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.

93. Chapter 93 - Terrible Truths

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 93 is finished! Sorry about the delay, but Jedi Fallen Order came out and I was playing through that. If anyone is interested, it was bloody amazing! Finally a good Star Wars game! Check it out if you have time, it's great!

Anyway, sorry again for the delay!

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 93 – Terrible Truths

Sirius Black's POV

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (Grimmauld Place – Past Midnight)

Pomfrey had sedated Snape, mostly because he was muttering nonsense and trying to shove people away from himself. According to the Matron of the Hospital Wing, Snape was showing severe signs of hysteria and PTSD. Sirius had thought about lending a hand, but in the end, he had found himself standing idly by in the corner of the room.

For the first time in his entire life, he didn't despise Snape. Throughout their entire schooling days, Sirius had wished nothing but ill on Snape. Even when Sirius was in Azkaban, his mind would come up with scenarios of the former Death-Eater's demise. But over the last couple of days, Sirius couldn't even bring himself to mock his childhood nemesis within his own mind. And he wasn't alone in feeling this way. Snape's resistance against the Dark Lord himself had made the man untouchable. Even Moody had praised Snape's mental fortitude, which was completely out of character for the ex-Auror.

"Let me through," came Pomona's voice, and Sirius looked to see the portly witch barge past the Weasley boys. Behind her were Filius and Minerva, both of whom were wearing gloomy expressions. "Severus…"

"Severus, can you hear us?" Minerva asked, all three Heads of Houses hovering near the man's bed. Snape didn't say a word, instead, he kept staring down at his missing hand. He's not even blinking… What did Pomfrey give him?

"He's not being responsive," Pomfrey told the latest arrivals. "Where is Albus?"

"On his way," Minerva replied, though her eyes didn't leave Snape. "Fawkes is about to begin his Cycle of Reincarnation. As it turns out, the Phoenix was holding off in order to look after Severus." Really?

"What did you give him?" Filius asked Pomfrey.

"A strong mixture of the Sleeping Draught and the Draught of Peace," Pomfrey replied. "I had little choice… He was not responding to anything else, and whenever we tried to get close, he lashed out."

"Severus, talk to us," Pomona whispered as she sat down by his side. "Tell us what happened."

Everyone went dead quiet, and even Sirius leaned forward a bit. There was no denying that people wanted answers, and this could be their one chance to get them. Talk already. Tell us how the Dark Lord figured out that you were a spy.

"Where is Albus?" Snape finally looked up, his expression dull and uninterested.

"He's on his way," Pomona smiled a little, she knew that she could get through to him.

"Why did you come after me?" Snape whispered, and Pomona blinked at him. "It was foolish, and you could've been killed." What? We bloody saved you.

"Perhaps, but it was the right thing to do," Filius stepped in. "You're one of us, Severus, and we don't leave each other behind."

"How noble," Snape drawled, and then he closed his eye. "I will wait for Albus… Leave me."

The Heads exchanged looks with Pomfrey, who just shook her head slowly. Sirius felt the urge to frown at Snape's dismissal, but he kept himself in check. If there was one thing that he was trying to master, it was self-control and patience. Plus, I know why he wants to be left alone. I was the same after my release from Azkaban.

"Alright, everyone out," Pomfrey said, and then she beckoned Sirius. "He needs privacy, let's go."

One by one, everyone shuffled out of the room. Sirius followed behind Arthur, who was keeping Molly from coddling the crippled Potions Master. The Heads of Houses, and Pomfrey, were the last to leave the room.

"Shouldn't you stay in there?" Sirius whispered to Pomfrey. "You know, just in case he tries something…"

"Tries something?" Pomfrey asked, a slight frown on her face. Sirius looked to the others, who were already descending down the stairs.

"Self-harm…" Sirius whispered to Pomfrey. "When I got back from Azkaban, I tried it… I don't know what got into my head, but I just wanted out. I didn't want to be a shell of what I was, and so it felt like the right thing to do…"

Pomfrey's frown slowly disappeared, and she gave him a weak smile.

"I'll stay by the door," Pomfrey told him, while Sirius rubbed the back of his head. What am I even doing? Why should I care if he slits his wrists?

"Right," Sirius mumbled. "Call me if you need anything." Again, what are you doing, Sirius?

Pomfrey gave him a nod, and Sirius quickly followed the others down. Due to his Animagus Senses, he could hear them all whispering to each other. Most of them were concerned about Snape's mental state, while Molly was convinced that Snape needed a hot meal and some rest. Eventually, he found himself within the Kitchen. Molly was already putting together some soup over the stove, while Arthur and his sons sat with Sturgis on the dinner table. The Heads of Houses were waiting for Albus in the Living Room, and Sirius found himself conflicted on where to go.

"Sirius, are you alright?" came Pandora's voice, and he turned around to see Pandora and Xeno enter the Kitchen.

"I'm fine," Sirius replied. "I just… I'm not sure on what to do."

"For now, there is nothing that we can do," Xeno told him. "Everything is in Dumbledore's hands for now."

"Yeah… You're right," Sirius nodded slowly, and then he sat down besides Sturgis.

"How did the Dark Lord figure out that Professor Snape was a spy?" Bill asked everyone. "I mean, the Headmaster was certain that he could infiltrate the Death-Eaters, right?"

"Obviously, we've all underestimated You-Know-Who," Sturgis said with a distant look, he too felt unsure about leaving Snape alone. "Perhaps Mr. Moody is right… We've all become far too lax in our vigilance."

"Mum, he's not going to eat your cooking," Charlie said to his mother's back. "He can barely function with those sedatives in his system, and he's missing a hand."

"Then I'll feed it to him," Molly huffed. "Did you not see how sickly he looked? He hasn't eaten since he was captured, and if we don't get any food in him, he'll get sick."

"Your mother is right," Arthur told his son. "Food and rest are essential."

Once again, Sirius found himself lost for words. Merlin, he hated feeling this way. What was he supposed to do? How could he have been so wrong about a person for so long? No, he was a Death-Eater. He might have changed over the years, but he was still a murdering bigot once. I didn't misjudge him. James didn't misjudge him. Lily didn't misjudge him. She was right to talk about him with disgust.

"Does Lady Weasley require assistance?" came Kreacher's croaky voice, and Sirius broke out of his thoughts. And then there's him.

"Yes," Molly shot a soft smile towards the Elf. "Please dice the chicken up, and heat up some carrots."

"Kreacher understand," the Elf croaked, and then he walked further into the Kitchen.

Sirius' eyes followed the Elf's every move, while his mind tried to figure out why Kreacher was being so helpful. He went from being insane to being extremely helpful out of nowhere. It just doesn't make any sense, what changed him so much? Sirius couldn't argue the Elf's true motives anymore, especially after his participation in the battle, but old wounds still lingered. Kreacher had been a cruel, and disgusting, little monster for as long as Sirius could remember, and yet, he was clearly brave and loyal as well. The Elf had even captured Narcissa Malfoy, and at the cost of losing most of his right ear.

"Lord Black, why are you staring at Kreacher?" Sturgis whispered, and Sirius broke his gaze.

"Just call me Sirius, Sturgis," Sirius sighed out. "And I wasn't staring, alright?"

"Right," Sturgis gave a slow nod.

"Do you need a drink?" Sirius asked as he stood up. "I need a fucking drink. Arthur? You want one?"

"No thanks," Arthur shook his head. "I've got work tomorrow."

"I'll have one," Charlie said.

"No, you won't," Molly glared back at her son. "Where is Kirsten?"

"Still asleep in her own room," Charlie sighed out, his mother had forced them to sleep two floors apart.

"Not wise, Charlie," Bill nudged his brother. "Just leave it, yeh? Now's not the time."

"Whatever," Charlie leaned back and rubbed his face, while Sirius shot him a sorry look. As he was making his way towards the Firewhiskey, he heard the fireplace roar to life. Dumbledore is here.

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Albus Dumbledore's POV

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (Grimmauld Place – Past Midnight)

"Albus, it's good that you're here," Minerva said as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace.

"He sent you all away?" Albus asked, his eyes scanning his Heads of Houses.

"Poppy gave him a powerful sedative, and he's still not responding," Filius explained.

"He keeps staring at his missing hand," Pomona added, there was clearly a lump in her throat.

"I'll go and talk to him," Albus started making his way out of the room. "The rest of you should return to Hogwarts."

"Are you sure?" Minerva asked, and he gave her a nod.

"Severus needs rest, and we still have a school to run," Albus said, and then he parted ways with his Heads of Houses. As he neared the stairs, he spotted Sirius lurking near the Kitchen's entrance. He looks plagued once again. "Sirius, accompany me upstairs please."

"Yeah… Sure," Sirius replied, and then he drank down his glass of Firewhiskey. Sirius left the glass on a nearby table, and they both began making their way up.

"Inform me of the night's events," Albus ordered, and Sirius drew in a sharp breath.

"Not much to say," Sirius started. "Pandora left some sort of Alarming Charm in the room, so when Snape finally stirred, it went off. Fawkes was gone by then, and I was first on the scene. I tried to floo you, but I was told by an Elf that you were asleep. So I had your Elf fetch the Heads of Houses." And Minerva ordered Zinny to wake me up with force if necessary.

"You did well, Sirius," Albus commended.

"Didn't do much," Sirius shrugged, and Albus watched the man's ever slowing stride.

"You are still bothered by recent events," Albus stated, and Sirius immediately looked uncomfortable.

"Forget about my 'feelings', Dumbledore," Sirius sighed out. "I just need to get my head on straight… Just focus on him, alright?"

"Very well," Albus said, Sirius looked like a confused child at the moment. "But if you need to talk, Sirius, I am always here."

"I… Thanks," Sirius stopped walking. "I'll head back down, I think… Good luck."

Albus didn't stop his progress upwards, while Sirius hurried back downstairs in order to get another drink. I sense a change coming in Sirius' behavior, and I think I should encourage it. After all, whatever benefits Sirius also benefits Harry. Albus reached the top floor, and he found Poppy guarding the door to Regulus' old room.

"Albus," Poppy greeted, a look of relief washing over her features.

"Poppy, how is he?" Albus asked, his eyes fixed on the door.

"He needs time," Poppy replied. "He's been through something extremely traumatic, not to mention his injuries." She drew in a deep breath. "He might not even talk to you, just know that."

"You may return to Hogwarts, if you wish," Albus said, and she gave him a nod.

"I've given Pandora his sedatives, and she's promised to stay nearby," Poppy said, and then she left for downstairs.

Albus used his Occlumency to organize his lethargic mind, he was still recovering from his disturbed slumber. Once he had regained control, he opened the door and entered the room. Severus was sitting up on the bed, his right eye fixed on his missing hand.

"Severus," Albus all but whispered as he sat down on the bed's edge. "My boy… I am so sorry."

"You're sorry?" Severus looked up, the scars on his face were faint enough that Albus could barely see them. "What are you sorry for, Albus?"

"For sending you to him," Albus replied, his eyes fixed on Snape's only eye. "For demanding far too much of you."

"Spare me, Albus," Severus scoffed. "I have made my own choices, and this is the price that I have to pay for my numerous crimes. I offered you my help, and I knew the risks. So spare me your act of falling on your own sword, I have no patience for it."

"I see," Albus gave a weak smile. "You truly are the bravest man that I've ever met, Severus."

"I doubt it," Severus looked back down at his missing hand. "I can't work for you anymore, Albus."

"Do you wish to resign?" Albus asked, making sure to mask his own opinion on the matter.

"No, but look at me," Severus said tiredly, the sedatives were putting him under. "My eye… My face… My hand… I even lost my wand…"

"Then we'll get you another," Albus reached forward and placed his hand on Snape's left shoulder. "I know that I have no right to say this, but I still need you, Severus. Ronald and I both need you. The war has only just started, and I need you by my side." I trust you above all others.

"The boy… How is he?" Severus asked. "Has he done something stupid yet?"

Albus blinked at his young friend, and then he understood what Severus was referring to. Ronald is still ruled by his emotions.

"He's the one who truly saved you," Albus said without thinking. "He noticed that your fireplace was out, and he brought it to my attention. We then followed the clues and discovered that you were missing. He, of course, wanted to rush into Malfoy Manor in order to rescue you, but I cautioned restraint. That's when he came up with using Elf Magic to get past the Wards of the Manor."

"He planned the rescue?" Severus asked, his expression softening a little.

"We both did, but he made it all possible," Albus replied. "Even I discounted the Elves, much like the Dark Lord."

"Elves… I could've called a Hogwarts Elf when I was running from him…" Severus muttered to himself. "I'm a fool…"

Albus felt the urge to refute that, but he held his tongue. In truth, he didn't know what to say to Severus. Albus felt guilty, relieved, proud, and angry at the same time, and he was not used to letting his emotions run free.

"How did Voldemort know of your true allegiance?" Albus finally asked, this question had been festering in his mind ever since the rescue.

"He…" Severus started, but then he stopped. Snape knew that Albus' trip to Albania had been the last straw for the Dark Lord, but he couldn't bring himself to say that. The old man would blame himself even more, and that would only serve to hinder the Order. "He has gone mad in his exile, Albus. I never had a chance of infiltrating his Death-Eaters."

"Mad?" Albus asked, was he not to blame for Severus' capture?

"He has changed for the worse," Severus clarified, his right eye becoming distant. "He is angry… And unlike before, he craves nothing but vengeance against us all. He has no plans for World Domination anymore, he only seeks to deal out death. He'll kill us all, including his own Death-Eaters. And then, he'll kill everyone else."

"Until he is the only being alive?" Albus asked slowly.

"Until his immortality can never be challenged," Severus said, and Albus felt slight dread in his bones. An enemy that seeks to undo all of Humanity, that's who we're dealing with. To think that I had high hopes for Tom once.

"Did he tell you this?" Albus asked.

"No, but I felt it," Severus replied. "I felt his… hatred… And his malice… He is no longer a man, Albus. We're fighting against a monster."

"No, Severus," Albus said, a look of certainty on his face. "Tom is a man, don't give him the satisfaction by thinking otherwise. He is the most base of all of us, but he is still human. And like any man, he can be killed."

Severus went to say something, but a knock at the door stopped him.

"Come in," Albus called, and Molly Weasley entered the room. Behind her was a floating platter of fresh soup and bread, and Albus knew that his conversation with Severus was at an end. Save your questions for later, Albus. Let him rest and recover first.

"I've brought food," Molly said, her eyes moving between the two of them.

"I am not hungry," Severus looked away, a bitter expression on his face. "Feed your poison to Black, if you must, but leave me alone."

"Severus, you must eat," Albus advised. "You haven't eaten since your capture."

"You will get sick," Molly added, choosing to ignore his insults. "Just have as much as you can stomach, at least." Severus didn't say anything, and a cross look flashed across her face. "My husband could've died in the mission to rescue you, so you will eat this food whether you like it or not. I will not allow you to die of a fever, not after you survived that madman."

Molly stomped over to the bedside, while Albus got out of her way. After she sat down, the platter landed in her lap, and she began to break the bread up into smaller bits.

"He needs his rest," Molly shot Albus a quick frown. "Your questions will need to wait, or we'll be burying him before long."

"And this soup will save my life, will it?" Severus asked coldly. Despite his medication, he still can't help himself.

"It will," Molly said in a challenging tone. "Now open your mouth."

"What?" Severus glowered.

"The sedatives have a numbing effect, Poppy told me on her way out," Molly explained as she hovered a spoonful of soup near Severus' face. "You will spill it on yourself, so I'll feed you."

"Albus," Severus frowned in his direction, but Albus saw the sense in Molly's words.

"Severus, eat and rest," Albus said gently. "Please."

"I can feed myself," Severus sneered at them, and then he reached for a spare spoon with his missing hand.

And just like that, silence engulfed them all. Severus had frozen mid-reach, his right eye fixed on his bandaged stub. Even Molly had lost her challenging frown, and was now just looking hurt on Severus' behalf. As for Albus, he felt his heart clench for a moment, but then a familiar rage burned through him. Lord Voldemort will pay, I'll make sure of it.

Severus pulled his arm back slowly, a cold and uninterested expression gracing his features. Neither Molly nor Albus dared utter a word, but the Weasley matriarch somehow regained her focus before Albus could.

"Please," she said as softly as she could. "Don't give up now, not after everything you've been through. You have to eat. You have to live."

Severus swallowed thickly, and then he slowly took the spoon in his mouth. Albus decided to leave at that, he knew that Severus was too proud to have him there during such a moment. As Albus shut the door, he shot Molly a grateful smile. Once the door was closed, Albus released a shaky breath. Just one more thing before I leave.

He made his way up towards the attic, he had made sure to collect Draco's letter on the way here. She has to make her decision tonight, I will not be so patient with the likes of her. Albus climbed up the steps, and he entered without knocking. Narcissa Malfoy sat by the tiny window on the other side of the attic, her eyes fixed on the street below.

"Have you made your decision?" Albus asked as he approached her.

"Will my son be sleeping in this attic?" Narcissa asked without looking at him.

"No," Albus replied. "He will be given his own room."

"And yet, you'll all treat him like an animal," Narcissa hissed as she looked at him. "My son will be a prisoner, just like his mother."

"You have made these choices, Narcissa, not I," Albus said without a hint of pity. "And we are not base animals like you. Draco will be treated with kindness, no one here blames him for the crimes of you and your husband."

"What crimes?" Narcissa stood up. "We wish to preserve our heritage, and our traditions-"

"By killing those who are different," Albus finished. "Spare me your bitter rant, I have come here for a decision. Will Draco be staying with you? Or your husband?"

"I… He will… be staying with me," Narcissa said, and then she sneered at him. "But mark my words, old man, there will be justice for this."

"Justice?" Albus asked. "This is justice. You being locked away from the World is justice for what you did to Severus."

Her hateful mask cracked for a moment.

"Severus is dead?" she asked, her voice devoid of any venom.

"No, but he will never be whole again," Albus replied. "Your 'traditions' caused you to betray your own ally and friend, your own son's Godfather, so please tell me, is your hatred worth it?" She didn't reply. "What will your son think of you when he learns the truth?"

"We had no choice," she hissed, the mention of her son had clearly agitated her.

"Yes, you did," Albus said coldly. "You chose to serve a madman, while many others like you resisted. You opened your homes to him, gave him political power, and then killed in his name. You created Lord Voldemort." She flinched at the mention of her Master's name. "Your son will learn the truth, I will tell him myself, and unlike you, he will chose the right path. Draco's soul can still be saved from your poison."

"I am his mother," Narcissa glared at him.

"I am not refuting that," Albus said, and then he pulled out Draco's letter. "Here, it's from your son."

She approached him slowly, but then she snatched the letter from his hands. As she read through it, Albus simply studied her features. She is scared for her son's Future, but so am I. If Draco does follow in his father's footsteps, then he will not survive the war. But if kept away from the Dark Lord, then he might even save lives.

"You steal his mail?" Narcissa said hatefully.

"Yes," Albus replied, he saw no need to lie. "You will see him soon, I promise."

"I can't write to him?" she asked.

"No," Albus turned around to leave, but she followed after him.

"He does not believe your lie about Severus," she said.

"Good, it will make my job easier," Albus said without acknowledging her. "I will tell him of what you and your husband did to Severus, and then I will let him decide his own Future."

"You will manipulate him against me," Narcissa spat out. "Do not try to fool me with your 'nobility', old man. You wish to control my son, just like the Dark Lord. You two are more alike than you think."

"I am nothing like your Master," Albus said as he neared the door. "If Draco chooses to go into hiding instead of fighting, then I will shelter him. Tell me, what would your Master do in my position?" With that, Albus exited the attic and shut the door. I must speak with Draco before the Gala. His father cannot be given a chance to see him.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (The Hospital Wing – Morning)

Ron woke up feeling uncomfortable, something had pinned his left arm down to the bed.

"Ugh…" Ron groaned as his eyes opened, his entire body felt heavy. Why is my arm so numb? Ron eyed the head of blonde hair which was resting on his left forearm, his girlfriend had snuck into the Hospital Wing in the dead of night. She was sleeping in a chair, and truth be told, she looked extremely uncomfortable. What time is it?

Ron slowly tried to pull his arm away from Daphne's grasp, which resulted in the blonde witch shooting up in her chair, her eyes wide-open and some drool on the corner of her mouth. They just stared at each other, and then Ron looked to his wet sleeve. She drooled on my arm. Daphne's eyes followed his, and she let out a startled yelp.

"That's not from me," she lied blatantly, while also cleaning up the corner of her mouth face her own sleeve.

"That's not from you?" Ron blinked at her, a bemused look on his face. "Daph…"

"I don't drool in my sleep," Daphne lied again, her embarrassment written on her face. Ron just looked between his arm and her face, while Daphne avoided eye contact.

"So… Pomfrey did it?" Ron asked slowly, his bemusement was quickly turning into amusement. What an odd thing to lie about, especially considering the overwhelming evidence.

"I… Look… You can't tell people… Please?" Daphne stammered, her exhaustion catching up to her.

"Of course I won't," Ron sat up. "But honestly, everyone drools in their sleep, Daphne."

"Ladies don't…" Daphne sighed, and then she rubbed her lower back. "Ow…"

"You could've asked me to scoot last night," Ron smiled a lazy smile. "I enjoyed sleeping with you in Sanctuary."

"Don't say that so loudly," Daphne looked scandalized. Say what? I was trying to be sweet. "People could misunderstand that sentence, Ron." Oh…

"You can join me, if you want," Ron moved over to the side, and then he patted the bed. A greedy look crossed her face, and she quickly hopped onto the bed. "That wasn't very ladylike."

"Oh, hush," Daphne rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched upwards.

"You snuck in here," Ron stated, while Daphne rested her back on his left arm.

"How did you figure that out?" Daphne gasped, and then she shot him a teasing smile.

"Don't be mean to me, I just woke up," Ron kissed the side of her head. This is how simple life should be.

"As did I," Daphne shrugged. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine," Ron replied. "Though my left arm is numb and wet…"

"I wonder how that happened," Daphne feigned ignorance.

"It was Pomfrey," Ron chuckled.

"Had to be," Daphne tapped her chin. "But seriously, Ron, how are you? Madam Pomfrey told us that your blood-pressure was too high, and it caused the nosebleed. Not to mention your brain being inflamed, which always scares me to death."

"I've got a lot going on right now, but you already know that," Ron said. "I feel a lot better, I promise. I just needed a good night's rest to get my strength back." A good night's rest… I wonder what that's like. "Now… Tell me about you."

"There's nothing to tell," Daphne replied. "Oh, I ordered Ginevra a very nice dress."

"You did?" Ron blinked. "Even after my… episode?"

"I made you a promise, didn't I?" Daphne smirked smugly. "A Greengrass' word is written in stone, Ronald."

"I can see that," Ron smiled. "I love you, Daph."

"Where did that come from?" Daphne giggled, while Ron just gave her a smitten look. I love that she kept her word, despite the mess of things. I should learn from that. They suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and Daphne hopped off of the bed with the agility of a cat. Madam Pomfrey pushed herself past the curtains, her brow furrowed as she examined where the noise was coming from.

"Ms. Greengrass?" Pomfrey eyed her. "When did you arrive? It's not even time for Breakfast yet."

"I just wanted to see him as early as possible," Daphne lied, though her wrinkled clothes and slightly gunky eyes told a different story.

"You broke curfew and snuck in here, you mean," Pomfrey frowned. "Five points from Slytherin for breaking school curfew, Ms. Greengrass." Shite, we need those. "Ronald, it's nearly time for breakfast, and you are discharged."

"Thanks," Ron said awkwardly, while Daphne showed zero emotion.

"Try to stay out of here for at least three days this time," Pomfrey shook her head at him, and then she left to wake up her other patients. Ron slid out of his bed, fixed up his clothes, and then put his gloved hand forward for Daphne.

"I'm sorry about that," Ron said as she took his hand.

"Sorry about what?" Daphne asked. "Nothing happened, Ron. I didn't lose Slytherin a single point."

"Oh, of course," Ron sniggered as they began making their way back to the common room. "I was just hearing things."

"Exactly," Daphne smirked. "You really ought to get your hearing looked at, Ron. Anyway, do you want to know which kind of dress I ordered for your sister?"

"Um… Yeah, go ahead," Ron replied.

"Don't worry, I'll show you a picture later," Daphne assured him. "It's a crimson Long Ruffled V-neck, and it will match her hair perfectly."

"It won't show much skin, will it?" Ron asked.

"Just her arms," Daphne replied, and Ron nodded his approval. "Don't worry, I was very careful with my selection. If she doesn't like it, then she has no taste."

"And how much did it cost?" Ron asked.

"Forty Galleons," Daphne replied.

"For a dress?!" Ron gaped at her, and she looked quite taken aback. "Daphne…"

"What? I get most of my formal dresses from there," Daphne told him.

"And where is 'there'?" Ron asked. I mean, I can understand jewelry costing a lot of money, but a damn dress?

"It's a shop called the Dancing Maiden," Daphne replied. "In Germany." Ron blinked at her. "Look, I know that it's a bit high-priced, but that's the norm in these events. Your Family needs to look perfect when you are addressed, Ron. There will be journalists there, and rich nobles love to gossip."

"You're right… You're right…" Ron said. "I was just a little jarred by the price, that's all."

"It'll be worth it in the long run, I promise," Daphne reassured him.

"I ought to do something about the rest of my Family as well," Ron realized. "The twins hate dressing up, Percy should be fine, and Ginny is sorted."

"What about your parents?" Daphne asked.

"I'll ask them to show me their chosen clothes," Ron replied. "If they need something more Gala worthy, then I'll do something about them." That'll be a fun conversation, right?

They made their way into the Dungeons, and from there, into the common room. Once they were inside, Ron spotted a few early risers moping about the common room. When they saw him and Daphne, they just frowned in his direction.

"I take it that the Triumvirate failed to convince our House-mates," Ron whispered.

"Actually, they did manage to convince them, but people aren't happy," Daphne told him. "To be honest, Ron, I personally don't like this plan of yours."

"What?"

"It's just that we're running away from two arseholes," Daphne replied, and Ron waited for her to go on. "I mean, we can do so much more damage to them than they can do to us, but you want us to go into hiding. I'm sorry, but a lot of people don't agree with that."

"The twins are geniuses-"

"No one is refuting that, but we're not so slow ourselves," Daphne told him. "I understand that they're your brothers, and that you don't want to move against them, but they clearly have no problem with going after you. If they're as smart as you claim them to be, then they know that their actions will turn this House against you. They want you to get into trouble."

"They play pranks, it's what they do," Ron tried to explain.

"Pranks? Ron, your brothers are targeting us because we don't have Professor Snape here to protect us," Daphne said. "To me, that's quite a cowardly act. They have no problem kicking us when we're down, and yet, they claim to be 'proud Lions'." Ron thought about her words, and he found it hard to disagree with her. "It's just my opinion, and you don't have to agree with it. I'll see you at breakfast, alright?"

"Alright," Ron nodded slowly, and Daphne left for the girls' dorms.

Ron began making his way towards his room, just the mere thought of the twins bogged down Ron's mind and spirit. Why were they such arseholes to him last night? He had begged them to back off, but they had mocked and laughed at him in response. And what Daphne said is true. They didn't have the balls to come after us when Snape was around, but now that he's gone, they immediately pick up their wands. What am I supposed to do about them? I can't just beat them into submission, they're my Blood.

Ron entered his room, and he shut the door behind himself. Theo and Malfoy were still asleep, and Ron frowned at the both of them. I was gone one day, and they chose to sleep in instead of running their laps. All of them still find ways to take the easy road.

"You're back," came Blaise's voice, and Ron looked to see the dark-skinned wizard come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He's got nice shoulders, and I can almost see some abs. Wait… What am I thinking? Quick, make a joke.

"Nice," Ron grinned, which earned him a raised eyebrow from Blaise. "You've got nice-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Blaise chuckled. "Fucking weirdo."

"Just trying to be polite," Ron smirked. "Did you go for your morning run?"

"Yes, Sir," Blaise gave a mock salute. "Millie and I went together, and she ran six laps today. She's improving." Good. That's really fucking good. "How are you feeling, brother? Everything alright up there?"

"Up there?" Ron snorted. "No. Things are definitely not alright up there, but at least I'm not exhausted right now."

"You'll change that soon enough," Blaise smirked.

"True, but first I need a shower," Ron said, and then he made his way to his trunk. While Ron picked out his undergarments, Blaise quickly got dressed for the day. "Alright, I'll see you in a bit."

"Wait," Blaise called as Ron neared the bathroom. "Can I talk to you? In private?"

"Um… Sure," Ron nodded, and then he made his way inside the bathroom. Blaise followed after him, and once the bathroom door was closed, Blaise gave Ron an odd look. "Well? What is it?"

"The twins," Blaise replied, and Ron nearly groaned.

"The fucking twins…" Ron shook his head. "What about them?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, Ron, like always," Blaise started. "You're making a mistake by running away from them-"

"I'm not running away from anyone," Ron frowned a little. "First Daphne, and now you? Why do you both think that I'm running away?"

"Because you are," Blaise replied. "Actually, Tracey brought this up last night."

"Tracey?" Ron asked.

"She hates the way your Family treats you, and she hates that you have a soft spot for them," Blaise explained. "Last night, we were trying to come up with ways of dealing with the twins, and Tracey just went off. She pointed out that you have a habit of letting your siblings run all over you, and that instead of hiding, we should fight back. The twins are targeting us right now because they think we're weak, and you are proving them right."

"So what? We just go to war with my brothers?" Ron asked. "How does that help us? We'll lose more Points than they will."

"You don't care about the Points," Blaise pointed out. "I know you, Ron. I know you better than most, and you don't take shite from anyone. Remember Flint? Or Madame Maxime? Or even Dumbledore himself? Remember what you did to Potter?"

"That was different-"

"No, it wasn't," Blaise said. "In all of those situations, you were being targeted by someone, and you did everything you could to win. But when Ginevra called you a traitor, you didn't say a word in retaliation. And now, the twins are trying to run rampant, and you want to hide down here. Tracey was dead right, mate, you allow your siblings to get away with too much."

"Look…" Ron drew in a deep breath. "I'm currently under a lot of pressure, and dealing with the twins is a waste of time. They're not going to stop, so we should just ruin their fun by walking away. They want attention, Blaise, and I don't want to play into their hands."

"You say that, but it doesn't change the fact that those two idiots are hurting your good name," Blaise countered. "Ron, the Slytherins don't want to stay down here for a month. It's completely mental for you to think that they'll listen to such a plan, especially when they all see your plan for what it truly is."

"And what is my plan?"

"You would have us hide away down here in order to protect your brothers, and that's not fair," Blaise said bluntly. "I don't want to spend a month down here, no one does. The twins are just two people, and sure, they're better at this 'pranking' nonsense than we are, but shouldn't we at least try something? Is running away really the best option? You are giving them a chance to get away with their terrible behavior once again, and it'll bite you in the arse eventually."

"What would you have me do then?" Ron asked, he was starting to get annoyed.

"Talk to Tracey," Blaise replied. "She might slack off most of the time, but when she focuses on something, she's a force of nature. She's already come up with a solid plan to shut the twins down for a while."

"Shut the twins down for a while?" Ron repeated. What is she planning to do?

"Talk to her, brother," Blaise said. "You've worked hard to get to where you are now, but if you don't fight back, the twins will ruin everything for you. People are already calling you weak-willed, and it hasn't even been a day yet. When Professor Snape was leading the House, we had a firm hand guiding us. We never had to hide away from two Gryffindors."

"I'm not Professor Snape," Ron sighed out.

"No, you're actually more frightening," Blaise pointed out. "I don't remember seeing Professor Snape burn a person's hand before." Blaise then gave Ron a meaningful look. "This is not you, Ron. You don't run away from bullies, you face them and shut them down. Fight back against the twins, or at least, let someone else do it." Fuck me…

"Let me just have a shower," Ron said, and Blaise gave him a nod. "I'll talk to Tracey after Breakfast."

---

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (The Common Room – After Breakfast)

"Tracey, can I talk to you for a second?" Ron asked, and she broke away from her conversation with Millie.

"Yeah, what do you need?" she smiled at him, while Ron stood up.

"Follow me," Ron said, and then he made his way towards the boys' dorms. On the way, Ron made sure to avoid the unsatisfied looks of his House-mates, all of whom seemed quite annoyed with him. Bloody hell, my reputation is already taking a beating.

"Ron, am I in trouble?" Tracey asked as they disappeared from sight. "Because whatever you think I did, I didn't do it."

"What?" Ron turned around, and Tracey shot him a sheepish smile. "No, you're not in any trouble."

"Oh, thank the Lord," Tracey giggled. "For a second there, I was worried that you had discovered one of my schemes."

"Schemes?" Ron blinked.

"It's nothing," Tracey waved a dismissive hand, and Ron just stared at her. What schemes, woman? "What do you need from little old me?"

"Um… Blaise mentioned that I should talk to you about the twins," Ron said slowly, deciding to forget about Tracey's 'schemes'.

"The twins…" Tracey frowned immediately, and then she drew in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry about this, Ron, but I don't agree with your plan. Only Pansy and Millie support your tactic, while the rest of us are against it."

"You think I'm hiding," Ron stated.

"Because you are," Tracey replied, there was no amusement in her voice anymore. "The twins might be genius pranksters, but that isn't the reason why we're down here. We're down here because you don't want to fight your own kin, and as much as I admire that, I'm not willing to support it. Not when the twins want to hurt you."

"They don't-"

"Yes, they do," Tracey cut him off. "Ron, you have a blind spot when it comes to your Family. Remember last year? Your sister was the culprit all along, and although Theo suspected her, you wouldn't hear it. Even now, you allow her to spit venom in your direction without any retaliation. You're not thinking straight here, and everyone knows it. The Slytherins are already pissed off about Snape, and this is going to cause an uprising. You could lose your position within this House if you don't show some spine."

"So what am I supposed to do then?" Ron asked tiredly. "I can't go after the twins like I go after my other enemies, mum and dad will have my hide…"

"That's just another excuse," Tracey sighed. "Look, I don't want to sound rude, or disrespect you in any way, but you're being too cautious."

"You mean cowardly, don't you?" Ron frowned at her.

"I'm only saying this because I love you," Tracey shrugged weakly. "The twins might love you too, but right now, they're aiming to hurt you. They are all jealous of you, and this is their way of getting to you."

"Jealous of me? Who would be jealous of me?" Ron chuckled mirthlessly. I'd give up my Magic just to be another normal kid.

"Not me, that's for certain," Tracey admitted. "I know what you go through in order to succeed, and I know that I can't do that to myself. Your siblings, however, don't care enough to give you your dues. They'd rather label you a traitor than watch you succeed without them, and quite frankly, that disgusts me. Your siblings disgust me." Bloody hell…

"Why am I only hearing about this now?" Ron rubbed his forehead.

"Because I don't want to see you like this," Tracey walked up to Ron. "None of us do, Ron. It's why no one badmouths your Family, despite their shitty attitudes. We want you to be happy and hassle-free, and that won't happen if we push you to confront your Family."

"But now you want me to fight the twins," Ron drew in a deep breath. Like I don't have enough going on right now. Seriously, fuck Fred and George, the slimy cunts.

"No, I want you to let me fight the twins," Tracey corrected him. "Enough is enough, Ron. I won't stand by while they all come after my friend, that's not who I am. I've kept my silence so far, but nothing's gotten better. You might not want to put them in their place, but I bloody do. Someone has to knock them down a peg, because until that happens, they'll never change. They'll always disrespect you." Damn, what do I even say to that? She really means those words.

"Blaise mentioned that you had a plan," Ron muttered, and Tracey gave him a nod.

"You told us that the Triumvirate gave you the barrels of alcohol for safekeeping," Tracey started. "My plan is simple. We start rumors that the twins are planning something big, but we make the rumors vague. This way, we can piggyback on the rumors already flying around about them, which will add credibility to the next step. Once everything is in place, we get Marty to plant a barrel in their room. We get Carey, the Head Girl, to speak to your brother Percy. She'll feed him some lie about hearing rumors of a party being planned by the twins, and that they plan to provide alcohol to minors at said party."

"And knowing Percy, he'll crack down on them and find the barrel," Ron figured.

"Exactly," Tracey nodded. "Percy will no doubt involve Professor McGonagall, who is quite strict with her Gryffindors. The twins will lose a lot of Points for breaking the Law, while Carey will also counsel that the twins' contraband be confiscated."

"They'll lose their arsenal," Ron nodded slowly, this could work. But is it the right thing to do? The twins are jerks, but this will really hurt them. I know for a fact that they've spent all of their money on those prank items.

"Not only will they lose their arsenal, but they'll also be given detentions," Tracey clarified. "Gryffindor will lose the scant few Points that they have, which the twins will be blamed for, and we come out clean."

"They'll blame me for the fucking barrel though," Ron pointed out.

"True, but the House will prosper," Tracey told him. "We'll make sure that the Slytherins know that it was you who stopped the twins, and things will go back to normal. Well, almost normal."

"But it's your plan," Ron blinked. "You should get the credit."

"Like I said, I want you to be happy and hassle-free," Tracey smiled. "I don't want to see you pressed into a corner, especially because of your Family. I don't want to think about your raised blood-pressure, or see you get nosebleeds from sheer stress."

"Trace…" Ron shifted in his spot, he didn't know what to say. Fucking hell, I'm stressing my friends by stressing myself.

"I'm amazing, aren't I?" Tracey smirked at him. "Who knew I could be such a team-player?" Trust Tracey to start making jokes immediately.

"Certainly not I," Ron smiled a little, and Tracey gave him a light shove.

"Sod off," she snorted. "You're meant to be sweet to me in a moment like this. After all, I don't get sappy with the other boys I know."

Ron smiled more fully, and then he opened up his arms. Tracey grinned before hugging him tightly, and then she took a deep sniff of his school robes. Ron thought that was rather odd, but he didn't say anything.

"Mmm, you smell nice," Tracey hummed into his chest. "You're like the perfect cuddling specimen."

"Thank you, Tracey," Ron gave her a squeeze, he was genuinely lost for words. "Let me talk to the twins one last time, and if they don't back off, then you have my blessing." And I'll make sure that you get the credit for this plan, not me. If it works, then you deserve the laurels.

"Good," Tracey said. "You keep saying that we're a team, but you also keep doing everything by yourself. You know that you can rely on us sometimes, right?"

"I… I know," Ron whispered. "I just have trouble asking…"

"Well, you never have to ask me," Tracey said softly. "You just let me know when you need me, and I'll be there."

"Likewise," Ron said.

"Likewise? C'mon, Ron, be a little sweeter," Tracey teased.

"I love you," Ron managed. "How's that?"

"Better."

---

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (The Courtyard – Lunchtime)

"I brought them, Ron," Luna waved at him, and Ron gave her a smile. Behind Luna were the twins, Ginny, and Percy. Time to tell them about the Gala, and after that, I need to talk to the twins.

"Ron, where are the Slytherins?" Percy asked immediately, while the twins grinned at Ron.

"We're dining back in the common room," Ron replied, and Percy waited for him to go on. "Without Professor Snape in the Great Hall, we just feel more comfortable in our common room."

"What?" Percy frowned. "Ron, that's insane. All students must be present at the Great Hall for meals, that's the rule."

"If they want to eat in their Dungeon, then you should let them," Ginny said haughtily, she was still angry with Ron for threatening to hit her.

"Their tables are certainly a better sight without them," George sniggered.

"Too true," Fred added.

"Why are we here?" Ginny asked. "You're making us miss lunch." Right, just get to it, Ron.

"You've all heard about the upcoming Gala for the Restoration of St. Mungo's, right?" Ron asked.

"Yes, we've read your brochures," Fred replied.

"Well, we're all invited to attend the Gala," Ron told his siblings.

"Really?" Percy's eyes flashed, while the twins and Ginny gave him curious looks. "We're invited to attend a Gala at the Minister's home?"

"We are," Ron replied. "Madam Bones sent me a personal invite, and I want you all there."

"Why would she send it to you?" Ginny asked.

"Can I come?" Luna asked right after.

"Of course, Luna," Ron smiled at her. "I'll talk to Pandora and Xeno, and after I get their permission, I'll take you with me."

"Mum and dad weren't invited?" Luna tilted her head.

"The event is aimed at the Sacred Twenty Eight, so no," Ron said gently. "But you can still attend, if you want."

"I'll attend," Luna smiled widely. "Thank you, Ron."

"Wait… Sacred Twenty Eight?" Percy blinked. "Shouldn't the invite be sent to the Head of the Family then?"

"Under normal circumstances, it would be," Ron replied. "But Madam Bones sent it to me because I'm donating a lot of money to the Charity."

"How much money?" George asked.

"Five hundred Galleons," Ron replied, and the twins gaped at him.

"You're throwing away that much money?" Fred asked in utter disbelief.

"He's not throwing it away," Ginny suddenly frowned at the twins. "He's helping rebuild St. Mungo's, you morons." Did she just stand up for me? "But let me guess, you used the Charity Event to further yourself like always." Fuck.

"What does that even mean?" Ron asked her. "Where is this coming from?"

"Shouldn't you donate to a Charity because you want to help?" Ginny asked him. "Instead of doing that, you're just using the Gala as a way to put yourself on a pedestal. I mean, why else would you have this invite be sent to you instead of dad?" Because dad can't do shite about it, but I can.

"Ginny, not now," Percy sighed out. "Just stop it, alright? I've had it with your attitude."

"My attitude?" Ginny sounded shocked. "What about him?! He's clearly scheming to further his own position, all the while pretending to care about doing the right thing!"

"And what are you doing to help St. Mungo's, Ginny?" Luna asked, her voice was too aloof to take seriously. "Just because Ron has plans of his own doesn't mean that he's not helping St. Mungo's. You are judging him unfairly."

"I'm glad that he's helping St. Mungo's, I just don't like his scheming," Ginny said defensively. "The brother I grew up with didn't scheme behind people's backs, nor did he ever threaten to slap me."

"Wait… What?" Percy looked to Ron, who was quickly feeling more and more detached.

"I was angry, and I'm sorry about that," Ron apologized, but Ginny just rolled her eyes. "Look… What do you want from me? I invite you all to a formal party, and this is your reaction? You put me up for trial?" What the fuck is wrong with you lot?

"Here he goes with his complaining," Fred whispered to George, who nodded along with a smirk.

"I don't complain," Ron frowned at them. "Are you four coming or not? Just give me a plain answer."

"I'll go, of course," Percy replied, and Ron gave him a nod. Finally, a straight fucking answer.

"Of course," George mimicked Percy. "I wonder how many arses you can kiss in one night, Perce."

"Let's take a bet, George," Fred added, and then he looked to Ron. "We'll go to this Gala as well."

"And you?" Ron asked Ginny.

"I'll go," Ginny said. "I mean, everyone else is going, right?"

"Right," Ron said tiredly, he really was at his wit's end with her.

"Are we dismissed, Lord Weasley?" Fred asked, and Ron had to bite his tongue. They want you to react, Ron. Don't give them that.

"Don't call him that," Percy frowned at Fred. "What's the matter with you lot? Are you fighting?"

"Not at all," George replied.

"Why would you suggest such a thing?" Fred added, while Percy looked to Ron.

"We're not fighting," Ron told Percy. "They're always like this, Percy, you know that better than most."

"Ouch," the twins feigned hurt.

"I'm going back inside, it's cold out here," Ginny turned around and left. Luna shot Ron a grateful smile, and then she too left for the Great Hall. Honestly, Luna is actually my favorite sibling. I should've gotten her the dress. Wait, I still have time. I'll have Daphne order something for Luna, and then pay her back.

"Fred and George, can I talk to you?" Ron asked, and the twins just smiled at him. So smug…

"I'll be inside," Percy looked between them all. "Thanks for the invite, Ron, and I'd like to discuss this Gala more with you. Is that alright?"

"Sure, Perce," Ron agreed, and Percy left to find shelter from the cold. Once he was out of sight, the twins grinned at Ron.

"You convinced all of Slytherin to run away from us?" Fred laughed.

"How did you pull that off?" George asked.

"I gave a heartwarming speech," Ron said dryly, making the twins snigger. "I'm here to ask you two to stop this."

"This again?" the twins groaned.

"Please," Ron said calmly. "You have to understand that this is hurting me, right? You two are turning everyone in Slytherin against me."

"I see that as a win, Ronnie," Fred said, and Ron blinked at him. "You don't need to be like them."

"What?" Ron asked. "This isn't a joke, Fred. Slytherin is very different from Gryffindor. I've worked myself to the bone to get to where I am, and you are damaging my reputation."

"Your reputation?" George asked. "Ron, why do you even care about that?"

"Why do I care about my reputation?" Ron asked, now he was confused.

"Why do you care about what the Slytherins think of you," George clarified. "You're a Weasley, don't be so quick to forget that." I know that I'm a Weasley, you fuck. It's you who's forgotten that.

"I have to live in Slytherin," Ron told them, he was moments away from losing his marbles. "Just stop doing this, alright? It's not funny, and it's really fucking me over."

"It is funny," Fred said. "And it's not fucking you over. Not everything is about you, little brother."

"How is this funny?!" Ron snapped. "You are targeting us simply because we have no Head of House… You two are actual cowards."

"Watch it, Ron," George said, his amusement gone.

"Unlike you, we got sorted into Gryffindor," Fred added, and Ron made sure to hide his hurt. They still can't get over my sorting? No, they know that I'm not over it, so they're using it against me.

"You are only coming after us because Professor Snape isn't around," Ron repeated. "I'm your brother, and you are causing me problems for a laugh. Please, just stop it. This is going to turn ugly if you keep persisting."

"Ohhh," Fred feigned being terrified.

"Ron, just learn to have a laugh, alright?" George said, he was considerably less amused than Fred. "We shouldn't have to change just to appease you, or your absurd need to earn favor from the snakes."

"I'm one of them," Ron reached his boiling point. "You can't call them all snakes, and just skip me, understand? Why are you Gryffindors so fucking arrogant? You two are bullies, plain and simple. And I'm sick of you two getting away with it because of your House."

"Bullies?" Fred asked, he looked quite taken aback. "Yeah, sure… We're bullies… Can you believe this, George?"

"Let's go, Fred," George shook his head. "And Ron, pull that rod out of your arse when you get a chance. You used to be a funny bloke."

With that, the twins left for the Great Hall. Ron just stood alone in the cold, his mind was already feeling strained from yet another confrontation. Why are they treating me this way? Maybe Tracey is right, and they are jealous of me. Fucking morons… There is nothing to be jealous of. I'm fucking miserable most of the time.

"Fuck!" Ron yelled at the wind, and then he rubbed his cold face harshly. "Fuck it… Tracey can have at them."

Ron began marching down towards the Slytherin common room, he had had enough. I gave them ample warnings, but they just won't listen. Fine… I'll fucking teach them a lesson, and if they keep trying to fuck me over, I'll knock their heads off. I'm not 'Ronnie', and I should have shut their shite down last night. Instead, I fucking turned myself into a joke. Fuck those two cunts!

"Brotherhood," Ron said to the entrance, and it slid aside for him.

Ron made his way inside, a pissed off sneer on his face. The Slytherins, who were eating their lunch, shot him quick looks, but when they saw his expression, they quickly looked away. Yeah, I'm still Ronald fucking Weasley, so keep your eyeballing to a minimum.

"Everyone! I need your attention!" Ron announced, and people shot him wary looks. He could see his friends staring at him, and they could tell that Ron was clearly pissed off. "There's been a change of plans! Tonight, we eat in the Great Hall!"

The Triumvirate just stared at him from near the Training Area, all three of them had furrowed brows. Ignore them for now.

"Seriously, Weasley?" Maria Cortez spoke up. "Last night, you were convinced that we should stay down here."

"Pick something, and stick by it, Weasley," a fourth year boy said.

"You're right," Ron said, and then he drew in a deep breath. "Last night, I made the wrong call. I convinced the Triumvirate to back me up, and I told you all to hide from my cunt brothers. I was wrong, and I won't pretend like I wasn't. The truth is, I didn't want to fight my siblings, and I didn't realize that that's not fair to any of you. None of you deserve to be sealed away just because I want my siblings to be on good terms with me. My friends showed me the error of my ways, and I'm sorry."

It was clear that no one had expected him to apologize for his moment of weakness, and judging by their looks, he now had their undivided attention. I'm not Ronnie, and I don't back off from a fight. Just because Snape isn't here doesn't mean that I revert back to my weak-willed attitude, I have too much shite to get done.

"Tracey, come up here please," Ron looked to her, and she went wide-eyed. "Please?"

Tracey slowly stood up, and after giving awkward nods to her puzzled House-mates, she stood by Ron's side.

"Tracey has come up with a great plan to shut the twins down," Ron told the House, while Tracey looked even more flustered. "Tracey, why don't you fill them in?"

"I… um…" Tracey looked between Ron and her House-mates, she wasn't one to give speeches. Encourage her, Ron. You know that she can do this.

"I'm right here," Ron whispered as he subtly rubbed her back. "Go on. Your plan is solid, Trace. You can do this."

"Um… Right," Tracey cleared her throat. "Basically, we need to frame the twins for a crime that everyone will believe them to be capable of committing."

"Crime?" some fifth year asked.

"No… Not crime…" Tracey drew in a sharp breath. "Rule-breaking! That's the word! Let me start again! The twins are known for their over-the-top humor, and their penchant for rule-breaking. I suggest that we use that against them."

"How?" Clara asked.

"We have a lot of alcohol on hand," Tracey replied. "Ron is currently the only person who knows where it is, and no Professor in this school is even aware of its existence. We start by spreading rumors that the twins are up to something truly mischievous. Knowing them, they'll go along with it. Plus, there are already rumors going around about their 'prank-war'. That'll add credibility to this plan. Once word is out, we sneak a barrel into their room and Carey tips off Percy Weasley about it. She will tell him that there are rumors about the twins throwing a party, and that alcohol to minors is forbidden."

"Percy will crack down on the twins," Ron promised.

"Exactly," Tracey nodded. "It'll be a Gryffindor who punishes them, while McGonagall will no doubt take off Points and give the twins detentions. Carey should then counsel McGonagall to take the twins' contraband as well, which will put an end to their arsenal."

"It could work," Samantha spoke up. "But this plan is going to take a few days to set up. What do we do in-between then?"

"So third years are now making our House-plans?" Cassius Warrington interrupted.

"Do you have a plan?" Clara asked him. "We are open to suggestions, and right now, she's making a suggestion. Now be quiet." Clara then gestured Tracey to keep talking.

"Um… That's it," Tracey finished awkwardly. "The twins lose their arsenal, the Gryffindors blame them for losing House-Points, they get detentions, and we get peace of mind for a while."

"And I'll replace the barrel of alcohol free of charge," Ron added at the end. "So? What do you think?"

"It's good, but what do we do in-between?" Samantha asked again.

"Oh, we'll have to endure it," Tracey replied. "Sorry for forgetting that."

"Endure it?" Hughes asked. "So we just quietly take a beating for a week?"

"No, we persevere through an unforeseen hindrance," Ron corrected. "I told you last night that winning is what's important, and we won't win if we can't endure a little hardship. Oh, and it won't be a week, it'll be three days at the most."

"Don't you want the twins to pay for putting us all in this position?" Tracey asked. "This plan will make them pay, and it'll buy us more time. When Professor Snape returns, the twins will never dare launch an assault of this magnitude."

"Don't forget that they're only coming after us because our Head of House is injured," Carey finally spoke up, her eyes fixed on Ron. "It's a low blow, and we shouldn't let them get away with it."

"Weren't you telling us to hide in here last night?" Flint asked.

"That was my fault," Ron admitted. "I gave them bad advice because my head wasn't on right. Carey, Samantha, and Clara, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," Carey gave him a nod. "Are we all agreed on this plan?"

Mostly everyone nodded, and Ron patted Tracey's back. She did great.

"Alright, the motion is passed," Carey announced. "Start spreading the rumors that Tracey tells you to spread, and then wait patiently. Go about your lives, don't let the twins get under your skins, and remember not to lose House-Points."

People began chattering to each other at that, and Ron guided a slightly dazed Tracey back to their friends. Once they sat down, Tracey eyeballed Ron.

"You arse," Tracey grinned at him. "Why did you call me up there? I hate public speaking."

"It was your plan, Tracey," Ron shrugged. "I don't deserve the credit for it."

"You did well, Tracey," Millie added.

"A lot of people like the fact that you want to fight back," Pansy smiled at Tracey.

"And nice apology," Theo smirked at Ron. "Very gripping. Oh, and totally believable."

"I meant it," Ron told them. "You were right about the twins, and I was wrong."

"Sorry," Daphne nudged him lightly.

"You know what they said to me just now?" Ron muttered as he looked into the fire. "They said that I used to be a funny bloke… What they meant was that I was only funny when I just put up with their constant pranks. I was funny because I was the joke."

Ron's friends exchanged looks, Ron was in one of his moods again.

---

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (The Ministry – After Classes)

Ron waited patiently in the waiting area for Madam Bones' summons. He was still feeling scattered in the mental department, but oddly enough, he was also feeling resolute. His run-in with the twins, and his friends' loyalty to him, had reminded Ron of a very important fact. He wasn't Ickle Ronnikins anymore, and he was never going back to being that naïve foolish boy.

Little Ronnie had started Hogwarts with the desire to be some fabled hero who would save the Future, but at the end of the day, he was ignorant of how the World worked. Little Ronnie was sheltered, and all too used to being disregarded. He didn't have any strength in his soul, which is why he had died at the end of his first year.

Ron had been reborn after his coma, and for the first time in his life, he saw the World for what it really was. A terrible place filled with even worse people. Even Dumbledore, who was the face of the Light, was a man who pulled strings from the shadows. Ron had realized that bringing about change meant making new enemies, and he had vowed to change the Future itself. The mission is still the same, I've just adapted to the World around me. If my own Family can't support me, then I'll support myself. I can't second guess myself because of them, they just want Ickle Ronnikins back.

"Mr. Weasley, she will see you now," Shacklebolt called out, and Ron made his way towards her Office. Be strong, Ron. Do what must be done, and don't show any weakness.

Ron knocked on her door, and he could feel Rufus Scrimgeour's eyes on his back. Of course he's suspicious of you, Ron. You are making tidal waves of change, and that ignites intrigue. Just look at Harry and Hermione, they couldn't help but stick their noses into your life.

"Come in, Mr. Weasley," came Madam Bones' voice, and Ron entered the Office.

"Good afternoon, Madam Bones," Ron smiled politely as he closed the door.

"Good afternoon," she gave him a nod. "Please, take a seat."

"Thank you," Ron said as he sat down, his eyes were fixed on hers.

"I have your contract right here," she said as she pulled it out of her desk. So much for a friendly chat. "The youngest International Diplomat in British History… I'm not even surprised that you rejected the Minister's solution."

"You're not?" Ron asked.

"You strike me as an ambitious young man, one that has a considerable ego," Madam Bones replied bluntly.

"I have an ego because I get things done," Ron said with equal bluntness.

"I didn't mean to offend, I like that you have a spine," Madam Bones admitted. "And despite your forcefulness, I understand that you've done your Ministry a great service. I asked the Minister to simply give you what you wanted, but he was quite worried about the Daily Prophet's opinion of him. I'm glad to see that you have managed to calm him down." He's an attention-whore, and I promised him good press.

"He just needed the right incentive," Ron shrugged. "May I see the contract?"

"Here," Madam Bones passed it to him.

Ron's eyes scanned through the papers, taking in any information that they could. There might be loopholes in here like with dad's policies. I should give this to Gornuk, and have him take this contract apart piece by piece.

"I won't be signing this today," Ron told her.

"You want someone to go through the contract?" Madam Bones asked.

"Yes."

"You don't trust many people, do you?" Madam Bones cocked an eyebrow. "Smart."

"I'm glad you think so," Ron smiled at her. "Can I keep this?" She gave him a nod, and Ron pocketed the contract.

"Congratulations, Mr. Weasley, you got what you wanted," Madam Bones said.

"Not quite," Ron said, and she blinked at him. "There is still the topic of me being addressed at the Gala. I want the Minister to inform the other guests of what I and Madame Maxime have accomplished, and I would like it if the Minister could thank the French Families for their kindness as well."

"And you want your new position to be announced?" Madam Bones asked.

"Yes, I do," Ron replied.

"Done," Madam Bones accepted. "It's not uncommon for Pure-Bloods to want to stand out at these events."

"This has nothing to do with Blood-Status," Ron told her. "I did the work, and so I expect the credit. Plus, it will explain how the French Families found their way into a British Gala."

"You and Madame Maxime will be addressed later on in the evening," Madam Bones promised.

"Good," Ron gave a nod, and then he stood up. "I will see you there, Madam Bones."

"Indeed," Madam Bones said. "Oh, your father was here today."

"He was?" Ron asked. Why?

"He wished to know why you had been sent the invitation instead of him," Madam Bones replied. "I told him that you and I came to an understanding, and that it was nothing personal."

"I see," Ron said as he turned to leave.

"He has no idea of what you're up to, does he?" Madam Bones asked, and Ron stopped. "Tell me, Mr. Weasley, what kind of thirteen year old acts the way you do? I can only describe your behavior as… bizarre."

"Again, you bring up my age," Ron turned to face her. Was one spanking not enough?

"Your age is an important factor that cannot be overlooked," Madam Bones said, there was no expression on her face. "Many in this very Department are growing interested in your comings and goings-"

"You mean your Head Auror," Ron stated. "I'm nothing special, Madam Bones, I'm just not incompetent. Instead of snooping around me, maybe you ought to learn from my example?"

"Pardon?"

"There are people starving in the streets," Ron turned to face her. "Underage prostitution has a big market in Knockturn Alley, which is mere yards away from Diagon Alley. And what do you all do about it? Nothing. You pass Laws to target your own population, and then you have the Daily Prophet pat you on the back." Pathetic cunts, the lot of you.

"You speak of matter that you have no understanding of," Madam Bones told him.

"I understand the difference between right and wrong, and I won't let what's considered 'normal' stop me from making a positive change," Ron countered, and then he left the Office.

He made sure to eyeball Scrimgeour on his way out, much to the Head Auror's annoyance. Fuck you, and fuck your yellow eyes.

---

Forty Minutes Later

"This contract is clean," Gornuk finally looked up, his beady eyes were gleaming. "Whoever put this together clearly doesn't want to hurt you in any way, Mr. Weasley." Madam Bones isn't that type of person, but I'm still glad that I had Gornuk look through the contract.

"Thank you for this, Gornuk," Ron said genuinely. "I'm grateful that you chose to stay behind just to help me."

"Our partnership has been a… lucrative… one," Gornuk said.

"And it'll stay that way," Ron told him.

"I certainly hope so," Gornuk said as he handed Ron the contract. "You are quickly moving up in the World, Mr. Weasley, and I hope that you will remember your friends."

"I will," Ron promised. "Might I borrow a quill?"

"Here you are," Gornuk passed him an inked quill, and Ron signed the contract.

"Have this sent to Madam Bones in your outgoing mail, please," Ron said, and then he handed the contract back to Gornuk.

"I'll do it right after our meeting," Gornuk said, his beady eyes looking through the contract again. "An International Diplomat… Congratulations, Mr. Weasley."

"Thank you, Gornuk," Ron smiled, he did feel quite proud of himself right now. I need to send Helios to Madame Maxime again. Poor bird is constantly flying between countries. "Is everything with The Quibbler on track?"

"Yes," Gornuk nodded. "I expect us to start hiring in late December, which is when you have your school Holidays. Is Mr. Cuffe still sending you dossiers?"

"No," Ron replied. "But I imagine that he'll come around very soon. Has the Elf discovered anything?"

"He is still following Ms. Angel," Gornuk replied. "We must be patient with him, Mr. Weasley. After all, Elves are a foolish lot on the best of days." One of my closest friends is an Elf, so be careful. Oh, and didn't Marty con another two thousand Galleons out of you?

"Keep me posted," Ron said as he stood up. "Thank you again, Gornuk. You have yet to let me down, and I won't forget that."

"That is my only request," Gornuk smiled a greedy smile.

Ron made his way out of the Office, and he decided to head for the fireplaces in order to floo over to Grimmauld Place. Wait… I can't go to Grimmauld Place from here. Sirius has probably shut down his connection from the outside World. I'll need to return to the Headmaster's Office first.

Ron stepped out of the bank, maybe he needed to learn Apparation? Yeah, I think I'll start looking into it. Plus, I have people like the Headmaster who can help me as well. With that idea planted in his mind, Ron made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron. He knew that he needed an Apparation license to actually use that skill, but there were plenty of rules that Ron broke regularly. Just add it into the pile, Ron. If something is useful, then you need to utilize it.

Ron entered the famous tavern, which was oddly devoid of a crowd at the moment. I guess it's too early for drinking. Ron began walking towards the fireplace, but a certain person caught his attention. There, by the bar, stood Priscilla. Ron stopped walking immediately, his eyes were fixed on her as she spoke to Tom the Bartender. It's really her… Something shifted in his mind, and for a moment, Ron lost his coldness.

Tom noticed him staring at Priscilla, and he gestured her to have a look. She did so slowly, and upon seeing him, her eyes widened a little. Ron gave her a dumb wave, and she returned it with equal confusion. Go talk to her, you imbecile. Ron shook his head clear, and then he quickly walked up to her and Tom.

"Good evening," Ron said to them.

"Mr. Weasley," Tom gave him a nod, while Priscilla just stared at him. "You two know each other?"

"Yes," she replied. "Um… Hello, Ronald."

"It's good to see you again," Ron said. "Do you have a moment to catch up?"

"I…" she looked to Tom, and then she let out a sigh. Is something wrong? "Sure, I can talk."

"Can we please have two Butterbeers?" Ron asked Tom, who gave Ron a nod before looking to Priscilla.

"I'm sorry, girl, but I have a business to run," Tom said, much to Ron's confusion.

Once Tom left to get their orders, Priscilla gestured Ron to take a nearby seat. They both sat down across from each other, and Ron realized that he didn't know what to say. Bloody hell, why didn't I think before I approached her?

"So…" Priscilla broke the silence. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since Borgin and Burke's."

"I'm doing well," Ron replied. "I have a business planned out, and it's been keeping me busy."

"A business?" Priscilla asked. "Aren't you too young to have a business?"

"That's what everyone keeps telling me," Ron chuckled nervously. "How have you been?" Are you still…? Fuck, I can't ask that.

"I'm surviving," she shrugged, she sounded a little upset.

"That's good to hear…" Ron muttered under his breath.

"Here you go," Tom said as he put the Butterbeers on the table, and Ron handed him six Knuts.

"Thanks," Priscilla said as she took a big sip from her Butterbeer. "That's really good."

"Yeah…" Ron nodded dumbly. Fucking concentrate, Ron! Wake the fuck up! Ron drew in a deep breath, and after taking a sip from his own Butterbeer, he eyed Priscilla. Her dress is less revealing, but it's still not fit for the current weather. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just speaking to Tom," Priscilla replied. "I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron now, alongside my friends."

"Friends?" Ron asked.

"Children who are like me," Priscilla clarified, and Ron gave her an understanding nod. "But our stay here has come to an end…"

"Why?" Ron asked. "Is that what you were discussing with Tom?"

"Yeah," Priscilla looked down at her drink. "The other guests don't want Squibs running around the place, and so they've complained to Tom. We have to pack our things and leave…" Fuck me. "I have the money to pay Tom, but it doesn't matter. We don't belong near wizards."

"That's pure tripe," Ron told her.

"It's alright," she smiled a tired smile. "We're all used to it. I'll take them all to another tavern, and then another, and then another. I'll keep them off the streets for as long as I can."

"You're their leader?" Ron asked softly, no one deserved to live like this.

"I'm the oldest," Priscilla shrugged. "So they all follow me around… And no, I never let them enter my 'field of work'. They usually stole things and pawned them off, while I brought in consistent income. But I can't do that now, so we're just moving around." They're like a Family of unwanted kids.

"Do you mind if I ask you what's changed?" Ron asked.

"Knockturn Alley isn't safe," Priscilla all but whispered. "I mean, it's worse than ever… I can't let them stay there, so I'll keep moving around with them."

"I see," Ron looked down at his drink. "Is there no place where you could just… stay?" A home?

"The Muggle World is an option, but they'll split us all up," Priscilla replied. "The youngest one out of us is only nine, and she doesn't want that to happen."

"Nine?" Ron looked up, there was a pit growing in his stomach.

"She showed no signs of Magic in her orphanage, so they sent her away," Priscilla replied, her voice was slightly bitter.

"They just tossed out a kid into the streets?" Ron asked, he couldn't believe this.

"Worse, they sent her to a Muggle orphanage," Priscilla replied. "She never fit in, so she ran away, and somehow, she found her way back into the Magical World."

"And you found her in Knockturn Alley?" Ron asked, and Priscilla nodded.

"I took her in," Priscilla told him. "Actually… I've taken them all in one by one, now that I think about it."

"You protect them," Ron gave her a weak smile.

"Not really," Priscilla looked crestfallen. "I can barely protect myself…" She suddenly drew in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry for raving on about my problems… I just… don't have anyone to talk to… I mean, I do… But I can't talk to my friends about this… They look to me for solutions, not whining…"

"It's alright," Ron said, his gut twisting painfully. Do something about this, Ron. The Quibbler will take months to be ready, and people like her are suffering right now. "Priscilla, I don't want to overstep any boundaries here, but can I just say something?"

"Um… Sure," Priscilla blinked at him. Think carefully, and then talk.

"How long do you think that you can keep moving around with your friends?" Ron asked.

"We have just over forty Galleons left," Priscilla replied. "A… friend… gave me a pouch full of them…" A friend? Whatever, it's not important. "I'd say that maybe a couple of months, if we ration our money properly… But problems tend to appear out of nowhere, so I'm not sure. I'm looking for a more… decent… job, but being a Squib isn't exactly helpful…"

"Again, I'm not trying to overstep here, but maybe I can help?" Ron asked, and she just stared at him. "With finding you all a home, that is. You know, just a place where you'll all be safe." Safe from the war. The Dark Lord will kill people like her, and no one even cares about that.

"You don't have to do that," Priscilla looked down at her lap. "I'm serious, don't worry yourself over us. I'll figure something out."

"Priscilla, this isn't pity," Ron leaned forward a bit. "I mean, I do feel bad for you, but that's not where this is coming from. What you, and your friends, are suffering through is wrong. It is cruel, and unjust. Just because you're a Squib doesn't mean that you don't deserve a home, or a decent job. Please, let me help you somehow."

"How?" Priscilla asked.

"Give me some time, please," Ron pleaded. "I'll think of something, and then I'll find you. Just don't go too far from the Leaky Cauldron, alright?"

"Ronald… You don't need to waste your time-"

"I don't think that you are a waste of time, Priscilla," Ron cut in. "I want to help you, and your friends. It's the right thing to do, and I truly believe that." Ron then drew in a deep breath. "Please, give me some time, and I'll come through. I swear it."

She looked quite uncomfortable due to his offer, but at the same time, she knew that she was running out of options. At this rate, she was going to lose her friends to Knockturn Alley again. Or worse, to the Vampires who had begun taking over the dark corners of Knockturn Alley.

"I… I can't accept…" Priscilla managed, her voice cracking a little.

"You're proud, I understand that," Ron sighed. "You think that I'm only trying to help you because I feel sorry for you, and while that is true, it's not the whole truth. I understand how it feels to be disregarded, and although it's nothing compared to what you have faced in life, it's still something. Priscilla, please accept my offer. Don't end up back in Knockturn Alley." Don't start selling yourself again.

"And you want nothing in return?" Priscilla looked up, she looked extremely upset. "I'm sorry, but I just can't buy that. I have never met a selfless person in my life, and it's because they don't exist…"

"I want to do the right thing," Ron started. "Mostly because I don't feel like a good person anymore."

"What?"

"I'm a horrible person, actually," Ron confessed to her, despite his words hurting his own pride. "I keep thinking that I'm a good person, but even my own Family can't stand me. So you're right, I'm not selfless… If anything, I'm quite selfish. I want to help you because it'll make me feel better about myself. Can you buy that?"

"I… Give me a moment…" Priscilla looked away from him.

"I'll give you a few days," Ron said. "Meet me here on Sunday afternoon, and then give me your answer. I'll come up with a way to help you and your friends during that time, and we can discuss things further."

"Alright," Priscilla cleared her eyes quickly, while Ron stood up. "I'll… um… I'll see you on Sunday, then."

"On Sunday," Ron nodded weakly. "Goodbye, Priscilla."

"Goodbye, Ronald."

Ron left at that, his mind already coming up with various ideas on how to help Priscilla. I can't believe that she and her friends are being thrown out of the Leaky Cauldron, despite having money to pay for their stay. Wait… Money… Fuck, I only have around two hundred Galleons left after those dresses. Shite! I can't help her without money.

"Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts," Ron called, and then he tossed the floo-powder into the flames. Once they blazed green, Ron stepped through them and into the old wizard's Office.

"Ronald, welcome back," Dumbledore greeted, his eyes were fixed on his work.

"I'm actually heading to Grimmauld Place from here, Headmaster," Ron said. "I need to speak to my parents about this Gala, and also ask Pandora and Xeno for permission to take Luna with me."

"I see," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "Before you depart, I need to tell you something important. Please, take a seat."

Ron nodded slowly, and then he walked up and took his usual seat.

"Is everything alright, Headmaster?" Ron asked.

"Dear boy, Severus has woken up," Dumbledore replied, and Ron immediately felt a little excited.

"He has?!" Ron asked. "Truly?!"

"Yes, but he is not the same," Dumbledore replied. "Ronald, do not forget about his injuries. He is unable to even leave his bed without aid at the moment."

"I… You're right," Ron pulled himself back. "I'm just glad that he's not… dead…"

"Do not mistake my intentions, Ronald," Dumbledore started. "Severus' reawakening is a joyous thing, but I don't want you to be let down. Severus will need time to recover, and even then, he will never be the same again."

"Right," Ron said. "So… Did he say anything to you?"

"Nothing that I didn't already know," Dumbledore decided to say. "The Dark Lord had no intention of letting him live, and I made the mistake of not realizing that."

"Not just you," Ron said. "All three of us were too sure without any proof. It should've been obvious that the Dark Lord has no tolerance for traitors, but we still fucked up." And Professor Snape is the only one who paid the price for it. "Can I see him?"

"Not yet," Dumbledore replied gently. "He is being watched over by the Order members day and night, so you can't see him without alerting them."

"Damn," Ron sighed out.

"Be patient, Ronald," Dumbledore smiled his kind smile. "Severus will return to us before long."

"He's too stubborn not to," Ron agreed, a slightly nostalgic look on his face. I keep expecting him to barge into the common room in order to scold us.

"There is one more thing that we need to discuss," Dumbledore said, and Ron waited for him to go on. "Draco Malfoy."

"Has Narcissa Malfoy already made a decision?" Ron asked, he had expected her to take her time.

"I urged a response out of her," Dumbledore said, and Ron eyed the old man. Urged? "She wishes to keep custody of Draco, and I have promised her that he can stay at Grimmauld Place. There will be contingencies in place, but the boy will grow up safe and away from the Dark Lord."

"That's good to hear," Ron smiled a little. "Thank you, Headmaster. I know that you didn't agree with capturing her, so I really appreciate this." Maybe this is how Malfoy becomes a part of the Order. He grows up away from the Malfoy Family's traditions, and learns to make a name for himself. Only time will tell.

"You were right," Dumbledore said. "Our actions may have been close to Voldemort's, but it seems to have worked out in our favor."

"Do people still disagree with her capture?" Ron asked.

"Most of the Order is not keen on taking war prisoners," Dumbledore replied.

"Shame… I was hoping that we could blackmail money out of Lucius Malfoy," Ron said, and Dumbledore shook his head. What?

"The Order will not stand for such tactics, and neither will I," Dumbledore told him. "Some roads only lead further into the darkness, Ronald, so you must be careful." Dumbledore's features then softened. "I have decided to take Draco to Severus."

"Pardon?" Ron blinked.

"I wish for Draco to see what the Dark Lord did to his Godfather," Dumbledore clarified, while Ron just stared at him. "Once I have Severus' permission, I will speak with Draco before taking him to Grimmauld Place."

"Headmaster, if Professor Snape is indeed in such a sorry state, is it wise to show Malfoy something like this?" Ron asked.

"And you still claim to not care about him," Dumbledore's lips twitched upwards.

"I'm being serious here," Ron pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please don't start making speeches about love and rainbows."

"Noted," Dumbledore chuckled a little. "Sooner or later, Draco must be brought in. We cannot let his father get in contact with him."

"You're right, but still…" Ron leaned back in his chair. "Malfoy's not exactly stable, you know? He has a fair few issues, and he's even seeing Pomfrey. Something like this could really hurt him."

"Change can often be painful, but it must never be feared," Dumbledore told Ron.

"Normal people don't talk like you," Ron pointed out, and then he drew in a deep breath. "If Professor Snape agrees, then who am I stop this from happening. Just… Just be gentle with him, alright? Don't bombard him with terrible truths all at once."

"I will be careful with your friend, Ronald," Dumbledore smiled, and Ron felt the urge to slam his own head against a wall. He's trying to wind me up, I swear.

"Is there anything else?" Ron asked.

"No, you may leave if you wish," Dumbledore said, and Ron stood up. "And remember, you don't know anything about Severus. If you see him at Grimmauld Place, act shocked."

"I know, I'm not an imbecile," Ron said, and then he walked over to the fireplace. "Twelve Grimmauld Place."

With that, Ron cast the powder into the fire. It roared loudly as it turned green, and Ron made his way into the Black Family home. The first person he saw was Charlie, followed immediately by his eldest brother, Bill. Wait… What?

"Ron?" Charlie blinked at him, while Bill fired out of his seat.

"Ron!" Bill laughed loudly, and then he pulled a confused Ron into a tight hug.

"Bill? Charlie?" Ron said as he returned Bill's hug. "You're both back in Britain?" The old man didn't mention them on purpose, I know it. Crazy old loon wanted to surprise me, no doubt.

"Only got back yesterday!" Bill squeezed Ron tightly. "Merlin, look at how much he's grown, Charlie! He's taller than you!"

"Everyone's taller than Charlie," a witch chuckled, and Ron noticed that Charlie wasn't alone. Kirsten Domitor, right? Charlie's girlfriend. If she's here, then I can assume that she's joined the Order as well.

"Let me have a look at you," Bill pulled back, a wide smile on his face. "Shite, you look completely different from what I remember."

"You still look the same," Ron smiled at Bill. "Though your hair's gotten much longer."

"The Ladies love it," Bill patted Ron's shoulder, his voice full of humor and joy. It was enough to pull Ron out of his troubled thoughts, and Ron found himself smiling without effort.

"What Ladies?" Charlie snorted. "That earing of yours suggests that you chase down a different demographic." Charlie then walked up and hugged Ron, nearly crushing the younger Weasley to death. "It's good to see you again, little brother."

"He feels firm, right?" Bill asked Charlie, much to Ron's confusion.

"You've been exercising, I can tell," Charlie said approvingly, and then he let go of Ron. "Thirteen years old, my ginger haired arse."

"Thanks," Ron said a little bashfully, it felt nice to be praised by his two eldest brothers. "I exercise every day, even when I don't want to." Don't talk yourself up, Ron. Be humble. That way, they can't find reasons to mock you.

"Ron, you remember Kirsten, right?" Charlie gestured his girlfriend to approach.

"I do," Ron smiled at her, and then he put his gloved hand forward. She gave him her hand, and he kissed her knuckles and gave her a polite bow. "It's good to see you again, Kirsten. I hope my brother isn't giving you too much grief."

"Oh, he is," Kirsten smirked. "Are you sure that you two are related? You seem really well-mannered."

"Easy there," Charlie chuckled. "And Ron, don't go around kissing other people's witches."

"Don't listen to him, that was smooth," Bill laughed. "Come here and sit down, I want to hear everything about you!"

Bill all but dragged Ron to the sofa, and then he planted Ron down to his left. Charlie quickly sat down to Ron's left, effectively trapping him in-between his brothers.

"I'll let your mother know that you're here," Kirsten told Ron. "She's upstairs with Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood." With Snape… Control, Ron. Don't give anything away.

"Thank you," Ron smiled at Kirsten, and she left with a parting nod.

"So?!" Bill smiled at Ron. "Tell me about you! How have you been?"

"I've been well," Ron said a little awkwardly, he didn't like being trapped. If something goes wrong, then I can't move properly. I resent that. "Just busy with school and my business."

"The Quibbler," Bill nodded quickly. "I can't believe you own a business, Ron. That's fucking amazing considering your age!"

"Thanks, Bill," Ron relaxed a little.

"How did you get Mr. Lovegood to hand it over?" Charlie asked.

"He needed help, and I gave him an out," Ron replied. "Just lucky timing, that's all."

"Don't sell yourself short," Bill patted Ron's back. "Word of your achievements has reached even Egypt, little brother. Fifty Veelas, and you didn't drop your trousers? You fucking legend!"

"Thanks, Bill," Ron repeated. "I just powered through…" Easy, Ron… Don't boast, despite your need to impress them. Just change the topic to them. "What about you two? Why didn't you send word?"

"Well, we wanted to surprise you lot," Charlie replied, he had noticed Ron's closed off behavior immediately. "Mum and dad were over the moon when we just showed up."

"I'm sure the others will be too," Ron said. "They've missed you both."

"And you haven't?" Bill teased.

"Of course I have, I didn't mean to say that I hadn't," Ron corrected himself, and Bill let out another laugh.

"I'm only teasing you, Ron," Bill assured him. "I've missed you, you overgrown weed."

"I've missed you too, Bill," Ron smiled.

"Kid!" Sirius walked into the room, and Ron spotted Sturgis right behind him. "I see that you've run into these two scummy fucks."

"Sod off, Sirius," Charlie grinned.

"Watch your mouth, mate," Sirius chuckled. "Or I'll tell your mummy that you had a glass of Firewhiskey with me last night."

"That's low," Bill smirked, while Charlie shushed Sirius. "Ron, this is Sturgis Podmore."

"I know," Ron replied, and then he looked to Sturgis. "How are your ribs?"

"Healed, young man," Sturgis replied.

"That's good to hear," Ron gave him a nod. "Again, I'm sorry for that little debacle."

"Ribs?" Charlie asked with a confused look. "Debacle?"

"I broke the right side of his ribcage," Ron replied a little too calmly, and the room went dead quiet.

"What?" Bill blinked repeatedly.

"It was a massive misunderstanding," Sturgis told them. "In his defense, I shouldn't have pinned him against a wall. Anyway, it's all in the past now, right?"

"Right," Ron nodded.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" came Molly's voice, and Sirius and Sturgis moved out of the way. Behind Molly were Pandora, Kirsten, and Xeno. Ron quickly stood up at the sight of the three of them, he had a job to do. Enough distractions. I promised to train the first and second years at half past six, and it's almost time.

"Mum, I just needed to speak to you really quickly about the Gala," Ron said. "But first, I need to ask Pandora and Xeno for permission."

"Permission, Ron?" Pandora smiled at him as she took a seat.

"Luna," Ron replied, and Pandora gave him an understanding smile.

"Oh, of course," Xeno chuckled. "You have our blessing, Ron. Just keep your eyes on her, she has a tendency to disappear."

"I will be like a hawk," Ron promised.

"I don't doubt it," Pandora said truthfully. "I'll find her a nice dress to wear."

"I've actually ordered her a dress already," Ron told them. "Well, Daphne ordered the dress, but I'm paying for it. It was a team-effort."

"Daphne?" Bill asked. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"Secret girlfriend," Charlie corrected.

"Actual girlfriend now," Ron smirked at Charlie, who gave Ron a grin. "Anyway, the dress will arrive by Friday, so don't worry about that."

"How much was it? I'll pay you back," Xeno said.

"Thirty seven Galleons," Ron replied, and everyone but Sirius gaped at him. "It's coming from some boutique in Germany… Really high-end stuff."

"Ron? That much on a dress?" Molly asked him.

"Actually, he did the right thing," Sirius told them. "It's what's expected at these events. Trust me, you don't want to disappoint those elitist twats."

"I've ordered one for Ginny as well," Ron told his mother.

"You bought her a dress? I was going to go get her one tomorrow," Molly said, she looked a little uncomfortable at the prospect of Ron taking over her duty to her daughter.

"There is no need for that," Ron told her. "It's all taken care of. Now… What will you and dad be wearing?"

"I was just going to put on my best dress," Molly replied. "And your father is wearing that grey coat of his."

"That grey coat?" Ron asked, and she nodded. "The one with the patch on its side?" Why? And let me guess, she's also wearing some rag.

"I'll fix that up before the Gala, of course," Molly huffed, while Sirius pulled a face.

"Molly, let me give Arthur one of my robes," Sirius said. "It's just one night… If he goes there with that grey coat of his, it'll damage his reputation. These people are savages when it comes to that sort of tripe." Not to mention my reputation…

"My husband might not wear the best robes, but his reputation can never be sullied by those people," Molly told Sirius, who just put his hands up in surrender.

"Mum," Ron called, and she looked at him. "Let Sirius lend dad one of his robes." I would buy dad some new robes, but I need to save money right now.

"What?" Molly blinked at him.

"Image is important, and there will be reporters there," Ron explained. "People like Rita Skeeter will turn dad into a joke if he shows up in that coat of his, and we can't let that happen. Plus, this night is extremely important, and I want us to look our best." Ron then looked to his brothers. "All of us."

"Charlie has a nice brown suit that he can wear," Kirsten told Ron. Good.

"Do you have a dress?" Ron asked her.

"Nothing Gala worthy," Kirsten replied slowly.

"Get one," Ron said.

"I'm welcome to come?" she asked him.

"Of course," Ron replied like it was the most obvious thing. "You're not from Britain, so you won't be forced to donate at the Gala. Put on a nice dress, and you can enjoy the night with us. There'll be free food, champagne, dancing, and other distractions."

"Thanks," Kirsten smiled at him, while Charlie looked all too pleased.

"Bill? Robes?" Ron looked to his eldest brother, who was still in awe of Ron's sudden presence in the room. "Bill? You awake?"

"Sorry… Um… I've got nice robes," Bill replied, while Charlie smirked at him from behind Ron.

"Anyone you want to bring along?" Ron asked, and Bill shook his head. What's the matter with him? He's turned mute all of a sudden. Whatever, back to the task at hand. "Mum, I'll order you a new dress as well." Something good, but not ridiculously expensive.

"I already have one," Molly told him.

"Mum, this is an important night for me," Ron told her, and then he drew in a deep breath. "At this Gala, I will be named an International Diplomat to the French. The youngest in British History, in fact."

"What?!" multiple people exclaimed. That was expected, just keep going.

"Due to my efforts in the background, eleven Old French Families will be attending the Gala as well," Ron told them, it was time to come clean. The contract is signed, and they can't stop me now. "They will be donating the maximum amount of Galleons, and that will help pull our country out of the hot water. For now, at least. The Minister, who I've had a meeting with, will be rewarding my efforts by making me the British Diplomat to the French."

"What in the fuck…?" Sirius just stared at him, while everyone else was just lost for words. "Are you serious, Ron? When did you pull this off?"

"I've been putting this together over the last couple of weeks," Ron replied. "Madame Olympe Maxime of Beauxbatons is a good friend of mine, and with her aid, I've started rebuilding our ties with the French. This Gala is the perfect opportunity for a reconciliation, and the Minister is behind me."

"Ron…" Molly just looked dazed.

"We Weasleys need to look our best," Ron told his Family. "We will go there and be respectable guests. We will mingle, we will make polite conversation, and most importantly, we will not make fools of ourselves. Is that understood?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded dumbly, while Kirsten felt a little under pressure.

"Good," Ron looked at his Rolex. Good Lord, I'm late. The Triumvirate will have my hide if I don't pull my weight, especially after my fuckup in regards to the twins. "I need to be on my way-"

"Wait a second," Bill started. "We just met after two years, Ron… Can't we talk for a bit?"

"We can talk at the Gala, I've got an appointment to get to," Ron said as he began making his way over to the fireplace.

"Let me pay you for the dress," Xeno quickly began looking for his pouch.

"There's no need for that, Xeno," Ron smiled at the man. "Consider this my gift to Luna. I mean, it's been a while since I got her a present."

"Right," Xeno said, while Ron tossed the floo-powder into the fire.

"Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts," Ron called, and the fire blazed green. I know that I'm in a hurry, but I just need to make sure of something. "Mum, let Sirius borrow dad one of his robes. Please?"

Molly just stared at Ron in utter disbelief, and then, she simply turned around and left the room. What the fuck? She just walked off… Let me guess, she's not happy once again. You know what? I don't give a fuck. She's not happy, then she doesn't need to attend.

"Sirius," Ron looked to the man. "Talk to her?"

"Yeah, sure," Sirius sighed out. "I'll see what I can do."

"If she doesn't listen to reason, let me know," Ron said. "At least then, I won't waste my money on a dress that she'll never wear."

With that, Ron walked through the fire.

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William Weasley's POV

Tuesday 24th November, 1993 (Grimmauld Place – Late Evening)

Even five minutes after Ron had left, no one had said a word. Bill was so gobsmacked that he couldn't even think. What the fuck had just happened? Whoever that red-haired bloke was, it wasn't Ron. Ron was almost timid, and he was always looking to please and make people laugh. The person who was just in the room was giving out orders with complete focus, and the adults were listening to him as if he was one of them.

"Your mouth is hanging open," Charlie nudged him, and Bill shook his head clear.

"What the fuck just happened?" Bill looked around the room. "He… Ron… He just went from being this slightly reserved kid to being a damn drill sergeant…"

"That's Ron for you," Pandora told him. That's not Ron… Shite, Charlie was right.

"He's gotten worse," Charlie said to Pandora, while Bill opened his ears.

"Not worse," Pandora said a little too quickly. "He's growing up, but deep down, he's still Ron."

"Very deep down," Sirius sighed out. "Pandora, can you talk to Molly for me? She'll never listen to me, and she looks completely done with Ron's latest scheme."

"Latest scheme…" Bill whispered to himself. "Was he telling the truth just now? He's actually becoming some sort of Diplomat at thirteen?"

"He was telling the truth," Xeno sat down by his wife's side. "Couldn't you hear it in his voice?"

"All I heard were orders," Bill leaned back in his seat. And he just… left. I haven't spoken to him in person for over two years, and he couldn't care less. What the fuck happened to him?

"Pandora, do you need my help getting up there? Mrs. Weasley is probably in his room," Kirsten said.

"I'll go up in a bit myself," Pandora smiled at Kirsten. "I honestly need a break from that man."

"Alright," Kirsten said, she was slightly intimidated by Pandora's sharp gaze.

"I'm going up to the roof," Sirius said nonchalantly, and then he left the room.

"Does anyone want a sandwich?" Sturgis asked, and then he looked to Pandora.

"Thank you, Sturgis," Pandora said gratefully.

"Think nothing of it, Mrs. Lovegood," Sturgis said before he left to make some food.

Bill was still in his thoughts when Charlie kicked his shin, and Bill looked to his brother. Charlie looked up towards the ceiling with his eyes, and Bill knew what that meant.

"We'll be around," Bill said as they both got up. "Kirsten, want to join us?"

"Sure," Kirsten replied, and all three of them left the Living Room.

"Alright, let's sneak up there," Charlie said, and they began their journey up.

They all made sure to be as quiet as humanly possible, especially near Professor Snape's room. Bill hadn't liked Snape as a Professor, but from what he had heard from Sturgis, Snape was a damn hero. Not only had the man endured torture from the Dark Lord himself, but he hadn't spilled even one secret. According to Sturgis, Snape had been defiant even after they had found him in his bloodied cell. Another Slytherin who's completely surprised me in the last two days.

"Sirius? You up here?" Charlie whispered as they got up to the roof, and Sirius waved them over from near the balcony.

"Shut the door quietly, I don't want your mother coming up here," Sirius told them, and Kirsten shut the door as slowly as she could. Once that was done, they circled around Sirius, who was smoking a cigarette. "You lot want one?"

"Thanks," Charlie grinned.

"Yes, please," Kirsten said at the same time.

"Right, there's a shop that sells them not far from here," Sirius chuckled, and Charlie let out a snort. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. Here, grab one. Fuck it, grab two if you want." Sirius moved his pack around, and both Charlie and Kirsten grabbed a smoke. "What about you, handsome?"

"I've never smoked before," Bill told them, he was still lost in his own head.

"You look fucking shaken, mate," Sirius told him. "Here, have one. It'll ease your mind a bit." Right.

Bill grabbed a smoke and put it in his mouth, he had seen a couple of Muggle-Borns smoking at his workplace. Charlie lit Bill's cigarette with his wand, and Bill took in a long drag. Oh, shite! Bill coughed loudly, while the others laughed at him.

"It tastes terrible," Bill told them, the back of his throat was already agitated. Why would someone smoke these?

"Just keep at it," Charlie encouraged. "Trust me, it'll give you a nice lightheaded feeling since it's your first time."

Bill took a smaller drag this time.

"Inhale it," Sirius said, and Bill did just that. "Now let it out."

"Better," Kirsten rubbed his back as he blew out the smoke.

"Thanks," Bill wheezed a little.

"So…" Sirius smiled at him. "How did you enjoy the typhoon?"

"Typhoon?" Bill asked. "Oh… You mean Ron…" I didn't enjoy it at all. If anything, I was too shocked to even say a damn word. "I've clearly been out of the loop for too long."

"I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen," Charlie said, and then he took a drag. "You kept insisting that we were all overreacting, but now look at you."

"Now look at me…" Bill whispered to himself.

"An International Diplomat," Sirius smiled to himself. "That kid… He never stops making things interesting."

"Interesting?" Kirsten asked. "Did you not see Mrs. Weasley? She just walked away from him…" Yeah, I've never seen mum do that before. And Ron… He didn't care one bit. If anything, he looked bored with her.

"She's clearly reached her limit with him," Charlie sighed out.

"I think it's the other way around," Sirius told them.

"Ronnie's reached his limit with mum?" Bill blinked. He used to sit around the Kitchen for hours just to talk to her and Ginny. How could he be done with her?

"I shouldn't say anything," Sirius clicked his tongue. "It's not my place."

"Sirius," Charlie said. "C'mon, mate. Last time we were both up here, you helped me understand him a little. Help us out, yeh?"

Sirius went to say something, but then he stopped. What's he doing? Sirius was clearly thinking about his words, and then he nodded to himself.

"I love your mother, she is a remarkable woman," Sirius started. "But by Merlin, she is the most stubborn person that I've ever run into."

"What?" Bill and Charlie asked together.

"Did you not see what happened in there?" Sirius asked them.

"She was adamant about Mr. Weasley's clothes, despite being advised against it," Kirsten replied, and Sirius snapped his fingers.

"Give her the prize," Sirius said, and then he took a long drag. "Sometimes, your mum just refuses to listen to anyone else's opinion. If she thinks she's right, then woe be unto the sorry cunt who crosses her path."

"Yeah, mum has always been a little… willful," Bill said, he was feeling a bit lightheaded already. I like it. Bill took another drag, making sure to inhale the smoke properly.

"Ron has that in common with her," Charlie pointed out.

"Ron is ten times more willful than your mother," Sirius told them. "And a hundred times shrewder. Trust me, he's already signed on the dotted line for his new job."

"He didn't ask their permission?" Bill asked. "Not even dad's?"

"Permission is not a word in Ron's vocabulary," Sirius replied, and Bill nodded slowly. "Ron acts, and if you can't keep up, then that's your problem. He saved Xeno's business before he even told anyone about it, he travels to France without any supervision, he apparently has shady contacts in Knockturn Alley-"

"Does he really?" Kirsten asked. "Isn't Knockturn Alley a den of criminals? Even in Romania, we know about it."

"It's not a nice place, that's all I'll say," Sirius said. "He mentioned traveling to Knockturn Alley once to Pandora, and when she called him on it, he changed the subject. After that, he's never mentioned Knockturn Alley again."

"Bloody hell," Bill looked to a perplexed Charlie. "What the fuck?"

"Look, he's a hard working young man," Sirius sighed out. "I'm starting to think that his only problem is that he doesn't know when to turn off. And… I know I shouldn't be saying this to you lot, but I really think that people just need to leave him alone. I chased after him myself, and it only served to irritate him. Fuck me, even my Godson needs to back off of Ron…"

"Harry?" Charlie asked, and Sirius waved a dismissive hand.

"Forget it," Sirius said. "Just do me a favor, and don't chase the pup down like all the adults do. It'll just piss him off. Honestly, just leave the kid to Pandora. When she speaks, Ron listens immediately. And she has a way with him that none of us can even grasp." Charlie did mention that in his letters.

"So we just do nothing?" Charlie asked.

"I didn't say that," Sirius said. "What I said was that you should leave the kid to Pandora. Don't tell him what to do, and don't get in his way. If you want to have a chat with him, or do what brothers do, then approach him. But don't bother trying to 'help him', it'll just get you torn a new one." Sirius then finished up his cigarette. "He's got his issues, but he's still a good lad. I mean, he invited Kirsten to this Gala, didn't he?"

"I suppose," Bill rubbed his forehead.

"Charlie mentioned what Ron was like to me a while back," Sirius said. "Sadly, he's not that person anymore, but that's not a bad thing. Your father is starting to understand that, but your mother… She just finds every reason to start with him. If she keeps at it, she's going to lose him. The rest of us have tried telling her so ourselves, but like always, she 'knows her baby'…"

"Maybe one of you should talk to her?" Kirsten looked to the brothers.

"Bill should do it," Charlie looked to him.

"What?" Bill frowned at Charlie. You bastard.

"You're the eldest, and I don't want her getting angry with me," Charlie said. "She's already not happy about me keeping Kirsten a secret for so long, I don't need to give her another reason to murder me in my sleep."

"She won't listen to me," Bill told them. "I barely know what's going on myself."

"You're her kids, you shouldn't have to step in like this at all," Sirius said. "Leave this shite to the adults, alright? Just be Ron's brothers, nothing more. He already has enough people worrying about him constantly."

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Draco Malfoy's POV

Wednesday 25th November, 1993 (The Great Hall – Lunch)

The sound of a small explosion startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked down the table to see the fifth years drenched in pumpkin juice. The Great Hall burst into boisterous laughter, while the Slytherins all clenched their jaws. Fucking pricks… They're relentless. How are they doing this?

"Ignore it, and eat your food," Weasley ordered, though his eyes were fixed on the laughing Gryffindors.

"Even the Hufflepuffs are laughing, Ron," Pansy grumbled.

"I know, but just endure it," Weasley said.

"How are they managing to be so effective?" Theo asked Weasley. "It's like they're everywhere."

"I told you already," Weasley said. "The twins have been at this for a long time. Our best hope is to let them get cocky, and then, we knock them on their arses. You have to lose some pieces in order to win the game. Tracey's plan will work, but only if we keep moving forward."

"Quiet down!" McGonagall said as she approached the fifth years. "Who is responsible for this?!" You already know who, you old hag. It's your twin 'lions'… If Godfather was here, they'd never dare such a thing.

And just like that, Draco's mind drifted back to his missing Godfather. Merlin, he missed the cold-hearted man so much. It was clear that all the Slytherins missed Snape, but Draco definitely missed him the most. Despite his loneliness, Snape was still there for Draco. But now that he could use my help, I don't even know where he is. And why are mother and father not replying to me? I've sent five Owls in two days!

"Mr. Filch!" McGonagall called. "Please clean up this mess." She then looked around the Great Hall. "Whoever is responsible for this, I expect you to come by my Office after classes! If you don't, I will start investigating myself, and the punishment will be ten times worse!"

With that, she began making her way towards the Slytherin third years.

"Say nothing," Greengrass whispered quickly.

"Mr. Malfoy, come with me at once," McGonagall stopped right behind him, and Draco was genuinely surprised. Me? What did I do? Weasley suddenly nudged his side, and Draco stepped out of his seat. "Let's go."

Draco quickly followed after her, and students from every House jeered and made booing sounds in his direction. Draco, of course, kept his head held high and pretended to ignore them. But despite his armor not showing any signs of weakness, deep down, he couldn't help but feel even more demoralized. They all hate me, and yet, I still care about what they think. What's wrong with me?

It was no secret that he was the most hated student in this school, and he understood now that it was his own actions that led him down this road. But still… It's been months since I went after anyone, and I'm still universally hated. Honestly, the only three people in this school who still talk to me are Weasley, Pomfrey, and Godfather. That's when he remembered that his Godfather wasn't here anymore, and Draco felt even smaller than before. And I've pushed Weasley away… He's waiting for me to talk to him first, but I just can't do it. I'm so pathetic.

"Mr. Malfoy? Are you there?" came McGonagall's voice, and Draco broke out of his miserable thoughts. "Up the stairs, go on. The Headmaster is expecting you." Headmaster?

"Am I in trouble?" Draco asked.

"I have no earthly idea," McGonagall replied. "The Headmaster asked me to come and find you after you had eaten some food, which is what I've done."

And just like that, McGonagall left for the Great Hall. Draco watched her leave with suspicious eyes, and then he slowly started climbing up the spiral staircase. A part of him was worried about getting into trouble, but another part of him knew that he hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, Draco had been extremely careful in avoiding trouble. With everyone out to get him, Draco couldn't afford to make a single new enemy.

"Come in, Draco," came Dumbledore's voice just as he was about to knock, and so Draco entered the Office and shut the door behind himself. "Please, come and take a seat."

"Am I in trouble, Headmaster?" Draco asked as he sat down, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore's hardened expression. I've never seen him look so… serious. A ball of anxiety stirred in Draco's stomach, but he kept his own expression indifferent.

"You are not in any trouble, Draco," Dumbledore said, and then he pulled out a handful of letters from his desk and put them in front of Draco. "These are yours, I believe." What?

Draco looked at the letters, and his eyes widened when he realized that these were the letters that he had sent to his parents. Why does he have them?! Draco grabbed one and checked the seal, and much to his irritation, the seal was broken.

"You stole and read my letters?" Draco asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"I did," Dumbledore replied, not a hint of regret in his voice. He's starting to scare me… He's not even blinking.

"And you just confess to committing this… crime?" Draco asked slowly, he was starting to get bewildered already.

"The time for lies is over, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said. "Draco, I want you to listen to me, and listen well. The Dark Lord has returned." Draco just blinked at the old man, what was happening? "Your mother and father are once again serving under him, which has caused major developments in the shadows." The Dark Lord is back…?

"My mother and father don't serve the Dark Lord," Draco lied on instinct. "You are sullying-"

"I laid waste to your home," Dumbledore told him, and Draco's tongue stopped moving. "I have also taken your mother prisoner for her role in Lord Voldemort's return." Draco flinched at the name, his breathing was becoming erratic.

"I… I don't understand… Where is this coming from?" Draco managed. Mother is a prisoner?

"Your mother and father have aligned themselves to the Dark Lord once again," Dumbledore told him. "And because of that, I moved against them. Your manor was put under siege, and your mother was captured while your father escaped. The Dark Lord has also gone into hiding, and your father is most likely by his side."

The World was starting to close in around him, and Draco found himself just staring at the old Headmaster. Unlike usual, Dumbledore had no hint of amusement on his face. His usually twinkling eyes were sharper than any dagger that Draco had seen in his father's collection. And worst of all, there was a certainty in Dumbledore's voice that frightened Draco beyond words.

"I did all of this because I wanted to save a man's life," Dumbledore went on, he knew that Draco was listening. "That man… is your Godfather."

"Godfather?" Draco croaked.

"Your mother and father betrayed Severus, and he was led into a trap by your father," Dumbledore informed Draco. "There was no Potioneering accident, and he has not been sent to France for treatment. Your Godfather, who was tortured by the Dark Lord himself, is under my care at the moment."

"You're lying…" Draco's mind became numb. "You are a liar, just like father told me…" Does he think that I'll believe this? Mother and father love Godfather, he was one of the first people to hold me when I was born.

"I will not argue against your words, because partly, they are true," Dumbledore stood up. "Come with me, and I will show you the truth. I will take you to your Godfather."

Dumbledore moved towards the fireplace, while Draco just sat on his seat. He wanted to get up and follow the Headmaster, but his muscles refused to respond. What if this was a trap to capture him? What if Dumbledore was trying to trick him? What if he's telling the truth? Draco stood up slowly, and he dragged his feet towards the Headmaster, who had readied a floo.

"Once you step through that fire, you will never be the same again," Dumbledore warned, and Draco shifted in his spot like a scared toddler.

Right now, he felt smaller than ever, and despite trying his best to hide it, he was really scared. Seeing the Headmaster like this had jarred him, while the man's words had terrified Draco into silence. Should I go through? Fuck, I don't know what to do…

"My Godfather is on the other side?" Draco all but whispered.

"Yes, and so is your mother," Dumbledore replied, and then he stepped through the fire.

Draco waited for a few seconds, and then he brandished his wand and followed after Dumbledore. He stepped into an unfamiliar Living Room with his wand aimed forward, though his shaking hand made it impossible for him to aim. Inside the Living Room was a pregnant woman, a man with candy floss colored haired, and two men who resembled Weasley in more than a few ways.

"Is that… a Malfoy?" one of the red haired men asked.

"This is Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore told the denizens, who all looked rather taken aback. "Draco, lower your wand, or I will take it from you."

Without thinking, Draco lowered his wand. He could do little but stare at the people inside the room, and similarly, they stared back at him. Who are they? Is this the Order of the Phoenix? Father told me that they were all jumped up criminals, but these people don't look like criminals.

"God… Godfather?" Draco looked towards Dumbledore. This was a trap, wasn't it? And I walked right into it.

"Follow me," Dumbledore said, and then he left the Living Room.

Draco's legs moved on their own, though his eyes lingered on the pregnant woman who had a sharper gaze than even Dumbledore. Oddly enough, she looked worried for him. Did they not know that I was coming here? So this isn't a trap, right? They made their way up quietly, and Draco felt extremely uncomfortable because of the narrow staircase. Whose home was this?

"Dumbledore?" came a man's voice as they reached the third floor, and Draco looked to see Sirius Black walking over to them. Sirius Orion Black… Mother's first cousin. We're in his house, aren't we? Black looked to Draco, and he just stopped walking immediately. "Is that…?"

"This is Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore introduced. "He is here to see Severus."

"You brought him to our…" Black started, but then he stopped. He shot one more look at Draco, and then he quickly made his way over to Dumbledore and began whispering. Draco couldn't hear much, but he did hear a few words. Seizure… Aftereffects of the Cruciatus… No place for a kid…

"Sirius, this has to happen," Dumbledore told the man. "The die is cast, and we must play our parts now. Draco, keep following me."

"Dumbledore, don't," Black jumped in their way, his eyes darting towards Draco. "Come back tomorrow-"

"Step aside," Dumbledore said, and the lights in the hallway dimmed immediately. Black went wide-eyed, while Draco felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Black slowly shifted to the side, his back pressed against the wall. "Draco, come."

They began making their way up again, and Draco couldn't help but look back at his first cousin once-removed, who was just staring at Draco with something akin to pity and bewilderment. I'm really scared now… Just breathe, Draco. Do what Weasley always says whenever you start panicking. They made their way up to the top floor, and Dumbledore stopped in front of a door.

"He is inside, Draco," Dumbledore looked back at him. "Are you sure that you want to step through this door? You can still turn back." I doubt that greatly, old man.

Draco didn't say anything, and Dumbledore gave him a nod before opening the door. They both made their way inside, and Draco immediately felt the chill of the room creep into his bones. Why is it so cold in here? And that's when he saw them.

A woman, who Draco knew to be Molly Weasley, was rubbing a wet towel against a bedridden man's forehead. Draco just stared at the bedridden man, and quite honestly, he didn't know who this stranger was. The man had a badly shaven head, very faint scars on his face, a bloody bandage over his left eye, and he seemed to be struggling to just breathe properly. Where is Godfather?

"Dumbledore?" Molly looked to the Headmaster, and then her eyes moved towards Draco. In an instant, her eyes widened to size of dinner plates, and she stepped between Draco and the stranger. "What is he doing here?"

"He is here to see his Godfather," Dumbledore told her, and she looked extremely puzzled. And then, she looked outraged.

"He is just a boy!" Molly Weasley shrieked, making Draco flinch. "Why would you bring him-"

"Draco…" the bedridden man rasped, and Draco's blood froze. He knew that voice, though right now he wished that he didn't.

Draco slowly walked around Dumbledore in order to look at the bedridden man, and when he finally saw him fully, Draco felt bile rise at the back of his throat. There was no mistaking it now, his Godfather was the man in the bed. Dumbledore had told him the truth, hadn't he? The Dark Lord had indeed returned, and he had tortured Snape beyond recognition. But if that's true… Then so was the other stuff…

Draco ran to the corner behind him, and he vomited out his meager lunch rather forcefully. He heard movement behind him, and he was suddenly wrapped in a warm blanket.

"How could you do this to a child?!" Molly Weasley demanded as she rubbed Draco's back.

The voices became distorted, and Draco kneeled in front of his own mess. His eyes were fixed on the vomit, and everything seemed to be swaying from side to side. Dumbledore had told him the truth. His Godfather was tortured by the Dark Lord, while his mother was turned into a prisoner. Mother… She would never betray Godfather… Dumbledore lied about that… I know it… He felt Molly Weasley leave his side, and he heard her storm out of the room and slam the door behind her.

"Draco," came Dumbledore's voice, but Draco refused to turn around. Instead, he just sat there and stared at his mess. He needed a break. He needed it so badly that if he didn't get it, he was certain that he'd go mad.

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Thirty Minutes Later

Dumbledore had left the room after cleaning up Draco's mess, but Draco still refused to turn around. His brain had just turned off, and Draco himself refused to restart it. But that all ended when he heard loud, pained coughing from behind him, and Draco found himself shooting up to his feet. He quickly made his way over to check on Snape, whose right eye were barely open.

"Godfather…" Draco croaked as he hovered over the man. "Is that really you?"

"Sit down, Draco," Snape whispered, and Draco's body followed the instructions.

"The Dark Lord…?" Draco started, but then he stopped himself. Instead, he reached forward and touched the man's face lightly, just to make sure that this wasn't an illusion. "It's really you?"

"Yes," Snape whispered, and Draco felt a sob escape his throat. "No, Draco… Don't…"

"I'm… I'm sorry…" Draco tried to stop himself, but he was just too overwhelmed. Why is this happening to me?

Snape went to say something, but he decided to conserve the little strength that he did have for later. So, he let his Godson cry like the child he was. Draco tried to stop multiple times, but each time he saw Snape's horrible visage, his pathetic demeanor worsened. After nearly twenty minutes of crying, Draco was too weak to go on.

"Mother and father did this?" Draco croaked, he couldn't look at the man.

"Yes, and no…" Snape said almost gently. "The Dark Lord did this to me, Draco… The Dark Lord, and myself…"

"Yourself?" Draco looked back at Snape, and his heart clenched painfully.

"My choices in life," Snape whispered, his right eye struggling to stay open. "I've done such horrible things, Draco… I've murdered innocents… I was the reason why my only true friend in life was butchered… I… I killed my own father…"

Draco just stared at the barely conscious man, his own throat had clogged up. Draco knew that his Godfather was telling the truth, but by Merlin, it was difficult to hear him confess to such things. Snape had always been a mystery, and although Draco had ideas about the man, he had never tried to pry too much into Snape's background.

"Why am I here?" Draco asked, his voice cracked terribly. "I don't understand…"

"I wanted to see you," Snape replied, and Draco leaned closer to the Potions Master's side. "You're the closest thing to Family that I have left, Draco… I just wanted to see you."

"Did father betray you?" he heard his own voice. Tell me it's not true… Please.

"He led me… right into the Dark Lord's hands," Snape replied, and Draco felt his entire face hurt as it contorted.

"No…" Draco sobbed into his hands. "Father loves you… He'd never do this to you…"

"The Dark Lord no doubt tortured him into it," Snape gave his thoughts. "Draco, look at me…"

Draco shook his head in his hands, and then he sniffled loudly as he held back another sob.

"Listen," Snape reached forward with his right hand, which had been under the sheets thus far. Draco's weeping died at seeing the bandaged stub where his Godfather's hand used to be, while Snape rested his arm back on the bed. He could still feel his hand, despite it not being there.

"Your hand?" Draco coughed out. "Your eye?"

"And my right leg," Snape said, he didn't sound even half as panicked as he should have. "I have paid dearly for my sins, but not enough…"

"Not enough?" Draco couldn't help but ask. "Please… Stop it…"

"Listen to me," Snape said. "The Potions are putting me under… You have to choose, Draco… Choose today…"

"Choose what?" Draco asked.

"Your side," Snape replied, his right eye closing. "This is what awaits you if you choose the Darkness… Like I did… The Dark Lord will kill us all, Draco, just as he tried to kill you in the Forbidden Forest. He is death itself, and he is beyond reasoning… Your father is his prisoner, make no mistake… Your mother is safe here, I swear it… You were raised to believe in a madman…"

"Why is this happening?" Draco asked himself desperately. "I… I shouldn't be here…"

"But you are here," Snape said with his old strength. "The World doesn't care about your privilege… Remember? Do you remember my lessons?"

"I… I do," Draco sniffled.

"Good," Snape drawled as his body relaxed. "I will be here for you… Always… Just know that…"

And just like that, his Godfather stopped moving. If not for his shallow breathing, Draco would have thought him dead from his injuries.

"Godfather?" Draco nudged him lightly, but the man didn't even stir.

Draco felt the urge to rest his head on the man's chest, but he resisted. Snape was clearly injured all over, and Draco didn't want to cause him any more pain. Father did this? Father led him into a trap because the Dark Lord tortured him into it? Draco didn't even know what to think or do, all he felt was this weight on his shoulders that was threatening to crush him.

After a few minutes of just staring at his Godfather's sleeping form, Draco skulked away towards the door. As soon as he opened it, he saw Molly Weasley and Dumbledore waiting outside. Without a single word, Molly Weasley rushed into the room to take care of her charge. Draco lingered by the door, his eyes fixed on the Weasley Matriarch as she checked up on Snape.

"Draco," Dumbledore said, and Draco looked to him with a tired and hurt expression. "Do you wish to see your mother?"

"She's here?" Draco asked, he couldn't even recognize his own voice.

"She is," Dumbledore replied, and Draco gave him a weak nod. "Follow me."

Dumbledore led the way towards the back of the Hallway, and they both climbed up a few steps which led them to a sealed door. Is this an attic? That's where they're keeping her? Dumbledore opened the door and led Draco inside, and it took Draco a mere second to see his mother sitting by a small window.

"Mum?" Draco croaked, and she immediately looked in his direction.

"Draco?" Narcissa shot up to her feet, she was wearing a ghastly white dress that was too large for her.

Draco and Narcissa quickly approached each other, while Dumbledore closed the door and lingered in the back. She embraced him tightly, but he didn't have the strength to return her love.

"What did you do to him?" his mother hissed in Dumbledore's direction.

"They did nothing," Draco spoke without thinking. "I… I saw Godfather…" His mother tensed immediately, which only made Draco's chest hurt even more. She knows, Draco… It's all true… "Did you and father do that to him?"

"No," Narcissa denied immediately, a torn look appearing on her face.

Draco had never seen such a look on her face before, and it only served to send him further down the rabbit hole.

"No, Draco," she whispered, her features softening immensely. "It wasn't us who did that to Severus."

"It was the Dark Lord…" Draco muttered, and she shot a furious look in Dumbledore's direction.

"Don't listen to these people-"

"Godfather told me everything," Draco cut her off, and then he pulled himself away from her.

"Draco…" Narcissa whispered, a surprised look on her face.

"Father gave him up to the Dark Lord," Draco rubbed his face harshly. "I don't know what to think…"

"Please, listen to me," his mother urged. "They attacked us in the middle of the night… They destroyed our home, and took me prisoner… They want you to turn against everything that we believe in…"

Draco shot a look back at Dumbledore, but all he saw was an old man with a sorry look on his face. The Headmaster's hardened expression had weakened over time, and now even Draco could see that he didn't want to do this. But he still did it, didn't he? Mother's right, they want me to turn against them.

"Draco," Dumbledore said, and Draco broke out of his thoughts. "Once Severus has recovered, he wants you to live with him in Spinner's End. He doesn't want you to fight and die in this war."

"War?" Draco swallowed thickly.

"Yes, Draco," Dumbledore said. "A war is upon-"

"Don't talk to him," Narcissa moved between Draco and Dumbledore. "Keep your poisonous words away from my son. You want him to die for you!"

"Your Master wants that, Narcissa, not me," Dumbledore said calmly. "Draco, ask your mother what the Dark Lord did to her in order to lure Severus into a trap."

"What did he do?" Draco heard himself ask, but his mother didn't say a word. "Mother?"

"The Dark Lord is a Half-Blood," Dumbledore told Draco, who just blinked repeatedly. "He does not believe in what you believe in. He is using people like your parents, who have given into hatred, to secure his place at the top of the food chain. Lord Voldemort is evil incarnate, Draco, and you will die if you follow him. Severus knows this, and so does your mother." She does?

"And what will happen to him if he follows you?" Narcissa demanded. "The Dark Lord cannot be stopped! Death has no power over him, don't you understand that?!"

"Your Master is no God," Dumbledore told her. "He is a man who fancies himself a God, but he will die like any ordinary man." Dumbledore then addressed Draco. "I will not ask you to fight against him, Draco. If you wish to live with your father, then I will not stop you. But if you chose to live with Severus, I will protect you."

"Why did you attack my house?" Draco asked. "Was it to save Godfather?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Draco asked, his eyes moving between his mother's back and Dumbledore.

"Because he is my friend, and the bravest man I know," Dumbledore replied, and Draco found himself dazed by those words. I didn't even know that they were friends. "Draco, it's time to choose."

"No," Narcissa grit out.

"Draco, what is your decision?" Dumbledore asked.

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Wednesday 25th November, 1993 (Headmaster's Office – Evening)

He had made his choice, and it had left him hollowed out. In the end, Draco had chosen his Godfather over the Dark Lord. He understood the gravity of his decision, but after what he had seen today, he wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord. The monster who had tried to kill him in his first year, and who had haunted Draco's dreams for months, had destroyed his Godfather.

Draco also understood that he wouldn't see his father for a very long time, but for some odd reason, he didn't feel any pain over that. Maybe it was because he was beyond feeling pain right now, or maybe it was because he was genuinely angry with his father for the first time in his life. Either way, Draco was just numb all over.

Draco had lingered behind with his mother for a bit, but none of her words entered his ears. He was beyond exhausted, and all he wanted was for Snape to return to normal, but since that would never happen, Draco had settled for sleep. He had fainted from being so overwhelmed by everything, and he had woken up in the Living Room. Black had offered him food, but Draco had refused to even speak.

"Draco, you may rest here if you wish," Dumbledore said as they entered the Office through the fireplace, but Draco just drifted towards the door. "Draco?"

"Leave me alone…" Draco rasped, his throat felt so dry.

He left the Office and made his way down the spiral staircase, and then, he found himself drifting through the Hallways of the seventh floor. It was like he was in a trance of some sort, and everything in the corners of his vision were blurry. He didn't even realize that he had reached the Moving Staircase until he was nearing the entrance to the Entrance Hall.

As he drifted past some students, he heard a loud popping sound which spooked him. And then, before he knew it, he was drenched from head to toe in a gooey, red liquid. His mind barely registered what had happened before the twins ran around the corner, and they blew gold confetti all over Draco.

"We have our new Gryffindor mascot!" the twins cheered, and everyone around Draco burst into laughter.

As for Draco, his lethargic mind was still trying to make sense of what had just happened. The red liquid was cold, and it felt disgusting against his skin. The gold confetti was prickly, and some of it had gotten into his mouth. A prank? Yeah… The twins got me. He could hear loud laughter all around him, and he found himself being pulled back into reality.

"Look at him!" Angelina Johnson wheezed. "He's stunned silent!"

Draco just looked around at the people mocking him, and he saw yellow, blue, and red. No Slytherins? They're all avoiding public places, aren't they? The laughter got louder and louder, and Draco watched as the twins were patted on the back and congratulated. The ones who weren't laughing were sneering at Draco, and telling him to 'piss off back into the Dungeons'.

Draco felt so small that his mind convinced him that everyone was towering over him. Their laughing faces became twisted, and the sounds of their joy turned horrifying. I'm all alone… My mother and father are both prisoners, and my Godfather is on his deathbed. I have no one left… No one to turn to… The reality of his situation hit him like a brick wall once again, and Draco felt his eyes sting. His breathing became erratic as the laughter echoed in his ears, and he found it impossible to keep his head raised.

"Wait…" one of the twins shushed everyone. "Wait a second!"

"Oh, shite," the other twin laughed. "He's… He's crying! Look at him!"

Unsurprisingly, people started laughing once again, and this time, it was even louder than before.

"It's a joke, Malfoy!" some Hufflepuff laughed. "Don't be such a bitch about it!"

More people joined in, and before he knew it, he was being called all sorts of names. Move… What am I doing? He wanted to just vanish from sight, and yet, he was rooted to his spot. Like a child, he was just sniveling to himself. My life is ruined… What am I even supposed to do…?

"STOP IT!" came Granger's haughty voice from somewhere. "Can't you see what you're doing?! What's wrong with all of you?! I'll call the Professors on you lot!"

"Here we go," the twins laughed.

"Little Miss Prefect is here to spoil everyone's fun," someone drawled.

As the laughter died down, Draco felt a rush of strength flow through him. Run… Just run away… Draco turned around and bolted for the Dungeons, which only reignited the laughter behind him. Step by step, Draco hurried towards safety, until eventually, he was all alone. Just as he was about to head for the common room, Weasley came running in his direction.

"Malfoy!" Weasley skidded to a stop. "Are you alright?!"

Draco just stared at him through blurry vision, while Weasley looked him over with a pissed off expression. He was running? Why? Did he know about this?

"Fucking twins…" Weasley grit out, and then he noticed that Draco was crying. "Malfoy… What did they do?"

"Fuck… Fuck off," Draco rubbed his eyes clear. "Leave me alone…"

Draco tried to move past him, but Weasley stepped in his way.

"You can't go into Slytherin looking like this," Weasley said.

"Your brothers did this!" Draco screamed suddenly, making Weasley flinch. "Your Family is a cancer, Weasley!"

Weasley went to say something, but he clearly bit his tongue.

"Malfoy, come with me," Weasley said, and then he grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him along.

Draco thought about resisting, he thought about shoving Weasley away and then Hexing him, but in the end, he just didn't have the strength to do anything. So, he just started crying to himself as Weasley dragged him into an empty classroom. Stop crying already… What's wrong with you? Why are you so weak-willed?

"Sit down, please," Weasley guided Draco into a chair, and Draco quickly buried his face in his hands.

"You knew…" Draco coughed out. "You came running… You knew they were there… You set me up…"

"No, Malfoy," Weasley sighed as he kneeled down in front of Draco. "I… I can't explain it…"

"Fuck you…" Malfoy sobbed out, and then he heard Weasley pull out a piece of parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Weasley whispered, and Draco look up at him. What did he just say?

The parchment in Weasley's hands turned into a map, one with names and dots everywhere. What…? What is that?

"This is how I knew where you were," Weasley told him, and then he showed Draco the map more clearly. "See? There's the twins, and Hermione's got them cornered. And look, Harry, Ginny, and Neville are lingering in the back, no doubt too cowardly to step in."

"What… What is that?" Draco tried to control his voice, but it just kept cracking.

"A map of the school, and I can see where everyone is at any given moment," Weasley replied, and Draco couldn't help but go wide-eyed. "Actually… No one knows that I have this. Not even Daphne. The twins gave this to me a while ago."

"But you are showing me?" Draco rubbed his tears and snot away.

"I… I don't want you to think that I set you up," Weasley admitted tensely. "I just had a quick look to see where the twins were, and I saw you in a crowd. That's why I came running… I wanted to get you out of there because you weren't moving. I figured that the twins had strung you up." Right…

"I made a joke out of myself…" Draco put his hand on his forehand, his face contorting painfully. "I fucking cried like a…" Fuck!

"I'm sorry to hear that," Weasley said as he hid the map into his robes.

"The whole school will know by tonight…" Draco sniffled, and then he realized something. "You have this map, but you're not using it?" Draco looked at Weasley, who just stared back at him. "You could use that to stop the pranks… Or at least, help us avoid your brothers…"

"I know, but I'm not going to do that," Weasley said, and Draco blinked at him. "The twins have united Slytherin against a common enemy, I see that now. We were scattered after Professor Snape's disappearance, but now, we're all in the same frying pan. Our House is united once again, Malfoy, and the twins are to thank for that."

"You…" Draco croaked, but then he stopped himself. He's ahead of his brothers, isn't he? "Why didn't you fight back? We could've avoided this mess if it wasn't for you…"

"I… I'm poorly made," Weasley swallowed thickly. "The twins have terrorized me for my entire life, but I still want them to love me like a brother. In their own way, I suppose they do love me, but it's not good enough. I was wrong to force you all into hiding, and for that, I'm sorry."

"You already apologized…" Draco hiccupped.

"I know," Weasley sighed out. "Malfoy… Why did you break down like that?" I can't say anything, Dumbledore was clear about that. They have my mother, and if the truth comes out, it'll be my father that the Ministry hunts down.

"I… I don't know…" Draco lied, he was just done with everything.

"Do you want me to leave?" Weasley asked, and Draco thought about it.

"No…" Draco whispered.

"Alright," Weasley stood up and pulled a chair.

"Don't talk to me… But don't leave…" Draco looked down at his red feet.

"I understand," Weasley sat down, his eyes fixed on Draco.

For the first time today, Draco didn't feel completely alone. He made sure to ignore Weasley, and he expected the red-head to leave after an hour, but Weasley just stayed with Draco in silence.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry, but no Gala this time! I did write it down, but then I felt like I skipped all this good drama, so I went back and re-wrote the Chapter. Next chapter, I'll have the Gala, and it'll be an improved version of the current one. It didn't come out right because I skipped important things.

I hope you guys enjoyed that, and sorry for the delay. Life gets busy, and I'm trying my best to stay afloat.

See you guys on Monday for the next one!