Fate

by TheTrueSpartan

When Ron discovers that he can see the future, his entire fate is thrown off of its course. A story about adventure, friendship, growing up, and pushing forward through hardships. This story will get darker as it progresses, just like the original Harry Potter novels. It will cover all Seven Years of Hogwarts, but mostly from Ron's perspective. No Mary Sues, no Character bashing.

47. Chapter 47 - Taking His First Steps

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 47 is here boyos! And Girlos? Fucked it... Anyway, a couple of things.

1. Need to get things moving along now, so expect time to move by faster.

2. I know many of you were waiting for Ron to get his shit together, and he's starting to. He's still thirteen, and let's not forget, Harry in canon was more interested in playing Quidditch rather than preparing himself. And Harry is like that in this fic too, I didn't want to change that without reason.

3. To those who aren't happy with Daphne and Ron's new dynamic, well... What can I say? Daphne isn't the type of person who waits to get what she wants, and so she refused to just let Ron be oblivious. That's how I wrote her character, and I won't change her personality in that regard. It wouldn't feel right to me as the Author. Ron is still a bit oblivious, but now he's at least thinking about girls in that sense. Also, he's a teenager going through... changes. So I doubt that he would want to refuse getting kisses from one of the prettiest girls in his class. That'd be mental, remember Lavender... Coz I do.

Please Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not intend to make any money off of this. Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling , and I take no credit of it whatsoever.

I was also inspired by Demon Eyes Laharl's: THE RED KNIGHT! and also from Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES! I hope you check them out as well because they are genuinely very good stories.

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Fate

Chapter 47 – Taking His First Steps

Ronald Weasley's POV

March 8th, 1993 (Common Room – Past Midnight)

Malfoy's breath was hot on his face, and it reeked of alcohol. At least the apricot and apple blend gave it a bearable fragrance, but Ron didn't really care about that right now. The only thing that Ron cared about was the fact that not even five minutes ago he had seen Pansy die, and now Malfoy was in his face. And the fact that it was all coming back to Ron now… Malfoy's cruel words, his constant attempts to damage Ron's standing in Slytherin, his overall cowardly demeanor when dealing with Ron, but most of all, what he had called Daphne behind Ron's back. It was all coming back to Ron in a tidal wave of rage, rage so strong that his vision began to turn hazy.

"Answer me, Blood-Traitor!" Malfoy yelled in his face, showering Ron with spittle. "Too much of a coward to accept my Duel?!" Duel? Did I miss something? "I demand a Duel, Weasley! Fight me!"

"A Duel?" Ron asked in a deadly whisper, how drunk was Malfoy? "You want to Duel me?" Ron let out a mocking laugh at that, and Malfoy turned crimson with anger. Ron had a hard time controlling his laughter at the prospect of Dueling this idiot, something that made Malfoy pin Ron against the wall with even more force.

"I am the Heir of the Malfoy Family" Malfoy hissed, his face contorting in rage. "You're beneath me! Do you understand?!" Enough is enough. He started this fight, so technically I'm not breaking my promise to Daphne. Technically, this is just self-defense. Ron gripped Malfoy's forearms tightly, and he began to squeeze them as hard as he could. Malfoy winced from pain, and his grip on Ron began to loosen.

"I'm taller than you, Malfoy" Ron smirked. "Broader than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and more loved than you. From where I stand, you're beneath me… I am your better in every single aspect, and you know it…" Malfoy's eyes widened a bit, and he grit his teeth as Weasley held his forearms in a vice-like grip. And then, Weasley was towering over him.

"Let go…" Malfoy hissed, his face showing signs of pain. Ron tightened his grip even more, and that brought Malfoy to his knees. "Let go of me… Weasley, you're hurting me… Let go…"

"I don't think I will" Ron spat as he towered over Malfoy. "Look at you… So weak, so… vulnerable… You don't deserve to live… I should have let the Dark Lord kill you in the Forbidden Forest." Malfoy's eyes widened at the mad glint in Weasley's eyes, and the red-head's cruel smirk sent a shudder through him. But then, Weasley let him go and took a step back. What did I just say? What am I doing? Ron shot a quick look to Malfoy, and he saw that the boy was bent over and had his arms tucked into his stomach. "I… I'm sorry…" Ron mumbled as he took another step back, his back hitting the wall again. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I say that?!

Ron turned around and all but ran towards his room, something was wrong with him. He was just drunk, that had to be it. That was the only reason why he would say something like that, something so callous. That was the only reason why he enjoyed hurting Malfoy so much… Ron burst into his room, and he slammed the door shut behind him. No, that's not it… You've done this before, Ron. You did it to Potter too… You enjoyed hurting him, just like you enjoyed hurting Malfoy. Ron's stomach turned at the thought, and he was now certain that he was going to throw up. Ron stumbled into the bathroom, and he quickly found himself looking into the toilet. And then, Ron let it all out.

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Daphne Greengrass' POV

March 10th, 1993 (Lunch-Time)

It had been a couple of days since the party, and Daphne had noticed the change in Ron. His mood had once again done a turn-around, and that vexed her greatly. The party had been a huge success, and all of their goals had been achieved, but Ron didn't seem to care. He had disappeared into his own head again. Sure, he still spoke to them and made lame jokes, but he was closed off. He had spent most of Sunday and Monday in the library, going over random books about the Great War. It made no sense whatsoever, but Daphne was done taking guesses. She wanted answers behind his sudden shift in mood, and she wanted answers about the events that took place at the party.

Daphne had gotten rather drunk at the party, but that was mostly due to Tracey egging her on. And once most of her reasoning had gone out the window, she had started looking around for Ron. She wanted to drag him into a dark corner and kiss him senseless. She didn't even care if they got caught, she just wanted more of his kisses. But Ron had simply vanished into thin air. He had abandoned his own party, and he had left the rest of them to pick up the pieces.

After searching for Ron for nearly thirty minutes, Daphne had run into Blaise. He had also been looking for Ron, and he had told her that Ron had taken Pansy off of his hands for a bit. That did not sit well with Daphne, and so Daphne had marched down to her dorm. Daphne was ashamed to admit that she was completely consumed by jealousy, and a fear that Ron had hooked up with Pansy. But those worries died the moment she saw Pansy sleeping peacefully on Tracey's bed. Ron had sent her off to bed because she was too drunk, and that was it. Daphne was honestly surprised at how much relief she felt at seeing Pansy alone, and then she was filled with guilt.

She had no right to make such assumptions about Ron, or Pansy. And she had no right to feel this jealous because Ron and Daphne weren't dating. They were just… experimenting? She had no idea how Ron felt about their new relationship, but Daphne personally loved their new relationship. It was exciting, rebellious, and it was educational. She didn't have much experience with boys yet, considering that she was twelve, but she was really enjoying learning with Ron. She knew that he was enjoying it too, especially when she was more 'open' with him about her advances. Teasing him felt empowering, and kissing him sent shivers throughout her body.

"Daphne, hello?" came Tracey's voice, and Daphne was pulled from her thoughts.

"What is it?" Daphne asked Tracey. I was completely gone, wasn't I?

"We're heading to lunch" Pansy told her, a soft smile on her face. I wish she didn't black out the night, I really want to know what happened with Ron. His mood changed sometime after his encounter with her, so something must've happened when he dropped her off. Daphne nodded and followed her friends out of the common room.

"I'm so excited for D.A.D.A" Millie smiled widely. "I bet the Headmaster will teach us some more spells today!" Daphne and her friends blinked at Millie's excitement about studying, all of them except for Ron. He was just smiling at her rather proudly.

"And I bet I'll be the training dummy" Ron chuckled, and Millie sniggered.

"I'll take it easy on you" Millie smiled. "I'll only aim for below the head, I promise."

"How generous of you, Millicent" Ron smirked. Daphne watched in silence as Ron bantered with Millie, and she ignored the banter happening between the rest of her friends. She wanted to observe Ron's behavior to better understand what was causing his sudden mood shifts. Sure, he had done it before… But recently, it had been happening quite frequently. One day he was upset, the next day he was scary to be around, and then the next day Daphne didn't want to leave his side because he was nothing short of lovely. I will find out, I swear it.

"Daphne, stop staring at him" Tracey whispered from her right, and Daphne looked to her best friend. "It's kind of creepy" Tracey grinned.

"I'm not 'creepy', Trace" Daphne frowned.

"Could have fooled me" Tracey sniggered. "Even I was feeling uncomfortable, so imagine his reaction."

"He didn't see me…" Daphne said as she shot a quick look at Ron, and she saw him quickly avert his gaze. HE SAW ME! Daphne's cheeks flushed red, and she looked ahead immediately.

"Oh, he saw you alright" Tracey sniggered again, and Daphne glared at her. "Don't glare me, you're the creeper."

"I'm not a creeper" Daphne grit out, but Tracey just kept grinning. "Forget it, Tracey… I was just lost in thought, that's it."

"Following Ron's example, are we?" Tracey joked.

"So you've noticed it too?" Daphne whispered, and Tracey nodded.

"Everyone's noticed, Daph" Tracey shrugged. "Something happened, and now he's closed himself off again. But that's just how he is, so don't worry about it so much."

"How can I not?" Daphne frowned. "Normal people don't act this way."

"Ron is anything but normal" Tracey whispered, her tone highly amused. "And if you haven't noticed that, then you're never going to be able to get his attention." Oh, I have his attention. Far more than any of you know. Daphne felt that empowering rush again, but she kept her composure cold and calculating.

"What makes you think that I want his attention?" Daphne smirked, and Tracey blinked at her. "What if I told you that I've moved on?" This is fun. I bet Tracey has no clue about what Ron and I get up to when we're alone.

"Then I'd like to ask you for your blessing" Tracey smiled. "I want to try my hand at winning him over."

"What?" Daphne blinked, and Tracey grinned widely.

"You've moved on, right?" Tracey whispered. "So you won't mind if I ask Ron out?"

"A Lady shouldn't do the asking" Daphne replied, her composure weakening slightly. That was rather hypocritical, considering that I kissed him first. But what choice did I have? He was so oblivious before I acted. Now he at least thinks about girls in a different sense.

"I'm no Lady" Tracey shrugged. "And I bet that Ron prefers girls who don't act that way… I bet that he likes girls who are less… formal." No, he doesn't. He like me, and me alone!

"Go right ahead" Daphne said, her jealousy tinging her words. Tracey let out a playful giggle at that, and then she entangled their arms.

"I love you, Daph" Tracey sniggered. "You know that, right? You're so cute when you act like this."

"I don't know what you mean" Daphne huffed in indignation.

"Yes, you do" Tracey responded as they neared the steps leading into the Entrance Hall. "Ugh… Lunch is spoiled…" Tracey said suddenly, and Daphne looked at her with a confused look. Tracey was staring at someone entering the Great Hall, and so Daphne followed her gaze. It was Malfoy, and he was staring at them with a… nervous look. What's with that look? He never does anything but sneer at us. Daphne followed Malfoy's gaze to Ron, and she saw that Ron was staring at Malfoy with an indifferent look. Malfoy then turned around and walked straight into the Hall, and Daphne was left with even more questions.

"What was that?" Blaise asked Ron, and Ron shrugged.

"No idea…" Ron replied, it was clearly a lie. "I'm not really hungry, you guys go on ahead. I want to do some more study before Dumbledore's class."

"What?" Pansy asked. "Ron, you didn't have lunch yesterday either. And you barely ate any breakfast today, what's the matter?"

"Just not hungry, I guess" Ron shrugged again, and then he smiled at Pansy. "Don't worry about me, I'll see you guys in class." And then Ron just walked off, no doubt heading for the library again.

"Nothing wrong, my arse" Tracey frowned.

"Tracey… Language" Pansy sighed. "But I do agree with you, something has him on edge."

"What happened between you two after I handed you over to him?" Blaise asked in an aloof voice.

"I already told you" Pansy sighed. "I don't even remember most of the night… I shouldn't have drank so much…"

"Either way, something happened" Theo said as he began walking towards the Great Hall, and they all followed the weedy boy. "And my guess is that it has nothing to do with Pansy. I think it has something to do with Malfoy."

"Why Malfoy?" Daphne asked. Did he break his promise to me? Again?!

"I saw Malfoy skulking around after Ron disappeared" Theo shrugged. "I didn't think anything of it then, but after seeing that staring contest, I don't know… I remember Malfoy rubbing his forearms as he took a seat alone in the dark, he looked rather… disturbed."

"Maybe Ron taught him a private lesson?" Tracey asked, her voice happy again. "I hope Ron hurt that git, no one deserves it more." He promised me that he wouldn't.

"Daphne, are you alright?" Millie asked. "You've gone a bit red."

"I'm fine" Daphne lied. He broke his promise! Again! What was I thinking by telling him what Malfoy said? I already knew that he'd act rashly like he always does, but I still told him. "I'm going to the library too."

"What? Why?" Pansy asked.

"I want answers, and I'm going to go get them" Daphne huffed.

"Daphne, don't be foolish" Theo sighed. "If you prod him, he'll become even more closed off. He never tells anyone these things, you know that." He tells me, I just don't tell you what he says. Because unlike Ron, I keep my promises.

"I'm going" Daphne huffed again, and then she parted ways with them. She was more than glad to learn that none of them followed after her, she wanted to have a long, private conversation with Ron. She stomped her way to the library, her training in composure failing miserably. How could he break another promise to her? Why was she so stupid as to believe his words? She saw how angry he was, but after a few sweet words from him, she had completely ignored her instincts. She knew damn well that he would never let this go, it just wasn't in him to let things go. Ron was the sort to hold grudges, and he always made his enemies pay. Malfoy, Potter, Longbottom, and even Granger. He doesn't let things go, so why didn't I do more?

She had her answer as she neared the library, she couldn't think straight when he was around. He had a way of getting past her well-maintained guard, even if he didn't know it. His friendly demeanor and all-together different personality were… exotic in Slytherin. Even Daphne hadn't met someone like him before, and she was drawn to that. She was drawn to fact that he was something different from the mundane, conniving boys that she had grown up with. Tracey was a bit like Ron in that regard, and that's why she was Daphne's best friend. Tracey, like Ron, was exciting and fun to be around. But unlike Ron, Tracey wasn't a compulsive liar with violent tendencies. He broke his promise, and he did something stupid to Snape's Godson! Just when we solved the issue, he bungled it.

Daphne stepped into the dead quiet library, and she scanned the room. Unfortunately, it was too big and split into different Sections, and therefore she couldn't see him anywhere. Daphne sighed as she walked up to Madam Pince, the 'Harpy of the Library'.

"Excuse me, Madam Pince" Daphne whispered, and Madam Pince looked at her with her beady eyes. "I'm looking for a friend of mine, Ronald Weasley. Have you seen him enter the library by any chance?"

"The boy who eats in my library?" Madam Pince frowned, and Daphne nearly sighed. That sounds just like him. "He went into the Records Section, he's been spending a lot of time there recently."

"Thank you, Madam Pince" Daphne smiled. "And I would like to formally apologize for his behavior, he can be very immature sometimes. I will ask him to stop disrespecting your library." Madam Pince blinked at her, and then a soft smile graced her lips. Too easy.

"I hope you find him" Madam Pince said, and then she looked back to her ledger. Daphne quickly went towards the Records Section, and she found Ron hunched over a thick book. His back was facing her, and the sight of his well-maintained red hair made her frown. Liar… Promise-breaking, well-dressed git! Daphne walked up behind him silently, and she looked over his shoulder. Her breath hitched at what she saw, he was reading about the Dark Mark. Calm down, he doesn't know about father's Mark. He's probably just doing some light reading.

"Ahem" Daphne coughed in his right ear, and he jerked out of his seat.

"Daph?" Ron whispered, a worried look on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Daphne asked back childishly. Stop it, use your training. Don't let him get under your skin right now.

"I asked you first" Ron whispered, a sly smile breaking onto his face.

"Don't give me that smile, you liar" Daphne hissed. Damnit, there goes my composure. But just look at that smile! He's so… so irritating!

"Daph, what's wrong? How am I a liar?" Ron whispered, a nervous look on his face.

"You hurt Malfoy" Daphne reminded him, and his expression changed immediately. He looked… regretful. "You promised me that you wouldn't do that, Ron. You promised" she hissed as she barely kept herself from smacking his arm.

"He attacked me first" Ron muttered as he averted his gaze, and Daphne blinked. "I just gripped his forearms a little tightly… that's it…"

"Are you lying to me?" Daphne whispered, and he shook his head. "Ron, look at me" Daphne said as she put her left hand under his chin and turned his head to her. "Did he attack you first? Did you only 'grab' his arms?"

"I… said something…" Ron whispered as he looked into her eyes. They're a perfect shade of ocean blue, but they look… tired.

"What did you say?" Daphne whispered, her anger morphing into concern. The look of shame on his face made Daphne sigh, and she dropped her left hand. "You don't have to tell me, but Ron, I'm getting worried about you. Please tell me you didn't say something that will have consequences for the rest of us."

"No, I didn't" Ron told her. "It was something between me and Malfoy, that's it. I think we both regret our… encounter."

"How did he attack you?" Daphne asked softly.

"He pinned me against a wall, and then he told me that he wanted to Duel me" Ron whispered. "He said that he wanted to show me that he was better than me. I'm sorry, Daph… I know I promised, but I just couldn't…" he trailed off.

"He isn't better than you" Daphne whispered before she could even think, and Ron blinked at her. "You're a good person, and he isn't. That makes you infinitely better…" He got past my guard again. But look at him, he looks so upset. I don't like seeing him like this.

"What if he can be a good person?" Ron whispered to himself, and Daphne was completely surprised.

"What?" Daphne whispered.

"Nothing…" Ron hung his head and sighed. "It's nothing…" Daphne walked right up to up him, and her face hovered inches from his. Ron was tall for his age, so she had to tilt her head up slightly.

"Ron, talk to me" Daphne whispered, and she saw his cheeks go red because of their closeness. "I want to help you, I want to listen to what's troubling you. You know I do." Ron's eyes darted to her lips, and Daphne's stomach suddenly felt light and full of butterflies. No, talk to him. Don't give in… This is important.

"Do you remember our deal?" Ron asked softly, the scent of jasmines and sandalwood filling her lungs. He smells so nice. Maybe I should ask Marty to launder my clothes as well.

"Our deal?" Daphne asked softly.

"We said that we'd give each other a kiss if the other person was feeling down about something" Ron reminded her, and Daphne's stomach did another flip.

"Are you feeling down about something?" Daphne asked softly, and Ron nodded slowly. Daphne leaned up and pecked his lips. "Still feeling down?" Ron nodded again, a small smile on his lips now. Daphne leaned up again and gave him another peck. His lips are really soft.

"Can I have one more?" Ron whispered, and Daphne gave him another kiss. I don't even care that he won again. This is so much better than arguing. "Your lips are really soft…" Ron whispered.

"I was just thinking the same thing" Daphne smiled.

"That your lips are soft?" Ron asked slowly, and Daphne's smile fell.

"You're an idiot, Ron" Daphne frowned, but Ron just grinned. He… UGH! "You're an arse…"

"I know" Ron shrugged, and this time he kissed her.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

March 10th, 1993 (D.A.D.A Classroom – Second Half)

All it took was one private meeting with Daphne, and now his mood was significantly better. He had completely forgotten about his research into the Dark Lord's fear tactics because they had spent the remainder of the lunch break sneaking around the library. Daphne had found a random book to look busy, and then they had found an isolated corner. Daphne told him more about Paris, and about her plans to show him the sights. And he told her of his worries about the 'Veela problem', something that made her rather angry. But it was the cute sort of anger, at least in Ron's eyes. Daphne was clearly jealous, but she was mostly angry on his behalf. She didn't want him to be cheated, and that kind of loyalty made Ron forget his troubles. There has to be some way to avoid their allures, I can't let Lord Greengrass down.

"Now that we have finished up with our revision on Fire Crabs, Imps, and Gargoyles" Dumbledore smiled at them. "Let's learn a new spell, shall we?" Every student in the class beamed, and Seamus Finnegan let out a whistle. "Can anyone tell me what the spell 'Stupefy' does?" Ron put his hand up immediately, but so did Hermione.

"Ronald?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Stupefy, also known as the Stunning Charm, can be used to render a target unconscious" Ron answered, and he did his best to ignore Hermione's pout. Sorry Hermione, but I need to impress this man. "It is used frequently in Dueling as it can end the Duel without causing any lasting damage to one's opponents. Its Counter-Charm is the Reviving Spell, Rennervate."

"Excellent answer" Dumbledore beamed, and Ron felt Theo nudge him excitedly. "Let's have a demonstration, shall we? Everyone, line-up in the center of the room." The students quickly moved into place, and there was a bit of shoving and pushing. Dumbledore waved his left hand, and all the desks slid across the room and were placed at the walls. Ron was rather awed by this, but no one else seemed to think much of it. That's just like what the Heir did to me… I need to learn that. I can just imagine how practical this form of the Levitation Charm can be in a fight. The Heir showed me that. "Ronald, since you answered the question, why don't you give the demonstration?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling at Ron. He's giving me a chance to impress him?

"Of course, Headmaster" Ron smiled as he made his way to the front of the line. Dumbledore conjured up a test dummy that looked just like the ones inside the Sanctuary. Hello again, my old friend. Come to get your arse kicked again, have you?

"Whenever you are ready, Ronald" Dumbledore smiled. The Stunning Charm was generally taught in fourth year, but somehow Dumbledore knew that Ronald already knew how to cast it. Ron drew his beautiful wand, and he took on a defensive stance, the tip of his wand aimed at the ground ahead of him.

"Stupefy" Ron chanted as he slashed his wand upwards, and a red light flew out of his wand and struck the dummy in the chest. The dummy reeled back and hit the wall, and Ron's classmates had differing reactions. Some clapped excitedly, others released awed gasps, and one arsehole scoffed.

"Well done, Ronald" Dumbledore beamed. "Five points to Slytherin for being able to cast a fourth year spell perfectly. Well done." Ron smiled, and he gave Dumbledore a respectful nod. Yes, be impressed. Let me into the Order. I'll be your best friend. Hehe. "Now, let's see everyone else try." Ron moved towards the back of the line, and he got some nods and smiles.

"Well done, Ron" Lavender said as he passed her, and he gave her a smile.

"Good luck, you've got this" Ron said to her, and she smiled more widely. Ron then stood at the back of the line with Theo, and Theo smirked at him.

"Care to give me any pointers?" Theo asked.

"Dumbledore is explaining how to do it right now" Ron smirked.

"I can't hear him back here" Theo shrugged with his own smirk.

"Well, in that case, of course I'll help you" Ron chuckled. "It's simple, keep your wand facing the ground. Then slash it upwards, and say the incantation when the tip of your wand is aimed at where you want the spell to go. Don't slash too fast, or you'll miss the target. But don't do it too slowly either, because that ruins the spell due to improper wand movement. Got it?"

"I think so" Theo nodded, a serious look on his face. "Where'd you learn this? Is this from your brother Charlie?"

"Yeah, pretty much" Ron shrugged. "I also practice often within the Sanctuary, but you already know that."

"Oh, we do" Theo gave him disgusted look, and Ron blinked. "You smell like shite after your 'training sessions'…"

"I don't smell like…" Ron muttered, but then he stopped. Do I?

"The truth will set you free, mate" Theo grinned. "You know it's true, don't you?"

"Shut up, or I'll throw a stunner at you next" Ron frowned, and Theo sniggered. Do I really smell that bad afterwards? Wait, I usually sit near the girls. If Theo can smell me, then they definitely can. Oh Merlin, no.

"Is the Prodigy blushing?" Theo sniggered, and Ron clenched his jaw.

"You're an arsehole, did you know that?" Ron shot back.

"From the day that I was born" Theo grinned, and Ron sighed in defeat.

"Just concentrate on getting your stunner right" Ron told Theo. "The love of your life is watching, you don't want to go embarrassing yourself."

"The love of my life?" Theo asked.

"Malfoy" Ron replied casually. "Don't deny it, mate. I've seen the desire in your eyes when you shoot him quick looks." Theo just stared at Ron, while Ron kept a straight face.

"It's his hair that gets me…" Theo sighed, and Ron had to stifle his laugh. "How does he keep it so slicked back? I just need to know, mate."

"Stop…" Ron bit his tongue.

"And I do love a brooding rich boy" Theo sighed again. Oh shite!

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Tracey turned around and asked, her face a mixture of disgust and confusion.

"A handsome prince" Theo fake swooned, and Ron let out a quiet wheeze.

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March 10th, 1993 (End of D.A.D.A)

"Ronald, stay behind a moment please" Dumbledore called, and Ron stopped in his tracks. Another chat? Is he going to suggest that I 'talk' to Pomfrey again? Wait, what the hell is a Mind-Healer anyway? Does it involve cool spells? Most of the class shot him quick looks, especially the Golden Trio. Potter's gaze lingered on Ron the longest, and he was the last student to leave the classroom. My vision from before showed me that he was clearly jealous of my relationship with Dumbledore. Talk about entitled… Bastard already won the House-Cup, and now he's eyeballing me for something that I have no control over.

"Headmaster, what can I do for you?" Ron asked after everyone was gone. Dumbledore smiled at him fondly, and Ron took a seat at the front of the class.

"I wanted to talk to you about my suggestion" Dumbledore smiled as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Have you given it any thought?"

"Which suggestion?" Ron feigned ignorance.

"Ronald, don't play games" Dumbledore chuckled. "This is meant to be a serious conversation."

"I am serious" Ron grinned, but Dumbledore's kind smile wore him down. "I have… For both suggestions."

"And?" Dumbledore asked.

"I want to set the date of my Re-Sorting for the last day of the term" Ron replied.

"I see" Dumbledore nodded. "This gives you plenty of time to talk your parents out of their decision. Smart choice."

"Thank you, Headmaster" Ron smiled.

"And what of Madam Pomfrey?" Dumbledore asked.

"Headmaster, I'm not even sure about what a Mind-Healer does" Ron admitted. I bet it has cool spells though. Mind-Healer. It certainly sounds awesome. Does it involve healing one's mind with powerful magic?

"I see" Dumbledore responded. "I thought from your earlier reaction that you already knew."

"Sorry about that" Ron smiled sheepishly. "I just got really angry at the prospect of being called…" Ron trailed off.

"A 'crazy person'?" Dumbledore smiled softly, and Ron nodded. "Well, allow me to enlighten on what a Mind-Healer does. Mind-Healers, as the name suggests, mend the mind rather than the body. They help their patients better understand their own troubles, and they work to bring their patients closure or a sense of clarity."

"They just… talk?" Ron blinked. "No cool spells?" How boring.

"No, no 'cool spells' Ronald" Dumbledore chuckled heartily. "Though they can prescribe certain Potions such as the Sleeping Draught, or the Draught of Peace."

"And Madam Pomfrey is a Mind-Healer?" Ron asked slowly. "I thought she was just the Head Nurse."

"There are requirements to becoming the Matron of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Ronald" Dumbledore replied. "Madam Pomfrey had a very successful career at St. Mungo's before I enlisted her to be one of my staff."

"She did?" Ron asked.

"Of course, my boy" Dumbledore replied. "Did you think that she just started working here right out of Hogwarts?" Ron nodded at that, and Dumbledore chuckled again. "No, she was quite sought after actually. But I enlisted her at the start of the 1970 school year."

"1970 school year?" Ron asked, that date sounded familiar. The Great War started in 1970, I just read about that. "So when the Great War started… You wanted a talented Head Nurse to protect the students?" Dumbledore blinked at that, but then a small smile broke onto his face.

"Astounding perception, Ronald" Dumbledore said in awe. "Truly astounding. I sometimes forget that you aren't just an ordinary thirteen year old boy, but then you quickly remind me of your brilliance. Tell me, how does your mind work?"

"I just see what others don't" Ron replied, a blush on his cheeks. Like the future. The horrible, piece of shite future.

"Like with Peter Pettigrew" Dumbledore rubbed his chin. "You noticed that he was a garden rat with an extraordinarily long life, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did" Ron lied.

"Such a simple detail, and yet no one noticed" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "And yes Ronald, you are right about why I hired Madam Pomfrey. And it didn't take much persuasion on my part, if I'm being honest."

"I'm guessing that you told her it was because of the War" Ron figured, and Dumbledore gave a thoughtful nod. "And knowing her, she all but volunteered to protect the students. It was a smart choice to pick her for the position, considering that she was so 'sought after'."

"I'm glad you agree" Dumbledore smiled. "But enough about such dark times, let us speak of the present. Will you reconsider my request?"

"Headmaster, I… I don't know…" Ron sighed, he didn't really want anyone poking around in his head. Plus, I'm not good at talking about my 'feelings'.

"There is no shame in it, Ronald" Dumbledore smiled kindly. "It will make you stronger, less burdened. Many witches and wizards see Mind-Healers, believe me."

"Do you?" Ron asked bluntly.

"I used to" Dumbledore replied truthfully, if this is what it took then so be it. "After the Great War ended, I saw Poppy myself. It was a dark time, and she helped me come to terms with all that we lost." Well, I didn't see that coming. "There is no shame in it, Ronald" Dumbledore repeated.

"I'll… think about it, I promise" Ron said truthfully.

"That is all I ask" Dumbledore smiled. "Now, off you go. Your friends are no doubt waiting for you outside."

"Headmaster, before I go, can I ask you another question?" Ron asked. Maybe he can teach me how to use the Levitation Charm without a wand?

"Of course" Dumbledore replied.

"When you moved all the tables to the sides of the room, did you use a wandless Levitation Charm?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore smiled widely.

"You show me your brilliance again, Ronald" Dumbledore beamed. "Yes, I did indeed."

"Can you… teach me?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore cocked his head slightly. "If you have any spare time, that is." Dumbledore just stared at Ron with a smile, and Ron felt his resolve weaken. Just say no if you want, but please stop staring at me.

"If I remember correctly, you still have an open invitation to my Office" Dumbledore smiled. "I am free on Sundays, Ronald. Perhaps we can play another game of chess, or teach you the basics of Wandless Magic."

"Wandless Magic, please" Ron grinned. "I'll see you on Sunday, Headmaster. Thank you!"

"Run along now" Dumbledore chuckled, and Ron got out of his chair. "And you will see me on Friday, during your class."

"Oh… right" Ron grinned. "Goodbye, Headmaster." Ron then turned around and walked towards the exit, a massive smile on his face. Albus Dumbledore is going to personally teach me Wandless Magic! It should be a crime to be this happy! As soon as Ron exited the classroom, he came face to face with his friends.

"Finally" Blaise sighed. "I was getting sick of waiting around for you."

"Blaise, don't be a jerk" Pansy frowned at him, and Blaise rolled his eyes. Pansy. The sight of her made his chest hurt, but he was getting better at masking his pain. She didn't deserve that.

"I'm just glad that he's back" Tracey frowned. "I'm sick of Theo's mightier-than-Merlin attitude."

"Not my fault that you all failed such a simple spell" Theo shrugged with an arrogant smirk. "Not you of course, Ron. You and I are cut from a different cloth than these… peasants."

"Theo, I will punch you in the head" Millie growled, but Theo just chuckled.

"And mostly everyone failed the spell" Daphne said coldly. "Potter, Granger, and Ron were the only exceptions."

"And me" Theo added.

"Ron told you how to do it!" Tracey snapped.

"That's hearsay, and it is inadmissible in the context of this conversation" Theo said smoothly. "Regardless of the cause, I still threw out a perfect stunner at that dummy."

"I'm gonna kill you!" Millie tried to lunge at Theo, but Theo shrieked and ran behind Ron.

"Oh shite, help me" Theo sniggered, and Ron stood his ground.

"Millie, please just ignore him" Ron said to the angry girl. And please don't go through me.

"Ron, move out of the way" Blaise said. "Let Millie kick his arse a little."

"Ron, I'm your friend" Theo whispered in his left ear. "Protect me…"

"Millie, please calm down" Ron chuckled. "He's just being a tosser." Millie clenched her jaw, and she shot Theo an annoyed look.

"You're lucky that Ron's here" Millie said in a threatening voice.

"Thank you, Mills" Ron smiled, but she just grunted in displeasure.

"I love you, mate" Theo whispered in his left ear. "You'll always protect me from these Banshees, won't you?" Always protect you… No, I don't think I can. None of them executed that stunner right, did they? Even Theo only got it right because I showed him how. They need to learn to protect themselves, I can't make them dependent on me. If Pansy knew how to… Ron's chest tightened at the thought.

"Ron?" came Daphne's voice, and he blinked at her.

"Yes?" Ron asked.

"Where did you go?" Daphne asked. "We said that we're leaving…"

"Right, leaving…" Ron nodded, and his friends just stared at him. Ron then began following his friends, his mind occupied by his thoughts. They needed to learn how to defend themselves. There was a fucking war on the way, and none of them could even cast a damn stunner… That had to change. They had to be strong enough to take care of themselves, Pansy needed to be strong enough to take care of herself. Maybe it's time that I share some of Charlie's knowledge?

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Percy Weasley's POV

March 13th, 1993 (Headmaster's Office - Evening)

It was Friday evening, and dinner was about to be served soon. But Percy would miss it tonight, because tonight, he was going home. His conversation with Ron had been burning a hole through his head for the entire week, and when he realized that he couldn't even focus on his studies, Percy knew that he had to act. But he had decided to act alone…

The reason behind this was simple. Ron and the twins were too emotional right now, Ron especially. His little brother seemed to working through his hardships with the help of his friends, and while Percy was extremely grateful to the six Slytherins, Percy knew that they hadn't made much progress. Ron wasn't the type to spill his guts to just anyone, let alone his friends. But he had trusted Percy with his feelings, and so Percy was honor-bound as his older brother to act accordingly.

Percy had wanted to bring the twins in as backup, but they were a guilt-ridden mess. And instead of trying to patch things up with Ron, the duo had started pranking the student body with a renewed vigor. And who was their main target? The Slytherins… Percy didn't even know what to say about that, but he did understand why they were doing it. They were unconsciously, or consciously, blaming the Slytherins for Ron being so different. Merlin forbid they blame themselves for being utter tossers to the poor boy, but no… No, they had begun a war on the older Slytherins. Something that would no doubt come back to bite Ron on his arse, and not the twins. I'll deal with them after this. First mum and dad, and then those two morons.

"Sorry, Percy" came Dumbledore's voice as he entered his own Office.

"Headmaster" Percy gave a respectful bow. "Please do not apologize, I am the one asking for your time."

"Very well" Dumbledore chuckled. "What may I do for you?"

"Headmaster, I wish to visit my Family home tonight" Percy said firmly, he had to show proper respect and strength.

"And is there a reason for this request?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"My little brother's Re-Sorting is the reason" Percy replied, both wizards standing as equals. That's what Percy respected most about Dumbledore, the old wizard never treated others as his lesser. Despite Percy's poverty, and his father's reputation, Dumbledore always showed Percy proper respect.

"You wish to convince your parents that it is a mistake?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling in merriment.

"I do, Headmaster" Percy nodded firmly. "This decision does not benefit Ron in any way, and if anything, it hinders him. It hinders his future success, and it damages his relationships with his friends and our parents."

"In that case, very well" Dumbledore beamed. "Please feel free to use my floo network, it is already linked with The Burrow."

"Thank you, Headmaster" Percy said gratefully, and then he moved towards the fireplace.

"Percy" Dumbledore called, and Percy turned to face the old wizard. "You are doing a marvelous thing, and you should be proud of yourself. Just as Ronald will be, and just as I am."

"Thank you" Percy responded, and he couldn't stop his smile from breaking out.

"Good luck, my boy" Dumbledore said, and then the Headmaster walked back out of the room. I'll need it, if I'm being honest. I've never fought against mum and dad before, despite our disagreements. Percy took a handful of floo powder, and he cast it into the fireplace. The flames blazed green after he called out for The Burrow, and Percy stepped through.

His senses were immediately engulfed by the sensations of being home. He could smell his mother's delicious home cooking, Ginny's laughter rang in his ears, the sight of his family's cozy living room brought a smile to his lips, and he could feel the warm temperature of the house that was caused by his mother's Charms. Percy knew that they didn't have much, and although he hated their financial situation, Percy still loved this house. Percy quickly made his way into the kitchen, and he saw his mother, father, and little sister sitting on the dining table.

"Evening" Percy greeted them, and his family's eyes almost popped out of their heads.

"Percy?" his mother called, and then a huge smile broke onto her face. "Percy, what in Merlin's name are you doing here?" his mother laughed as she walked up and hugged him tightly.

"Thought I'd come and have a chat" Percy smiled as he awkwardly hugged her back. "And yes dad, I got the Headmaster's permission to be here."

"I'd never doubt that, son" his father beamed as he too got up to hug his son. Percy had an easier time hugging his father, they used to do it quite often when he was younger. I don't think I've ever seen dad hug Ron casually. Percy then looked to a startled Ginny, and his eyes fell on the Eagle-Owl perched on her right shoulder.

"Is that… Helios?" Percy blinked, and the Eagle-Owl hooted in response. "What's he doing here?"

"He's keeping me company…" Ginny said softly as she averted her eyes.

"Aren't you going to come and hug me?" Percy asked, a sad smile on his face. She's been through so much. She was laughing until I showed up, so I guess she isn't ready to be around other people just yet. Helios hopped off of her shoulder, and then he hooted at her. Ginny stared at Helios for a couple of seconds, and then she slowly got up and approached Percy. She hugged his middle lightly, and he put his long arms around her and squeezed her lovingly. "I'm really happy to see you, Ginny" Percy said, and she tightened her hug. Why is she wearing a jumper? It's rather warm in here.

"I'm sorry" Ginny mumbled into his school uniform.

"Shhh, don't be" Percy comforted her. "No one blames you because none of it was your fault. Don't ever forget that." Ginny gave him a tight squeeze, and Percy was shocked by her strength. My back… Ginny then let him go, and she gave him a rare smile. Ginny never usually smiled at him, not unless she was mocking him, so this was a welcome change.

"I need to talk to mum and dad about something serious, Ginny" Percy told her. "So you should head upstairs." Ginny pouted at that.

"Is this about Ron?" Ginny asked bluntly, and Percy just blinked. She's quite perceptive. Percy felt his parents tense at that, and he didn't know why, but that made him feel rather irritated. "What is happening with him? I want to know."

"Not now, love" their mother said lovingly. "Head on upstairs, this is adult business." Ginny's pout got even worse, but she at least listened. She walked up the stairs rather dramatically, and Helios flew up after her. Ever the princess, eh? And why is that bird here? Did Ron send Helios to watch over her? That's a rather beautiful gesture. But then again, he loves her more than anyone in the family. It's not just mum and dad who spoil her, Ron would give her anything she wished for if she asked him.

"Son, have you eaten?" his father asked, a soft smile on his face.

"No, dad" Percy shook his head. "But I'm not here for dinner, I'm here to talk about Ron."

"Eat something first, dear" his mother ushered him to a seat. "You're looking rather thin… Don't they feed you up there?"

"They feed us fine, mum" Percy rolled his eyes. "But please just listen, I'm here to talk about Ron."

"After dinner, dear" his mother said as she piled food onto his plate. "We can talk after dinner."

"Alright, but you're not getting out of this" Percy frowned. "This conversation is happening, whether you like it or not."

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March 13th, 1993 (The Burrow – After Dinner)

His family had already eaten when he had walked in, so it was an especially awkward dinner as he ate alone in complete silence. His mother was quick to start cleaning the dishes, and his father just sat there with a guilty look on his face as he drank his beer. Once Percy had finished his delicious meal, his mother took his dish to the sink. With all of that out of the way, his mother joined his father and sat across from Percy.

"Can we talk now?" Percy asked, his parents nodded.

"How is he?" his mother asked. "Is he eating well? Does he look peaky?"

"He doesn't eat much" Percy replied truthfully, he had noticed his brother's absence at the Great Hall one too many times. "And he looks sick all the time. Pale, with dark circles under his eyes. I imagine he doesn't sleep much either."

"No…" his mother muttered meekly. "Why?"

"Because of you two" Percy replied bluntly, and his parents flinched. This is going to be brutal, I can see it now. "You've hurt him… Both of you. And it's a miracle that he is still functioning. If it weren't for his friends constantly trying to make him happy, I don't even want to contemplate the consequences of your actions."

"So you know everything?" his father asked, the man's usually happy personality subdued.

"I do" Percy nodded. "I know about the letter you sent him when he first got sorted, I know you struck him in front of other people, and I know that you're trying to rip him away from his friends."

"Not his friends" his father quickly amended, his tone saddened. "Just Slytherin, and only Slytherin…"

"That's not how he sees it" Percy replied with a frown.

"You've talked to him?" his mother asked, her eyes already teary. Don't forget that you're here for Ron's sake. Don't give up your resolve.

"I have…" Percy nodded slowly. "Me and the twins, that is. Though we wish that we hadn't…"

"Why?" his mother asked. "Is he… angry?"

"Angry?" Percy repeated in surprise, did they really have no clue what their actions were doing to Ron? "He's furious!" His parents flinched at his sudden outburst, and Percy quickly composed himself. "He's bitter, and downright venomous. The way he spoke to us… He wanted nothing to do with this family anymore, and you've driven him to that point."

"We only want what's best for him, Percy" his father said, his voice slightly firmer than before.

"Do you?" Percy asked, and his parents blinked at him. His mother was already crying softly, and his father's face had become rather red. "Is that what you tell yourself? That you want what's best for Ron? Then allow me to shatter that illusion, because what you're doing, it's only best for you."

"Arthur…" his mother turned to his father. "Please listen to Percy, I've told you that we've made a mistake… Just end this, please…" Percy was honest to Merlin stunned silent at that. So dad truly is the one behind this? I didn't fully believe Ron when he told us, but now I know it's true.

"That house…" his father grit out, his hands turning into shaky fists. "I can't have my son in there when the Dark Lord returns… I can't leave him in that place alone…"

"The Dark Lord?" Percy muttered, that was unexpected.

"He attacked Ron in his first year" his father reminded Percy. "He possessed Ginny in order to re-open the Chamber of Secrets…"

"Ginny was possessed by… him?" Percy blinked. He had known that Ginny was possessed by the Heir, but he had no clue that the Dark Lord was the Heir.

"He will return, Perce" his father told him. "Dumbledore says it himself, it's only a matter of time… We can't leave Ronnie down there all by himself. You understand, don't you?" Percy just stared at his father's pleading face, and he understood now that his father was doing this out of love. But that doesn't make it right.

"You're afraid of losing him?" Percy asked his father.

"Yes, I am" his father nodded. "I'm scared for his safety, and I'm scared of what he's learning down there. I'm scared that he won't be our Ronnie if he's down there for too long."

"Well, then you have only yourself to fear" Percy said in a soft tone, and his father blinked at him. "You're losing him because of this, not because of what his house-mates say to him. We're all losing him because of this. He was so… so hateful towards me and the twins. He threatened to beat Fred and George into the Hospital Wing, just like he did to Harry." His mother gasped at that. "He even threw the fact that you got me Hermes instead of getting him his own wand in my face. That's how bad this is… And there's a lot more…"

"A lot more?" his mother wept, she was looking down in order to hide her face from her son.

"He knows that you cried from disappointment when he was born" Percy replied bluntly, they needed to hear this. They need to wake up, and they need to talk to him.

"What?" his father asked, his entire face losing its blood. "How…?"

"The twins mocked him with it when he was younger" Percy replied truthfully. "He's known for years, as far as I know."

"No…" his mother let out a sob that shook her entire body. "No…"

"How could those two…?" his father grit out, his eyes becoming misty.

"Because they could" Percy replied. "Because your neglect… Our neglect… showed the twins that Ron was an easy target. One that no one in this family would protect. And I don't know why, but he put up with this treatment his entire life. But now… Now he won't put up with it, and he's all but ready to walk away from us."

"Pandora told me…" his mother just cried to herself. "She was right…"

"Percy, what do you mean by 'he's ready to walk away'?" his father asked, his fear etched upon his face. "Did he say that?"

"He didn't" Percy replied. "But if you had been in that room with him… Merlin, dad… I haven't been able to think of anything else all week. He was just… There was nothing but hate and rage in his words… He wanted to hurt us in any way that he could, I know it." I won't tell them that he made up with me, or that he told me that he loves me. Because they need to act, and I'm going to all but shove them out of the door if I have to. "If he was so angry at us, then just imagine what he feels for you two…"

"I… I can't bear to…" his father muttered, he looked utterly defeated. Everyone had told him to stop this, but he hadn't listened. A small part of him believed that Ron would eventually move past this, but Percy's revelations had shattered that small part into a million, unrecoverable pieces.

"Well, you have to" Percy said firmly, his own eyes stinging due to saying these things to them. He knew that he was hurting them, but they had to see the damage that they were causing his little brother. "And you have to talk to him, dad. Before his rage turns into something that drives him to walk away forever. He's just a kid, dad… And you're putting so much on him… He has the highest grades in his class, he trains to become a better wizard every day, he works at the age of thirteen, and he also has so much pressure on him to succeed at his work. But instead of supporting him, you're hurting your own son… You're both just hurting him." Percy slowly stood up at that. "Stop hurting my little brother, or you'll lose me too…" With that, Percy walked towards the living room.

"Percy, wait" his mother got up and followed after him. Percy stopped dead in his tracks, but not because his mother had called out to him. Ginny… She was standing on the top steps of the staircase, her cheeks covered with tear tracks. "Percy, don't go…" his mother stopped midsentence as she saw her daughter glaring down at her.

"How could you?!" Ginny screamed at their mother, and then she stomped her foot and ran away.

"Ginny, sweetheart!" his mother cried as she ran up the stairs, and Percy heard a door slam shut. No…

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Ronald Weasley's POV

March 14th, 1993 (Breakfast – Early Morning)

Ron rubbed his forehead with his gloved hand, his fucking headache was back. It had been coming and going all week, and Ron figured that it was happening because he wasn't sleeping properly. But how could he sleep when every time he closed his eyes, he saw an endless gravel pathway and his dead friend? The worst part of this was the fact that people were catching on. His skin had a sickly pale color to it, there were noticeable dark bags under his eyes, and he was barely keeping his eyes open most of the time. He was a fucking mess, and everyone could see it. On the plus side, the female population of the school that was around his age were rather… sympathetic.

Ron smirked to himself as he finished up his breakfast. He cleaned his mouth with a napkin, and then he began making his way out of the Great Hall. His research had been going well, and he had learned a lot more about the Great War. The most intriguing thing that he read about was the Dark Mark, and how it served the Dark Lord as a symbol of power and fear. The Dark Lord branded the Head of every single prominent Pure-Blood Family that joined him as a way to show them that he was in charge. He no doubt called it a 'great honor', but Ron could guess his real purpose. And his followers cast the Dark Mark over any of their attack sights in order to illicit terror amongst the locals. The more Ron read about the Dark Mark, the more he came to realize that Lord Greengrass most likely bore the Mark too. He was, after all, on the Dark Lord's side during the Great War. Father never really hid that fact, nor do any of the other adults.

Why his mentor chose to help a madman was beyond Ron, but Ron decided to give Lord Greengrass the benefit of the doubt. Not only was his mentor fair to him, but he had also treated Ron with respect and even love. So Ron decided to look past the Mark that most likely blemished Lord Greengrass' left forearm. It doesn't matter why he did what he did, what matters is that I'll slowly bring him towards Dumbledore's side. With his wealth and influence, we'll have a much better chance at winning.

And speaking of the upcoming war, Ron's friends were driving him mad. He had been trying so hard to get them to learn some self-defense, but they each found a way to grate his nerves. Pansy and Daphne refused to train at all because they didn't want to become sweaty and look 'unladylike'. Tracey treated Ron's teachings as a joke. Theo was a lazy piece of shite. Blaise lost all interest after the first hour. The only person that tried their best was Millie. Thank Merlin for Millie, because if she wasn't there, Ron would have killed his friends in a fit of rage. He even tried to tell them that this was for their own sakes, and that one day, the Dark Lord might return. Unfortunately, that had completely ruined what little motivation they had. Probably shouldn't tell them that they might die if they aren't prepared, most people my age can't understand something so… grim.

"Ron, wait!" came a sweet voice, and Ron turned to see Clara Martyris walking up to him. She was smiling pleasantly at him, and she was carrying a school bag. "I'm glad that I caught you before you left for work."

"Clara, what is it?" Ron asked, but instead of answering him, she gave Ron a worried look.

"Ron, you look dreadful" she said softly, and then she put her right hand over his left cheek. She rubbed her thumb gently just below his left eye, and she looked rather concerned. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Don't get much sleep" Ron chuckled. "No rest for the wicked, and all that…"

"I'm not being funny this time, Ron" Clara said, her face showing no humor. "You look really sick, you need to go to the Hospital Wing."

"I'm fine, Clara" Ron sighed. "I'm just… stressed."

"The Chess Tournament" Clara guessed, and Ron nodded. Let's go with that over seeing my Pansy's battered corpse all the time. "No one your age should be this stressed, Ron."

"I'm fine, I swear" Ron told her. "Now, what did you want to talk about? I can't be late for work, Lord Greengrass doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Here" Clara said as she handed him the school bag. "Notes from third and fourth year, as promised." Third and Fourth year?

"I only asked for third year…" Ron said softly.

"I know" Clara smiled. "But I convinced the girls to give you our fourth year notes as well. It's my way of apologizing to you."

"Apologizing? For what?" Ron asked. What did she do? Did she tell someone something that I told her? Wait, I've never told her anything. Stop being paranoid.

"I drank too much during the party" Clara said, a soft smile on her face. "And then I did something with you that you're too young for."

"Oh…" Ron blushed. "That… It's alright, I didn't mind…"

"I'm sure you didn't" Clara smiled more widely. "But teasing is one thing, what I did was inappropriate." She then put her soft hands over his cheeks. "I never want to do anything to hurt you like that again, Ron. I'm sorry."

"It's okay…" Ron muttered as he stared into her brown eyes. "But I have to ask… Why do care if you hurt me?"

"Because we like you, Ron" Clara smiled at him. "You're different… Special… So please, go to the Hospital Wing tonight when you come back from work. And please get some more rest." Clara then leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Ron was just dazed by that, and he nodded slowly. She removed her hands from his cheeks, and Ron slowly turned around and walked towards Snape's Office. He missed Clara giving his back a genuinely worried look. Ron knocked on Snape's door, his mind still on Clara's odd behavior. He had no idea that they actually liked him, he had always figured that they used him because he was clever.

"Come in" came Snape's voice, and Ron entered the Office and shut the door behind him. "Taking your homework to work, Mr. Weasley?"

"Um… No, Sir" Ron smiled, and Snape eyed the bag. "May I leave this here with you?"

"What is in the bag, Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked coldly.

"Notes on third and fourth year" Ron admitted, Snape would never tattle on him.

"You like to study in advance, I remember" Snape nodded curtly, a small smirk appearing on his emotionless face. "By all means, leave the bag with me. I will take care of it in your absence."

"Thank you, Sir" Ron smiled gratefully as he walked up and handed the bag to Snape. Snape took the bag, and he placed it under his desk. Then Snape looked at Ron's face, and a frown replaced his smirk. Oh shite, what did I do?

"Mr. Weasley, when was the last time you slept?" Snape asked.

"Last night" Ron lied.

"Try again…" Snape all but growled.

"It's been a week since I got a proper night's rest…" Ron admitted, he really needed to fix his complexion.

"I see" Snape nodded. "You may leave for work now, but when you return, we will have words."

"Yes, Sir" Ron nodded slowly, and then he went to the fireplace. He could feel Snape's black eyes following him, but he did his best to ignore them. Once he got to the fireplace, Ron threw in the floo powder as he called for Greengrass Manor. As soon as the fire blaze green, Ron stepped through it. He didn't want to be under Snape's scrutinizing look for any longer than necessary. The scene changed from a dark, damp Potions Office into a beautiful, bright greeting room as Ron stepped through the flames. And it was made brighter by a little blonde girl bolting towards him with a massive smile on her face.

"RON!" came Tori's usual squeal, and Ron braced himself. But this time she didn't throw herself on him, instead she stopped right in front of him. Ron would be lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed, he rather enjoyed Tori's affection. "Ron… You look so… sick."

"Good morning to you too, my little Lady" Ron chuckled. "You look as beautiful as always." Tori's cheeks went rosy, and she smiled softly.

"Really?" Tori asked.

"Yes, really" Ron smiled. "How are you today, Tori?"

"I'm doing well" Tori replied as she eyed his pale features. "Ron, are you sure you're alright? Mummy! Ron looks really sick!"

"Tori, shhh" Ron tried to shush her, but it was already too late. Lady Greengrass had just entered the greeting room as Tori had called out to her, and now she was walking up to Ron with a quickened pace.

"Ron, my word…" Mary said as she scanned his face. "Are you ill?"

"I am fine, Mary" Ron smiled. "And may I just tell you, your radiance this morning puts the Sun to shame." A small smile appeared on Mary's face, but she quickly schooled her features.

"As much as I love your practiced compliments, Ron" Mary said with a firm tone. "Flattery will not make me overlook your appearance. Now answer me, are you ill?"

"I'm not really ill" Ron sighed. "Just… stressed…"

"Stressed?" Mary repeated, and Ron nodded. "Is this because of the Chess Tournament?" No, it's because my friends refuse to train with me. And the fact that they're going to get themselves killed if they don't fucking listen to me.

"Yes, my Lady" Ron lied, and Mary suddenly pinched his right cheek. "Ow!" Ron groaned as he rubbed his reddening cheek.

"Call me Mary, and follow me" Mary frowned slightly. "My husband needs to see you for himself." Did I just get Lord Greengrass into trouble? And yeesh, my fucking cheek. Did she train Daphne on how to pinch as well? Ron and Tori followed after Mary, and Ron did his best to ignore Tori's inquisitive looks. Once they reached the study, Mary opened the door and ushered Ron inside. Tori, although not invited, rushed inside as well. "Husband, Ron is here to start his day with you" Mary said to Lord Greengrass, an annoyed edge to her tone.

"Finally, we have much to do today" Lord Greengrass said as he turned away from the fire and looked to Ron. "Let's get…" Lord Greengrass started, but stopped when he saw his wife's annoyed look.

"Look at him, Sebastian" Mary frowned. "He's in no condition to be working."

"I'm fine, I swear" Ron sighed. Lord Greengrass narrowed his eyes on Ron's features, and then he frowned.

"Ronald, what is the meaning of this?" Lord Greengrass asked, his irritated tone making Ron flinch a bit. "We have a Tournament to prepare for…"

"No, Sebastian" Mary cut off her husband. "He is sick, and he needs rest."

"I'd much rather prepare for the Tournament" Ron piped in.

"There you have it" Lord Greengrass said to his wife, and she sighed in defeat.

"Husband, at least take things slowly today" Mary requested.

"We will, don't worry about that" Lord Greengrass smiled softly. "Now, please excuse us."

"Come, Astoria" Mary said to her daughter. "We will continue with your French lessons." Mary then began making her way out, but Tori just stared at Ron with a worried look.

"I'll be fine" Ron smiled at Tori, and she nodded meekly. The little girl then followed her mother out of the study, and Mary closed the door gently. It's cute that she's worried about me.

"Ron, please take your seat" Lord Greengrass said softly, and Ron did as he was told. Lord Greengrass then took his own seat, and he studied Ron's features. "You're not sick, are you?"

"No, my Lord" Ron replied, and Lord Greengrass nodded.

"Tell me what's bothering you" Lord Greengrass said in a softer tone. "And remember, our relationship only works if we're both completely honest." Sorry, but I can't really do that.

"I'm just stressed about this Tournament" Ron somewhat lied, because he was a bit stressed by the Tournament.

"The Veela ploy?" Lord Greengrass asked, and Ron nodded. "I see… Ron, there is an alternative."

"Alternative, my Lord?" Ron asked with a confused look.

"We can pull you out of the Tournament" Lord Greengrass suggested, and Ron blinked.

"Pull me out?" Ron repeated. "You mean run away…"

"I suppose I do" Lord Greengrass sighed. "We won't be the only ones, Ron. Many competitors from the Amateur and Adept Leagues have pulled out already. It is a clever strategy because pulling out doesn't count as a loss on your record, it simply counts as a 'Could not Attend'."

"That's just as bad in my opinion" Ron frowned a bit. "I'm not running away because the French can't play fair. That's just not in me…" Give up? Fuck that, I don't give up. Not anymore. Lord Greengrass narrowed his eyes on Ron.

"So you've made peace with the fact that this is out of your control?" Lord Greengrass asked.

"I suppose I have…" Ron replied slowly, Lord Greengrass was up to something.

"Then explain to me why you look so out of sorts" Lord Greengrass said. "If you've made peace with the fact that you can't change what the French are doing, then there is another reason for your stress." Dammit, he analyzed me again. Pick your words more carefully, Ron.

"I… um…" Ron stammered, he couldn't think of an excuse.

"Ron, whatever we discuss will remain between us. You know that already." I can't tell him about Pansy, or the fact that my friends are driving me insane. But I can tell him my other problems, maybe he can offer me advice.

"I fought with my brothers…" Ron sighed, and Lord Greengrass nodded slowly. "I made up with Percy, but the twins are a different story. My parents are still pushing to remove me from Slytherin, and Dumbledore even asked me to plan a date for my Re-Sorting. Ginny hasn't sent me a letter in three days, and I barely have time to see Luna. And now, Dumbledore wants me to start seeing a Mind-Healer…"

"A Mind-Healer?" Lord Greengrass asked, he was genuinely surprised. "Why would he want that?"

"Look at my face, my Lord" Ron sighed as he gestured to his pale complexion and baggy eyes. "He thinks that I need help finding closure, or clarity… I don't even know what he means by that, truth be told."

"I see" Lord Greengrass said softly, a slightly worried expression on his face. "You are under a great deal of stress, even I can see that. I suggest that you heed the Headmaster's wise counsel." Huh? Seriously, you too?

"I don't know how I feel about that" Ron said truthfully.

"Let me guess, you think it a weakness to need someone else's help to organize your own thoughts?" Lord Greengrass guessed, and Ron just blinked. MIND-READER! Daphne got her gifts from you, didn't she?

"Are you a mind-reader?" Ron asked slowly, and Lord Greengrass let out a soft chuckle.

"No, Ron" Lord Greengrass smiled. "I never did learn to utilize Legilimency without a wand, though I do have some knowledge in the area. I am a powerful Occlumens however."

"So Legilimency helps you read minds, but Occlumency helps you stop people from reading your mind?" Ron asked, he had heard these terms far too often. They must be important, especially if all the powerful people I know utilize them. I should look into them. It would be pretty fucking awesome to read people's minds.

"Spot on, Ron" Lord Greengrass replied. "But do not avoid my questions, it will not work with me."

"I guess I do see it as a weakness" Ron admitted.

"Why?" Lord Greengrass asked.

"I don't know…" Ron shrugged tiredly. "When Dumbledore first suggested it, I thought he was calling me crazy. And then I saw my friends, and I felt… ashamed… I didn't want them to know that I was so… pathetic… That I couldn't even keep my own problems in check, and that someone else had to do it for me."

"I can understand where you are coming from, Ron" Lord Greengrass said. "But no one is untouchable. Everyone needs help every now and then, and only a fool refuses genuine help. And you are no fool. I personally don't know much about the profession, but I know people who have benefited from it. And many of those people aren't 'weak'." Like Dumbledore himself, but I should keep that to myself. He told me that in confidence.

"So you want me to see a Mind-Healer too?" Ron asked softly.

"I want you to be better" Lord Greengrass replied. "And if a Mind-Healer can do that for you, then yes I do."

"Alright, my Lord" Ron nodded. "I'll tell the Headmaster that I'm ready to see one…" I guess giving it a go isn't so bad. Maybe Madam Pomfrey can actually help me control my anger, or even help me make sense of my problems.

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Sirius Black's POV

March 14, 1993 (St. Mungo's – Afternoon)

Why was he here again? If Remus knew that he was here again, they would get into another fight. But he couldn't help himself, he had to see him again. Sirius walked through the busy, white hallways of St. Mungo's with a vase full of fresh flowers. These visits were fast becoming a habit of his, and it wasn't a healthy one… But then again, Sirius was drawn to anything that negatively affected him. Getting into trouble was in his nature, and so he kept walking. And then, he stopped in front of his door. Sirius drew in a sharp breath, and then he opened the door and stepped inside.

The room was spotless and annoyingly white, and it smelled of sterilizing alcohol. The smell burned his sharp sense of smell, but Sirius simply ignored it. Sirius shut the door behind him, and he walked further into the room. Sirius' eyes fell on him, and a look of disgust appeared on Sirius' face. Pathetic bastard. Sirius moved past him, and he put the vase of flowers on his nightstand. At least this gives the room some fucking color, not you would care. Sirius then let out a tired sigh, and he turned to face his old friend Peter Pettigrew.

Peter was sitting on his wheelchair, like always, and his hollow expression made Sirius frown in even more disgust. This man, this empty shell of a man, was the cause for so much pain in this world. In Sirius' world… But now that he saw Peter in his wheelchair, staring absent-mindedly at a white wall, Sirius felt no hatred for him. He just felt… disgust.

"Thought I'd bring you some more flowers, Peter" Sirius said as he grabbed onto the handles of Peter's wheelchair. "I don't understand how you can stand the sight of these white walls every single day." Sirius then pushed Peter's wheelchair in front of a window, and then Sirius drew open the curtains to let some Sunlight in. "There, this ought to help your pasty complexion a bit. It's a beautiful day outside, not that you care." Sirius walked over to a nearby-chair, and he picked it up and placed it in front of Peter. Sirius then took his seat, the Sunlight hitting his back and Peter's pasty face. Sirius just stared at Wormtail, or what the Dementors had left of him, and he felt his heart beat increase.

"Is this what you wanted, Peter?" Sirius asked the drooling man. "To end up like this… Like some fucking braindead husk of a man? But then again, you were never really a man were you? You were always just a fucking rodent… A rodent that hid in our shadow, a rodent who lived off of our brilliance, a rodent who turned traitor when things got hard, and a rodent who got his 'bests friends' killed to save his own hide. But now look at you. All of that suffering, all that misery that you caused just to save yourself, and yet here you are… Sitting in front of me, drooling like some fucking infant, and you can't even clean your own chin."

"Nothing to say to that?" Sirius asked bitterly, but Peter's shell just stared ahead with empty eyes. "This is what you wanted for me, right? For me to pay for your crimes. For me to get kissed by one of those things, and end up just like you. Well, you failed Peter. I'm free, and I have Harry. I have Remus, and I have people in my life who love me, but you have nothing. You are nothing…" Sirius glared at Peter's drooling face, and he felt his blood boil at the sight. And before he could stop himself, Sirius leaned forward and grabbed onto the sides of Peter's face.

"Answer me, you fucking cunt" Sirius snarled, his fingers digging into Peter gaunt face. "Are you happy with what you've done to others? Are you happy with what you've done to yourself? Can you even fucking understand me, you bastard? Or is my 'friend' currently residing in the belly of some Dementor? Merlin damn you to hell, Peter. Merlin damn you right into the deepest crevice of Hell, and may you rot in there forever…" Sirius pushed off of Peter's face, his heart beating in his throat. Peter's head drooped forward, and it hung lifelessly. Sirius drew in a sharp breath as he rubbed his own face. And then, Sirius moved Peter's head back into place.

"Damn you for doing this to us, Peter" Sirius said in a hollow, tired voice. "Damn you…" With that, Sirius walked out of Peter's room and into the Janus Thickey Ward. This Ward existed specifically for long-term patients, and Sirius had been paying for Peter's room ever since he got kissed by that Dementor. The visits were a new habit of his. Sirius walked towards the exit, but he stopped as he passed the room with a label reading 'Alice and Frank Longbottom'. Sirius looked at the closed door with a pained look, and then he stared at the handle. He reached for it slowly, but then he stopped midway, his hand dropping back to his side. He had seen enough destroyed friends for one day, and so Sirius left the Hospital.

As Sirius stepped out of the entrance of the Hospital, he reached into his velvet robes and pulled out a packet of smokes. Another filthy habit. But this habit was rather unique, and it wasn't entirely his fault. Being from a Pure-Blood Family, Sirius had no clue what 'cigarettes' really were. He knew that they had Tobacco in them, but that was pretty much it. That was until his seventh year, when pure-souled Lily Evans had brought a pack to school. James had just started dating her, and this was the first time that Sirius had seen her truly rebellious side. James was shocked to say the least, but Sirius and Remus had laughed their hearts out.

They had smoked the entire pack in the Shrieking Shack, and Lily had taught them how to do it properly. Remus hated it immediately, it genuinely hurt his powerful senses. Peter took a few drags, and then he coughed for the rest of the night. James and Sirius learnt how to smoke properly, and they rather liked it. The smell was extremely strong for Sirius, but he pushed past that. Lily smoked like a pro, and she could even blow out rings made of smoke. She was the perfect woman in Sirius' opinion, and he told James that constantly.

"If you fuck this up, mate" Sirius spoke to himself, recounting his words to his brother. "Then I'm definitely taking her for myself." With that, Sirius pulled out his wand and lit his cigarette with a tap. He drew in a deep drag as he put his wand back into his robes, and then he exhaled. Damn, that's nice. I'd better get this smell off me before I go back to Grimmauld Place though, or Remus will know that I've started smoking again. And then he'll crawl into my arse about how I need to be better for Harry's sake. Sirius smoked the rest of his cigarette in peace as he remembered that night in the Shrieking Shack, as he remembered the better days of his life.

"Sirius, is that you?" came a woman's voice, and Sirius turned to look at the person who had called his name. The woman had light brown hair, wide and kind eyes, she was rather tall for a woman, and she bore the patrician beauty common to the Black Family.

"Andromeda?" Sirius said softly, and the woman smiled widely.

"It is you" Andromeda laughed, her eyes tearing up a bit. Sirius was stunned to see Andromeda for the first time in years. She was his favorite cousin growing up, and the only one that he really considered his family. Because just like him, she didn't hold any disgusting hatred for Muggles and Muggle-Borns in her heart. She had even married a Muggle-Born, Ted Tonks, and was cast out of the Black Family for it.

"Merlin's beard, it's been so long" Sirius managed a smile as he threw away his cigarette. Andromeda walked up and hugged Sirius tightly, and after a brief moment, Sirius embraced her too.

"I read that you were set free, but I didn't know if you were ready to see me yet" Andromeda laughed over his shoulder, and he tightened his hug. This woman was his only blood-related family in the world, family that he loved anyway.

"I can't believe you're here" Sirius laughed as well. "I've missed you, Dromeda."

"I missed you too" Andromeda responded, her voice filled with joy. "I knew they were wrong about you, I even told them. But no one listened, Siri I'm so sorry…"

"It doesn't matter anymore" Sirius comforted her, and after another tight squeeze, he broke the embrace. Andromeda was smiling, but a couple of happy tears had escaped her eyes. "I'm free, and I've got my life back."

"Good" Andromeda put her soft hand on his left cheek. "I'm just… so happy to see you again" she let out another laugh.

"What are you doing here, Dromeda?" Sirius asked her, a wide smile on his face. "I hope nothing is wrong."

"Oh, it's just my foolish daughter" Andromeda chuckled. "You remember little Nymphadora, don't you?"

"Of course I do" Sirius laughed. "Who could forget that little hellion? She was around eight when I last saw her."

"Well, now she's a grown woman" Andromeda laughed. "But she still calls her 'mummy' when something goes wrong."

"When something goes wrong?" Sirius repeated.

"Don't fret, Siri" Andromeda chuckled. "She's training to become an Auror…"

"An Auror?" Sirius asked, his voice showing his excitement. Little Dora training to become an Auror… Fuck, I'm old.

"Indeed, I could not be more proud" Andromeda smiled. "She was on a shadowing assignment with her Superior Officer, collecting Dark Artefacts for Arthur Weasley's new Muggle Protection Law, and she stumbled onto it."

"Stumbled onto it?" Sirius asked with a chuckle. "Is she still…?" Sirius trailed off.

"An utter klutz?" Andromeda provided with a smile, and Sirius nodded. "She most definitely is" Andromeda laughed. "The Artefact hexed her with some Dark Spell, and it sent her barreling through a door. Don't worry, she's fine. I'm just here to pick her up and take her home… Wait, why don't you join me?"

"Join you?" Sirius repeated, he did like that idea. "I'm not sure…"

"Nonsense, Siri" Andromeda smiled lovingly. "You're family, come along." Andromeda entangled their arms together, and they both walked into the Hospital. "I never asked you, but why are you here Siri? Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine" Sirius replied. "I just came here to see Alice and Frank Longbottom."

"That poor couple" Andromeda said, a sad look on her face. "What Bella did to them was just…"

"Dromeda, don't blame yourself for her actions" Sirius cut her off. "You're nothing like her, and you shouldn't even spare her a single thought."

"I know that, Siri" Andromeda responded. "She stopped being my sister the day she threw that Killing Curse at my baby girl…" I remember that, it was during the Great War. One of our Headquarters were attacked, and that mad bitch led the assault. Andromeda and her family were in that base, and they barely made it out of there alive. Nymphadora was probably four at the time. "Enough about her, I can't even stomach the thought of her" Andromeda shook her head. "Tell me about yourself, how have you been?"

"I've been getting better every day, Dromeda" Sirius told her. "I moved back into Grimmauld Place…"

"Siri, tell me you didn't" Andromeda gasped. "That place… That place is cursed, you know that. You should just leave it behind."

"It was cursed" Sirius said softly. "But Remus and I have completely renovated it. We threw away all the Cursed Items, we repainted the walls, bought new furniture, even knocked down a few walls, and we definitely got rid of that horrid Family Tree."

"Remus Lupin?" Andromeda smiled. "He came back?"

"He came back during my trial" Sirius smiled. "He and I have been living together."

"Living together?" Andromeda teased, and Sirius groaned. "Don't worry, Siri. I know how much you love women. The whole of Hogwarts knew as a matter of fact. Tell me, how is Remus?" She's always loved teasing me, but that's just another reason why I loved her more than the rest of my family. She wasn't born with a wand up her arse.

"He is doing quite well" Sirius replied truthfully. "He tends to nag me quite often, but without him, I don't know how I would have adjusted to life outside of Azkaban."

"That's good to hear, he was always one of the good ones" Andromeda smiled fondly. "Now tell me, why have you renovated the Black Family Home?"

"I got custody of my Godson, Harry Potter" Sirius replied proudly, and Andromeda gasped.

"Harry Potter?! He'll be living with you from now on?" Andromeda asked. "How ever did you manage that, Sirius? I can't see Dumbledore handing him over to you, despite your relationship with the boy's parents."

"That's a rather funny story" Sirius laughed. "The boy who was responsible for setting me free helped me kidnap Harry from his Muggle Family."

"Kidnap?" Andromeda went a little pale. "You haven't changed a bit, you rogue! So you're a father now, in your own way." Sirius' cheeks flushed a bit, but he nodded proudly.

"At first I wanted to be more of a 'cool uncle' to Harry, but Remus shut that shite down immediately" Sirius chuckled. "I guess we'll both be serving as his 'parents' from now on. And please don't make a crude joke about that, it's far too easy."

"I would never dare" Andromeda chuckled. "And I expect you to tell me this entire 'kidnapping story' after we pick up my daughter." Andromeda pushed open the door to Nymphadora's room, and both of them walked in.

"Finally, mum" Nymphadora sighed as she saw her mother, but then her eyes looked to Sirius. Nymphadora had dark twinkling eyes, a pale heart-shaped face, and shoulder length bubblegum-pink hair. Sirius was honestly lost for words, and Dora's eyes traveled to their linked arms. "Who's he?" Dora asked curtly, her eyes narrowing on Sirius' face. She's rather adorable when she's trying to look menacing. Merlin have mercy, she was no taller than my hip the last time I saw her.

"Nymphadora, this is Sirius Black" Andromeda said with a slightly scolding tone. "And he's your first cousin, once removed."

"You're Sirius Black?!" Dora's eyes went as wide as saucers, and a huge grin broke out on her face. "Bloody hell, I didn't even recognize you! You look so different from the photos that I saw in the Daily Prophet!"

"And the last time I saw you, you were a tiny little hellion" Sirius chuckled. "But look at you now… A grown woman." Dora kept her grin and she walked over to them, only to trip a little due to her own two feet colliding. "And you're still… a bit clumsy."

"I like to think that it's cute" Dora laughed, and Sirius laughed too. And she has a sense of humor, that's perfect!

"Only when you aren't tripping on top of Dark Artefacts, love" Andromeda sighed. "Now let's get you home. Siri, would you… care to join us?"

"I would love nothing more" Sirius smiled genuinely. Perhaps this day isn't so bad.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

March 14th, 1993 (Snape's Office – Twenty minutes before Dinner)

"Welcome back, Mr. Weasley" Snape drawled as Ron stepped out of the fireplace.

"Good evening, Professor" Ron greeted back. "May I please have my notes back?"

"You may… after we speak" Snape replied, and then he gestured Ron to an empty seat in front of his desk. Damn, he remembered. Ron took his seat quietly, and he dreaded whatever Snape was about to say. Is he mad that I blackmailed him? Or did Malfoy tell him what I did and said? "Mr. Weasley, I've noticed your recent… appearance. And so have many of the other staff members, including the Headmaster. As your Head of House, it is my duty to step in when I believe that one of my students is in trouble. Tell me Mr. Weasley, are you in trouble?" Trouble? I'm always in trouble, and you know that.

"Not really, Sir" Ron lied, but Snape just stared at him. Stop looking at me like that. "I'm really stressed…"

"The Tournament" Snape said coldly, and Ron nodded. "I can understand that, but are you sure that's all? You aren't hiding something, are you?" He knows I am, so I can't lie.

"Just family stuff…" Ron shrugged, and Snape cocked his eyebrow. "They want to Re-Sort me, Ginny is still recovering and I can't do anything to help her, and my brothers and I fought."

"I see" Snape said softly. "I am sorry for your situation with your parents, there is no way for you to help Miss. Weasley, and your brothers are far too emotional." Was that… Was that supposed to make me feel better? Because I feel worse now. And why won't this headache leave?! Ron rubbed his forehead with his left hand, and a groan escaped his lips. "Having a headache, Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes, Sir" Ron sighed. "I've been having it for almost a week, it comes and goes. But today it's being particularly persistent."

"You are malnourished, and sleep deprived" Snape frowned deeply. "Is this part of your plan to win the Tournament? To go in handicapped?"

"No, Sir…" Ron muttered, what was Snape's problem? What Ron didn't know was that Snape was currently scolding himself for being so bad at this whole 'comforting' thing.

"I suggest proper meals every day, and no more skipping out on them" Snape said with a softer tone, and Ron looked up. "Yes Mr. Weasley, I have taken notice of your frequent absence during meal times. That will stop at once, understood?"

"Yes, Sir" Ron nodded. Maybe he's right. I have been skipping meals every now and then, but I just don't feel hungry that often.

"And sleep for Merlin's sake" Snape frowned lightly. "Otherwise you will burn out by the end of next week, or worse."

"Worse?" Ron asked with a worried look.

"You will cause damage to your brain" Snape replied bluntly, and Ron just blinked. "Yes boy, lack of sleep tends to hurt the brain. And a persistent headache is a clear sign of that, so get some sleep tonight. Now come along, I am escorting you to Dinner. You will not skip this meal."

"Yes, Sir" Ron nodded. "May I please have my notes back?"

"They are already in your trunk" Snape replied. "I had an Elf drop them off." Why didn't you just say so? Oh, wait. He wanted me to talk openly for them. They both left the Office together, and the trip up was done in silence. Snape wasn't a man of many words, but his presence was undeniable. Maybe it was the fact that he looked like a giant fucking bat as he billowed around the school, or maybe it was the fact that he was the only Professor in Hogwarts that was most likely to smack the shite out of you if you got too uppity. Either way, the way he carried himself demanded respect. I might regret what I'm about to do, but I can't help myself.

Ron analyzed the way that Snape walked. The Potions Master walked with his shoulder's squared, his head held high, his back straight, and he took long strides. Snape was also just over six feet tall, and that alone made him intimidating. Ron copied Snape's method of walking, and he followed after the Professor like his red-haired shadow. I feel tougher already, haha.

"Are you trying to get a detention, Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked icily, his back still facing Ron. How the fuck?

"Sorry, Sir" Ron apologized as he stopped imitating Snape. "I was just thinking that you make for an intimidating figure." Snape shot him a frown, and Ron smiled sheepishly. "I meant that you hold yourself well… And you have nice, square shoulders…"

"Mr. Weasley, please stop talking" Snape ordered curtly.

"Sorry, Sir" Ron apologized again. "Nice long strides too…" Ron whispered to himself, and Snape rolled his eyes. This boy was clearly brain-damaged, Snape was certain of it. How Ronald went from being extremely cunning to downright stupid was beyond Snape at this point, and he had just given up on guessing. Once they entered the Great Hall, Ron saw that it was already full of students.

"Eat properly, I will be watching" Snape said, and then he billowed away. Look at how his robes flow behind him, spectacular. Ron smirked to himself, and then he walked over to his friends. He took his usual seat in between Theo and Blaise, and he was taken by surprise when he saw Luna being cuddled by Pansy.

"Luna?" Ron said, a confused look on his face.

"Hello, Ron" Luna gave him an airy smile as Pansy gave her a squeeze. My sister is not a teddy bear, Pansy.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked her.

"Waiting for you" Luna replied, but she didn't go on.

"Okay, then…" Ron muttered as he heard Blaise and Theo sniggering. "How was your day?"

"It was okay" Luna smiled. "Helios attacked my house-mates though, so that wasn't fun."

"Helios? What? Please explain" Ron asked, he was now genuinely confused. He's meant to be watching over Ginny, so what is he doing at Hogwarts? And why is he attacking Ravenclaws?

"He came to deliver this letter to you" Luna said as she pulled out an unopened letter from her robes. "It's from Ginny, and she told Helios to give it to me if you weren't around. Or at least that's what I think anyway…" Ron took the letter from Luna, and he smiled at it. Finally, I've been waiting three days to hear from her.

"And he attacked the Ravenclaws because some first year boy threw bits of toast at him" Tracey chuckled. "Kid ended up in the Hospital Wing with some seriously bloody scratches on his face."

"Helios…" Ron sighed to himself. Maybe that bird needs a Mind-Healer too.

"It's not funny, Tracey" Daphne frowned lightly. "And don't worry Ron, I gave the boy some sweets and apologized on your behalf. He admitted that he shouldn't have angered Helios to begin with, so there's no fallout."

"Thank you, Daph" Ron smiled at her, and she smiled back. They missed Luna's eyes darting between them, and the small smile that graced her lips. Dinner suddenly popped onto the table, and Ron tucked the letter into his robes.

"Aren't you going to read it?" Millie asked.

"Later, right now I need to eat" Ron replied. "Snape is watching me, just have a look."

"Oh shite, he is" Theo said suddenly.

"Theo, don't swear near Luna" Pansy glared at him.

"Tell me Luna, does it bother you?" Theo smirked at her.

"No, I know that cuss words exist" Luna smiled as she made herself a plate of mostly just salads.

"Do you now?" Blaise joined in, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"I do" Luna smiled at him.

"Go on then, share your knowledge with us" Theo sniggered, and the girls glared at him.

"Luna, don't listen to them" Ron sighed. "They're just being idiots."

"Fuck" Luna said suddenly, her voice coming out as extremely adorable. Ron dropped his utensils, a look of horror etched upon his face. Theo burst into laughter, and he had to cover his own face. Blaise was trying not to laugh, but his efforts failed when he saw Ron's face. Tracey was genuinely stunned, Daphne shared the same look of horror as Ron, Millie started choking on her pumpkin juice, and Pansy let go of Luna like she had Dragon-Pox.

"Who taught you this?" Ron muttered, but Luna just smiled airily.

"You're the only person who swears near me" Luna shrugged. "So I guess you taught me." The girls' looks all turned wrathful, and they glared right at Ron. Before Ron could even say a word, he felt strong kicks land on his shins.

"My fucking shins…" Ron squealed, and then even more kicks came. Theo suddenly jerked a bit as well.

"You kicked me, you idiots" Theo grit out. And Luna just laughed softly to herself.

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March 14th, 1993 (Common Room)

Ron rubbed his shins, and he shot meek looks at the girls. But there was no sympathy to be found in their eyes. I'll just read my letter from Ginny, and hope they forget about this by tomorrow. Ron pulled out the letter, and he opened it for reading.

Ronnie,

Percy was just home, and I heard him talking with mum and dad. I had no idea that they were trying to remove you from Slytherin, why didn't you tell me? Now I know why you've been fighting with them, and I'm so sorry. I overheard everything, even some things that I wish I didn't.

I know about mum crying after you were born… I know that she was disappointed. I didn't know Ron, and if you ever felt bad because of me, I'm sorry. I didn't know, I promise. And the twins! How could they say that to you?! I'm so angry with them! And I know that mum hit you, and that she sent some nasty letter to you as well.

And I know that you're angry at us. But please don't leave. Don't go away, I'm begging you. You might not like us much, but I love you. You're my favorite brother, Ron. You know that's true.

I'm going to send this now, mum is knocking at my door again. Please don't leave. I love you.

Ginny.

Ron just stared at the letter with utter shock, and he felt his head spin. Ginny knows about this mess? Why was Percy down there without me? We agreed to do this together. What am I even supposed to say to her? I need to tell her that I'm not leaving her, and I need to do it before she does something that comes back to haunt me.

"I have to go" Ron said as he stood up and tucked Ginny's letter into his robes.

"What? Ron, it is past curfew" Tracey told him, she was surprised by his sudden energy.

"Students can't leave their common rooms after nine, you know that" Daphne said.

"Don't care, I'll see you when I come back" Ron said as he started to leave.

"Do you want us to come with?" Millie asked.

"No" Ron replied, and then he left for the Owlery in a hurry.

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March 14th, 1993 (Common Room)

Ron removed his Disillusionment Charm before he entered the common room, and he made his way towards his friends. He got odd looks from people who were probably wondering where he had just come from, but Ron ignored them. He had gone to Owlery and sent an urgent message to Ginny, one that Helios would hopefully deliver by morning. It was a simple 'I'm not leaving you' kind of letter, and it would have to do. Ron was rather annoyed with Percy, and he planned to confront his brother tomorrow. He'd better have a good reason for going over there without me.

"Ron, where did you go?" Daphne asked immediately, an annoyed frown on her face.

"The Owlery, had to send a letter" Ron shrugged.

"Did something happen to Ginny?" Pansy asked.

"No, she's fine" Ron sighed. "I don't want to discuss this, so enough questions." His friends just sighed and put their questions off for now. Was that a little harsh? Probably, but I don't I have it in me to discuss this. It's been a long day, and I'm tired. Ron felt a pang of worry at the prospect of getting another nightmare involving Pansy, and he rubbed his forehead. Damn this headache.

"Here, Ron" Blaise said as he handed Ron a container with six vials inside. Ron took the container with a confused look.

"What's this?" Ron asked Blaise.

"Carey Ductu handed these to me" Blaise told him, a disinterested look on his face. "She brewed you six vials of Sleeping Draught…"

"Sleeping Draught?" Ron cut him off, and Blaise frowned a little.

"Yes, that is what I said" Blaise replied. "She said that you should have one vial a night, they will help you sleep."

"Why would she give you these, Ron?" Tracey asked, an inquisitive look on her face.

"Because he doesn't sleep" Theo frowned at Ron. "He spends most of his nights awake, and pacing our room."

"What?" Millie asked, a worried look crossing her face. Damn, here comes more questions.

"It's not like that" Ron sighed.

"Then tell us what it's like" Theo shot back, he looked genuinely irritated with Ron. "If I have to stifle another scream because I woke up to see you hovering over my bed in the middle of the night, I'll hex you."

"Why aren't you sleeping? Is this why you look like… that?" Pansy gestured to his face. I'm not sleeping because I saw you die in the most disgusting, horrid way possible.

"I'm just a bit stressed" Ron lied. "But I guess I'll finally get some sleep tonight."

"Ron…" Millie started, but Ron cut her off.

"Please stop worrying, it doesn't help me" Ron told them. "These potions will help me, so don't worry about my sleeping problems. Can we talk about something else, please?" Ron's friends exchanged looks, but at least they listened to him. But the look on Daphne's face suggested that this conversation wasn't over yet. "What's everyone doing for the Easter Break? I haven't asked yet."

"Going home" Millie sighed, Ron was clearly done discussing his problems. "Mother and father have an Easter Hunt planned."

"I'm going home too…" Pansy said, her voice slightly subdued. To her mother. Ron felt his heartbeat increase, and he barely kept his composure.

"Maybe you should join Millie, or us?" Ron suggested before he could even stop himself, and his friends gave him odd looks.

"I can't" Pansy replied slowly as she gave him a confused look. "We are throwing an Easter Party, one that Millie is invited to. I'd invite you too, but…" she trailed off. Your mother hates me, I get it.

"Well, I'm spending my break at Tracey's" Theo cut in, Merlin this was awkward.

"Huh?" Ron muttered, and everyone gave Theo shocked looks.

"She didn't tell you?" Theo looked to the girls, and they looked to Tracey.

"I was going to" Tracey frowned at Theo. "And no, I didn't ask him. He asked me." Why the fuck would he do that? He hates Muggles, and Tracey lives in Muggle London.

"Is that so?" Daphne looked to Theo, and he just shrugged.

"Father is leaving the country all of a sudden, says it's for 'business'…" Theo sighed. "Only problem with that statement is that all of our business is in England, not in other countries. This left me without a guardian, so I asked Tracey if she could host me." But why Tracey instead of Blaise? "And before you ask why I didn't ask Blaise, it's because I couldn't."

"I'm going to Italy… to see my mother" Blaise told them, his gaze facing away from them. His mother? The woman who abandoned him when he was eight so she could spend her day with an old fling.

"Oh…" the girls all muttered, but Blaise didn't even bother acknowledging them. Ron didn't miss Pansy giving Blaise an extremely worried look, and Ron could guess why. She fancies him, doesn't she? My vision made that clear enough, as did her behavior at the party.

"Guess we're all going in different directions" Ron sighed.

"Hey, I'm going to Paris with you" Daphne reminded him.

"Hmmm" Ron hummed as he looked at Daphne, and then he turned to Tracey. "Please let me stay with you as well, I'm begging you."

"Ha, okay" Tracey laughed, and Ron grinned. That's much better.

"I hope you lose the Tournament, Weasley" Daphne frowned, and Ron chuckled.

"I probably will" Ron replied. Damn Veelas…

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March 15th, 1993 (Dumbledore's Office – After Breakfast)

Ron stood in front of the stone gargoyle with a deep frown, he didn't know the fucking password. Ron had finally gotten a full night's rest, and he was feeling infinitely better. His headache was gone, his complexion looked better, and his bags were less visible. He had thanked Carey at breakfast, but she had simply given his right cheek a soft pat and given him a sly smile. Those three girls were a mystery to Ron. Not only did they seemingly control the entire house from behind the scenes, but they seemed to genuinely like him. Why else would they help him so much? And yet they had no problem using him for their own gain, damn whatever problems arose for him in the process.

"Move, you piece you shite Gargoyle!" Ron snapped. "Cockroach Cluster, Acid Pop, Licorice Wand, Chocolate Frog…" None of these 'passwords' worked. "Open invitation, my arse! Let me in! I want to learn Wandless Magic!" The gargoyle suddenly moved away at that, and Ron's eyes widened in surprise. Was 'Wandless Magic' the password? Did he set that for me? Ron walked up the stairs, and he knocked on the Headmaster's door.

"Come in, Ronald" came Dumbledore's voice, and Ron stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

"How did you know it was me?" Ron asked Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"I heard you arguing against the Stone Gargoyle" Dumbledore chuckled heartily, and Ron felt mortified.

"You heard…" Ron said softly. Great start to the day, Weasley. Love your work.

"I most certainly did, very amusing" Dumbledore kept chuckling. "Please take a seat" Dumbledore gestured to an empty seat in front of his clawed desk. Ron walked up sheepishly, and he took his seat. Dumbledore slowly stopped chuckling, he looked genuinely amused.

"How did you hear me all the way down there?" Ron asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I was listening for your arrival, and I am most glad that I made that decision" Dumbledore chuckled again, and Ron let out a sigh. "You are certainly quick to temper, aren't you?"

"I suppose…" Ron muttered, his ears going red.

"How have you been, Ronald?" Dumbledore asked. "You are certainly looking more rested today."

"I am feeling much better, thank you" Ron nodded. "How are you, Headmaster?"

"Quite well" Dumbledore replied, his eyes twinkling brightly. "Though I must confess, I am not as available today as I had hoped. I am needed at the Ministry for Gilderoy Lockhart's trial this afternoon, as are the other Professors."

"Does that mean that you can't show me the basics of Wandless Magic?" Ron asked, he was unable to hide his disappointment. Ron would never admit it to Dumbledore, but he had been looking forward to today all week.

"We have time, do not worry about that" Dumbledore smiled. "But before we start, I wish to ask you if you've thought about my suggestion."

"I have" Ron responded. "I am willing to see Madam Pomfrey, just to try it out."

"Excellent, Ronald" Dumbledore beamed, his eyes twinkling in merriment. "Most excellent, you will not regret this decision. I will let her know, and she will let you know when you can start."

"Thank you" Ron sighed, so it was really happening. "Can you please show me the basics now?"

"Eager to learn, that is good" Dumbledore nodded as he stood up, and then he ushered Ron into the middle of the room. Dumbledore then conjured a box of Every Flavored Beans, and Ron smirked at the box. Conjuring Magic, need to learn that as well. This is really exciting! "Now watch carefully, Ronald. Tell me which spell I'm using." Dumbledore faced the palm of his right hand at the box, and several beans floated out of it.

"The Levitation Charm" Ron told him, and Dumbledore nodded. And then, a green bean floated into Dumbledore's left hand while the other beans kept floating. "Accio, the Summoning Charm" Ron told him.

"Excellent work, you're pre-existing knowledge on spells is refreshing" Dumbledore beamed, and then he lowered his right hand and the beans floated back into the box. Dumbledore showed Ron his left palm, and Ron gazed at the green bean. "Wandless Magic is tricky to learn, especially nowadays because wands are so readily available. But when magic was first being discovered, its users channeled it through their bodies. Wands make our spells more focused and potent, they act as conduits to channel our magic through. But Wandless Magic requires one to be their own conduit, and is therefore harder to master."

"But why use it if wands make everything easier?" Ron asked. Other than the fact that it looks awesome.

"It's true that wands do indeed make using magic easier" Dumbledore smiled. "But wands were not always so readily available. Even now, many countries and cultures do not use wands. The Native Americans do not use wands, most countries in Africa do not use wands, and using wands is even prohibited in some cultures. They are seen as objects that manipulate and distort magic, a force of Creation. Students from Uagadao, the Ugandan Wizarding School, do not use wands. They learn to channel magic wandlessly from a young age, and so they are just as efficient at utilizing magic as Wand Bearers. Uagadao is also the largest of the Eleven Wizarding Schools, so you can see that there are many witches and wizards who do not need wands."

"But if wands make our magic more focused and potent, then why do we Europeans learn Wandless Magic at all?" Ron asked, this didn't make any sense. Why bother doing things the hard way?

"Not many do, Ronald" Dumbledore chuckled. "But it is a convenient skill to have. Think about this for a moment, what would you do if I disarmed you?"

"I'd try and figure out what possessed me to Duel against Albus Dumbledore" Ron smirked, and Dumbledore chuckled heartily.

"What if I was not Albus Dumbledore, what if I was just an average wizard?" Dumbledore asked.

"Then I'd be in trouble" Ron nodded in understanding. "Wandless Magic gives you the advantage of protecting yourself should you lose your wand."

"Exactly" Dumbledore nodded. "Many witches and wizards during the Great War learnt the basics of Wandless Magic just for that reason alone. Not to mention that being able to cast spells with your free hand during a Duel gives you a much better chance at overpowering your opponent."

"So what are these basics?" Ron asked, he was eager to get started. If it gives me an advantage in the upcoming war, then I'll take it.

"The first rule of Wandless Magic is to nurture one's imagination" Dumbledore said, his voice becoming sagely. "You must be able to visualize your intent in your mind's eye, and then concentrate on it." Dumbledore looked to the green bean, and it slowly floated just above his palm. "The second rule is to have knowledge on the needed spell, and the strength to cast it." The bean dropped back into his palm, and Ron looked at it with awe.

"I know the spell already, and I think that I can visualize it in my mind" Ron admitted.

"Then you have already ticked the first two boxes" Dumbledore told him. "The third rule is the most important one, you must exercise caution. Wandless Magic puts a heavier strain on the body due to it being used as a conduit, and that is why only the most skilled witches and wizards use it casually. The more difficult the spell, the higher the strain. I must implore you to use absolute caution, Ronald. You are a growing wizard, and your Magical Core is not fully developed yet. Trying powerful spells without a wand can lead to severe exhaustion, and in some cases, death. If you use your own body as a conduit, and you do not have sufficient magic stored in your Core, then your body will take severe damage. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Headmaster" Ron nodded, who knew this was so dangerous? "But spells like the Levitation Charm and the Summoning Charm are alright to practice with?"

"Yes, they should suffice for now" Dumbledore smiled. "They may not be very, how did you put it, 'cool', but they are certainly useful. Simple is often times better, remember that. You do not need to be extravagant to be considered competent, our most recent D.A.D.A Professor is proof of that. Now, let's give you a go shall we? Concentrate on the bean in my palm Ronald, and try to levitate it." Ron focused on the green bean, and he pointed his right palm at it. Just visualize it floating above Dumbledore's palm.

"Wingardium Leviosa" Ron chanted, and the bean shook slightly. Ron frowned at it as it just sat in Dumbledore's palm. "Wingardium Leviosa" Ron chanted again, and the bean once again shook slightly. C'mon Ron, just picture it floating up. Concentrate on the bean, and nothing but the bean. "Wingardium Leviosa" Ron chanted as he thought about the bean floating up, and the bean shook more than before. But it didn't float up. "Why isn't it working?" Ron asked Dumbledore, and Dumbledore chuckled in response.

"Wandless Magic is not a simple thing to master, Ronald" Dumbledore replied. "Your body is not used to being your magic's conduit, and believe me, that only comes with time and practice. Start with a small object like this bean, and build up from there."

"But I can already cast a Wandless spell" Ron sighed, and then he immediately regretted his words. That spell is Dark Magic. Fucking hell, Weasley.

"The spell you used to summon that ethereal serpent" Dumbledore nodded slowly, and Ron blinked at him.

"You know…" Ron muttered.

"Ronald, you cast that spell in the middle of the Great Hall" Dumbledore chuckled. "So yes, I know. Tell me, how long did you practice that spell for?"

"For just over a month" Ron admitted, there was no point in lying now. "It came to me rather… easily. I still picture the snake coming into existence, but it sort of just does what I want it to. It's hard to explain, but it's like it knows what my intent is…"

"That is… curious" Dumbledore rubbed his chin as he adored a contemplative look.

"Curious, Headmaster?" Ron asked softly. Dumbledore let out a soft sigh, and the he gazed into Ron's eyes.

"Certain people have an affinity for the Dark Arts, Ronald" Dumbledore replied softly, the twinkle in his eyes gone. "And no, that does not make them 'evil' or 'cruel'. It just means that the Dark Arts align with their… personality."

"But doesn't that mean that I'm… dark?" Ron asked, he was now getting worried. It was true that Ron had an explosive temper, which had always been the case, but recently… Recently he had come to realize that he enjoyed causing damage to others. Like I did with Potter, and now Malfoy too. Ron was pulled out of his thoughts when Dumbledore placed his right hand on Ron's right shoulder.

"It is our choices that determine what kind of person we are, Ronald" Dumbledore smiled softly. "Having an affinity for the Dark Arts does not make you a bad person, but using them to hurt the innocent does. And everyone is entitled to a few mistakes, otherwise we would never learn a thing. Even the best of us have to live with some sort of regret, don't forget that."

"You told me that the Dark Arts corrupt people, remember?" Ron argued.

"They do, but that does not mean that you cannot resist" Dumbledore replied. "It does not mean that you cannot feel remorse. Only a truly lost soul feels no regret from hurting others, and I know that you are not like that." There was a sudden loud knocking on Dumbledore's door, and the Headmaster sighed at the interruption. "Come in" Dumbledore said, and Hagrid ducked into the Office.

"Headmaster, I was just…" Hagrid started, but he stopped when he spotted Ron. Hagrid's eyes went to Dumbledore's hand on Ron's right shoulder, and then they went to Ron's worried look. "I 'aven't interrup'ed anthin', 'ave I?"

"Do not worry, Hagrid" Dumbledore smiled at the giant man as he turned to face him, his hand abandoning Ron's shoulder. "What may I do for you?"

"I was just thinkin' that yer might need me" Hagrid said in his booming voice. "Fer the trial today, that is. I could tell them at the Ministry about Lockhart, and what a fool he was."

"There won't be any need for that, Hagrid" Dumbledore said. "But I will be leaving the students in your care because all the Professors will be at the trial." Hagrid's chest puffed out a bit, and he smiled widely.

"I won' let yer down, Sir" Hagrid smiled. "Those kids will be safe with me, I promise." Wow, he bought that? It's clear that Dumbledore just threw him a bone after telling him that he wasn't needed. That's something that every Slytherin would spot in a heartbeat.

"I know they will be, Hagrid" Dumbledore smiled, and Hagrid bid the Headmaster goodbye.

"Come 'round to me hut, Ron" Hagrid as he began to leave. "Would love to 'ave yer over again."

"I will make sure to do that" Ron smiled, and then Hagrid left the Office.

"Again?" Dumbledore smiled at Ron. "Is this when you helped Harry and his friends smuggle that Dragon?"

"Headmaster, it was only me who committed that crime" Ron lied. MIND-READER! I need to invest in this 'Occlumency' magic as well. Dumbledore smiled widely at that.

"How forgetful of me, Ronald" Dumbledore chuckled. "Forgive this old man's failing memory, I sometimes mix things up. Now, I want you to keep practicing until I have to leave. If you need help, I will be at my desk." Dumbledore then handed Ron the green bean. "And do not eat them yet" Dumbledore beamed.

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March 15th, 1993 (Lunch-Time)

Ron made his way down to the Great Hall, and he was famished. He had spent almost five hours practicing the Wandless Levitation Charm, and he had made very little effort. Dumbledore's words about his affinity for the Dark Arts persisted in his mind, and they felt like an itch that he couldn't scratch. Ron hadn't failed to notice that Dumbledore's words had changed now. The first time he had spoken to Ron about the Dark Arts, he had explained that the Dark Arts warped people's minds. And now he was saying that Ron could resist, and that he knew that Ron wasn't an evil person. How does he know that? He doesn't know that I enjoyed hurting Potter and Malfoy. He doesn't know that I felt like they deserved it.

Ron entered the Great Hall, and his eyes went straight towards Percy. His older brother was talking to Colin Creevey about something, and Ron let out a tired sigh. After finally getting a good night's rest, Ron wasn't really angry with Percy anymore. Despite Percy's mistake, Ron knew that his brother was only looking out for him. And that felt good. So Ron wasn't going to get into a fight with him, he was just going overlook Ginny finding out everything. Fighting Perce won't make Ginny forget, it'll only ruin what little progress we've made. Ron went straight towards his friends, and he took his usual seat.

"That was a long meeting" Pansy said immediately. "What did Dumbledore want?"

"We ended up playing chess" Ron lied, he wanted to keep his new training a secret for now. Ron knew the advantages of having tricks up one's sleeve that no one knew about. "And before you ask, I lost."

"Hardly surprising" Theo shrugged. "That's Albus Dumbledore, mate. Greatest Wizard since Merlin himself, and all that."

"So what did you guys get up to?" Ron asked them as he began making his plate.

"Millie beat Theo and Blaise in an arm-wrestling contest" Pansy giggled while Tracey outright laughed.

"Did she now?" Ron smiled widely as he looked at his best friends.

"You are more than welcome to challenge her yourself, Weasley" Blaise frowned.

"I'll pass" Ron chuckled. "I know the benefits of not biting off more than I can chew."

"Your eating habits would say otherwise" Theo smirked, and Ron feigned hurt.

"Don't mind them, Ron" Millie smirked at Theo. "They're just upset that a girl beat them, especially after they challenged said girl."

"I didn't challenge you, Theo did" Blaise said curtly. "I just got mixed up in his mistake."

"Either way, I'm the champion" Millie laughed.

"Champion…" the Entity's voice echoed in Ron's head, and Ron dropped his utensils.

"Ron?" Daphne asked, her eyes fixed on his suddenly horrified face. "Ron, what's wrong? You've gone deathly pale."

"I'm… I'm fine…" Ron muttered, and then he swallowed thickly. "Just… a headache…" What the fuck was that?!

"Are you sure?" Tracey asked, the humor in her voice gone.

"I'm sure" Ron said as he picked up his utensils. "I'm still a bit under the weather, that's all."

"You should eat, Ron" Pansy advised softly. "It will make you feel better."

"Ron?" came a boy's voice from behind him, and Ron turned to see Cedric Diggory and Max McDean.

"Hey guys, what can I do for you?" Ron smiled at them, he was still panicking internally. Why did I just hear that… that thing?!

"Madam Pomfrey asked us to give you this" Cedric replied as he handed Ron a note, and Ron pocketed it immediately. In fucking public, really?

"Why were you with her?" Ron asked out of curiosity.

"We volunteer in her Wing during weekends" Max smiled at Ron.

"Hufflepuffs" Ron grinned, and both Hufflepuffs chuckled.

"Guilty as charged" Cedric smiled. "Take care, Ron." And with that, both boys walked off towards their house table.

"Why are they handing you a note from Pomfrey?" Blaise asked immediately. "Are you sick? Hurt?"

"Ease up, mate" Ron chuckled, he couldn't let them know about this. "It's just a sick note in case I need it for tomorrow's classes."

"So you are sick" Pansy sighed.

"No, I'm stressed" Ron corrected her. "It's just in case I feel overwhelmed, that's it."

"You mean if you have another panic attack?" Daphne asked, her expression showing her concern. Something was definitely happening with Ron, and she was going to find out. No one should be an island, everyone needed allies. Especially someone like Ron.

"Yeah, I suppose" Ron shrugged. "But c'mon guys, I'm fine. I even look better, see" Ron gestured to his face. "Now, can we please eat and talk about how Millie is tougher than Theo and Blaise put together."

"Put together?" Theo frowned. "Where did you pull that out of?"

"C'mon mate, we all know it's true" Ron smirked at Theo. "And you know it too."

"What I know is that you're a prick" Theo shot back, and Ron grinned.

"Never said that I wasn't."

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Daphne Greengrass' POV

March 15th, 1993 (Sanctuary)

Merlin, what had gotten into Ron lately? He had finally convinced them all to try practicing some self-defense spells with him, and now he was pushing them too hard. Daphne had already started sweating… SWEATING! The Heiress of the proud Greengrass Family had sweat on her brow, and in her armpits. This is unacceptable. Mother would be so disappointed if she saw me like this. Ugh… And I reek of sweat. Daphne shot a look to Pansy, and she saw that her friend was equally distressed.

"Ron, can we please stop this?" Daphne asked him, and he frowned at her.

"Daph, we just started" Ron replied.

"We've been at this for two fucking hours, mate" Theo groaned, he was lying down in the sand. "And unlike the girls, you aren't taking it easy on Blaise and me."

"Nonsense" Ron argued. "Millie's keeping up, look." Daphne looked to a sweaty Millicent, and the girl smiled tiredly. She had sweat all over her face, and she looked exhausted.

"She's done, Ron" Blaise told the red head. "She just won't admit it."

"I'm fine" Millie lied, her shaky voice giving it away.

"Well, I'm done" Tracey groaned, Ron had just recently disarmed and floored her. "All you're doing is knocking us around."

"I'm trying to teach you a simple Shield Charm" Ron frowned at Tracey. "It's not that hard, Blaise and Theo got it easily enough."

"We're not them" Tracey frowned back at Ron. "I'm done…" Ron's expression suddenly became dark, and Tracey immediately lost her frown. I need to step in before he bites her head off.

"Ron, we can continue practicing tomorrow" Daphne said quickly, she really didn't want Ron losing his temper at Tracey. "We just need rest, and so do you." Ron looked at Daphne, his ocean blue eyes piercing through her.

"Fine, go have your rest" Ron said coldly, and then he turned towards a dummy and started practicing again. Daphne shot a quick look to Tracey, and she that her best friend was rubbing her forehead in a tired fashion. Theo was the first to get up and leave, then it was Pansy, then Blaise, and then Millie. They all left the Sanctuary, they knew that it was best to leave Ron alone when he got like this. Daphne walked up to Tracey, and she put a light hand on Tracey's back.

"Go, before he gets angrier" Daphne whispered.

"I didn't mean it…" Tracey whispered back, a guilty look on her face.

"It's okay, Trace" Daphne whispered. "I'll talk to him, and I'll tell him that on your behalf." That is if he doesn't chew me out. Whenever he's like this, the smallest thing will make him explode. Tracey nodded, and then she too left the Sanctuary. Once Daphne heard the door close, she looked to Ron's back. He was casting stunners and the Disarming Charm in quick succession, his voice chanting out every spell. "Ron, can we talk please?" Daphne called out, and he stopped moving.

"Don't you want some 'rest'?" Ron spat out, his back facing her.

"Don't talk to me like that, not when we're alone" Daphne shot back, and he turned around to face her. She was surprised to see that he had a blank expression on his face, but his gaze was piercing. Don't give him an inch, Daphne. No weakness.

"All I'm doing is trying to help you lot, but you can't even be bothered putting in an effort" Ron said coldly.

"We trained for two hours, Ron" Daphne argued. "Not all of us have your stamina."

"You mean you're all lazy" Ron shot back, and Daphne felt a frown form on her lips. "You think I'm not tired? Because I am. But unlike you, I don't just give up when things get a bit rough."

"Maybe if you told us why you're suddenly doing this, we'd be more inclined to practice" Daphne huffed as she put her hands on her hips. She didn't miss Ron's eyes scanning her quickly, but she was in no mood for their games today.

"I have told you" Ron replied, his eyes focused on hers again.

"The Dark Lord might return" Daphne recounted his words. "'Might' being the operative word in this scenario of yours."

"It's a fact" Ron said firmly. "Not some hypothetical scenario that I'm throwing out there. And if you need proof, here…" Ron pulled his left sleeve back and showed her his serpent-trail scars. Daphne flinched at the sight of them, but she immediately regretted that. His scars did scare her, but she didn't want him to know that.

"Ron, where is this coming from?" Daphne sighed. "You weren't like this before the party, and now you're… acting very odd. Is this about Malfoy? I've seen you two looking at each other, you know. Sometimes you both look away, but sometimes you two just hold eye-contact. What happened with him Ron, what did you say?"

"I told him that I should've let him die in the Forbidden Forest…" Ron admitted, his stare still piercing.

"What? Why?" Daphne asked, she had lost her composure for a second.

"It just… came out" Ron shrugged.

"Did you… did you mean it?" Daphne asked softly. He wouldn't, Ron's not like that.

"In the moment, I did" Ron replied. "But now, no." Thank Merlin. "I'm not trying to 'knock you guys around', I'm trying to help you."

"Ron, Tracey didn't mean that" Daphne told him. "She was just frustrated, and now she's probably really guilty about making you angry. You know that she adores you, right?"

"If she adored me, she'd listen" Ron sighed, his gaze losing its sharpness. "She can't even maintain a Shield Charm for more than ten seconds… She just gives up at the first sign of making an effort. I thought that if I showed her what happens if you let your guard-down, then maybe she'd finally try."

"She did try" Daphne said firmly. "But we've never done this sort of thing before. We know the spells, but we don't practice them regularly like you do."

"Why don't you?" Ron asked. "It's just common sense, isn't it? To be stronger."

"Ron, how many people do you think train like you?" Daphne narrowed her eyes on him. "I'll tell you, none. They might sharpen their skills every now and then, but they don't frequently train for hours on end. Not even Potter does that, and he's the Boy-Who-Lived." Something glinted in Ron's eyes at the mention of Potter, and Daphne blinked at him. "What?"

"Nothing, you've just never used Potter as an example before" Ron replied.

"Well, he was the best one I could think of" Daphne responded. Is he annoyed at me for using Potter as an example? Why?

"Potter should train like this every day" Ron said to himself, an odd look appearing on his face. And the annoyance is gone… I wish that I could see into his brain sometimes, at least then I'd be able to keep up with him. Ron then looked at her in an analyzing way, and Daphne felt a little self-conscious.

"What is it?" Daphne asked, not showing any sign of her insecurities. I'm sweaty, dirty, my hair is a mess, and my underwear is filled with sand. Stop staring at me!

"Want to Duel?" Ron asked, and she blinked at him. Seriously, how does his brain work?

"Why?" Daphne asked.

"I want to see if you've learned anything" Ron took on an aggressive stance.

"I don't want to Duel, Ron" Daphne said.

"Afraid?" Ron smirked.

"No" Daphne huffed. I'd be an idiot if I wasn't.

"I'll go easy on you" Ron kept smirking.

"I don't need your pity, Weasley" Daphne frowned deeply. "You want a Duel? Fine…" Daphne took on a defensive stance. There's about seven feet between us, so I need to shield myself and move back a bit. More distance means that I have more time to react to his spells.

"On the count of three then" Ron said, his smirk disappearing. "One… two… three!"

"Protego" Daphne chanted, and she immediately felt a stunner slam into her shield. It exploded against the transparent shield, and Daphne's vision was briefly blocked by a bright red light. Daphne went to move back immediately, but as her eyes refocused, Ron was already in her face. Damn, what is…? Her thoughts were interrupted as Ron grabbed onto her right wrist, and he pulled her arm up. Daphne lost her footing, but he put his left arm around her back to steady her. Ron then put her right arm behind her back, and he held her in a hug.

"There's no contact in Dueling" Daphne frowned at him, his face hovering above hers. "Let go of me." She began to squirm, but she could barely move.

"If I was trying to kill you, then you'd…" he trailed off, his expression slightly unhappy. Daphne stopped squirming, and she just stared at his face. Trying to kill me?

"Ron…" Daphne managed to squeak out.

"The first thing I told you was to never block any spells if you can dodge them" Ron told her. "That was the very first thing I said, and yet you immediately cast a Shield Charm. And while you blocked that, I closed the distance." I forgot how quick he can be… He does run every morning… "Your enemies won't care about 'no contact', Daph…"

"I don't have enemies…" Daphne said softly.

"You will one day…" Ron responded, and then he let her go and walked back towards the dummy. "Leave me, I want to practice in peace." Daphne just stared at his back as she massaged her right wrist, his hold had hurt her a bit. Daphne turned around and walked out of the Sanctuary, and she slammed the door shut behind her. He's such a git! What's his problem?! He wanted to Duel, and then he gets angry with me for trying to block a stunner?! Daphne stomped down towards the dungeons, and she was grateful that no one commented on her haggard appearance.

She had to send a letter to her father, something was definitely wrong with Ron lately. And if he wouldn't talk to her about it, then she'd tell her father. I bet he'll tell my Lord Father, because apparently, I'm not good enough!

"Cobra" Daphne spat at the entrance, and it slid open to reveal the common room. Daphne stomped inside, and went straight towards her dorm. The last thing she wanted was for everyone else in Slytherin to see her like this. As Daphne marched past some first years, she heard them sniggering. Daphne shot them a hateful glare, and they shut up immediately. That's what I thought. Daphne walked up to her room, and she burst in and shut the door behind her.

"Daph, you're back" Tracey smiled hopefully, she looked clean from her recent shower. "Is he still…"

"All he wanted was for you to make an effort, Tracey" Daphne hissed, and Tracey flinched. "But no, you would rather mess around and spoil his mood instead."

"Daphne, what's gotten into you?" Pansy asked. "Don't talk to Tracey like that."

"He's right, you know" Daphne told them, her anger at Ron coming out on them. "We wouldn't last more than five seconds against him, and that's just pathetic." With that, Daphne marched into the bathroom and she shut the door behind her. That was really stupid of me… Daphne put her head against the door, and she sighed. I didn't even last five seconds. I'm pathetic. Daphne locked the door, and then she turned to look in the mirror. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight. The right side of her hair was a rat's nest, her clothes were dirty and disheveled, and she had sweat marks on her face. Daphne took a sniff of herself, and she gagged. Merlin…

"He probably smelled me too…" Daphne mumbled, and then she sighed again. She then began to undress, and she quickly hopped into the shower. The hot water was a blessing, and she felt all of her tension wash away. Once she was done, she realized that she hadn't brought a spare change of clothes with her. I might kill someone tonight. Daphne dried her hair with a Drying Charm, and she covered herself with a green towel. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she braced herself for an argument. But she was spared from one because the girls had left.

"I don't blame them" Daphne said to herself, and then she walked over to her desk. She sat down on her chair, and she crossed her legs. There was already a piece of parchment at the center of the desk, and she reached over and pulled her quill out of the inkpot. But she didn't write anything down. So I just send father a letter every time that I need help? That's just… lazy. That's what Ron called me. Lazy. Daphne frowned to herself, and she put the quill back in the inkpot. "Just give him time, and then try again later" Daphne told herself. "He's incredibly stressed because of this Veela business, and he needs to focus on his chess career. I'll just give him his space, Merlin knows that I need mine right now."

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Ronald Weasley's POV

March 15th, 1993 (Sanctuary)

He shouldn't have gotten that angry with them, but he had. Why couldn't they just listen? He told them that the Dark Lord would return, but they still didn't listen! What kind of logic was driving this idiotic behavior?! Didn't their Slytherin traits tell them that this was the best way to preserve their own safety? Because Ron's did. Ron let out a tired groan, and then he kicked the dummy over.

"Take that, you Dark Lord" Ron spat out. "Fucking piece of shite…" Maybe he did need to see a Mind-Healer. He was picturing people that he hated whenever he attacked the dummies, and that couldn't be healthy. He'd see Bellatrix, the woman who killed Malfoy and his father in cold blood. He'd see Pansy's mother, a woman who killed her own daughter. And he'd see Quirrell, because he had no fucking idea what the Dark Lord looked like.

Ron pulled out Pomfrey's note, and he gazed at the message. 'We will start our first session after the Easter Break ends. Come to the Hospital Wing after classes end on Monday, the 6th of April.' Ron let out another groan as he tucked the note into his pant's pocket, and he felt something solid hit his fingers.

"What the…" Ron muttered as he pulled out the small solid object, and his eyes widened when he saw it. "My Hogwarts pin… How did he…?" Ron was baffled at the sight, but a small smile broke onto his face. "Crafty old codger" Ron chuckled. Ron then put the pin on the ground, and he pointed his right palm at it. Practice makes perfect, and he would be perfect when the time came.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: And it's done! Now, I know that my last three chapters were over 20,000 words. And I know that many of you are busy too, so I'll go back to their normal 12,000 to 15,000 word limit. This is better for me too, because damn this shit getting tough. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed that. Not much action, but Ron is beginning to set out a plan for himself.

Next chapter will start with a small time jump, I want to get right into Paris! So, get keen. Ron gets to see more of Paris, and he finally sees Beauxbatons. Another small hint, both Greengrass sisters won't be happy that Sebastian is hogging Ron to himself.

Also, I'm changing the days on which I upload. From now on, I'll upload every Wednesday, and Saturday!

See you guys next time!