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.

110. Chapter 110 - The Last Christmas

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 110 is here, and it's the longest chapter so far! Almost thirty five thousand words! Sorry for the slight delay, but ending a chapter like this can be difficult. I had so much to get through, and I decided to add a lot into this chapter. So, without further adieu...

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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'The match is struck... A blazing star is born' - The Ancestor from Darkest Dungeon

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Fate

Chapter 110 - The Last Christmas

Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Hospital Wing – Early Morning)

The birds that nested around Hogwarts were singing their morning tunes, and Ron listened quietly as he stared out of the scratched window. He remembered everything from last night, especially his little 'episode' after waking up from his nightmare. Whatever was happening inside his mind was now affecting his body, and Ron couldn't help but wonder what the Entity bleeding into him meant. Was he becoming like the Entity? Or maybe a combination of the two? Whatever was happening, Ron found himself not caring all that much.

At some point, people just stopped caring about things out of their control, and Ron had reached that point with the Entity. If anything, Ron was going to actively avoid the damn thing from now on. It could do whatever it wanted, but Ron would take no part in its schemes. A small part of him even felt tired of his duty now. He had done nothing to deserve this fate, and yet, he was burdened with knowledge of things that defied explanation. He was burdened with an impossible task. He was burdened with a Family that didn't appreciate him. He was burdened with an illness that was going to kill him. He was just fucking burdened.

"Ronald?" came Madam Pomfrey's voice, and Ron turned around in order to thank her.

"Madam Pomfrey," Ron greeted her, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I'm not sure what happened to me, but I know I have you to thank for my recovery. So… Thank you. Whatever you did, I feel really great." Physically speaking, that is. My entire body feels… changed. Like I got a new one last night.

Ron shifted his ribcage subtly, and he felt his organs move and readjust. Ah, that feels good. I can feel… everything.

"You certainly look a lot better," Madam Pomfrey eyed his face. "Color's back, standing upright, and…" She cocked an eyebrow.

"Is everything all right?" Ron asked calmly.

"The Potions I gave you last night… They've worn off?" she asked. "Do you feel drowsy? Sore?"

"I feel great," Ron replied. "Strong. Like I could break a man's spine in two with my bare hands."

Madam Pomfrey blinked at him, and Ron found himself enjoying this conversation. She looks a little disturbed by that example… Should I prod her even more? Why not? I've been bored out of my mind for over an hour now.

"How much strength would I need to crack a grown man's spine, Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked rather casually, and she just stared at him for a few moments.

"A lot…" she replied slowly. "Ronald… Are you feeling like yourself?" That, and more.

"I'm just toying with you," Ron decided to stop before she started asking more serious questions. "No need to take me so seriously."

"Right…" she didn't look very amused. "How long have you been awake for?"

"I just woke up," Ron lied. "I wasn't sure where I was at first, but since I basically live in here, it didn't take me long to recognize the smell of disinfectant."

"Come, let me take a better look at you," Madam Pomfrey walked over to his bed, and Ron followed her without argument.

He planted himself on his bed rather childishly, and quickly began rocking his legs from side to side. Madam Pomfrey shot a look at his dangling legs, but she made no comment on his odd behavior.

"Open your mouth, please," Madam Pomfrey requested, and Ron opened wide.

She used a tongue depressor to pin his tongue down, and once she had had a good look around, she pulled the tongue depressor out of his mouth and binned it. She then used her wand to flash some light into his eyes, and Ron wondered what she was even looking for. Maybe she likes my peepers? Daphne always says that I have nice eyes.

"Everything seems to be in order," Madam Pomfrey said. "This is good. Very good."

"You sound surprised," Ron pointed out.

"I didn't expect you to recovery so quickly," Madam Pomfrey explained. "You had surgery yesterday, Ronald."

"Surgery?" Ron cocked his head. "You cut me open? Like those Muggle Healers?"

"You had a stomach ulcer, and we needed to get to it in order to heal it," Madam Pomfrey said. "Usually, Potions can help heal ulcers, but yours was bleeding quite profusely. We had to use Healing Magic on it directly."

"What's a stomach ulcer? And how did I get one?" Ron asked. Was I poisoned?

"A stomach ulcer is a sore that develops in the stomach, esophagus, or small intestine," Madam Pomfrey replied. "It's caused by bacteria, a change in your stomach's acidity, and sometimes, from over consumption of Potions. Yours was caused by your stress levels changing your stomach's acidity, and your stress caused it to 'open', which resulted in internal bleeding."

"Merlin," Ron didn't sound very bothered, mostly because he wasn't. Avoided death once again. I'm awesome. "Well, thank you for saving me. Really appreciate it."

Ron hopped off of the bed, and he stretched his back as he yawned. I can literally hear my spine stretching out. Ron then ran his fingers through his hair, and he gave Pomfrey a smile.

"Merry Christmas, by the way," Ron said. "Sorry that you had to operate on me during Christmas Eve. I'm sure you had some other plans."

"I didn't," she told him. "Ronald, sit back down. I still need to make sure that you've recovered. Not to mention that we need to discuss preventative measures for the future."

"Preventative measures?" Ron asked as he began walking around the curtained off area. I want to go for a run.

"You nearly died," Madam Pomfrey reminded him, and Ron nodded along in order to feign interest. "If you had fallen on your back instead of your stomach, you would've choked on your own blood. This is very serious, Ronald. We can't let this happen again."

"And how do we do that?" Ron asked.

"For one, we further limit your stress," Madam Pomfrey started. "I highly recommend that you stop spreading yourself so thin. Join the Ministry after graduating. For now, just focus on your school life." I need allies in the Ministry for the war, so that's not happening.

"What about my Chess career?" Ron asked, he had already decided to ignore her.

"I don't think Chess stresses you too much, so you can keep working with Sebastian Greengrass," Madam Pomfrey replied. "I also want to try out a new method of treatment with you. If we can keep you calm with the use of Potions, but limit your consumption of them, we should be able to keep you stress-free for the remainder of the Break without any repercussions."

"You want to sedate me?" Ron asked. Yeah, that's not happening. I can't work if I'm loopy.

"Just for the remainder of the Break," Madam Pomfrey replied. "The surgery has weakened you, and I don't think you can afford to stress right now. Your parents and I discussed this, and they have agreed that this is the right course of action."

"Have they?" Ron smirked. "Then, by all means, pump me full of Potions and turn me into a drooling mess." They don't make decisions for Us.

Madam Pomfrey frowned at him.

"Is something on your mind, Ronald?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I have a lot of things to take care of during this Break, so I won't be taking any Potions," Ron told her bluntly. "They mess with my head, and I make poor decisions as a result."

"Ronald, it is important-" Madam Pomfrey started.

"Thank you for helping me," Ron cut her off. "But as much as I appreciate you doing your job, I don't appreciate you pushing your 'solutions' onto me so aggressively. We already have a method for dealing with my stress, remember? I am the least stressed when I'm left alone. I like accomplishing my goals. I like keeping up with my training and exercise. We've already talked about this at great length, haven't we?"

"We have," Madam Pomfrey sighed out. "But it's not enough, and your latest stay here proves that."

"This ulcer thing… It didn't just spring up randomly, did it?" Ron asked. "I mean, it must have been there for a while, right?"

"You're right," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Over the last few days, I've been through some really tough times," Ron told her. "My stress was at an all time high, I reckon."

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "I was at your house when you collapsed, but I never got the details from your parents."

"The French tried some shady shit, and it all blew up in everyone's faces," Ron shrugged. "I can't give you all the details, but what I can tell you is that I've dealt with it."

"Dealt with it?" Madam Pomfrey asked, and Ron smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"You should read today's paper," Ron replied, the fingers on his right hand cracking loudly. And then read the next few until Poppy 'whore' Abadie is dead. "Suffice to say, I won't be stressed in the coming few days. I just want to enjoy my remaining Break with Daphne."

"And your friends?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Yeah, them too," Ron nodded. "But mostly Daphne." The others don't give me kisses. Wait… Tracey and Pansy do, but I still prefer Daphne's. Speaking of Pansy, I should send her an owl. I haven't heard from her, or Blaise, ever since the Break started.

"Your parents will be here soon," Madam Pomfrey looked to the clock. "When they get here, we can discuss this further."

"There won't be a discussion," Ron said calmly. "I say what happens. No one else."

"Very well," Madam Pomfrey gave a curt nod. "Now, I need you for one last thing."

"Really?" Ron asked. "What can I do for you?"

"Daphne is asleep in the other curtained off bed," Madam Pomfrey said, and Ron stood to full attention.

"What?" Ron asked, his mirth completely gone. "Why?"

"She found you yesterday, and it sent her into shock," Madam Pomfrey replied, and Ron felt a spear of guilt pierce his heart. No… "Don't worry, she just needed her sleep in order to recover. I'm about to wake her up now, and seeing you should help her."

"Let's go, then," Ron said quickly, and then he made his way into Daphne's area.

The moment he stepped past the curtain, he found her sleeping soundly in her bed. Her hair was messy, and there was a bit of drool running down the side of her mouth. Ron was quite jarred to see her so… not prepared. Merlin, how much time does she put into her appearance every morning. I mean, she's still very attractive, but at the same time, her hair is as unkempt as Hermione's.

"Are you done staring at her?" Madam Pomfrey asked from behind him.

"I'll never be done with staring at her," Ron quipped before making his way over to her bedside.

"Of course you'd say that," Madam Pomfrey shook her head lightly.

"How do we wake her up?" Ron asked softly.

"The usual way," Madam Pomfrey gave him a deadpan expression. "This isn't a fairytale, Ronald. Waking up a girl with 'true love's kiss' is considered sexual assault in the real World."

"You're a very sassy woman, you know that, right?" Ron gave her a dull look in return. "I asked a simple question, and you just savaged me in response."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes; she knew that he was trying to get a rise out of her.

Madam Pomfrey gently shook Daphne, and Ron waited eagerly for his girlfriend to wake up. Sadly, Madam Pomfrey's attempts failed, and Daphne turned on her side with a rather boyish grunt. Okay, then.

"Excellent stuff," Ron shook his head at Madam Pomfrey.

"You do it, then," Madam Pomfrey said.

"I might as well," Ron said. "Seeing your boney face first thing after such a harrowing affair… She'll think the Grim Reaper's come for her."

Madam Pomfrey barely stopped herself from stooping to his childish level, and when she pinched her nose in frustration, Ron grinned at her. Ha! Got her!

"I'll bring you two some food," Madam Pomfrey turned to leave.

"Make sure it's actual food, please," Ron said. "Not the mixture of Troll spit and pigeon shit that you usually feed me."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll enjoy this meal," Madam Pomfrey said ominously. Why do I get the feeling that something terrible is about to happen?

Once Madam Pomfrey was gone, Ron became dead serious. Enough jokes. I need to make sure that Daphne is all right. Ron slowly, and very carefully, sat down on Daphne's bed. Now, how do I wake her up without spooking her? I'll do what Madam Pomfrey was doing, but just a little more firmly. Ron put his left hand on her shoulder, and he shook her.

"Daph… It's Ron," Ron whispered. "Wake up, please."

Daphne's eyes slowly opened, and she gave Ron a confused look. There's gunk in her eyes. She can't even see me, can she? And then, her eyes snapped open when she remembered what had happened. Ron jumped a little when she sat up to full attention, her wide-open eyes fixed on him.

"Hello," Ron said lamely, and she quickly pulled him into a hug.

"You're all right!" Daphne sounded both relieved, and terrified.

"I'm all right," Ron hugged her back. "Everything's okay, Daph. I promise."

She clearly didn't believe him because she only tightened her hold on him. She's hurting my neck a little, but I don't mind. I'm just glad that she's not hurt. For the first time since he had woken up, Ron felt tranquil. He didn't feel malicious intent towards his enemies, or annoyance with his Family, or anger with the Veela community. He felt calm. But that all ended when Ron realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under her gown. Oh, Merlin! We shouldn't be so carefree!

"Daphne… I can feel your…" Ron started, but he quickly stopped. Don't say nipples to a girl, you dumb bastard! You'll get slapped across the face!

"What?" Daphne pulled back a little. "What can you feel?" Lie!

"Heartbeat," Ron replied. What?! That was my best?!

Daphne looked thoroughly confused, but she gave him a slow nod. She thinks I'm retarded, doesn't she? Real smooth, Ron. Ron gave her a goofy smile, and then he bumped his forehead against hers. Who cares? She's in good health, and that's all that matters. Daphne suddenly shifted away from Ron, and he saw her trying to fix her hair into place.

"Should I find a mirror?" Ron joked, and Daphne shook her head.

"I wish I woke up before you," Daphne whispered as she wiped the drool off her face. "You… You look well, Ron. I'm really glad."

"Your boyfriend is a tough lad," Ron shrugged. "How are you feeling, though? Madam Pomfrey told me that you went into shock… I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Is this the part where you start feeling guilty over something out of your control?" Daphne asked, she was clearly trying to keep the mood light.

"Have I become predictable?" Ron decided to take her lead.

"No, you still surprise me far too often," Daphne gave him a weak smile, her gaze slowly resting in the space between them. She looks… haunted. Fuck.

Ron reached forward and took her right hand in his, and she gave his hand a tug in response.

"Thank you for saving me," Ron said, and she squeezed his hand tightly.

"I didn't do much," Daphne shrugged weakly. "Lord Black carried you down all by himself."

"Really?" Ron asked. "Sirius managed that?"

"He's stronger than he looks, I suppose," Daphne replied as she wiped her eyes. "You're not wearing your glove, Ron."

"I couldn't find it," Ron told her. "I think mum and dad took it home with them."

"They didn't stay over?" Daphne asked, and then she looked around. "My parents aren't here either."

"I think Madam Pomfrey sent the parents home," Ron replied. "This is, after all, a school, isn't it? Having mourning parents roaming the hallways would be bad for business."

"Are you sure that you're all right?" Daphne asked, and Ron blinked at her. "You sound… distant…"

"I had a nightmare last night," Ron looked down at their joined hands. Damn scar. "I… I'm still thinking about it, despite my best attempts at trying to forget it."

"What happened in your nightmare?" Daphne asked softly. I learned what awaits me if I fail my Cycle, and Merlin help me; I will not end up as the Entity's chew toy.

"It's… complicated…" Ron started. "I was alone at Hogwarts, and someone attacked me. They left me for dead."

"What?" Daphne gave him a worried look. "Why would you dream about something so terrible?"

"I have no idea how dreams work," Ron shrugged. "Anyway… It doesn't matter now. The dream meant nothing whatsoever."

"Ah, you're awake," Madam Pomfrey interrupted them; she had a rather sizeable tray floating behind her. "How are you feeling, Miss. Greengrass?"

"I feel much better now," Daphne replied, while Madam Pomfrey planted the tray on the bed.

Ron eyed the sandwiches hungrily; he hadn't eaten since his date with Daphne. Wait… Is that soup? For breakfast?

"Make sure you finish all of that," Madam Pomfrey gave Daphne a nod, and then she looked to Ron. "The soup is for you."

"It is?" Ron asked slowly.

"For the next week, you're not allowed to eat solid foods," Madam Pomfrey said with a hint of a smile.

"Pardon?" Ron frowned. It's Christmas tonight, and mum is making her roast. I'm not missing out on that.

"This isn't up for debate," Madam Pomfrey said. "Your stomach needs time to recover, or it could get infected. If that happens, then you'll end up right back here in worse shape."

"He will?" Daphne sounded quite alarmed.

"So I have to drink soups for an entire week?" Ron gaped. "Can't you give me some Potions, or something, to fight off the infection?"

"I will, but regardless, you'd be wise to listen to me this time," Madam Pomfrey said. "Plus, if you end up in here again, you won't be able to exercise, or train, or do whatever you plan to do." Damn, she got me there… Ugh! I want actual food.

"Should've just let me die…" Ron muttered under his breath, a rather sour look on his face.

"I didn't catch that," Madam Pomfrey said, and Ron just shook his head.

"I can't eat even one solid meal?" Ron decided to bargain. "It's Christmas tonight, Madam Pomfrey… My mum is cooking up all of her specialties."

"No, and this is not a negotiation," Madam Pomfrey said. "You can, of course, ignore me, but do so at your own peril. Whether you like it, or not, your stomach needs time to recover from such an ordeal."

"He'll follow your advice, I promise," Daphne gave Ron a firm look. Of course she takes Pomfrey's side.

Ron looked down at the red soup, and he grimaced.

"What is this?" Ron asked. "Tomato?"

"Tomato and leek," Madam Pomfrey replied. I hate both… Fantastic.

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Twenty Minutes Later

Daphne hadn't even left crumbs behind, and Ron found himself feeling rather jealous of her right now. She certainly enjoyed her meal, while I had this garbage for breakfast. Fuck this, I'm not drinking soups for a week.

"Did you enjoy the sandwiches?" Ron asked rather politely, and Daphne shot him a sorry look. "You certainly looked like you did…"

"Don't be like that," Daphne gave a nervous chuckle. "The soup didn't look that bad… I mean, you drank it down pretty quickly."

"I'm still hungry," Ron flicked the bowl angrily. "Fucking soups… It's Christmas tonight…"

"If you promise to follow Madam Pomfrey's advice, I'll sneak you one plate of your mum's cooking tonight," Daphne said as poked his leg with her toe. "But only the light looking dishes."

"Really?" Ron's head jerked up. I can still eat something?

"I know you love eating, but this is only temporary, Ron," Daphne tried to cheer him up. "Just one week, and then you can eat as much as you want."

"Fine…" Ron relented; he didn't want to make things harder for Daphne. She might still be in shock, and I'm whining about food? What's wrong with me? "Hey… How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling?" Daphne asked.

"I know that you're bothered by what you saw yesterday," Ron moved the tray onto the side table, and then he planted himself to her right. "Don't you think that we should talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about…" Daphne went back to being haunted. Nice going, Ron. "I… I thought you were dead…"

"It must've been horrible," Ron put his arm around her. Talk to me, Daph.

"It was terrifying," Daphne muttered. "There was so much blood…"

"From the ulcer," Ron figured.

"I woke up because of the smell, you know…" Daphne fidgeted with the sheets. "And then I saw you… You were just lying there in a puddle of blood… I… I'll never forget that…"

"I'm sorry," Ron couldn't help but apologize.

"Don't apologize," Daphne huffed, and Ron was quite taken aback by her frown. "Did you purposefully vomit up blood in order to scare me? Well?"

"Um… No…" Ron replied slowly.

"Then don't apologize," Daphne huffed once again. "Last night, everyone kept asking me if I was alright, and all I wanted to scream was that you were the one who needed help. Not me. I got so worked up that I passed out!" Huh?

"I see," Ron decided to adapt. "Well, I'm sorry that you saw something so terrible. Can I at least be sorry about that?"

Daphne's expression weakened, and she shrunk a little into his side.

"I'm not weak, Ron…" Daphne muttered. "I know you're sick, and I know that you want to 'spare me pain'… But please… Just don't make decisions for me without talking to me first." Does she think that I'll want to break up because of this?

"Okay," Ron gave her a squeeze. "But saying that, you can be strong, and still be scared, Daph… I know you don't like showing any weaknesses, but I won't go around telling people about our personal affairs. I just want to make sure that you're doing better, that's all."

"I am now," Daphne wrapped her arms around his stomach. "Promise me that you'll follow Madam Pomfrey's advice about not eating solid foods."

"I promise," Ron kissed the top of her head. It's just food, and if not eating gives Daphne some peace, then so be it.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Ron found himself drifting back to sleep, but just as his eyes closed, the curtain hiding the bed was split open. Ron and Daphne's parents quickly barged into the small area, and Daphne all but flung herself away from Ron.

"Father," Daphne sat up to attention. Wow…

"You're awake," Mary pulled Daphne into a hug. "Oh, I've been worried sick…"

Lord Greengrass looked rather relieved to see Daphne awake, but he didn't move to hug his daughter like Mary had. As for Ron, his own mother had quickly seized him.

"My poor boy," Molly let out a relieved laugh.

"You're squeezing a little too hard there," Ron said as he felt his back crack. "Mum… Please…"

"Molly, ease up a little," Arthur said as he ruffled Ron's hair. "He's just had surgery, remember?"

"Are you in pain?" Molly pulled back, a concerned look on her face. "My word… You're so pale… Poppy, is he meant to be this pale?"

"His color has returned to normal," Madam Pomfrey told the scared mother. "Both of them are doing much better now, I promise. Please, let them get dressed, and then meet me in the Headmaster's Office. I need to grab a few things from Severus' lab." Professor Snape? Wait… Is she referring to this Potion that she wants me to be on?

"I brought you a suit," Arthur told Ron. "It's the silver one from your trunk."

"You went in my trunk?" Ron felt his chest tighten. Salazar's notes, Dumbledore's pouch, and the Magic Permits are in there! Good Lord, I feel faint. My precious secrets…

"Um… No, your friend Theodore fetched this for me," Arthur couldn't help but notice the panic in Ron's voice. "I don't know much about suits, and you didn't bring any casual clothes home. Oh, and I brought your glove as well."

"I like suits," Ron said, making sure to hide his relief. Still, Theo probably saw everything in there. I'll have to talk to him. "I'll take that suit now, and once I'm changed, we can go home."

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Ten Minutes Later

Ron had noticed that Lord Greengrass was keeping his distance from Daphne, but at the same time, he wasn't giving her the cold shoulder. Ron figured that Lord Greengrass felt guilty over trying to hit her yesterday, but like all 'Lords', he had no idea on how to apologize to someone. If I were Daphne, I'd chase him down in order to squash any future problems. Right now, he's feeling guilty, and that's a rare opportunity to exploit. He'd probably buy her a mansion if she asked. Okay, that's an over exaggeration, but still, she ought to confront him now if she wants anything.

"Ron?" Lord Greengrass noticed him staring. "Why are you staring at me?" Uh-oh. Caught in the act.

"You have really alluring eyes," Ron smirked, and Lord Greengrass cocked an eyebrow. "A strong, masculine jawline to boot-"

"Ronald," Molly clicked her tongue, while Mary and Arthur hid their amusement.

"Thank you," Lord Greengrass looked back ahead. Ha! He actually accepted that? You're in, Ron.

"Okay, I'm ready," Daphne said as she stepped out of girls' toilets.

"Then let's head up to Dumbledore's Office," Lord Greengrass was the first to get moving.

Daphne gave her mother a meaningful look, and Mary simply smiled sadly in return. Something is definitely happening here. The whole group followed after Lord Greengrass, and Daphne subtly slipped herself by Ron's side. Ron shot her a quick smile, one that she returned half-heartedly. I wonder how long it will take her to get over what she saw yesterday? I mean, I'm being possessed by a God older than Time, but I'm already over it. But then again, I'm probably clinically insane at this point.

They found Pomfrey waiting for them by the Stone Gargoyle, and when she saw them approaching, she gave the Gargoyle its password.

"What's that?" Ron noticed the metal pole on wheels by her side.

"This is an IV pole," Madam Pomfrey replied, and Ron's parents exchanged looks.

"Ah, for the Potions that you want me on," Ron nodded. "So… I just carry this around all day? How do I explain this to my siblings?" This is so stupid. I'm not using that thing, nor am I taking any Potions.

"Actually, Ron…" Arthur shot a quick look back, while Molly signaled Lord and Lady Greengrass to follow her. Oh… Oh, no…

Ron watched the Greengrasses usher Daphne up the spiral staircase, and she managed to shoot Ron a rather worried look before disappearing from sight. She's figured it out as well… Fuck me. Ron, who wasn't exactly an idiot, already knew what this odd behavior meant. They fucking told them… They told them a day before Christmas.

"I'll be waiting upstairs," Madam Pomfrey excused herself, while Arthur turned around with a sorry look.

Ron made sure to wait until Madam Pomfrey was out of sight, and the moment she was, Ron frowned at his father.

"You told them?" Ron asked, making sure to control his tone. "A day before Christmas, dad?"

"They found the blood in your room, Ron," Arthur sighed out, and Ron cringed a little. Damn! They would never let such a thing go.

"But a day before Christmas?" Ron rubbed his forehead. "Seriously?"

"I'm done lying to them, Ron," Arthur said, his shoulders squaring up. "I am their father as much as yours, and I've been neglecting them for too long."

"Now he notices his neglect," Ron's face tightened with rage, but he quickly drew in a deep breath. Control, Ron… Don't go down that road again. "Sorry… I'm sorry… Shouldn't have said that…"

Arthur gave Ron an understanding look, and he quietly watched as Ron began pacing. They're probably waiting for me at home… All of them. The moment I step through the fireplace, they'll corner me. They'll demand answers, and accuse me of being a liar. They'll spill all of their emotions on me, which in turn will stress me to no end. Merlin, I wish I could stop caring about these people. It would make my life so much easier.

"Ron?" Arthur called for the fifth time, and Ron broke out of his thoughts. "Son, it's not that bad… They were shaken, very shaken, but when I got home last night, I found them sitting with Bill in the Living Room. He was teaching them about your condition. He was teaching them how to help you. They want nothing more than to be there for you."

"Yes, I'm sure they do," Ron swallowed his anger. One more thing out of my control. "Now that they know about my illness, they'll definitely want to help…"

"So… What's the issue?" Arthur blinked.

"The issue is that they don't mean it," Ron kept pacing, and Arthur just stared at him. "I mean, when they didn't know about my illness, they treated me like shit! The twins happily set me up to take the fall for their actions, Ginny genuinely despised me, and the rest never bothered to say hello unless they wanted something. But no… Now they 'care'… Now they want to be there for me…"

"You really think they're just helping you because they feel like they must?" Arthur couldn't believe this.

"I don't think it, I know it," Ron replied. "Dad, on the day of the Gala, Ginny slapped me so hard across the face that she split the skin on my cheek."

"What?" Arthur went wide-eyed. "What?!"

"Yeah," Ron 'laughed'. "I bought her a forty Galleon dress, and she slapped me in the face. And do you know why she did this? Because the twins and I were having a fight, and I wasn't just bending over and letting them fuck me. I was fighting back for a change, and although I crossed a line that I'm not comfortable with, she had no right to hit me and call me a 'traitor'. That's right, she still enjoys calling me a traitor whenever she thinks that I'm not being Gryffindor enough."

"Why didn't you tell your mother and I this?" Arthur felt the urge to sit Ginny down for a long lecture. "Merlin… She wasn't wearing an expensive dress at the Gala…" Finally noticed it, did you?

"The only reason I'm telling you now is because I want to prove to you that their 'help' is not genuine," Ron shook his head. "Now, I have to put up with their nonsense when I get home… 'Oh, Ron, I'm so sad that you're dying'… Bah…" That's just what I need today: more people crawling up my arse. "First the soup thing, and now this…" Fuck you, Fate, you golden tart! You ruined my Christmas on purpose, didn't you?

Ron released a shaky breath, and he felt himself calm down a little now that he had vented. Ron drew in a few deep breaths for good measure, and he tried to think of a way to skip the 'heart-to-heart' with his siblings. Annoying. Just bloody annoying, and inconvenient. I was hoping to read Salazar's notes today, but I guess that's off the table. Oh, and how am I supposed to check up on Priscilla when my siblings will be following me around all day? And then there's the Christmas dinner… Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom are attending, and someone is sure to give away my health issues.

Ron ran his hand through his hair; he could feel the tidal wave of blood building up again. His head felt heavier and heavier, and when he turned and cracked his neck, his entire body relaxed on the spot. The Potion… Madam Pomfrey's Potion. If I'm completely out of it, I won't care one bit about them nagging me. I can stay on this Potion until Midday, and once it wears off, I'll sneak off to visit Priscilla. After that, I'll get ready for Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom. They'll probably find out about my health from the others, but if I can play my cards right, I can maybe get something out of them both. Dammit, I hate being forced to improvise like this.

"Ron?" Arthur shook him, and Ron was ripped out of his thoughts.

"What is it?" Ron asked with a worried look. Why are you shaking me?

"Those Potions from last night…" Arthur sighed out. "They're still affecting you…"

"Pardon?" Ron blinked.

"You keep spacing out on me," Arthur explained. Yeah, that's sort of my thing.

"Please let go," Ron said dully, and Arthur did so with a nod. "Look, if you've told them already, then there's nothing to be done. Let's just go home, all right?" But not before I have that Potion.

Arthur followed his son up the spiral staircase, and he wondered if it was all right to take Ron home just yet. As they entered Dumbledore's Office, Ron spotted the old wizard sitting behind his desk. He's already dressed in those lavish robes? It's so early, though…

"Sorry for the wait, Dumbledore," Arthur said, but the Headmaster simply smiled at Ron.

"How do you feel, Ronald?" Dumbledore asked.

"I feel much better, Headmaster," Ron gave him a greeting nod. "Thank you."

"He seems a little distant," Arthur told Madam Pomfrey, and Ron fought the urge to give him a bored look.

"I also noticed that this morning," Madam Pomfrey said, and Ron gave her a curious look. Really? Am I actually acting off? "But it's all right, he's made a rather surprising recovery. He's fine to go home now."

"Have you talked to him about the Potion?" Molly asked Madam Pomfrey.

"What's this Potion?" Daphne asked once again, her eyes fixed on the dark purple bag.

"It's a some new method of treating stress," Ron told her.

"With this, Ron will be administered a sedative all day long," Madam Pomfrey explained. "It will keep him calm for the remainder of the day."

"That doesn't look like the Calming Draught to me," Daphne pointed out.

"It's an experimental brew," Mary said. "And I still think that it's too potent. The ingredients alone… He'll be hallucinating before long…" Hallucinating?

"Um… What?" Ron blinked. Is she right? Should I still drink it?

"This Potion will release dopamine in his brain, which will help him stay stress-free," Madam Pomfrey corrected. "He will probably spend the day laughing, or at worst, sleeping. But saying that, I must admit that I understand your worries. These are powerful ingredients, but my colleague has assured me that his patients responded well to this treatment."

"It is optional, of course," Dumbledore stated. "If Ronald doesn't wish to partake, then the school's hands are tied."

"He'll have it," Molly said, and then she looked to Ron. "Won't you?" Fuck it; what's the worst that could happen? If I fall asleep, I'll at least miss out on being pestered.

"Fine…" Ron pretended to relent. Just give me enough to last me until Midday.

Madam Pomfrey and Daphne were rather surprised to see Ron relent so quickly, while the rest looked quite relieved. Dumbledore's still smiling at me, but I can tell that he didn't expect me to partake. Sorry, Headmaster, but I deserve at least one day to myself after the year I've had.

"Are you sure?" Madam Pomfrey asked, and Ron gave her a nod.

Madam Pomfrey shot a look towards Arthur, and then she pulled out a small vial with the same dark purple Potion in it. She handed it to Ron, who looked at the thick liquid with a critical eye. Looks rather ominous, doesn't it?

"This is only a spoon full, but it will hit you very suddenly," Madam Pomfrey told him. "You might feel a little nauseous, and if you do, you must alert us. The rest of the Potion will be administered via needle in your left forearm. Every hour, the drip will allow three drops of this Potion to enter your bloodstream. This way, the consumption is limited, but we still get the benefits. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Ron kept his resolve.

"Then take a seat, please," Madam Pomfrey said as she walked back to the IV pole. "Let's get this all set up first, and then you can take the dose from the vial."

---

Five Minutes Later

"Do you feel any different?" Daphne whispered, she was sitting with Ron while the adults spoke with Madam Pomfrey.

"Not really," Ron replied. "Maybe it wasn't enough?" It was hard to drink down, but I don't even feel sick. I feel perfectly normal.

"I think we should tell Madam Pomfrey that it wasn't enough," Daphne whispered, and Ron eyed the golden tiara around her head. Woah, that's really pretty. She looks like a fairy princess right now. She wasn't wearing that before, was she?

Ron suddenly realized that Daphne's golden hair was glowing, and her dark sapphire eyes had never been brighter. He was left in awe, and he could do little but stare. Wow… She's really beautiful… There was no pressure in his head anymore, and he could feel a tingle running throughout his entire body.

"Ron, are you there?" Daphne eyed his lazy smile with confusion.

"You're awesome, Daph," Ron mumbled, his smile growing.

"Um… Madam Pomfrey!" Daphne called, and Madam Pomfrey quickly walked over. "I think it's working… Look at him."

"Ronald?" Madam Pomfrey gently turned his head towards hers.

"Hmmm?" Ron hummed. "What is it?"

"How do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Good," Ron shrugged. "A little lightheaded, actually." This room is so bright. Look at that incense smoke in the air. It's just floating about, and it's so... beautiful.

Ron felt like his head was swirling about, which in turn was causing his vision to blur. I feel dizzy. What's going on here? Is the Potion working on me? Bloody hell, it's really weird… I feel like I'm floating.

"This is not right," Mary shook her head. "Look at him, Poppy. He's gone loopy." Mary is actually seen as a queen by her Garden Faeries. That's pretty damn cool. Wish someone would see me as his or her queen. Wait… What?

"I feel fine," Ron blew raspberries. "No need to worry about me."

"He will settle down in about an hour," Madam Pomfrey said. "Until then, keep your eyes on him at all times."

"There are so many interesting curios in this Office," Ron stood up and looked around. "What are those silver balls for?"

"They emit the incense, Ronald," Dumbledore explained with twinkling eyes. Look at how fabulous his clothes are! Gold, royal purple, and extremely fine stich work. He's got style!

"You wear really nice clothes, Headmaster," Ron complimented, and Dumbledore let out a chuckle. "Who's your tailor?"

"Oh, heavens," Molly Weasley visibly cringed.

"Grab his IV pole, and help him through the floo," Madam Pomfrey instructed. "Remember to enforce the rules that we talked about."

"Come on, son," Arthur said as he grabbed the IV pole, making sure to secure the drip attached to Ron's left forearm.

"How do we get the pole through the fireplace?" Ron asked his father. "Sideways? Yeah, sideways should work."

"You go first," Arthur said to Ron. "Molly, prepare the floo please."

"Look at how crazy some of these instruments look, dad," Ron said with awe. "Merlin, if your Muggle shed was anything like this, I'd spend all my spare time in there. Oh, and look at Fawkes, dad… He looks so powerful."

Ron eyed the Phoenix's glowing red feathers, an almost worshiper-like look about him. He's actually glowing like a fire! Why isn't the Phoenix Gryffindor's House Animal? Fawkes would make for a great mascot!

"Are all Phoenixes like Fawkes, Headmaster?" Ron asked in a distracted voice. "Where did you find Fawkes?"

"That is a very long story, my boy," Dumbledore was both amused, and bothered, by Ron's current state.

"I've got time," Ron made for his usual chair, but his father gently pulled him back.

"Ron, maybe some other time, all right?" Arthur whispered as he shot Dumbledore a sorry look. Why is he thinking that I'm bothering the old man? We're mates.

"Floo is ready," Molly stepped aside.

"Aren't we going with them?" Daphne asked her parents, who hadn't moved to leave yet.

"No, love, we're going home first," Mary replied, and Daphne shot Ron a pouty look.

"I'll be in the Living Room," Ron smiled and waved at her. "I'll wait for you! We'll meet again soon, I promise!"

Daphne gaped at Ron's over excitement, while Dumbledore barely bit back a laugh.

"Don't let him out of your sight," Madam Pomfrey said to a confused looking Arthur.

"Yeah… Sure…" Arthur kept his gaze on Ron, who jumped through the fireplace after waving at Daphne again. Home sweet home!

Ron looked around the empty Living Room, and he was rather amazed to find such peace within the Burrow. Golden beams of light were coming through the oddly shaped windows. The smells of a baking oven and hearty breakfast were heavy in the air. Ron felt his entire body relax as he took in the serene ambience, this is just what he needed. Is this a dream? Am I about to get jumped by the Entity? Ron looked around quickly, making sure that all the exits were clear. Safe.

"Ronnie?" Molly called from the fireplace; she was just watching his odd behavior with a worried look. "Love, what are you looking for?"

"For something that would ruin this amazing ambience," Ron replied.

"Ambience?" Arthur fixed the pole in place, and then turned off the floo jump.

"Look at how utterly peaceful it is in this room!" Ron said excitedly. Damn, I feel good! My body's buzzing, and I feel really relaxed. "Golden light, the smell of good food, and the Warming Charm… Just amazing!"

"Ron, why don't you take a seat?" Arthur asked gently, and Ron did as he was told.

"And look at that tree," Ron stared at the decorated Christmas tree in the corner. "Look at all those decorations! There are green and red bells everywhere! Look at it! That's a good fucking tree!"

"Ronald!" Molly was horrified by her son's vulgar language, while Arthur was genuinely jarred by Ron's happy mood.

"Can I go sit outside?" Ron asked. "I bet the air out there is perfectly crisp. Yeah, I'm definitely heading outside."

Ron stood back up, grabbed his pole, and headed for the exit.

"Ron, wait," Arthur followed after his son. "It's freezing out there! Merlin, what is that Potion doing to you?"

Ron pushed himself outside, and the cold wind hit him hard. Bloody hell, that's so cold! It feels great, though!

"Damn, I'll be out here all day," Ron went to find a bench, but Arthur guided him back inside the house. "Dad? What is it?"

"You can't stay out in the cold after your surgery, Ron," Arthur said. "Just take a seat, and let your mother feed you something warm."

"Can I please have solid food?" Ron asked as Arthur helped him into a chair.

"Sorry, Ron, but soups only," Molly gave him a pitiful look.

"But it's Christmas," Ron whined.

"Daphne told me that you promised to follow Madam Pomfrey's advice," Molly shot a quick look towards Arthur, watching Ron behave this way was jarring.

It was like he was a toddler again.

"Ah, she told you," Ron smiled in a smitten manner. "She's really thorough, isn't she?"

"Yes…" Molly nodded slowly, and then she walked over to the stove. "What kind of soup do you want, Ron?"

"Anything is fine with me," Ron shrugged. "If you're making it, it's bound to be delicious, mum." Hehe, get some good points with mum. That'll pay off later.

"You're back," came Theo's voice, and Ron quickly looked to the staircase.

"My friend!" Ron all but yelled out, and Theo's jaw dropped open. "Come and sit with me!"

"Did the Brain-Damage get worse?" Theo swallowed thickly as he looked to Arthur.

"What?" Ron laughed. "What the fuck, Theo? I just want to spend some time with you. Don't be that way… Come over here!"

"Ron, please don't cuss so much," Molly sighed from the stove. "Arthur, say something to him, please."

"You shouldn't swear so openly, son," Arthur still couldn't wrap his head around this version of Ron.

"I swear a lot because I'm always hurting," Ron said with a weak tone, and then he suddenly grinned at a jarred Theo. "Sit down, mate! Why are you making me wait?! You damn tease!"

Theo's jarred expression slowly became bewildered, and he took a seat by Ron's side. His eyes scanned the IV pole carefully, and when Ron detected a hint of worry in Theo's eyes, he put his hand on Theo's shoulder.

"It's alright," Ron tried his best to sound comforting. "There's nothing to worry about, brother. I'll be back to normal before you know it." I'm so good at comforting people. I should ask for money. I'd make billions of Galleons!

"What's in that bag?" Theo asked the adults. "I've never seen a Potion like that before."

"Some new blend," Ron sniggered. Why am I laughing? "It's got everything in it! Calming Draught, Sleeping Draught, Draught of Peace, Infusion of Wormwood, and Syrup of Herbivore!"

"Syrup of Hellebore?" Theo looked to Arthur.

"That's what I said," Ron patted Theo's back. "But enough about me… How are you?! Are you enjoying your stay at the Burrow? I know I've been distant lately, but you know me… I get busy, and I become really antisocial. But that's just an excuse, I know! I'm here now, and we can spend the entire day together. What do you want to do, Theo? Whatever it is, I'm already in."

Theo processed all of those words, and then he shook his head.

"That Potion's made you loopy, hasn't it?" Theo asked.

"Yes," Ron smiled widely. "Say, Theo… Did you always have such nice eyelashes?"

"Huh?" Theo blinked, and Ron looked into Theo's eyes intently. Look at them! They're so long, and in a weird way, pretty.

"How do you not have a girlfriend?" Ron chuckled. "You're really handsome."

Molly shot another look back at Ron, and then she looked to her baffled husband.

"Thanks…" Theo just stared back at Ron.

"Are you the only one awake?" Ron asked. "Is Draco up? If so, call him down here. I like annoying him."

"Ron, don't be mischievous," Arthur sighed out, he didn't want Draco Malfoy suffering anymore than he already was.

"It's our dynamic, dad," Ron rolled his eyes. "He says hurtful things to me, and I say hurtful things to him, but in a weird sort of way, we're mates now. Theo, tell my parents about Draco."

"They're mates," Theo said slowly, he was studying Ron closely. "This is really bizarre…" Keep looking at me like that, Theo, and I'll bloody blush.

"You can say that again," Arthur mumbled before taking his own seat. "Ron, how do you feel up there?"

"Up there? Like in my brain?" Ron asked, and Arthur gave a nod. "Tortured. Tired. Scared. Generally rage-filled to the point of committing cold-blooded murder without a second thought." Entity! Are you in there?! Talk to me, bitch!

Arthur said nothing, but his mouth hung open. Too far?

"I feel good, dad," Ron groaned. "Don't be so angsty."

"Angsty?" Arthur looked quite taken aback.

"Anxious, scared, nervous, stressed, and so forth," Ron waved his hands about. "I feel perfectly fine. If anything, I feel way better than I usually do. This Potion is awesome." I should have it all the fucking time. "Mum, is my soup ready yet?"

"Oh, yes," Molly looked back to the pot. "Give me a minute, dear."

"Take all the time you need," Ron said as he noticed that she was holding her back with her spare hand. Back pains. "Dad, you didn't help mum with her back?"

"Oh… With your surgery, we sort of forgot about it," Arthur looked to Molly, while Ron's entire demeanor changed.

"You forgot?" Ron asked coldly, and everyone immediately looked to him. "You forgot to help your own wife? Is that what I'm supposed to believe?" How can one man be so fucking incompetent? Huh? Tell me that. "Do I 'forget' about such things when I'm busy? It's not that hard to make a damn effort."

"What is happening?" Theo muttered under his breath, while Molly and Arthur exchanged quick looks.

Ron suddenly noticed something shining out of the corner of his vision, and he immediately looked to it. It was the Weasley Clock, and Ron found himself in awe of the Charmwork behind it. It can track all of us! Look at that! We're all home right now!

"How did you make that clock, mum?" Ron asked quickly. "You reckon you could teach me the Charmwork needed for something like this?" I could keep track of my friends during the war! If anyone falls into mortal peril, I'll know immediately!

"Um… Sure, love…" Molly replied.

"Isn't that impressive, Theo?" Ron gestured to the clock. "Who even comes up with something like this?"

"Your mother?" Theo 'replied'.

"Exactly," Ron beamed. "You get it!" He's so smart!

"Uh-huh…" Theo felt dreadful seeing Ron like this.

This person was not Ron; he was some weird mockery of the redheaded wizard.

"Here you go," Molly put a bowl of soup down in front of Ron. "Chicken and corn soup."

"Thanks," Ron smiled lazily as he began drinking it down.

"Ron, that's hot!" Molly squealed, but Ron couldn't care less. "Circe help us… Mary was right about this Potion, Arthur. He shouldn't be on it."

"Do you really think Mary knows more about Potions than Madam Pomfrey?" Ron sniggered. "No, she doesn't. Madam Pomfrey is like the Goddess of Healing Magic, whereas Mary treats Potions and Herbology as a 'hobby'. Aren't hobbies stupid? People should have goals, not hobbies."

"Isn't training your hobby?" Theo asked, and Ron felt his brain melt. He got me there… Am I a hypocrite? Wait, why am I surprised? I've already established that to be true.

"Want to train later, Theo?" Ron asked out of the blue.

"I can't use Magic," Theo replied quickly.

"Hmmm," Ron started smiling widely. "Can't use Magic, eh?"

"It's the Holidays, Ron," Theo reminded his friend. I've got a permit that says otherwise, cunt. You can't weasel out of training anymore.

"We'll see," Ron started sniggering. "Oh, we'll see…"

---

Daphne Greengrass' POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (Greengrass Manor – Early Morning)

"C'mon, Tori!" Daphne knocked on the girl's door again.

"I'm coming! Merlin…" Tori scoffed from behind the door. "Just give me a minute! I want to look nice today!"

"Who is she trying to impress?" Daphne huffed as she began pacing again.

"She's been shooting looks at Draco," Tracey yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Pardon?

"Draco? Malfoy?" Daphne stopped pacing. No, that's not happening. Ever.

"Is there any other Draco that you know?" Tracey gave a tired smirk.

"Why are you calling him 'Draco', now?" Daphne couldn't help but ask. "He's not our friend, Tracey. Keep him at arm's length."

"Ice-Queen strikes again," Tracey sniggered. Good advice is wasted on her… "I'm not in the habit of treating people like garbage, that's all. He was a prick, but lately, he's been different. So, I'm treating him differently. It's simple, really."

"He's only pretending to be different because he doesn't want Ron on his case," Daphne pointed out. "You know better, Tracey… You can't trust this person."

"Just because I use his given name doesn't mean that I trust him," Tracey shrugged. "You're too cautious for your own good, Daph. It makes you come across as cold to outsiders."

"Whatever," Daphne decided to change the subject. She got there… Damn. "What's taking her so long?"

"Didn't your father teach you that patience is a virtue?" Tracey asked. "Ron will still be at the Burrow when we get there. Just relax, please."

"You didn't see how… weird… he was before he jumped through the floo," Daphne stopped pacing. "He was staring at my forehead like there was something there, and then he started smiling from ear to ear… It was weird." Merlin only knows how he's behaving with his Family right now. "And he called me 'awesome'… Awesome, Trace?"

"I'm here!" Tori announced as she stepped out of her room. "So? How do I look?"

Daphne eyed the black, swing-party dress, and then she eyed the bright Christmas patterns all over the frock. I can see her knees!

"Tori… That's a little… revealing…" Daphne blinked at her sister. She does look really pretty, though.

"You think Ron will notice?" Tori smirked, and Daphne lost the last shred of mirth she had left.

"Careful," Daphne all but growled.

"Wow," Tracey held back a laugh. "Tori, that's a really cute dress! Where did you get it?"

"I found it in a brochure," Tori did a quick swirl, her frock flying around her. "I've been saving it for Christmas!"

"Looking to catch any boys under the mistletoe?" Tracey asked Tori.

"Tracey, that's my little sister," Daphne frowned. "Don't fill her head with this nonsense."

"I've got a list!" Tori replied in a giggle, and Daphne was a little horrified to hear that. A list? Father needs to know about this improper behavior. "Pansy and I made one together!" PANSY!

Thinking of Pansy reminded her that Pansy hadn't returned any of her owls. It's really weird because she sent the first owl, and then, she never responded. I should tell Ron about this. He might figure out what's happening.

"Earth to Daphne," Tori waved in Daphne's face.

"Don't do that," Daphne scolded as she broke out of her thoughts. "It's very disrespectful, Astoria."

"We're waiting on you," Tori rolled her eyes. "Let's go!" What? I was waiting on you!

Tori and Tracey began walking towards the stairs, and Daphne fought the urge to glare at their backs. Why does Tracey always take Astoria's side? She's making my duty as an elder sibling so much harder. Daphne followed after the two girls, all the while making sure that her own dress was in place. It's a bit more form fitting than I remember, but I should be fine. I'm sure Ron will like how it looks. They made their way down the stairs, and then, into the Living Room. Their parents were already waiting by the fireplace, as was Ron's man-sized gift. The P-12 Auror Trainer… This thing looked really intimidating without the red wrapping paper.

"Look at all three of you," Mrs. Davis beamed. "Don't they look amazing, James?"

"Certainly," Mr. Davis agreed without even looking. Father and he seem to be discussing something important.

"Daphne, that dress is a little too revealing," her mother said with a raised eyebrow. Mine?! Look at Astoria's! Mine only hugs my body, while she's showing skin!

"Ron bought me this dress for Christmas," Daphne said defensively. "I'm not changing."

"Mary, she looks gorgeous," Mrs. Davis rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a prude."

Mary sighed and shook her head, while Mrs. Davis shot Daphne a wink. Thanks.

"I'll ready the floo," Mary said as she walked over to the fireplace.

"How are you girls doing?" Mrs. Davis asked them. "Excited for Christmas?"

"It's going to be so awkward," Tori sniggered.

"Pardon?" Mrs. Davis blinked.

"Ron's siblings all know the truth now, and they weren't exactly happy to hear it," Tracey explained. "Tori's just excited about the awkwardness because she is hell-spawn."

"Oh," Mrs. Davis muttered. "Well… Just stay out of trouble, all right?"

"Will do," Tracey gave a mock salute.

"Floo's ready, everyone," Mary said. "James, can you please grab that doll?"

"That doll cost one-hundred and fifty Galleons," Tracey whispered to Daphne. I know. Splitting the price between seven people was definitely the right call.

Mr. and Mrs. Davis went through first, followed by Mary and Astoria, and then Tracey. Just as Daphne was about to go through, her father stopped her.

"May I speak with you?" her father asked as he rested his hand on her shoulder. That's his 'command' voice. He's not really asking me a question, is he?

"Of course, father," Daphne replied calmly. Is he going to yell at me? Merlin, I wish mother was still here.

"Let's go take a seat," her father guided her to the nearest couch.

They both sat down together, and Daphne mentally prepared herself for every scenario. Just be calm and collected, Daphne. Show him that you have composure, and are articulate even during confrontations. You can do this.

"Things between us have become unsteady lately," Sebastian started rather professionally. "We haven't been able to communicate our points of view to each other, and that has caused a rift between us. I don't like this rift, Daphne. I cannot teach you how to build this Family's future if we are unable to communicate. Do you understand?"

"I do," Daphne replied promptly.

"Good," Sebastian gave a nod. "I was wrong to lash out at you in such a manner yesterday. You are a woman now, and I can no longer raise my hand against you. I am sorry." Wow, he really means that? Don't smile, Daphne!

"I accept your apology, father," Daphne's lips quirked up a little. Damn, it just feels too nice to know that he's no longer angry with me. "I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have run off like that. I know I scared you, mother, and Astoria, and none of you deserved that."

Sebastian said nothing, but he did give a curt nod.

"As long as you understand that, we can move forward," Sebastian said. "But saying that, you will never do something like this again. It is not safe out there, Daphne, and I don't want to lose you. You have to be smarter than that."

"I know," Daphne agreed. "I won't do something like this again."

"Then we're done here," Sebastian gave a Daphne a quick smile.

"Before we go, though, do you promise not to cut me out of my own deals again?" Daphne asked. I know I'm being bold here, but I don't want this to happen again.

"I'll give you more independence from now on," Sebastian agreed.

"Thank you, father," Daphne gave a grateful smile.

"Let's go," Sebastian stood up, and Daphne followed suit. "I'm sure Ron is waiting for you by the fireplace like an eager pet."

"Father," Daphne gave her father a dull look.

"A joke," Sebastian smirked. "It was just a joke." Well, it wasn't very funny. Ron's not like that at all.

Daphne followed her father through the fireplace, and she immediately saw Ron waiting by the fireplace.

"You're here!" Ron beamed, and Sebastian 'cleared his throat'. "Did you get ash in your mouth, Lord Greengrass? Happens to me all the time."

"Good to see you on your feet again, Ron," Sebastian gave Ron a nod.

"He's being very formal, but in truth, he loves me," Ron 'whispered' to Daphne, who just stared at Ron in disbelief. What is this? What's wrong with him? He's so… hyper.

"The Potion seems to be working," Sebastian cocked an eyebrow at Ron.

"Yeah, but carrying this thing around is so annoying," Ron sighed dramatically. "Can't even take a piss without-"

"Ron, let's go over there," Daphne took Ron's arm, while Sebastian frowned at Ron's vulgarity.

"Okay," Ron agreed, and Daphne gently tugged him towards Astoria, Tracey, and Theo.

"Merlin, I've seen those in Muggle hospitals," Tracey eyed the IV pole. "I'm really sorry about this, Ron."

"It is what it is," Ron smiled lazily. "Merry Christmas, by the way."

"Yeah, merry Christmas, Ron," Tracey said slowly, Daphne was right about Ron being weird on this Potion.

"You wore the dress I got you," Ron turned his smile towards Daphne. "It looks great!"

"Thanks," Daphne forgot about Ron being weird. "It's not too form fitting, is it?" Go on, have a look.

"No," Ron looked her over. "Looks great." He didn't even look properly… "Did you get me a butler for Christmas?"

"Butler?" Daphne blinked. "No, Ron… We got you-"

"Shhhh," Tracey shushed. "Don't tell him." Oh, please. He knows already. He's not a moron.

"I was just pulling Daphne's leg," Ron chuckled. "I know what's in there. I'm actually tempted to take off this drip and test it out! You guys are the best!"

"We have our moments," Theo smirked.

"How did you know that I wanted an Auror Trainer?" Ron asked.

"You told us about it extensively," Daphne reminded him.

"Oh, I did," Ron remembered. "That thing is so dangerous!"

"It certainly looked menacing enough," Tori said. "They kept it hidden behind the tree, so it looked like someone was peeping on our Family."

"Where are your siblings?" Daphne asked Ron. "Or the Trio?"

"Still asleep," Ron replied. "They were all up late last night reading up on my conditions. They'll all be 'experts' now." Which means that they'll just nag Ron with what he ought to be doing. That won't go over well for anyone involved. "I need to go sit down. I feel really lightheaded all of a sudden."

"We can go in the Kitchen," Tracey said as she looked to the adults. "Tori, why don't you join us until Luna gets here?"

"All right!" Tori agreed quickly.

"Watch the drip," Ron said as he carefully navigated the IV pole. "We'll be in the Kitchen!"

"I'll make you all some breakfast," Molly quickly joined them.

Daphne walked right behind Ron, her eyes fixed on the bag of dark purple Potion. It was hanging off of the pole, and there was a long drip attached to it, which disappeared into Ron's left sleeve. He was walking rather timidly, always making sure that the pole was by his side. It wasn't a sight that Daphne particularly liked. She enjoyed Ron's rare jolly moods, but this was almost upsetting. I hate that he has to take these Potions. This one seems worse than the Calming Draught. Ron sat down in his usual chair, and he quickly tugged Daphne into the chair by his side.

"That dress is perfect," Ron whispered, a sly grin on his face. "I hope you didn't get in trouble for it, though. I know how your parents can be."

"Oh, mother wasn't too please, but father said nothing," Daphne felt oddly vindicated.

"Well, your boyfriend approves," Ron sniggered.

"I'm sure he does," Daphne smiled a little. "My father apologized to me this morning."

"Really?" Ron whispered. "That's good, right?"

"I apologized as well, and we decided to move on," Daphne whispered. "He says he'll give me more independence, but only if I promise not to pull another stunt like yesterday."

"I see…" Ron said slowly.

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"Well, I was hoping to sneak off to go see the Orphanage today," Ron whispered. "I thought that you'd like to come along."

"I'll ask permission," Daphne whispered back.

"What if they say no?" Ron asked.

"We'll convince them, Ron," Daphne replied. "I don't want to sneak off again. I made a promise to father just five minutes ago."

"All right," Ron relented.

"What are you two talking about?" Tori asked them, and both Ron and Daphne shot her confused looks. "Do you two always start whispering to each other like this?"

"They do," Tracey confirmed, and Daphne cocked an eyebrow. "It's very hurtful."

"Jealous?" Ron asked as he leaned back in his chair. There goes our private conversation. Damn you, Tori.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Morning)

Ron finished washing out his mouth; he had ended up vomiting for some reason. One minute he had been fine, and the next, he had to run up the stairs in order to reach the toilet bowl in time. His breakfast, and the Potion, had just been flushed away forever.

"Ron, are you alright in there?" came his mother's voice.

"I'm all right, mum," Ron replied. "Just give me a minute, please." Bloody hell, that was not fun. I vomit way too often, I think.

Ron looked up at his reflection, and for a moment, he thought that his eyes were red. I'm still hallucinating. Merlin, I honestly thought that Tori had Faery feathers on her back. I'm seeing the craziest shite because of this 'new brew'. Ron quickly looked at his Rolex, and since it was only half-past eight, he decided to keep the needle in for now. I'll take it out Midday, and once I've recovered, I'll get on with my day. The moment they hand the P-12 over to me, I'm taking it for a spin!

Ron opened the door to the bathroom, and he immediately came face to face with his mother.

"Was your ear against the door?" Ron asked with a bemused expression, a giggle escaping his mouth. "What if I was taking a-?"

"Don't finish that sentence," Molly clicked her tongue. "I was just worried about you. You sounded like you were very sick."

"I feel better now," Ron promised. "Less lightheaded." Her fucking hair is on fire! Actually, her hair is made of fire… Woah.

Ron shook his head clear, and Molly gave him a sorry look.

"Maybe we should take this Potion off?" Molly suggested.

"I already plan to," Ron decided to use this opportunity. She can't tell me off if it's her choice as well. "Come Midday, and I'll take this needle out of my arm."

"All right," Molly dried the side of his mouth with a clean handkerchief. "Go on downstairs, love. Your friends are no doubt biting away their nails."

"Ha! Unlikely," Ron sniggered.

"It is good to hear you laugh so much, though," Molly gave a nostalgic smile.

"I don't even know why I'm laughing," Ron shrugged. "Just comes out of me. It does feel nice, don't get me wrong, but it's very random."

Ron made his way down the Hallway, his IV pole rolling beside him. Just as he neared Ginny's door, which was close to the stairs, Ginny pulled her door open and stepped in his way. Ambushed by the little sister. Wait… She looks like she's still asleep. Ginny's eyes were closed, and she was rubbing the right one in a tired fashion.

"You're back…" Ginny yawned, and then she gave a relieved smile.

"Did I wake you?" Ron hummed, and then he shot a look inside Ginny's room.

Helios was sitting on her nightstand; his big yellow eyes were like two vortexes pulling Ron in.

"Helios? Are you sleeping with Ginny now?" Ron 'whimpered'. "Betrayed…" But please keep looking after her. I appreciate it.

Helios gave a pitiful hoot, and then he flew over and perched himself on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked back to Ginny, and he saw that she was staring at him with a confused expression. Her 'Weasley freckles' were almost popping out, and in doing so; they highlighted the fact that Ginny Weasley did indeed have freckles. Odd, because I swear that she didn't have freckles the last time I saw her face. I thought that was a unique trait that only Ginny had amongst the siblings.

"You have freckles, little sister," Ron leaned forward, and Ginny jumped back. "Why do you have freckles now, eh?"

"What's wrong with you?" Ginny asked weakly.

"Sorry about him, Ginny," Molly caught up to Ron. Did I run down here? Is that why Ginny woke up? I don't remember. "Ron, stop running around the house with that thing!"

"So I did run," Ron clicked his tongue. "Mystery solved."

"Mum…" Ginny looked to her mother.

"It's the Potion he's on, dear," Molly explained. "See that purple bag?"

Ginny finally noticed the IV pole, and it made her shrink in fear.

"Oh, no," Ginny muttered.

"It's like my scepter," Ron smirked, completely oblivious to Ginny's fear. "King Weasley! No… King Ronald! That definitely sets me apart."

"Ron?" Luna came out of Ginny's room, and Ron turned his smirk in her direction.

"Luna Lovegood," Ron's smirk turned into a smile. "Friend turned sister. How are you this morning?"

"You're all right," Luna lazily attached herself to his side, her eyes were still closed. "I couldn't go home until I saw you."

"Does this mean that you'll be going home now?" Ron asked. "You know, because you've now seen me."

"That's not what she meant, Ron," Molly whispered, and Ron nodded. Good. It'd be a shame if she left.

"You're acting very… odd…" Luna pulled back, and then she looked to the IV Pole.

"That Potion is responsible," Ginny told Luna.

"Are you two talking again?" Ron asked with a growing smile.

Ginny looked down awkwardly, while Luna ignored the question. That's a no, then. Helios suddenly gave a hoot, and Ron scratched his stomach. How's my little hunter? Enjoying the Burrow's game, are you?

"Ron, let's get you downstairs," Molly said, she had to keep Ron steady as he swayed from side to side.

"Okay," Ron grabbed and pulled his pole along.

"Girls, breakfast is ready, so clean up and come down," Molly said as she neared the stairs.

Ron carefully made his way down, and eventually, he managed to reach the bottom. I can't go to my room with this thing attached to me. Too many stairs. Ron turned to walk over to Daphne, but when he saw Aunt Muriel and the adults occupying the Kitchen, he stopped abruptly. When did she get here? Am I seeing shambling corpses now?

"What is that thing?" Muriel sneered at the IV Pole. "My word, boy, are you ill with something contagious?" Contagious? Only worrying about yourself, I see. That's definitely Aunt Muriel.

"It's not contagious," Ron assured her with an easy smile, while Helios hooted angrily. "I didn't think that you'd come here so early. Have you really missed the Burrow so much?"

"As much as I miss the Great War, boy," Muriel scoffed.

"Wasn't there plenty of fresh flesh that you could eat off of the battlefields during the Great War?" Ron asked, and Muriel blinked at him. "I'm calling you a flesh-eating Hag."

"I got that," Muriel cocked an eyebrow.

"Ronald… Please, stop," Molly sighed out from behind him.

"Sorry, mum," Ron apologized for the sake of apologizing. "What brings you here, Auntie?"

"This," Aunt Muriel waved about a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the adults frowned at it.

"Bad news?" Ron asked.

"Quite the opposite," Muriel eyed him critically. "Poppy Abadie, and her husband, have been imprisoned by the French Ministry. There is to be an extensive investigation into their recent affairs. They're being charged with Conspiracy."

"I know, I arranged the whole thing," Ron told her, and she nodded very slowly.

"How did you 'arrange' it?" Muriel asked.

"By telling the truth," Ron shrugged. "She betrayed everyone for her own benefit, and now, she can rot in a cell forever." Literally. I hope she dies tonight.

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose at that, while the other adults pretended to be deaf. As for Helios, the grey Eagle-Owl gave a triumphant hoot.

"So you've turned the French Ministry against the Veelas?" Muriel asked quickly. Is that what she wants to hear?

"No," Ron replied, and Muriel looked visibly disappointed. "Why would I do that? A lot of people would get hurt if the French Ministry starts persecuting the Veelas."

"That's what they wanted for us," Muriel told him.

"Not 'they', just Lady Abadie," Ron corrected. "She turned people traitor with her bile, and she conspired to use the Veela community for her own benefit. I don't blame all the French for this mess, and you shouldn't either. It's not just."

"This is what you're teaching him," Muriel frowned at Arthur. "To let his enemies rest and recover?"

"Enemies?" Arthur frowned back. "He's thirteen, and he doesn't have 'enemies'. We don't partake in the Old Ways."

"He had a Lord and Lady thrown in prison," Muriel sneered. "He has enemies, I assure you." Muriel then looked to Ron and Helios. "You have to make sure that they don't get set free. Or, you can start looking over your shoulder from now on."

"Muriel," Molly grimaced. "Don't say such things in my house."

"I'm trying to warn him, you silly girl," Muriel looked done for the day. "I've done my duty, and I'll be going now."

"But you'll be back for dinner, right?" Ron asked. "If you have advice to give, I'd love to learn from you. I mean, you've been the Head of the Prewett Family for years." I'm sure she has some Prewett Family contacts that could help me.

"Save the flattery," Muriel said shortly. "I'll be here for your dinner."

And just like that, she marched out of the Kitchen. Someone moves fast for her age. Must be the virgin's blood that she bathes in that keeps her so spry. Ron sniggered to himself; he loved making bizarre comments in his head.

"She's not wrong," Lord Greengrass said. "You ought to keep track of what's happening in Lady Abadie's case, Ron."

"Be assured, we have our gaze fixed solely on her," Ron smiled at the tall man.

"We?" Mary asked, and Ron twitched as he cracked his neck.

"I meant me," Ron said as he made his way into the Living Room. Did I really just say we? Need to be more careful.

Helios let out a soft hoot as he pecked Ron's ear, and Ron shot his owl a curious look. Helios was staring back at him with… suspicion? Can he sense that I'm changing?

"It's still me," Ron whispered. "I think."

Helios cocked his head, and then he gave a louder hoot.

"Don't worry so much," Ron waved a dismissive hand. "I'll come out on top in the end, or at least go down swinging." The Entity can suck me off. Actually, it has really sharp teeth, so maybe not.

"Talking to animals now?" Tracey asked, she and the others were occupying the Living Room.

"Helios isn't just an 'animal'," Ron huffed. "You take that back, Tracey."

"All right," Tracey chuckled. "Sorry, Helios."

The Eagle-Owl let out an indignant hoot, and then he flew over to Astoria. He hungrily eyed the food on her plate, and when she carefully fed him some sausage, he cozied up to her side. The moment he sees food, he forgets about me. I'm so proud. Ron walked over to Daphne, and he stopped abruptly when he saw that Theo was sitting by her side. There's no space for me. That's my spot, Theo!

"Before you banish me," Theo stood up. "Can I speak to you? Alone?"

Ron shot a quick look at Daphne, and she shrugged in confusion.

"Sure, mate," Ron smiled at Theo. "Want to go outside? It's really nice out there."

"Sure," Theo led the way out of the front.

Ron followed Theo closely, maybe a little too closely, but Theo said nothing in objection. Once they were outside, Ron breathed in the cold air and beamed.

"I think it'll rain today," Ron told Theo. "See those grey clouds? They're coming towards us pretty fast."

"A rainy Christmas," Theo sighed out. "I hate rain."

"Really?" Ron asked. "I didn't know that."

"I prefer to water my own plants," Theo shrugged. "Heavy rain tends to flood my Garden, and I absolutely detest that."

"So, what did you want to discuss?" Ron asked. "Privately too boot, I might add. Are we scheming out here, Theo?"

"No," Theo couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't really know how to bring this up, so I'm just going to say it. I found some really weird things in your trunk, Ron." That's right, he got me my suit this morning.

"Weird things," Ron lost his mirth. "Such as?" He saw Our secrets.

"Well, I saw papers filled with weird… hieroglyphics…" Theo realized that he was treading on thin ice. "And there was a pouch that had some familiar Runes on it. Anti-Dark Magic Runes, to be specific."

"Anything else?" Ron took a step closer.

"Um… Some other papers were in there as well," Theo said. "Look, I don't want to know what you have stored in your trunk, mate, but maybe you should store it in Gringotts instead. If you pay them a 'discretion fee', they'll hide almost anything for you."

Ron realized that Theo was just trying to give him helpful advice, and he calmed down immediately.

"I've already paid them off," Ron told Theo, a smile appearing on his face. I need to make sure that he doesn't keep asking questions. "As for what you saw, those are merely curios. The papers with the symbols on them are actually written in Parseltongue. Only I can read them."

"What?" Theo blinked. "You can write in Parseltongue?"

"I've been practicing it," Ron lied. "Wait… I'll prove it." I've been meaning to test this out. "You know that Harry can also speak Parseltongue, right?" Theo nodded slowly. "I'll show him a word from the pages, and he'll read it in English. For some reason, we can tell what the symbols mean without even learning how to write them. It's quite bizarre."

"Mental is the word I'd use," Theo eyed Ron. "Are you sure about this? What if Potter starts hissing in the middle of the Burrow? Parseltongue is rather… unnatural…"

Ron stifled a laugh; he could imagine Harry terrorizing everyone with angry hisses.

"I'll pull him aside," Ron promised. "I'll be very subtle, Theo. You know me, I'm an extremely cautious individual."

"Uh-huh," Theo didn't look convinced.

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Harry Potter's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Near Midday)

Harry and Neville snuck down the stairs, they had barely managed to tiptoe out of the twins' room without waking them up. Last night had been rather awkward, especially after Harry had confessed to following Ron around. Sirius had once again started giving Harry the 'disappointed' look, and the Weasley children had become distant. Even with Bill doing his best to keep the peace, things between the Trio and the others were left strained, and Harry wasn't sure if they could all go back to being friends again. Serves me right, I suppose. I never should've gone that far with Ron.

"You reckon he's home?" Neville asked suddenly.

"I don't hear anything from downstairs, so I'd say no," Harry replied, he felt oddly disappointed to say that.

"Maybe we can go see him today?" Neville pondered.

"Yeah, let's go do that," Harry gave Neville a half-smile. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind some visitors."

"Is that Hermione?" Neville whispered as they entered the first floor, and Harry looked down the hallway.

Neville was right. Hermione was waiting by the stairs, a slightly perplexed look on her face. What's she doing? Is… Is she scared to go downstairs by herself? Harry found himself shaking his head; this was going to be a difficult Christmas. It's like I'm living with the Dursleys again.

"Hermione," Harry waved at her, and she looked visibly relieved to see her friends.

"Harry," Hermione smiled from relief. "Neville. You're finally awake."

"Sorry for making you wait," Neville looked down the stairs. "How long have you been awake for?"

"Nearly an hour," Hermione bit her bottom lip. She's definitely nervous. "He's down there…"

"He is?" Harry perked up, while Neville drew in a deep breath. "Let's go, then."

"Wait," Hermione stopped Harry as soon as he started walking.

"What? Why?" Harry asked.

"From what I've gathered, everyone but Percy and the twins are down there," Hermione whispered. "We can't just barge in, Harry."

"We're not barging in, though," Harry countered. "We want to see Ron as well, that's all."

"We can't stay hidden up here forever, Hermione," Neville said gently.

Hermione gave Neville a rather sorry look, and Neville clearly decided to ignore it. She's been giving him that look ever since he got blamed for our actions. God, I feel wretched.

"Not you as well," Neville sighed, and Harry realized that he too was giving Neville a sorry look. "Guys, it's all right… I'm not angry with you. We need to stick together right now."

"Okay," Hermione looked even more sorry. We ruined his Christmas as well.

"Let's go down, yeah?" Neville patted Harry's arm, and Harry nodded.

Neville was the first to move, and Harry followed after him. Hermione trailed behind them, and pretty soon, he felt her hands grab the back of his sweater. Harry shot a quick look back, and he found her chewing her bottom lip whilst in deep thought. Knowing her, she's trying to come up a strategy to tackle this. Sorry, Hermione, but sometimes, you have to throw the instructions out of the window. At this point, the best we can do is to apologize, and then promise to help Ron in any way that we can.

As soon as they entered the Living Room, Harry spotted Ron's fiery red hair. The tall redhead was sitting with Pandora Lovegood, and from the happy look on his face, he was thoroughly enjoying her head scratches. Harry shot a quick look towards Sirius, who jerked his head towards Ron. You're right. I should apologize first, and then talk to you. Neville, for all of his earlier gusto, had stopped moving, so it fell to Harry to take the lead. He walked right up to Ron, ignoring the stares from the other Slytherins and Ginny. Why is Ginny sitting alone with Bill? Is she still fighting with Luna? Even after yesterday?

"Hey, Ron," Harry greeted, and Pandora stopped scratching Ron's head.

"Love, your friends are here," Pandora whispered, and Ron's eyes opened lazily. Friends? Yeah, I ruined any hope of that.

"Hello," Ron looked to Harry, a lazy smile on his face. "Bloody hell, your eyes are like green flames!" What?

Harry felt jarred by Ron's sudden outburst, and he could only manage a flinch before Ron had hopped onto his feet and put his arm around Harry.

"Let me have a look at your peepers," Ron tried to catch Harry's eyes.

"Ronald! Let go of the poor boy!" Molly all but pleaded. What is happening?!

Harry shot a panicked look towards Sirius, and he found his Godfather wheezing with laughter. He set me up! What is going on here?! Even the other men were looking a little too amused for Harry's liking.

"Sorry," Ron chuckled as he let go of Harry. "You're very short, Harry. I just realized that."

Harry nodded uncomfortably, and then he realized that Ron was currently attached to an IV pole. I've seen those in Muggle hospitals before. Dudley had to carry one around when he got sick from eating old fish.

"What's in that bag?" Hermione squeaked.

"This thing?" Ron pointed to the pole, and Hermione nodded slowly. "It's my source of happiness."

"It's nearly Midday, Ron," Molly said. "Maybe we ought to take that needle out?"

"Sure," Ron yanked the drip out of his arm, causing multiple shrieks from the women.

"Fucking hell, kid!" Sirius roared in panic and anger, while Sebastian Greengrass closed his eyes with a grimace.

Harry could do little but stare as Ron let out a demented laugh. He thinks that's funny?

"Calm down, people," Ron sniggered. "It didn't even hurt."

"Let me see," Arthur rushed over, and then he guided Ron away into a corner in order to inspect his arm.

Harry stared down at the bloody needle on the ground, and then he looked to his equally bewildered best friends. Neville was just staring at Ron with wide-eyes, while Hermione looked horribly confused. Her plans for a perfect apology just blew up in her face. Sorry, Hermione.

"I'll clean that, mum," Charlie quickly stopped his mother from making the effort. "We ought to lock him up until he calms down."

"He just ripped it right out," Molly muttered with a sickly complexion. "Heavens…"

"All healed up," Ron strutted back to Harry. "Sorry about that, Harry. Did you want to talk to me?"

Harry saw Arthur Weasley shaking his head in the corner; he had his wand in his hand.

"Yeah, do you have a minute?" Harry decided to push forward.

"Do I have a minute?" Ron started sniggering again. "Something tells me that you want more than a minute from me. But tell you what… If you let me look at your eyes for a bit, I'll give you all the time you need."

"My… My eyes…?" Harry stammered.

"He'll do it," Hermione volunteered him, and Harry shot a quick look back at Sirius. Help me, please.

"Do you guys want to talk in the Kitchen?" Ron asked. "Or we could go outside!"

"No going outside," Arthur said as he walked past the children.

"Tsk," Ron clicked his tongue.

"It's going to rain, Ron," Xeno said from across the room.

"Let's go to the Kitchen," Neville said, and Ron smiled widely.

"Lord Longbottom has spoken," Ron chuckled. "The Kitchen, it is."

And just like that, Ron began marching towards the Kitchen, but he suddenly stopped as he passed by Bill and Ginny.

"You," Ron pointed to Ginny's face. "You are coming with me."

"I… am?" Ginny shot a quick look at Hermione. "No, than-"

"Ginny, just listen to me for once," Ron sighed dramatically. "Please? Won't you do your dying brother this one favor?" What did he just say?

"Kid…" Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose, while Ginny lost all resistance.

"Okay…" Ginny muttered, and Harry felt a little annoyed with Ron for saying something like that. He's treating her genuine fear as a joke… What kind of Potion is he on?

"Come," Ron made his way out of the room, and Harry continued following him.

Ron quickly made himself comfortable in his usual chair, a happy grin on his face. Harry, and his friends, took the seats opposite to Ron, while Ginny lingered about by the entrance.

"Ginny, come sit with me," Ron pulled the chair to his right back.

Ginny drew in a shaky breath, and she sat down by Ron's side. Her eyes were fixed on the table, and Harry felt rather awful for her. They can't talk to him when he's like this. That's why Mrs. Lovegood was keeping him asleep. Damn, we walked in at the wrong moment.

"Before you start," Ron cut in just as Harry opened his mouth. "I'm not angry with you three. Anymore."

"You're not?" Hermione asked, while Ginny looked at Ron in disbelief.

"You're not?" Ginny asked as well. "They stalked you!"

The Trio cringed at that, and Harry felt the urge to defend Neville's good name again.

"Technically, only Harry stalked me," Ron tapped his chin. "Hermione stabbed her own friend in the back for information. And Neville… Well, Neville is actually quite innocent in this debacle. Good on you, Neville. You're a solid bloke."

"Thanks?" Neville blinked.

"But yes, I'm no longer upset with anyone," Ron told Ginny, his expression turning quite serious. "The Trio hurt my feelings deeply, but I'm not angry. Not anymore."

"Why?" Ginny asked. Yeah… Why?

"I asked them to keep what they learned to themselves, and they kept their promise to me," Ron shrugged. "I'm done fighting with people over my health issues. Everything is out in the open now, and I'm treating this as a fresh start. So…" Ron looked to the Trio. "I forgive you three. I don't want to hear another apology from anyone."

"Are you sure?" Harry was quite taken aback by this.

"I am," Ron looked into Harry's eyes. "Merlin… Your eyes are greener than even Tracey's. Amazing."

Harry felt the urge to avert his gaze, but he forced his head to stay in place.

"This is very big of you, Ron," Hermione said. "We won't forget it."

"So you're all friends again?" Ginny looked both confused, and annoyed.

"Ginny, there's no point in being angry with everyone," Ron said in a sagely manner. "First, you were angry with me, and now, you're angry with the Trio. It has to stop at some point, doesn't it?"

"They've been lying to my face for months," Ginny glared at Harry, who couldn't help but avert his gaze this time.

"Because I asked them to," Ron said. "Blame me if you want, but don't turn your back on the only friends that you have. Not over my health… Please?" He brought her here in order to fix things between us? "That won't help me, and it certainly won't help you."

"We're sorry for not telling you, Ginny," Neville apologized.

"Really sorry," Hermione added.

"Whatever…" Ginny huffed, and then she left the Kitchen without another word.

"Sorry about that," Ron sighed. "She's the stubborn sort, but she'll come around now that the idea is in her head. She's just feeling left out of the loop." I can relate to that. I hate it when people hide things from me.

"Thanks for that, Ron," Hermione gave a half-smile. "I don't want her to be so upset with me."

"I'm just trying to make sure that we all stick together," Ron said, but for some reason, he sounded rather cold about it. "Anyway… Do you lot want to discuss anything else?"

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.

"It's hard to describe," Ron replied. "This Potion is making me see things that aren't there."

"You're hallucinating?" Hermione gaped.

"Oh, yes," Ron grinned. "The things I'm seeing… Good Lord!"

"What sort of things?" Neville asked out of curiosity.

"Harry's scar is shining bright red right now," Ron looked to Harry, and Harry quickly covered it. "I might start taking this Potion on the daily."

"Please, don't do that," Hermione said, and Ron chuckled.

"I'm joking, Hermione," Ron waved a dismissive hand, and then he blinked in confusion. "What were we talking about?"

"We wanted to know if you needed anything," Harry replied. "We want to help, that's all."

"Well, just make up with my siblings, and that'll help me plenty," Ron stood up with a thoughtful look on his face. "I don't like all this fighting. It's needlessly stressful." Ron then looked to Hermione. "Hermione, can you come to my room with me for a bit? I have something to give you."

Harry and Neville looked to Hermione, who gave Ron a hesitant look.

"Just me?" Hermione asked. Yeah… Just her?

"Hurry up," Ron beckoned her over his shoulder. "I might forget about this in a minute."

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Past Midday)

"It's in here somewhere," Ron said as he shuffled through the other permits. Ah, Hermione Jean Granger. Jean? What an odd name.

Ron stood back up, and when he turned to face her, he held the permit out for her.

"What's this?" Hermione asked as she took the brown piece of parchment.

"Your Magic Permit," Ron replied, and Hermione looked back up with wide eyes. So dramatic… I like it. "The one that will let you use Magic outside of Hogwarts. Oh, but you have to make sure that you're not spotted by Muggles."

"You actually got me one?!" Hermione stomped her feet excitedly, and then, she suddenly froze up.

"Oh, don't mind me," Ron took a step back. "Stomp away."

"H… How did you manage this?" Hermione changed the topic; she was clearly embarrassed.

"I have my ways," Ron said mystically.

"C'mon, please tell me," Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Only if you leave Gryffindor, and become a Slytherin," Ron grinned. Got her.

"Hmmm, let me think," Hermione tapped her chin. "No."

"Just 'no'?" Ron asked. "Why not?"

"I prefer lions over snakes," Hermione giggled, and then she cleared her throat. "Sorry… I shouldn't be laughing so freely." Great… We were having a good conversation, but she remembered that I'm sick. What? You can't laugh near sick people?

"It's all right," Ron decided not to start something. "It was good to have some back and forth between us… Like the old days."

"Back in first year?" Hermione smiled sadly.

"And a bit of second year," Ron nodded. "Anyway… I got those permits for everyone, but I figured that you'd want yours first. Just so you could practice even a little before the others."

"Wait… So everyone gets one?" Hermione asked. "Ron, how did you manage to get so many in just three days? You've been pretty busy from what I've seen."

"I defeated the Headmaster in a game of Chess, and this was my reward," Ron replied. Ha, me beating the Old Man in Chess… Not yet, but soon.

"That's quite… amazing," Hermione looked back at the permit. She's reading it on the spot? Okay… I'll just wait here.

Once Hermione had read both the front and the back, she looked up at Ron with a genuinely grateful look.

"This means a lot, Ron," Hermione smiled. "Especially that you gave this to me first. I'm going to hide in Ginny's room in order to try out some Charms." I'm glad she's so happy about this. She'll use it to prepare herself, and if she does get attacked, she can now fight back. She needs this far more than the others due to her Blood-Status.

Ron couldn't help but wonder what he was meant to do for the other Muggle-Born children. He couldn't get them all Magic Permits, that would be mental, and he couldn't keep his eyes on them either. Maybe I should discuss this with Dumbledore? He might have a plan brewing for this dilemma already.

"Ron, are you there?" Hermione waved in his face, and Ron blinked repeatedly.

When he finally focused back on her, he saw that she had a bloody gash on the side of her forehead. Bloody hell… Is that from when I ran into her during my episode? Guilt stirred in his mind, and Ron adorned a slightly tired look. That was a horrible night. I wish I had never run into her. She didn't deserve to nearly die like that.

"I'm getting your mother," Hermione said, and Ron grabbed her wrist.

"Don't," Ron cleared his throat. "I'm all right."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, and Ron nodded as he stared at her wound.

"I'm sorry that you three are having trouble right now," Ron said, and Hermione blinked at him.

"I'm just sorry that Neville is getting dragged into this because of us," Hermione sighed out, and Ron let go of her wrist. "And I'm sorry for taking away your choice, Ron. Really sorry."

"Taking away my choice?" Ron asked.

"Your health is your business, and I shouldn't have looked into it," Hermione said weakly. "I was just trying to be a good friend, but I was wrong… Friends don't corner each other. I'm very sorry."

"I might've told you myself someday," Ron said, and Hermione gave a sorry nod. Just put this to bed, Ron. There are more important matters than your hurt feelings. "Apology accepted, Hermione. Thank you."

"And thank you," Hermione raised the permit. "I'll… I'll go now. Try out some Spells."

"All right," Ron said calmly, and Hermione walked over to the door. Harry Potter's Muggle-Born best friend… She'll have hundreds coming for her head. "Maybe we can study in the Library once Hogwarts reopens. You know, like the old days."

"Just us?" Hermione looked back.

"Yes," Ron smiled. "Just us."

"That'd be great, Ron," Hermione gave a fuller smile, and then she quickly left the room before he could change his mind. When the time comes, we need to do everything we can to get the Muggle-Borns off the streets. Those Snatchers sound like a nasty lot, and I'd hate to see someone like Hermione get caught by them.

Ron decided that now was a good time to change into a different shirt. Pulling the needle out of his arm had resulted in some blood leaking out as well, and it had stained his clean, white dress-shirt. Ron found a clean white shirt from his trunk, and then he took off his bloodied one. Just as he was putting the clean shirt on, people burst into his room with a loud bang.

"He's here," Fred told the others, and Ron turned to face the intruders. Percy, Fred, and George. All of them looking… scared?

"You broke my door," Ron frowned at them, but they said nothing in return. What are they looking at?

Ron looked down at his scarred chest and arms, and he felt like someone had punched him back into reality. Ron immediately pulled his shirt on, but the damage was done. Fred was gaping, Percy had actually stepped out of the room in horror, and George simply looked unwell. The twins are the last people that I needed to show my scars to, but they fucking burst in here out of the blue. What are the fucking chances?

"Why did you barge in like that?" Ron finished buttoning up his shirt. "What's the fucking matter with you three dumb cunts?"

"Dumb cunts…?" Fred muttered.

"Ronnie… What the hell happened to your body…?" George swallowed thickly. Shit!

"What? You thought the Dark Lord sung me a lullaby in order to put me into that coma?" Ron asked defensively. "Don't ever burst in here like that again." Unbelievable! If I wasn't on this Potion, I might have Hexed all three of them.

"He did that to you?" Percy pushed himself in the room.

"Can we drop this?" Ron asked in a dull tone. "Just… Just forget what you saw, all right? And don't tell anyone."

"Is this why they didn't let us see you when you were first admitted?" Fred asked, clearly he didn't plan to let this go. "Merlin, Ron… What else don't we know about you?" Plenty.

Ron tugged at his sleeve, making sure that his scars were covered. What's the point now? They already saw most them. Why did they have to burst in like that? Ron could feel his mood deteriorating, and he was all but sulking when he put his suit jacket on.

"Do your friends know about those?" George asked.

"Do you know what Curse he used on you?" Fred asked right after.

Ron shuddered at the memory of his scarring; he only remembered screams and twisted bones. Ron turned his head and cracked his neck, an uneasy feeling had settled into his stomach.

"Please, stop," Ron rubbed his forehead. "I don't want to talk about my scars with you."

Fred went to say something, but Percy quickly nudged him. Fred all but bit his tongue; he had a dozen more questions lined up.

"Sorry for barging in here," Percy apologized, and the twins nodded. "We saw Hermione skipping down the stairs, and she told us that you were home." Skipping?

"How are you feeling?" George asked. If I have to answer that question again, I'm going to throw myself out of a window.

"I feel fine," Ron replied.

"Are you sure?" Percy asked. "You just had surgery, so I'm sure you're not 'fine'."

"I am fine," Ron assured them. "Just a little lightheaded from my Potion, but still fine."

"What Potion?" Percy asked.

"Something new," Ron replied. "It's supposed to make me happy."

"A Happiness Potion? Is there even such a thing?" Fred asked Percy.

"Not that I'm aware of," Percy replied.

"Which is why it's new," Ron said. "Guys, I am fine. Stop worrying so much." You're giving me anxiety at this point. "What do you need from me?"

"How about an explanation?" Percy asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He's talking in his Prefect voice? I guess he's not happy about being 'lied to'.

"I didn't want you all to worry," Ron replied. "That's the whole truth. I didn't want to see all of you fret over me constantly. And I definitely didn't want to be treated as a cripple who needs special treatment."

"We wouldn't act that way," Fred argued. "We'd want to help you, but only if you wanted that help."

"I'm not so sure about that," Ron shrugged. "Whatever the case, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. But now, you know everything. You even saw my scars just now. I don't want to argue with anyone, so you three just need to make your peace with it by yourselves. And if you really want to help me, stop giving the Trio the cold shoulder. You're making mum and dad look bad."

"Those three broke the law when they stalked you like that," Percy frowned.

"I've gotten over it," Ron lied. "Needless fighting causes me a lot of stress, and I have to cut it out. The truth is that I told them not to tell you, so they didn't stay quiet because they don't trust you. I wanted this all kept quiet." The twins will forgive the Trio, but Percy won't. I don't think he cares much for them.

"You didn't have to go through all of that alone, though," Fred said.

"And I didn't," Ron said. "The parents all knew, my Mind-Healer knew, and my friends knew. I wasn't alone." Not completely, at least.

"You told your friends, but not me?" Percy couldn't help himself. Ah, he feels like I left him out.

"Has it occurred to you that I care more about your state of mind than my friends'?" Ron asked. "You're in your last year, Percy, and I didn't want to distract you. Your entire future is on the table, and I'm not going to be the one who ruined that for you."

"Nothing would get ruined," Percy countered. "I can do my work and help you at the same time."

"You seem to forget that this is about me, not you," Ron lost his patience. "I'm the one who's sick, and I did what I thought would help everyone involved. Plus, you can't really do much. No one can. The brain damage is incurable. I wouldn't have kept it a secret forever, but just until I felt ready to tell you."

"We reckon that's fair," George said to Percy, he didn't want this turning into a fight.

"You can't keep this sort of thing from your Family, Ron," Percy decided to relent.

"Is there anything that you do need right now?" Fred asked.

"Stop giving the Trio the cold shoulder," Ron repeated. "It's Christmas, guys… Please don't ruin Christmas." It could be the last one that we all spend together.

"All right," Fred and George agreed.

"I'll stay out of their way," Percy didn't look pleased.

"Thank you," Ron said. That's one thing taken care of. I should get back to my friends.

"Can we have a couple of bottles of your Nutrition Potion?" George asked, and Ron cocked his eyebrow.

"Pardon?" Ron asked.

"Bill told us that the Potion's taste is beyond disgusting," Fred explained. "George and I want to tinker with it. Maybe we can improve the taste for you." Oh, that'd be pretty great, actually.

"Sure," Ron opened his trunk, pulled out a couple of vials, and then tossed them to Fred and George. "Don't stress yourselves if you can't, all right? I'm sure you two have more important matters to attend to." Like your business. I hope my donation helped you get started.

"I can help you with your studies at Hogwarts," Percy offered.

"Please just focus on your N. E. W. Ts," Ron said. "My studies are going fine, and I'll be much happier seeing you get the perfect record." Plus, I have the notes from the Silver Triumvirate tutoring me.

"But you'll come to me if you need something, right?" Percy insisted. Throw him a bone, Ron, or he won't leave you alone. This is exactly what I didn't want.

"Yeah, Perce, I'll come to you," Ron replied. "I'm heading downstairs. I need to sit back down."

"Are you feeling sick?" Fred asked, all three brothers were now following him.

"A little," Ron admitted. "I'll feel better once I'm sitting down."

"Do Bill and Charlie know about your…?" Percy started, but he quickly stopped himself. Still stuck on them? C'mon, Perce…

"They do," Ron replied, and then he took in a deep breath. "Please don't bring my scars up. They are the last thing that I want to talk about."

"Okay," Percy agreed. "Won't happen again."

"Thanks," Ron felt his body twitch in remembrance. I shouldn't have tried to remember it, because now, it won't leave.

The twins broke off at their room; they wanted to start tinkering with the Nutrition Potion as soon as possible. This left Percy and Ron to make the rest of the trip alone, and Ron knew that any second now, Percy would start to question his exclusion.

"Not telling the younger ones, I understand, but why didn't you tell me, Ron?" Percy asked with a disappointed undertone. "Have I not proven that I can help you?"

"You don't have to prove anything to me," Ron replied. "I didn't tell you because of your-"

"My studies… Yeah, you said that before," Percy said. "I thought we were closer than that, Ron. I would never keep something this important from you."

Ron couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he quickly suppressed it.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Ron said. "I'm sorry you found out the way you found out, but other than that, I can't offer much. I just didn't want all of you to feel miserable like me."

"We can still do something to prolong your life," Percy said after he noticed Ron's slightly subdued tone. "Your stress makes your brain damage worse, right? Why not cut away everything that stresses you? Stop with all this Ministry business, and just focus on enjoying Hogwarts." I can't do that, mate. If I do, I'll end up in the Entity's Slytherin Hourglass.

"I'm not stopping anything," Ron said.

"Why?" Percy asked. "This helps you, Ron, you have to see that."

"I'm dead either way as far as I'm concerned," Ron said a little too coldly. "By achieving things in life, I can at least help a few people before checking out. Leave the World a better place, and all that tripe."

"You don't owe anyone anything," Percy argued. "You're the one who's sick, so you need to take care of yourself first."

"I don't have the time to do both, and I've made my choice," Ron said. "You can't convince me otherwise, Perce. Everyone who has tried has failed."

"So we just watch you waste away?" Percy stopped Ron by grabbing his arm.

"Now you know why I didn't want to tell you," Ron stared at Percy's hand. "I don't like seeing you guys upset."

Percy let go of Ron's arm, and the Slytherin continued his journey downstairs. Percy followed him quite loosely now, and Ron figured that Percy was trying to come to terms with Ron's explanations. I think I've managed to earn a brief respite. I have no doubt that my siblings will continue to hound me, but at least they're not making a big deal out of me wanting my privacy.

Ron entered the Living Room, and he quickly spotted Pandora speaking with Molly, Luna, and Ginny. No more head scratches for me, I guess. They seem to be having a serious conversation. Ron walked over to his friends, while Percy slipped next to Bill.

"Hello," Ron greeted his friends, and then he planted himself right next to Daphne.

"So, have you made peace with everyone?" Malfoy asked from behind his book.

"Maybe," Ron replied. "I tried my best, that's all I can do really."

"You're being very lenient with Ginevra and the Trio," Daphne couldn't help but point out. "How many times are you going to let them just get away with everything?" How do I tell her that there are more important matters? Beating a dead horse will accomplish nothing. Plus, as much as they've angered me, I don't want to see them die. Not to mention that it won't be long until we're all forced to work together.

"I just want a merry Christmas," Ron smiled at her. "Not really in the mood for arguments."

"That Potion is still making you act loopy," Tracey noticed his widening smile.

"I reckon I'll sleep for a bit," Ron closed his eyes and leaned back. "Can you all wake me up in thirty minutes?" The Potion should weaken by then, and I can finally check up on the Orphanage.

---

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Afternoon)

"Ron, time to wake up," Daphne shook him, and Ron's eyes opened slowly.

"Ten more minutes," Ron mumbled incoherently.

"You keep saying that, and it's been two hours now," Daphne sighed out. "Please, wake up. You'll sleep through Christmas."

"Two hours?" Ron forced his eyes to open, and he realized that he was holding Daphne's entire arm. "Sorry…"

Ron let go of her arm, and then he looked around the Living Room with a dazed look. Um… Where is everyone?

"They're all having lunch right now," Daphne told him as she rubbed her sleeping arm. "I would've gone as well, but I had a person attached to me."

"Sorry," Ron smiled sheepishly.

"I never said that it was a bad thing," Daphne smirked. "But as fun as it was watching my father suffer a stroke, it's about time we joined the others. You need some more soup, I think."

"Ugh…" Ron groaned. "Soup…"

"The Potion should be out of your system now," Daphne said. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," Ron rubbed his face. "Merlin, I really slept for two hours?"

"We tried to wake you up, but you kept asking for more time," Daphne replied. "At first, I thought that you were just looking for an excuse to cling to my arm, but your snoring put an end to that theory."

"I don't need an excuse to cling to your arm," Ron shot her a smile. "I can do it whenever I want."

"Lucky me," Daphne teased, and then she stood up and held out her hand. "Let's go, Ron."

Ron took her hand, and with her help, he rose to his feet. Ohhh, I'm in pain. Sleeping while sitting up is not a good idea.

"I'll go freshen up first," Ron yawned. "Sweet Merlin, I could sleep for a week."

"I'll help you up to the bathroom," Daphne said, and Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"I smell scheming," Ron eyed her carefully, and she put on an innocent smile.

"No scheming here," Daphne hummed, and then she pulled Ron towards the Kitchen.

Ron followed lazily; he couldn't believe how tired he was. Maybe it's a side effect of the Potion? I mean, this new blend has the Sleeping Draught in it, so I shouldn't be surprised about my drowsiness. Once Ron entered the Kitchen, he realized that just like the Living Room, the Kitchen was also abandoned.

"Your brothers set up a marquee outside," Daphne said. "William and Charles, that is."

"Bill and Charlie," Ron corrected her. "They don't like being called William and Charles."

"Oh, really?" Daphne asked. "They never said anything to me."

"Once you know them better, they'll start correcting you," Ron shrugged. "I advise that you stay in their good graces. Both of them are very capable wizards, and they have mum and dad's ears."

"Who's scheming now?" Daphne snorted.

"Oink, oink," Ron sniggered, and Daphne guided him towards the stairs.

"Don't tease my snorts," Daphne laughed. "I only snort when you're around."

"Why is that?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Just trying to speak your language," Daphne smirked.

"That's just mean," Ron said, though he wasn't bothered at all. "And here I thought that I was special."

"You are 'special'," Daphne giggled.

"Keep this up, and I'm going back to sleep," Ron grinned.

"Please don't," Daphne said. "I've been bored out of my mind for the last two hours."

"Really?" Ron asked. "What about Tracey?"

"She wanted to listen to her Walkman, and Theo hungrily took the other earphone," Daphne pouted. Did he now? "I even tried to talk to Malfoy, but he's content to hide behind his book."

"Again, I'm sorry," Ron said. "I didn't mean to sleep for so long, nor did I plan to hold your arm for ransom."

"You just couldn't help yourself?" Daphne sang. "You're very open about your love of cuddling, Ron. What would the other blokes say?"

"Firstly, you should never say the word 'blokes'," Ron started. "It sounds really weird when you say it. Secondly, I don't care much for the opinions of other blokes. Most blokes in our year wish they could cuddle your arm while they slept."

"Really?" Daphne asked. "Do you have their names?"

"You are an inch away from hurting my feelings," Ron feigned hurt.

"Only teasing," Daphne said as they stopped in front of the bathroom. "If anyone but you was holding my arm for ransom, I'd Hex them in their sleep."

"Good," Ron was rather pleased to hear that. "I'll be right back, Daph."

"Are you just washing up?" Daphne asked. "If so, I can come with you."

"Huh?" Ron blinked. "You want to join me? In the bathroom?" That's a bit too clingy…

"What?" Daphne asked slowly. "Everyone's following you around, Ron… I want to spend some alone time with you. The moment you step outside, your siblings will once again start following you around. Ginevra and Luna will want to speak to you now that the Potion has worn off."

"I see," Ron said. "Well, I only plan to wash my face, so sure… Come on."

Ron entered the bathroom first, and Daphne quickly followed him inside.

"Do you have your wand?" Daphne asked as she closed the door.

"I do," Ron patted his coat pocket.

"If someone does come, make sure that you cast the Disillusionment Charm on me," Daphne said, and Ron gave her a nod.

"What would your parents say if they caught you in here?" Ron teased as he turned on the tap.

"They'd be horrified, and father would definitely blame you," Daphne shrugged. That would be the end of my career, and later, my life.

Ron took off his glove, and he washed his face with the cold water. That feels so much better! Do it again. Ron washed his face again, and then he cleaned out his eyes. As he was finishing up, he heard the bathroom door lock. Ron shot a look at Daphne, and she handed him a clean towel to dry off with. She's smiling that rebel smile of hers… I foresee snogging in my immediate future. Ron dried off his face, and then he tossed the towel aside.

"If you wanted to snog, Daph, you only had to ask," Ron said.

"I prefer cornering you," Daphne's smile widened. "No where to run now, Weasley."

"Bring it on, Greengrass," Ron put his glove back on.

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Ten Minutes Later

In the end, Daphne's nerves had given out. She knew that someone would eventually come looking for Ron, and if they were caught snogging in the bathroom, Daphne was going to lose more than her image. Ron, on the other hand, hardly cared for the opinions of others, and therefore, he had only stopped because Daphne had asked him to. Still, it was a lot of fun. It's great that we just get into it now without feeling the need to 'test the water'.

"Fix your grin, Ron," Daphne stopped him as he neared the back entrance.

"I can't help it," Ron cleared his throat. "You were really enjoying yourself, Daphne."

Daphne rolled her eyes, and Ron's grin widened. Yeah, she definitely loved it.

"No one likes a braggart," Daphne huffed. "But saying that… I did enjoy myself. You never used to use your hands much, but now…" she trailed off. Thank you, Clara; I will never question your ways again.

"But now?" Ron asked, and Daphne felt her face heat up.

"You can go a little lower next time…" Daphne whispered. "I don't mind, Ron."

"You mean I can touch your bum?" Ron asked, his avarice quite evident in his voice.

"Not too much," Daphne said quickly. "What I'm trying to say is that I'll let you know if I want you to stop…" This is the best day of my life.

Ron barely held back his excitement, and he decided that now was a time to act with decorum. Ron opened the door for Daphne, and he gestured her to go through. She quickly collected herself before stepping outside, and Ron closed the door behind them.

"I also had a lot of fun," Ron felt the need to tell her.

"Good," Daphne smiled a little as she took his hand. "Since I've allowed you to touch my bum, it's only fair that I get to touch yours as well. Right?"

"Go right ahead," Ron chuckled. "I don't mind, Daph."

"But if you do mind, you can always ask me to stop," Daphne assured him.

"Good to know," Ron said as they made their way over to the marquee.

Ron could hear loud chatter coming from inside, and he could also smell his mother's amazing cooking. The smell alone was enough to make Ron's mouth water, and he remembered a certain deal he had made with Daphne.

"Daph… Do you still plan to sneak me a plate of food tonight?" Ron asked 'casually'.

"If you keep your word, and only drink soup, then yes," Daphne replied. Yes!

"I'll sneak off during dinner," Ron began planning his meal. "You make a plate for 'yourself', and then you come and find me. I'll be behind the outhouse."

"And if we get caught, this was all your idea," Daphne added.

"Technically, it was your idea, but I don't mind taking the blame," Ron said. "What are they going to do? Take food away from me?"

"You really should take this more seriously, Ron," Daphne said. "People are scared for you." And I'm scared for the very same people. We're all scared.

"I'm following the rules, aren't I?" Ron asked, and Daphne gave a nod. "I don't want to scare anyone, I promise."

"I know," Daphne smiled a little.

"Speaking of sneaking off…" Ron started, and Daphne lost her smile. "I want to go to the Orphanage soon. Do you still want to come with me?"

"I do, but only if I get permission from my parents," Daphne said.

"Only if you get permission from your parents," Ron agreed. I don't want her getting into trouble again, especially because of me.

They entered the marquee, and Ron realized that the space inside had been expanded via the Extension Charm. Mostly everyone was having a good time, and the feast on the dining table made Ron's legs wobble. She made my favorites! I even see Shepard's Pie! Pandora was the first one to see Ron, and she quickly alerted the witches around her.

"You're both here," Molly looked quite relieved to see Ron. "How do you feel, dear?"

Everyone went silent, their eyes fixed on Ron and Daphne.

"I feel much better," Ron told everyone. "The Potion has worn off, but it's left me a little tired. And hungry."

"Well, you two take a seat," Molly said as she hopped out of her chair. "Where did I leave that soup?"

Molly began looking around the dinner table for Ron's soup, while Ron and Daphne walked over and sat down with their friends. The twins are sitting with the Trio. It looks like they're making an effort to move past their recent fight. Percy is sitting with Bill again, while Ginny is sitting with Charlie and Kirsten. She's still avoiding the Trio… Hopefully, she'll look past her anger and make up with them. Otherwise, she'll have a very lonely Break, and I don't want to see her go through that. I wonder if she still plans to go see Madam Pomfrey once Hogwarts restarts.

"Ron," Daphne nudged him, and Ron broke out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Ron smiled at Daphne.

"Luna is trying to speak to you," Daphne said, and Ron looked over to Luna. She's sitting with Astoria. Those two have become fast friends.

"Is everything all right, Luna?" Ron asked.

"Has the Potion really worn off?" Luna asked.

"I think so," Ron replied. "I'm not hallucinating anymore, so that's always a good sign."

Luna nodded her agreement, while Tori gave Ron a baffled look.

"Can we talk later?" Luna asked. "Please?"

"Of course," Ron agreed. She's definitely scared, and unless I do something to make her feel better, she'll keep worrying over me.

"Here you are," Molly planted a pot of pumpkin soup in front of Ron. "This is all yours, Ronnie."

"Thanks," Ron looked between the soup and the other food. Just drink the soup, Ron. Daphne promised to sneak you a plate tonight if you behave.

"The others want to fly around after this," Theo said, he was sitting on Ron's left. "The weather's gotten a little better, and the twins proposed a game between the Houses. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor."

"We'll get destroyed," Ron shot a quick look towards Harry.

"True, but it could be fun," Theo said. "Your brother Charlie has agreed to play Seeker for us."

"What about Malfoy?" Ron looked to the pale wizard.

"He's being Malfoy," Theo drawled. "Personally, I think he'll agree to play if you're playing."

"Really?" Ron asked.

"It'll make him feel… safer…" Theo whispered, and Ron cocked an eyebrow. "C'mon, mate… You know that he doesn't mind your company anymore. If anything, he tries to impress you whenever he gets the chance." Huh? Are we talking about the same person?

"Well, either way, I have other plans," Ron said. "I have a few errands to run, and I don't have time for Quidditch."

"Ah, so the Potion really has worn off," Theo said. "You're back to being your busy self."

"Isn't it spectacular?" Ron smirked. "I bet you missed my usual self."

"Like a dog misses fleas," Theo remarked.

---

Thirty Minutes Later

"Mum, it'll only be for twenty, or so, minutes," Ron said, he had, under threat of being left single, agreed to ask his parents for permission before disappearing.

It was not going well.

"But you could get hurt, Ron," Molly said, and then she looked to Arthur for support.

"Your mother is right," Arthur joined in. "You just had surgery, and your Potion's left you tired. You can go tomorrow."

"But I want to make sure that they're enjoying their Christmas," Ron explained. "What's the point in going tomorrow?"

"I'm sure they're doing just fine," Molly said. "Why do you have to go check on them?" I don't know, I just feel like I must.

"They're my responsibility, aren't they?" Ron asked in response. "I'm only asking for twenty minutes, and then I can have peace of mind. Please, be reasonable here." I should've just called Marty over. I'd be done with the whole thing by now.

"Why can't one of us come with you?" Arthur asked. "It's for your safety, Ron. Those children won't know what to do if you collapse."

"Daphne will be with me," Ron said, and both of his parents frowned. Did I say something wrong?

"That girl is not your personal nurse, young man," Molly's tone reached a higher pitch. Woah… I didn't say that. Did I?

"After what she saw yesterday, you're still willing to rely on her constantly?" Arthur shook his head. "Why don't you be reasonable for once, Ron?"

Ron stared at his parents as he replayed the conversation in his head. 'Daphne will be with me'… Yeah, it sounds like I'm brushing my problems on her. Fuck… I kept her from moving for two hours because I grabbed her arm in my sleep. Ron knew that he had lost the argument; he was feeling a little too guilty to continue on.

"So if one adult comes with us, I have your permission?" Ron asked, and his parents exchanged quick looks. Don't look so confused; I know when I'm being unreasonable… Well, sometimes.

"Yes," Arthur said firmly. "And that adult has to let us know when you decide to leave."

"Okay," Ron nodded his agreement. "I'm going to go find Daphne…" And I'm going to ask if she really does want to come with me.

"How did it go?" Daphne asked him as soon as he entered the Kitchen from the back door.

"I got permission, but only if an adult accompanies us," Ron replied. "Daph-"

"I got permission from my parents," Daphne said victoriously. "My father wasn't keen on the idea, but I reminded him of his promise to me. He said that I may go with you, but only for thirty minutes."

"Do you want to go?" Ron asked.

"Of course," Daphne replied. "I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of asking my parents for permission if I didn't want to go."

"I just realized that I might be stealing your Christmas from you," Ron told Daphne, and she gave him a confused look.

"What gave you that idea?" Daphne asked. "I want to spend my time with you, and we've been together for most of the day. I'm having fun."

"Are you sure?" Ron asked. "We can do an activity that you want, and I'll just do all this stuff tomorrow."

"Oh, when we come back from this, we are definitely doing an activity that I want," Daphne smirked. "There was never any question about that."

"Oh, I see," Ron felt a little relieved that she wasn't just following him about. She's with me because she wants to be. That feels nice. "All right, then let's get ready to go."

"Which adult do you reckon we should take with us?" Daphne asked. "Please don't pick my parents. That'll be really awkward." Lord Greengrass in a house full of Squibs. Now that'd be quite the sight.

"Both of our parents are out of the equation," Ron said. "Mum would steal the youngest one in order to raise him, or her." Who should I take with me? Pandora is pregnant, Xeno is too odd, I don't know Tracey's parents all that well, and I don't want to take my siblings with me. That leaves only one choice.

"We'll take Sirius," Ron said.

"Lord Black?" Daphne cocked an eyebrow. "He's not exactly… adult-like…"

"Makes him the perfect choice," Ron said. "Plus, it might help him understand the good he can do within the Wizengamot."

"Wait… Wizengamot?" Daphne asked, now she was confused.

"He was asked to join it, but he wasn't interested," Ron explained. "Maybe when he sees the children who the Headmaster and I helped, it'll move him into action. He thinks that politics aren't important, but they are. A man like Sirius Black can do way more than me, so convincing him to act is important."

"Only you could turn a visit to an Orphanage into some scheme for the future," Daphne giggled. "Let's go find Lord Black, then."

---

Ten Minutes Later

"All right, you two," Sirius stepped into Living Room. "Both of your parents are aware that we're leaving."

"Thanks for doing this, Sirius," Ron said. "I know that you wanted to fly around with Harry."

"I can do that when I come back," Sirius shrugged. "Plus, you'll be joining me. One for one, Ron."

"He got you," Daphne whispered. I know.

"That's fair," Ron gave a nod. "I'll ready the floo." He has to know about Dumbledore's involvement. The house is literally called 'Dumbledore Abode', so that'll raise unwanted attention. However, if Dumbledore himself clues Sirius in, maybe the damage won't be so bad.

Ron walked up and took a pinch of floo-power, which he promptly tossed into the fire.

"The Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts," Ron called, and the fire blazed green.

"Dumbledore's Office?" Sirius asked.

"I didn't create the Orphanage alone," Ron said before stepping through the fire.

As Ron stepped into the Headmaster's Office, he saw the old man drinking mulled wine as he stared out of a large window

"Ronald," Dumbledore greeted without looking back.

"How did you know it was me?" Ron asked. "You're facing the other way."

"The fireplace told me," Dumbledore chuckled to himself.

"Weirdo," Ron muttered under his breath, and Dumbledore shot a knowing smile back. What in the fuck? He heard that?

Daphne and Sirius both came through the fire at that, and Dumbledore gave them both a warm smile.

"How is everyone's Christmas?" Dumbledore asked them. "Mine has been quite spectacular." Brooding and drinking alone is spectacular?

"Certainly looks like it, Dumbledore," Sirius smiled at the mulled wine. They don't see it, do they? The man is completely alone on Christmas…

"I save this particular wine all year long," Dumbledore gracefully took his seat, his wine glass floating over to him. "What can I do for you three?"

"I want to go see Priscilla and the others," Ron replied, and Dumbledore looked to Sirius and Daphne. "The Headmaster helped me set everything up."

"You helped him with this Orphanage?" Sirius asked the old wizard. "When?"

"When he came to me," Dumbledore replied. He didn't even try to answer that.

"It doesn't matter when," Ron looked to Sirius. "I wanted to help Priscilla, and I came to the Headmaster for advice. We worked together on the project, but truth be told, he did mostly everything. I only convinced Priscilla to move into the Orphanage with her friends."

"Don't sell yourself so short, my boy," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Why did you help him with all of this?" Sirius looked between Ron and Dumbledore.

"Because help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it," Dumbledore replied. Where does he come up with this stuff?

"That's not a real answer," Sirius sighed out.

"Would you have preferred it if I didn't help Ronald?" Dumbledore asked. Yeah, turn it back on him. Nice move.

"What?" Sirius blinked. "No… I'm glad that you helped him…"

"Then there is nothing more to discuss, is there?" Dumbledore smiled at Sirius, who shook his head slowly. Sirius got mind-raped by Albus Dumbledore!

"Now that everyone is in the loop, do you mind if I use your fireplace, Headmaster?" Ron asked.

"Go ahead," Dumbledore replied, and Ron made his way back to the fireplace.

"Dumbledore Abode," Ron said as he tossed the floo-powder into the flames, and when they roared to life, Ron looked back to his companions. "Let me do the talking, please."

"Go on," Sirius said, while Daphne collected her thoughts.

Ron stepped into the Orphanage, and he immediately noticed the clutter on the Living Room floor. What the…? There was torn wrapping paper everywhere, and he could hear loud laughter throughout the house. In the corner, there was a heavily decorated Christmas tree, and under that tree were solid boxes wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.

Ron smiled widely at the sight of this chaos; they had indeed enjoyed their Christmas this year. I feel like a great burden has been lifted.

"Merlin, what happened in here?" Daphne whispered from behind him.

"An outlandish party by the looks of it," Sirius looked around the massive room. "Dumbledore and you split this?"

"You're still stuck on that?" Ron chuckled.

"It's just… odd… that he'd help you with such a thing," Sirius couldn't help but point out. "This is extreme generosity, even for Albus Dumbledore."

"Clearly, he's more generous than you thought," Ron shrugged. "I'm going to go find Priscilla. Can you two wait here, please?"

"Sure," Daphne agreed, she wasn't ready to run into a bunch of strangers.

Ron made his way out of the Living Room, and from there, he found the Kitchen. He saw Packy, Tacky, and Racky preparing a giant feast with happy smiles, and in the corner was Priscilla. She was making carefree conversation with the Elves; her face was much fuller and brighter now. She looks really well. And she's not wearing that thin dress anymore. She has a thick sweater on.

"Master Ronald?" Packy suddenly squeaked, and everyone stopped moving immediately. Master? What?

"Sorry for barging in like this," Ron stepped further into the room, and Priscilla quickly ran up and hugged him.

"It's so good to see you!" Priscilla said excitedly, and Ron tensed a little. She was a lot more wary the last time I saw her.

"Hello," Ron said lamely, and she pulled back with a wide smile. She looks really bloody different. Is this the same person? "You look quite well, Priscilla."

"The others keep saying that they don't recognize me sometimes," she tucked her neatly cut hair behind her ears. "Though, I could say the same about them. Things have been really good."

"Good," Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for not being in contact for so long. I figured that time would do you more good than I could."

"Yeah, I guessed that's what you were thinking," Priscilla nodded. "You made the right call, I think. It was really hectic early on, and poor Packy, Tacky, and Racky had to bear the brunt of the bad behavior. The younger ones turned rabid with excitement… It was not easy to handle."

"And they've calmed down now?" Ron asked. "I saw the Living Room…"

"Oh, that…" Priscilla laughed heartily. "This is our first real Christmas, and even I couldn't hold myself back. Everyone got a present this year!"

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," Ron felt all the tension leave his shoulders. "One of the reasons why I came here was because I wanted to make sure that you were all having a party of sorts."

"That's really sweet of you, Ron," Priscilla shifted around a little. "Do you want something to drink? Or to eat? We can make you whatever you want."

"I wouldn't mind some tea," Ron decided to accept her hospitality.

"I'll make some," Priscilla quickly got to work, while the Elves sniggered to each other. What are they laughing about? Whatever, I need to tell Priscilla about Daphne and Sirius.

"I've brought a couple of people with me," Ron told Priscilla, and she slowly looked back. "Their names are Daphne Greengrass, and Sirius Black."

"Sirius Black?" Priscilla remembered that name. "The man who was locked up by the Ministry?"

"You know of him?" Ron asked.

"Everyone in Knockturn Alley was talking about him when he got set free," Priscilla replied. "That's actually how I first heard about you." Makes sense, I took part in his liberation.

"Well, he's here," Ron said. "Daphne and Sirius are my trusted friends, and I'm showing them this place in case something happens to me. They'll make sure that you all want for nothing."

"If something happens to you?" Priscilla turned around with a worried look. "Are you in trouble, Ron?"

"Just a precaution," Ron decided not to ruin her day. "I'm one of those thorough freaks that you hear about, but never meet."

"Right…" Priscilla looked a little calmer. Is it just me, or does she look a little too worried about my wellbeing? "Are they waiting by the fireplace?"

"Yes," Ron replied.

"Mistress, we'll make the tea and bring it out," Tacky said. "Mistress should greet her guests properly. It is the proper thing to do."

"Of course," Priscilla fixed up her sweater.

"Let's go," Ron turned around and headed back to the Living Room.

Priscilla walked right behind him, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was using him as a human shield. As they entered the Living Room, Ron saw that Sirius and Daphne were talking to a bunch of excited children. Sirius was performing simple Magic tricks to entertain the masses, while Daphne was talking to a couple of tiny girls.

"Oh, no," Priscilla muttered. "I'll get them to clear out, Ron. They're surrounding your friends."

"No, that's fine," Ron quickly assured her. Look at Sirius. He looks loud and happy, but at the same time, he has a sorry look about him.

"You're here as well?" Tiberius walked up to Ron, and Ron studied the boy with wide-eyes.

Tiberius was wearing clean, ironed clothes, and his once untidy hair was neatly cut and gelled back. He looks like a tiny Percy Weasley. What happened here?

"Tiberius?" Ron smiled. "Merlin, mate… You look really good." I know he's around my age, but he's so much shorter than me. It's not right.

"He's been excelling in his studies," Priscilla said proudly. "I always knew he was smart."

Tiberius sniffed proudly, but he kept his eyes on Ron.

"I'm planning to join a Muggle school soon, and from there, I'll become successful," Tiberius said with a challenging stare. "Then I can take over your duties in regards to us."

"Tiberius…" Priscilla frowned a little. "Why are you so aggressive about Ron?"

"I'm not," Tiberius looked between them. "Ron? What happened to calling him 'Mr. Weasley'?" Mr. Weasley? Ew! That makes me sound old. We're around the same age, mate, and Priscilla is two years our senior.

"Sorry about him, Ron," Priscilla sighed out as Tiberius left for upstairs. "He's just trying to look after everyone…"

"Don't worry about it," Ron said. "I'm sure he means well."

"It's him!" one of the little ones shrieked, and all the children looked to Ron. There are more children here than last time.

"Hello," Ron smiled at them. "If you don't remember me, I'm Ron."

"Are you here to spend Christmas with us?" the tiny girl next to Daphne asked. "We didn't get you a present…"

"I'm just here to wish you lot a merry Christmas," Ron said.

"Merry Christmas," a bunch of them said together. They all look healthier, and much better dressed. Good. Everything seems to be going well.

"You must be Priscilla," Sirius said as he walked up to them. "Nice to meet you. My name is Sirius Black."

"It's nice to meet you as well," Priscilla greeted him, and then she looked to an approaching Daphne. "Any friend of Ron is always welcome here."

"Thank you," Daphne smiled at the older girl. "I'm Daphne Greengrass, I've heard that you take good care of everyone here."

"I try," Priscilla chuckled nervously. "They can be a handful at times, but they're a good bunch."

"Are you the eldest here?" Sirius asked.

"Not counting Packy, Tacky, and Racky, I am," Priscilla replied.

"Elves?" Daphne asked.

"They're the caretakers," Ron explained. "They cook, clean, and teach."

"They're lifesavers," Priscilla said. "We've all grown to love them."

"It's good that you have help," Sirius nodded in approval.

"Do you all want a tour?" Priscilla asked suddenly, and then she looked to Ron. "The Headmaster made some more additions to the rooms, by the way. I managed to convince a few more kids to live here. The older ones are in too deep to leave Knockturn Alley behind, but they helped me round up the little ones."

"What do you mean by 'too deep'?" Ron asked. "Maybe I can help them?"

"I don't want you to get involved in something criminal," Priscilla said. "I asked them to come, but they chose to stay in Knockturn Alley. If they're that far gone, then they'd only bring trouble here." A bit harsh, but I reckon she's wiser about this sort of thing than I am.

"If you think it best," Ron decided to heed her advice.

"Come, I'll show you around," Priscilla smiled, and a flood of children engulfed them.

"Are you showing them our rooms?!" some boy's voice cracked.

"Daphne, I'll show you my room myself," one of the girls said. "We just put new 'wallpaper' in my room!"

"Daphne, why don't you go on?" Sirius asked, and Daphne didn't waver whatsoever. "I want to speak to Ron really quickly."

"Is everything all right?" Priscilla looked between Ron and Sirius.

"I don't think I should be looking in their rooms," Sirius calmed her down with a laugh. "Ron will join you all shortly."

"It's all right," Ron said. "I'll be right up."

"Okay," Priscilla nodded, while Daphne gave Ron a slightly hesitant stare. You'll be fine. I'll be with you in a couple of minutes.

Priscilla and Daphne left for upstairs at that, and it looked like they were being carried away by a tidal wave made up of excited children. Once every last one child was gone, Sirius looked Ron with a knowing smile.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"You're a clever little git," Sirius remarked, and Ron played innocent. He saw through it. Whoops. "I thought you brought me here because you trusted me."

"You wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you," Ron said. "But you're not wrong… I wanted you, of all people, to come see this. This is what you can help fight for if you join the Wizengamot."

Sirius shot a sorry look towards the stairs, and then he let out a sigh.

"Those kids definitely didn't deserve to grow up in Knockturn Alley," Sirius said.

"No, they didn't," Ron agreed.

"You're doing a great thing here," Sirius admitted openly. "I won't give away all the details, but I'd like to tell your parents about all of this. I think they'd be very proud of you. I know I am."

"Have you grown a vagina in my absence?" Ron asked, and Sirius let out a chuckle.

"I was trying to say something nice, you prick," Sirius lightly shoved Ron. "Maybe joining the Wizengamot could be the right move… I mean, look at this place. I now have no doubt that the Werewolf Sanctuary will work out."

"And we can do even more," Ron said. "If we work together, that is."

"You want more allies within the Ministry," Sirius nodded along. "I… I'll think about it, Ron. I promise." That's all I can hope for at this point. "Go on. Join your girlfriend, I'll be waiting down here."

---

Twenty Minutes Later

Ron quietly sipped his tea while the children, especially the boys, did their best to impress Daphne. Maybe they like her more because she's prettier than me? Ron smiled behind his teacup; it was good that they were all getting along. Daphne certainly had more patience than him, and that allowed her to listen to everyone's tall tales and 'accept' them with a pleased smile.

"I can actually jump down three flight of stairs," one of the younger boys boasted. Horse-shite, mate, you'd break your fucking legs if you did that.

"Really? I can't even do one," Daphne smiled at the boy, who puffed up rather arrogantly. Lying little tosser. Calm down, Ron, they're only children. What's the matter with you?

"I can do three as well," a smaller boy lied, and Ron drew in a calming breath. Good thing I have some tea to calm my nerves. They're all making moves on her, the rascals.

"Can you boys stop hogging her?" one of the girls bit out. "She was going to show us girls how to do her hair up like hers."

"She's certainly popular," Sirius said, he and Priscilla were returning from his tour of the Kitchen. "And look at you… Sipping tea all alone."

"And?" Ron huffed. "Nothing wrong with drinking tea alone."

"They're just trying to get her attention," Priscilla said, and then she looked Daphne over. "I don't think any of them have seen such a pretty girl before." I knew it. Those covetous little shits.

"I reckon we should be on our way," Sirius said to Ron. "I did promise your parents that I'd bring you home."

"Has it already been twenty minutes?" Ron checked his Rolex. He's right, we should get back in order to avoid trouble. "I guess we really should be off, then."

Ron stood up, and he gave Priscilla a smile.

"Are you sure you can't stay for longer?" Priscilla asked.

"Yeah, we're sure," Ron said. "But I'll drop in again soon, I promise."

"All right," Priscilla smiled, her eyes fixed on his. "It was really good to see you again, Ron."

"You too, Priscilla," Ron fixed up his suit jacket. "Now, I need to ask… Do you guys need anything? Maybe more money?"

"We've still got over fifty Galleons left," Priscilla assured him. "Plus, the Headmaster has sort of helped me get a job…"

"He has?" Ron asked.

"An old friend of his from his schooling days runs an apothecary down the road," Priscilla sounded very proud all of a sudden. "I stack his shelves, and he in turn pays me a little and teaches me how to read. He gets so many customers that I can hardly keep up. The whole Wizarding part of town goes to his shop. It's really quite amazing, actually." It is? Well, whatever makes her happy, I suppose.

"That's good to hear," Ron made a mental note to thank Dumbledore. "I'll also top up your account."

"Thank you," Priscilla gave a grateful nod.

"Daphne, we're going," Sirius waved at her, and the children booed him. "Hey… Why?"

"Don't boo your elders," Priscilla quickly admonished her wards. "These are our guests, and friends."

"I'll see you all again soon," Daphne promised. "Enjoy the rest of your Christmas."

"Bye, Daphne," most of them waved her off. I'm here too! Can I get a collective 'bye' as well? No? Well… Whatever.

"They're very polite, and I can tell that they're lucky to have you," Daphne reported back to Priscilla, who nodded slowly due to Daphne's 'cold' tone. Is Daphne putting on a strong face? I think she is. I'd say that this visit was very successful. Both Daphne and Sirius like these kids, which will make it easier for them to pick up where I leave off.

"Thanks," Priscilla accepted the kind words. "I'll walk you all out."

Ron made his way over to the fireplace in order to prepare it, while Sirius asked Priscilla about the children's daily routine. She told him all the basics such as their study time, their eating times, and their playtime. She even told Sirius that she was planning to start looking into a Muggle school, and that with Dumbledore's help, most of the younger one could start next term.

"Floo's ready," Ron told the others.

"It was great to meet you," Sirius shook Priscilla's hand. "If you need anything from me, just let Ron know. All right?"

"Of course," Priscilla replied, though Ron was sure that she wasn't going to 'burden' anyone else. She's still proud, and I can tell that she's been busting her arse for everyone in this house. Still, she looks very happy. I'm glad I finally did something right.

"I hope we see each other again," Daphne gave a genuine smile.

"Me too," Priscilla smiled back.

Sirius and Daphne both went through the fireplace at that, leaving Ron alone with Priscilla.

"I'll be in touch," Ron gave her a parting nod. "And remember, if you need anything-"

"I should just tell the Elves, and they'll come find you," Priscilla finished for him, and Ron smiled a little.

"Yeah, that," Ron nodded. "Take care of each other."

"Don't think twice about coming here," Priscilla said quickly. "Um… You're always welcome here is what I'm trying to say… Bye, Ron…"

"Bye," Ron said, and after shooting one quick look at the eavesdropping children, Ron went through the fire.

"I never really say this… But you're a great man, Dumbledore," Sirius was saying, while Dumbledore just smiled at Sirius from behind his desk.

"We must all do our part, Sirius," Dumbledore said with a meaningful look, and Sirius nodded ever so slowly. The old man is really taking Sirius' psyche to the woodshed today, isn't he?

"I think Lord Black is all but ready to help out at the Orphanage," Daphne whispered to Ron.

"And you?" Ron asked.

"I want to help as well," Daphne cleared her throat. "Are they all from Knockturn Alley?"

"Yes," Ron replied.

"So many…" Daphne muttered. "And this is their first home?"

"Did they tell you that?" Ron asked, and she gave a weak nod. "Are you all right, Daph?"

"I don't know what to say, really," Daphne looked back to the fireplace. "I've never thought of being homeless before…"

"Don't worry, I was just as jarred as you," Ron rubbed her arm. "It took me a long time to get over seeing other people my age living in the gutters of that shithole."

"A girl named Trist told me that she thought she was going to start working with Priscilla soon," Daphne gave Ron a tired look. Working with Priscilla soon? Oh… Oh, no…

"Trist? The really small, blonde one?" Ron asked.

"She reminded me of Tori…" Daphne swallowed thickly. "I feel a little sick, Ron… Can we go home?"

"Of course," Ron nodded quickly. "Sirius! Daphne isn't feeling well!"

"Really?" Sirius broke off from his conversation with Dumbledore. "I'll get the floo ready."

"Take a seat, Daph," Ron helped her into a chair, and Dumbledore sent over a floating glass of water.

Ron took the glass, and he handed it to Daphne. She drank it down in small gulps, and when it was finished, she handed it back to Ron before bending forward a little.

"I'll help her through," Sirius said as he walked back up and helped Daphne to her feet. "Just come through after us, kid."

"I'll be right there, Daphne," Ron promised as he watched Sirius and Daphne disappear through the fire.

"It's always hard to look at the bottom of the barrel," Dumbledore said. "Especially when one has only ever been at the top. She is strong for having the courage to look."

"I kind of feel like I forced her to look," Ron admitted.

"She doesn't regret looking, Ronald," Dumbledore told him.

"Are you sure?" Ron looked to the old wizard.

"Quite sure," Dumbledore smiled, his cheeks were rosy. He's still drinking?

"Thank you for helping Priscilla," Ron said. "She told me that you've been helping them every now and then. It's very kind of you, Headmaster."

"They are good children," Dumbledore smiled a little more widely. "Did you meet Tiberius?"

"I did," Ron gave a nod. "Reminds me of a certain Head Boy."

"Likewise," Dumbledore chuckled.

"Headmaster… If you don't have any plans for Christmas, why don't you drop by the Burrow?" Ron asked. "I mean, you're always welcome there. I bet Harry would be ecstatic to see you."

"And you?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'd bear with it," Ron shrugged with a half-smile.

"Thank you for the offer, kind boy," Dumbledore said. "But I plan to keep our friend company tonight. He's been very moody, or so I've been told."

"Is he coming back after the Break?" Ron asked.

"He is," Dumbledore replied.

"Great… Tell him that I look forward to attending his classes again," Ron said. Is it weird to miss someone as cold as Snape? Apparently so.

"I will pass on your regards," Dumbledore took a sip of his mulled wine.

"Take care, Headmaster," Ron decided not to make Daphne wait any longer.

As soon as Ron entered the Burrow, he found Daphne sitting on the couch with a sorry look. Sirius was having a chat with the other adults, while Mary was sitting with Daphne and speaking in hushed whispers. Uh-oh. They must come home to find the adults in the Living Room. I'm sure seeing Daphne so shaken must have alarmed her parents.

"How are you feeling?" Ron approached Daphne and Mary.

"I'm all right," Daphne nodded to herself.

"I'm sorry about this," Ron apologized to both witches.

"It's not your fault," Daphne said before Mary could reply. "I don't know why I'm being like this."

"It's all right to feel overwhelmed, love," Mary whispered. "It happens to everyone. Just take your time, okay?"

"Okay," Daphne closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She's copying my breathing exercise?

Ron took a seat next to Daphne, his eyes traveling towards Sirius and Lord Greengrass. His mentor gave him a passing glance, and from the look of it, he wasn't really angry with Ron. Maybe he's being lenient because I nearly died yesterday? Whatever his reasoning, I'm glad that he's not putting me up for trial.

"You're back," came Luna's voice, and Ron saw her and Tori standing in the doorway.

Her eyes darted towards Daphne, while Tori walked into the room.

"Are you sick?" Tori asked Daphne rather bluntly.

"No," Daphne replied. "Ron, you can go talk to Luna. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Ron whispered, and she gave a short nod.

"Go on," Mary said to Ron, while Tori lingered about in an effort to see Daphne's face.

"I'll be back soon," Ron said, and then he walked over to Luna. "Do you want to talk?"

"I think Daphne needs you," Luna said.

"I'll go back to her once we finish," Ron said. "Come on, let's talk in the Kitchen."

"Alright," Luna walked over to a nearby chair, and Ron followed after her.

As Ron sat down beside her, he found her simply staring at him. Not very subtle, but that's fair enough.

"So-"

"Are you really dying?" Luna asked in a meek tone. Woah… She does not pull her punches.

"I… I don't know what to tell you, Luna," Ron sighed. "I want to say no, but there's no point in lying anymore…"

"I was hoping that it wasn't true," Luna looked extremely dejected. "I was hoping that the adults were all being far too extreme about this…"

"I wish that were true," Ron said gently. "I'm sorry, Luna."

"You shouldn't be sorry," Luna stared down at the table. "You're the one who's sick."

"I'm sorry that you're hurting," Ron clarified. "I really didn't want to see you like this. Any of you."

"You hid it well," Luna said. "Good on you, Ron." Only she would congratulate me right now.

"Thanks, I guess," Ron smiled a little. "Are you scared?"

"Yes," Luna replied, and Ron moved closer to her side.

"Want to hold my hand?" Ron asked as he offered his left hand, and she quickly took it.

"Please don't go," Luna sniffled, and Ron felt like a mule had kicked him.

"I still have time left, little sister," Ron tried to be as gentle as he could.

"But you could die any minute," Luna finally looked at him. "That's what the adults keep saying, and they're not wrong… You nearly died yesterday, didn't you?"

"I don't like to think about it," Ron said. "I just want to make sure that the time I do have left is spent on making things better for others. That's all I can really offer at this point." Whatever little good I manage to do, I'll make sure to preserve it. Maybe once the war is over, some Good Samaritan will continue my work.

"You can offer heaps," Luna argued.

"Luna, I don't get a choice with this sickness," Ron decided that he needed to be firm about that. I can't let her think that I'll just recover whenever I get tired of being sick.

"So you're fine with dying?" Luna asked. "You're fine with leaving us behind?" How could I be fine with that? I'd do anything to change it, but no one has a cure.

"I'm not fine with dying, Luna," Ron opened up a little. "I'm really scared, actually… Sometimes, I lie awake at night thinking about what's next, and I just can't picture anything. It's terrifying… But at the same time, it is what it is. Life is about having problems, I think, and it's about learning to overcome them. I'm trying my best to overcome the hand dealt to me, but that doesn't mean that I'm fine with leaving you behind."

"No one has a cure?" Luna grasped at straws. "No one?"

"We're going to try Muggle Healers soon," Ron replied. "Maybe they'll have something that can help me."

"You don't believe that," Luna whimpered. "I can see it on your face… You don't care anymore. You just want to leave…"

Ron let go of her hand, and then he pulled her into his side. She was clearly trying to stop herself from bawling, and feeling her little body twitch and jerk cut Ron deeply. From the corner of his vision, he spotted Percy walking away from the back door with his head bowed. How much did he hear?

"I… I don't want to… stress you by crying…" Luna coughed out. "I'm sorry…"

"You can cry if you want," Ron rested his head on hers. "Remember when you got lost in the cornfield?"

"You and Ginny hid from… me…" Luna spluttered.

"Did I stop you from crying back then?" Ron asked, and she shook her head. "Did I tell anyone about it?"

"No…" Luna made a heart wrenching sound.

"You can cry if you want," Ron told her. "I'll sit with you for as long as you need. I promise."

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Draco Malfoy's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Late Afternoon)

Draco waited by the stairs; he had been sitting up against the wall for twenty minutes. From downstairs, he could hear Luna Lovegood's failed attempts at stemming her tears, and he could hear Weasley being very gentle for a change.

Draco had spent the entire day avoiding Ronald Weasley. Unlike everyone else in the Burrow, Draco couldn't justify showing concern for the red-haired wizard. And yet, he was concerned. Sorry, even… Maybe it was the somber undertone of this particular Christmas, or maybe it was the fact that Draco didn't mind Weasley too much anymore, but whatever the reason, Draco found himself trying to work up the courage to speak to his House-mate. It doesn't have to be a long conversation, Draco… Just give your condolences. How hard is that?

His legs refused to budge, and Draco branded himself a yellow-bellied coward. Why can't I even manage to talk to him on my own? Every time I think about it, my father's voice stops me. The poor bastard is dying, so what's the point of hating him? He'll be gone soon enough. Draco suddenly felt jarred; the thought of Weasley being dead bothered him. It bothered him quite deeply. He's a proper prick, but he's helped me. Even I can't deny that anymore. He's even put himself in front of the Dark Lord for me… Fuck! And I can't even speak to him? What's wrong with me?

Draco suddenly heard footsteps, and he quickly looked up to see Granger sneaking out of Ginevra's room. She had her wand in her hand, and a rather pleased smile on her face. Was she using Magic in there? Is she insane? The Ministry has a trace on all wands now. When she saw him, she came to an abrupt halt. A squeak escaped her mouth, and she quickly hid her wand behind her. Draco gave her a dull look; did she think he was stupid?

"What are you doing sitting over there?" Granger asked with wide, guilty eyes.

"Shhh," Draco shushed her, and she frowned immediately.

"Don't tell me to 'shhh'," Granger said haughtily.

"Weasley is down there with Lovegood," Draco frowned deeply. "She's not taking his impending death well."

Granger lost her aggression immediately, and she too adorned a rather sorry look. She's as bad as Davis… One mention of Weasley, and both their faces drop immediately.

"Wait…" Granger suddenly eyed him. "Are you spying on them?"

"What?" Draco hissed at the accusation. "Why would I do that?"

"Um… You're sitting in a dark hallway listening to people's private conversations…" Granger pointed out. "You tell me, Malfoy."

Draco could feel venom on his tongue, but he stopped himself from putting her in her place. A part of him genuinely believed that if he went that far, Weasley would come running up the stairs in order to throttle him. Another part of him didn't want to make her feel small, mostly because he too understood what it felt like to be cornered now. Weasley mentioned that I made Granger cry alone multiple times. He felt a guilty itch in the back of his head, and he quickly suppressed it.

"I was trying to go downstairs," Draco whispered. "But when I heard them, I decided to not interrupt their conversation. Don't believe that if you want, but it's the truth."

"But why sit there?" Granger asked. "And why listen?" I was hoping to steal some courage from a twelve year old…

"You're very nosy," Draco scowled at her.

"And you're very rude," Granger scowled back. "I saw that look in your eye just then… You wanted to call me a Mud-Blood, didn't you?"

Draco said nothing, mostly because he didn't feel the need to lie.

"Well, go ahead," Granger huffed. "I don't care."

"Are you done showing me your Gryffindor courage?" Draco drawled, and Granger seemed to puff up. "What does it matter if I thought about it? I didn't say anything, so you need to calm down."

"You just don't want Ron to get angry with you," Granger stated, and Draco found himself losing his patience. If she doesn't leave, I'm going to do something that I later regret.

"You don't know me," Draco gave her an icy look. "Don't presume to know why I do the things I do. Just do me the same courtesy of staying out of my way."

"Just do me the same courtesy of staying out of my way," Granger repeated. "Do you hear yourself?"

"What is your problem?" Draco shot up to his feet. "You want me to call you a Mud-Bl-" Draco stopped abruptly. Don't be like Flint!

"What's stopping you?" Granger matched his gaze. "You've done it dozens of times now."

Draco drew in a deep breath, and he managed to fight back his anger.

"That's what you want, don't you?" Malfoy sneered at her. "To be proven right? To go and tell your boyfriends that I'm still the worst sort of person alive?"

"Boyfriends…?" Granger looked rather disgusted by his insinuation. I see weakness.

"You three are a weird 'couple', right?" Draco smirked. "That's what everyone says."

"Who would say that?" Granger looked thoroughly put off. "You Slytherins are gross."

"Slytherins? Are you generalizing people, Granger?" Draco asked.

"Stop it," Granger frowned. "I know what you're trying to do."

"What am I trying to do?" Draco asked icily.

"You're trying to make me sound like a bigot," Granger replied. "Well, it's not going to work. I know for a fact that there are good Slytherins out there."

"And yet, you still use the name 'Slytherin' in contempt," Draco pointed out. "It's not so different from what we Pure-Bloods do."

"It is different," Granger argued. "I don't want to hurt any Slytherins, but you want to hurt people like me. Tell me that I'm wrong, Malfoy… I dare you."

Draco bit his tongue; she had managed to turn this around rather quickly. She's very intelligent, and I can't outfox her with a few carefully spoken sentences. Damn her. Why did she have to show up right now?

"I don't want to hurt anyone," Draco sat back down. "Mostly, I just want to be left alone."

Granger blinked at him, but she didn't say anything in response. Just go back to doing whatever you were doing in there, and leave me alone. Granger just stood in her spot, and after a few seconds, Draco shot her an angry glare.

"What?" Granger asked. "I didn't even say anything…"

"Why are you just standing there?" Draco asked.

"I want to go down as well, but I don't want to interrupt Ron and Luna," Granger replied. Oh…

Draco glared at the floorboards in front of him; maybe he ought to wait in Weasley's room? He'll have to come up eventually, and I might be able to say something if he addresses me first. Draco rubbed his face harshly; why was he acting like such a ponce?

"You seem agitated," Granger said, and Draco prayed to the Gods that they would seal Granger's mouth. "Is something bothering you?"

"Merlin, I just realized something…" Draco started, and Granger cocked an eyebrow. "You physically can't stop yourself from pestering people… What a dreadful condition you have."

"Haha," Granger rolled her eyes. "You ought to be a comedian, Malfoy. You're certainly a clown." Damn, she got me again!

Draco felt the urge to start yelling at her, but he knew that he'd come across as an idiot if he did so. She's sassier than I imagined, I'll give her that.

"Wait…" Granger suddenly whispered, and Draco gave her a dull look.

"What now?" Draco asked.

"Are… Are you worried about Ron?" Granger asked him in a hushed whisper, and Draco felt his face burn. She's trying to rile me up, isn't she?!

"Shut up," Draco hissed.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Granger asked a little too smugly, and Draco shot up to his feet and marched up to her.

"Shut. Up," Draco bit out, and she took a frightened step back.

"What are you doing?" came Weasley's voice, and Draco felt his insides freeze.

"Ron," Granger squeaked, and Draco slowly turned around. "Malfoy and I were just-"

"I didn't ask you a damn thing," Weasley said coldly, his pale eyes were fixed on Draco. "What were you doing, Malfoy?" I'm dead… He's going to burn off my face…

Draco swallowed thickly, now he was definitely too scared to speak. I'm an idiot… I let her rile me up, and Weasley showed up only to see me throwing a fit.

"We were arguing about Study of Runes," Granger lied, and Weasley cocked an eyebrow. "Malfoy thinks that the Rune for Protec-"

"Don't lie to me," Weasley said, and then his eyes were fixed on Granger. "Were you riling him up?" Huh?

Granger blinked, and Draco subtly took a step away from her.

"I wasn't, Ron," Granger looked to Draco. "Tell him that I wasn't." Damn it… Now what?

"It's… It's not really your business," Draco told Weasley. "Granger and I were having a private conversation…" Did I just use her words? Fuck it… If it saves me from his anger, I'll take it.

"Ye… Yeah," Granger added quickly. "Don't be so nosy, Ron."

Weasley just stared at them, and then he shook his head.

"Whatever," Weasley muttered. "Just don't burn the house down…" Yeah, he's definitely weakened from his earlier conversation. "I need to go change into something else. Excuse me."

Weasley walked past them, and Draco spotted shiny snot on the tall boy's shoulder. Gross… Once Weasley had disappeared upstairs, Draco let out a breath of relief. That could've gone really badly for me.

"That was close," Granger mumbled, while Draco simply drew in a deep breath. "You know… If you want to talk to him, now would be a good time…"

Draco looked up with a disbelieving look; no one could be this socially inept. We nearly came to blows, and she's still pestering me?

"I won't say anything to anyone," Granger added, and then she quickly left for downstairs.

Draco watched the spot where she had been standing, and he felt the urge to choke the air. She's so infuriating! Draco shot a quick look downstairs, and when he was certain that she was truly gone, he began making his way up to Weasley's room. He was definitely nervous, especially because Weasley seemed rather upset before, and Draco really didn't want to act as a lightning rod for Weasley's rage.

Draco stopped in front of the door, and after summoning all of his Malfoy strength, he knocked on the door.

"It's open, Malfoy," came Weasley's voice, and Draco slowly entered the room. "What can I do for you?"

Weasley was lying down on his bed, his soiled suit jacket lying unceremoniously on the floor. Um… What do I say?

"Is Lovegood feeling better?" Draco asked. Why the fuck am I asking after Lovegood?

"Pandora and Xeno took her off me," Weasley sat up. "She really tired herself out."

"What about your actual sister?" Draco asked.

"Ginny's a different sort," Weasley shrugged. "She's out there playing Quidditch… Taking all of her anger and frustration out on Quaffles and Bludgers." Weasley then eyed Draco. "Why aren't you playing with them? Even Theo is participating, and he can't fly to save his life."

"Your brothers are on edge," Draco replied. "I don't want to turn into their distraction."

"Right," Weasley nodded to himself. "Smart."

Draco made his way further into the room, Weasley seemed more tired than upset. I'll just casually tell him that I'm sorry for his poor health. That's what you do with sick people, right? Yeah, I'm not breaking any rules by telling a sick person that I'm sorry.

"You and Hermione make an odd pair," Weasley said suddenly, and Draco stopped mid-step. "I overheard you two going at it, by the way."

"You did? How much did you hear?" Draco asked.

"The word 'bigot' caught my attention," Weasley replied. "I came in when you told her that you didn't want to hurt anyone."

"You… You eavesdropped on me?" Draco felt his face heat up with anger.

"What were you doing before that?" Weasley asked with a smirk.

"I wasn't eavesdropping," Draco lied blatantly.

"Well, I liked what I heard," Weasley shrugged with an actual smile. "Good on you, Malfoy. You didn't stoop to the bottom of the barrel, and you showed Hermione that you don't act like Flint and his lot anymore." No, I don't.

Draco felt oddly validated by Weasley's comment, and he decided to accept the praise without argument.

"Then why act so cold?" Draco couldn't help but ask.

"You did charge into her face, remember?" Weasley replied. "Everyone has limits, Malfoy, and I thought that you had reached yours. I figured that I'd stop you before you did something that ended up ruining everything for you."

"How generous of you," Draco said, and Weasley's smile widened.

"Does it bother you that I stepped in?" Weasley asked. Of course it does… I don't need you to babysit me.

"What does it matter what I think?" Draco asked in return. "I know you enough now to understand that you'll always do as you please. It doesn't matter that I wasn't going to lash out… You decided that you needed to step in, and so you did."

"I guess you're right," Weasley hopped off of his bed, and then he stretched like a cat. Wait a second… Why is his body getting so long?

Draco was genuinely baffled to see Weasley's back elongate abnormally, but before he could get a better look, Weasley stopped stretching.

"Are you staring at my arse?" Weasley gave Draco a confused look. WHAT?!

"No," Draco sneered. "What's the matter with you?"

"You're the one eyeballing me," Weasley sniggered. "You tell me, Malfoy."

"I wasn't looking at your arse," Draco felt both embarrassed, and rather annoyed. "I don't do stuff like that."

"Hey, I don't judge," Weasley grinned. "To each their own, I say."

"Sod off," Draco spat out. I'm leaving.

Draco turned to leave, but Weasley quickly blocked his path. Damn, he's really quick for a big bastard.

"I was just joking, Malfoy," Weasley laughed. "You're so quick to anger."

"I'm not gay, you prick," Draco frowned at Weasley.

"All right," Weasley said calmingly. "But just so you know, I wouldn't hold such a thing against you."

"Can I leave?" Draco asked coldly.

"Why did you come here?" Weasley ignore Draco's question. Oh, I regret coming here, believe me. "Also, why are you always hiding behind a book whenever I'm in the room?" He noticed… "You're not trying to avoid me, are you?"

"Does it look like I'm avoiding you?" Draco cocked an eyebrow. Don't let him get to you. That's what he does.

"It just feels like you are," Weasley shrugged. "Plus, you're the only person who hasn't cornered me today. Wait…" Weasley looked around, and then he let out a chuckle. "I guess you did corner me in the end."

"You don't enjoy your siblings' company?" Draco asked.

"I enjoy it, but the conversations today have been… heavy," Weasley replied, and Draco nodded in understanding. "They're trying to put up a strong front for my sake, but I know them better than that. They're scared, and none of them know what to do." Weasley then drew in a deep breath. "Do you want to play some Chess with me?"

"Pardon?" Draco asked. Where did that come from?

"Daphne is talking to her parents, while the others are outside playing Quidditch," Weasley explained. "My siblings aren't exactly acting like their normal selves, and the Trio keep trying to offer me help. You're pretty much the only person still acting normal… So, do you have time for a game? I could really use a break here, Malfoy."

Draco decided that maybe helping Weasley feel a little normal was better than giving him a sympathy ridden speech. He's helped me plenty of times without me asking, so what's wrong with me returning the favor for once? Nothing. There's nothing wrong with it.

"I want to be black this time," Draco walked over to Weasley's bed.

"Sure," Weasley said. "Won't help you win, though." We'll see. I've gotten used to your tricks, Weasley.

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Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Evening)

"This is such a stupid game," Draco knocked his king over. He's not even taking it easy on me! What's the fucking point?!

"One more?" Weasley asked.

"No," Draco refused outright. "I'm sick of playing Chess."

"You sound like an angry toddler," Weasley sniggered, and Draco clenched his jaw. "Don't give me that look, please. Your jawline makes my knees wobble."

"Ugh…" Draco grimaced. He was less annoying when he used to get riled up easily. Now, he just turns everything into a sick joke.

"Ronnie, are you in your room?!" came Molly Weasley's voice. "We're opening presents! Is Draco up there with you?!" Presents?

"Do Weasleys usually open their presents in the evening?" Draco cocked an eyebrow at Weasley. "Normally, you open presents first thing in the morning."

"Well, it's been an odd Christmas," Weasley shrugged. "We're coming, mum!"

Draco suddenly realized that he wasn't getting any presents this Christmas. His mother was a hostage, and his father was in the wind. Melancholy settled into his stomach, and once again, Draco felt like the entire World was against him. Even Godfather is out of the picture…

"Are you coming?" Weasley asked from the door.

"I'll… just stay here…" Draco said, unable to hide his childish disappointment. Who cares about not getting presents, Draco? There are far worse things, and they're happening to you right now.

"What about your presents?" Weasley asked, and Draco shrugged. He can't be this stupid, can he? "What? You think you didn't get any?"

"I know I didn't," Draco said sourly. "Just… Don't rub it in my face, all right? Just go be with your Family."

"I got you one," Weasley said, and Draco blinked at him. "See?"

Draco realized that Weasley had a bunch of papers in his free hand, which only further sparked his curiosity.

"What are those?" Draco asked.

"You won't know if you don't come with me," Weasley said. "Plus, I'm pretty sure my parents got you something."

"They did?" Draco had a hard time believing that. "Aren't they po-?" Don't finish that sentence!

Weasley gave Draco a deadpan look, and Draco pretended like he had never said anything.

"They're not wealthy, but they understand that every kid wants a present on Christmas," Weasley said. "Look… If they've gone out of their way to shelter you, don't you think that they want you to be a little happy?"

"I… I suppose…" Draco didn't know what else to say.

"Stop brooding up here, and just come with me," Weasley said. "You might be pleasantly surprised."

Draco followed Weasley out of the room without much thought, he was quite curious about Weasley present opening traditions. Yeah, keep telling yourself that… What am I doing? Mother and father would never approve of me accepting charity from the Weasleys.

"You're still bothered," Weasley nudged Draco.

"Don't touch me," Draco said coldly, but Weasley just sniggered to himself. "And I'm not bothered… I feel like I'm intruding."

"But you were invited," Weasley waved a dismissive hand. "If you had just burst in out of the blue, then you'd be intruding."

"Still…" Draco started, but he quickly stopped himself. "It doesn't matter. Let's just get this over with."

As they reached the second floor, a platoon of tiny Quidditch figurines flew past them. Draco eyed the flying toys suspiciously, but they ignored him in favor of kicking and punching each other.

"The twins' work," Weasley said. "They'll probably show off their fireworks later."

"How do they make all of this stuff?" Draco asked.

"Honestly, I have no fucking clue," Weasley replied. "They're just very creative."

Draco could hear loud chatter coming from downstairs, and he quickly began feeling apprehensive. He really didn't want to stick out like a sore-thumb, and in a house full of red-haired Weasleys, Draco was a beacon calling for trouble. Weasley made sure to keep Draco moving, and before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway of an overcrowded 'Living Room'. Mostly everyone was squeezed together, with the exception of Pandora Lovegood, who had her own seat.

"Come in," Molly Weasley smiled at them. "Just squeeze in here!"

Weasley and Draco shimmied their way further into the room, and when they saw the other Slytherins, Weasley cut a way through the loud adults. They're all drinking eggnog.

"You're here," Greengrass smiled at Weasley, and then she scooted over to give him some space.

Weasley squeezed himself between Davis and Greengrass, while Draco found some spare space next to Theo. Why aren't they doing this in the marquee outside? At least we'd be able to move around, then.

"A bit crowded in here, isn't it?" Theo smirked.

"Is there a reason why we're all squeezed in here?" Draco asked. He's got grass and dirt on his clothes. Did he fall during Quidditch?

"Tradition," Bill Weasley said as he moved past them. "Though if it gets any more packed, I'll ask mum and dad to move this outside."

"There's your answer," Theo said.

Draco shot a quick look at Weasley, and he saw that Weasley and Greengrass were once again whispering to each other. And they always sit so close… She ought to practice some prudence.

"Is everyone here?!" Molly Weasley yelled out.

"Yes!"

"Let's just get on with it!" Black laughed. "I want to see what you got me!" Enjoying the eggnog, I see. Wait… Didn't he mention that my aunt was supposed to be here?

"We'll do the children first," Arthur smiled at Black. "Charlie and Kirsten, can you start sending the presents along?"

"Sure, dad," Charlie Weasley got to work.

"Do we pass this along?" Domitor eyed the man-sized gift. "What in Merlin's name is that?" That's the doll that Weasley wanted. Maybe I should've chipped in. I mean, he got me a Christmas present… Damn. Why do I even feel guilty for not giving something to Weasley of all people? I didn't get anything for anyone.

"Leave that there for now, dear," Molly said. "It's already crowded enough in here."

Presents exchanged hands, and before long, every child had a bunch in their hands. Even Draco had three boxes, much to his bewilderment. One from the Weasleys, one from Sirius Black, and one from Andromeda Tonks. She actually got me something? Draco eyed the small purple box warily; what would she get him? I've never even met this woman. And why did Black get me something?

"Before you all start," Weasley stood up, and everyone looked to him. "I actually got something for all the kids."

"What?" one of the twins blinked. Huh? What's with that reaction?

"You can't do that," the other twin sighed out.

"I know we have an unspoken rule… But technically, I didn't buy these," Weasley said, and then he started passing out the parchments in his left hand. "Please, do not damage these in any way."

"What are those? Percy asked.

"Magic Permits," Weasley announced. "All of us kids can now use Magic outside of Hogwarts." What?

"Really?!" one the twins shot up, his eyes fixed on his permit. "He's right! Look at this, George! They'll ignore our Trace if it goes off!"

"Wicked…" George slowly grinned. How did Weasley pull this off? Does he have connections in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?

Draco studied his own permit when it reached him, while the adults looked ready for trouble.

"Just because your brother got you these does not mean that you will abuse them," Molly Weasley said sternly. "I don't want any Magic inside the house. Am I clear?"

"We expect you all to act within reason," Lord Greengrass looked between his daughters.

"Don't make us take these away," James Davis didn't like the grin on his daughter's face.

"Can we have our wands back?" Fred asked Molly, who looked to Arthur.

"Here," Arthur pulled them out of his robes, and then he passed them along. "Don't use them now, understand?"

"We'll be nothing but careful," George smirked.

"Oh, so careful," Fred Weasley kept his eyes fixed on the permit.

"Go on, open your other presents," Black said, and the sound of wrapping paper being shredded filled the room.

While the others gave into unruly behavior and excitement, Draco took his time opening his presents. He was, like any child would be, excited, but at the same time, he desperately missed the company of his parents. Father turned the whole Manor into a wonderland, and mother would spend a fortune on decorations. And then, we'd throw our annual Christmas Ball. As fun as all of that was, I really miss opening my presents with just them around.

Sirius Black had bought him a Broom-Kit, and although Draco didn't really fly anymore, he figured that he'd at least put this gift to good use. The Weasleys had knitted him a thick white sweater with a green 'D.M' printed on it, and from the look of it, each child had received their very own personal sweater. Weasley's already put his on, as have his siblings. Is this another tradition? Finally, Draco began opening Andromeda Tonks' gift; he was the most curious about this one.

Inside the purple box was the fabled Black Signet Ring, and Draco carefully pulled it out of the box. Mother mentioned that it was lost during the Great War. The ring had a platinum band, and at the top was a thick black gem. It was almost gaudy in appearance, but Draco understood that wizards enjoyed displaying their wealth and power. It was a custom, even. This is… a very special ring… Why did she give it to me? And why isn't she here? Draco looked in the small box for a note, but there was nothing inside. I'm not even a Black, though. Not completely, anyway. Shouldn't this be given to Aunt Andromeda's own daughter? No… This ring was meant for male heirs.

Draco looked to Black, who was currently having a laugh with the Trio. I need to ask him to return this. This ring was meant for someone else. It isn't right for me to have it. But saying that, Draco couldn't help but try on the ring. It was, after all, an ancient heirloom, and it no doubt had an exquisite story behind it. All ancient heirlooms do. That's how they become heirlooms. The ring was heavy, but it fit perfectly. Draco figured that it was Charmed to match the wearer's finger, which only served to highlight the ring's quality. Not a single inscription on it, and yet, it's Enchanted. This heirloom can't be older than a hundred years, then. Back in the day, they were forced to inscribe Runes in order to Charm items. Even the Sorting Hat has inscriptions inside it.

Theo suddenly blew a low whistle, and Draco looked towards him.

"Nice ring," Theo whispered. "It looks quite important."

"It is important," Draco said. "It's the Black Family Signet Ring."

"Really?" Theo eyed the ring. "Shouldn't Lord Black have it, then? Wait… Did he give it to you?"

"No… This was sent from my Aunt," Draco looked back at the ring, and he was quite tempted to keep it. It's so… alluring.

For a moment, Draco was sure that he saw something swirling within the black gem.

"You're half-Black," Theo remembered. "Still… I figured that Potter would be given such an heirloom."

Draco looked towards Potter, and he quickly pulled his hand behind his back. I can't let an artifact of our people be handed over to someone who doesn't even respect it. He'd see this ring as just 'Pure-Blood junk'. He won't respect its history.

"He doesn't deserve it," Draco said. "He'd toss it aside."

"Probably," Theo said, and then he put on his Weasley sweater. "Hey, it fits."

"Really?" Draco looked at Theo, who simply shrugged.

"It's cozy, and it has a massive 'T.N' on it," Theo smirked. "Why don't you put yours on? Everyone's doing it." I'd rather skin my face.

"I'll pass," Draco shot a look towards Davis and Greengrass. Davis put the sweater on, but Greengrass wants to show off her dress. And why is Weasley grinning at me? Does he want me to put on the sweater? I'm not doing that.

The fireplace suddenly roared to life, and Andromeda Tonks stepped into the Burrow.

"My word…" she almost ran into Lord Greengrass. "Ted, slow-"

Her husband marched in behind her, which caused her to bump into Lord Greengrass.

"A bit packed in here, isn't it?" Edward Tonks laughed, while Andromeda apologized to Lord Greengrass. That's her. That's the aunt that I've never met before.

Draco couldn't help but notice the similarities between his aunt and his mother, though Aunt Andromeda had light brown hair and softer eyes. She looks a lot like Aunt Bellatrix' portrait, and she has the Black Family's beauty to boot. That's definitely her. Her eyes landed on Draco, and a small smile graced her lips. Draco returned her gaze, but he kept his composure in check. Mother never speaks of her, and it's because she married a Muggle-Born. Draco looked to the pot-bellied man behind his aunt, and Edward Tonks noticed Draco's staring. He whispered something to his wife, and she gave a nod in response.

"I'm going to head out for a bit," Draco said to Theo. "Let Weasley know, or he'll come looking for me."

"You have a tongue, you do it," Theo said, and Draco drew in a deep breath. Prick.

Draco shimmied over to the couch, and Weasley stopped his conversation with Davis and Greengrass. They both just need an excuse to cling to him, don't they? Even Davis… What would Theo think?

"I need to step out for a bit," Draco told Weasley.

"Is everything all right?" Weasley asked.

"Yes," Draco replied, and then he turned to leave.

"Are you sure?" Weasley asked.

"Ron, don't grill him," Davis said. "Maybe he needs some privacy." Thank you.

"Oh… Well, let me know if you need anything, Malfoy," Weasley said, and Draco made his way out of the Living Room.

It was pure hard work getting through the excited mob, most of who really needed a break after everything that had happened. They're all keeping their eyes on Weasley, I can see it. By the time Draco reached the Kitchen, he was genuinely tired from maneuvering past the other guests. They should've used the marquee. Now that he had some space to himself, he looked back at the ring on his hand. It's a real shame, but I need to return it. It deserves to be on a Black's finger, not mine.

"Do you like it?" came a light voice from behind him, and Draco turned to face his 'missing' aunt. Should I even speak to her? She's disgraced.

Draco stared at her for a few moments, and she adorned a look of understanding.

"Your mother no doubt told you to never speak to me," Andromeda said. "I can understand your reluctance, I was also raised to avoid 'disgraced' Family members."

"You can have this back," Draco pulled the ring from his finger. "I'm not a Black, and it deserves to stay with its Family."

"Did it fit you?" Andromeda asked, her tone a little brighter now that he had spoken to her.

"It was Charmed to," Draco replied.

"No, it was Charmed to fit on a Black's finger," Andromeda smiled, and Draco looked down at the ring. "You have Black blood in you, and the ring feels it. It's chosen you, just like I hoped."

"Chosen me?" Draco asked.

"It's nothing special, but the ring wants to stay with you," Andromeda explained. "It's yours now, and it will be until you pass it off to another Black. Or in your case, a Malfoy." My children, you mean.

"Why me?" Draco asked, and Andromeda waited for him to go on. "Why give it to me, and not your own daughter? And why do you have it? I thought it was lost during the Great War."

"I stole it when I was banished," Andromeda replied.

"You stole from your own Family?" Draco was genuinely sickened to hear that.

"The very same Family cast me out into the street because I chose to think for myself," Andromeda replied calmly. "That ring always… spoke to me. Ever since I was little, I'd spend hours staring at my uncle's hand. Sirius' father, that is. He promised me this ring for my son, but sadly, life seldom works out like you plan it. I was cast out, and the ring called to me. I stole it before I left, but in the end, I never had a son. It refused my daughter, even, but now, it has a home. I feel quite relieved, truth be told… You've helped me put an end to a painful chapter of my life."

"I… I didn't do anything, though," Draco slid the ring back on. And it fits.

"And yet, I still feel at peace," Andromeda gave the ring a weak smile.

"Shouldn't Potter have this? Or Sirius Black himself?" Draco asked.

"Sirius already has everything, and he no doubt plans to give it all to Harry," Andromeda said. "This ring should stay with a Black, not a Potter."

Draco nodded in understanding; she was raised to respect heirlooms just as he was. Draco looked her over again, and he realized that she stood with a familiar regality about her. Her hands were joined at her stomach, and she held a strong posture. She reminds me of mother…

"You seem upset, Draco," Andromeda said. "Do you still wish to return the ring?"

"No…" Draco replied. "You just remind me of my mother." The one that your friends have locked away. She's spending Christmas in a prison cell, and I'm over here… Accepting prized heirlooms. I should be looking for ways to liberate her.

"She does take after me," Andromeda said, she was keenly studying his face. "You look a lot like your father, but your mother is there as well. And you have the Black Family's jaw."

"Mother says so," Draco said. "You… Do you know what they've done to her? Surely you don't agree with it… Maybe you can help me-"

"I can't do anything to help her, Draco," Andromeda told him, and Draco felt his stomach sink. Why did I expect any different? "She doesn't want help. My sister would rather live with hate in her heart, even if it means being locked away in an attic. I tried to see her when she was first brought in, but she threw a cup at my head."

Draco looked at the side of her forehead, and there was a tiny scar blemishing her skin.

"I chose to keep the scar as a reminder," Andromeda said. "I am not my sister's keeper, and she has made her own choices just as I have."

"Just because she believes in something different doesn't give you all the right to lock her away," Draco hissed, but Andromeda remained calm and steady.

"If her beliefs are centered around hurting others, then she needs to bear the consequences as well," Andromeda said. "I'm sure that you're in the dark about much of what's happened, and if you want, I can inform you."

"You'd just tell me everything?" Draco asked skeptically.

"I would," Andromeda replied. "Do you want to go outside? We can find a bench to sit on, and I'll tell you everything."

"What do you mean by everything?" Draco asked.

"I mean everything," Andromeda replied. "The tale of my banishment, the tale of your mother marrying your father, and the tale of our parts in the Great War. Do you have the time?"

"Yes," Draco replied immediately. I'm not giving up the chance to learn more about my mother's imprisonment. Maybe with some information, I can have her set free.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Evening)

Ron pushed himself into the bathroom, and the whispers in his mind faded. Fuck… Did I lose them?

He had been enjoying the company of his friends and Family, but strange whispers had begun to interrupt his Christmas. At first, he tried to ignore them, but when he heard Poppy Abadie's name amongst the whispers, Ron couldn't stop himself. And so, he had excused himself and chased after the whispers. They had grown louder with each step, but now, they were completely gone.

Ron shut the door behind him, and after locking it; he walked over to the sink. I'm a fucking nutcase. I mean, who else chases after ominous whispers? It's like I want the Entity to fuck me up. Ron turned on the tap, and he washed his face with his left hand.

"What are you doing up there?" Ron whispered to himself. "No response… Great…"

As Ron went to turn off the tap, he was jarred into freezing by the sight of his own hand. Sharp black nails had replaced his human nails, and Ron quickly pulled off his glove to look at his right hand. Motherfucker!

"What in the… fuck?" Ron stared at his hands. "Not this again… Not now."

He looked at his reflection, and he saw that he was still Ronald Weasley. Only my nails have changed? What is happening? Go away! Go back to being normal! Ron felt immense pressure on his fingernails, and he gaped in awe as the black nails crawled back into his skin. Ron genuinely spluttered in shock and awe, and then, he felt the back of his fingers. Oh… I can feel them behind the middle joints… EW!

"Um… Come back?" Ron muttered, and nothing happened. C'mon, Ron… Don't fucking panic here. Keep calm, and just think.

Ron drew in a few deep breaths, and after shooting a look at the locked door, Ron concentrated on his fingers. Come out. Nothing. Come out, please. Nothing once again. Come out now! The pressure returned, and sharp black nails pushed themselves into view.

"Oh… fuck…" Ron mumbled as he gazed at his hands.

Ron looked back at his reflection, and after a deep breath, he really focused onto it. Can my eyes change when I want? Well, let's try it. Ron eyeballed his own reflection, doing his best to change the color of his eyes. After a minute of failing, Ron let out a defeated sigh. Seriously, what is happening to me? Entity, as much as I hate you, I need some help on this. What the fuck have you done?

There was no response, and Ron felt his blood boil. Well, fuck you! Demonic cunt! You've ruined my life! Ron turned and cracked his neck, and his fingers snapped back and forth.

"Damn you…" Ron growled, and when he looked back at his reflection, he saw crimson, toad-like eyes. "It worked? Our anger made the change happen?"

It was a surreal feeling… Not only could Ron feel monstrous rage boiling in his veins, but he could also feel a certain kind of clarity. Ron looked back at his hands, and a dagger sharp grin graced his face.

"We are Ronald Weasley," Ron whispered, and the light bulb above his head exploded.

Ron didn't even flinch. His glowing, demonic eyes illuminated the bathroom slightly, and Ron quickly decided to fix the light bulb before someone showed up.

"Reparo," Ron waved his wand, and the light bulb quickly fixed itself. "Unbelievable. We're still in control."

Ron looked back at his reflection, and he felt no fear whatsoever. If anything, he was in awe of what was happening. Never before had he felt like himself whenever the Entity leaked through, but right now, he was feeling quite like himself. Ron closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then willed himself to return to normal. When he opened his eyes, everything was as it should be. His eyes were sky blue, his teeth were his own, and his fingernails were that of a human being.

"Ron?" came Bill's voice, and Ron nearly screamed.

"I'm taking a shit!" Ron blurted out.

"What the fuck?" came Charlie's laughter.

"Nice of you to be so sharing," Bill chuckled. "We're about to start setting up dinner. Do you want to help?"

"I'll be right there," Ron replied. "Just… Just let me finish, please." Stop going along with your terrible excuse!

"Don't tear anything," Charlie wheezed, and Ron heard them both leave.

"Fuck me with a dry turd…" Ron muttered, and then he looked back at his reflection. Wait… I wonder… "Fuck Us with a dry turd…"

Ron barely held back his cackle, this was too much. Imagine if the Entity said that? Oh, Lord… I'm hilarious! Ron straightened up his shoulders, and he gave his reflection an approving nod.

"We will make good use of these," Ron tapped his claws against the counter top. "And these."

Ron's jaw cracked open, revealing a maw of needle sharp teeth. Aren't We handsome?

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: And there it is! A very long Christmas Chapter! Now, we still have the dinner to get through, and I have a bombshell prepared for that. (I'll let you all salivate about that)

Now, a lot of people have been wondering if the story is going to finish at chapter 200, and personally, I don't think so. I don't like rushing through my arcs, nor do I feel the need to follow some form of layout. This is, after all, a fanfiction, and that gives me leeway. The story will finish when I'm done telling all of it! And yes, the Deathly Hallows have a part to play... I really enjoy expanding on the lore of this universe, and I have A LOT in store.

Please, be careful out there, and take care of yourselves. Remember to wash your hands, and to keep your distance from anyone showing flu symptoms. I hope you, and your families, are all in good health.

See you guys in about a week's time!