as another boy. While this does upset him greatly, he knows it's not her fault. She can't help being the only girl any more than he can help being the youngest boy. That doesn't mean she's all innocent, she can be a spoiled brat sometimes. Even with her having everybody wrapped around her little finger, he still loved her. She's his little sister, as a big brother it's his job to protect her and stuff. That doesn't mean he has to like her though, he can be a good big brother and protect her and play nice but still think she's the biggest brat around.

Since it's her birthday Ginny wanted to have a party with her best friend Luna so the backyard was all set up with decorations and food their mum made, while he's not looking forward to a couple of little girls running around his house at least he can stuff his face and pretend he's somewhere else. Just as he's about to do that, their guests arrive.

Little Luna Lovegood, a tiny waif of a girl, hair so blonde it looked white, with periwinkle eyes that always seemed just a tad unfocused. Accompanying Luna are her parents Pandora and Xenophilius Lovegood.

Xenophilius, a tall and slender man with storm grey eyes and long blonde hair. He was a man that could only be described as eccentric. He could always be heard talking about his theories on rare and elusive creatures as well as new articles for The Quibbler, a magazine of his own creation.

Pandora Lovegood on the other hand was a much more reserved and elusive witch that seemed to possess an endless amount of elegance as well as intelligence. Whose job was an editor for her husband's magazine but dabbled in spell creation. Something that took equal amounts of patience, creativity, and mental fortitude. With sharp features, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and a willowy figure whose height rivaled her husband, she was in no uncertain terms an extremely beautiful woman.

As he was about to call Ginny, he heard her squeal in excitement right next to his ear. He saw his sister run and hug Luna, babbling about how it's her birthday and she couldn't wait to play together.

"Luna dear why don't you go outside and play with Ginny, you've been looking forward to the party all day," Pandora said warmly to her daughter.

"Okay," Luna finally spoke, she had always been a quiet child. Just as she finished speaking Ginny took her hand and dragged her outside to play.

He had never been close to Luna's parents and didn't know what to say to them now that they were alone together. Before he could say anything to break the awkward silence that's formed between them, Xenophilius suddenly looked at him as if he just materialized out of thin air.

"Ronald Weasley, you've grown so much, look at you, if I didn't know any better I would say you were on your way to your first year at Hogwarts." Xenophilius said excitedly, "How tall have you gotten."

"Uhhh... I don't know," he said, he definitely didn't know how to deal with the weirdness that was Luna's dad but luckily his wife did.

" Xeno, I'm sure Molly or Arthur can fill us in on exactly how tall their children have gotten since our last visit two weeks ago," Pandora replied with practiced ease.

"Everybody's outside, I was just on my way out when you guys came through" Ron replied, He turned away and went out. After that exchange, he deserved a treat and a treat he would have. Knowing his mother, there would be plenty of food. As soon as he got outside, he went to a table with food on it. Just as he was about to get some much-needed grub in his stomach he was once again interrupted.

"Ron, why aren't you playing with your sister?" His mum asked.

"I was hungry and wanted some of your really amazing food," he said. He tried to appease her by complimenting her cooking.

"Finish up quick and go play with your sister, you will be on your best behavior," She said sternly."I will not have you ruining her birthday by throwing a tantrum like yesterday, Understand."

"Yes, mum," he answered. He got in trouble and didn't even do anything. Only he could manage such a feat. Of course, his outburst from yesterday was brought up but was it to ask if he felt better or if he was okay. No, it was thrown in his face, which was not a good feeling.

After the encounter with his mum, he finished his food and headed out to where his little sister was. While he got lectured by Mum, it appeared Ginny somehow roped everyone, including dad and the older boys, into a game of tag. He decided to wait until the game ended so he could join a new match. After a little while, the game finished.

"So Ginny are you excited for the cake your mum made? She put a lot of effort into it. I know for a fact it's gonna be delicious," Arthur asked his daughter.

"Yeah, but I'm more excited about presents, can we do them now. Please, I want to see what I get." Ginny replied.

"You're getting a new dress, a muggle coloring book, crayons and a necklace from the Lovegood's," he said, Oh no.

"Is that really what I'm getting, did you open my presents?" Ginny asked with a wobbly voice.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY," his mother yelled from behind him. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, OUT OF ALL THE SELFISH CRUEL THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE, OPENING YOU SISTERS PRESENTS AND SPOILING THE SURPRISE FOR HER. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT THAT WENT INTO TO THOSE GIFTS," She yelled.

"I didn't, I promise I didn't you have to believe me," he cried. How could he convince his mother that he would never intentionally spoil Ginny's birthday.

"YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT, YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WE GOT HER AND TOLD HER RIGHT TO HER FACE. YOU'RE GROUNDED YOUNG MAN, GO TO YOUR ROOM," she said shrilly.

"But mum" he tried to reason.

"No buts, your father and I will deal with you later, room now," she said pointing to the house.

He left and went to his room like his mother said. After he got into his room he closed the door and for the second day in a row, cried under his covers. While he was wallowing in self-pity he heard knocking on his door.

"Ronnie can I come in please," asked Bill

"No, go away," He said, voice muffled since he was still hiding under his covers.

"I'm coming in," his brother said, completely ignoring him, why doesn't anybody listen, is he speaking a different language or something?

The door opened to reveal his eldest brother Bill who looked at him with worried eyes. He hid back under his covers and tried to pretend he was somewhere else. The last thing he needed was for more people to become upset with him, who was he kidding they all probably hated him now.

"Hey Ron, that was some party huh," Bill said. He tried to lighten the mood a little. With the way Ron left the party he looked as if he was on his way to Azkaban. Hell with how angry Mum was he would probably have a better time there than at the Burrow. "Look, I just want to talk about what happened, I've been noticing things that don't make sense and I'm trying to figure out how it all connects." He said,"You think you can help me."

"Why do you want my help? Go ask Percy he's the smart one."Ron said sullenly.

"He may be smart but so are you, and this doesn't concern him" Bill replied."You said that you didn't open Ginny's presents, does that mean you peeked at them before they were wrapped," Bill asked, he felt like he already knew the answer but wanted to check anyway.

"I didn't peek, and I didn't open them, I swear," Ron said, he tried to convince his brother. "I didn't mean to spoil her presents, but it just came out like it always does," he finished and looked down waiting for his brother to say he's a liar and selfish like his mum did.

"What do you mean by 'it came out', what came out," Bill asked, he felt like everything was starting to finally make sense.

"The words, they just pop out of my mouth, I don't mean to say them," Ron said trying to explain it, "I don't even know what I'm gonna say till it's already out," He finished with a frustrated sigh.

"Like the other day when you said what we were gonna have for breakfast, and when you told dad that he had to go to work even though he said he had the day off." Bill asked,

"Yeah, exactly!" Ron said excitedly, finally, someone understood. He never thought anybody else would notice.

"Do the things you say often come true."

"Uh-huh, all the time" Ron confirmed, "It's been happening more too, I just wish I wasn't so good at guessing,"

"You think all of this is happening because you're a good guesser," Bill asked in disbelief "I mean technically you're not wrong but that still doesn't explain why you can't control the words when they come out of your mouth."

"I don't know, but what else could it be?" Ron asked, he looked at Bill with adoration in his eyes if anybody knew what was happening to him it would be his biggest brother.

Bill looked at his little brother, never in a million years did he think that he would be having this conversation with Ron. Of course, Ron doesn't know what's going on, he's five, barely older than a toddler, and having to deal with this all alone must have been a nightmare. But what he can't get out of his head is how it took this long for anybody to notice. Have they all really been ignoring Ron so much?

"You know what a Seer is, right," Bill asked.

"Their people who can see the future, duh. I'm not that stupid Bill and I'm not a Seer." Ron said resolutely, Seers were powerful witches and wizards who had awesome visions or told epic prophecies. He was just Ron, a little boy who was the second youngest Weasley of seven. He was the sixth son and there was absolutely nothing special about him.

"Well I think you are, and I plan on telling mum and dad, ok," Bill said trying to convince his little brother. He didn't know what Ron was thinking about, but it couldn't have been good with that look of resignation on his face. His baby brother should never look like that.

"But what if they don't believe you, Mum's never believed me when I told her about my guessing before," Ron says. And she hasn't, she would always say he had a good imagination or that he should stop making things up and that he needs to quit talking nonsense. But maybe since it's Bill telling them they'll listen. Bills smart and cool and not a little bother like he is. Even though he's still not sold on this whole Seer business, he trusts Bill so he'll go along with it.

"I'll make them believe us, don't you worry" And he would, Ron has been overlooked long enough and he genuinely believed that Ron was a Seer. It would be unfair for him to be punished for something out of his control.

"We'll talk to them when Ginny goes to sleep since that's probably when mum and dad will decide to punish you but don't worry I won't let them okay," He said trying to reassure Ron "you and I got this together."

8:30 pm

Bill stayed with Ron for the rest of the day, neither of them eating dinner or dessert. Ron, who was too afraid of his mother's wrath to dare leave the room and Bill, who didn't want to leave Ron for a second lest his brother start fixating on their mum's anger.

"Mum and Dad are at the door," said Ron who suddenly broke the silence that had formed between them. Both of them looked at the door and waited to see what would happen next. Nothing immediately happened and Ron sighed, surely this meant he wasn't a Seer since he guessed wrong this time. He was about to tell Bill this because this definitely was proof, only to be interrupted by the door suddenly opening.

Arthur and Molly Weasley stood in the doorway looking at their children, Bill was on Ron's bed holding him, both of them looking at their parents with different expressions. Ron looked hopeful and a bit scared while Bill had nothing but determination on his face. Before his parents could say anything, Bill started talking.

"Ron's a Seer," he said, deciding to get it over with, not really knowing how to subtly broach the subject. "That's how he knew what Ginny was getting for her birthday."

"That's ridiculous Bill," Molly said looking at her eldest.

"What your mum means to say is while it's commendable for you to want to protect Ron, you shouldn't lie," added Arthur. Being a father of seven children, he had heard a lot of excuses over the years but claiming to be a Seer was a new one.

"I'm not lying, yesterday he knew exactly what we were going to have for breakfast, including all the fruit in the fruit salad. And Dad don't you think it's odd how he reminded you about work, even though you told us all you had the next two days off. Then not even five minutes later you get called in." Said Bill in a questioning tone. He needed his parents to see the connection, to believe him, to believe in Ron.

"That doesn't mean he's a Seer, Bill you shouldn't make Ron believe that. You're going to fill his head with delusions. He's always had an active imagination is all," Molly said trying to reason with her son.

"He's not imagining these things, how could he have possibly known what the Lovegood's got Ginny" argued Bill, why didn't his mother see what was right in front of her face. It was obvious to him that Ron was a Seer, why couldn't anyone else notice.

"That was pretty odd," said Arthur, he thought back on yesterday. He was very confused when Ron told him to go to work, Ron knew he had the day off. It had been all he had talked about since Arthur announced it to the family. And now that he thought about it, how could he have known what the Lovegood's present was. It was small and in Pandora's pocket the whole time. The more he thought about it the more he realized some things just didn't add up. Maybe there was some truth to what Bill was saying.

"Molly, while Ron has never been the best-behaved child, he has always been pretty protective of Ginny. This would explain why he would do something so out of character." Arthur tried to reason. He knew his wife could be stubborn and even he had trouble wrapping his head around the possibility of his youngest son being a Seer. " We could contact Albus and," he said but was soon interrupted.

"And what Arthur, tell him that Bill thinks Ron is a Seer. Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds?" Molly argued, she would not waste the Headmasters time with this nonsense.

"He is a Seer and I agree with Dad we should call the Headmaster," Bill said. Maybe there was some kind of test Ron could take or some spell that would prove his mother wrong.

"Fine, we'll call Albus and he will prove that Ron's not a Seer, and then all this nonsense will be behind us. I hope you're happy, we're going to be wasting that man's time." She said and then left the room. Arthur then followed his wife out with the intent of calming her down knowing that she'll just get more upset. He closed the door and left his two sons alone.

No words were said for a couple of minutes until Bill started to chuckle. "See Ronnie, I told you I'd make them believe us, Dad definitely does, at least a little."

"Mum doesn't"

"Don't you worry about what mum believes, the Headmaster will sort her out" said Bill, trying to calm his brother down "everything will work out, I promise".

August 12, 1985, 1:00 pm (Hogwarts, Headmasters office)

"So what brings you all to my office this fine afternoon?" asked Dumbledore, Looking at the sea of red in front of him with twinkling eyes.

He was on good terms with the Weasley's, a family of the light who fought valiantly against Voldemort's forces. While he has kept in touch with Order members, this was the first time since the war that anyone of them has requested an immediate meeting with him. Arthur sounded desperate so he agreed, having no reason not to. Arthur and Molly came through first, the latter looked as though she had sucked a lemon. But that wasn't very surprising, Molly Weasley was a force to be reckoned with and more stubborn than any other person. If she wasn't getting her way then she was going to make it known, he just hoped that whatever situation they found themselves in, he could help.

What really surprised him was that they weren't the only ones to come through. Bill Weasley, the eldest of their children, a smart young lad who held a fierce determination and moral compass as strong as Molly and Arthur, soon joined his parents in his office along with what appeared to be a little boy. A child who could only be Ronald, the sixth and youngest son of the Weasley Clan. If his curiosity had not peaked before it certainly was now.

"Bill has brought something to our attention that we don't feel qualified to deal with," Arthur said, "we were hoping you could help us determine if it holds any truth."

"I would gladly lend my wisdom to those who seek it out," He replied.

Bill decided this was taking too long and saw no point in delaying the inevitable.

"Ron's a Seer," he once again announced.

Curious indeed "A Seer, what makes you think that young Ronald is a Seer," Albus asked looking at the boy in question.

"He knows things that he shouldn't know and the things he says seem to come true" Bill said.

"Things such as" Albus questioned.

"He knew what was for breakfast yesterday, specifically all the types of fruit in the fruit salad," Bill said " and even though our Dad said he had work off for the next two days, Ron told him he had to get to work and five minutes later our Dad gets called in." he continued, if he couldn't convince his Mum he would convince the Headmaster. " Yesterday was Ginny's birthday and Ron knew exactly what she was getting even what the Lovegood's got her. There is no way he could have known that" Bill finished, satisfied with all the evidence he had given.

"That certainly is interesting, but it hardly proves that Ronald is a Seer," Albus replied, "Who's to say that young Ronald didn't overhear your mother talking about making breakfast or sneaked to the kitchen to see what was being made" It was unlikely that Ronald was a Seer, but one could never know for sure, "and perhaps he just forgot about his father's day off, he was most likely very tired, and as for the presents it isn't out of the realm of possibility for him to have taken a peek at the unwrapped gifts." Albus finished.

Bill couldn't believe what the Headmaster was saying, Ron wasn't lying "But what about the Lovegood's present," he argued, no way could the Headmaster refute this argument, it just didn't make any sense to go against it.

"Maybe Pandora or Xenophilius let what they got Ginevra slip while they were at the party," Albus said, "I am merely playing Devil's advocate, a Muggle expression that means to test an argument's strength by debating an opposing view." While it was highly unlikely that the child was a Seer, there was no definitive way to prove it. And his experience with self-proclaimed Seers made him hesitant to completely dismiss this as the lies of a child.

"There's no spell or test Ron can take to prove that he's a Seer. You haven't done anything but sit in your chair." Bill shouted, there had to be something to show his mother that Ron wasn't lying and neither was he.

"I'm afraid not dear boy, only time will tell if young Ronald truly has the sight or if this whole thing is a nothing but a big misunderstanding."

"But..." Bill started to say but was interrupted by his Mum.

"William Arthur Weasley you will stop shouting and arguing with the Headmaster at once," Molly scolded, the nerve of her children.

Molly Weasley felt less than pleased, she had been so sure that her son was not a Seer but what if she was wrong? Perhaps in her anger at having her daughter's birthday be ruined, she was overlooking her son and his potential. She knew she had a temper and a one-track mind that made her only see what she wanted. She needed some time to think about this.

"It's quite alright Molly," Albus said standing up and coming around his desk to stand in front of them. He looked at Ronald, the poor boy seemed as if he was about to cry. He knelt down on his knees and started to talk to the young one "I'm sorry I couldn't help you, you seem like a kind and honest boy, not the type to spin stories," He said.

Even the Headmaster of Hogwarts couldn't help him. Ron had never felt so discouraged before in his life. Ron was about to reply to the Headmaster when all of a sudden he started to cough. It felt like he suddenly breathed in a bunch of smoke. When he stopped, a deep and raspy voice that was not his own started to come out of his mouth.

"The Stag betrayed by a Rat

He lurks among you

Only when the Wolf hunts, will the traitor be caught

And the Dog set free."

He started to cough again, feeling like something was caught in his throat. Ron's head was spinning, what the heck was that and why was he suddenly so tired. He felt exhaustion seep deep in his body, but before he could do anything everything suddenly went dark.

AUTHORS NOTE: If you're reading this then that means you made it to the end of the Chapter Thank you so much for reading. Till next time. Hope to see you there :)