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.

95. Chapter 95 - What Would Ronnie Do?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 95 is finished! Five more to go before we reach the big 100!

Now, just a quick word... Imagine my surprise when I was bombarded with angry emails after posting the last chapter! Lol, it was quite surprising, mostly because I thought that I had established Ron as an extremely troubled individual.

Well, I only have one thing to say to the people who were left unhappy by the last chapter. I respect your opinion, and I won't douse fuel on your understandable anger. There is a reason why I showed the twins backing off before Tracey's plan was put into action.

The characters in this story won't be vilified needlessly, I despise that trope. I could have easily made the twins even more antagonistic, which would serve to put Ron on a pedestal for defeating them. But I didn't do that, because at the end of the day, the twins do have a line that they don't want to cross. They don't see themselves as bullies, and when Ginny gave her opinion, they realized that they had gone too far. Their main flaw is that they are too used to being praised for their antics, and as a result, they don't know when to stop.

As for Ron, this is not Canon!Ron. Not anymore, at least. I have spent nearly two million words developing his character, and I will continue to do so as planned. If I change the plan I have, then other characters' arcs will suffer, and I'll have a steamy mess to deal with. Plus, I don't want to make an MC who is always on the right side of things. That's for you all to decide, I can't pick and choose who I want you to like. I just write the story as I planned it, and you are free to love whichever character you want.

I like to think that my diverse cast is one of my story's strengths, and something that really sets my story apart from most other stories. No one in this story is perfect, and many characters have to deal with the consequences of their actions. If Hermione were to scar Marietta Edgecomb for life in this story, then there will be believable consequences for such actions. No one gets a pass in my eyes, especially Ron.

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 95 – What Would Ronnie Do?

Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 27th November, 1993 (Slytherin Common Room – Near Midnight)

"You scared the shite out of me…" Ron sighed out, and then he stared at the Sorting Hat. "It's been a while, Hat."

"Too long, I'd say!" the Hat chuckled. "Do you mind putting me on your melon?"

"My head's not a…" Ron started, but then he stopped. "Sure, come here."

Ron picked up the Hat, and he put it on his head. The Hat hummed to itself as it began perusing Ron's mind, and then suddenly, it clamped down on his head. Ron was startled by its vice-like grip on his skull, and he quickly grabbed it by its sides.

"Take me off!" the Hat bellowed, and Ron ripped the Hat off without hesitation. Ow! My fucking melon!

"Hat?!" Ron eyed it within his hands, while the Hat let out whimpering noise. What happened? "Hat… What happened? Talk to me."

"It was not pleased to see me…" the Hat muttered, and Ron frowned to himself. That fucker tried to hurt the Hat?

"Shite… I should've warned you, I'm sorry," Ron apologized. "It got out…" I'm an idiot.

"Please, put me back down on the couch," the Hat requested, and Ron gently placed it by his side.

"Are you alright? What did it do?" Ron asked.

"It tried to destroy my Magic…" the Hat replied, and Ron blinked at the Hat. "It wanted to undo my Charm, and if it had succeeded, I'd be nothing more than a weathered old hat… Helga's Mercy, Ronald, how did it get loose?"

"It broke free," Ron replied. "My Brain-Damage was getting out of control, and it broke out of its cage to save me. In the process, it got butchered by Fate's Magic."

"Fate?" the Hat perked up.

"She started the Cycles," Ron swallowed thickly. "I saw her in a dream, and I met one of her siblings. Trust me, you don't want to know… I personally don't even want to acknowledge that shite."

"I understand," the Hat said thoughtfully. "I suppose that we'll have to converse like ordinary people, then."

"Probably for the best," Ron agreed, and then he smiled a little. "How have you been, Hat? I've missed you."

"And I've missed you, my boy," the Hat said back. "As for how I've been… Well, Albus really ought to clean the top of his shelves. I have been swimming in dust for far too long."

"Right…" Ron nodded slowly, and then he drew in a deep breath. "Hat… I'd like to apologize to you."

"You are not responsible for the Entity, Ronald," the Hat said, and Ron shook his head.

"I want to apologize for our last conversation," Ron clarified, and the Hat waited for him to go on. "I should never have asked you to spy on the Headmaster, and I definitely shouldn't have gotten so angry when you refused. I was asking for far too much, and I was being thickheaded to boot. I'm sorry." There, that's been on my chest for a while.

"Do you want to know why I truly refused you?" the Hat asked, and Ron gave a nod. "Trust has to be built, Ronald. If a partnership is marred by underhanded tactics from the very start, then it will always collapse. You both needed to trust each other, and then grow from there." Ron thought about the Hat's words, and then he smiled a little more widely. "I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I believe that I made the right call."

"You did," Ron patted the Hat gently. "Thank you."

"Think nothing of it," the Hat said. "I have been watching over you three, and I must admit, I am quite amazed by your dynamic. You have dealt heavy blows to the Dark Lord, and the war has yet to start in earnest."

"He's done a lot of damage as well," Ron said. "Probably more."

"Indeed, he has," the Hat agreed. "Poor Severus… Albus has not been the same since. And little Elphias… Even I feel wounded at his passing. He and Albus were inseparable when they were students here."

"Yeah, things are looking worse than ever," Ron leaned back in his seat. "So… What brings you here? I mean, you sort of just disappeared."

"I was not needed," the Hat said, and Ron cocked an eyebrow. "What I mean is that despite my worry over the coming war, I could offer little aid. Albus, Severus, and you have become pillars for each other, and for the Order."

"They're the pillars, while I'm a stepping stone," Ron chuckled. "You are giving me too much credit."

"You still challenge my wisdom?" the Hat asked, and Ron raised his hands in surrender. "Good."

"So you're back because you are needed now?" Ron asked. "Do you have information for me?"

"Albus is distracted by recent events, while Severus is in no position to help anyone," the Hat replied. "And you… You have begun to give in to the Darkness."

"The Darkness?" Ron asked, was he about to get lectured?

"I heard everything, my boy," the Hat sighed, while Ron felt anxious about the Hat's thoughts. "Death is not something that you should long for… It is the climax of one's life, not the goal. The journey is the most important part, my boy, so don't let it pass you by."

"The journey?" Ron asked. "Hat, my life is miserable…"

"Everyone has their troubles, Ronald," the Hat told him. "Overcoming said troubles is the journey." The Hat then perked up again. "Do you have time for a story?"

"A story?" Ron asked slowly.

"Believe me, you can relate to this one," the Hat said.

"Sure," Ron agreed, he was just happy to have the Hat's company after so long. "What's this story about?"

"It is about a woman who was revered by all, and yet, despised by her own daughter," the Hat replied.

"How can I relate to a revered woman-"

"Ronald, I will bite you if you interrupt me," the Hat warned, and Ron snorted before shutting his mouth. "This revered woman was born from nothing. Her father was a shallow and greedy man, while her mother spent her time in the arms of travelers rather than with her Family. When this woman was thirteen, she ran away from her home in glen. She wished to see the World, to uncover lost knowledge, and mostly importantly, she sought greatness."

"From glen?" Ron asked. "Rowena Ravenclaw… That's who you're talking about." Percy recited the Hogwarts Song for me before I came here.

"Well done," the Hat said, though it sounded a bit somber. "I am indeed telling you the tragic tale of Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Tragic?" Ron blinked.

"Yes… Tragic," the hat whispered. "So tragic, that I myself don't like to think about it. And yet, you must hear it."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Because you are traveling the same road, my boy," the Hat told him. "If I had to compare you to any of the four Founders, I'd compare you to Rowena. Now… Listen. In her travels, Rowena unearthed Magic long forgotten, and word of her accomplishments spread far and wide. One day, during her travels, another young witch crossed paths with Rowena. This new witch refused to leave after seeing the state of Rowena, who barely ate and slept due to her undying need for knowledge."

"Was it Helga Hufflepuff?" Ron asked, and the Hat smiled.

"Kind Helga fed Rowena, and cared for her despite Rowena's cold demeanor," the Hat went on, and Ron relaxed completely. "They became unlikely friends, and soon, they set out together to continue Rowena's quest. That is when they met two young wizards, who were brothers in all but blood. Fiery Godric was brave, but bloody minded-"

"What?" Ron asked. "That's not right… Godric Gryffindor was the greatest of the four Founders."

"That is debatable, but in his youth, he lived for battle," the Hat explained. "No wizard was his equal in Spell-Work, and no Muggle could match his skill with a sword. A sword which was won through bloody conquest against the Goblins of Old, who were far more aggressive in regards to wizards than they are now. Wait… Stop distracting me!"

"Sorry," Ron sniggered. "Go on, please."

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes," the Hat remembered. "Fiery Godric was brave, but bloody minded, while his brother Salazar was ambitious, but despised violence. Together, they made a powerful duo. The four Founders took a liking to each other, and so, they traveled with Rowena. Although she was surrounded by friends, Rowena's heart belonged to her quest. Years passed, and the four Founders never left each other's sides. They were Family, and yes, that includes Salazar, whose mood hadn't darkened yet."

"Of all the Founders, Rowena was the most distant," the Hat told Ron. "She put her quest above all things, and it was she who first proposed the idea of a Wizarding School."

"Really?" Ron asked.

"Really," the Hat replied. "But her intentions weren't exactly pure. You see, she wished to store her knowledge in a safe place, and even share it. Helga had always wanted children, and so she agreed instantly. Godric, who had begun to grow weary of battle, sought to train wizards and witches to protect themselves. While Salazar, who had begun to despise the prosecuting Muggles, seized the opportunity to hide wizards and witches from the World."

"And so, they built Hogwarts," the Hat continued. "They worked tirelessly, and after much struggle, they created this beautiful place. This would be their home, and for Rowena, it was her own personal Library. She filled the school with books, and she created the Forbidden Section for herself only. One day, a passing scholar came to the school, and Rowena took him to her bed."

"Nice," Ron grinned, and the Hat growled.

"That is my mother that you speak of…" the Hat frowned.

"She did the nasty," Ron giggled to himself.

"Yes…" the Hat sighed. "Rowena bore a daughter, and she named said daughter Helena."

"And the scholar?" Ron asked.

"He left," the Hat replied. "Rowena had no time for people, sadly. Helena was raised in this castle, and the Founders were like her parents. Helga was the kind mother who doted on her, Godric enjoyed sharing his exploits with her, and Salazar taught her how to read and write."

"And Rowena?" Ron asked slowly.

"Rowena's true love was her quest for knowledge, and so she neglected her daughter," the Hat said sadly, and Ron lost his own humor. Shite… That's terrible. "It was not out of spite, mind you, but Helena was deeply wounded by it. As Helena grew, her mother became more and more distant. When it was time for Helena's Sorting, Rowena took her into Ravenclaw simply because of her last name. It broke Helena's heart, and a bitter jealousy engulfed her."

"And then?" Ron asked.

"And then, Helena did the unthinkable," the Hat replied. "She studied under her mother, and as soon as she came of age, she stole her mother's Diadem, an artifact that Rowena treasured above all things. It had the power to enhance one's intelligence tenfold, and Helena wished to use it to outdo her own mother."

"Did she?" Ron asked, but deep down, he knew the answer.

"She may have someday, but she never got the chance," the Hat replied. "After her theft, Helena ran away from Hogwarts. Rowena learned of her daughter's actions, and it dawned on her that she had made a terrible mistake. Her coldness had driven her daughter to thievery, and now, she was gone. Desperate to make amends, Rowena sent a man who loved Helena to go fetch her."

"Why not the other Founders?" Ron asked. "I mean, they were the greatest of all Wizards, right? They'd find her in no time."

"Rowena was proud, and she hid her shame from her 'Family'," the hat sighed deeply. "The man who was sent to fetch Helena ended up killing the poor girl, and when she returned to Hogwarts as a Ghost, Rowena's failing health could not endure it. She died, Ronald, of heartbreak. She died surrounded by her many books, her last thoughts filled with regret. She had put her quest above all else, and it killed her in the end."

"I see…" Ron rubbed his face, he could now see why the Hat had compared him to Rowena Ravenclaw.

"I only sat on your head for a few moments, Ronald, and yet, I felt overwhelmed by the conflict raging inside you," the Hat told him. "You are lost, my boy, now more than ever."

"I know," Ron admitted weakly. "It's just… hard… It's so damn hard…" I keep trying to do good, but things keep getting worse.

"Nothing worth having comes easy," the Hat said. "Rowena accomplished her quest, but it meant nothing in the end because she regretted her choices in life. She wished that she had been a better mother, a kinder friend, and a less demanding teacher. I do not wish to see History repeat itself, and so, I come to you. It's not too late, Ronald. There is time to achieve your goals, and to open your heart."

"My heart is open," Ron sat up, a stern look on his face.

"Is it?" the Hat asked. "That is not what I saw inside of you. I saw rage, agony, bitterness, and a need for vengeance. I saw a boy long-forgotten, crying as the shadows surrounded him."

"Ronnie?" Ron looked to the Hat.

"You've abandoned him," the Hat said with deep sorrow. "The boy who I Sorted into Slytherin… The boy who was my friend."

"I don't need him," Ron frowned a little. "He was weak, and a fucking joke. I have accomplished so much since I cut him off from myself."

"He may have been naïve and passive, but he was also kind and selfless," the Hat countered. "And you miss him dearly, despite your venomous words. You do not have to be exactly like him, dear boy, but you cannot deny that he is a part of you. Find him, Ronald. Or you will die as Rowena did; full of regrets and all alone."

With that, the Hat disappeared from sight. Ron stared at the empty spot for a few moments, and then he looked into the fire. The Hat's words echoed in his head, and Ron turned and cracked his neck.

"Ronnie…" Ron growled to himself, his gloved hand massaging his forehead. What would Ronnie do in my shoes?

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Saturday 28th November, 1993 (The Headmaster's Office – Early Morning)

"Headmaster, I'm coming in," Ron called, and then he entered the Office.

He had, of course, knocked multiple times, but there had been no response. As Ron shut the door, he figured that the old man was off on some errand. However, when Ron moved further into the room, he spotted the Headmaster sleeping in his chair. Merlin, he finally dozed off. I should leave before I wake- Ron's thoughts stopped as he noticed that the old man looked cold, despite the fireplace being lit. Not just cold, but defeated.

Ron decided to ignore it, and he walked over to the fireplace in order to floo to Greengrass Manor. Stop… What would Ronnie do? Ron closed his eyes, and he drew in a deep breath. What if the Hat's right? Damn… Ron looked to the Headmaster, and after deciding to help, he tiptoed towards the Headmaster's chair. He looked around for anything that could serve as a blanket, and after spotting a golden cloak nearby, Ron carefully covered the old man's torso with it. There, nice and warm.

As Ron turned to leave, his eyes landed on the piece of parchment sitting right in front of Dumbledore. On it were the names of the Order members, and beside those names were certain Runes that Ron couldn't recognize. Wait… The one next to Sirius and dad's names is the Symbol of Protection. We went over it a couple of weeks ago in Study of Ancient Runes. This is… odd.

"Ronald?" came Dumbledore's groggy voice, and Ron fought the urge to smack himself. I fucking woke him up.

"Sorry, Headmaster," Ron gave the old man a sorry smile, while Dumbledore eyed the cloak covering him. "I um… You looked cold… Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It is quite alright," Dumbledore assured him. "I have made certain plans, and I could use an extra pair of eyes."

"And you will have my eyes," Ron gently stopped Dumbledore from sitting up. "After I come back from work. Please, just get some sleep. You can't go to the Gala looking like this."

"I… Yes, of course," Dumbledore closed his bloodshot eyes, and Ron secured the cloak around the Headmaster once again.

"Sleep well, I will be back before you know it," Ron said, and then he made his way back to the fireplace.

"Enjoy your work," Dumbledore mumbled, and Ron smiled to himself.

Ron reached the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo-powder, and he hurled it into the fire.

"Greengrass Manor," Ron called, and he then walked through the roaring fire.

Once again, Mary was not there to greet him in the Greeting Room, and Ron wondered where she was. No doubt with Tracey's mother. Wait… I just realized something. Ron looked around the Greeting Room, and he felt his stomach tighten. Yule Break is almost here, which means that this bizarre situation will need to be explain. Tracey, Daphne, and Malfoy will be safe, but what about the others? Theo especially… The Dark Lord is no doubt seeking refuge in Nott Manor.

And just like that, Ron found himself staring off into space. Blaise will be with his mother for her wedding, while Millie and Pansy will be with their parents, who, like Cornelius Nott, are devoted followers of the Dark Lord. Oh, fuck me… Why didn't I realize this sooner? What am I going to do about that?

"Ron?" came Mary's voice, and Ron looked in her direction. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Ron greeted back, and he noticed Mary's furrowed brow.

"Are you alright? You looked lost in thought," Mary approached him. I'm fucked.

"I'm doing great," Ron smiled. "I was just thinking about where you were. I mean, you always greet me here."

"I didn't know that you looked forward to my greetings," Mary smiled.

"Which man wouldn't want you to greet them?" Ron asked, and Mary let out a chuckle.

"Rascal," she smacked him lightly. "Come, I will walk you to the Study." Think, Ron. What are you going to do about the Yule Break? "I believe congratulations are in order."

"They are?" Ron asked.

"Your new job, Ron," Mary said, and Ron nodded slowly. "My husband was… thrilled."

"He's pissed, isn't he?" Ron asked.

"He doesn't like surprises, but no, he is not 'pissed'," Mary replied. "Honestly, Ron… You can't speak like a commoner at this Gala. You must be refined, and charming."

"I can do that," Ron said. "Easy as taking a piss."

"Why does my daughter put up with you?" Mary shot him a smirk.

"I'm refined, and charming," Ron grinned.

"Please don't grin…" Mary closed her eyes and shook her head. "Just give him an explanation, alright? He will never admit it, but your secrecy hurt him a little."

"I see," Ron lost his grin. "I will give him an explanation, have no doubt about that."

"This is where I leave you for now," Mary stopped in front of the door. "I will be joining you when you leave for the Burrow."

"You will?" Ron asked.

"Your parents told me about your upcoming shopping trip with them, and you could use my expertise," Mary replied, but Ron knew what she really meant. She wants to play peacekeeper. Fair enough, I could use her help in choosing something for mum.

"Thanks," Ron said, and she left with a parting nod.

Ron drew in a deep breath, and then he knocked on the door.

"Come in, Ron," came Lord Greengrass' voice, and Ron stepped into the Study and shut the door.

"Good morning-" Ron started, but he stopped when he saw that his Mentor was using a walking cane to stand upright. Weren't his injuries healed? I know it hasn't even been a week, but still…

"Ron, you are gawking," Lord Greengrass informed, and Ron shook his head clear. "I had a nasty fall down the stairs, that's all."

"You weren't healed?" Ron asked.

"I was, but my bones ache sometimes," Lord Greengrass replied in a calm tone. "Please, take a seat."

Ron did as he was told, while Lord Greengrass walked over and took his own seat. He then eyed Ron, who just stared right back at him.

"May I ask why you didn't tell me about your new job?" Lord Greengrass asked.

"I knew that you'd tell my parents," Ron replied, and Lord Greengrass nodded slowly. "You made a promise to me when I first started working with you, and you've broken that promise by sharing things about me without my consent. Trust runs both ways, Lord Greengrass."

"I… see," Lord Greengrass leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. "I understand." Just like that?

"You do?" Ron asked.

"As long as you make sure to give me your best, as always, I see nothing wrong with your new position within the Ministry," Lord Greengrass replied, and Ron shot him a grateful smile. "If anything, I am very impressed with your maneuvering. This Gala is shaping up to be quite the event."

"Thanks," Ron said.

"Have you practiced Castling like I asked you to?" Lord Greengrass asked, and Ron nodded.

"I did," Ron replied. "Though your daughter thought that I was trying to cheat her." She was already losing, and so she got really upset with me.

"Speaking of my daughter," Lord Greengrass smiled a little. "I want you two to stay by each other's sides tonight. I wish to make a display of the growing friendship between our Families."

"Is that wise?" Ron asked, though he loved the idea. "I mean, most of the Old Families despise us Weasleys."

"That is their prerogative," Lord Greengrass said. "I have grown fond of your Family, and I wish to further our alliance." Further our alliance?

"Do I want to know what that means?" Ron asked slowly.

"Probably not," Lord Greengrass smirked, and then he leaned forward. "Come, let's start with a game. I hear that you wish to leave halfway through the day, so we have little time to waste."

"Alright," Ron leaned forward.

"And Ronald..." Lord Greengrass said, and Ron looked up. "I am sorry for breaking my promise. I will make amends, I promise."

"Thank you, my Lord."

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Saturday 28th November, 1993 (Greengrass Manor – Morning)

"All set to go?" Mary asked Ron, she was waiting by one of the fireplaces.

"Yeah," Ron smiled at her. "Thanks for doing this, by the way. I really appreciate the help."

"Think nothing of it," Mary smiled back. "Truth be told, I've been dying to get Molly into a proper dress. Maybe a nice necklace too." I only have a couple of hundred Galleons, not counting the five hundred I've saved up for the donation.

"I won't lie, money is tight for me at the moment," Ron said. "So let's not be too ambitious."

"Shopping is a hobby of mine, Ron," Mary prepared the floo. "Believe me, I have everything planned already, and your pouch won't suffer too much damage. The Burrow."

With that, she cast the floo-powder into the fire. As it blazed green, Mary stepped through with perfect posture. Ron drew in a deep breath, stretched his back and arms, and then he followed her through the fireplace. As he entered the Burrow, he saw Fred and George sitting with Bill and Charlie. Shite.

"Ron," Charlie greeted, while the twins glared at him. "Mrs. Greengrass is in the Kitchen with mum and dad."

"Thanks," Ron said, and then he began heading for the Kitchen.

"Ron, wait," Bill called, and Ron stopped walking.

"Yes?" Ron asked as he turned back around.

Bill shot a look towards the twins, and then he let out an annoyed sigh.

"Do you have a minute to spare?" Bill asked. No, I don't.

"Sure," Ron said. "Want to talk outside?"

"That'd be great," Bill stood up, and he gestured Ron towards the front door.

Ron made his way out, and he spotted his parents speaking with Mary with slightly subdued looks. This fucking house is a pit of anxiety. Once he was outside, Ron breathed in the fresh air, and it helped him relax a little.

"It's oddly nostalgic, right?" Bill asked, and Ron turned to face him. "The smell around the Burrow, that is. It smells like home."

"You're right," Ron agreed. "What do you want to talk about, Bill?"

"The twins… They told me everything," Bill said, much to Ron's surprise.

"They tattled?" Ron asked.

"No… They didn't tattle, Ron," Bill denied. "They're devastated, and demoralized. Charlie and I tried to cheer them up, and they broke at the seams." Oh… "Did you really plant that barrel?"

"No," Ron lied. "How would I do that, Bill? I'm not even in Gryffindor."

"You're lying," Bill rubbed his face, he couldn't believe this.

"Am I?" Ron frowned a little. "You can divine the truth from others now? Did you learn this skill in Egypt?"

"Ron, how could you do this to them?" Bill asked. "Talk to me… Man to man. I won't say a word to mum and dad, I swear it."

"How could I do this to them?" Ron asked himself, and then his expression turned cold. "Easily."

"Easily?" Bill blinked.

"Yes, quite easily," Ron admitted. "I thought that I'd feel a bit guilty, but I don't."

"Merlin…" Bill shook his head. "Ron, mum's taken their wands away. She's not letting them attend this Gala, which they were genuinely looking forward to. Not to mention her ban on joke items and pranks. The twins live for that stuff, and you've taken it away from them. They're your brothers… Don't you care about that?"

"Do they care that I'm their brother?" Ron asked in return. "I asked them to stop not once, but twice. The second time, I begged them to stop their 'prank-war'. I told them that they were alienating me from my House-mates, and that I was quickly becoming a pariah because of their actions. You know what they said? They told me to pull the rod out of my arse."

"They… didn't mention that," Bill admitted.

"Why would they?" Ron asked. "In their eyes, they were just having a laugh, but then their 'psychotic' brother ruined their lives for no reason whatsoever. They were just trying to help Gryffindor, and they were wrongly struck down by a Slytherin." Ron then shook his head to himself. "If I help my House, they take it as a personal insult to them. Even though I'm in Slytherin, they expect me to take the side of the Gryffindors."

"They do?"

"Yes," Ron nodded. "After I beat Harry in a Duel, Ginny had the gall to demand that I ask Remus to hand the win to Harry. Can you believe that?"

"I… Why would she do that?" Bill asked.

"She didn't approve of my Spells," Ron's features softened a little. "That, and she worships Harry Potter. And here's the best part, Harry just wants to be seen as Harry, and not some legend." Ron then bit his bottom lip, maybe he ought to share his plans with Bill? I don't want another Weasley to hate me. "I do try, you know… But no matter what I do, I always step on someone's toes. Look, I don't plan to leave the twins out to dry, alright? Don't tell them this, but I will pay them back soon. They will have more than enough money to restart their business plans, but for the time being, I want them to feel powerless." Plus, I do want them to own that shop that I saw in my vision. They'd be happy to work in such a place.

"Why?" Bill asked slowly.

"Because that's how they've made me feel countless times," Ron replied. "I just want them to know what it feels like to be hurt, and alone. Once they learn their lesson, I will make peace with them." I just need to find the money somehow. I'm such a moron for wasting my wealth on stupid trinkets and gifts.

"Alright… I'll hold you to that, little brother," Bill said, and then he stepped out of Ron's way. "Dad talked mum into agreeing with your plans for the Gala, Ron. She's not exactly thrilled, but she's going to try for your sake. Just know that." I see. Dad must've talked to her about our chat yesterday.

"I'll see you later, Bill," Ron walked back into the House. "Are we ready to go?"

"Yes," his father gave a weak smile, he had to bury his pride for his son's sake. After all, Ron had admitted that he was proud to be Arthur's son, and so Arthur knew that he had to keep trying.

"Then let's be on our way," Ron said, and then he moved into the Living Room.

As he prepared the floo, he felt the hate coming off of the twins from behind him. Ron decided to ignore them, he really didn't want to fight at the moment.

"The Leaky Cauldron," Ron called, and then he tossed the powder into the fire.

As soon as the flames roared to life, Ron stepped through them and into the Leaky Cauldron. His parents, and Mary, followed after him, and Ron quickly eyed his mother. She looked cold and distant, which did wound Ron a little. She's proud, Ron, just remember that. She can't bring herself to accept help from her own child, but she's here nonetheless.

"Let's start with Madam Malkin's, and then make our way to Twilfitt and Tatting's," Mary smiled at the Weasleys. Yes, let's stay away from the Upper District. That place is beyond my price range.

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Twenty Minutes Later

Awkward. This was so fucking awkward. Ron had expected tensions to be high, but this was worse. His parents were extremely quiet, especially his mother, while Ron felt like an adult who was taking his kids shopping. Mary was trying to be cheerful in order to ease things, but it wasn't exactly working. None of the Weasleys wanted to be here, and yet, Ron understood that this was a necessity.

"Your mother looks good in that, doesn't she?" Arthur smiled at Ron, they were sitting by the windows while Mary and Madam Malkin helped Molly.

"Um… Yeah," Ron looked down at his feet. Merlin, please let this speed up. "Very good."

Arthur gave a slow nod, and then he looked back to his wife.

"Ron… About yesterday…" Arthur started, while Ron tensed a little. "Thank you."

"Pardon?" Ron blinked.

"I was scared of what you would say when I asked you if you were ashamed of me," Arthur said. "I was certain that you'd feel-"

"Dad… We're in a public store…" Ron drew in a deep breath.

"I know, I just wanted to say thank you," Arthur fidgeted with his hands. "It means a lot to me that you're proud to be my son, despite our differences." Merlin…

"Of course I'm proud," Ron all but whispered. "Being a Weasley means everything to me…" You have no idea just how much it means to me. Everything I do, I do for this Family.

"That's good," Arthur nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. "That's… really good."

"Dad, I know I can be… cold," Ron said as he fixed his slouching posture. "And I know that we've been at odds for a long time, but I do love you. I don't always show it, but it's the truth. Now… Can we stop?"

"I love you too, son," Arthur whispered, and then he sniffled. Is he…? Good Lord.

Ron decided to say nothing while his father worked to regain his composure, and after Arthur had steadied himself, they went back to watching Mary and Madam Malkin play doll with Molly. She looks really unhappy… Ron rubbed his forehead, he was starting to feel lightheaded. I haven't had lunch, nor do I have time to. I still need to give Luna and Ginny their dresses.

"Ron?" Arthur eyed his son. "Are you alright?"

"I feel lightheaded," Ron admitted. "It will pass."

"Oh…" Arthur muttered, he had to bite his tongue in an effort to not bombard Ron with questions. "Do you feel lightheaded often?"

"No," Ron replied. "I didn't eat lunch, and I've yet to take my second dose of medicine. I'll be fine."

"We can grab something to eat from the shops," Arthur suggested.

"That's alright," Ron refused. "We still need to sort you out, and then I need to give Luna and Ginny their dresses. Plus, I need to make some plans with my friends." What am I supposed to do about the upcoming Holidays? Maybe I should invite them to spend the Break with me? Hmmm… Maybe after my position is announced, their parents will take me more seriously. I could try, at the very least. Failing that, I'll come up-

"Ron? Are you there?" Arthur patted his back, and Ron broke out of his thoughts.

"Sorry… Did you say something?" Ron asked, and Arthur gave him a worried look.

"You disappear in your head often, don't you?" Arthur pointed out, and then he smiled a little. "Plotting something?" Yes.

"Dad, would it be alright with you if I asked my friends to join me for the Yule Break?" Ron asked, and Arthur blinked at him.

"Join you? At the Burrow?" Arthur asked. "Son… We will already be quite packed…"

"Really?" Ron asked.

"Sirius, Harry, and Remus will be joining us," Arthur told him, and Ron's left eye twitched. "Your mother has also invited the Greengrass and Davis Families, not to mention the Tonks. Oh, and the Lovegoods will be there, of course."

"The Davis Family?" Ron asked. "Tracey's parents?"

"Um… Yeah…" Arthur looked ahead, he couldn't tell Ron about the Order. It seems that mum and dad have made friends with them as well. Good. We need more allies. "Plus, Sirius says that Harry wants to spend the Break with Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, so they'll be there as well."

"Merlin, dad…" Ron sighed. "How are we going to fit so many people into the Burrow?" Also, why are the Golden Trio spending Christmas with us? I can smell Dumbledore all over this.

"We'll figure it out," Arthur smiled sheepishly. "I asked Molly to ease up on the invitations, but you know how she can be when it comes to Christmas."

"What if my friends spend their nights at Greengrass Manor, but come around to the Burrow to spend time with me during the day?" Ron negotiated. "Or I can go there."

"That could work," Arthur agreed. "And if they want, they can join us for Christmas dinner. Your mother has quite the feast planned in her head." Step one, complete. Now I just need to figure out a way to invite my friends without their parents spitting on my face. Theo has to be my priority right now. I can't let him go back to Nott Manor while the Dark Lord is there.

"Thank you," Ron smiled genuinely. "I know you aren't exactly keen on having them there, but I promise, they're a good lot. They've helped me a great deal, and I love them."

"We'll figure it out," Arthur smiled at Ron. "They're not their parents, right? That's what you told me."

"Exactly," Ron nodded far too quickly. "Thanks, dad, I really appreciate this." And I won't forget it.

"Ron, we're all sorted here," Mary waved at him, and Ron stood up immediately.

As he approached the witches, he eyed his mother's black dress. Not very showy, but it looks sophisticated nonetheless. And it suits her stout figure. I like it.

"Mum, are you happy with it?" Ron asked, and she gave him a nod. "Then we'll take it."

"Come with me," Madam Malkin led the way to the register, and Ron followed after her. "That'll be twenty five Galleons, young man." Thank you, Mary.

"Done."

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Thirty Minutes Later

Oddly enough, finding something for Arthur was much harder than finding something for Molly. Not only was Ron's father quite tall, but he felt extremely uncomfortable in fine dress robes. Mary, luckily, had a great sense of fashion, and so she had taken over completely. Ron was now just the person with the pouch, while his parents were Mary's personal dolls.

"It's a bit tight," Arthur told Mary, who looked to the clerk. "And purple isn't really my color…" No, it most certainly is not.

"I'll find something else," the Clerk said, and he left to find robes for taller gentlemen.

While Mary and Arthur discussed which color he preferred, Molly stood up and left the shop. Where is she going? Ron looked to his father, who was now staring at the door with a slight frown. Bloody hell, I can't let her run off. Ron stood up, gave Mary and Arthur a meaningful look, and then he exited the shop. Where did she go? Ron looked around the shop, and when he heard sniffling coming from the alley behind the shop, he fought the urge to groan loudly. What is the matter with her? She's that fucking proud?

"Mum," Ron stepped into the alley, and he spotted her as she cleared her eyes. "Mum… Seriously?"

"I'll be right inside…" Molly told him.

"I can't leave you in this alleyway, not with the current crime rate being what it is," Ron looked around. I don't see anyone. Good, this would be hard to explain. "Mum, why are you crying?"

"I'm not," she said rather childishly, and Ron felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Please stop," Ron requested. "Mum… It's just one dress… Why can't you just see it as a gift instead of charity? I'm your son, so I can't very well give you charity, right?"

"That's the point!" Molly suddenly yelped, and Ron barely stopped himself from flinching. "I'm your mother, and yet, you're buying me a dress? Don't you see how wrong that is…? Why can't you understand?" Why is it that I'm the only person with their shite together?

"You feel that ashamed of me?" Ron couldn't help but ask, and Molly blinked at him. "You can't accept one thing from me without crying in the streets?"

"Ashamed?" Molly asked slowly, and then she sniffled loudly. "I'm not ashamed of you…"

"Whatever," Ron shook his head. "Just finish up, and then we can be on our way."

"Why would you say that I'm ashamed of you?" Molly demanded a little too angrily.

Arthur had mentioned Ron bringing up Molly's rage-induced letter in their chat yesterday, and that had stuck with her despite her attempts to forget it. She had never meant those words, they had come out as a result of shock and anger. Why was Ron so hung up on a letter that she had sent well over two years ago?

"I don't want to fight," Ron said. "Let's just go back inside."

"No, you explain yourself right now," Molly puffed up. "Whatever you may think of me, I am still your mother. You owe me an explanation for what you just said. I have never given you reason to believe such a thing."

"What?" Ron frowned at her. "You've never given me reason to…" Ron stopped, and then he drew in a deep breath. "You really think that you've done nothing wrong?"

"I was upset with your Sorting, but I moved past it," Molly defended herself. "That letter wasn't me-"

"But it was you," Ron took a step forward. "I'm proud to be in Slytherin, mum, despite everything that's happened. Slytherin gave me the tools that I needed to succeed. I get that I'm not succeeding in the way that you envisioned, but guess what? I'm not your property. You don't get to choose what I do, or don't do."

"There you go again!" Molly snapped. "You can't say two things without disrespecting me!"

"And you're not disrespecting me?" Ron asked, making sure to control his volume. "You called me a humiliation… You broke my heart with that fucking letter, and then you just started pretending like you never sent it."

"You didn't say anything before…" Molly lost some of her own gusto.

"Why would I?" Ron asked. "Why would I say anything? That letter all but confirmed my worst fears… It scared me, and then, it turned me bitter. I felt all alone because of you… I mean, I got sorted into Slytherin!" Volume, Ron. "I was shocked myself, while the twins did nothing to hide their disgust. I was all alone, and then you sent that damn letter… I cried myself to sleep for over a week… Even now, two years after you sent it, I still think about it…"

Molly looked taken aback by that, and she swallowed thickly.

"I didn't mean those words," Molly muttered. "You have to know that."

"She didn't mean them, she says," Ron said to himself, and for a moment, he felt utterly wretched. "I've always felt unwanted, and unneeded, and that letter confirmed my feelings. You say that you didn't mean what you said, but you've never apologized. You've never taken responsibility for the worst thing that you've done to me. And yet, you constantly hound me for the smallest of disagreements. You take every chance you can to have a go at me, and for the life of me, I'm just about done with it."

"I understand that you're a proud woman," Ron stood his ground. "But that doesn't excuse you in my eyes…" Ron then chuckled like a lunatic, he was quickly losing control over his emotions. "The twins… They used to corner me… I just remembered… That's why that letter got to me…"

"Ron?" Molly blinked.

"Mummy cried because you were such an ugly baby," Ron remembered Fred's words, and Molly went slightly pale. "She should've thrown you away, we'd all be better off without you… All you do is cry, and bother everyone in the house…" I tattled on them for hiding Ginny's jewelry, and they were livid.

"Which one of them said that to you?" Molly asked in a horrified voice.

"What does it matter?" Ron spoke to himself, and then he eyed his mother. "I wish you had thrown me away." Molly went wide-eyed. "In a dumpster, that is." I'd have died, and someone else would be Fate's bitch. Someone else would have to deal with the Entity, and the Dark Lord, and all the cunts in-between.

Ron turned around and began to leave, if she wanted to follow him, then she was most welcome. I just want to get this done… The sooner this is behind me, the better. As Ron neared the end of the alleyway, he heard a rush of footsteps from behind him, but before he could turn around, Molly had latched onto his back with ungodly strength. Fuck! Ow!

"Mum…" Ron grit out, and she squeezed the air out of his lungs. I think she broke my ribs…

"Don't ever say that again!" Molly spoke into his back, while Ron wheezed for air. "Do you hear me?! Don't ever say that again! If you do, I'll… I'll beat some sense into your thick skull!"

"Mum, let go…" Ron tried to wiggle out of her hold, but she just tightened her grip. I can't even use force… Fuck, she's hurting me.

"I'm sorry for the letter, alright?!" Molly said, and Ron stilled immediately. She actually apologize? "Please, don't ever say that again. I'm so sorry! Please don't say such things!"

Ron just stood there, his ribs being crushed by his hysterical mother. It took her two years, but she finally apologized to me. An odd form of relief washed over him, and his heart felt significantly less burdened. Molly was still speaking into his back, but Ron was too occupied with his own thoughts to listen. Stop enjoying yourself, you moron. She's crying again. What would little Ronnie do? Ron grabbed his mother's hands, which were locked against his chest.

"I forgive you," Ron said, he had finally closed the door on that letter.

"You do?" Molly sniffled, and Ron nodded.

"I do," Ron replied. "Thank you, mum…"

Molly loosened her grip a little, and so Ron was able to turn and hug her into his chest. He couldn't explain why he felt so happy considering his mother's condition, but right now, he could almost imagine everything being alright. Should I apologize as well? I should… It'll go a long way, I can tell. Plus, if we start fixing things, they won't hinder me as much.

"I'm sorry too," Ron apologized, and his mother began squeezing him again. Ow… "I do love you… More than you'll ever know. I know it's hard to believe that after all of our fighting, but it's the truth."

"Really?" Molly asked, her voice was a mixture of joy and disbelief.

"Yes," Ron said truthfully. "I don't want to change this Family, mum, I just want to elevate it. I want to see you wear dresses that bring a smile to your face. I want to see you dance with dad in a Grand Hall. I want you all to enjoy a carefree life. And… I don't want anyone to look down on this Family."

"And what about you?" Molly asked. "You'll be there, right?" Not for long, I imagine.

"Of course… I'll always be there."

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Thirty Minutes Later

"I'll head back to Hogwarts from here," Ron said.

"Are you sure? Let me make you a sandwich at least," Molly offered, her eyes were still a bit puffy from crying.

"Sure," Ron agreed, he had decided to do whatever it took to capitalize on this opportunity to start reconciling with his parents. I've made progress with them today, and I should build on that without fail. Madam Pomfrey would be proud.

His father prepared the floo, while Mary use a different fireplace to floo back to the Manor. Ron was grateful for her help today, and he promised himself that he'd give her a dance tonight. I'll probably be terrible, but at least she will be amused by my attempts. Ron shot a quick look to his mother, and he saw her just staring at him.

"Mum, you're staring again," Ron stated, and she smiled weakly. I shouldn't have made that comment about throwing me away. It really got to her.

"We'll be alright," she said as she rubbed his back, though she was clearly talking to herself.

"Let's head home," Arthur said, and then he stepped through the fire with Molly.

Ron rubbed his face harshly, making progress was a difficult thing, especially after all this fighting. In a way, Ron was feeling overwhelmed at the prospect of putting in so much effort, but he knew that it was worth it. He didn't like being this bitter, and he knew for certain that no one around him liked it much either. Just keep fighting, Ron. It'll be over eventually.

Ron walked through the fire, and he found himself in an empty Living Room. No twins, thank the Gods. Ron made his way into the Kitchen, and he was surprised to see Pandora and Xeno sitting around the dining table.

"Hello," Ron gave them a smile, and they smiled back.

"Good afternoon, chap," Xeno greeted back, and Ron blinked at him. What did he just call me?

"Love, the word 'chap' does not suit you," Pandora chuckled, and both Ron and Arthur exchanged a look. It really doesn't.

"Nonsense," Xeno laughed. "It suits me just fine, Sirius said so himself." Of course… Classic Sirius.

"Taking vocabulary lessons from Sirius of all people…" Molly shook her head. "Ron, I won't be long. I'll make you a nice sandwich. We've got corned beef… You enjoy that, don't you?"

Pandora closed her eyes, while Ron watched his mother fly into action. Corned beef… The Universe can't help but finger my arse every now and then.

"I… Thank you," Ron said, deciding to appreciate her efforts instead of whining. It's the thought that counts, right? Isn't that the saying? "Pandora, Luna's dress came in last night."

"Oh, that's good," Pandora smiled her airy smile, she was glad that Ron wasn't making a fuss. "Thank you for looking after her, Ron. If left to her own devices, she'd wear something… different… from everyone else."

"I like her sense of fashion," Xeno said. Not surprised there.

"As do I," Arthur admitted. "It suits her."

"That may be true, but we must adapt to expectations sometimes," Pandora said, her sharp gaze moving around the room.

"Do you want the corners cut off?" Molly asked Ron.

"Corners are fine," Ron said, and then he looked to the Lovegoods. "Where are my brothers?"

"With Sirius," Xeno replied. "He's 'preparing' them for the Gala."

"Excuse me?" Molly looked to Xeno, and then she looked to Arthur with an annoyed look.

"I'll go fetch them," Arthur sighed. "Sirius Black, and his never ending quest to corrupt those around him…"

"Here, give this to Ron," Molly handed Arthur the packaged sandwich, and Arthur handed it to Ron on the way out.

"I'll head off too, then," Ron said, and his mother shot him another meaningful look. Yeah, I really shouldn't have made that comment. "I'll see you tonight."

"We're meeting at Greengrass Manor first," Molly called out after him. "Bring Harry with you."

"Understood," Ron said, and then he entered the Living Room.

His father was preparing the floo, and when he noticed Ron, he shot his son a smile.

"Good luck on your mission," Ron smiled a bit himself.

"I might even join them," Arthur chuckled. "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts." Huh? "You go first, son."

"Thanks," Ron said, and then he made his way over to the fireplace.

"I'll see you tonight," his father said as he patted Ron's back, which Ron thought was a bit forced. It's like he doesn't want me to leave.

"Bye, dad," Ron said, and then he stepped through the fire.

As soon as he entered the Headmaster's Office, he looked to Dumbledore's chair. He's still there. Ron smiled a little as he stared at a sleeping Albus Dumbledore, he didn't look so intimidating right now. He looks like any ordinary old man. Ron walked over to Dumbledore's side, and he lightly shook the man.

"Headmaster, wake up," Ron whispered, and Dumbledore's eyes opened slowly.

"Ronald? What time is it?" Dumbledore sat up, his eyes were no longer blood-shot.

"It's nearly five," Ron looked at his Rolex. "Would you like some tea?"

"Thank you, kind boy," Dumbledore said as he rubbed his face. He probably hasn't eaten since dinner last night.

"Here, eat this," Ron said as he handed over his own sandwich. "It'll give you some strength."

With that, Ron walked over to Dumbledore's tea set, and he began to make a cup of Earl Grey. Dumbledore rubbed his weary eyes, put on his half-moon spectacles, and then he went over his plans for the Order. As Ron finished pouring the tea, Dumbledore began eating the sandwich.

"Do you take sugar?" Ron asked.

"Four spoons," Dumbledore replied, and Ron shot him a confused look. Four?! "I've always had a sweet tooth, I'm afraid."

"Alright," Ron chuckled, and then he finished preparing two cups. No sugar for me, thanks be to Madam Roberts.

Ron took the two cups of tea over to Dumbledore, who was carefully studying the piece of parchment in front of him.

"Be careful, Headmaster, it's hot," Ron said, and Dumbledore smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, my boy," Dumbledore handed Ron half of the sandwich. "Please, sit with me. I wish to go over some plans that I made."

"Of course," Ron nodded, and then he took his usual seat.

"I have decided to bring Harry into the fold," Dumbledore said, and Ron nodded in agreement.

"Finally," Ron said. "Thank you, he really can't go around being blind anymore. Too much danger."

"Indeed," Dumbledore said, while Ron took a bite of his sandwich. A bit dry, but I've got tea to help with that. "Sirius will inform Harry about the Order during the Yule Break, and explain all that has transpired in the last two months. After that, Harry will be moved to the Burrow for safety. Arthur and Sirius will protect him, while Remus searches for any Werewolves who wish to fight alongside us."

"Is that why you put the Symbol of Protection by their names?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore smiled at him.

"I'm glad that you pay attention in class," Dumbledore said, and then he adorned a more serious look. "I know that things are strained between you two, but you must-"

"I will do what is needed, I swear," Ron assured the Headmaster. "Harry must be kept safe, and if the Dark Lord does come looking, he'll start with Sirius."

"My thoughts exactly," Dumbledore said. "Sirius will stay at the Burrow, of course, but I want you to keep an eye on Harry. Report back everything, even if it seems mundane."

"Understood," Ron gave a nod. "Does Remus have a partner for his mission?"

"Nymphadora Tonks, and Sturgis Podmore," Dumbledore replied. "Alastor is still recovering, but if he feels up to it, he may accompany them." Good, Mad-Eye will keep Remus safe. "Now… About Severus… He has agreed to speak to Madam Bones, and even give her some of his memories as proof. Once he is ready, he will let us know."

"That's big of him," Ron smiled a little. "What will he be doing for the Yule Break?"

"He wishes to return to Spinner's End with Draco," Dumbledore replied. "His mood is beginning to sour due to his confinement, and I fear that he will lash out at his caretakers very soon." That's a given.

"Will I be able to see him? Even for a few minutes?" Ron asked hopefully.

"I will arrange something," Dumbledore promised, and Ron felt relieved to hear that. "And speaking of Draco, he will not be attending tonight."

"I see," Ron said slowly. He can keep Tracey company. Oh wait… That's not a good idea. "Does he know that he's not attending?"

"He has been informed," Dumbledore replied. Strange, he made no mention of it. "How is he, by the way?"

"Quiet," Ron replied. "I've seen tears in his eyes a few times… He looks incredibly lonely, even."

"Perhaps I should have-"

"No doubts, Headmaster," Ron said, and Dumbledore nodded slowly. "We cannot second guess ourselves after every decision."

"You are right, of course," Dumbledore agreed. "Just keep your eyes on him, and make sure that he doesn't do anything to harm his person." Ron gave another nod. "Now, for tonight, I have a specific assignment for you."

"Ohhh, go on," Ron grinned. A secret mission? I'm in already.

"I want you to find a man named Horace Slughorn, and I want you to impress him," Dumbledore said, and Ron blinked at him.

"Huh?"

"Not very glamorous, I know, but it is essential," Dumbledore told him. "Horace was the Professor of Potions before Severus, and he was also the Head of Slytherin House. The Dark Lord, when he was still known as Tom Riddle Jnr, was quite taken with Horace. They were almost friends, and I believe that Horace may have key insight about the Dark Lord."

"What makes you think that?" Ron asked.

"Horace 'collected' students whom he deemed to be of note," Dumbledore replied. "Tom Riddle Jnr was one of his personal favorites, and during the last war, Horace was repeatedly approached by the Death-Eaters."

"Did he join them?" Ron asked.

"No, he most certainly did not," Dumbledore replied, and Ron felt happy to hear that. "I believe that Lord Voldemort wished to have his old mentor by his side, which was extremely odd behavior on his part. I believe that Lord Voldemort was trying to protect himself by recruiting Horace, who grew ever more frightened by Lord Voldemort's advances. I almost felt that he knew who the Dark Lord truly was, and it bothered him a great deal. Once the war was over, Horace abruptly resigned his post, and he left to 'travel the World'."

"Which is code for 'I'm hiding dark secrets'," Ron smirked.

"You must impress this man, Ronald," Dumbledore said. "And take Harry with you."

"What?" Ron asked.

"The Boy-Who-Lived is legend personified," Dumbledore said. "And your own reputation added to Harry's might tip the balance."

"How am I supposed to convince Harry into this?" Ron asked.

"You're a smart lad, you'll figure it out," Dumbledore smiled.

"Cock…" Ron muttered under his breath. "I'll try my best."

"I will, of course, be nearby should you need my aid," Dumbledore offered, and Ron gave him a nod. "Do you have anything to add?" I should ask about Priscilla now.

"I do, but it's not about the Gala," Ron said, and Dumbledore waited for him to go on. "Headmaster, do you remember Priscilla? The girl I mentioned when I told you about why I bought the Quibbler?"

"Vaguely," Dumbledore said. "You only mentioned her in passing."

"Well, she's a Squib," Ron started. "And an underage prostitute… Actually, she used to be an underage prostitute, but now she's out of Knockturn Alley."

"Good," Dumbledore said.

"Not quite," Ron said right after. "You see, she has a group of Squib children with her. She's like their big sister, or something. Anyway, I ran into her a few days back, and I offered to help her stay off of the streets. As you know, times are difficult right now, and the crime rate is steadily increasing."

"Where do I fit into this?" Dumbledore asked.

"I want to create a home for these kids," Ron sat up straighter. "A big home… Sort of like an orphanage, but governed by Priscilla herself. They don't want to split up, but they have little money and no one to watch over them. I would create this home myself, but I just don't have the means. I don't have the money, or the experience, needed to pull this off. I thought about going to my other allies, but Squibs are not seen as people by pretty much everyone."

"I understand," Dumbledore gave a nod. "You can count on me, dear boy."

"Really?" Ron smiled widely, he was ecstatic to hear those words. I knew he'd understand!

"Of course," Dumbledore smiled as well. "Each life is sacred, and these children will not survive the war without aid. I have the money needed, as well as the experience."

"I know that I'm making an unorthodox request, but thank you," Ron said genuinely. "I am meeting her tomorrow, and once I tell her that you have agreed to help, it will go a long way in earning her trust. Now we just need a location for said home, and everything will start falling into place."

"Leave that to me as well," Dumbledore said, he was quite proud of Ron's initiative. "We will create a hidden home for these children, and any others that we come across."

"You've just made my life so much easier," Ron couldn't help but laugh from relief. "I'll talk to her tomorrow, and maybe after everything is sorted, you can meet them too."

"I would like that," Dumbledore agreed. "But for the time being, my presence will only inspire unwanted attention."

"Yeah," Ron nodded fervently. "Thank you again, Headmaster. I won't forget this kindness, I promise."

---

Twenty Minutes Later

"Luna! Ginny!" Ron called out as he approached his sisters, who were currently sitting by the Black Lake with Luna's friends.

"Hello, Ron," Luna smiled airily, and Ron smiled back at her.

His eyes darted towards Ginny, who looked rather distant. Is she feeling guilty? I should talk to her, and hopefully, start fixing things between us.

"Can I talk to you two?" Ron asked, and then he gestured towards the two boxes in his hands.

"Are those our dresses for tonight?" Luna stood up, while Ginny seemed thoroughly put off. Odd.

"They are," Ron said, and Luna helped Ginny to her feet. "Let's talk over there, yeh?"

"Alright," Luna hummed, and she dragged Ginny with her. Alright, now I'm concerned. She doesn't look guilty at all. If anything, she seems to be angry. Does she believe the twins?

The three of them made their way down the shore, and when they were far from Luna's friends, Ron turned to face them.

"Alright, the top one is Luna's," Ron smiled as he handed Luna the box. "Ravenclaw Blue, with bronze ornaments."

"Thank you," Luna laughed as she peered into the box. "It's beautiful, Ron!"

"It's nothing compared to the witch wearing it," Ron gave her a wink, and she giggled like she always did whenever someone complimented her. Cute.

"Thank you," Luna thanked him again, and then she gave him a tight hug. "Daisy promised to do my hair for tonight as well! I'm so excited!"

"I'm glad," Ron said genuinely, and Luna let go of him. "And for Ginny-"

"Can I talk to you alone?" Ginny interrupted, and Luna looked between them.

"Sure," Ron nodded.

"I'll go show my friends the dress," Luna told Ron. "I'll see you at the Gathering, Ron."

"See you later, Luna," Ron said, and Luna skipped off to show her friends her new dress. "Now… Here's yours." Ron handed Ginny the box, but she didn't look inside. "It's a crimson-"

"I'm not stupid," Ginny stared at him, and Ron blinked.

"Pardon?"

"I'm not stupid like you think I am," Ginny said coldly, her face expressionless.

"I don't think that-"

"You set the twins up," Ginny said with perfect certainty. Shite… "I know you did."

"Ginny, I did nothing of the sort," Ron denied.

"I've seen the twins be defensive before, but never like this," Ginny said. "I know my brothers, Ron. Everyone else is certain of their guilt, but I could see their innocence written on their faces. It took me all night, but I'm certain that they were telling the truth. The twins save money like Nifflers, and yet, you convinced people that they were throwing a party to celebrate Snape's absence." Fuck me dead.

"Ginny, how would I even-"

"Just shut up," Ginny spat out, and Ron was quite taken aback. "You put on an act in order to convince even me of the twins' 'guilt'. Hermione feels utterly wretched for not stepping in sooner, and both Harry and Neville also feel terrible for not stopping the twins. You see, unlike you, they actually care about the twins."

"Careful," Ron warned.

"Or what?" Ginny asked. "You'll grab me by the throat as well? I bet you felt so powerful when you hurt Fred… All the snakes cheering you on, while your friends aimed their wands about."

"Fred attacked me first," Ron reminded her.

"You deserved it," Ginny said, and then she tossed the box on the ground. "You're scum, Ron. Keep your dress, I'll wear something that mum got me instead."

"Ginny…" Ron looked down at the discarded box, his heart clenching painfully. "I got that for you… I don't even have enough money for myself, but I still got you-"

"You betrayed your own kin for Slytherin," Ginny said with utter disgust.

"It's more complicated than that-"

"Not to me," Ginny hissed. "Don't worry, I won't tell the Professors. I tried to tell the Trio, but even they didn't believe me. Hermione defends you like you're some Messiah, after all. I don't know why they even like you, because I certainly don't. Not anymore."

"You don't mean that…" Ron managed, and then he took a step forward. "Gin, just hear me-"

Ginny pulled her right hand back, and she slapped Ron with as much strength as she could muster. The sound echoed through the air, and Ron lost his balance for a moment. He was honestly dazed, and it wasn't until his left cheek started burning that he realized what had just happened.

"That's for Fred," Ginny grit out, her eyes were becoming watery. "Go back to your Dungeon, and stay away from us. You are scum, and a fucking traitor. You got Fred and George suspended, ruined years of their hard work, and you grinned from ear to ear as you hurt your own brother. You ruined their plans for their business! A Weasley would never do that, which suits you just fine, I bet!"

Ginny kicked the box, and the crimson dress flopped out of its container. Ron just stared at her as she turned around and marched off, his left touching his burning cheek. She hit me… He didn't know what to do right now… Ronald Weasley had no idea on how to react, which only jarred him further. In the deepest part of his stomach, Ron could feel his rage bubbling. For a shameful moment, Ron felt the urge to chase her down and beat her bloody. No… We could never do that. We'd sooner drown ourselves.

He looked towards Luna's friends, all of whom were gushing over Luna's new dress. As if in a trance, Ron looked at Ginny's discarded dress, it was caked with wet sand, and that hurt Ron deeply for some reason. Like a confused toddler, Ron sat down in order to clean the dress up as best as he could. It won't come off… It's all dirty now… He carefully packed the dress back inside the box, and then he found himself walking towards the castle.

His face was hurting. It was really bloody hurting.

He was so stupid. When had he ever managed to have his cake and eat it too? Never. The other shoe always dropped, and Ron had forgotten that basic lesson. Only in a dream World could I humiliate the twins, and mend bridges with Ginny at the same time. Things don't work like that, right? You can be the smartest man alive, but there will always be unknown variables. Ginny's not stupid, and she knows the twins better than most. Of course she figured it all out. I underestimated her, and she earned the right to slap me.

Ron found himself walking through the common room, and people were giving him odd looks. He ignored them, his fingers tightening around the box. When did I give the password for the common room? Ron shook his head in order to clear it, but that didn't help whatsoever. If anything, it hurt his face even more. Man up… It was just a slap… His vision blurred a bit, but he kept his composure. Ginny had actually hit him. The twins, Charlie, and now Ginny. Only Bill and Percy to go, eh, Ron?

Ron entered his room quietly, and he spotted Theo gelling his hair in front of a mirror. As usual, he looked far too pleased with his own reflection. As Ron stepped further into the room, Theo turned around with a smirk.

"How do I look?" Theo asked.

"You look good…" Ron replied, though he hadn't really looked Theo over.

"At least have a look-" Theo stopped abruptly, his smirk disappearing. "Who did that to you?"

"Pardon?"

"There is a handprint on your face," Theo walked up to Ron with a hurried pace. "Fucking hell… Ron, some of the skin broke… There's a smudge of blood to boot. Who did that to you?"

"I did," Ron handed Theo the box, who just blinked at him. "You can give this to a pretty girl as a gift, if you want. It shouldn't go to waste."

Ron went to leave for his trunk, but Theo grabbed his arm, effectively stopping him.

"Not good enough," Theo frowned. "You tell me who fucking hit you, and I'll sort that shite out."

"Just leave it," Ron pulled his arm free. "I'm going to go take a shower…"

"Sit down," Theo ushered Ron to his bed, and Ron did as he was told. "Let me at least heal that… Fuck me, they have an arm on them, I'll say that much." She's a Quidditch Star in the making, so it makes sense.

"Where are Blaise and Malfoy?" Ron asked, while Theo began using Episkey to heal Ron's face. Oh, that's nice. That feels really nice.

"Malfoy was acting off, and when we asked him why he wasn't getting ready, he stormed off," Theo sighed. "He looked… upset. Anyway… Blaise went looking for him. Now, answer my question. Who did this to you?"

Ron didn't say anything, and so Theo opened the box in order to have a look.

"That little tart…" Theo grit out, and Ron suddenly felt a rush of energy.

"Mind your tongue," Ron frowned at Theo.

"Fuck that," Theo glared at the dress. "What is this? Sand? What happened, Ron?"

"Leave it," Ron sent the box flying with an angry swipe. "I don't care… Just fucking leave it."

"She hit you? Why? Because you got her a dress?" Theo demanded, he had half a mind to go tell Tracey right now.

Ron said nothing, but his face contorted painfully. No, don't fucking cry. Don't be a bitch!

"Hey…" Theo sat down by Ron's side, his arm wrapping around Ron's shoulders. "No, don't do that… I'll leave it. I'm sorry for prying, alright? Don't cry…"

"I'm not," Ron rubbed his face harshly. "Get me a Calming Draught… Just a couple of drops to help me refocus." I lost this one, but I can't lose at this Gala. I have to do better.

"Just a couple?" Theo made sure, and Ron nodded. "Good. I'll hold you to that."

At that, Theo quickly pulled out a vial of Calming Draught from his dress robes.

"You're carrying one?" Ron sniffled.

"Daphne's orders," Theo smiled gently. "Here."

"Thanks…" Ron muttered, and then he took the vial.

He had a quick sip, and he could feel Theo's eyes on the vial. Staying true to his words, Ron handed the vial back with most of its content still inside. A cool feeling began emanating from his stomach, and Ron felt himself become slightly numb. Focus on the Gala. I need to make a good impression. I can think about Ginny after.

"Better?" Theo rubbed his back, which Ron thought was very unlike him. He's trying to comfort me. I should show him my appreciation.

"Thank you," Ron sat up straighter. "I do feel better." Ron then looked to Theo. "Not a word about this to anyone, Theo. The girls will retaliate against Ginny, especially Tracey."

"She deserves-"

"Promise me," Ron said, and Theo let out a tired sigh.

"I promise," Theo agreed reluctantly.

"Thank you, brother," Ron said, and then he kissed the side of Theo's head. That hair product smells nice.

"Whatever… You're being far too lenient with her," Theo voiced his discontent, while Ron stood up.

"I'll take a shower and get ready," Ron said, while Theo pocketed the vial.

"You've got around forty minutes," Theo stood up. "I'll let it slide this time, but only because I don't want to anger people before this Gala… But if she ever hits you again, Tracey can have her."

Ron gave a slow nod, while Theo walked over to the dress. He dusted it, and then he packed it back inside the box.

"Keep it," Ron said a little too coldly. "Give it to some girl who strikes your fancy."

"A dress like this would at least get me a good tugging," Theo joked, but Ron didn't smile. Yes, I'm sure.

"I'll see you when I'm ready," Ron walked off towards the bathroom.

"Yeesh…" Theo muttered under his breath, but Ron still heard him.

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Saturday 28th November, 1993 (Slytherin Common Room – Evening)

"I love that suit, but why not wear dress robes?" Blaise asked, he was eyeing Ron's full black suit with approval.

"I prefer suits," Ron replied as he centered his silver slim tie, the shower had dampened the Potion's effects a little. "Robes are too… loose." Plus, suits highlight my physique, and I really like that. I feel more confident wearing this sort of attire.

"They're meant to be comfortable," Theo explained.

"To each their own, I guess," Blaise shrugged, and then he looked around. "Honestly, where are the girls? People are getting ready to be on their way."

Those who were counted amongst the Sacred Twenty Eight were all waiting within the common room, and Ron was quite pleased to see how excited everyone was. Once my position is announced at the Gala, my name will hold even more power within Slytherin.

Ron looked at his fellow Gala attendees, and he made sure to note them all. The Carrow twins. Johnathan Fawley. Astoria Greengrass. Lysandra Yaxley. Samantha Selwyn. Marcus Flint. Blaise is the only one attending from Slytherin who isn't a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight, but his mother is a 'personal' friend of the Minister. That woman has fingers in all the proper arseholes.

"There they are," Blaise said, and the boys looked to see the girls enter the common room.

Ron's lips perked up at the sight of Daphne, who was wearing the emerald strapless dress with a white fur stole wrap. Look at her! She looks amazing! Ron stood up straighter without even thinking about it, his eyes fixed on no one but Daphne.

"Look at you four," Theo smiled genuinely for a change, while the girls smiled back. "Aphrodite would claw her eyes out in jealousy."

"Stop it, you," Pansy giggled, and then she did a twirl for the boys. A short, pink, sleeveless dress, and it's also quite low cut. Not surprised at all, she looks great.

"You said four, Theo," Tracey said, she was wearing casual clothes. "I'm not wearing anything out of the ordinary."

"Which is a testament to your beauty, no?" Theo gave her a wink, and Tracey snorted.

"What about you two?" Pansy asked Ron and Blaise. "How do we look?"

Ron and Blaise eyed the girls, and Ron noticed that Millie was wearing a grey, formfitting dress which fully covered her physique. She looks… firmer… But not bigger. She's becoming stronger every day. Good. I'm so proud, I could sing a limerick.

"You all look good," Blaise shrugged. "Very pretty."

"Extremely pretty," Ron smiled at Daphne, who held back her smile.

Pansy just stared at the boys with a dull look, and then she shook her head. Right after that, she took Theo's arm and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"You're my date for the night," Pansy said, and Theo sniggered.

"I lucked out then, didn't I?" Theo asked, and Pansy nodded in approval.

"We should get going," Millie said, her eyes following the Slytherins out. "Where's Malfoy?"

"Not attending," Ron said, taking the girls by surprise. "He's feeling unwell. Tracey, take care of him for us."

"The night gets worse," Tracey gave a miserable look. "Fine… I might take care of him, if he behaves." Trust me, he's quite docile right now.

"Let's go," Daphne walked up and took Ron's arm, and then she gave Tracey a small wave. She smells nice.

"Enjoy your night," Tracey waved them off, and they followed the other Slytherins out.

"About Tracey-" Ron started.

"I did invite her," Daphne assured him. "But she can be stubborn about these things. Truth be told, the only reason why she's not attending is because her parents refused to attend. Mr. Davies was sent an invitation because he donated five hundred Galleons, and because he is my father's friend, but he really doesn't care much for the Sacred Twenty Eight." Why would he? They locked him away for marrying the woman he loved.

"That's fair enough," Ron said, and then he gave her a nervous smile. "I really do think that you look amazing… I'm not as eloquent as Theo, but I'm really glad that you're my date tonight."

"Theo's always been an arse-kisser," Daphne giggled, and then she kissed his right cheek. "Thank you, Ron."

"You said arse," Ron sniggered childishly.

"I did, didn't I?" Daphne smirked. "How scandalous!"

"Let the 'Weasley corruption' take over," Ron said ominously, making her giggle again.

"Speaking of Weasley corruption," Daphne said.

"Nice transition," Ron complimented.

"Thank you," Daphne smiled. "Did you give your sisters their dresses?"

Ron stomach tightened a bit, but the Potion's weakened effect kept him in check. Deal with Ginny after, Ron. Right now, just stay focused on the task at hand.

"I did," Ron replied. "Luna loves her dress, but Ginny returned hers."

"Excuse me?" Daphne blinked. "She 'returned' it?"

"Um… She didn't feel comfortable with it," Ron replied. "We Weasleys are not used to sophistication…" Now that was just pathetic, Ron.

"And what's the real reason?" Daphne asked with an annoyed look.

"Please, don't give me that look," Ron sighed. "Look, she's not happy with me. She caught onto the fact that I set the twins up, and she refused to accept my gift, which is in her rights." Though I do wish that she didn't slap me. It's still hard to believe that she did that.

"Brat," Daphne said coldly. "A complete, annoying brat."

"What did I ever do to you?" Ron asked.

"I meant her, you dolt," Daphne looked at him like he was an idiot, but Ron just smiled at her. "Oh… Fine, Ron… I'll leave it. Tonight is your night, and we won't let Ginevra Weasley ruin it."

"Thanks," Ron gave a grateful nod, and then he eyed the fur covering her shoulders.

"It's Yeti fur," Daphne told him. "Feel it, it's quite soft."

Ron ran his left hand through the fur, and he had to admit, it was indeed quite soft. She smells so bloody good tonight. Is that a new perfume?

"When was the last time we snogged?" Ron whispered, and Daphne let out a chuckle.

"So romantic, Ron," Daphne shook her head.

"I'm serious," Ron smiled. "It's been ages, Daph. I miss being alone with you."

"If this Gala is like any other Pure-Blood Party, we'll definitely sneak off at some point," Daphne promised in a whisper, and then she blew air on his ear.

Ron shivered a little, and his smile widened into a grin. Awesome! This is exactly why I should forget about Ginny for tonight. I'll make new allies, steal the show, and enjoy Daphne's company. Plus, mum and dad will be showing me their support for a change, which is a major win.

As they neared the Headmaster's Office, Ron saw students from the other houses, all of whom were wearing colorful robes, make their way past the Stone Gargoyle. I bet the Office is getting packed. This is exciting.

"Your father wanted you to stay by my side for the night," Ron whispered to Daphne.

"I figured as much," Daphne whispered back. "He no doubt wants to make a show of our Families' alliance."

"Oh, and here I thought that he was finally on board with us dating," Ron 'gasped'.

"Who cares what he thinks, right?" Daphne smiled at him, and Ron was a little surprised. "What? It's what you said."

"I know," Ron nodded. "I just… didn't expect you to take it to heart." Rebellious Daphne strikes again. Merlin, I hope she makes a reappearance later tonight.

They all made their way up the spiral staircase, and then they entered the open Office. Ron immediately spotted Dumbledore sitting behind his desk in flashy purple and gold robes, a happy smile on his face as he looked over his excited students. Remus stood by the steps in his usual attire, and he seemed to be checking students off as they entered the Office.

"Headmaster, that's everyone," Remus said as he finished counting the Slytherins.

"Excellent," Dumbledore stood up, and then he walked over to Remus' side. "You all look splendid!" The students stopped chattering, and they looked to the Headmaster. "Now, this Gala is a party first and foremost, so please enjoy yourselves. However, I expect you all to behave responsibly as you are also students of Hogwarts. Remus, if you will do the honors."

"When I call your name, please come to the fireplace," Remus smiled at the students, and then he walked over fireplace. "Your parents have told us where to send you all. Hannah Abbot, please come forward."

Ron looked around the Office, and much to his surprise, he spotted Cedric Diggory having a chat with Ernie Macmillan. What's he doing here? The Diggory Family is not a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight. Merlin, look at him. He's glorious. I could cut glass on that jawline.

"Ron, stop ogling him," Daphne said, her voice filled with mirth.

"I'm not ogling," Ron denied. "I was just wondering why he's here."

"Amos Diggory, his father, is friends with a lot of Ministry Officials," Daphne told Ron. "I'm not surprised that he's here, his father was no doubt invited by the Minister himself."

"We should talk to him tonight, then," Ron said.

"If we do, congratulate him on his win today," Daphne said. "He outflew the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, who were winning until he caught the Snitch." Hufflepuff won? Good, that works for us. Ravenclaw is still second, and we need to keep them there.

"Look at us," Ron smirked. "Scheming and shite."

"I love it," Daphne gave him a smitten smile.

"Ron," came Luna's voice, and Ron looked to his right. Woah!

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Ron grinned, and Luna giggled.

"Luna, you look beautiful," Daphne eyed the girl.

"Thank you," Luna looked down at her dress, her bronze ornaments clinking like chimes. "You look beautiful as well, Daphne. I love your fur coat. Is it Yeti?"

"It is indeed," Daphne smiled. "You have a sharp eye."

"Did the Yeti donate his fur?" Luna asked. Ha! Like hell he did.

"Of course," Daphne replied.

"Good," Luna smiled, and then she looked to Ron. "I'm sorry that Ginny returned your dress, Ron. She said that it didn't suit her." Oh, is that what she said?

"What is she wearing?" Ron asked as he looked around, and he spotted her speaking with Harry and Neville.

Their eyes met, and she looked away with a revolted look. Ron couldn't help but feel a little disheartened, but he didn't show it. At least that dress is… passable. I'm not even surprised by that, mum always did get Ginny the best clothes out of us all.

"That is one hideous dress," Daphne eyed Ginny. "Who wears a large bow on their back nowadays?"

"Ease up there," Ron said. "She's still my sister." And she has a mean swing.

"No Granger?" Daphne cocked an eyebrow at Neville and Harry.

"She's a Muggle-Born," Luna stated.

"True, but if Harry Potter invited her as his date, she'd be more than welcome," Daphne said.

"I don't Harry thinks like that," Luna hummed. Even if he did, Hermione wouldn't come to such an event. She's not particularly fond of Pure-Blood Families, and she has valid reasons thanks to the pricks who mock her for being born.

"Lu!" came Pansy's voice, and Luna was seized by a handsy Pansy. "Look at you! I could eat you up!"

"Please don't," Luna smiled at her, making Pansy blink.

"I didn't mean literally, Lu," Pansy said, while Ron bit back a laugh. Luna-ed.

"Oh, alright then," Luna nodded. "You look very sexy, Pansy."

"Pardon?" Ron and Daphne blinked, while Pansy nodded in approval. This witch…

"Pansy, stop teaching her your filth," Ron frowned, while Daphne just stared at Pansy.

"Filth?" Pansy smirked. "Lu, your brother can charm the panties off of most witches, but he can't give a genuine compliment to save his life."

"That's true," Daphne nodded, while Ron turned his frown in her direction. "What?"

"Some teamwork? Please?" Ron requested.

"Bad Pansy," Daphne 'scolded'. "No more of that." Betrayed.

"Consider me scolded," Pansy kissed Luna's cheek, who squealed a little.

"Theo, control your date," Ron looked to Theo, who was having a chat with Blaise and Millie.

"I have him wrapped around my finger already," Pansy shot a wink at Ron.

"Pansy Parkinson," Remus called, and Ron smirked at Pansy.

"Bye, bitch," Ron said, and Pansy blew him a kiss before walking off.

One by one, the Office became more and more empty of people. Ron spent his time talking to Daphne and Luna, until eventually, there were only seven people left. I guess we're all going to Greengrass Manor together. Ron looked at Daphne, Percy, Luna, Ginny, Astoria, and Harry, all of whom were waiting for their names to be called, and then he looked to Dumbledore.

"The last group," Dumbledore smiled at them. "You will all be going to Greengrass Manor, where you will meet your parents."

"Greengrass Manor?" Harry spoke up. "Shouldn't I be going to…" he stopped.

Harry looked visibly confused for a moment, and then he just stared at Dumbledore. He can't remember Grimmauld Place because of the Fidelius Charm. That's kind of sad, why hasn't Dumbledore told him of Grimmauld Place? I swear, the old man shelters Harry a bit too much for my liking.

"Sirius is waiting at Greengrass Manor for you, Harry," Dumbledore assured him. "Now, off with you. And remember, I expect responsible behavior from you all."

Dumbledore finished as his eyes landed on Ron, where they lingered for a short while. What the fuck? I'm responsible… Sometimes. Once or twice. Alright, I admit it. I fuck up a lot. Remus turned the floo on, and then he gestured them over.

"I'll see you there," Ron said, and Daphne gave him a nod before joining her sister.

One by one, people went through the floo. Ron was the second last to leave, while Harry was the last because Remus had taken it upon himself to fix Harry's poorly tied tie. As Ron walked into Greengrass Manor's Greeting Room, he spotted his mother talking to Ginny with a confused expression. Mum and dad are wearing the robes that I bought for them. Awesome!

"Dad," Ron greeted his father with a smile, who was talking with Sirius in hushed whispers.

"Ron," Arthur looked to his son. "Can you give me a minute-"

"Kid," Sirius laughed, and he patted Ron's back rather harshly. Ow! Cunt!

"Sirius, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked, and then he noticed that his eyes looked a bit glassy. "Is he… drunk?"

"Guilty as charged," Sirius grinned. "Where's my Godson? I haven't kissed his head in a while."

"Oh, shite," Ron mumbled, while Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is he going to think when he sees you like this, Sirius?" Arthur asked.

"He won't care," Sirius shrugged. "James always said that I'm great company when I'm tipsy."

"He's not-" Arthur started, but then he stopped. "Just go wash your mouth, at least. I can smell the Firewhiskey on you."

"Harry!" Sirius beamed, completely ignoring Arthur.

"Sirius!" Harry beamed back, and Ron stepped out of the way as the two of them embraced.

Staying true to his words, Sirius kissed the top of Harry's head with a loud smack.

"Ew… Why?" Harry pulled back, while Sirius just sniggered.

"I see that Gryffindor Tower is devoid of combs," Sirius looked at Harry's unruly hair.

"Sirius… Are you alright?" Harry looked Sirius over, while Ron slowly slunk away from the conversation. Too awkward for my liking.

"Ron, come here for a second," Molly beckoned him, while Ginny glared at him from her mother's side. Out of the frying pan, and into Hell itself.

"Mum, you look divine," Ron smiled as he approached them, but Molly wasn't amused.

"Ginny is saying that you put that barrel of alcohol in the twins' room," Molly said, and Ron acted surprised. She even tattled on me…? And I just started fixing things with mum to boot.

"This again?" Ron sighed out. "Ginny, stop spreading that tripe around…"

"Ron," Molly said sternly.

"Mum, how would I even get into Gryffindor Tower?" Ron asked, and Molly looked to Ginny.

"I don't know how, but he did," Ginny said coldly.

"Solid," Ron looked to his mother, who just let out a sigh.

"Ginny, stop it," Molly said, and Ginny looked genuinely shocked. She took my side? "You don't have any proof, and I believe Ron. How would he get into Gryffindor Tower?"

"He bribed someone," Ginny grasped at straws.

"Enough," Molly said. "I want you both to be on your best behavior tonight. Especially you, Ginny. Don't ruin your brother's night."

"Fine," Ginny eyeballed her mother, who immediately puffed up. Oh shite, mum's never shut Ginny down like this. And this is how Ginny responds immediately after?

"Mum, we're in someone else's home," Ron said, his eyes darting towards the Greengrasses.

"We will speak later, Ginevra Weasley," Molly said, and Ginny walked off to join Arthur. "That girl… Why is she wearing that dress? I thought you bought her a forty Galleon dress." Please don't remind me.

"I did, but she tossed it away," Ron sighed out.

"Tossed it?" Molly looked flabbergasted.

"She's convinced that I set the twins up, and I have no idea why," Ron protected himself. "I mean, I asked them to stop attacking the Slytherins, but that's it. They refused me." Wait a second, someone is missing. "Where are Bill, Charlie, and Kirsten?"

"Your oaf brother, Charlie, stepped on poor Kirsten's dress, and it tore at the bottom," Molly replied. "Pandora is fixing it for her, so they'll join us at the Minister's home."

"Mum, you look very nice tonight," Percy walked over to them, and Molly let out a happy noise.

"Look at you two," Molly clapped her hands. Um… Wasn't she just annoyed? "My handsome boys!"

"Mum…" Percy looked a little embarrassed at being called a boy, while Ron centered his tie. A compliment is a compliment.

"Oh, it almost slipped my mind," Molly suddenly spoke to herself. "Your Great-Aunt Muriel is attending this Gala as well." FUCK!

Percy and Ron exchanged panicked looks, how did they not see this coming? She's a damn Prewett, who are a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight! Fuck my arse with a Troll cudgel!

"Don't be like that," Molly tutted them. "She's Family."

"She's a demon-spawn," Ron muttered, and Percy nodded his agreement.

"Ron," Molly warned, and Ron raised his hands in surrender.

"If she insults me, I'll be very upset," Ron said. Just because she's a fossil doesn't mean that I won't smack the shite out of her.

"She called me an unmanly ponce the last time I met her," Percy fixed his glasses into place.

"She doesn't mean those things," Molly said. "Sometimes…"

"Is everyone ready to go?" Lord Greengrass looked around, and Molly called Luna over to her side. "Mary has opened the floo, so please, let's be on our way."

The Weasleys, and Luna, quickly found each other, while the Greengrasses joined their side. Sirius and Harry were the first to go through, followed by Arthur, Ginny, Molly, and Luna.

"Daphne, go in with Ron," Lord Greengrass ordered, and Daphne took Ron's right arm. He's left his cane behind, I see. Probably doesn't want to worry his daughters.

"Percy," Ron gestured to the fire, and Percy stepped through. "Let's go, Daph."

"Keep your back straight," Daphne reminded, and Ron did as he was told.

They stepped through the fire, and found themselves in the Minister's Greeting Room. The first thing Ron noticed were the ungodly amount of balloons, followed by Enchanted Snowflakes that never made it to the floor. Ron almost got the feeling that this was a Christmas Party of sorts, especially when he saw the red and green ornaments hanging from the walls.

"Thank Merlin, people are making their way inside already," Daphne put on a half-smile. "The wait is always the worst part about these parties." I know, I remember my victory Gala in France. I spent two hours greeting guests.

"Ahem," came a cough from behind them, and Ron and Daphne looked behind them.

"Ron, you haven't complimented me yet," Tori smiled, clearly showing off her yellow and black dress. It's cute, and it suits her.

"You look like a Hufflepuff," Ron grinned, and Tori lost her smile.

"Ron," Lord Greengrass frowned a little. "Behave yourself."

"It was a compliment," Ron turned his grin to his mentor. "I happen to like the Hufflepuffs, they're my second favorite House."

"It's true, father," Daphne said. "Ron spends a lot of time tutoring the Hufflepuff first years."

"Look at that, husband, she's already joining in on his lies," Mary smiled at her husband, while Daphne looked ahead again. But I wasn't lying. I actually do like the Hufflepuffs, they're usually very kind.

"Tori, you looked perfect, I mean it," Ron shot her a wink, and she smirked smugly. Wow.

"Arthur, let's start moving in," Lord Greengrass said, his left leg was starting to ache already. "Please."

"Oh… Yeah, c'mon kids," Arthur began moving the herd, and everyone followed.

Sirius was dragged off by Harry in an effort to find Neville, or at least that's what Ron hoped. Harry probably took him to a restroom to freshen up. Bloody hell, Sirius… Arriving drunk is just- Ron spotted Bill, Charlie, and Kirsten waiting for the Weasley, and Arthur waved at them.

"Is that…?" Ginny started, and then she squealed in excitement. "Percy, there's Bill and Charlie!"

"They're home," Percy smiled at his parents, who smiled back at him.

Both Percy and Ginny quickly moved ahead of the pack in order to greet their long absent brothers, while Ron kept moving at his slow pace.

"You knew they were back?" Daphne asked, and Ron gave her a nod.

"Come, I'll introduce you," Ron said.

"Which one is Charlie? The one who called our kissing 'bumping lips'," Daphne whispered, and Ron gave her a sorry smile. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I just want to know what he looks like. After all, he attacked you, didn't he?" What's with that crazy glint in her eyes?

"Daph, don't," Ron said, and she drew in a slow breath. "I've moved on, and so has he. Let's forget it."

"We never forget, Ron," Daphne told him. "We may forgive, but we never forget." And they call us Weasleys stubborn.

As Ron and Daphne approached Ron's siblings, who were excitedly talking to each other, Bill smiled at the both of them.

"Oh, he's handsome," Daphne whispered, and Ron felt a pang of jealousy. He's wearing a stupid earing… Handsome, she says.

"Bill, Charlie, Kirsten," Ron greeted them, his eyes lingering on Kirsten in her purple ballroom gown. She pulls it off. That's good. "This is Daphne Greengrass, my better half."

Ginny rolled her eyes, but no one noticed her.

"Daphne, these are my older brothers; Bill and Charlie," Ron introduced, and Daphne put her left hand forward.

"Nice to meet you," Charlie beamed as he shook her hand, much to Daphne's surprise. Don't bloody laugh, Ron. Charlie did that on purpose, and you know it. "I've heard so much about you."

"A pleasure to meet you, Charlie," Daphne 'smiled' at him, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"And this beautiful Dragon Tamer is Kirsten Domitor," Ron introduced. "She is Charlie's girlfriend. I invited her here because we are old friends." And smuggle buddies.

"Domitor… That is a Romanian Wizarding name," Daphne smiled properly.

"It is," Kirsten couldn't help but smile back. "You have an ear for this sort of thing?"

"I do," Daphne replied, and then she looked to Bill. Don't ogle my brother, woman! I'm right here! "You must be Bill, then. Is that short for William?"

"It is, but you can just call me Bill," Bill kissed her hand, and Daphne's smile widened. I will kill everyone in this building, and then myself! Stop it! "Ron tells me that he's head over heels for you, and I can see why. You are very beautiful." This motherfucker!

"I feel the same way about him," Daphne tightened her hold on Ron's arm, which immediately made him feel better. Yeah, she's mine. Suck a cock, you handsome prick. Wait… She's way too young for him, and they're just being friendly. What's wrong with me?

"My word, is that little Luna?" Charlie smiled at Luna, who waved at him shyly. "You look lovely."

She'd never admit it, but she had a small crush on Charlie because of how nice he was to her the last time they had met. He had included her in everything, and even let her catch him in a game of tag.

"Thanks, Charlie," Luna smiled more fully, making sure to lose her airy demeanor. What an odd smile. "I'm happy that you're back. Oh, and you look very handsome."

Ginny and Ron cocked an eyebrow at Luna, while the others were completely oblivious.

"Kids, we're moving up," Arthur called.

"Kids…" Percy shot Bill and Charlie a bored look, but Bill just smiled and patted Percy's back.

"Tell me about your tenure as the Head Boy, Perce," Bill put his arm around Percy's shoulders.

They all began moving in an orderly fashion, and Ron couldn't help but notice eyes lingering on them. I see the Parkinson, the Fawleys, the Selwyns, the Macmillans, the Carrows-

"Ignore them, Ron," Daphne whispered. "If you stare back at them, you'll only validate their reasons for staring at you all."

"Some of them look surprised to see us," Ron whispered back.

"Can you blame them?" Daphne asked. "Weasleys are notorious for their disdain of the Sacred Twenty Eight title."

"Plus, our financial situation is frowned upon," Ron added, and then he drew in a deep breath. Buckle up, bitches, Ronald Weasley is going to steal the spotlight at this Pure-Blood Party.

"You're giving a lot more than they are," Daphne smirked. "Trust me, after your efforts are announced, they'll all be jealous."

"I know that most lads here are already jealous of me," Ron smiled at Daphne, who smiled back. "I mean, I look dashing in this suit, don't I?"

"I hope someone stabs you," Daphne looked ahead with a bored look, while Ron patted his own back. Got her.

As they waited to be let into the Ballroom, a thought occurred to Ron. Does being a Minister pay this much? How could Fudge afford this mansion? I mean, he doesn't come from a wealthy Family.

"Daph, is this really the Minister's home?" Ron asked.

"It is," Daphne replied, and Ron looked around the decorated Greeting Room. "Minister Fudge has done well for himself, hasn't he?"

"Quite well," Ron agreed.

"Bribes, lining your own pockets, and selling out to the Daily Prophet has its benefits," Daphne whispered. "Minister Fudge even had the gall to award himself an Order of Merlin: First Class for his work as Minister back in 1991. It sparked a lot of controversy, actually, and even the Old Families felt vexed by such arrogance." Daphne's eyes then lit up. "Maybe you'll be given an Order of Merlin: Second Class, Ron…"

"Pardon?" Ron chuckled. "What for?"

"You're eligible for it, trust me," Daphne said excitedly. "It's awarded for 'Achievement, or endeavor, beyond the Ordinary'. What you've accomplished here, bringing in the French Families to aid our country in our time of need, is quite extraordinary, especially considering your age. You should apply for it! Actually, I'll apply for you tomorrow! This is very exciting, isn't it?!"

"Daph, slow down a bit," Ron couldn't help but blush a little. "I didn't do much… Madame Maxime brought the Families-"

"Because you convinced her to," Daphne reminded him. "Just let me apply for you, please?"

"Apply?" Ron asked. "Isn't it awarded randomly? You know, sort of like on merit?"

"Awarded randomly?" Daphne giggled. "You're so cute and naïve, Ronald."

"Ahem," Ron 'cleared' his throat.

"You apply for it, and the Wizengamot deliberate on the matter," Daphne told him, and then she looked around to make sure that no one was listening in. "Arcturus Black was given an Order of Merlin: First Class for his 'bravery', but everyone knows that he just gave the Ministry a lot of Gold. Gilderoy Lockhart, may he rot, was given an Order of Merlin: Third Class for his many entertaining contributions to Wizarding Kind, but it was revoked after the truth of his character came out. Do you see where I'm going with this?" Lockhart was a bastard?

"It's rigged?" Ron frowned a little. Is everything in the Ministry corrupt?

"Not rigged exactly, but you deserve it more than the people that I just mentioned," Daphne whispered. "I'm applying for you, it's already decided. All you need is half the votes of the Wizengamot, and you'll be given the award."

"Daph…" Ron sighed out.

"No, Ron," Daphne smiled to herself. "This is happening, and you definitely stand a chance at getting it. Oh, and we won't tell anyone, of course, just in case you don't get it. How positively thrilling!" Trust me, I won't be getting it. "Wait… Isn't the Headmaster the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot? He is! I can give him the application in person, and everyone knows that he favors you! Ron, this is great!"

"Good Lord…" Ron swallowed thickly, he was suddenly feeling very anxious. "If you really are doing this, then can you also mention Madame Maxime? She's done most of the work on this, and she actually deserves it."

"Fine…" Daphne rolled her eyes. "I'll mention her to the Headmaster, but nothing more." I see that her enthusiasm is reserved only for me. Is it bad that I really love that?

Their group moved forward, and Ron spotted the Minister smiling at the large group. Finally, time to be let in. Lord Greengrass, Mary, Molly, and Arthur greeted the Minister first, while the children waited in the back for their turn. After they were done with the pleasantries, they beckoned their children to step forward.

Ron waited patiently for his siblings to be introduced, while Daphne made sure to tighten her hold on Ron's arm. I wonder if the others are already inside. I know that Pansy is behind us somewhere, but I don't see the others. Percy took the longest, as he decided to strike up a small conversation with the Minister, who didn't seem to mind at all. Eventually, it was Ron and Daphne's turn to introduce themselves.

"Minister Fudge," Ron smiled at the portly little man, and the Minister shook his gloved hand with a wide smile.

"Mr. Weasley, welcome to my home," Fudge said, his voice laced with pride. "I hope everything is to your liking thus far."

"More than, you have a beautiful home," Ron said, and the Minister seemed very pleased to hear that.

"And you must be Daphne Greengrass, Sebastian's eldest daughter," the Minister turned his smile to Daphne.

"It is an honor to finally meet you, Minister," Daphne put her hand forward, and Fudge greeted her the proper way.

"The Heiress of the Greengrass Family is always welcome here," the Minister said, and Daphne gave him a curtsy.

"Your kindness will not be forgotten," Daphne said smoothly. "I hope that we can talk more once the Gala is in full-swing."

"I would like that very much," Fudge agreed, and then he looked to Ron. "Might I speak to you alone for a moment?"

"Please, speak freely near Daphne," Ron said. "She and I have no secrets between us."

"I see," Fudge looked between them, and then he smiled once again. "A lovely young couple."

"Thank you," Ron and Daphne said together.

"The French Families will be arriving shortly, and once they are here, things are likely going to become tense," Fudge told Ron, who nodded slowly. "Too much bad blood, sadly…"

"Have the appropriate measures been taken?" Daphne asked.

"Certainly," Fudge replied. "The French Families are only bringing one or two members per Family, and I have been promised that said members speak fluent English. This is no doubt their attempt to avoid any form of… ridicule. Furthermore, I have Aurors deployed all over the Manor for safety reasons."

"What about their allures?" Ron asked. "Some of these Families are part-Veela." Madame Maxime promised me that the Veelas would behave, but I can't bring myself to believe that.

"Madame Maxime has promised me that only Veelas who can control their… urges… are coming here," Fudge replied, and Ron was relieved to hear that. "The last thing we need is an International Incident."

"Everything seems to be in order then," Ron said. "Thank you, Minister. I can tell that this is very important to you."

"It certainly is," Fudge said. "Now, please make your way into the Ballroom. I hope you both enjoy the party."

"We no doubt will," Daphne said, and then they made their way into the Ballroom.

Just like the Greeting Room, the Ballroom shared a Christmas-like theme. Enchanted Snowflakes floated through the air, red and green ornaments lined the walls, a large crystal statue depicting a dancing Nymph sat in the middle of the Ballroom, and Ron could even see Enchanted Harps playing themselves for the attendees. This is nice.

Ron looked to his Family members, all of whom were awed by the beauty of the Ballroom, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. He wanted them to enjoy things like this, even if they didn't exactly fit in. The Weasleys were one of the Oldest Families in Britain, and they had been denied proper respect for far too long. I'll change that myself. Filth like Lucius Malfoy don't have any right to look down their noses at us.

"Arthur!" Molly suddenly exclaimed. "Look! It's Madam Celestina Warbeck!"

Ron followed his mother's gaze, and he spotted the 'Singing Sorceress'. She's mum's favorite singer, isn't she? I hope mum gets to speak to her tonight, it'll make her night for sure. As for the famed singer, Ron couldn't help but admire her beauty. She looked older than she sounded on the radio, but she held herself with an air of regality. Her dark-skin made her stand out in the crowd, and Ron was quite enamored with her pearly white smile as she laughed with her entourage.

"Molly, dear, volume…" Arthur winced as his wife nearly crushed his hand.

"Would you like to speak with her?" Lord Greengrass asked, and Molly Weasley looked genuinely flustered. "Come, Molly. I'll introduce you to her."

"You know her?" Molly asked, and Lord Greengrass gave a nod. "Arthur, let's go!"

Molly began dragging her husband behind her, but then she suddenly stopped.

"Children, be on your best behavior. Bill, I'm leaving you in charge of them all," she said quickly, and before they could say anything, Molly ran off with her husband and Lord Greengrass.

"Astoria, why don't you show Ginevra and Luna around," Mary smiled at her youngest, who smiled mischievously in response. "I want all of you to mingle tonight, understood? We present a united front tonight, so be mindful of each other."

With that, Mary left to go join her husband, who was currently introducing Molly Weasley to her idol. Mum looks like she's going to pass out.

"Charlie, can we join them?" Kirsten asked. "I actually love Celestina Warbeck's latest album."

"Sure, let's go," Charlie took his girlfriend's hand, and they left the group as well.

"We should find the other," Daphne whispered to Ron, who gave her a nod.

"Bill, Daphne and I are going to head off," Ron said, and Bill gave him a thumbs up.

"Find me if you need anything," Bill said, and Ron and Daphne left with parting nods.

Ron noticed Percy giving him a meaningful look, and Ron shot him a wink. Later, mate. Just enjoy yourself for a bit.

"Your sister doesn't like my sister much," Daphne noted as they began moving through the Ballroom, which was still being filled.

"Ginny is stubborn, and she no doubt hasn't forgiven Tori for stealing Harry's attention during that one dinner we all had together," Ron said.

"My sister stole nothing," Daphne said, and Ron gave her a smile. "Potter enjoyed her company more than your sister's."

"Sorry, poor choice of words," Ron apologized. "Honestly, Tori can handle Ginny. And if Ginny misbehaves, she'll be reprimanded by mum." I hope. "Now, let's just find our friends, eh?"

"I still can't believe she refused that dress…" Daphne muttered.

"Daph, let's just enjoy our night," Ron kissed her cheek, and she smiled for a moment. "Tell me about your plans for the night. Maybe I can help?"

"My plans?" Daphne smirked a little. "Well, I plan to speak to the Travers Family first. We were allies before the war, and they have a large Milling Business in France. If they do indeed plan to slowly integrate themselves back into Britain, maybe they can bring their business here?"

"And you could invest in said business," Ron nodded along.

"They will need allies here, or they'll be chased out again," Daphne said. "There's just one problem…"

"Go on," Ron paid her his full attention.

"Emilia Travers, who is currently the Head of the Travers Family… I've heard some troubling things about her in my research," Daphne said.

"Troubling?"

"Scary things, Ron," Daphne said, and Ron waited for her to go on. "She is only twenty years old, but she managed to seize control of her Family rather harshly. Her Great-Aunt was the Head of the Family, but when Emilia came back from Japan-"

"Japan?" Ron asked.

"She completed her education at Mahoutokoro School of Magic," Daphne told him. "They say that she walks the 'Path of the Warrior', or something like that. Japan is very traditional, and she excelled in her studies despite being a foreigner. They even say that she's a single-minded Prodigy, kind of like you. Anyway… When she returned from Japan as a young woman, she demanded that she be put in charge of the Travers Family, as was her right by birth. Her own Great-Aunt refused to honor Emilia's birthright, and so Emilia killed her without a second thought."

"Killed her?" Ron asked. What in the fuck?!

"In a Duel," Daphne clarified, but Ron still felt uneasy. "She severed her Great-Aunt's head with her Oni-Blade."

"Oni-Blade?" Ron mumbled, he didn't want Daphne doing business with a lunatic.

"It's a Japanese Magical Tradition," Daphne explained. "Those who prove their worth are presented with the honor of wielding an Oni-Blade. They forge their own sword by hand, and an Honored Priest, also known as Shinshoku, melds the individual's wand into the Blade." Woah… "The Blade acts as a Conduit from then on, but its capabilities are limited to warfare." Hence the 'Path of the Warrior' nonsense.

"Alright, I've heard enough," Ron shook his head. "We should stay away from this lunatic."

"Trust me, I have half a mind to agree with you, but she has the respect of many," Daphne told him. "Not to mention that she is determined to bring her Family back to Britain. The Travers were one of the first Magical settlers in Britain, and she wishes to restore her Family's honor."

"And you want to be on her good side," Ron figured.

"Look, she's not planning to leave anytime soon, so I might as well try," Daphne said. "Our Families can help each other, and if she agrees to do business with me, then that will add credibility to my own efforts. My personal vault is bursting with gold, and I want to start making a name for myself. Just like you."

"Just be careful," Ron sighed. "And don't overstep with this madwoman. The last thing you want is for her to pull her 'Oni-Blade' out."

"They say that she carries it everywhere she goes," Daphne said, and Ron wasn't even surprised. "It makes sense, considering that her Blade is her wand, but still…"

"You don't think she'll bring it here, do you?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I know she will," Daphne replied, and Ron couldn't deny that he wanted to see said Blade.

"Ron! Daphne!" came Blaise's voice, and they both looked to see Blaise standing with his mother. Sweet Circe… Blaise's mother looks amazing!

She smiled at Ron, and Ron immediately smiled back like an idiot. Look at that low cut white dress, it shows the perfect amount of skin. Daphne guided them over to Blaise, while Ron made sure to keep his eyes from wandering.

"Mother, you remember Ron and Daphne, don't you?" Blaise introduced, and Clementine smiled at the couple.

"Of course I do," Clementine stepped forward, her smile was breathtaking. Careful, Ron, she's a dangerous woman. Stay focused. "How could I ever forget your friends, my gem?"

"It is good to see you again, Clementine," Ron said, and she brushed her fingers on his jawline. Yay!

"You remembered to use my first name," she sounded rather pleased. "Good." Where is her husband to be? Not dead already, I hope. "And look at you, Daphne. You have grown even more beautiful since the last time I saw you. You are almost a woman now."

"Thank you, Lady Zabini," Daphne put on a smile, and Clementine gently took Daphne by the chin.

"It has been far too long, my dear," Clementine all but whispered. "You must let me kiss you."

And just like that, she gave Daphne a quick peck on the lips. WOW! FUCK YES! Ron could see Blaise rolling his eyes from behind his mother, but Ron couldn't care less, this was a sight that he never planned to forget.

"How are your parents?" Clementine asked a slightly dazed Daphne.

"They are well," Daphne recovered quickly. "I believe that they are still with Celestine Warbeck."

"Then I should go and greet them, no?" Clementine said, and then she looked to Ron. "Blaise tells me that you two have become a couple, and I can see that my treasure told the truth. Congratulations, you both suit each other."

"Thank you, Clementine," Ron said.

"Mother, may I join my friends for now?" Blaise asked, he sounded a little too distant.

"Of course, love," Clementine replied. "I must go and find Sebastian, we have not spoken in ages. Enjoy the party, you three. And please, forget about being responsible." What?

With that, Clementine sauntered off to find Daphne's father, much to Daphne's annoyance. She's a damn tornado, I swear. She blows in out of nowhere, and knocks everyone on their arse.

"Sorry about her, Daphne," Blaise stepped forward, a slightly tired look on his face.

"Sorry?" Ron asked. "That was the greatest thing that I've ever witnessed."

"It's alright, Blaise," Daphne smiled at him, whilst also kicking Ron's shin. Ow. "You are her son, not her keeper. I don't blame you whatsoever."

"Thank you," Blaise gave a curt nod. Oh, maybe I shouldn't make jokes. He looks a little bothered by his mother's presence.

"Let's go find the others, and forget about her," Daphne rubbed Blaise's arm.

"I would like that," Blaise gave her a weak smile.

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Harry Potter's POV

Saturday 28th November, 1993 (Minister's Greeting Room – Evening)

Coming here was a mistake… He should have never accepted Sirius' offer to accompany him for the night. From the moment they had entered the Greeting Room, Harry had quickly become the subject of everyone's attention. The Weasleys had made their way into the Ballroom without Harry and Sirius, mostly because Sirius had to go to the loo due to being drunk.

While Harry waited for Sirius to freshen up, he was constantly eyeballed by the passing elitists. Many of them gave him wary looks, no doubt intimidated by his legend, while others stopped what they were doing in order to shake his hand. They would prattle on about their everlasting gratitude to him for defeating Lord Voldemort, and the Fawleys had even given him their 'hand in allegiance' without him uttering a single word.

All of it made Harry feel sick to his stomach.

He now understood why he didn't have many friends, Harry despised crowds. But more importantly, he despised people constantly reminding him of Lord Voldemort. His admirers spoke of the night that his parents died with complete disregard to how he felt, and they even laughed and joked about the whole thing. To them, Harry wasn't Harry. To them, Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. I should've stayed in Gryffindor Tower. Wait… No, that would be worse.

Unfortunately for Harry and Neville, Hermione had become a Banshee. Percy and McGonagall's words had gotten to her, and she accused Harry, Neville, and Ginny of 'stopping her from doing the right thing'. Harry had argued what the 'right thing' was in such a situation, and she had lost her damn mind due to being challenged after everything. It didn't even occur to her that the twins were their friends, and turning on one's friends was a lesson that they had all learned repeatedly.

Harry was not stupid, and neither were his best friends. They all knew that Ron was behind the whole thing. After all, he had snuck into Harry's room somehow and stolen the Medical Book, hadn't he? But when Ginny had come to them with her own suspicions about Ron, the Trio had feigned ignorance. They couldn't tell her anything about the Medical Book for fear of tipping her off to Ron's condition, but despite their efforts to dissuade her, Ginny left feeling convinced that Ron was behind the whole mess.

The Trio weren't happy with Ron, especially Harry. The sixth Weasley son had devastated Gryffindor's Hourglass, ruined his own brothers' plans for a Future Business, turned McGonagall against her Gryffindors, and had even manhandled poor Fred in front of a cheering crowd. If anything, Harry was disgusted by Ron's actions. But at the same time, Harry knew that Ron had asked the twins to stop not once, but twice. The twins had refused to listen to him, and so Ron had taken things into his own hands.

A mess… That was the only way that he could describe recent events. Not to mention the twins being removed from the Quidditch Team until Yule Break ends. We're going up against Hufflepuff next Saturday, and our best Beaters are gone.

"Mr. Harry Potter…" came an awed voice, and Harry fought the urge to groan.

Harry looked over to see Ernie Macmillan, and two adults who looked incredibly like him, staring at Harry. Ernie was only looking because his parents were, and Harry couldn't detect any sense of awe from him. His parents, however, had gone wide-eyed, and were smiling from ear to ear.

"Mr. Potter, it is an honor to meet you at last," Mr. Macmillan took Harry's hand, while his wife just smiled lovingly at Harry. Please stop staring at me like that, it's really weird.

"Hello," Harry greeted back.

"My name is William Macmillan, and this is my wife, Apolline," Mr. Macmillan said excitedly. "I had not expected to meet you of all people tonight. It really is an honor." Let go of my hand already.

"Um… Thanks, it's nice to meet you as well," Harry tried his best, despite his discomfort.

"Firstly, allow me to thank you for defeating the Dark Lord for us, we wouldn't be here without you," Mr. Macmillan said, and Harry tried to keep his smile in place. "True shame about your parents, but at least you survived that… monster."

"You must've been so brave," Apolline added. My parents were brave, I was just a toddler.

"Yes, certainly brave," Mr. Macmillan patted Harry's arm, whilst still shaking Harry's hand. "A Gryffindor through and through!"

"Thank you," Harry said again, mostly because he didn't know what else to say to such overwhelming gratitude.

"Are you here with Sirius Black, perchance?" Mr. Macmillan asked. "I have been inviting him to have dinner with us, but he never returns my owls." Nor will he… He despises 'Pure-Blood customs'.

"He's here with me," Harry said. "Though I don't know where he ran off to. You'll definitely meet him inside at some point, I'm certain."

"Excellent!" Mr. Macmillan laughed.

"We never believed him to be guilty, I assure you," Apolline added. Really? Then why didn't you say something when they threw him away without a trial?

"We'll talk some more inside," Mr. Macmillan promised, and Harry felt his gut twist.

"Alright, then," Harry gave a nod, and Mr. Macmillan finally let go of Harry's hand.

While Harry massaged his sore hand, the Macmillans left to join the other Pure-Bloods within the Ballroom. He could hear them talking excitedly about the Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry felt the urge to leave already.

"Are they gone?" came Sirius' voice from behind him, and Harry turned around and stared at the restroom door.

"Yes, they're gone…" Harry frowned at the door, and Sirius stepped out with a wide smile.

"Thank Merlin, those two have been hounding me ever since my release," Sirius said. "I have to avoid them tonight, no matter what."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Trust me, Harry, it always starts with one dinner," Sirius shook his head. "I go over to their House, and every other Pure-Blood will expect the same. And then before you know it, I'm a freak-show for them all to gawk at."

"Why are they all so damn weird?" Harry frowned to himself. "I should've stayed at Hogwarts." I don't belong here.

"Now, don't be like that," Sirius put his arm around Harry. "This is a party, Harry, and there are always people who ruin the fun of others. Why don't we head inside, and then you can find Neville."

"I would like that," Harry smiled for Sirius' sake.

"Good lad," Sirius gave Harry a squeeze. "Let's go."

They began making their way towards the Ballroom, and Harry easily noticed people going wide-eyed at the sight of him. Whispers and pointing fingers quickly followed, and Sirius gave Harry's shoulder's another squeeze. I'm glad he's here, it makes this Gala bearable.

"Don't worry, it'll pass," Sirius whispered. "You've never really attended an event like this, and most of these people have only heard about your legend. Seeing you makes them excited, or upset, depending on the Family."

"They're too enthusiastic," Harry whispered back. "It makes me feel like a 'freak-show'."

"Once we're inside, find Neville, alright?" Sirius whispered. "After that, you can just enjoy the night with your best mate. Have a bit of champagne, eat good food, meet pretty girls, and just relax. Nothing to it."

"Why do you always insist that I find girls?" Harry asked.

"You can find lads, if you want, I won't judge," Sirius grinned, and Harry's lips twitched upwards. "Trust me, Harry, a girl will make you forget all about being a freak-show. Plus, you're Harry Potter. Believe me when I say this… If you give any one girl your attention, she'll be all over you."

"You want me to abuse my fame?" Harry asked.

"Not abuse, utilize," Sirius corrected. That's just a prettier word. "These Pure-Bloods may act like their farts don't smell, but they forget all that once the party drags on. If anything, they get a little too… excited… around each other."

"You mean…" Harry felt hot in the face suddenly.

"People sneak off, and then the real fun begins," Sirius said almost excitedly. "Getting through the first half is the hard part."

"I'll just stick with Neville…" Harry looked around, and he spotted Samantha Selwyn speaking to her parents.

She was wearing a form fitting black dress which covered everything but her left arm, and Harry found himself staring at her. She has nice… skin… There's no way that I could get a girl that pretty to notice me.

"That's the spirit, kid!" Sirius laughed, and Harry looked away immediately.

As they approached the Minister, Harry put on a smile for show. The portly man looked over to them, and he immediately beamed at Harry. Oh no… Not again.

"My friends!" the Minister walked over to them. "Welcome! I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival!"

"That's kind of you, Fudge," Sirius patted the Minister's arm, making the man jump a bit. "You look good! The Minister's Office suits you!"

"Why, thank you," Fudge couldn't help but laugh, while Sirius just stared at him with a false smile. "And by the Heavens… To have you here at my house, Mr. Potter… Words fail me. Welcome!"

"Thank you, Sir," Harry said as respectfully as he could, despite not liking Fudge very much. He sent Hagrid to Azkaban because Lucius Malfoy ordered him to.

"Have Edward and Andromeda Tonks arrived yet?" Sirius asked. "They are my personal guests for the evening."

"They are here," Fudge said. "Though some… No, never mind! They are inside already, my friend! Please, I won't keep you any further!"

"Thanks, old boy," Sirius gave a nod, and then he guided Harry inside.

"Mr. Potter, do come and find me whenever you get the chance," Fudge waved him off, and Harry decided to give him a nod.

"Fat prick," Sirius muttered under his breath, and Harry sniggered to himself. "What sort of Minister owns a damn Manor?"

"Lucius Malfoy probably bought it for him," Harry replied, and Sirius chuckled.

"I bet he did, the slimy bastard," Sirius said. "Do you want to go find Neville now? I need to go look for my cousin and her husband."

"I can come with you," Harry offered, and Sirius eyed him with a smile.

"Go on," Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, and Harry gave his Godfather a grateful smile.

They parted ways at that, and Harry began searching for his best friend. He's probably with his Grandmother, so he shouldn't be hard to find. Along the way, Harry spotted Ginny standing by a crystal statue, and he decided to approach her. Why is she all alone?

"Hey, Ginny," Harry greeted, and she looked visibly relieved to see him. "What are you doing?"

"Just looking at this statue," Ginny replied. "I've never seen anything like it before, not even at Hogwarts."

"It's pretty," Harry looked at the smiling statue. "Why are you all alone?"

"Ugh… 'Lady Greengrass' stuck me with her bratty daughter, so I bailed," Ginny replied.

"What about Luna?" Harry asked. "I don't see her anywhere."

"She wanted to see the Gardens, so Greengrass smuggled her out of the Ballroom," Ginny replied. "They're probably still outside… I don't get why Luna's even pretending to like her."

"What makes you think that she's pretending?" Harry asked.

"Because Greengrass is a rude little… Never mind," Ginny shook her head clear, and then she stared up at the statue. "Why aren't you with Neville?"

"I'm actually looking for him," Harry replied. "Want to tag along?"

"Yes, please," Ginny said. "Besides this statue, I see nothing special about this Pure-Blood Party."

"You and me both," Harry couldn't help but smile. "Let's go."

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Theodore Nott's POV

Saturday 28th November, 1993 (The Gala – Late Evening)

Something was off with his father, Theo could tell.

The first sign of something being wrong was the fact that Theo had travelled directly to the Minister's Manor, and his father had joined him there. The second sign was the fact that his father was not drunk prior to the event, which was just unheard of. And the final nail in the coffin was the fact that his father had just now refused a drink from a passing waiter.

"Father, are you sure that you're alright?" Theo asked, and his father smiled at him.

"Yes, Theodore, I am quite alright," his father chuckled, and then he kissed the top of Theo's head. What the fuck?! He never kisses my head in public! "I feel two decades younger, in fact."

"Is that so?" Theo asked, and then he looked his father over. "Nope, still an old codger."

"You wound me," Cornelius chuckled. "Don't let this old skin fool you, I am still in my prime."

"If you say so," Theo smirked. "What agrees with you?"

"Nothing to worry yourself over," his father replied.

"Have you found yourself a lover?" Theo enquired, and his father just laughed. "Fine, keep your secrets."

"All will be revealed in due time, my son," Cornelius said, and then he looked back to the other attendees. "Is your friend Ronald here?"

"Um… Yes," Theo replied, making sure to fix his posture. Bloody hell, I knew this question was going to come up.

"You must introduce us," his father said, and Theo stilled immediately. What?

"You want to meet Ronald Weasley?" Theo asked slowly, now he was truly suspicious.

"Is he not one of your closest allies?" Cornelius asked, and Theo nodded slowly. "Then I will meet him, and be civil, even."

"Are you dying?" Theo asked with genuine worry.

"I have come to realize that I have not been a very good parent to you," his father said, his voice becoming soft. Now I'm fucking scared. "My drinking was the start of my decline as your father figure, and I know now that I was wrong to interfere with your life. I wish to make amends, son, if you'll have me."

"I… Of course…" Theo said. Something is off here, Theo, and you know it. Play along for now, and see where it all goes. "Do you want me to go find Ron for you?"

"There is no need," Cornelius smiled. "I see him right now."

Theo followed his father's gaze, and he spotted Ron, Daphne, and Blaise wandering around the Ballroom. They must be looking for the rest of us.

"Bring only Ronald," Cornelius said. "I wish to see this boy prodigy for myself."

"I'll be right back, father," Theo said, and then he began making his way over to his friends. Whatever father's reasons for wanting to meet Ron, I need Ron to behave. He no doubt knows about my father's past, and he has a tendency to lose his temper in the face of such beliefs.

"My friends," Theo smirked, and his friends looked to him.

"Theo!" Ron smiled widely. "We were just looking for you!"

"And here I am," Theo said, his eyes fixed on Ron's smile. His sister slapped him so hard that she broke skin, and he doesn't even look bothered. It can't be the Calming Draught, after all, that smile is genuine. How does he just move past this sort of stuff on a whim?

"Do you want to join us?" Daphne asked. "We're looking for Millie and Pansy, after which we will get some food and drinks."

"I will join you, but before that, I want to introduce Ron to my father," Theo said, and both Blaise and Daphne just stared at him.

Theo kept his eyes on Ron, whose smile had dwindled a bit. Honestly, I expected worse.

"Sure, I'll meet him," Ron said, his voice turning slightly cold.

"Just you, then," Theo said, and Daphne whispered something in Ron's ear. Merlin, ever since they started dating, they constantly whisper in each other's ears. I don't know why, but I hate it.

"Are you sure?" Blaise asked Theo, who merely shrugged.

"Let's go, Ron," Theo turned around and began heading back, and Ron followed after him. "I don't want to state the obvious, but please don't embarrass me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Ron smirked, and Theo let out a tired sigh.

Cornelius straightened up at the sight of Ron, his Master's interest in the Weasley boy had inspired great intrigue in the old wizard. After looking more into the youngest Weasley son, Cornelius had grown even more intrigued. What kind of boy could resist fifty Veelas? Or slay a Mountain Troll at the young age of eleven?

"Father, this is Ronald Bilius Weasley, my friend and ally," Theo introduced, and both wizards looked each other over. C'mon, Ron… Shake his hand.

"It's good to finally put a face to the name," Ron put his gloved hand forward, and Theo's father took it. Thank the fucking Gods, I was close to having an aneurism.

"Likewise, Mr. Weasley," Cornelius said, and Theo was surprised by his father's sudden alertness. "I am Nott, Cornelius Nott. Theo speaks very highly of you."

"Does he?" Ron 'smiled', and Theo noticed that familiar malicious glint in Ron's eyes. "I'm sorry to say that Theo hasn't told me much about you, but I have heard things from other sources." He has?

"You have?" Cornelius asked.

"I am sorry about your wife," Ron said, and Theo was a little surprised. So he does know about my mother's murder… I always suspected, but I just wasn't sure. "You have my condolences, despite how late they are."

"Thank you," Cornelius gave a grateful nod. "Is your Family also in attendance?"

"They are," Ron replied. "Would you like to meet them?"

"I am sure I will, when the time is right," Cornelius replied, and Theo couldn't help but feel like he was just a spectator. "Might I ask how the Weasley Family is paying the required amount tonight?" Fuck me, he couldn't help himself, could he? "As far as I know, your father has not been promoted for some time."

"You are right," Ron said. "My father has indeed been passed for promotion for some time, but that hardly matters for tonight. I am the one who is paying the required sum."

"You are paying? Not your father?" Cornelius asked, his smile widening a little.

"We Weasleys are an unorthodox lot," Ron replied. "And we wish to help in any way that we can."

"How admirable," Cornelius said.

"I am glad you think so," Ron responded. "We Weasleys are also excellent hosts, and so I was thinking of hosting your son at my Family home for the upcoming Holidays. Do I have your blessing, my Lord?" Wait… What? "As you know, Theo has invested in my business, and I wish to thank him properly."

"I see," Cornelius said, and then he decided to seize the opportunity to put Theo closer to the Weasley boy. "Theo has my blessing, of course." I do? What is happening? "I have no doubt that you two will enjoy your time together, and grow ever closer."

"Thank you, Lord Nott," Ron smiled properly. "Please, enjoy the Gala."

"Same to you, Mr. Weasley," Cornelius said.

"Oh, I will," Ron said, and then he turned around and left.

Cornelius gestured his son to follow after Ron, and Theo left with a slightly confused look. He just pawned me off for the Holidays? Something is definitely not right with him. I expected him to laugh in Ron's face, not thank him.

"You know about my mother's murder?" Theo couldn't help but ask immediately, and Ron gave him a nod. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Did you want me to?" Ron gave Theo a weak smile.

"No, not really," Theo admitted. "I… I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself."

"You don't owe me anything, Theo," Ron nudged Theo.

"The others all know, and I told Tracey myself," Theo told Ron. "It's only you that I never told, and I don't even know why."

"It's a painful memory, and I'm glad that you didn't relive it for my sake," Ron shrugged. "No harm done, Theo. I still love you."

"Sod off," Theo smirked, while Ron just smiled to himself. I love you too, Ron. "So… I'm to spend my Yule Break with you, then? Would have been nice to know, by the way."

"Quite honestly, I expected your father to laugh in my face," Ron said, his eyes becoming a little distant. "Odd that he allowed it without any convincing, right?"

"You're damn right it's odd," Theo said as they approached the others.

"What's odd?" Daphne asked Theo.

"I'm spending the Yule Break with the Weasley Family," Theo told Daphne and Blaise, both of whom cocked eyebrows.

"I'd invite you as well, Blaise, but…" Ron stopped.

"My mother's 'wedding'," Blaise said with a bored look.

"Is her fiancé here?" Theo asked, and Blaise shook his head. That can only mean one thing… She plans to enjoy another man's company tonight. Shite… Blaise looks particularly cold right now. Poor bastard.

"Let's find Millie and Pansy, and then get some food," Daphne said, no doubt trying to change the subject. "I am starving."

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Pansy Parkinson's POV

Saturday 28th November, 1993 (The Gala – Late Evening)

Merlin, where were her friends?

Her father was drunk already, while her mother had wasted no time in showing her disgust at Pansy's new hairstyle. She said that I looked like of those whores in Witch Weekly… Pansy wasn't going to lie to herself, her mother's comment had cut deep. Despite her dislike of her mother, Pansy thought she looked quite eye-catching in this haircut. After all, she had even seen her male friends give her lingering looks as of late. But no, according to her own mother, Pansy looked like a whore.

She wanted nothing more than to leave her parents' side, but her mother refused to let her leave. Even now, she was droning on about Pansy's faults. My dress is shameful, my haircut makes me look like a whore, my mascara could be applied better, I still don't have a boyfriend, and I've gained weight. Pansy felt demoralized already, and it hadn't even been an hour yet.

"This is no doubt because of the company she keeps," her mother shook her head, and then she looked to her husband. "It's that wretched Blood-Traitor… He's infected her with his bile." Blood-Traitor?

Pansy suddenly felt awake again, and she frowned at her mother.

"Don't speak about him that way," Pansy said, and both of her parents stopped moving. Oh no… What did I just do?

"What did you just say to me?" her mother sneered, while her father quickly hid behind his fourth goblet.

"I… I um… Don't speak about my friends… like that," Pansy looked down at her feet. She's going to hit me… I'm so stupid.

Pansy's mother raised her hand to slap some sense into her, and Pansy tensed down to her toes.

"Pansy!" came Millie's voice, and Pansy shot a quick look behind her, while her mother lowered her hand. "I've been looking everywhere for you." Really? "Lord and Lady Parkinson, it is good to see you again. You are both well?"

"Happy as clams," her father laughed, while Pansy felt extremely hurt by her father's lack of care.

"That's good to hear," Millie stopped by Pansy's side. "Might I borrow your daughter for a moment? I told my mother that Pansy did my hair, and she wants to ask for some tips."

"From her?" Pansy's mother asked, and Pansy felt even more dreadful. "Very well, tell your parents that I will find them soon. It's been a while since we spoke."

"I will let them know," Millie smiled, and then she gestured Pansy to follow her.

Pansy didn't hesitate for a single moment before following after Millie, who took her hand with a rather firm grip. She wasn't looking for me, was she? She saw my mother berating me, and felt the need to pull me out of the fire.

"Sorry…" Pansy apologized in a meek voice, and Millie squeezed her hand.

They quickly approached Millie's parents, who had their eyes fixed on the two girls.

"Pansy," Lady Bulstrode smiled. "You look very pretty tonight."

"Thank you, Lady Bulstrode," Pansy said, not a hint of joy in her voice. "How is your evening progressing so far?"

"Quite well," Lady Bulstrode replied, and Pansy felt rather out of place. "Keep your head up, my dear."

"I… Thank you for sending your daughter…" Pansy swallowed thickly, now she knew why Millie had shown up so abruptly.

"Millicent, you will not leave Pansy's side for the remainder of the night," Lord Bulstrode ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Millie gave a firm nod.

"My mother wishes to speak to you both," Pansy told them, and Lady Bulstrode gave Pansy's bare arm a rub.

"We'll go and find them, then," Lady Bulstrode said. "Enjoy the night, Pansy. Don't let your mother ruin your fun. Find a cute boy for the night, and worry about things tomorrow."

"I will…" Pansy couldn't help but smile a little.

Lord and Lady Bulstrode left at that, leaving Millie and Pansy behind.

"Did she hit you before I came?" Millie asked, her expression becoming dark.

"No… Thank you, Millie," Pansy felt the urge to tear up. "Ugh… I feel like I'm going to cry…"

"You'll ruin your make-up," Millie tried to make a joke, but her voice was rather somber.

"What would that change?" Pansy pressed the corners of her eyes. How could she call me a whore without a second thought? Why is she so bitter? And father… He didn't say a word in my defense.

Pansy felt her eyes sting even more, and she tried her best to keep her composure.

"Don't say that… I… I think you look very beautiful…" Millie said, and Pansy couldn't help but notice that Millie sounded nervous all of a sudden. "Even without make-up…"

"Really?" Pansy asked slowly.

"Yes," Millie all but whispered, and Pansy just stared at Millie for a few seconds. She's not looking at me… Does she feel awkward giving me compliments? Or does she feel like I won't think much of her opinion? "Let's go find the other, yeah? They're no doubt looking around for us."

"Sure…" Pansy said slowly.

Something was off about Millie just then, Pansy was sure of it.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 28th November, 1993 (The Gala – Late Evening)

The guests were now piling in, but there was still no sign of the French Families. Ron, being who he was, was growing paranoid and restless. Not to mention his little chat with Cornelius Nott… I'm going to fucking murder him in cold blood. He had the gall to look down at my father, while he kisses the feet of a madman.

"What did that piece of chicken do to you?" came Cedric's voice, and Ron looked away from the buffet table. "You were glaring bloody murder at it." I was imagining it to be Cornelius Nott's face as I carved it.

"Good evening, Cedric," Ron smiled at the Hufflepuff, who was now making himself a plate by Ron's side. "You look extremely handsome tonight." Truer words were never spoken.

"Thanks," Cedric laughed genuinely. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Oh, hush," Ron sniggered. "How are you enjoying the party so far?"

"It's just the usual affair," Cedric shrugged casually.

"Have you been to many Galas, then?" Ron asked.

"A few," Cedric popped a grape into his mouth. "My dad is friends with a lot of Ministry Officials, so we get invited often. What about you? How is your evening so far?"

"Truth be told, not so exciting," Ron replied. "But I'm sure that's going to change now that I've found all of my friends. They're right over there." Ron pointed them out, and Cedric looked to see Blaise Zabini lecturing the others on palates. "If you get bored, you can come join us."

"Sure, that sounds like fun," Cedric accepted.

"Oh, I nearly forgot," Ron remembered. "Congratulations on beating the Ravenclaws. Daphne tells me that you were superb on your broom today."

"It was our Beaters who did all the work," Cedric said truthfully. "That Cho Chang girl is an excellent flier, and she definitely caught me off-guard."

"Are you being humble?" Ron asked with a smirk.

"Maybe just a little," Cedric smiled. "But it was the Beaters who came through for us. I'm just glad that I spotted the Snitch before Cho did."

"You won't have such 'luck' against Harry," Ron said. "He's got some unnatural gift when it comes to catching balls." Hehe.

"True," Cedric chuckled. "And that broom of his is a real threat."

"You'll figure something out, I'm sure," Ron said. At this point, the Gryffindors beating the Hufflepuffs benefits us more. With their lack of House Points, one victory won't change a damn thing.

"I assume that you won't be attending? I never see you at the Quidditch Games," Cedric said.

"I work on Saturdays," Ron informed Cedric. "Chess training with Lord Greengrass."

"I see," Cedric nodded. "I saw him just before, he was limping alongside your father. Is he alright?"

"He fell down some stairs," Ron lied. "Don't worry about him, he's not one to go down so easily." Ron then smiled at Cedric. "So… What's the real reason behind you approaching me while I was isolated?"

"Caught onto that, eh?" Cedric smiled sheepishly, which only made him look cute in Ron's eyes. It's not fair that the Universe beat me bloody with the ugly stick, while the Gods shaped this bastard with their own hands. "I just had a question, that's all."

"Go on," Ron said.

"What happened between your brothers and you?" Cedric asked, much to Ron's surprise. "We all know what they were doing, of course-"

"And yet, you did nothing," Ron's eyes became slightly cold. "As a Prefect, you should know better."

"I… I know," Cedric sighed. "Not my finest moment… I was going to step up and report them, but the twins are worshiped by the Hufflepuffs. I mean, Slytherin has a habit of looking down at us, and the twins aren't afraid to stand up against the worst people in your House." He's right. Slytherin House has given people plenty of reasons to hate them. Idiots like Flint, Crabbe, Goyle, and the others do too much damage to their own House.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to pin the blame on you," Ron lost his coldness. "I'm just annoyed that this whole thing happened in the first place."

"Is that why you…?" Cedric stopped, but Ron knew where he was going.

"Fred is impulsive, and he needed to be taught that I don't take well to threats," Ron shrugged. "It must have been a real surprise to him… I've never stood up for myself like that before. At least, not against the twins." If anyone but my kin had grabbed me by the collar, I'd have broken their hands.

"Right… There's always some bad blood between siblings, I can understand that," Cedric nodded. "I was just wondering about that choke hold… I mean, you lifted a fifth year into the air with one hand… It was quite frightening." Cedric finished with a nervous laugh.

"I'm in good shape," Ron deflected the unspoken question.

"We should get you onto the Quidditch Pitch, then," Cedric said. "I won't pry any further. I just came here to tell you that I'm sorry for not stepping forward. If I hadn't given into peer pressure, most of this could have been avoided."

"You're a good bloke, Cedric," Ron couldn't help but say. "It's a shame that things went the way they did, but I will never blame you. Nor will the other Slytherins, I promise."

"I'm glad we got that out of the way," Cedric smiled, and then he patted Ron's back. "I was thinking of inviting some of the Hufflepuff fourth years to the study group, is that alright with you?"

"Of course," Ron replied immediately. "Bring whoever you want, mate. The more the merrier."

"I'll let them know," Cedric gave a nod. "Thanks for hearing me out, mate. Enjoy the party."

"You too," Ron said. "And remember, you can always come and join us."

"Thanks," Cedric said, and then he left to go find his mother and father.

Ron went back to making his plate, his worries slightly lessened due to his chat with Cedric. Merlin, look at the dessert table… It looks amazing, but I can't taste a thing on it. Madam Roberts is no doubt here, and I'm bound to run into her.

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Twenty Minutes Later

"What are you two doing?" Ron asked Theo and Blaise, who seemed to be eyeing the different bottles of liquor being carried by the waiters.

"Ron, don't give them away," Pansy whispered, and Ron raised his hands in surrender.

"They're scouting for us," Daphne told Ron, who looked even more confused.

"Tell him," Millie smirked.

"Tell me what?" Ron asked Daphne.

"It's just something that we do at these parties," Daphne smirked as well. "The parents drink throughout the night, and as a result of that, they become far less observant."

"And so, we steal a bottle to share amongst ourselves," Pansy said excitedly. "When the Gala starts dragging on, we'll sneak out to the Gardens and have a good time."

"A good time?" Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Fair enough, enjoy yourselves."

"Pardon?" Pansy blinked, while Millie lost her smirk.

"What? I have to stay focused tonight," Ron told them. "I have goals to meet." The French still aren't here, I don't even know what Horace Slughorn looks like, and I can't be named an International Diplomat whilst being drunk. Plus, I don't even like alcohol. It tastes like hot piss.

"Goals to meet?" Pansy frowned deeply, and then she looked to Daphne. "He has to come, Daph. He hasn't attended a party like this with us before."

"Ron, this will be at the end of the night," Daphne pulled his arm closer to her chest, something that he didn't miss. Succubus! Unhand me! "We will wait until all the official nonsense is out of the way. Believe me, the adults will be far more intoxicated than us."

"Look around," Millie took over. "They're already drinking heavily, it's just how these parties go. By ten 'o'clock, there won't be a sober adult in the room. Besides the Aurors, of course." You mean Madam Roberts?

Ron looked even less convinced than before, which seemed to greatly displease Pansy.

"He has to come," Pansy huffed like an angry toddler, and Daphne pulled Ron away from the others.

"Ron, please?" Daphne smiled mischievously, making Ron feel hot under the collar immediately. "It'll be so much fun, I promise." Daphne then leaned up in order to whisper in his ear. "Once we're tipsy, I'll sneak us away from the others for some alone time."

"Alone time?" Ron's ears perked up.

"Kisses and fondling," Daphne whispered, and Ron's lips twitched upwards. "Lots of fondling… We haven't really tried it before, have we? I want to try, Ron, don't you?"

"What kind of fondling?" Ron swallowed thickly. Is she serious about this? I mean, she let me touch her breasts once before, and it was absolutely amazing.

"We'll make it up as we go along," Daphne kissed his cheek. "We always do."

"Can I touch your… you know…" Ron whispered, and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. That answers that! Fuck it, I'm doing this!

"Ronald," came Dumbledore's voice from behind him, and Ron nearly screamed.

"I didn't do it," Ron turned around quickly, while Daphne sealed her mouth and looked away from the Headmaster.

Dumbledore just stared at Ron, and then he looked to Daphne. We weren't being wicked, I swear.

"What can I do for you, Headmaster?" Ron asked, failing to fix his spooked expression. He fucking heard us, didn't he? He's onto us both!

"There's someone that I want you to meet," Dumbledore smiled at Ron. Horace Slughorn?

"Oh, of course," Ron put on his best smile, while Daphne subtly left with a blush on her face. "Please, lead the way."

"Come," Dumbledore said, and Ron followed after him.

He shot Daphne a quick look, and she shot him a wink and a smirk. Best girlfriend ever!

"I hope you two will act within reason," Dumbledore smiled to himself, and Ron nearly fainted.

"I don't know what you mean," Ron said, and Dumbledore shot him a knowing smile. Yeah, he definitely overheard us. "If you ever mention this to anyone, I'll throw myself into the Black Lake."

"Your flair for the dramatic is always amusing, Ronald," Dumbledore chuckled. "You have my silence, of course, but I still caution restraint. At your age, these things can spiral out of control quite quickly." Good, that's what I want.

"Are we meeting Horace Slughorn?" Ron changed the subject.

"We are indeed, my boy," Dumbledore said. "Have you seen Harry since your arrival?"

"No, actually," Ron replied. "Knowing him, he's probably with Neville."

"I spoke with Augusta, and she told me that Neville and Harry were with your sister," Dumbledore told him. "I have tried to sense their whereabouts, but there are too many people here."

"Sense their whereabouts?" Ron asked. "With a Spell?"

"I will teach you," Dumbledore said, he knew all about Ron's greed for new Spells. Yes! "How is your Conjuration coming along? I believe that another lesson is in order." He's offering without me asking?

Ron didn't know why, but he felt really happy with that thought.

"I can summon the birds now, but they don't chirp," Ron replied truthfully. "And most of the time, they arrive dead. Is that weird?"

"Yes, it most definitely is," Dumbledore patted Ron's back. "I will give you some pointers during our next lesson, Ronald. The Avis Spell is difficult to Master, so don't be discouraged."

"Is that why you want me to perfect it before learning about True Conjuring?" Ron asked.

"You touch it with a needle, my boy," Dumbledore replied. "Despite its difficulty, I am certain that you will make short work of it soon." After Ron's confession, Dumbledore had vowed to reach out to Ron at every possible opportunity. "There he is, Ronald. Horace Slughorn."

Ron followed the Headmaster's gaze towards a short, pot-bellied man. Horace Slughorn was enormously fat, bald, and had a silver, walrus-like moustache. I don't know why I thought that he would look like Snape. Maybe I was being a bit stereotypical. Presently, Horace Slughorn was laughing loudly as he spoke with Barty Crouch Snr, who looked anything but humorous.

"Horace, my old friend," Dumbledore smiled, and Horace's gooseberry-colored eyes lit up.

"You found him, eh?" Horace eyed Ron with a greedy look, and Ron smiled at the man. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Weasley. I've read all about you in the papers! Slytherin finally has its own prodigy!"

"The pleasure is all mine, Sir," Ron shook the man's hand firmly, and then he looked to Barty Crouch Snr. I didn't get a chance to meet him at the Longbottom Funeral. "Mr. Crouch, it's good to finally make your acquaintance."

"Likewise, Mr. Weasley," Crouch said coldly, and then he shook Ron's hand. "I hear that you and I will be working together very soon."

"Working together?" Horace looked between the two, a big smile on his face.

"Mr. Weasley has been made an International Diplomat to the French for his efforts," Crouch replied, and Ron couldn't help but detect mild annoyance in the man's tone.

"At thirteen?" Horace laughed. "Another win for your books, eh, Ronald?"

"Please, call me Ron," Ron chuckled, he liked that Slughorn was a happy fellow. But Professor Snape is better.

"Please excuse me, I need to find the Minister," Crouch said, and then he left without another word.

"Terrible company, that man," Horace sighed out once Crouch was truly gone.

"Barty has never been one for conversation," Dumbledore said. "I believe that's why he excels at his work."

"You just defend everyone," Horace smiled once again. "That man nearly sent me running for the door with his stony demeanor." Horace then looked to Ron. "What efforts was he talking about, Ron?"

"I convinced Madame Maxime to bring eleven Old French Families to this Gala," Ron replied. "They will be donating the maximum amount, which will help immensely, I hope." And I hope that the Ministry use that money to help lower the crime rate.

"Madame Olympe Maxime? From Beauxbatons?" Horace asked, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Making friends with all the right people, I see. Very good. I myself consider her a personal friend. Just two months ago, I had dinner with her in a lovely Muggle restaurant in Paris. The looks on the Muggles' faces…" Slughorn laughed loudly. "A truly remarkable woman!"

"That she is," Ron smiled genuinely. "And quite powerful as well."

"Will she be bringing Veelas with her?" Horace asked. "I ask because I need to prepare myself against their allures. I'd rather not make a fool of myself… Again." Ha! The way he said that was great.

"I'm sure that they will all behave, Horace," Dumbledore chuckled. "Now… Tell me more about your travels. I'm sure Ronald here would love to hear about African Fire Mages." Um, yes please. That sounds fucking awesome already.

"Would he now?" Horace puffed up, his moustache twitching in excitement. "Does foreign Magic strike your fancy, Ron?"

"Magic in general does," Ron replied. "The flashier, the better."

"Very good," Horace laughed, and then he drank down his entire goblet in one go. Yes, get drunk and let me take advantage of you. Wait… What the fuck am I thinking? Don't be a creepy cunt, Ron.

"Now…" Horace said as he handed the empty goblet off to a passing waiter. "I found myself traveling to Uagadou School of Magic because their Headmaster personally invited me, he is an old friend of mine, after all. We were passing through the Glittering Caves created by the Goblins under Uganda, and I met the most eccentric of Mages. Five of them, to be precise."

"I tell you, and this is completely true," Horace went on excitedly, and Ron listened with a smile on his face. "These Mages could morph into a firestorm at will!"

"A firestorm?" Ron's smile widened, his excitement quite evident. Sort of like that Ravenclaw Ron who could turn into a murder of crows. I need to learn some sort of Spell like that.

"It was the most exciting display of Pyromancy that I've ever seen," Horace told them, and even Dumbledore looked impressed. "They told me that they needed five people to pull off this Spell, which they refused to share with me."

"A joined Human-Transfiguration?" Dumbledore asked, and Horace shrugged with a wide smile.

"I have no earthly idea," Horace replied. "The way their bodies morphed into fire was astonishing! I was left in complete awe of them! And here's the best part! These Fire Mages were quite young! Early Twenties, I'd say! When I questioned Headmaster Kaikara about their age, he told me that Uagadou students begin learning Human Transfiguration at the very start of their education! Can you believe that, Albus?!" Hogwarts is so lame compared to these other schools. I want a fucking Oni-Blade. Or to turn into a firestorm. Or to be surrounded by Veelas.

"I once met a young man from Uagadou who could transfigure himself into a variety of beasts," Albus told them. "He turned himself into a horse when I grew weary of walking, and he let me ride him to our destination."

"Extraordinary," Horace laughed, while Ron wondered if that tale was true. Just go with it. "I must admit, I did feel quite jealous of Uagadou School of Magic. They don't even use wands, I tell you! All of the children I met were adept with Wandless Magic! Can you believe that?!" Opportunity shows its beautiful face.

"Wandless Magic, you say," Ron smiled, and Horace nodded fervently. "I myself have been learning Wandless Magic in my spare time."

"Is that so?" Horace looked to Albus. "Do you mind showing us?"

"Incendio," Ron chanted, and he felt hot steam rush through his left sleeve.

Ron carefully raised his glowing, orange hand, and Horace gawked at it with a look of genuine excitement. Careful, Ron, don't fucking touch someone by mistake.

"Merlin's beard," Horace laughed loudly. "Albus, do you see this?!"

"I do indeed, my friend," Dumbledore smiled, this was going exceptionally well. "Ronald here actually blew a hole into Hogwarts with a Wandless Baubillious."

"He did?" Horace's eyes gleamed, while Ron turned off the Spell.

"It wasn't without consequences," Ron laughed. "I was severely injured in the process, and the Headmaster made me promise not to use that Spell again."

"Severely injured, you say?" Horace asked.

"The left half of his body was… cooked… for lack of a better word," Dumbledore replied, and Horace's smile faltered.

"It was totally worth it, though," Ron grinned at Dumbledore, who just smiled in return.

"I must admit… I wish I had been there to see such a thing," Horace said, his smile slowly reappearing. "Alas, I still have much traveling to do… I plan to go see the Magical Tribes in the Far North. They have promised to show me their art of Hydromancy, and I plan to write a book about it." More cool Magic! I'm buying that book.

"Let me know when you publish the book, Sir," Ron said. "I'd love a copy."

"I'll have one sent to you personally, my boy," Horace patted Ron's right shoulder.

"Thank you," Ron beamed, this was exciting.

"Ronald, why don't you promote this book in your Magazine?" Dumbledore suggested, and Ron internally thanked the old man for reminding him. He's on the money.

"I'd love to," Ron agreed, and then he looked to Horace. "Free of charge, of course. Consider it a favor from a friend."

"Excellent!" Horace seemed far too pleased by that. I'm probably saving him a lot of money. "And let me just say that I never forget my friends."

Ron was about to respond, but he spotted Harry walking around with Neville and Ginny. He's right over there.

"Headmaster, I think I see Harry wandering about just over there," Ron said, and Horace looked back with an almost manic look.

"Harry Potter?" Horace looked around, and then he drew in a sharp breath. "Merlin's beard… There he is. He looks just like James." James? That's Harry's father, right? So Horace taught Harry's parents, that's good to know.

"Do you wish to meet him?" Ron asked. "He's a friend of mine as well."

"Certainly," Horace looked back to Ron, while Dumbledore patted Ron's back. That's my cue.

Ron left the two older wizards behind, and he made his way over to Harry and company. After dodging a few excited guests, Ron approached the three Gryffindors. Don't think about Ginny, or that slap. Just stay on task, the Headmaster needs you.

"Hello, you three," Ron greeted them, and they turned to face him.

"Hello, Ron," Neville greeted with little enthusiasm, while Ginny looked disgusted by his presence. Focus, Ron. The Headmaster is counting on you to be competent.

"Could I borrow Harry for a moment?" Ron asked, his eyes landing on Harry. "I want to introduce you to someone."

"Who?" Ginny asked coldly.

"He's a friend of the Headmaster," Ron said, his eyes fixed on a reluctant Harry. "And he says that he knew your parents."

"What?" Harry's green eyes blazed to life. "Really?"

"Yeah, mate," Ron smiled, and Ginny frowned at Ron's choice of words. "C'mon, I'll introduce you."

Harry quickly walked up to Ron, and his companions made to follow.

"Just Harry," Ron told them. "Headmaster's orders."

"Headmaster's orders?" Ginny scoffed, while Neville looked quite taken aback. "Why would Dumbledore give you-"

"Let's go, Harry," Ron guided Harry away from his friends. "He taught your parents when they were still at Hogwarts."

"Really?" Harry asked as he shot a look back at his friends, though his voice betrayed his excitement. "Wait… Why can't Neville and Ginny come with?"

"Do you really want them there for this?" Ron asked. "I mean, he's probably going to tell you all about your parents." Don't make my job harder, please.

"Right…" Harry nodded to himself.

"He said that you looked just like James," Ron added for good measure. "That's your dad, right?"

"He said that," Harry couldn't help but smile, now he really wanted to meet this man. "Alright, where is he?"

"Right over there," Ron pointed out. "He's with the Headmaster."

Harry eyed the wide man, and his pace quickened.

"Mr. Slughorn, please meet Harry Potter," Ron introduced, and Horace Slughorn turned around with beaming smile.

"Mr. Potter," Horace said, while Harry smiled back. "You really do look just like your father… Except for the eyes, of course… Lily's eyes." He sounded almost sad just then.

"You really knew my parents?" Harry swallowed thickly, his face lit with anticipation.

"I taught them both," Horace shook Harry's hand. "James… Always on the Quidditch Pitch, or getting into trouble with his friends. And Lily… She was my personal favorite. A truly spectacular witch. I was very saddened to hear about their fates. You have my deepest sympathies, Mr. Potter."

"Thank you, Sir," Harry put on a smile, he was glad to see that at least this man didn't worship him. "Could you, perhaps, tell me more about them? It's just that I don't really know much about their school lives."

Ron shot a look towards Dumbledore, who gestured him to be patient. Fair enough… I guess it's only natural that Harry wants to know more about his parents.

"Mr. Weasley," a waiter approached them, and they all looked to the waiter. "The Minister sent me to fetch you. He needs you at the Greeting Room." The French are here?

"The Minister needs him?" Harry looked to Ron, who just smiled at Harry.

"Please excuse me," Ron said to his companions. "Mr. Slughorn, it was great to meet you. Please, don't forget about the book."

"Oh, I won't," Horace assured him. "Go on, Ron, you shouldn't keep the Minister waiting."

Ron gave a parting nod, and then he followed after the waiter.

"Are the French Families here?" Ron asked.

"They are, Sir," the waiter replied. "The Minister wishes for you to be by his side when he greets them. Plus… Some of the guests within the Greeting Room aren't too pleased… Madam Bones has also arrived, and she's smoothing things over." I see. Time for the Gala to start in earnest then.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: And there it is! I hope you all enjoyed that! The next Chapter will continue the Gala, of course, and Ron will continue meeting various individuals and Families.

Sorry about the rant at the start, but I just wanted to get my point across without emailing a dozen different people. As for the Review Section, let's keep it civil, please. I don't mind a bit of anger directed at me, and I want you all to enjoy the story without me creating any sort of divide between us.

See you guys on Thursday, or Friday!