AUTHOR NOTES: This is my first story ever and unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. Hope y'all enjoy it.

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, Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES, and the idea to have Ron learn to cook from Avatar Vader's: Cooking like a Bachelor.

Please go check them out, they are amazing stories.

This is the longest chapter yet!

Chapter 5- Over the Years

Age 6

September 1, 1986 (Kings Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾) Morning

As he passed through the wall leading to the train station with his Mum, he couldn't help but be in awe. Ron never got tired of seeing the Hogwarts Express. It was so big and shiny, truly one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen. He couldn't wait until he could go on it and see Hogwarts which had to be a thousand times more pretty than the train.

His family was at the station to see his oldest brothers Bill and Charlie off to Hogwarts. He was going to miss Bill, they had gotten close since it was revealed that he was a Seer. And now he would be with the twins and Percy who weren't nearly as cool. Ginny was alright, she still acted the same but Mum and Dad seemed to be fairer about their treatment of everybody. They still doted on their baby girl but they made sure he didn't feel as left out like before. It made him happy knowing that he was loved just as much as the rest of his siblings because he had seriously doubted it before.

He was still unused to all the attention that his abilities got him, now whenever he talked his family listened as if every word he uttered was the beginning of a prophecy. He wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not, on one hand, everybody would listen to him talk which was a new feeling but on the other hand, it was much more annoying than he thought it would be. He never realized that having so much attention could be a bad thing.

Even now his family all watched him, and so was everybody else at the station. After he admired the train he quickly noticed how all eyes were on him. He was used to the people who occasionally looked over at his family only because they could make quite the spectacle. Having a sea of red flow through the crowd would catch anybody's eye, but after they realized it was just the Weasley's they would look away in disinterest. Now everybody looked at him, not his family, Him.

They whispered amongst themselves all while they gazed at him. Some looked vaguely interested, some skeptical, and others looked at him like he looked at the train, in complete awe. At first, he thought that if he had all the attention it would feel amazing, but now that he had it he realized that he preferred being just a nobody kid.

His mum did not let go of his hand, usually, he would complain and grumble about how he was a big boy but he didn't mind it so much at this moment. He had to beg his parents to come to Kings Cross, they would've left him with the Lovegood's if he hadn't lied. He knew lying was wrong but he wanted to go. What's one fib if it meant not being left so they could all go without him. Plus the Minor Prophecies are all small and insignificant anyway, what harm could it do?

His parents had reluctantly agreed after they heard his fake Minor Prophecy, but they still told him about 'Stranger Danger' as his dad called it. They gave him a whistle to blow if he ever got in trouble and told him not to go off alone. With how tight his mum's grip was he knew he didn't have to worry about that. They even told him he would get lessons from a real Auror on how to protect himself and deal with bad situations. One of their friends volunteered, Some guy named Moody, kind of a silly name if you asked him.

"Right Ron," his mum said as she interrupted his thoughts.

"Uhh, Yeah" he answered not knowing what he agreed to.

She nodded her head satisfied and kept talking, this time he listened.

"Ignore the stares, honey, just keep your eyes forward and head high, don't let them get to you" while she said this she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

They finally made it to the train which was about to leave, his family always got to the station at the last minute. His mum started crying like she always did when Bill and Charlie left for Hogwarts, and let go of his hand for the first time since they left the Burrow. Hugs and well wishes were shared by everybody before his eldest brothers looked at him. They came over and knelt in front of him. Charlie hugged him and spoke.

"You be good for mum and dad you hear, I don't want any letters from them telling me I need to sort you out when we come home." he said with a smile that showed the joking nature of his statement. Bill didn't seem to catch on to that fact and cuffed Charlie upside his head.

"Like hell you are, you do that and I'll sort you out, Charlie."

"Bloody hell Bill, I was only joking" Charlie replied and rubbed the back of his head "Bill the Brute is what I should call you, don't you agree Ronnie, suits him doesn't it!"

Bill looked unamused and cuffed him again.

"Oi!" Charlie exclaimed "You..."

Bill interrupted him and looked at Ron. "We don't need to tell Ron to be good 'cause he already is. We love you, I'll send you a letter, just for you okay" Bill said with a gentle smile, his whole demeanor changed as he looked at his baby brother. Ron could hear Charlie scoff and mutter behind Bill.

He felt tears come to his eyes, he would miss them. He was about to say he loved them too when he interrupted himself.

"GET DOWN" he screamed.

Bill wasted no time and acted immediately after he heard Ron speak. He tackled his brothers to the ground. As soon as they fell, a Spell was shot exactly where Ron had been standing. It hit a Pillar and it exploded upon impact. Debris and dust rained down on them as they tried to reorient themselves after suddenly hitting the ground, ears buzzing from the explosion.

Ron looked up to see his parents in front of him wands raised shielding him and his siblings from danger. It felt like everything was spinning, his head hurt. He touched his forehead which was wet and looked at his blood-soaked fingers. He tried to look at his parents again but his vision was getting blurry, and there was a ringing in his ears that was getting louder.

September 1, 1986 (St Mungo's Hospital) Unknown time

Ron opened his eyes slowly and groaned, his head hurt. He looked up and realized that he wasn't in his room. He didn't even remember losing consciousness. One moment he's on the cold, hard ground bleeding and the next he's waking up in a clean white room. Nobody was in the room either, he was alone. Before he could react, the door opened and in stepped his mum. She looked horrible, wrinkled and torn dress, blotchy face, and puffy eyes.

She looked at him with a face full of worry that quickly morphed into relief when her eyes met his. She ran to him and pulled him into the most gentle hug he's ever got from her. He could feel her hot tears on his face as she cried. His mum rocked him and whispered in his ears.

"My baby, my baby boy, it's going to be just fine, you're okay" it sounded like she was trying to reassure herself as much as him.

The door opened again and this time it was his father followed by a scarred man who had a weird eye that was rapidly looking all over the room. When his dad saw that he was awake, he rushed to hug him as his mum did. He's never seen his dad cry before, the sight of it hurt something deep inside him. He tried to tell them he was fine, but what came out of his mouth was closer to a whine than any word. After his parents heard the sound he made, they hugged him tighter.

After what felt like an eternity, the strange man cleared his throat loudly.

"As touching as this moment is, I need Ron's statement. Won't take but a minute" He said gruffly.

"Statement?" He said.

"I just want to know what happened, nothing more, nothing less."

So he told him. About going to the station, seeing the train, how the people's eyes followed him and so did their whispers. How his minor prophecy burst out of his mouth, screaming so loud it hurt his throat. He told him about how his brother knocked him to the ground and protected him with his body. The blurry vision, the ringing in his ears, and the blood from his head. He told the man who introduced himself as Auror Alastor Moody almost everything.

"Your parents mentioned that you had a minor prophecy before you left with them. It was and I quote 'I'm glad you didn't leave me behind, see everything's fine'. They seemed quite confused considering the outcome of this day."

Ron's mouth went dry as guilt welled up inside him. He never thought this would happen. That today would turn out like this, how could he have possibly known. He looked down and mumbled his reply.

" Didn't catch that bit, hearings not what it used to be" Auror Moody said.

"I lied" he whispered, voice cracking.

He felt his parents stiffen while he was in their arms. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Age 7

March 1, 1987 (The Burrow ) Evening

"Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday dear Ron

Happy Birthday to you."

Everybody cheered as he blew out the candles on his cake after the song ended. He couldn't believe he was now seven years old. He looked at all the people who came to his party. His family was a given, and the Lovegood's also joined him. But most surprising was Mr. Moody, who stopped by and got him a present! and couldn't help but wish Charlie, and Bill could be there, but they both sent letters wishing him a happy birthday so it wasn't like they forgot or anything.

After everybody but Mr. Moody ate cake, it was time for presents.

Mr. Moody stood up and gave him the package that he was holding in his hand.

"I only came to give you this, and I don't need to be a Seer to know that you'll be needing it."

Ron couldn't wait to see what his instructor got him and eagerly ripped open the brown paper it was wrapped in. He looked at his present, it was made of supple leather that was pitch black, with cool silver fastens. It looked big, too big to be a belt and way too many straps. Mrs. Lovegood giggled and he looked at her, what was so funny about his gift, sure he didn't know what it was but he knew it was cool.

His mum looked stunned.

"Really Alastor, how much did you spend on that?" she asked incredulously.

Mr. Moody didn't look too pleased with her question.

"As much as I wanted, it's my money to spend, and it's not like I spent it on you."

Before his mum and Mr. Moody could get into a tiff he decided to figure out exactly what it was.

"What is it?" he asked, feeling unsure. He hoped he didn't look stupid asking the question since everybody else seemed to recognize it.

Now it was Mr. Moody who looked incredulous.

"Have you never seen a wand holster boy, have I taught you nothing."

"Ohhhh, I've only ever seen yours and it's always on you so I never got to get a real good look before," he said, but wait "I don't have a wand."

How could he possibly use it if he didn't have a wand? Sometimes he thought that his teacher was crazy, and now was definitely one of those moments.

"Well that's obvious, it's for when you do get a wand. I never want you to hold your wand in your pockets. You'll either break your wand, blow your buttocks off, or both."

Now he looked incredulous "I'm supposed to wait until I get a wand to use my present, that doesn't seem fair."

"Life's not fair, better get used to it kid," He said as he knocked on his wooden leg. "You know, like that man who tried to kill you simply because some other Seer prophesied his wife's death, and when she died he decided he wanted vengeance on all Seer's or something. Nothing about that situation was fair, and nothing about life is either."

"Oh," Ron said quietly.

"Besides patience is a virtue that young people don't seem to have these days, so you better learn it if you know what's good for you."

Mrs. Lovegood spoke up "It's the boy's birthday, we should let him enjoy it and save such heavy topics for another day."

His mum nodded in agreement, Mr. Moody decided to leave.

"I have other things to do, I just wanted to give that to you in person. Happy Birthday Ronald."

"But I didn't even get to thank you yet," Ron said before Alastor could leave the room. He ran up to him and wanted to do just that.

Mr. Moody looked at him with a blank expression on his face.

"Well.."

"Oh, sorry, Thank…" He didn't get to finish his sentence because he started to cough. His throat burned and his eyes watered. The familiar feeling of breathing a lungful of smoke, the same as the Headmasters office. He looked Mr. Moody directly in the eyes and grabbed his arm, then a deep, gravelly voice seemed to speak through him.

Pride broken, face taken

Locked away you'll awaken

Remain Vigilant, for if not

In the Darkness, you shall Rot.

He coughed some more before sliding to the ground. He looked up horrified at Mr. Moody but he seemed stoic, no emotions betrayed his thoughts on the prophecy. The Major prophecy he just told. He was in a daze, surrounded by a swarm of concerned people.

He felt like crying, what did the prophecy mean, they told the future didn't they. He didn't want Mr. Moody to rot in darkness. And why was everybody asking him if he was okay, Mr. Moody was the one who needed to be asked that. He must be so scared, Ron knew that if someone told him he would rot in darkness he would be terrified.

"Don't look at me like that lad, it's not news to me" Moody said while looking at him " Why don't you tell me something I don't know."

Huh?

"I know if I don't stay vigilant some Dark scum will off me, your little prophecy ain't gonna scare me, and it shouldn't scare you." Moody continued seeming unaware of the atmosphere or just ignoring it "Your ability is an advantage you need to learn to utilize or someone else will."

Age 8

October 31, 1988 (Diagon Alley) Afternoon

He was so excited to be able to go to Diagon Alley. His mum was always reluctant to let him go anywhere since he was attacked two years ago but his lessons with Mr. Moody plus his ability were usually enough to convenience her. Today was one of those days, him, Mum, Ginny, and the twins were all there. He was kind of sad that Percy couldn't be here anymore since he already left for Hogwarts but he was also happy since it was all Percy would talk about. He knew his brother was having fun and learning new things so he wasn't too upset about it, instead he decided to be happy for him.

His mum had to do errands in Diagon Alley and they were going from shop to shop. His mum was the best at shopping, she could get all sorts of stuff for cheap! She always knew where the best deals were. As they were going to another shop he saw a little boy who looked lost. He had a shock of white-blonde hair and was pale. He didn't seem to have any adult with him and was looking around as if to find one. The boy started to walk around as if to look for his parents, Ron knew he shouldn't do that, it would just make him more lost.

"Mum, that boy looks lost, can we help him?" he asked, knowing his mum wouldn't leave a child in a potentially dangerous situation.

At that moment Fred and George set off a firecracker and it caused quite a stir. His mum hated it when they made scenes in public and her face got as red as her hair.

"Yeah Ron" she answered absentmindedly before she started to go off on his brothers while Ginny clung to her.

He decided to help the boy, so he left and went in the direction that he saw him in. It was easy to find him since he stood out from the crowd thanks to his hair. When he finally got to him he tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

"Excuse me, you look lost do you need help," he asked.

The boy jumped in surprise but realized it was just another kid like him. He looked offended when he asked the question.

"No I'm not, I have simply lost sight of my parents for a moment, that's all." the boy said.

Ron was pretty sure that was the definition of lost but decided not to say that since the boy seemed flustered and more than a little nervous.

"Okay, my mom is right over there..." he pointed to the place where his family was and quickly noticed that they weren't there anymore. Oh, that wasn't good.

Now he was lost too, he wasn't too nervous since Mr. Moody taught him what to do in scenarios much worse than this. He decided to teach the boy too since the information was always good to know.

"When you're lost you should always stay calm and not panic, when you're in a busy place like we are you should go to the nearest safe spot and ask a reliable adult for help, like a shop owner. You never want to go looking for your parents, always let them find you," he said.

He took the boy's hand and when he didn't pull away, led him to the nearest shop which was Slug & Jiggers Apothecary. They walked inside the empty store and walked up to the counter where they saw an older gentleman.

"Excuse me, me and my friend are lost could you please help us?" he asked in his most polite voice.

"Oh dear, well of course. It was very smart of you lads to come and ask that," He said. "What are your names," the shopkeeper asked.

Before he could answer a tall dark man walked from the back of the store and started to talk.

" All the potions are there and if you find... Draco?"

The boy, Draco looked relieved and ran up to the tall dark man and hugged him. The Dark man looked confused and concerned. He wondered if this man was his father.

The man started to speak to the boy " Where are your parents, are you here alone?"

As he said that the man looked up and noticed him, a look of recognition seemed to pass on his face like many people who looked at him.

"Uh, hi," he said, not knowing how to speak to this stranger. He looked intimidating with his tall stature and all-black robes that seemed to flow around him. With pale skin, pin-straight shiny dark hair, and a long crooked nose the man painted a picture of someone who you wouldn't mess with. Even as he hugged the little boy who seemed his opposite in every way he seemed scary.

"You must be Ronald Weasley, the famed Seer" The man's voice was deep and smooth. He said it as if it was the most obvious fact in the world and only an idiot wouldn't recognize him. "Why are you and Draco in the Apothecary without any adult?"

He felt sheepish, feeling like an idiot as the Dark man looked at him. "We're lost you see, so we decided to go to the nearest shop to ask for help," he said, not wanting the boy to look bad in front of the man who seemed to mean something to him. Not his father but perhaps an uncle.

The Dark Man looked at Draco before his eyes settled on him. He seemed to be in thought, a moment passed then he walked up to him and held out his hand.

" Thank you for helping Draco,"

"I didn't... Uh, we're both lost you see and...Um," he stammered wondering how this stranger knew he was not telling the whole truth. He learned his lesson about honesty and preferred to be honest but even he wasn't immune to withholding the truth every now and then. Especially when it could get other little boys in trouble with scary-looking men.

"Save it, Weasley, you're a worse liar than you're brothers."

Ron was about to reply when he processed the words the man said. His brothers, did this man know them? Then it suddenly hit him. The dark robes, the pale skin, crooked nose, and he was in an apothecary. This man was the Dungeon Bat of Hogwarts.

"Professor Snape!" He said, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together nicely in his head. How could he have not known? Sure some of the descriptions his brothers gave seemed to have been exaggerated but it was so obvious now.

"Recognize me now do you, I figured as a Seer you would have already attained my identity," Professor Snape said it in a way that made him feel like the most stupid person in the world.

"My gift doesn't work that way, sir," he said politely in response, no matter how mean his brothers said Professor Snape was he was still an adult and deserved at least some respect. Plus he hasn't experienced any excessively rude behavior from him yet.

"Hmm."

"So, can you help us find our parents, we would be very grateful, I'm sure my mum has called the Auror's already and I would like to limit her worry."

He tried to think where his mum was since his ability could be stimulated with questions. something he learned while he practiced with Mr. Moody. He tried to coax his mother's location from his mysterious mystical ability, at least that's what Mrs. Lovegood called it.

"Quality Quidditch Supplies," he said suddenly.

He was glad it worked because he didn't want to look like a fool in front of Professor Snape since he was just standing there scrunching his face as he looked at a wall.

"Quality Quidditch Supplies, is that where your parents are?" Professor Snape said with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

" It's not where my mother is, it's where she's going to be," he said, feeling proud of himself for successfully getting an answer.

Draco who was quiet suddenly spoke up " where are my parents?"

" Outside of Slug & Jiggers Apothecary" he blurted, unintentionally answering Draco's question.

" They're here?"

" No, but they will be," he said trying to reassure Draco he probably wanted nothing more than to see his parents. He understood, he missed his mother and it hasn't even been half an hour.

Professor Snape continued to look at him with curiosity and said one word that made him curious and a little bit worried.

" Interesting."

Age 9

August 31, 1989 (The Burrow) Morning

Ron was getting frustrated at the tangled mess he produced in front of him. What was supposed to be a lovely scarf was instead a knotted mess. He just didn't understand it, he was so good at learning to cook and bake, quick to pick it up, and even better at applying the skills to make delicious foods and sweet treats. Even his brothers mostly stopped making fun of him after they tasted the brownies he made. They gave him the highest compliment he could ever get, that it was better than Mums.

But knitting was much harder than cooking , his mum did it with ease, fingers and needles flying and then boom, a hat, or a scarf. So he tried to learn but it was hard, really hard. Just as he was about to give up his mum walked in. She looked at the monstrosity in his hands before smiling and sitting next to him on the couch.

"Having some trouble Ronnie" She said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I know, it looks horrible. I don't know what I'm doing wrong! I did everything you taught me and it still looks like this." He said.

"Hmm, it takes a little time to understand but once you get it, you got it. Just take it one stitch at a time and go from there" his mum said kindly "It takes some serious hard work to learn a new thing Ron and not give up because you're not immediately a master at it. And I know you're not a quitter so let's just try again."

Ron nodded and let his mum use her magic to untangle the yarn so he could try again. With his mum by his side directing his movements he felt like some progress was being made before he was rudely interrupted, by himself.

"I'm not a girl!"

Probably the twins making fun of him again, it was always the twins who made fun of him these days. The oldest were all at Hogwarts so it just left him Ginny and the twins. Ginny was pretty cool, they played together and stuff. The twins on the other hand, always either pranked him or made fun of him.

As he was thinking Fred and George walked in and saw him with the needles and yarn in his hands and smiles crept up on their faces. He could see the wheels turning and the insults brewing but before a word could be said their mother spoke.

" I don't want to hear a single word from your mouths unless it's a kind one, do you understand me."

"But mum, look at him, the insults are practically writing themselves," George said.

"He cooks, cleans and now knits. He's like a little housewife" Fred added snickering.

Their mum looked less than pleased with the assessment, his brothers probably forgot that their mum was, indeed, a housewife herself.

He sat and watched as his mum scolded the twins and continued to knit while doing so, being extra careful not to miss a stitch and ruin all of his progress. He could see them glare at him and knew this wouldn't be the end of it. The twins always took great delight in pranking him, and seeing how often they could beat his ability which usually warned him of their schemes.

As he knit he wondered if the twins would like their presents. The scarf he was currently making was Charlie's which was Gryffindor red but Fred's would be a vibrant sapphire blue. Which he knew for a fact was his brother's favorite color. Georges was also blue, but it was more pale, closer to a baby blue.

He got the idea from his mum who always made everybody jumpers for Christmas and he knew he loved his. It always amazed him that it was made special for him so he decided to do the same thing. He wasn't as good at knitting yet so he settled on a scarf. He had all of it planned out with 4 months to finish them. He decided to knit his mum, dad, and all of his siblings a special handmade scarf just for them for Christmas. He only hoped that they liked them.

Age 10

February 14, 1990 (The Burrow) Afternoon

Ron woke up not knowing what time it was while he groggily wiped the sleep from his eyes. He had been sick for a couple days and he was very tired. It was all he could do to get up and eat. His mother insisted that he'd go back and stay in bed, he must have fallen asleep again. He looked outside and saw the sun high in the sky so he figured it was at least the afternoon. He got up and went downstairs to look for his mother and sister but found nobody. He called out for them while looking around for a bit before he found a note stuck to the countertop.

" Me and Ginny are out to get groceries.

We didn't want to disturb you while you slept, you looked like you needed it,

we should be back soon.

We love you."

Huh, guess he was alone. If it had been any other day and if he had been feeling any better he probably would be doing something more exciting. But all he could think about was going back to sleep, he felt so exhausted and all he's done today was sleep.

As he headed upstairs he told a minor prophecy, one that concerned him.

"I'm sorry this happened Luna, Mrs. Lovegood deserved better."

That didn't sound good at all, his mom wasn't here, and his dad was at work so there was no adult to tell. He should check it out right, make sure Mrs. Lovegood was okay. They weren't particularly close but she was a good woman who was always nice to him. And he couldn't in good conscious let her potentially get hurt because he would rather sleep. Mind made up he headed to the floo to go check up on Mrs. Lovegood.

He got to the fireplace and grabbed a pinch of floo powder off the mantle. He stepped in and threw the floo powder on the floor and made sure to announce his words very clearly like his parents taught him.

"The Rookery."

He came through the floo with only a little ash on him, and didn't see anyone immediately.

"LUNA, MRS. LOVEGOOD, IT'S ME RON WEASLEY. HELLO" he called out and hoped for an answer but he didn't get one.

"It's got to be broken."

What's got to be broken? Sometimes his prophecies could be really annoying in their vagueness. He guessed it was too much to ask for step by step instructions.

He looked around and realised that he was just standing in a house uninvited but he decided it couldn't hurt to look around, since he already got this far.

He continued to search the Lovegood's house and found Luna with a sandwich on a plate standing outside of a Room in the basement. She looked at him and smiled.

"I wondered how long it would take you to find me" She said in her soft serene voice.

"I'm just glad that I did, did you think I was playing a game?" he asked.

"Yes, were we not?" she questioned.

Like most conversations with Luna, He didn't know what to say so he changed the subject.

"Where's your mum, is she in here" He inquired pointing to the door they were standing outside of.

"Yes, she's working very hard, but she hasn't eaten yet and nargles love nothing more than a hungry person to infest" Luna said seriously.

"Uh huh."

"Break it and then get help, hurry!"

Now he was getting worried. Three minor Prophecies in a day, all concerning what he believed to be the same situation. Which in of itself seemed to be fairly serious, maybe he should call for help? But no, his minor prophecy said to break it and then get help.

He looked up and realized that Luna was just staring at him while he was lost in thought. With a smile on her face, she held the sandwich up.

"Are you hungry, I can make mum another, we wouldn't want you to get nargles either."

Luna was always a sweet girl if not a little bit weird, but that was part of her charm in his opinion. He smiled and shook his head declining her polite offer. And they both turned towards the door.

He had a bad feeling in his gut as Luna reached for the handle and prepared himself for the worst. As the door opened they saw Pandora standing in front of a wall with chalk in her hand. She was saying something, but he couldn't hear her, she was whispering and then it happened. A flash of light flooded the room and caused him to turn away and when he looked back he saw Mrs. Lovegood. She was on the floor gasping for air and then he heard Luna.

"MUMMY!" She yelled as she ran to her mother with Ron not far behind her.

What did his prophecy say, to break it, what was it! He looked and saw as Mrs. Lovegood pointed to something on the wall, it looked like a bunch of runes, and they were glowing. Did he have to break the runes? Runes where physical manifestations of magic, if you broke a rune you stopped whatever magic it was producing. That's what Bill said he remembered distinctly because he loved to listen to his older brother babble about the things he loved.

Mrs. Lovegood started to cough up blood and he realised that he didn't have much time and looked around for something to break it with and saw nothing, and then he realized his hands!

He ran up to the Runes on the wall and started to drag his fingers down it. Scratching as hard as he could. It hurt, he realized but it was a dull throbbing that was barely noticeable. And he didn't stop until the rune stopped glowing and he heard take deep breaths of air. Then he understood the second part of his prophecy, to get help. So he ran upstairs and went to the floo and called St. Mungo's.

He stuck his head in and immediately yelled "Please someone help, she's bleeding so much" he said and the urgency in his voice must have been enough because not a second later he heard someone say to step aside and then a group of Healers came through.

"The basement, she's in the basement" he told them hoping they would hurry and they did, already on their way but one stayed behind and looked at him. She was young and pretty with chocolate brown eyes, what a weird thing to focus on he thought.

"You're hands, their bleeding, let's get you to the hospital too okay."

"Luna, I left Luna, she's down there too" he said worrying about the girl.

The Healer looked at him with kind eyes and told him that the others would take care of her and brought him through the floo. Everybody's eyes were on him as they came through and he didn't know how to feel. He looked at the kind woman and wanted to thank her.

"You're boyfriends going to propose this Friday" Merlin he just wanted to thank her and he probably just ruined the biggest surprise this woman was ever going to get.

"What?" she asked confused before a random person looked at him and said the words he always dreaded to hear.

"Don't you know who that is, it's Ron Weasley, Britain's Most Powerful Seer!"

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