Author note: Christmas during the first year. Harry has received the jumper and is feeling happy to be included into a family. Ron is not as happy.

Harry was sitting on a table in the great hall watching the fairie's flit among the trees wearing the jumper Moly Weasley had sent him. The first gift someone had given him in his life that actually meant anything.

Ron came walking behind him. He had been thinking all day, simmering in his rage and jealousy until it finally reached the point he couldn't stand it anymore. He saw harry sitting on the table with the jumper on it. In his favorite color. Ron looked down at the ugly jumper his mother had given him. At least she put the right letter on it this year.

He couldn't stand it any more and walking behind Harry punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him off of the table.

"What was that for?" Harry shouted as Ron rounded the table.

"You! You come into our life and I mention you in a few stupid letter and Mum's already giving you jumpers and adopting you like you're another son. She gives me another ugly stupid jumper in a color I told her I hate! It was bad enough when my stupid sister came along now you have to try and muscle in."

"What are you talking about?" Harrry was blinking as he tried to stand. Ron hadn't hit him veryhard but it was on the back of the head and by surprise so it rattled and confused him.

"You! The great and magnificent harry Potter. I've had to put up with being the forgotten one. The one everyone picks on, making do with everyone else's hand me down. Never getting to lick the popsicle just getting the stick! I used to at least mean something to mum before the baby Ginny came along and became the darling in her eyes. Little Miss Can't Do Anything Wrong. And now you get a jumper like you're one of the family. Like you're someone."

"MR WEASLEY!" Professor McGonnagal thundered as she flew across the hall, lightning in her eyes. "WHAT is the meaning of this?"

Ron closed his mouth but stood staring at the floor breathing hard.

"Mr Potter are you injured?"

"No. I don't think so." Harry replied rubbing the back of his head.

"Perhaps you should have Poppy check you over to make certain." Minerva said with a smile and a gentle touch onhis shoulder.

"Yes ma'am." He said heading for the matron who was standing nearby with the Headmaster and the others at the main table. They had entered to begin the Christmas dinner just in time to see Ron's actions.

Turning to Ron Minerva glared at him in angry disappointment. "Mr Weasley while this may be acceptable behavior in your fractious abode we do not behave like that here. You will sit in the corner until you have considered your actions and what you shall do about them."

Ron marched to the corner table as he watched harry sitting with the proffessors and the few other students who had remained behind for Christmas. Harry was laughing and joking with them already, Ron forgotten about once more. Ron the least wanted, least special.

"I'll show them. They'll all know my name someday. The world will see what happens when they push Ronald Weasley too far." He muttered darkly.

Review Responses:

OfficerdonNZ: Maybe later the old goat will get goated, on a boat. I thought i read somewhere she either started dating a red haired guy or developed feelings for a red haired guy and this was some sort of wish fulfillment for redeeming him. I'm not entirely certain and am too lazy to go look it up. Sorry. I do recall the plans she had for one of the main characters to die to help hammer home the reality of war.

Nikkistew2: Absolutely true. That he is.