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.

114. Chapter 114 - Weakened

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 114 delivered!

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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'Mortality clarified in a single strike' - The Ancestor from Darkest Dungeon

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Fate

Chapter 114 - Weakened

Ronald Weasley's POV

Monday 4th January, 1994 (Hospital Wing – After Classes)

"There's Horcrux here?" Ron paled a little. "In Hogwarts?"

"Oh, yes," Ravenclaw Ron grinned. "Come. I'll take you to it."

"I…" Ron shot a look back. Gin-Gin. "No. Not right now."

"What?" Ravenclaw Ron lost his grin.

"If you're telling me the truth, then the Horcrux will still be in Hogwarts when I'm done," Ron turned around. "I have to be here for my sister."

"Are you joking?" Ravenclaw Ron followed after Ron. "I tell you that you can destroy a part of the Dark Lord's soul, and you decide that helping a little girl with her issues is more important? What is the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with you?" Ron hissed. "Little girl? That's our sister, you twat. She's in pain, and I can help her heal."

"Pomfrey can do that on her own," Ravenclaw Ron all but growled. "You haven't listened to a damn thing that I've said, have you? You're still trying to convince people that you're just like them. Well, you're not. They are beneath you, and you have more important matters-"

"Shut up," Ron cut in. "I don't see myself as the 'Champion of Fate', and if I had the chance, I'd tell that cunt to go fuck herself. Sure, I am different from everyone around me, but at least I give a damn about something other than my mission. Ginny needs support, and she came to me. Me. I won't let her down. Not again."

"She's the one who let you down," Ravenclaw Ron frowned in disgust. "She let you be the scapegoat for her crimes, and then, she Petrified you."

"She was scared, and alone," Ron ignored his past self. "And it was the Dark Lord who petrified me. Now, shut your gob and fuck off. Once I've taken care of this, then you can pester me about the Horcrux."

"This is exactly why your Cycle will fail," Ravenclaw Ron stopped walking, and Ron turned to face him. "You waste your time on these idiotic errands, but do you know who doesn't waste his time? The Dark Lord. This is why you will lose in the end."

"Like you lost?" Ron asked. "Yeah… You can run your mouth all you want, but you're dead and I'm not. If you want to help me end the Cycles, then you'll do things my way. If you don't like that, fuck off back to your 'friend'."

With that, Ron made his way into the Hospital Wing, where he found Madam Pomfrey waiting for him.

"Ronald," she called, she was standing by the door to her Office. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming."

"Sorry, I got held up," Ron replied as he looked around. "Um… Have you seen my little sister? Ginny, not Luna."

"I have not," Madam Pomfrey replied, and Ron clicked his tongue. Did she get scared again? Should I go find her? "Ronald, is something on your mind?"

"My sister agreed to come here with me," Ron explained. "She's struggling because of what happened to her, and after talking to her, we came to an agreement. She promised to-"

"Ron?" came Ginny's voice, and Ron immediately looked to the exit.

Ginny walked into the Hospital Wing rather timidly, her right hand massaging her left forearm once again. Is her left forearm injured? She's always fiddling with it.

"Ginevra," Madam Pomfrey greeted with a rare smile. "I was just talking to your brother, and he told me that you wished to sign up for some sessions."

"I'm still not too sure about this," Ginny looked to Ron, who gave her a calming smile.

"This will help, Ginny," Ron promised again. "Just give it a go, and if you don't like it, I won't force you. No one will." If I've learned anything about Ginny, it's that she doesn't like people making choices on her behalf. Making Hermione 'look out' for her cost me dearly.

"Do I have a session now, then?" Ginny asked Madam Pomfrey, who looked to Ron.

"That's fine with me," Ron said. "I don't really have much to discuss today."

"Are you sure?" Madam Pomfrey asked, and Ron gave her a nod. "Well, I'm more than happy to see you right now, Ginevra. Please, come into my Office."

"Okay…" Ginny drew in a deep breath.

"Do you want me to wait here?" Ron asked. "I don't mind."

Ginny looked like she wanted to say no, but in the end, she gave him a meek nod before disappearing into Madam Pomfrey's Office. Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind her, and Ron walked over and sat down on an empty chair. Please, Merlin, let this work.

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Nearly One Hour Later

"You could have easily secured the Horcrux by now," Ravenclaw Ron said, he was leaning against the wall to Ron's left. "But no… Instead, you're just sitting here. Waiting for nothing."

"I'm waiting for my sister," Ron said dully. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Excuse me?" Ravenclaw Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"I saw what you did to the people in this school," Ron glared at his past self. "Children… Professors… You killed them all."

"I did," Ravenclaw Ron said.

"Yeah, I don't expect you to understand," Ron looked back towards the door. "You're clearly broken, especially that brain of yours."

"I am not broken," Ravenclaw Ron scoffed. "It's everyone else that's broken…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked coldly.

"Nothing…" Ravenclaw Ron said bitterly, and Ron decided to ignore his past self. Why am I even talking to him?

Silence fell in the Hospital Wing once more, and Ron closed his eyes in order to take a nap. This session is going for longer than I expected, but honestly, I'm kind of glad. Madam Pomfrey must be making some headway with Ginny. After fifteen more minutes, the door to Madam Pomfrey's Office slowly creaked open. Ron was out of his seat within a heartbeat, and when Ginny stepped out with a handful of tissues, Ron made his way over to the two witches. Ginny's been crying.

"Hello," Ron greeted them, his eyes fixed on Ginny.

"You stayed…" Ginny gave a weak smile. "Thanks…"

"Don't worry about it," Ron couldn't really hide his relief. "Well? Did it help? You don't have to answer that, of course…"

"Good Lord," came Ravenclaw Ron's bored voice from behind him.

"I don't know yet…" Ginny admitted, and then she looked to Madam Pomfrey. "I'll see you on Saturday, then?"

"Of course, but don't be afraid of coming down here if you feel overwhelmed," Madam Pomfrey gave Ginny another rare smile. Odd… She has only smiled at me a couple of times, and I've been seeing her for nearly a year. "My door is always open."

"Okay," Ginny sniffled as she cleaned up her eyes. "I think I'll go back to Gryffindor Tower, now… I could use a nap…"

"Understandable," Madam Pomfrey gave her a nod, and then she left to take care of her other duties.

"I'll walk you to the Moving Staircase," Ron offered, and Ginny gave him a nod.

They both began making their way out of the Hospital Wing, while Ravenclaw Ron followed them at a distance.

"Um… Ron…" Ginny broke the silence with her croaky voice.

"Yeah?" Ron answered.

"I'm sorry for not coming forward… About the Diary, that is…" Ginny apologized, and Ron tensed a little. "People blamed you for everything that I did, and I should've come forward in order to protect you… I'm sorry…"

"What's done is done," Ron decided to put the past to bed. "I forgive you."

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked.

"Of course," Ron chuckled a little. "I never really blamed you, anyway."

Ginny nodded to herself, but she didn't say anything. As they neared the Moving Staircase, Ginny stopped him by moving into his way.

"Don't tell the others about this, okay?" Ginny said. "They'll all make a big deal out of it, especially mum…"

"My lips are sealed," Ron promised. Trust me, I know how annoying other people can be when they shove themselves into your affairs. "So… Your next session is on Saturday, then?"

"After lunch," Ginny was obviously relieved due to his promise to stay silent.

"Want me to come with you?" Ron offered.

"You have work on Saturdays," Ginny reminded him.

"Oh… Yeah…" Ron suddenly felt a little stupid.

"Thank you for the offer, but I can come back myself," Ginny said. "I… I actually want to… You were right; it felt good to talk about everything without holding back. She's a great listener."

"Good," Ron smiled involuntarily. This is really good. She's taken to it, which means that she'll get the help that she needs. I just have to make sure that I don't fuss over her, or cross any lines. I can do that. "Enjoy your nap, Ginny. I'll see you in the Great Hall during dinner."

"Bye," Ginny said, but instead of leaving, she hugged his middle. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Ron rubbed her back.

"I might vomit," Ravenclaw Ron drawled.

After a few seconds, Ginny pulled back with a smile.

"I'll be off, then," Ginny said. "See you at dinner."

"See you at dinner," Ron said back, and Ginny began heading up to the seventh floor.

Ron waited in his spot for a bit, and when he knew that he was completely alone, he looked back over his shoulder.

"Where is this Horcrux?" Ron asked his past self.

"Up on the seventh floor," Ravenclaw Ron replied.

"And what exactly am I looking for?" Ron asked.

"A Diadem," Ravenclaw Ron moved up to Ron's side. "Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem, to be exact."

"What? I thought that Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem was stolen by Helena Ravenclaw," Ron was quite taken aback. "How the fuck did it up back here?"

"Ah, the Hat told you," Ravenclaw Ron nodded to himself. "Lucky… I had to spend a year chasing down possible leads just to find it."

"You didn't answer my question," Ron said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ravenclaw Ron asked. "The Dark Lord brought it back to Hogwarts for safekeeping."

"When?"

"What does that matter?" Ravenclaw Ron shrugged. "I never cared to find out, I was just glad to be rid of it."

"Where on the seventh floor?" Ron asked.

"Oh, you're going to love this," Ravenclaw Ron grinned. "Come with me, and I will show you."

"Not so fast," Ron said.

"What now?" Ravenclaw Ron lost his grin.

"I'm not going there alone," Ron scoffed. "I'm going to go get Professor Snape and the Headmaster. They're much more skilled with Dark Objects than I am."

"You can't trust them," Ravenclaw Ron said. "You can't trust anyone but yourself. When will you learn that?"

"I'm not you," Ron said once again. "Now, I'm going to go get Professor Snape, and I expect you to cooperate."

"Is that so?" Ravenclaw Ron tilted his head.

"You clearly want the Cycles to end, so yeah, I expect you to cooperate," Ron said. "This is my Cycle, not yours. You just got set loose because of Fate and the Entity's meddling. If you don't like my way of doing things, you can fuck right off."

Ron began making his way down to the Dungeons, while Ravenclaw Ron simply vanished from sight. Ron knew that his past self was going to be difficult about this, but Ron also understood the importance of ending the Cycles. He's a cunt, but he's also tired of this shitty existence. I can't give him any control over me, or he'll start stringing me along like the Entity. I am in charge of my own life, and that's that. Ron made his way straight to Snape's Office, and once he reached his destination, he knocked on the door without hesitation.

"Come in," came Snape's voice, and Ron entered the Office and closed the door. Wait… I haven't thought about what I'll say to him after all this time.

"Hello," Ron greeted lamely, and when Snape turned around from stacking his shelves, Ron smiled without thinking. "You're walking around…" And you're safe.

"You are observant, as always," Snape cocked an eyebrow.

"I missed you so much," Ron felt slightly overwhelmed, and before he could think better, he began approaching Snape with his arms extended.

The man quickly picked up his cane, and he stopped Ron by planting the tip of his cane on Ron's sternum.

"What are you doing?" Snape asked coldly.

"I… wanted to hug you…" Ron admitted slowly. Merlin, what the fuck am I doing? Do I have a death wish? Fuck it, just go along with it. I don't care that I missed him as much as I did.

"There is no need for that," Snape frowned a little.

"I just want to make sure that you're really here," Ron grinned sheepishly. "If I hold you, then my heart can be at peace at last." Snape grimaced at that. "That didn't melt your heart? Not even a little?"

"Is there a reason behind this visit?" Snape asked, he hadn't missed this cheeky behavior.

"Well, yes," Ron replied. "But first, I want to ask about you. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Snape replied as he limped towards his chair. "I had almost forgotten how stupid the 'students' of this school are."

"I missed that grouchy sass of yours," Ron couldn't help but feel giddy. "It's really great to have you back, Sir." Get a hold of yourself, Ron.

Snape shifted in his seat a little, he was clearly not comfortable with Ron's excited demeanor.

"About me being back…" Snape cleared his throat. "Thank you… Albus told me what you did for me. I owe you." His words don't match his tone very much.

"We're a team, right?" Ron took his old seat. "I'm just really glad that you're not dead."

Snape gave a curt nod, his eye darting around the room. Is he really that uncomfortable with showing gratitude? Maybe he should see Madam Pomfrey too?

"What did you need, Ron?" Snape asked after a few awkward moments.

"Oh, I might have the location of another Horcrux," Ron said, and Snape's eye widened.

"What?" Snape leaned forward immediately. "How? Where?"

"The 'how' part is hard to explain," Ron started. "As for the 'where' part… It's in this school."

"Is… Is this joke?" Snape asked, his expression becoming blank.

"No, it isn't," Ron stood up. "Let's go see the Headmaster, yeah? I have something important to tell you both. Something related to the Entity."

Ron walked over to the fireplace, and while he prepared it, Snape limped up behind him. With the floo set up, Ron walked through the green flames and Snape quickly followed after him.

"Ron? Are you sure about this?" Snape asked, and when Ron saw his past self loitering about in the Headmaster's Office, Ron gave a nod. He appears whenever he wants… This is problematic. I need to find a way to get rid of him after this. "What are you looking at?"

"Ronald? Severus?" Dumbledore greeted from behind his chair. "I see that you two found each other once again."

"What can I say?" Ron grinned. "We're star-crossed friends."

Dumbledore let out a happy chuckle at that, while Fawkes let out a loud shrill.

"Annoying idiot," Snape hissed as he limped over and sat down in his chair. "Albus, Ron claims that he knows the location of another Horcrux."

Dumbledore stopped laughing abruptly, his twinkling eyes slowly becoming more focused.

"Is that so, my boy?" Dumbledore asked as Ron sat down.

"Before we get down to it, I need to tell you both something important," Ron said, and then he drew in a deep breath. Just get it out there, Ron. "Something really fucked up has happened to me… Do you remember what I told you about the Entity 'bleeding' into me?"

"Don't tell them a damn thing, you fool," Ravenclaw Ron hissed from behind Ron. "You're giving them weapons to use against you."

"Yes, we remember," Dumbledore replied, his eyes darting towards Snape for a second. "Go on."

"Well, as it turns out, there are even more side effects to that phenomenon," Ron said, and then he showed Dumbledore and Snape his left hand. Come out.

Black, sharp nails slid out of the roots of Ron's fingernails, something that visibly baffled both Dumbledore and Snape. I should also show them my eyes. With a bit of concentration, Ron felt a surge of anger and hatred bubble within his veins.

"Do not fear, We are in complete control," Ron said, but the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape were anything but calm.

"Good heavens," Dumbledore went wide-eyed, while Snape moved away from Ron with a startled look. "Ronald?"

"Yes?" Ron smiled, though his demonic eyes made him look even more terrifying.

"By the Gods…" Snape muttered. "You… You are in control? Complete control?"

"Sort of," Ron replied; he couldn't deny that the rage he felt right now was almost overwhelming. Stop… That's enough.

His vision blurred for a moment, but once his nails and eyes had returned to normal, Ron felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Merlin, it's like all the anger in me just disappeared. It feels…weird.

"How is this possible?" Snape looked between Dumbledore and Ron. "Albus?"

"I don't know…" Dumbledore looked both concerned and very wary. "Ronald? You can change your visage at will now?"

"Yeah," Ron nodded. "I know it's… scary… but I don't really feel scared. I feel… strong… It's hard to describe. It feels like I could always do this… Does that make sense?"

"That matches the experiences recorded by Metamorphmaguses," Dumbledore said. "Severus?"

Snape said nothing; he was too busy staring at Ron with a guarded look.

"It's still me, Sir," Ron said without thinking, a small pang of hurt passing through him. "I'm not the Entity."

"Have you been practicing your Occlumency?" Snape asked slowly.

"I have, but this is something else entirely," Ron replied. "Plus, my Occlumency isn't that strong. I mean, I can calm myself down in most situations, but I don't know the first thing about defending my mind."

"That needs to change," Dumbledore said to Snape, who gave a quick nod. "Ronald, what else did you want to tell us?"

"I'm currently seeing a past life of mine," Ron looked towards Ravenclaw Ron, who looked more than disappointed with him. "It's not a vision like the other times… This time, he's following me around and actually talking to me."

"What?" Snape looked around, while Dumbledore just stared at him.

"How long has this been going on?" Dumbledore asked.

"Don't tell him a thing," Ravenclaw Ron warned.

"It started a week ago, but after I started taking the Sleeping Draught, he disappeared," Ron replied. "I thought that I was just under a lot of stress, and because of that, I was hallucinating again. But no… This past version of me has apparently broken free from the Entity's hold."

"The Entity's hold?" Snape asked, his head was started to hurt.

"When I die, it sort of absorbs my soul," Ron explained slowly. "I don't really understand what's happening, but apparently, it 'bleeding' into me has resulted in the other Rons being set loose."

"That many souls cannot exist in the same body," Dumbledore paled a little.

"Which is why it rounded them up within Dream Hogwarts," Ron said. "All of them except for the one that I'm seeing."

"He is in this room with us?" Dumbledore asked, and Ron pointed towards his past self.

Snape and Dumbledore looked in Ravenclaw Ron's direction, and he glared back at them with genuine disgust.

"Maggots," Ravenclaw Ron spat out. What a prick.

"And he's the one who's telling you where this Horcrux is?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes darting towards Snape again. I'll ignore those looks because I know that he's worried about me. "Give us a moment, Ronald… This is a lot to take in."

"Why didn't you come to us immediately?" Snape demanded.

"I thought that I had fixed the situation," Ron replied. "I only just found out that I haven't fixed a damn thing, so here I am."

"We will be continuing your Occlumency training," Snape ordered. Is he worried about me? I think he is, though he'll never admit it.

"Every Tuesday?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Snape replied. That's great! I feel like I've reached a level where I can start to improve my Occlumency.

"You don't need Occlumency," Ravenclaw Ron drawled. "The World-Eater is guarding your mind."

"I'd rather guard my own mind," Ron told his past self, which made Dumbledore and Snape give him odd looks.

"Ronald… Ask him where the Horcrux is," Dumbledore requested.

"Where is the Horcrux?" Ron asked, and Ravenclaw Ron just stared at him. "Well?"

"You cannot trust them, Ron," Ravenclaw Ron spoke almost gently, which jarred Ron a little. "They will sacrifice you when you need them most. Dumbledore only cares for the Boy-Who-Lived, and Snape is a broken shell of a man. You are giving them too much power over you."

"Answer the fucking question," Ron frowned. "And spare me your twisted logic."

"The Room of Hidden Things," Ravenclaw Ron answered after a few seconds of silence.

"The Room of Hidden Things?" Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know where that is, Headmaster?"

"Yes, I know where it is," Dumbledore replied slowly. "Can you ask the other Ronald about how he came to find this Horcrux? Does he know about any others?"

"Well?" Ron looked back to Ravenclaw Ron.

"I know of one," Ravenclaw Ron said bitterly. Yeah, he definitely hates Dumbledore for some reason. "The Diary that possessed Ginny."

"We've already destroyed the Diary," Ron sighed out. "Damn… Are you sure that you don't know about the others? How did you even learn about the Horcruxes?"

"The Diary… It killed Ginny in my Cycle," Ravenclaw Ron all but whispered, and for a moment, Ron could hear pain in his voice.

"Ginny died?" Ron blinked, he felt a little winded by that. I know she's still alive in my Cycle, but the fact that she died at the age of eleven in another Cycle… Fucking hell…

"She… She was weak," Ravenclaw Ron's demeanor became somewhat scary. What the…?

"She was eleven," Ron glared at his past self. "How can you even say that about your own fucking sister? Don't you have a heart?!"

"Ronald," Dumbledore said in a calming voice.

"He only knows about the Diary," Ron spat out, his eyes fixed on his past self. She was weak? Fucking scum. His own sister died at the age of eleven, and that's what he thinks of her? What the fuck happened to him?

"A shame," Dumbledore said. "Ask him how he came to learn about the Horcrux within Hogwarts."

"How did you learn about the Horc-"

"I can hear him," Ravenclaw Ron glowered. "I learned of it by studying a tome called the 'Secret of the Darkest Art'. It's right over there… The black leather tome hidden behind Newt Scamander's work. Summon it with 'Accio Secret of the Darkest Art'."

Ron aimed his left palm at the shelf that his past self was pointing to.

"Accio Secret of the Darkest Art," Ron said, and he felt a strong tug before the tome flew into his hand.

He caught it easily enough, though it was much heavier than he expected.

"Ronald, put that tome down," Dumbledore said, his hardened eyes fixed on the faded black leather.

"I stole that book in my Cycle," Ravenclaw Ron explained. "At first, I just wanted to extend my knowledge on the Dark Arts, but when I read the passages on the creation of a Horcrux, I realized what that Diary truly was. I began to wonder if I could make one, and as luck would have it, I chose Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem as my object. It felt… poetic. I spent a year tracking it down, but it became very clear to me that the Dark Lord had already stolen it for his own purposes. After some research, I found out that the Dark Lord returned from his 'travels' in order to apply for a job at Hogwarts."

"The Dark Lord applied for a job at Hogwarts?" Ron looked towards Dumbledore, who gave a solemn nod.

"He wished to become the Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Dumbledore explained. "I refused him, of course, and he left the very same day."

"And it never occurred to this fool that the Dark Lord came here for another purpose," Ravenclaw Ron said in disgust.

"He came here to store away the Diadem?" Ron asked his past self.

"That was his original goal, I believe," Ravenclaw Ron replied. "He no doubt knew that Dumbledore wouldn't give him a position at Hogwarts. I searched the whole castle for the Diadem, and eventually, I found it within the Room of Hidden Things."

"The Dark Lord hid the Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw within Hogwarts when he came here for a job," Ron told Dumbledore and Snape.

"I see…" Dumbledore rubbed his chin. "Clever. Even back then, he was thinking several steps ahead."

"Wait… The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw?" Snape asked, and then he looked to Dumbledore. "Albus, do you have the Locket?"

"Of course," Dumbledore pulled out the Locket's remains, and even Ravenclaw Ron leaned forward to inspect the destroyed Horcrux.

"The letter 'S'…" Snape cocked an eyebrow. "I had my suspicions, but I never raised them… This Locket might have belonged to Salazar Slytherin."

"Really?" Ron asked. "You got that from shape of the emeralds?"

"I have seen a similar looking Locket on a portrait of Salazar within Malfoy Manor," Snape explained. "It didn't look exactly like this, but that might have been due to an error made by the painter."

"An artifact from Salazar, and an artifact from Rowena," Dumbledore paled, and both Snape and Ron looked to him.

"He knows something important," Ravenclaw Ron said. "Question him at once."

"Is there something that you want to tell us, Headmaster?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore looked to the Hat.

"Hat, come to me," Dumbledore ordered, and the Sorting Hat woke up.

"Albus?" the Hat yawned. "Ah! Ronald! Dear boy!"

"Hat," Ron couldn't help but smile a little.

The Hat vanished from sight, only to show up on Dumbledore's desk.

"Am I to join you three in scheming today?" the Hat asked with a shrewd voice. "About time you sought my wisdom."

"Do you remember Tom's visit?" Dumbledore asked the Hat, he looked rather grim right now. "The day he came to me for a job?"

"Ah… Yes," the Hat replied. "His eyes kept darting towards me. I remember telling you as much."

"At the time, I believed that he was just watching the Sorting Hat," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, a contemplative look on his face. "Two artifacts from two Founders…"

"The Dark Lord knew that the Hat contained Godric's artifact," Ravenclaw Ron said. "He wanted another piece for his collection." What?!

"Are you serious?" Ron asked his past self, but Ravenclaw Ron was just staring at Dumbledore.

"What is he saying?" Snape asked Ron. "Your past life… What did he just say?"

"Past life?" the Hat hopped up and faced Snape.

"He thinks that the Dark Lord is creating a collection of some sort," Ron replied. "One made up of Founder artifacts."

"No," the Hat gasped. "He… He would never dare…" Oh shit… The Founders are like the Hat's parents, aren't they?

"I'm sorry, Hat," Ron once again felt the urge to throttle the Dark Lord.

"He wanted Godric's sword," Dumbledore said. "Even as a young boy, Tom had a tendency to collect trophies."

"And in his twisted mind, the artifacts of the Founders are trophies worthy of someone like him," Snape said, and Dumbledore gave a slow nod.

"Albus, the sword is untouched," the Hat tried to sound strong. "I still contain it."

"Good," Dumbledore drew in a deep breath. "Tom found the Locket of Salazar Slytherin, and he also found the Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Which means that he might have found something of Helga Hufflepuff," Ron realized. "Hat, did she have an artifact?"

"I am trying to remember," the Hat said slowly, and after a few seconds, it gasped once again. "My mother's Cup… It could be used to summon any beverage without the need for Conjuration Magic, and she always carried it with her. Its creation was her first true achievement, and it began her love for the culinary arts."

"The Cup of Helga Hufflepuff," Dumbledore nodded to himself, and then, his eyes widened due to some horrible realization.

"Albus?" Snape was taken aback by Dumbledore's expression.

"Hokey," Dumbledore stood up and walked off towards his room, leaving everyone else behind.

"Um… What the fuck?" Ron looked to Snape. "What's a Hokey?"

"Hokey…" Snape grimaced. "Sounds like an Elf's name."

Dumbledore returned suddenly, a vial of silvery memories in his grasp. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his Pensieve.

"Severus, Ronald… Come," Dumbledore said, and they both quickly joined the old wizard.

Dumbledore poured the silvery liquid into the Pensieve, and then he gestured his friends to join him within the memory. One by one, they all leaned in, and Ron found himself standing within a hazy memory. Dumbledore and Snape were both here, and as Ron looked around, he found his past self walking around the memory with an inquisitive look. He showed up here as well?

"Where are we, Headmaster?" Ron asked.

"The home of Hepzibah Smith," Dumbledore replied, and Ron immediately recognized the name.

"Hepzibah Smith? The woman who was murdered right before Tom Riddle disappeared?" Ron asked, and both Dumbledore and Snape turned to face him. "Um… You remember when my friends and me were looking into the Chamber? Well, we found out about Hepzibah Smith and Tom Riddle as a result."

"Your friend Theodore's investigation," Dumbledore remembered. "He did mention that when I questioned you all about your knowledge on Tom. It appears that you all know a great deal more than most."

"Theo had someone investigate Tom Riddle," Ron said. "I think he destroyed the report, though. We didn't really learn much about him other than the fact that he was related to the Gaunts, and that he ran off after Hepzibah was murdered."

"It matters not," Dumbledore said. "Watch this memory, you two. I had forgotten about it until now, but so much makes sense now that we've discovered another one of Lord Voldemort's secrets."

Ron looked around the large room, which was so crammed with objects that it was difficult to see how anybody could navigate their way across it without knocking over at least a dozen things: There were cabinets full of little lacquered boxes, cases full of gold-embossed books, shelves of orbs and celestial globes, and many flourishing potted plants in brass containers. From what Ron could tell, this was the home of a collector of old artifacts. Nothing too out of the ordinary, really. Dad's told me that a lot of wizards tend to hoard old objects in order to keep our history alive.

"Is that her?" Ron asked as his eyes landed on a rather fat, old woman.

"Yes," Dumbledore replied just as a tiny Elf walked into the room.

Behind the tiny Elf was a handsome young man, and Ron felt his gut tighten at the sight of him. The Dark Lord… Is that really him? Ron felt Snape stiffen next to him, and he looked towards the Potions Master. Snape's jaw was clenched, there was genuine hatred written on his face. His torturer is right in front of him. Ron gave Snape's shoulder a comforting squeeze, and Snape's features relaxed a little.

"I am fine, Ron…" Snape said in a low whisper, and Ron let go of the man.

Tom Riddle walked over to Hepzibah Smith, and after giving her a respectful bow; he took her chubby hand and brushed his lips against it.

"I brought you flowers," Tom Riddle said quietly, producing a bunch of roses from nowhere. Conjuration Magic? And Wandless to boot? I need to up my game here. If he can summon flowers, then he can probably summon weapons too.

"You naughty boy, you shouldn't have!" Hepzibah squealed. "You do spoil this old lady, Tom... Sit down, sit down… Where's Hokey? Ah…"

The house-elf had come dashing back into the room carrying a tray of little cakes, which she set at her mistress's elbow.

"Help yourself, Tom," Hepzibah said. "I know how you love my cakes. Now, how are you? You look pale. They overwork you at that shop, I've said it a hundred times…"

Tom smiled mechanically and Hepzibah simpered. She's ready to jump his fucking bones, isn't she?

"Well, what's your excuse for visiting this time?" she asked, batting her lashes.

"Mr. Burke would like to make an improved offer for the goblin-made armor," Tom replied. "Five hundred Galleons, he feels it is a more than fair-"

"Now, now, not so fast, or I'll think you're only here for my trinkets!" Hepzibah pouted, no doubt trying to look cute.

"Stupid woman," Ravenclaw Ron sneered. "She is dancing with the devil, and she has no idea."

"I am ordered here because of them," Tom said quietly. "I am only a poor assistant, Madam, who must do as he is told. Mr. Burke wishes me to inquire-"

"Oh, Mr. Burke, phooey!" Hepzibah said, waving a little hand. "I've something to show you that I've never shown Mr. Burke! Can you keep a secret, Tom? Will you promise you won't tell Mr. Burke I've got it? He'd never let me rest if he knew I'd shown it to you, and I'm not selling, not to Burke, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you'll appreciate it for its history, not how many Galleons you can get for it."

"I'd be glad to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me," Tom said quietly, and Hepzibah gave another girlish giggle. Merlin, he really has a hold on this woman. He speaks so softly… It's quite jarring. I expected him to sound more… evil.

"I had Hokey bring it out for me… Hokey, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our finest treasure… In fact, bring both, while you're at it…" Hepzibah ordered.

"This is it," Dumbledore said, and they all walked closer to Tom.

"Here, Madam," Hokey squeaked as brought over two leather boxes.

Hepzibah took them from the Elf, an almost smug look on her face. Ron ignored her words as he focused on the boxes, and when she opened the topmost one, his eyes widened a little. Inside the box was a golden cup with two finely wrought handles. Tom took the cup by one of the handles, and for a moment, his eyes gleamed red. Although Hepzibah's eyes were fixed on Tom's handsome face, she didn't seem to notice his darkening expression.

"A badger," Tom murmured, and Ron looked towards the Headmaster.

"That right there is Helga's Cup," Dumbledore said gravely.

"Then he's made it into his Horcrux already," Snape frowned deeply. "He killed her, stole the Cup, and then left to travel the World."

"If I recall this memory correctly, then she is going to show him a locket after this," Dumbledore said.

"Salazar's Locket?" Ron asked.

"I believe so," Dumbledore replied. "Forgive me, you two… It seems that age has taken its toll on me. I should have made this connection much sooner."

"Old idiot," Ravenclaw Ron rolled his eyes.

"Shut your gob," Ron snapped. "He's only human."

"Your past self followed you in here?" Snape asked.

"Yeah…" Ron frowned at Ravenclaw Ron. "He's much more bitter than I expected."

"I'm bitter for stating facts?" Ravenclaw Ron cocked an eyebrow, and Ron decided to ignore him for now.

After a bit of back and forth between Tom and Hepzibah, she revealed Salazar's Locket to him. Oh, fuck.

"Salazar's Locket," Snape said, he was starting to sweat a little for some reason. "Now we know where he found both artifacts."

Dumbledore took one look at Snape, and then he ended the memory rather suddenly. They all found themselves standing within the Headmaster's Office once again, and Dumbledore moved over to help Snape.

"Your leg is still hurting you," Dumbledore noted as he guided Snape back to his chair.

"It's not healed yet?" Ron asked.

"They used a Cursed blade of some sort," Snape grit out as he sank into the chair, a cold sweat on his forehead. "Albus… He found three artifacts…"

"Three?" the Hat asked as Ron and Dumbledore took their own seats. "So… My mother's Cup has been soiled as well, then."

"I'm sorry, Hat," Ron gave his condolences.

"I… I must think on this…" the Hat sounded genuinely upset, and within a blink, it was back on its shelf.

Ron wanted to say something to ease the Hat's pain, but he honestly couldn't think of the right words. We have to destroy the Cup as well. Three out of four Founders had their artifacts turned into Horcruxes by the same lunatic.

"The Cup, the Diadem, the Locket, and the Diary…" Dumbledore listed. "Four Horcruxes created by a single man… This is truly disturbing."

"Where do you suppose the Cup is hidden?" Ron asked.

"Could be anywhere," Snape wiped his brow. "The Diadem, however, is within our reach. I suggest that we take care of it now."

"Ronald," Dumbledore looked to Ron.

"Take us to the Diadem," Ron said to his past self.

---

Ten Minutes Later

"Fuck me dead," Ron muttered as he entered the Room of Hidden Things.

He was standing in a room the size of a large cathedral, whose high windows were sending shafts of light down upon what looked like a city with towering walls, built of what Ron knew must be objects hidden by generations of Hogwarts inhabitants. There were alleyways and roads bordered by teetering piles of broken and damaged furniture, stowed away, perhaps, to hide the evidence of mishandled magic, or else hidden by castle-proud House Elves. There were thousands and thousands of books, no doubt banned or stolen. There were winged catapults and Fanged Frisbees, some still with enough life in them to hover halfheartedly over the mountains of other forbidden items; there were chipped bottles of congealed potions, hats, jewels, cloaks; there were what looked like dragon eggshells, corked bottles whose contents still shimmered evilly, several rusting swords, and a heavy, bloodstained axe. This place was a treasure trove, and Ron's mind raced with ideas on how to utilize it.

"You are salivating, my boy," Dumbledore chuckled as he studied Ron's expression. This place exists in the same room as my Sanctuary… This fucking castle is so full of secrets.

"How long has this been here, Headmaster?" Ron asked as he eyed a trunk full of old Chocolate Frog Cards. "What is this place, even?"

"This is the Room of Hidden Things," Dumbledore explained. "It is as old as the castle, I believe, and as you can clearly tell by the dated objects around us, thousands of students have used it to store away their belongings."

"There are jewels here," Ron looked towards a dusty ruby. "What student would leave behind a ruby?"

"Perhaps it was found by Elves," Dumbledore guessed. "I fear that even I cannot provide too many answers about this place. I only found it in my fourth year by accident."

"Accident?" Ron asked.

"I found myself in possession of a particularly incriminating magazine…" Dumbledore looked off into the distance. Wait a minute.

"Did this magazine have lads in it?" Ron cocked an eyebrow, and Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"I wonder if it's still here…" Dumbledore mused to himself.

"Let's find the Horcrux first, pervert," Ron gave the old man a deadpan look. "Professor Snape told us to hurry back."

"Yes, of course," Dumbledore chuckled to himself. "So? Is he here?"

"Who? My past self?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore gave a nod.

Ron looked around, and he couldn't find the Ravenclaw anywhere.

"No… He vanished just as we left…" Ron grimaced. "I think we might be on our own."

"Then let's search together," Dumbledore began walking down one of the alleyways. "Keep your eyes peeled for a tiara, Ronald." Actually, now that I have him alone, maybe I can ask him about the Muggle-Borns.

"Headmaster, I've been thinking," Ron started. "What are we going to do about the Muggle-Borns? I mean, when the war is made public knowledge, a lot of people will be in terrible danger. Do you remember what I told you about the Snatchers?"

"I remember," Dumbledore replied, his eyes scanning every inch around them.

"I was thinking that we'd make a list of sorts," Ron went on. "Any student with Muggle, or Muggle-Born parents, would be on this list. That way, we know who needs our help. We can even build safe-houses for these Families, you know?"

"You want to keep your schoolmates, and their parents, off of the streets?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, yes," Ron replied. "There are a lot of Half-Bloods in Hogwarts, Headmaster, which means that there is a lot of Muggle Blood within the student body. We'll help them all, right?" Even if he says no, which he won't, I still plan to do something about this.

"Tell me about your idea," Dumbledore shot him a bright smile. Yes! He's in!

"I was thinking that we'd start compiling a list, and as the war progresses, you could approach everyone on said list with the offer of safe haven," Ron started. "Professor Snape had the brilliant idea to turn Hogwarts into a bastion, remember? We could move all these Families into Hogwarts in order to keep them away from the Dark Lord's forces. Oh, and we can utilize so much of the castle. I mean, the North Wing is abandoned, right? We turn that place into a housing area of sorts."

"And this list," Dumbledore gave Ron's back a paternal pat. "I believe that I already have it."

"You do?" Ron blinked.

"What do you know about the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance?" Dumbledore asked Ron.

"Um… What?" Ron had no clue about these items.

"These two artifacts, which were created by the Founders, are perhaps Hogwarts' greatest mystery," Dumbledore explained. "Whenever a Magical Child exhibits the ability to use Magic, the Quill of Acceptance writes the child's name into the Book of Acceptance."

"Really?" Ron was quite impressed. "Where are these artifacts?"

"Locked away," Dumbledore replied. "Even I am not allowed to tamper with them."

"So we already have a list?" Ron asked excitedly. I was right to come to him!

"Yes," Dumbledore smiled at Ron. "I shall try to copy down all the names of current and future students. Your idea is a good one, and we should try our best to implement it. The more lives that we can save, the better."

"Great!" Ron beamed. "Awesome! I'm looking forward to this list, then!" Wait… "Um… Didn't you just say that you aren't allowed to tamper with these objects?"

"I'm not, yet I will try nonetheless," Dumbledore said with an air of mischief.

"What if you can't?" Ron asked.

"Then we shall have to do this the old fashioned way," Dumbledore replied. "The Professors keep records of all the students in their Houses, and I will have them compile a list of everyone who will need protection."

"Right," Ron nodded to himself. "Actually… About Gryffindor… Maybe you could ask Harry to help in the matter?" What are you doing, Ron?

"Harry?" Dumbledore gave Ron a searching look.

"Well… You know how you asked me to keep an eye on him during the Break?" Ron started. "I kept my eyes on him, and we even talked a little. He's… Ahem." Be a man, Ron. "He feels left out right now, and if you speak to him and ask for his help, he'd feel much better."

"I see," Dumbledore's lips quirked upwards.

"Don't give me that look," Ron frowned a bit.

"What look?" Dumbledore asked innocently.

"That one right there," Ron pointed to the old man's face. "The 'You are a sweetheart, Ronald' look… Don't give me that look."

"I would never," Dumbledore chuckled. "Though you are a sweet, thoughtful boy." You bastard.

"I'm trying to help you here," Ron huffed much like Daphne. "You want Harry to lead the Order one day, right? Well, how about you give him some direction instead of just sheltering him all the time? He needs to be prepared, Headmaster, and we are quickly running out of time. Let this be his first assignment. It's safe, and it's extremely important. He'll feel a million times better if you just give him a chance."

"You are right, dear boy," Dumbledore smiled properly, a hint of pride in his voice. "I shall speak to him tomorrow, then."

"Good," Ron looked ahead; he had embarrassed himself enough for one day.

The rest of the journey was covered in silence, and Ron took the chance to keep his eyes peeled for eye-catching items. He had seen dusty old tomes, weapons, jewels, and even some wands. He planned to return here at a later date in order to collect as many resources as possible. The jewels could be sold, the books could be studied, and the weapons could be stored away for a rainy day. And then, there were the clothes. There were so many robes in here, and Ron knew that once they had been cleaned up, some of them would be quite fashionable. It's like Hogwarts wants me to succeed. I know that's not entirely true, but it's a very comforting thought.

Eventually, Ron spotted his past self standing by a bust of an ugly wizard.

"There!" Ron pointed to his past self. "My past self is waiting for us by that bust."

"Lead the way," Dumbledore said, and Ron quickly marched up to the bust.

"Is it here?" Ron asked Ravenclaw Ron, who pointed to a tarnished tiara on top of a bunch of ruined books.

"Do not touch it," Ravenclaw Ron warned. "Have the old fool risk himself. This object is extremely Dark, and you are more important than Albus Dumbledore."

"Headmaster, the artifact," Ron pointed to the tiara. "Don't touch it, though. My past self says that it's extremely dangerous. Let me-"

"No, Ronald," Dumbledore stopped him short. "Stand back at once."

Ron felt the urge to refuse, but he knew better than to question the Headmaster of Hogwarts. With a hesitant look, Ron took a step back as Dumbledore eyed the Diadem.

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Dumbledore read the markings on the tiara. "This is indeed Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem. I sense very powerful Dark Magic on this item, Ronald." Really? I don't sense a thing.

"How do you sense it?" Ron asked. "Could you teach me?"

Dumbledore gave Ron a quick look, and then he nodded.

"Close your eyes, my boy," Dumbledore instructed, and Ron quickly did as he was told. "Draw in a deep breath, and feel the Magic within yourself. Be completely calm, and just… feel…"

Ron drew in a deep breath, and after picturing Stoatshead Hill; Ron tried to focus on his own Magic. There was something there, deep inside him, and as Ron focused on this 'something', he felt this 'something' reach out to him. It was… unstable… and angry. It was so fucking angry that Ron nearly lost his focus, but thanks to his training, he was able to subdue his growing discomfort. His Magic felt raw, almost like it wanted to burst out of him in order to level everything around him. As Ron gained more control over himself, he felt an outside presence. It was cold, and Ron felt like this presence wished to harm him.

"It wants to hurt me?" Ron opened his eyes.

"Dark Magic like this is malevolent in nature," Dumbledore gave a slow nod. "Did you feel the presence of the Diadem?"

"It was cold," Ron looked towards the Diadem.

"Remember this feeling, Ronald," Dumbledore said. "Many Dark objects resemble a similar presence."

"That was… easier… than I expected," Ron couldn't help but point out.

"You are a talented young wizard, Ronald," Dumbledore gave him a soft smile. "Do not doubt yourself."

Ron felt his ears turn a little red, and he managed a shaky nod. He really thinks that I'm talented?

"What are we going to do about the Diadem?" Ron asked. "Will it hurt us if we touch it?"

"It will not," Ravenclaw Ron replied. "Though it will tempt you to put it on."

"Find a box," Dumbledore began looking around. "Let's not risk ourselves by making contact with it."

---

Ten Minutes Later

"How do we destroy it?" Snape asked as he stared at the Diadem.

"Same as the Locket, I imagine," Ron replied.

"I am in no condition to contain Fiendfyre," Snape said bluntly. "Albus, can you cast it and contain it yourself?"

"The explosion caused by destroying a Horcrux with Fiendfyre is difficult to contain alone," Dumbledore said. "For the Diary, I needed help from Minerva, Pomona, and Filius. As for the Locket, it took everything that we both had to stop the Fiendfyre from overpowering us."

"Didn't you tell me that you told the other Heads of Houses about the Horcruxes before you left for Albania?" Ron asked. "Get their help on this."

"They only know about the Diary," Snape told Ron. "They have no idea that the Dark Lord has split his soul multiple times."

"I don't see why we can't tell them," Ron admitted. "We three can't keep this just to ourselves… If we die, then everyone else will get fucked. If you tell the Heads of Houses about what we three have learned, then at least they stand a fighting chance in case we get killed. Headmaster, I really think that we need to let more people in on this. Just in case the worst happens."

"I agree with Ron," Snape said, something that surprised even Ron.

"You do?" Ron blinked.

"What has changed your mind, Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"He must be stopped," Snape said, his eye fixed on the Diadem. "We are not invincible, Albus… Ron is extremely sick, you are getting older by the day, and I've become useless… Pomona, Filius, and Minerva are healthy and strong. We need them to be ready, because as Ron pointed out, we three could die unexpectedly."

"You're not useless, Sir," Ron swallowed thickly. He's definitely changed, not that I can blame him.

"Spare me," Snape sounded almost bitter. "My new wand is difficult to control, my leg can barely carry me, and my wand hand is gone. I know my limits better than ever." Snape then looked to Dumbledore. "Albus, speak with the other Heads of Houses. Share what we've learned, and then destroy this Horcrux alongside them. Tell Minerva that she needs to prepare herself for your mantle."

Ron said nothing, especially because the mood had shifted rather quickly. Dumbledore stared at Snape for a few moments, and then, he gave a grave nod.

"Tonight, then," Dumbledore agreed. As much as I hate to think about my own mortality, this is what needs to be done. Of us three, I'll probably be the first one to check out.

---

Monday 4th January, 1994 (Slytherin Common Room – Evening)

"Ron! Where have you been?!" Tracey asked, while the others just stared at him with mild annoyance. "We went to Madam Pomfrey, but you weren't there."

"I was in the Sanctuary," Ron lied as he walked over to Daphne.

"Were you practicing your Magic?" Daphne asked, she looked more worried than annoyed. "Did something happen during your session?"

"No," Ron shot her a smile as he sat down. "I'm not upset in any way, I promise. I just missed that place, that's all."

"Next time, let us know," Theo said from behind his Herbology book. "You're the one who keeps saying that we can't run off alone anymore."

"You're right," Ron said. "I'm sorry if I worried you guys."

"As long as you're not upset," Pansy gave him a relieved smile. Do I really get upset that often? Oh, yeah… I do.

"Hi, Ron," came a chirpy voice from behind him, and Ron turned to see Lysandra smiling at him.

"Hello, Lysandra," Ron smiled back. "Do you need help with something?"

"Oh, no… Clara asked us first years to keep our eyes open for you," Lysandra replied. "They're in their room, and they wanted to speak with you."

"Right," Ron stood back up. "Thanks for letting me know."

"It's nothing," she beamed at him, and after lingering for a bit, she left to go join her friends. She was batting her eyes at me again…

Ron looked towards Daphne, who was giving him a bored look. Run away, Ron! Tracey and Pansy could be heard sniggering, which only made Ron more uncomfortable.

"I'll be back shortly," Ron said as he made his way towards the girls' dorms. If looks could kill, I'd be a corpse right now.

Once he was at the Triumvirate's door, Ron quickly made sure that he looked his best. Wait… What am I fucking doing? Ron cleared his throat, and then he knocked on their door. He heard movement from the other side, and the sight of a smiling Clara greeted him when the door swung open. She wasn't wearing her school robes, her school shirt was hanging out of her skirt, and the top three buttons were open, revealing some of her cleavage. Fucking nice!

"Hello," Ron greeted her with a smile, his eyes darting towards her chest without his consent.

"Hello to me? Or hello to my tits?" Clara smirked in a knowing way.

"Hello to all three of you," Ron grinned sheepishly, and Clara let out a laugh.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Ron," Clara pulled him into a tight hug.

"You too," Ron tensed a little as he patted her back. The Gods have truly blessed this woman, and by extension, they've blessed us lads as well.

Clara pulled back and kissed his cheek, and then she guided him into the room before shutting the door.

"Ron's here," Clara announced.

"Hello," Ron greeted Carey and Samantha, both of whom were currently looking over some parchments on Carey's study table.

Unlike Clara, the other Triumvirate members were dressed immaculately. What a damn shame… Oh, well. I wonder what they want to talk to me about.

"Ron," Carey smiled at him. "Come here."

Ron walked over to Samantha and Carey, and when he was in her reach, Carey put her palms on his cheeks. Ron felt his face heat up a little, but he quickly calmed himself using his Occlumency. Be clear headed, Ron. Don't let how gorgeous they are trick you into letting your guard down.

"You look healthy," Carey sounded genuinely relieved. "This is good to see."

"Were you worried about me?" Ron smirked.

"We all were," Carey said smoothly, and when Ron saw Samantha smiling at him, he swallowed thickly. Stoatshead Hill! Stoatshead Hill! Stoatshead Hill!

"I am taking care of myself," Ron felt a little embarrassed. "I promise."

"Good," Carey let go of him. "Come, take a look at this."

Ron looked at the parchments that the girls were studying, and after perusing through them, he picked one up for closer inspection.

"The Group Tournaments are all being held on the same day?" Ron looked to Carey. "Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin, followed by Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor. The teams that win will face off against each other in the finals. Three matches per year level. Matches to be held on the seventeenth of January, Sunday." Two weeks, then.

"Professor Snape handed us these last night," Carey told him. "We're to put these up on the notice board, but before we do that, we need to create a plan."

"Isn't the plan to win?" Ron asked.

"It is," Samantha said, while Clara giggled at his forwardness. "But we have yet to settle on teams. The other Houses are no doubt selecting the best students from each year level, so we need to do the same. You've worked with the second and third years extensively, so your opinion is vital to us."

"Well, for the second years, I'd go with Suzie, Boris, Lilliana, Mathias, and Bethany," Ron listed. "Bethany and Lilliana are a little fragile when it comes to being on the offensive, but they're good at dodging and staying on the defensive. As for Boris and Suzie, they both did really well during the last tournament."

"Whereas Mathias won the whole thing," Clara said. "Guess we have our team for the second years."

"What about the third years?" Carey asked Ron.

"Millie, Blaise, Theo, Malfoy, and myself," Ron replied.

"Write this down," Carey said, and Samantha took the parchment from Ron before filling it out. "Now that we've discussed the Group Dueling Tournament, let's move onto another important matter."

"We told Professor Snape everything that happened in his absence," Clara said from behind Ron.

"You did?" Ron turned to face her. "So you told him about what I did to Flint?"

"Yes," Carey replied. "He didn't seem too bothered by it, however. If anything, he was very accepting of your new role." Of course he was. My job is to turn the Slytherins against the Dark Lord.

"Tell us, why does Professor Snape favor you so?" Clara hummed with a sultry smile.

"He favors competence," Ron replied calmly. "And let's be honest, I worked well with you three to establish order within this House."

"That you did," Carey said as she moved some of his hair behind his ear. That tickles a little. "We aren't trying to pry into your business, Ron. We just want to make sure that you plan to continue doing your good work."

"Although we were against your actions at first," Samantha started. "You've helped us tremendously, and we want to reward you." Reward me? Do they mean…?

"I have a girlfriend," Ron quickly moved away from Carey, something that made the Triumvirate laugh. Nice going, Ron… You went and embarrassed yourself… Even Samantha is laughing.

"Your loyalty to your girlfriend is very touching," Carey laughed sweetly. "The reward that Samantha was referring to doesn't involve any form of lewdness, however."

"Oh…" Ron felt rather hot under the collar.

"Some of the older students feel that you don't need to work with us anymore now that Professor Snape has returned," Samantha explained. Really? And who are these traitors? "We three have decided otherwise, and with Professor Snape's blessing, we want to invite you to join us for our first meeting on Sunday."

"I see," Ron's lips quirked upwards. "I accept."

"Good," Carey said smoothly. "We'll be meeting in Professor Snape's lab at half past seven. Make sure that you arrive on time. Professor Snape will be joining us for this one, and we can't afford to make him question our decision." I doubt that he'll do that.

"Half past seven on Sunday," Ron gave a nod. "I'll be there." Thank them, you buffoon. "Thank you for this, you three. I really appreciate it."

"You were right when you said that we didn't give you enough credit," Clara shot him a wink. Was this all her idea? "We just want to make sure that we don't make the same mistake twice."

"I can understand that," Ron smiled properly. "You won't regret this, I promise."

"We'll see you around, Ron," Carey went back to her work, and Ron decided to be on his way.

The moment he shut the door behind him, he pumped his fist into the air. The Triumvirate is sticking by me! This is great! For a bit, I was worried that I was going to have to fight to keep my new position. Ron fixed up his school robes, and he began making his way back with a confident smile. Tonight, Dumbledore will destroy another part of the Dark Lord's soul. Not to mention that we learned about Hufflepuff's Cup thanks to our stellar teamwork. And then there's Ginny signing up for more sessions. This has been a damn good day.

"Ron," came Daphne's voice, and Ron broke out of his thoughts.

She was waiting by her door, and when Ron looked her over, his smile widened even more. My day gets even better!

"In here," Daphne said with her rebellious smile in place.

"Were you waiting to ambush me?" Ron followed her into her room, and she quickly closed and locked the door.

"Definitely," Daphne jumped him, and Ron caught her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Want to snog, handsome?"

"Yes, please!"

---

Albus Dumbledore's POV

Monday 4th January, 1994 (Headmaster's Office – After Dinner)

"He's split his soul four times?" Pomona gasped, while Minerva and Filius grimaced in disgust.

"This Diadem…" Filius paled suddenly. "It is Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem? Are… Are you sure?"

"This Diadem is indeed Rowena's," Albus replied, and then he looked to Pomona. "The memories I just showed you… He also turned Helga Hufflepuff's Golden Cup into his Horcrux."

"And Salazar's Locket was also in those memories," Minerva remembered. "Albus… The Sword?" She's seen his pattern. Good. If we three do die, then Minerva may still have a chance to find the other Horcruxes.

"It is the only Founder Artifact left safe from his collection," Albus said, and Minerva looked a little relieved. "His Diary, the Diadem, the Locket, and the Cup… He has four that we know of, and two are already destroyed. The Dia-"

"When did you destroy the Locket?" Filius asked, his eyes darting towards Severus.

"I destroyed it near the end of September," Albus replied. Should I tell them about Regulus? They all taught him except for Severus. Maybe I should honor his change in nature with just a few more people. "The Elf Kreacher told me of the Locket."

"Sirius' Elf?" Minerva remembered, while Severus shot Albus a frown. Sorry, Severus, but I wish to redeem young Regulus' memory somehow.

"The very same," Albus went on. "As it happens, young Regulus turned on his Master when he learnt the truth of the Dark Lord's immortality."

"He figured out what Horcruxes were?" Filius looked a little stunned. "I suppose he was very bright… Yes, very bright."

"Definitely more disciplined than his older brother, Sirius," Minerva looked mildly annoyed in remembrance.

"He gave his life to ensure that the Locket be stolen by Kreacher," Albus told them. "He died saving his Elf's life in the end, that is how much he changed for the better."

"Poor boy," Pomona's said softly. "He was always a quiet lad. I liked him before he became what he did."

"Kreacher brought me the Locket in the hopes of destroying it, and I realized what I was dealing with. I was dealing with another Horcrux, which made me realize that there might be more than two. As you now know, I have learned that he has made four."

"How did you find the Diadem?" Filius asked.

"I ran into it in the Room of Hidden Things," Albus replied, which made them gape. "I was making a donation to the room, and it caught my eyes. The markings caught my eye, to be exact. I then sensed similar Dark Magic around it, and so I brought it here."

"You just blindly walked into a Horcrux?" Minerva just stared at Albus.

"It has been quite the day," Albus replied with perfect surety. "We must destroy it at once, and I need your help. Only Fiendfyre can destroy it, and Severus is unable to help me again."

"So you've known about the Locket since the end of September?" Minerva asked Severus.

"MY duty is to keep secrets," Severus replied icily.

"We'll help you, of course," Pomona shot a pitiful look at the Diadem. "We must end the Diadem's suffering. Such rare Magic soiled by the Darkest Art. A true shame…"

"Then let's get on with it," Severus said bluntly, and Albus moved the Diadem into the box with his sleeve. "I'd like to witness the destruction of the Dark Lord's soul shard."

Albus and Severus stood up, and the other followed suit.

"Gather around," Albus made them hold each other, and Fawkes flew down onto his shoulder. "Take us to the Cliffside once again."

Fawkes burst into bright orange flames, and Albus found himself feeling the cold breeze of the Cliffside. The clouds were dark grey overhead, and the smell of rain was thick in the air. A storm is coming.

"Let us hurry," Filius said, while Severus sat down in order to rest his leg.

Albus levitated the box into position, while the three able Heads of Houses made a circle thirty feet away from the box.

"Are you all ready?" Albus asked, and they all nodded.

With a powerful wave of his wand, Albus called forth Fiendfyre from the Elder Wand. The three Heads cast Finite before digging their wands into the Earth. Albus followed quickly, and they created a bright bubble around the Fiendfyre just in time. As soon as the barrier was finished, the Dark Lord's face burst to life in Fiendfyre. It screamed in agony, and the pressure felt by the barrier shook Albus for a moment. This isn't as hard with three hands helping me. With Severus alone, it was very consuming. Once the raging inferno began to die out, they closed the bubble in order to suffocate the Fiendfyre. Before long, there was only scorched Earth, and black smoke within the bubble.

"Release it," Albus instructed, and they disbanded the bubble.

Albus cleared the smoke with a wave of his hand, and they all approached the charred Diadem. The sapphires on the Diadem were scorched, but hadn't melted.

"Glacius," Filius chilled the remains, after which Albus picked up the destroyed Diadem.

"There is no Magic left in it," Albus sensed, the markings had been melted away. Just a broken tiara now… What a shame.

"He has corrupted and destroyed a part of Hogwarts' very history," Filius said gravely.

"Including the history of his own ancestor," Pomona sighed.

"The Dark Lord only wishes to bring death to the World," Severus limped up to them. "To him, Salazar's twisted beliefs are just stepping stones in his bid for power." He openly admits to Salazar's beliefs being twisted?

"Does this not affect him somehow?" Minerva asked. "We are, after all, weakening his anchor to this Realm. What happens to him if we keep weakening the anchor?"

"I imagine that he will become more unstable," Albus admitted. "Not weaker, but definitely more unhinged."

"Then was it wise to destroy these Horcruxes one by one?" Filius asked. "Shouldn't we have collected them all, and then destroyed them together? An unpredictable enemy is the most dangerous one."

"He may reveal himself early to the public by mistake if he's unhinged," Severus said. "In the long run, that will save many more lives." The Ministry will be forced to fight against him, and with his much weaker forces, he will be destroyed sooner. We must endeavor to reveal him to the public ourselves somehow. We will wait until Amelia starts her campaign, and then we will reveal the Dark Lord. The people will vote for Amelia in order to have a Minister who possesses the knowledge needed to fight the Dark Arts. I will tell Severus and Ronald of this plan tomorrow. It could save us from a long election.

"Death will come either way, then," Minerva grimaced.

"Speaking of death, I have another job for you all to do tonight," Albus decided to implement Ronald's plan. I think I'll be working all night again. I'll compile the lists into one, and start planning a budget of sorts.

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Harry Potter's POV

Tuesday 5th January, 1994 (Headmaster's Office – After Classes)

"Um… Cockroach Cluster," Harry remembered the password that McGonagall had given him.

The Stone Gargoyle slid aside, revealing the spiral staircase that led up to the Headmaster's Office. Harry felt oddly nervous for a change, and he figured that it was because Dumbledore probably wanted to discuss the war with him. Harry didn't admit this often, but he had always felt a special bond between him and Dumbledore. Perhaps it was one-sided, but honestly, Harry didn't care. The Headmaster was kind to him from the very start, and Harry wanted nothing more than to help the old wizard.

Harry knocked on the Office door, and then he quickly straightened his school robes and fixed up his tie.

"Come in, Harry," came Dumbledore's voice, and Harry quickly made his way inside.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Harry greeted warmly as he closed the door, while Dumbledore gave him the usual kind smile. "Professor McGonagall told me that you wanted to speak to me."

"Please, come and sit down," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, and Harry sat down across from him. His Office is so cool. I wonder what all these instruments do. I bet Hermione would know. "How was your Break, Harry? Did you enjoy your time with the Weasleys?"

"Very much, Professor," Harry replied. "It wasn't without a few awkward moments, but overall, I did enjoy myself. I played a lot of Quidditch, in fact."

"Excellent," Dumbledore's smile widened. "The Weasleys certainly love the sport, so you must have fit right in." Well, some of the Weasleys love the sport… Ron never joined us. Not even once. I hope it wasn't because I was playing.

"Professor…" Harry started; he was feeling more than impatient already. "Sirius told me about Voldemort…"

"I know," Dumbledore's smile didn't even waver. "I am sorry that he has returned to power so abruptly… I had hoped that he would remain in hiding for longer."

"Why?" Harry asked out of curiosity.

"I wanted you to enjoy your childhood," Dumbledore replied, and Harry nodded very slowly.

"I'm not scared," Harry felt the urge to point out.

"Truly?" Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes shining brighter.

"That's what he wants," Harry replied. "He wants me, and everyone else, to be scared, so I won't give him the satisfaction."

"That is a good attitude, Harry," Dumbledore beamed. "Your mother and father were also very brave, but your fire is something else entirely. They'd be proud." Really?

Harry's lips quirked upwards, but he managed to keep some of his composure.

"I want to join the Order," Harry said, and for a second, he saw pride flash across Dumbledore's face. "I want to fight him. Just like you. Just like Sirius, Remus, and my parents."

"As far as I'm concerned, you are already an honorary member of the Order, Harry," Dumbledore said, and Harry felt something stir in his chest. "However… You are not ready to join the fighting just yet."

"I can train," Harry said quickly. "With Remus, that is. He's already agreed to start giving me extra lessons, and I'll go to each and every single one. I promise."

"That is a good start," Dumbledore said.

"But…?" Harry said slowly.

"Until you turn seventeen, you are under my protection," Dumbledore told him.

"I've already faced him once before, though," Harry reminded the old wizard. "I beat him at the end of first year. I saved the Stone."

"He has regained a lot of power, Harry," Dumbledore said gently. "He is no longer a spirit… Now, he is truly dangerous once again. Until you turn seventeen, you will train and prepare yourself. One day, you will no doubt face him, but when that time comes, you must be ready."

"I will be," Harry promised.

"That is comforting to hear," Dumbledore relaxed a little. "When do you start your lessons with Remus?"

"Tomorrow," Harry replied. "He wants to start by teaching me the basics of self-defense."

"Make sure that you give him your full attention," Dumbledore said. "Now, I wish to ask a favor of you, Harry."

"A favor?" Harry perked up. "Anything, Professor."

"I want you to make a list for me," Dumbledore started. "There are many students within Gryffindor who have Muggle Blood running in their veins. As you no doubt know, Lord Voldemort will aim to hurt them all once he gains more followers."

"You want me to make a list of anyone with Muggle, or Muggle-Born, parents?" Harry asked. He wants me to help in Order business?! "I'll do it! It won't take me longer than a couple of days, I promise!"

"Take a week, Harry," Dumbledore chuckled. "Make sure that you don't miss a single person."

"I won't," Harry said, and then, a thought occurred to him. "Professor… What about the other Houses?"

"I will be looking into the other Houses myself," Dumbledore replied. Oh, I see. "Can I count on you to get this done by Monday?"

"You can," Harry gave a firm nod. "Can… Can I tell Neville and Hermione? They want to help as well, Professor."

"I don't see why not," Dumbledore beamed.

"Great!" Harry smiled genuinely. "They wanted to approach you themselves, but…" he trailed off. I've said too much, I think.

"Tell them that their help is more than welcome," Dumbledore said. "We are, after all, in the same boat now, are we not?"

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Ten Minutes Later

Harry had all but run back to Gryffindor Tower, he planned to start his task as soon as possible. A small part of him still couldn't believe that Dumbledore himself had asked Harry for help, and yet, here Harry was… I feel really great, actually. If I do this perfectly, then I'll definitely be asked to help more often.

Harry looked around the busy common room, his eyes scanning the happy faces of friends who had finally been reunited. The twins and Lee were at the center of attention at the moment, and all three boys had taken to exaggerating their hardships in order to seize the attention of certain witches. This had, of course, resulted in people being cold towards Percy, but Percy didn't seem too bothered. If anything, Percy was the one being distant for a change. I bet he's still shaken up about Ron's poor health. Which reminds me… I ought to warn Ron that some of the Gryffindors want to have a go at him.

"Harry," Neville walked up to him. "Why are you just standing about? Did Dumbledore say something that got to you?"

"Oh, no…" Harry broke out of his thoughts, and then, he smiled at Neville. "He wants my help, mate! Come with me, and I'll tell you all about it!" Harry then looked around. "Where's Hermione?"

"She's in her corner," Neville sighed out, and Harry felt a pang of guilt. She's back to studying constantly.

"Let's go," Harry walked over to Hermione's corner, and when he saw her bushy hair sticking out from behind stacks of books and parchments, Harry traded a quick look with Neville.

"It's your turn," Neville reminded him, and Harry drew in a sharp breath. Time to prod the book monster.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry greeted as he took a seat, and Hermione's head popped up.

Her hair was wilder than usual, and she already had a furrowed brow.

"I can't help you with your homework right now, Harry," Hermione spoke with a hint of urgency. "I really need to get this Care of Magical Creatures essay done, or I'll fall behind my schedule again. I want this term to be less hectic for me." This isn't hectic enough?

"I can do my own essay," Harry assured her, and Hermione's brow relaxed a bit. "I just spoke with Dumbledore, and he gave me a job."

"A job?" Hermione cocked an eyebrow, and then, her eyes widened in realization. "An Order job?"

"Yeah," Harry whispered, and Neville sat down to his right. "He wants me to make a list of anyone who has Muggle, or Muggle-Born, parents. He wants to protect these Families when the war is in full swing."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes flashed to life. "And we can help?"

"I spoke to him for you, and he agreed," Harry gave a nod.

"Here," Hermione said as she searched for a blank piece of parchment. "Use one of mine."

"Nev, are you in?" Harry asked.

"Of course I am," Neville smiled widely. "Wait… What about Ginny?"

Hermione stopped shuffling about for clean parchment, and Harry tensed a little. Oh… I didn't ask…

"I didn't ask about her joining us," Harry said, feeling a little guilty.

"And would she even want to?" Hermione asked. "Neville, she hasn't really forgiven us yet."

"She will after she helps us in this," Neville said with alarming surety. "She's trying to get past it, so we should give her a nudge in the right direction. Show her that we trust her, you know?"

Harry looked to Hermione; he didn't really know what to do. Hermione's a little better with Ginny than I am. She can make the decision.

"I think we should," Hermione shot Harry a quick look. "Dumbledore wouldn't mind another set of eyes, I think. Harry?"

"Sure," Harry agreed with her decision. "Call her over, Nev."

"All right," Neville said gratefully. "I'll be right back."

With that, Neville went off looking for Ginny. Harry tried to not look awkward, but he failed miserably. After all that silent treatment, I don't know what to say to her. Does she still have that crush on me? Or does she hate me now? I can't ever tell with her. Plus, she's closer with Neville and Hermione. She and I only ever spoke about Quidditch.

"This'll be fine," Hermione looked a bit tense. "Right, Harry?"

"You're not sure?" Harry blinked.

"No, that's why I asked if you were," Hermione stared at him.

"I thought you were sure, so I agreed," Harry sighed out. "Great…"

"Let's just try our best to stay away from certain topics," Hermione said, and Harry gave a nod. "Don't mention Ron, don't mention Luna, and don't mention anything-" Hermione stopped abruptly.

"I filled her in," Neville said from behind Harry, and then Ginny and Neville came into view.

She sat on Neville's opposite side, away from Hermione and Harry both. Harry tried not to stare, but he felt the urge to read her expression. I'll mostly stay quiet, I reckon. I mean, I caused the main issue in the first place, didn't I?

"The person here who can write in the smallest letters should do the writing," Ginny suggested, and Harry looked to Hermione for guidance.

"Harry writes pretty small, I think," Hermione sounded overly civil. WHAT?! You always tell me that my writing takes up too much room!

"Um… Neville writes smaller," Harry said, and Neville gave him a bored look.

"I'll write," Neville went with it in the end. Thanks, Nev… I don't want to say anything that might upset her. "Hermione, can I use your paper and quill?"

"Yes," Hermione quickly handed him the supplies. "Let's start with the first years. We should have a year-by-year list. It's neater, and Professor Dumbledore will appreciate that."

"Right," Neville concentrated on writing smaller letters.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Tuesday 5th January, 1994 (Snape's Office – Evening)

"Weasley," came Snape's voice, and Ron opened his eyes.

"Yes?" Ron asked.

"Don't get lost in your safe place," Snape frowned at him. "The point is to remain alert, not comatose."

"I was meditating," Ron said.

"No, you were daydreaming," Snape said icily. "Stay in control."

"Sorry, Sir," Ron apologized. "It's been a long day, and we've already practiced for an hour. I'm getting tired."

"I see," Snape said.

"Do you mind if we stop?" Ron rubbed his eyes. He's right… I nearly fell asleep there.

"We can stop," Snape replied, and Ron was a little bothered by that. He just agreed instead of calling me lazy? My good luck is persisting, isn't it?

"Thanks," Ron said, deciding to forego asking any awkward questions.

"Is your past self still following you about?" Snape asked.

"No, actually," Ron looked around for Ravenclaw Ron. Nothing. "I haven't seen him since he showed me the Diadem." Which is rather suspicious. I mean, where did he go?

"You should go see Pomfrey for a scan, Ron," Snape advised.

"Why?" Ron asked, he had been putting it off.

"Because your change could be a result of your trauma getting worse," Snape replied. "We need to be sure about what's happening in your head, or we risk losing you." He made it awkward…

"I'll get one tomorrow," Ron started.

"No, you should get one today," Snape said. "Don't let fear control you. Always stay in control of yourself." Yeah, he'll drag me there if I refuse. I ought to play along just to save myself some embarrassment. Plus, I've put it off long enough.

"So it's a lesson as well?" Ron sighed out. "Okay…"

Slowly, Ron made his way out of the room. From there, he ever so slowly made his way towards the Hospital Wing. There is where my good luck ends, right? That scan will show that my 'gourd is cracked open'. Fuck, I really don't want to get this brain scan. I'd rather not know. Ignorance is bliss, or whatever the saying is.

Ron decided to think about Stoatshead Hill, and the little relief he felt, he used to combat his growing dread. Step by step, Ron found himself standing in front the Hospital Wing. Just as he entered through the large doors, he came face-to-face with Malfoy. Shit. He has his sessions on Tuesday and Wednesday.

"Weasley?" Malfoy cocked an eyebrow.

"Ronald?" Madam Pomfrey called from her door. "Is everything all right?"

"Oh… I was here to get a session," Ron lied. "I'm feeling a little… overwhelmed…"

Malfoy looked between Madam Pomfrey and Ron, and then he made his way past Ron without another word. Ah, he got the message.

"Let me just check on some of my patients, and then I'll be right with you," Madam Pomfrey said. Patients? It's the second day back. Seriously, why is this school so dangerous?

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Thirty Minutes Later

The look on her face gave it away, and Ron let out a defeated sigh. The Entity isn't doing its job, and something tells me that my past self is to blame. Why are these cunts ruining my Cycle with this shit? Why can't I just be left alone?

"I'm sorry, Ron," Madam Pomfrey handed him the scan, and Ron had a quick look at it. New black spots… "There are two new black spots, while the old ones have grown in size. This… This is not good."

"How long?" Ron pushed his voice out of his throat.

"At this rate, maybe two years," Madam Pomfrey replied. I'll die before I become of age? I see…

Ron handed her the scan, he couldn't bring himself to look at it.

"What else?" Ron asked. "Will there be symptoms?"

"Higher chances of loss of consciousness for a few seconds to a few minutes," Pomfrey started. "More frequent headaches, more frequent nausea, fatigue, difficulty sleeping, sleeping more than usual, dizziness, and maybe even difficulties with speech. These are only the physical symptoms, though."

"What?" Ron blinked. "There are more types?"

"Sensory, and cognitive," Pomfrey replied gently. "Sensory ones may include blurred vision, ringing ears, and changes in the ability to smell. Cognitive ones may include memory and concentration problems, more frequent mood swings, and feelings of depression. Have you felt any of those symptoms yet?"

"During the break, I had a few really rough days," Ron swallowed thickly. "I felt depressed, or at least I think I did… I lost all motivation and such… And then there's my issues with sleep." I felt a lot of these symptoms, actually. Maybe that's why I had a bad feeling about this scan.

"I think we need to bring your parents into this," Madam Pomfrey said, and Ron quickly shot up from the bed.

"No… Not yet," Ron said.

"Ron-"

"Can I please have a couple of days to process this?" Ron all but begged. "You're right, we need to talk to them… That scan looks much worse than I expected, so I get where you're coming from. I just… I need a little time to think on this." Mum and dad are going to be so upset when they see that scan.

"Of course," she couldn't really refuse her patient. "We'll go to them during your session on Thursday."

"Okay…" Ron felt drained. Two fucking years… I'm so fucking fucked.

He suddenly remembered his friends, and his gut twisted a little. They'll be devastated. And Daph… How do I tell Daph about this without making her cry? Oh, and Ginny… She just started trying to get better. I'm going to ruin her recovery with this. He felt the urge to back out of telling anyone, but even he knew how stupid that would be. Ever since he had made peace with his coming demise, Ron had realized that he needed to be prepared for that day. Telling them is a must. I can't just drop dead one day, and leave them all devastated in the middle of the war. That might get them killed due to being distracted. I… I have to look past my own wants… I have to look at their needs.

"Ron?" Madam Pomfrey called, and Ron broke out of his daze.

"Yes?" Ron asked.

"Do you want to come and talk in my Office?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I… I'd like some time to myself, please…"

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Tuesday 5th January, 1994 (The Sanctuary – Nearly Dinner)

He had tried to keep his composure, even though he was up here by himself. He figured that if he could just stay in control of his emotions, he'd feel a little better. But no… The moment he had sat down in his favorite chair, he had sunk his face into his hands before letting the fear of death take over. He had cried, cursed, and shouted, all of which had left him truly drained.

He just sat here now, his mind coming up with plans for the future. He had sent Helios to the Fawleys, and with their help, he could start work on the Werewolf Sanctuary. He hadn't visited Priscilla before the Break had ended, so that needed to be rectified. Oh, and he had to write a will. He had no clue, of course, about how one writes their will, but he needed to write one. It felt like the right thing to do, just in case the worst came to pass. I wonder if Dumbledore's finished that list yet. I should save funds for that project. I mean, I still haven't finished preparing the Chamber to serve as a bunker. Where is Chivvy with those beds and supplies?

He heard the door crack open, and he shot a quick look towards it. His friends all snuck in one by one, and Ron decided to stare back at the fire. Fuck… Should I tell them now?

"There he is," came Theo's voice, and Ron heard his friends approach him.

"Ron, you disappeared again," Daphne huffed.

"You made the rule about sticking together, remember?" Tracey sounded a little disappointed.

"You there, Ron?" Blaise asked, and Ron nodded.

"I'm here," Ron said. "I just wanted to be left alone."

"You had another session today, right?" Daphne picked up that something was wrong. "Malfoy mentioned that you were feeling overwhelmed."

"Did he?" Ron looked towards Malfoy. You can't talk about what happens with Madam Pomfrey, you git.

"You went missing, and I figured that they'd want to know," Malfoy shrugged without a care. "You're being a moron by walking around alone."

"Don't call him that," Millie shot Malfoy a frown.

"Ron? Are you okay?" Pansy asked. I should just tell them now. Otherwise, they'll see through my shitty lie and get even more upset. Plus, they deserve to know about this. After all, my death will affect them more than most.

"My brain damage…" Ron started, and their expressions stilled. Even Malfoy's looking a little jarred, which is, oddly, nice to see. "It got worse… A lot worse… I don't have long…" That was a dreadful effort, but I don't care. I just don't have it in me to be strong right now.

"You had a scan…?" Daphne muttered, and Ron gave her a nod.

"Sorry, Daph," Ron apologized without thinking.

"Do you have the scan with you?" Daphne asked, she clearly wanted to make sure for herself.

"No," Ron replied. "Madam Pomfrey has it in my records."

He could already see Pansy's eyes welling up, while the others were quickly catching up to Pansy. Blaise was no longer looking distant, Theo wasn't smirking, Tracey had lost her disappointment, Millie wasn't playing tough, Malfoy was just staring at him, and Daphne looked disbelieving. I really don't have it in me to comfort them all. Not right now.

"Can I please be left alone?" Ron asked, but none of them moved a muscle. "Right… Can we please have silence instead, then? I just need to think through everything on my own first."

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Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (The Sanctuary – Crack of Dawn)

Ron's eyes fluttered open, and he slowly shifted in his spot. He had fallen asleep at some point, but he couldn't remember when. The previous night seemed like a hazy dream to him, he could barely remember anything besides being told of his worsening condition. As Ron tried to sit up, he realized that someone was clinging to his right arm. Daph? Ron looked to his right, and he saw Pansy cuddled into his side. What the…?

That's when it hit him… None of his friends, Malfoy included, had left after Ron had told them of his latest scan. None of them had even eaten dinner; instead they had stayed with him in the Sanctuary. I think Daphne asked me to go to sleep… Where is she? Ron looked around the bed, and his face flushed a little because of what he found. Daphne was asleep to his left, and Tracey slept to Daphne's left. Millie was also on the bed, though she was on Pansy's side. I slept in the same bed as four girls?! They put me in the middle, and then fell asleep around me?!

Ron swallowed thickly, and then with great care, he freed his arm from Pansy. How do I get out without waking them up? I want to get ready for my morning run. Ron sat up slowly, and he spotted his male friends sleeping on the couches. Bloody hell… They all stayed the night. He didn't know why, but he felt a little guilty for making them stay behind like this. First I tell them about the war, and now this… I'm the harbinger of bad news, aren't I? Daphne's hand searched for him, and when it landed on his left thigh, Ron nearly yelped. Good Lord… I have an erection to boot! Fuck me dead, how did I end up in this position?

Ron pulled a face as he removed Daphne's wandering hand; his entire body was becoming flushed.

"Ron?" Daphne's eyes opened groggily. Shit!

"Hello," Ron whispered, and then, he noticed how agitated her eyes looked. She's been crying…

Ron looked at the faces of the other girls, and their eyes were similarly agitated. Even Mills… Damn, I really ruined their night, didn't I?

"Where are you going?" Daphne croaked as she sat up.

"Um… My morning run," Ron shifted his legs in order to hide his morning erection. I swear that my prick has a mind of its own now. It just wakes up whenever it damn well pleases.

"Morning run?" Daphne blinked, and then she rubbed her eyes clear.

"Why are you all in the same bed as me?" Ron couldn't help but ask. "This room can provide another bed, Daph… I've seen it happen."

"We didn't want another bed," Daphne yawned. "We… We wanted to be here for you…" Right.

"Okay…" Ron looked around once again.

"Most boys would be happy to share a bed with four girls," Daphne tried to joke, but her strained voice gave away her worries. "You started falling asleep, and we didn't have the heart to wake you up… I joined you first, and then the others sort of followed me. I didn't want to turn them away… They're just as scared as I am."

"I understand," Ron whispered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Daph… About the scan… I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Daphne asked. "Ron… No one is upset with you."

"I know that," Ron whispered quickly. "I just… I feel awful for making you all feel miserable with my issues. First I told everyone about the war, and now I tell them that I'll be checking out early-"

Daphne flinched at that, and Ron immediately felt the urge to smack himself.

"Checking out?" Daphne all but whimpered.

"Poor choice of words…" Ron mumbled guiltily.

"I don't know why you keep making it sound so casual," Daphne swallowed thickly.

"It helps me cope…" Ron looked down at his lap. "Sorry…"

They both fell silent at that, and after nearly a minute of saying nothing, Ron decided to be on his way. Running will help clear my head. I already wasted last night crying about something that I can't change, so today; I'll plan and put myself to work. If two years is all I have left, then I need to make the best out of every single day.

"Are you going to tell your parents?" Daphne asked just as Ron began to move.

"Tomorrow," Ron replied. "During my session, Madam Pomfrey and I will visit them."

"Your father will be working," Daphne said.

"I know…" Ron sighed out. "I'm sure we'll figure something out, Daph… Right now, I just want to go for my run."

Daphne gave him a knowing look, she knew better than to hinder his routine. Ron, sensing that she was stopping herself from trying to stop him, gave her a weak smile before he crawled off of the bed. Once he had climbed over the bed's bottom frame, Ron stretched his back and cracked his neck. I'm stiff as a board… I'll need to do extra stretches today.

"Ron… What does this mean for us?" Daphne asked, and Ron stilled immediately. "I don't want to bring this up first thing in the morning… But the others don't plan to leave your side today."

Ron looked to the sleeping girls, and then he drew in a deep breath. She's right. They even slept in the Sanctuary because they didn't want to leave me alone. Ron couldn't help but feel a little better; he knew just how lucky he was to have such friends. Merlin, we've all come a long way… Even Malfoy stayed behind, and I'm not sure if it's because we decided to stay in groups. It's odd to think that he stayed behind because he was worried about me.

"Come with me?" Ron looked to Daphne. "We'll go to the common room, get dressed for some exercise, and after we run some laps, we can talk. Just us."

Daphne stared at him for a few seconds, and then, she gave a nod.

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Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (The Black Lake – Early Morning)

"I really need to invest in some sports gear," Daphne shivered, and as soon as Ron sat down to her right, she clung to his left arm.

"Merlin, Daph… You're freezing," Ron shifted closer to her, ignoring the fact that she had placed his arm in-between her chest.

"You're so warm…" Daphne sighed out as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't move a muscle, I beg you."

"Let's order you some running gear today," Ron said. "We'll need proper shoes, a warm jumper, and some running shorts."

"And a bra that'll keep my chest from giving me a black-eye," Daphne added, and Ron felt a little hot under the collar. I'd rather see them bounce, truth be told. I nearly ran into the lake because of how distracted I was, but it was well worth it. "How do you do this every morning? It's so cold out here."

"You warm up after some running," Ron said. "Walking isn't exactly a strenuous activity, you know?"

"I tried running," Daphne tightened her hold on his arm. "I can't do it in these clothes. Plus, you kept staring at me…" Caught red-handed. Shit.

"Sorry," Ron apologized.

"I didn't say that I minded it," Daphne said. "Please stop apologizing, Ron."

"I don't even know why I keep doing it," Ron admitted.

"I know," Daphne looked into his eyes. "You're probably blaming yourself for making us miserable with bad news, but you couldn't be more wrong. I'm really happy that you told us the truth."

"You are?" Ron blinked.

"Not in the way that you're imagining it," Daphne replied. "Even a few months ago, you'd have lied about everything, and we'd only find out weeks after the fact. What I'm trying to say is that I'm proud of you for not hiding the truth from us. It shows us that you trust us, and that means a lot to some of us."

"Oh," Ron slowly looked back to the lake. "I actually figured that I'd tell the truth just for that reason… I didn't want you all to be blindsided."

"I won't lie…" Daphne started. "This… This is really scary news, Ron… I couldn't even breathe properly after you told us, and it took me an hour to stop Tracey and Pansy from crying. I was scared that they were going to wake you up."

"Merlin," Ron sighed out. "They both cried for an hour after I fell asleep?"

"Most of us did…" Daphne all but whispered. "They were just louder…"

"Should I talk to them?" Ron asked.

"Just stay around us today, all right?" Daphne requested. "All of us."

"I will," Ron promised, and then, he decided to tackle the elephant in the room. "Daph…"

"I'm not going anywhere," Daphne cut in. "Don't you dare cut me out because of this, Ron, or I swear to Merlin, I'll Hex you."

"What about your parents?" Ron asked, her words had made the pain subside a little. I'm so selfish, though. She should leave now in order to spare herself more pain down the line.

"I'm not blind," Daphne rested her head on his shoulder again. "My father thinks that I should stop seeing you in order to avoid being hurt, but he doesn't get it… Even if we break up, I'll still lose you… It'll still hurt… At least this way, I get to be with you like I want to be. Do… Do you want to break up? Have you changed your mind?"

Ron shifted a little; he was torn about what to say. On one hand, he wanted to keep seeing her. Everything was just better when she was there with him, and of all of his friends, Ron wished to spend most of his time with Daphne. But on the other hand, he could tell that he was being rather selfish. The closer he became with Daphne, the more devastated she'd be once he was gone. He wished that someone would just give him a sign, but alas, that wasn't going to happen. This was all on him, and there was no way past that.

"Ron?" Daphne called, her voice sounding more urgent than before. "You… You want to break up…?"

"I don't know what I want…" Ron admitted weakly.

"What does that mean?" Daphne asked.

"What we have right now… It's the best part of my life, I reckon…" Ron tried to explain. "Whenever we're alone, or just sitting around with our friends, I love the fact that we're together. It just feels amazing to be with someone who I love, and I've never felt like this about anyone before. Even if I got the choice to do things over, I'd still want to be with you. I honestly can't picture myself being this… open… with anyone else."

"I feel the same way," Daphne said with a hopeful smile.

"But…" Ron went on, and Daphne's smile wavered. "I'm dying, Daph… Very slowly, I'm wasting away. One day soon, I'm not going to be around anymore. If we keep being together, then on that day, you'll suddenly be by yourself. Every time I think about that, I get this knot in my stomach that actually starts to hurt. I don't want to do that to you… Not ever."

"Even if we're not together, it'll still hurt just as much," Daphne said. "Ron… I'm telling you that I want to stay with you. I'm making my own decision. You're not forcing me into anything."

"I feel like I am," Ron said.

"That's because you keep putting everyone's troubles on your own shoulders," Daphne sounded a little frustrated. "If you don't want to be with me, just say it. I'm not some delicate flower that will wilt away, Ron. You know that I'm not. What I can't stand is you not making a proper decision about this. I've tried to explain things to you over and over again, but you keep calling yourself selfish and prolonging this conversation. You're hurting us both by doing this, can't you see that? Just make a decision, because either way, I'm going to be here for you. I was your friend long before I became your girlfriend, don't ever forget that."

Ron thought about her words, and he realized that she was right. She was making her own decision, and even if they broke up, Daphne wasn't the sort to leave her friends behind. Sure, she was cold towards people outside her group of friends, but once she deemed someone to be important to her, she went out of her way to be there for them. My mum's letters, the Chamber being opened, me being accused of being the Heir, me being a Parselmouth, my coma, my scars, the Veela attacks, my sessions with Pomfrey… She's been through it all with me.

"I'm scared…" Ron muttered, his eyes becoming dull. "Really scared…"

"Me too, Ron," Daphne spoke gently. "We're all scared for you. You're not alone."

"Do you ever regret dating someone like me?" Ron asked, his chest tightening a little. "Someone with all of this baggage?"

"You know what you said about being with me, and how you can't see yourself with anyone else?" Daphne started. "Well, I feel the same way about you. You're short-tempered, secretive, inconveniently noble, and when you want, you can be colder than even my father… But despite all of these traits, you're the best person I know. I've had a crush on you since first year, and it's only gotten stronger over time." Daphne then gave him a resolute look. "If you need a friend instead of a girlfriend, then so be it… I'll be your friend, and nothing more, but please don't cut me out. I love you, Ron, and I want to do everything I can to help you. I know you'd do the same for me."

"I would," Ron said, and she gave him a half-smile.

"See? Best person I know," Daphne bumped her forehead against his. "What's your decision, Ron? Think about what you want, all right? I've made my choice, and I've told you what that choice is. I want to keep being together."

"You won't regret this once I'm gone?" Ron asked.

"Never," Daphne promised.

"Then… I want to be with you too," Ron came to a decision, and Daphne looked visibly relieved. "No more fighting over this, yeah?"

"Yeah," Daphne agreed, and then she gave him a light kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ron felt alive for the first time since his scan.

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Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (The Potions Lab – After Classes)

Daphne and he were going to stay true to their feelings for each other, and although that eased the pain in his chest, Ron knew that if Daphne weren't as understanding of his behavior as she was, she'd have booted him in the manly bits by now. The fact that she planned to stay by his side even if he broke up with her meant the world to Ron. She probably didn't understand just how important she was to him, mostly because he couldn't tell her about his darkest secrets, so knowing that she'd stay by his side no matter what happened between them was almost overwhelming. He wasn't alone because Daphne Greengrass refused to let him fight on his own. She was going to have his back no matter what, and when he thought of it like that, a silly smile graced his face.

"Ron, pass me the crushed fangs," Hermione huffed. "You're daydreaming again!"

"Oh… Sorry," Ron quickly passed her the ingredients, which she mixed into the cauldron. That's the fourth time that I've held her up.

"Honestly, Ron, where are you today?" Hermione shook her head. "I can't do all of this by myself."

"Won't happen again," Ron promised. "I'll get started on cutting up the ginger."

"I already finished that task," Hermione sighed out, and Ron gave her a sorry smile. "Are… Are you not feeling well? If so, I'll finish up myself. You ought to sit down, or something."

Ron shot a quick look towards Snape, only to find the Potions Master staring at him. He knows that I've been slacking!

"No, I'll help," Ron quickly looked back to Hermione. "What do you need me to do? Just give me an order."

"All right," Hermione wiped the sweat from her brow. "Keep mixing the solution, while I prepare the rat spleens. Once the solution is green, let me know."

Ron took over the cauldron, while Hermione quickly began preparing the rat spleens. The solution is pink right now, so it should turn green within the next two minutes. Just keep stirring, Ron. Stop fantasizing about Daphne.

"Ron? Are you feeling sick?" Hermione asked, and Ron looked around them for potential eavesdroppers.

"I'm just distracted at the moment," Ron replied once he was sure that they were in the clear. "A lot of things are on my mind, you know?"

"I don't know," Hermione said. "Want to tell me about them?"

"Malfoy kissed me yesterday, and I don't know what to do," Ron lied with a smirk, and Hermione's hand slipped, causing her to knock over some spleens.

"Miss. Granger," Snape limped over from across the lab, his face twisted with anger.

Hermione spluttered, her wide-eyes traveling between Ron and Snape. Ron bit his cheek in order to not burst into laughter, while Snape gave Hermione his most menacing glare.

"Weasley, cut the spleens for her," Snape ordered. "Granger, go back to stirring the Potion, and try to not drown in it."

"Sorry… Sir…" Hermione fumbled towards the cauldron, while Ron calmly began cutting up the spleens.

Snape shook his head, and then he limped back towards Cedric's table.

"Malfoy kissed you?" Hermione whispered in a frantic voice. "Ron… Oh my God… What… What did you do?"

"We snogged for a bit," Ron lied, and Hermione's mouth hung open.

"But… He's a boy… You're a boy… What about Greengrass…? What…?" Hermione Granger looked utterly clueless for a change. "Wait… Does she even know?"

"She watched us," Ron shrugged, and the look of abject horror on Hermione's face made Ron choke. Damn! I gave it away!

"You… You're lying," Hermione suddenly went red in the face. "Ron, you're the worst! I got told off! You put our work in danger! I could have sliced my finger off!"

"I will use my cane to shut you both up!" came Snape's voice from across the room, and both Ron and Hermione looked down at their table.

"The look on your face," Ron wheezed, unable to control himself. "Oh… That was priceless."

"You're an utter prat," Hermione said sourly.

"Oh, come on… That was funny," Ron nudged her, and she shot him a glare.

"Prat," she repeated, and Ron shot her his lopsided grin. It feels good to joke around with her again. It's been ages since we just talked normally.

"I have no idea why you even believed me," Ron finished up the spleens.

"Why wouldn't I?" Hermione huffed as she added the sliced up spleens into the green solution. "I have no idea how you close you lot are."

"How close we are?" Ron asked.

"You're all very… touchy… with each other," Hermione stated. "Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course… I just find it a bit odd…"

"What do you mean by 'touchy'?" Ron asked out of curiosity.

"Well, take today for example," Hermione started. "During mealtimes, the girls were all over you. Even Bulstrode." Oh… That's for an entirely different reason. "Parkinson pretty much fed you from her own plate, Ron."

"Do you watch us often?" Ron asked, and Hermione blinked at him.

"No, I just happened to look in your direction, that's all," Hermione said quickly. "It wasn't just me… Loads of people were staring. Seamus is the one who actually pointed it out." I guess the girls are being a little clingy with me. Not that I mind, of course. I'm just glad that we're all together again. "And when it comes to your male friends… Well, I've seen you hug them and stuff… You even kissed Nott's head during the Break, and you did it right in front of everyone."

"Is… Is that weird?" Ron asked slowly. "I mean, we're all very close. The girls are definitely a bit handsy with us boys, but we lads don't mind giving each other hugs every now and then. Don't Harry and Neville hug?"

"Not really," Hermione replied. "They have hugged, of course, but usually, they keep their hands to themselves." Ah, so we're the weird ones… Awkward.

"What about you?" Ron asked.

"What about me?" Hermione asked.

"Don't you hug them?" Ron asked, and Hermione's face flushed a little.

"I'm not that sort of girl, Ron," she said with an embarrassed undertone.

"I wasn't implying that," Ron quickly backtracked. Please don't slap me. "There's nothing wrong with hugging your friends is all I'm saying…"

"Hmmm," Hermione eyed Ron, and then she clicked her fingers. What? "Must be a cultural difference…"

"A what?"

"A cultural difference," Hermione repeated. "Every House has its own culture, and a big part of that culture must dictate how friends behave around each other. In Ravenclaw, I know for a fact that friends often compete against each other."

"They do?" Ron asked.

"I wonder why Slytherins are so open with their friends," Hermione spoke to herself. "This would make for an interesting study, wouldn't it, Ron? 'The cultural differences within the Hogwarts Houses, and how they influence student interaction'."

"Right…" Ron felt oddly stupid all of a sudden. "Maybe instead of studying said cultures, you should try and experience them? You know, give Harry and Neville a hug once in a while. It would certainly help them feel better."

"Would it?" Hermione asked slowly, she looked quite skeptical.

"Well, whenever my friends hug me, I feel loads better," Ron replied. "Especially when the girls hug me."

"That might be due to another reason," Hermione said dully. Oh, it definitely is.

"Still," Ron shrugged. "Nothing wrong with trying to show them that you care about them, eh?"

"Of course I care about them," Hermione said.

"So why not show it?" Ron asked. "If I see Blaise upset about something, I don't just talk to him. I put an arm around his shoulders, and sometimes, I hug him. It doesn't happen often, but I'm not afraid of showing him that I love him."

"Did you just confess to loving a boy?" Hermione gaped at him.

"It's not that weird," Ron said defensively. "It's the truth, so I don't mind admitting it." Speaking of Blaise, I really ought to corner him soon. He's opened up a little ever since he learned about my scan, so now is a good time to find out what's been bothering him.

"No boy in Gryffindor would admit to loving another boy, even if said boy was their best friend," Hermione said. "It must be a Slytherin thing… I reckon I'll record the different cultures of the Hogwarts Houses-"

"Don't just record them," Ron cut in. "Experience them."

"Why are you so bent on making me hug Harry and Neville?" Hermione asked.

"Because it'll help bring you three closer," Ron shrugged. "You don't have to do it, of course, but I'd rather you actually try to understand the different cultures of Hogwarts Houses before you report on them. A report from someone who hasn't experienced what they're reporting on doesn't exactly sound credible." Marietta Angel taught me that lesson.

"Oh, you're right," Hermione nodded to herself, her brow furrowed. She's a bit weird, but that's always been the case. "I… I actually don't know the last time I hugged either of them. Wait… I hugged Neville at his parents' funeral…" It's been that long?! Tracey gave me two hugs yesterday, and that was before I told her about my scan!

"Your homework today is to hug your best friends," Ron mimicked McGonagall's voice, and Hermione snorted.

"Don't impersonate the teachers, Ron," Hermione giggled. "It's rude."

"You laughed, so I'm off-" Ron started, but Snape suddenly cut into their conversation.

"Weasley, go sit behind my desk," Snape hissed. "Granger, finish the Potion, and then get out."

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Thirty Minutes Later

As soon as the last student, Percy, left the lab, Snape rounded on Ron with a genuinely pissed off look.

"This Club is a place of learning, not socializing," Snape whispered coldly. "If you wish to stay distracted, then do so outside my classroom. And stop distracting the other students."

"Sorry," Ron apologized. "But in my defense, the solution you had us working on turned out fine."

"Fine is for idiots," Snape frowned. "I expect better from you and Granger."

"Hermione would be really happy to hear you say that," Ron said, and Snape looked ready to burst a blood vessel. "Talking was the wrong choice… I see that now."

"What happened with your scan?" Snape asked after he calmed himself down a little. "You never came back, and you didn't attend dinner."

Ron's face fell a little, he was back to worrying about his brain damage.

"Oh, that…" Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "It… It got worse… The brain damage, that is. Two new spots, and the old ones have grown… Madam Pomfrey said something about two years at this rate…" Two years… That is not enough time. I need to get my shit together as quickly as possible.

"I see," Snape said, his expression devoid of any emotion. His tone just changed, so he's clearly taken aback by this.

"It's all right," Ron stood up. "I knew it wasn't going to be good… I still have two years."

"Can't the Entity heal this?" Snape asked. "You've mentioned that it has the power to hurt you, so by that logic, it could also heal you."

"It's not responding to me," Ron replied. "Ever since I started seeing the Ron from Ravenclaw, the Entity has gone silent."

"This is no coincident," Snape spoke to himself. "Come, Ron… We ought to speak to Albus about this."

"Actually, you can do that," Ron said, and Snape cocked an eyebrow. "My friends are expecting me back, and they're really shaken by all of this."

"You told them?" Snape asked.

"I did," Ron replied. "They deserve to know about this much, at least."

"Very well," Snape said. "Go to your friends, then. I will speak to Albus, and brief him on the situation."

"Has he started the list?" Ron asked. "The one I asked him to create?"

"It's already compiled, though he has Potter running around for the Gryffindor list," Snape sneered, and Ron just stared at him.

"What do you have against Harry?" Ron asked, he was feeling braver than usual. What's he going to do? Kill me?

"That… is not your concern," Snape whispered icily.

"I beg to differ," Ron stood his ground. "Harry is the most important piece on the board, and in case you've forgotten, you're one of the people moving the pieces around. Your low opinion of Harry matters a great deal, and it affects my Cycle."

"Are you suggesting that I would put him in danger because I loathe him?" Snape asked, his tone slightly aggressive.

"So you do hate him," Ron said. "Why? What did he do to you? For as long as I can remember, you've had it out for him."

"This conversation is over," Snape moved towards the fireplace. I'm not done yet.

"You know how you wanted me to take over the Order down the line?" Ron asked, and Snape turned back around. "Yeah… That's not happening now… Of the three of us, I'll probably be the first one to die. You and the Headmaster will have to finish the war without me. You, the Headmaster… and Harry. I've been thinking a lot lately, and I think I finally understand why the Headmaster wants Harry in charge."

"You see, unlike me, Harry will be around to lead one day," Ron went on. "Hell, he won't even have to earn any loyalty from people. Every one already worships him, and those who don't are our worst enemies. He's the perfect face to lead the Order forward-"

"He lacks any and all leadership qualities," Snape cut in. I'm not so sure about that.

"Then teach him," Ron said. "You've been teaching me, right? Even the Headmaster has been teaching me, but no one is teaching Harry. Look, I don't know why you hate him so much, but the war is more important than your vendetta. Harry needs to be put on the right path, but right now, only Remus seems to be helping him along. That needs to change, because as you pointed out, the current leader of the Order is becoming older by the day."

Snape said nothing to that, and Ron drew in a deep breath.

"Harry is the only one who can kill the Dark Lord," Ron remembered the Prophecy. "He's already the poster boy for the war against the Dark Lord. People will flock to him when everything is out in the open. His words will carry real weight. I know that you understand all of this, but why you won't act on it is beyond me."

Ron then made his way towards the exit.

"The Headmaster is going to keep sheltering him, I think," Ron admitted as he reached the door. "He only got Harry involved in the list business because I asked him to. You need to help me convince the Headmaster that Harry needs to grow up already. Harry needs to be taught how to lead one day, and since we're quickly running out of time, that training needs to start as soon as possible."

With that said, Ron left the lab before Snape could hurl something at him. Merlin, that was a little scary. I hate talking to him like that, but he needs to hear this. My job is to limit the death toll, but it's Harry's job to end the war. Only he can destroy the Dark Lord, but at this rate, he'll get butchered because he's not being prepared. Ron ran his gloved hand through his hair, and then he began heading for the Slytherin common room. I've definitely pissed Snape off, so I ought to keep my distance for a bit. I just hope that I got through to him somewhat.

"Dragon Heart," Ron spoke to the entrance, and the wall slid aside.

Ron made his way inside the common room, and he looked towards his friends' favorite spot. Daphne was already looking at him with a faint smile, and Ron felt his shoulders relax a little. My witch has been waiting for me. Without wasting another second, Ron made his way over to his friends. They all looked relieved at the sight of him, with the exception of Malfoy, who only spared him a quick glance.

"You're back," Tracey hugged his side, while Daphne kissed his cheek. Correction… My Family has been waiting for me.

"Want me to deal you in, brother?" Theo asked, and Ron couldn't help but smile.

"Sure."

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Hermione Granger's POV

Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (Gryffindor Tower – Late Evening)

"Maybe we should go around and ask everyone again?" Harry looked up from the list; he hadn't even showered after his special class with Professor Lupin.

"Harry, that'll be really suspicious," Hermione said from behind her books. "We can't let anyone suspect what we're up to."

"How would they know?" Harry asked. "We told them that we were doing this because McGonagall asked us to."

"Professor McGonagall," Hermione corrected. "And we already got everyone. I double checked already."

"You did?" Harry blinked, and Hermione tried to give him a reassuring smile. He just wants to get this right for the Headmaster, that's all. I should be more understanding.

"I did, Harry," Hermione promised. "We have everyone."

Harry looked back down at the list, his emerald eyes scanning each and every name. He's worried, and Neville's not here to talk to him. Hermione wasn't as socially inept as she used to be… By now, she had figured out that Neville and Harry were best friends, while she was their second best friend. For a while, Hermione had gotten over that little fact. She had Ginny, after all, but now that Ginny was trying to branch out to people her own age, Hermione was starting to feel like the third wheel again. She talked with her boys often enough, but whenever they had something important to share, they often left her out without thinking about it.

She had tried to be more talkative in the hopes of getting their attention, and when that hadn't worked, she had tried being distant in order to make them chase after her. In hindsight, that was rather petty behavior on her part. She had also entertained the possibility that the fault didn't lie with her, but even that hadn't worked. After all, Harry was stressing out right in front of her, and she had no idea about what to say. Why did Neville have to volunteer at the Greenhouses?

"Are we sure about these first years?" Harry muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

Hermione thought back to her conversation with Ron, and she felt her face heat up a little. He said that he doesn't mind hugging Zabini, another boy, if Zabini is worried about something. Should… Should I hug Harry? No, that would be really weird. I'm not even sure on how to hug boys. Hermione studied Harry's face, and she felt the urge to do something. Ron said that there's nothing wrong with showing your friends that you care about them, and from what I've seen, Ron's female friends have no issues with touching him. He loves it when they coddle him; I know that for a fact. Hermione drew in a sharp breath, and then she reached over and put her hand on top of Harry's.

Harry stilled, and slowly, he looked up at her. Was that too much?! Oh, no! Damn you, Ronald Weasley!

"Um… Hermione?" Harry all but whispered, though he didn't pull his hand back.

"You've finished the list, Harry," Hermione pushed forward with the help of Godric's courage. "Every name is there, and you are just stressing over nothing. You should hand in that list to the Headmaster. I know that he'll be really grateful for your help."

Harry stared into her eyes for a bit, and then, a weak smile graced his face. It worked?

"You really think so?" Harry asked, and Hermione gave his hand a squeeze.

"I really do," Hermione managed to smile despite her shock. "You did a great job, Harry, and he'll commend you on it."

Harry relaxed visibly, and then he nodded to himself.

"I did try my best," Harry said. "We all did."

"Take a shower first, though," Hermione added, and Harry let out a laugh. Wow… This touching stuff really works… Oh my God, the Slytherins are onto something here.

"I'll go do that, then," Harry stood up, and Hermione pulled her hand back. "Thanks, Hermione. You're the best." I am?

With that said, Harry picked up the list and left for his dorm. He looked so assured just then… Hermione slowly looked down at her hand, and then she looked around the common room. I've been doing this all wrong, haven't I? Do I really not show the boys that they're my best friends? Or am I just bad at encouraging them? I need to talk to Ron about this!

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Albus Dumbledore's POV

Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (The Headmaster's Office – Late Evening)

"But you have been lying," Rufus said bluntly, and then his yellow eyes turned towards the Heads of Houses. "You've all been lying. The Albania Inferno, the St. Mungo's fire, the Werewolf massacre in Hungary… All of this death happened because you chose to hide the truth." He's connected the Werewolf massacre to us as well? His eye for detail hasn't dulled over the years. "Now, you can claim that you did this because you wanted to maintain public order, but the truth is that you've caused mayhem from the shadows. Hundreds are already dead, and their Families are left in mourning without any answers."

"Now, that's not exactly fair, Rufus," Kingsley spoke up, he had elected himself to speak on the Order's behalf. "We all know how things would play out if Dumbledore had stepped forward. The Ministry would move to quash his claims, and the disorder from that would empower only the Dark Lord."

Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Gawain Robards had barged into his Office out of the blue, and once Albus had summoned his Heads of Houses, they had started discussing the way forward. Sadly, however, there was ample mistrust between them all.

"Then explain to me why an Auror who I trained personally ended up working behind my back?" Gawain asked Kingsley, who looked quite disappointed in himself. "I took you in, trained you, saved your life countless times, and yet, you never once thought to come to me? Don't you see what's wrong here, Kingsley? Has this old man really skewed your judgment that much?"

"This old man is Albus Dumbledore, and you will show your respect," Filius said.

"Where was his respect for us?" Gawain asked in response, and then he looked to Albus. "We fought side-by-side once, Dumbledore. I took a Curse for you, do you remember? From Dolohov, of all people."

"I remember," Albus replied. He was left unresponsive for days on end.

"We could have saved lives if you hadn't been so secretive," Gawain clenched his jaw, his grey stubble looked pricklier than before. "Two Aurors died in St. Mungo's… If you had just come to us, we would have put more Aurors in that place. There were children in there!"

"Gawain," Amelia said, and the Deputy Head Auror glared murder at Albus.

"How many of your Aurors do you trust?" Severus asked coldly.

"Are you suggesting that my Department is filled with moles, Death Eater?" Rufus asked.

"Severus withstood the Dark Lord for us," Pomona puffed up. "He's a hero!"

"He is filth," Rufus said, his yellow eyes digging into Severus'. "You can polish a turd all you want, but it remains a turd. I've seen him kill with my own eyes. I remember what his mask looked like, and I saw a man with the exact same mask attacking civilians within Diagon Alley."

"Severus was a different man back then," Albus said. "As were you, Rufus."

"I was the exact same man," Rufus said. "The only difference between me now and then was that my right leg still worked. Oh, and I had a wife…" You used to have compassion, Rufus. That is what Astrid loved most about you.

"What happened to Astrid was a tragedy, but it had nothing to do with Severus," Albus said calmly.

"His kind were behind the attack on my house, so as far as I'm concerned, he had everything to do with it," Rufus said. "You may have pulled this murderer out of an Azkaban sentence, Dumbledore, but I assure you, I have an arrest warrant prepared for him already. The Ministry won't be so forgiving a second time."

"He'll never end up in Azkaban," Minerva said. "The Dark Lord's allies would have him turned over to them, and our corrupt Minister would gladly hand him over. Let us stop this childish bickering, and get to the matter at hand. War is coming, and we must join forces."

"She's right," Filius said. "We have a common enemy, and unless we join forces, neither of us can hope to stop him. Even now, he grows in power."

"Amelia?" Albus looked to the witch, who had been oddly quiet this entire time. "Why do you stay silent?"

"Your secrecy has hurt my Department's ability to protect the population," Amelia replied. "The men with me are angered, and until they let that anger out, our alliance won't work."

"I see," Albus nodded in understanding. "Why not bring the others with you, then? I'm sure they have questions for me as well."

"Nymphadora and Jane are on a mission," Amelia replied. "And as of yet, I haven't told anyone else."

"So only six people in the Aurors' Office know of the Dark Lord's return?" Severus asked.

"You are not completely wrong," Amelia started. "I know that some of the younger recruits tend to turn a blind eye when it comes to the Old Families, and they do so because they have orders from higher up the food chain than me. The people who I have told can be trusted completely. This, of course, doesn't include Nymphadora and Kingsley, who clearly trust you more than they trust me."

"Kingsley and Nymphadora trust you, but they also trust themselves," Albus said. "They understand the threat that we all face, and they chose to stand up against it. They are doing what you all taught them to do."

"I didn't teach them to lie to their superior Officers," Gawain said. "How many assignments did you put off, Kingsley? How many times did you actively avoid your duty as you moonlighted as an Order member?"

"As many times as I deemed it necessary," Kingsley replied, his head now held high. "I saw the greater picture, my friend, and I realized that I couldn't help make things better from behind an Auror's desk. For the last nine years, I have done as much good as I could whilst being restricted by all that red tape, but now things are different. The Ministry is corrupt, and we all know it. We even make jokes about it in the Offices, but I can't bring myself to laugh at those jokes anymore. So much is at stake, and if we can't trust our own Government to protect us, then we must arm ourselves. We must fight in any way that we can against the rising darkness."

"On that, we agree," Rufus said, his eyes darting towards Amelia.

"I have decided that I don't want to know who the other Order members are," Amelia told Albus. "I am in a position of power, and the Dark Lord no doubt has his eyes set on me. The less I know about your operation, the better."

"I understand," Albus agreed. "Have you given my proposal any thought?"

"I have, and I agree with you," Amelia replied. "Cornelius is not a competent leader, and if he is put in charge of the war effort, we are all doomed."

"He'll probably sell us out to Lucius Malfoy at the very first opportunity," Rufus grimaced. "I will take up Amelia's post as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, while Gawain will take my current position of Head Auror. Jane will be pulled out of the Hit Wizards, and she'll take on the role of Deputy Head Auror."

"This shuffling of positions will take time, however," Amelia said. "I have a lot of pull within the Ministry, but even still, I will need to grease the right palms."

"Can you give us an estimate of how long it will take?" Minerva asked.

"A month, maybe two," Amelia replied. "I am currently being pressured to do something about the Vampires within Knockturn Alley, and if I fail to get rid of them, everything will be delayed."

"Those Vampires are here to fight for the Dark Lord," Albus said.

"We figured as much," Rufus said.

"Do you know who leads them?" Gawain asked. "Vampires are solitary beings, and they only get together when they find a Den Master worth following."

"His name was Deckard, and he died in our siege of Malfoy Manor," Albus told them.

"Died? Then why are they still here?" Rufus asked.

"During another operation, a Vampire sharing similar traits to Deckard was killed," Albus replied. "We believe that there is another Progeny of Deckard who is now leading this swarm."

"This Deckard… Why are his Progeny able to lead so many without him?" Amelia asked. "Den Master is not a position that can be passed down to the Den Master's Progenies. It must be earned in combat."

"Deckard was a Blood Lord," Albus replied, and even Rufus looked intrigued. "But he was more than that… His eyes proved as much."

"His eyes?" Gawain asked.

"They were orange, and cat-like," Albus replied. "His deceased Progeny shared that trait with him. I think that his strain of the Vampire Curse is mutated in some manner."

"Is that even possible?" Gawain asked.

"Very little is known of Vampire Society," Albus replied. "Whoever Deckard truly was, he was someone high up in that society. It took him less than a month to seize all of Knockturn Alley, and even in death, his followers refuse to leave."

"Well, we're putting together a task force," Rufus started. "Aurors from neighboring countries have been contacted, and so far, not a word of this operation has gotten out. We'll be ready to move on Knockturn Alley soon."

"I will join you," Albus offered his wand. "On the chosen day, I will find myself craving some ice-cream from Diagon Alley."

Rufus gave him a dull look, and then he looked to Amelia.

"How fortunate for my Aurors," Amelia agreed, and Rufus' head suddenly turned to face the door.

"Someone is coming," Rufus said. "A child."

There was a knock on the door, and Albus sensed a very familiar sort of Magic. Bold, sturdy, and willing to reach out to others. Harry.

"Come in, Harry," Albus said, and the door slowly swung open.

Harry stepped inside with a smile, but when he saw that Albus had guests, he adorned a slightly wary look. This should be entertaining.

"Mr. Potter," the Aurors all stood up.

"Hi," Harry greeted them, his eyes darting towards Albus as he hid the parchment in his hand behind his back. Is that the list? I'll check it off against Minerva's just to be safe.

"What brings you here, Mr. Potter?" Amelia asked.

"Professor Dumbledore gave me some homework, and I'm here to deliver it," Harry lied, and Albus' lips quirked upwards. He's quick on his feet.

"Thank you for completing it so quickly, Harry," Albus said, and Harry quietly made his way over to Albus. "I'll have it marked and sent to your room within the hour."

"Does the Headmaster give you homework often, Mr. Potter?" Rufus asked.

"He only does it when I ask for extra help," Harry lied again. "Actually, he does it for other students as well. My friend Hermione is the one who told me about this, and I figured that I'd get extra tutelage from the Greatest Wizard to ever live." Oh my…

Albus took the list from Harry with a smile, while Harry kept his eyes fixed on Rufus'. I should teach him to not look into the eyes of powerful wizards. I'm certain that Harry has no protection against Legilimency.

"We are in a meeting, Potter," Snape spoke up, his eye darting towards Rufus. "Stop lingering, and be on your way."

Harry didn't need to be told twice, and oddly enough, he left without even looking in Snape's direction. Once Harry had shut the door behind him, the Aurors looked towards Albus.

"You are giving him special tutelage?" Amelia asked.

"He is a bright student," Albus replied calmly.

"He is also the Boy-Who-Lived," Rufus said. "Are you training him for the Order?"

"He should join the Ministry," Gawain said. "If he's a part of the Aurors, we'll have people lining up to join the fight."

"Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat," Minerva frowned deeply. "You will not dangle him about to entertain the masses. If he wishes to join the Aurors' Department at some point in his life, it will be because he chooses to."

"If he shows support for Madam Bones' campaign, he will no doubt sway many voters," Kingsley pointed out. "He doesn't have to join the Ministry, but his support would be most welcome."

"When the time comes, I'll let Harry decide who he wishes to support," Albus said. "Now, if there is nothing more to discuss, I'd like to get back to my duties." I need to make sure that they don't approach Harry behind my back. He is still young, and if they turn him into their poster boy, they'll endanger him further.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Wednesday 6th January, 1994 (The Great Hall – Dinner)

"What about this one?" Ron pointed to a pair of particularly short shorts, and Daphne gave him a dull look.

"My bum will be spilling out of those," she whispered, and Ron smiled at the thought. Yes… She should definitely buy-

Daphne smacked his arm, and Ron quickly rubbed the sore spot.

"You can't hit me, I'm sick," Ron 'gasped'.

"You are definitely sick," Daphne huffed as she went back to the catalogue. "I like these ones."

"What? Those cover your entire legs," Ron looked at the odd skin-tight pants. "What are those, anyway?"

"Sports leggings," Daphne read. "It says here that Muggles wear these for sports related reasons. The material is soft, so I won't get chafed, and if I buy this particular pair, they'll add in a 'crop top' made from the same material."

"You're fine with wearing Muggle stuff?" Ron asked.

"If it keeps my bum from spilling out, yes," Daphne replied. "I'm definitely getting these." Aw…

"Just get the shorts as a backup, then," Ron tried.

"Fine, but I'll only wear them if you get some too," Daphne smirked.

"Done," Ron agreed shamelessly, and Daphne gaped at him.

"Ron, your scars…" Daphne whispered.

"Oh…" Ron remembered. "Damn it."

"Let's look at some shoes now," Daphne said as she began turning the pages. "I want some just like yours so we can wear a matching set."

"I actually need new ones," Ron said. "My current pair is 'run down'." HA! I'm hilarious!

Daphne giggled at his joke, while Blaise and Theo gave him dull looks.

"What? That was funny," Ron noticed their stares.

"No, it was not," Tracey broke away from her conversation with Millie and Pansy.

"I thought it was funny," Daphne nudged him, and Ron smirked at his mates. "Let's look for a pair that we both like-"

The school bell went off, signaling the end of dinner. Daphne quickly packed up her catalogues with Ron's help, and then they all began following the herd towards the exit. As they reached the Entrance Hall, Ron spotted Hermione waiting around by the stairs.

"Ron!" she waved at him, and Ron waved back. She looks… excited? I wonder what this is about.

"Hello, Hermione," Ron greeted as they made their way over to her. "Where are Neville and Harry?"

"Oh, they went on ahead," Hermione said quickly. "Can I talk to you? Please? It's important."

"Sure," Ron agreed.

"We'll be in the common room," Daphne whispered. "By the fireplace, to be specific." Really? None of them are making a fuss about me talking to a Gryffindor?

One by one, Ron's friends left towards the Dungeons, and when Ron and Hermione were the only ones left, she gestured him to follow her.

"So? What's happened?" Ron asked as they made their way towards the first floor. "Also, why aren't we going to the Courtyard? That's our usual spot."

"It's freezing out there," Hermione replied. "I'd rather stay in the castle, thank you."

"Fair enough," Ron shrugged. "Is everything all right, Hermione? You're walking really fast."

"I tried being handsy with Harry, and it worked!" Hermione shot him a wide smile, and Ron blinked at her.

"You got handsy with Harry?" Ron fought off his amusement. "Did he thank you afterwards? I reckon that's the polite way to-"

"Ew, Ron," Hermione grimaced. "He's like my little brother! Ew!"

"You're the one who said it," Ron sniggered. "All right, we're all alone in this hallway. Now, tell me what you actually meant."

"Okay, hear me out," Hermione started, her disgust at his comment forgotten. "Harry was having trouble with some homework, and he was just stressing himself out over it. He does that sometimes, and only Neville ever gets him to stop. I've tried, of course, but he doesn't really listen to me like he listens to Neville." Merlin, she can speak really fast. "But today, Neville was volunteering at the Greenhouses, and I was the only person around who could help Harry." Does this homework have something to do with a certain list?

"Go on," Ron said.

"Well, he was really bothered, and I thought back to our conversation in the Potions Lab," Hermione said. "I don't know what possessed me, but I reached over and took his hand. He was a little surprised, but after I said some reassuring things, he actually felt a lot better. He stopped stressing, and he actually listened to my advice. And here's the crazy part! I said the exact same things to him before, and he didn't listen then, but when I took his hand and said them again, he believed me! Isn't that fascinating?"

"A girl held his hand and said nice things to him," Ron rubbed his chin. "I wonder why he listened?"

"Smugness doesn't suit you, Ronald," Hermione said, though she looked quite entertained. "But yes… You were right. Maybe there's a reason why the girls in your group keep touching you."

"I like to think that it's because of my physique," Ron smirked.

Hermione looked him up and down, but she didn't say anything.

"Hermione?" Ron called.

"Right," Hermione shook her head clear. "I was hoping to get more advice from you. Do you have any other tips to share?"

"That depends…" Ron hummed. "Did you complete your homework? Holding Harry's hand doesn't really count."

"What?! Of course it does!" Hermione said. "I made him feel better about things! That counts!"

"And Neville?" Ron teased. "Poor lad… You didn't get handsy with him."

"I'll help him when he feels upset," Hermione said.

"He doesn't need to be upset for you to show him that you're his friend, Hermione," Ron said. "My friends don't wait around for me to be upset before they do nice things for me. They just do them."

"Oh," Hermione nodded slowly. Now I know why she only has two friends in Gryffindor. She's treating this as some sort of job.

"Being someone's friend isn't a job," Ron said. "You should just be their friend all the time, Hermione. And no, that doesn't mean that you have to get handsy with them all the time. Knowing Harry and Neville, they'd get uncomfortable with such behavior. Hell, I used hate it when the girls would put their hands on me. It took over a year for me to get used to it. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't be afraid to give them some affection every now and then."

"It's different in Gryffindor," Hermione sighed out. "If people saw Harry being upset, they'd tell him to 'man up'. It's all very… macho… What's it like in Slytherin?"

"Well, no one has told me to man up before," Ron started. If they did, I'd probably hurl them into a wall. "In Slytherin, everything is more out in the open, I guess… Everyone gets a fair chance if they use their brains, and whenever you achieve something of note, people take notice. The only problem is that we're all constantly trying to outshine each other, so you end up making enemies if you shine too much. I think that's why my friends and me are so close, you know? We've had to put up with a lot of shit from other people." Especially the students who hate my Blood-Traitor Status.

"Did being friends with us make things worse for you?" Hermione asked slowly. Shit, what do I say to that?

"Yes," Ron told the truth, and Hermione looked a little guilty. "Slytherins can be cunts sometimes, Hermione-"

"Ron! Don't say that word!" Hermione looked horrified.

"Sorry," Ron cleared his throat. "I think every House has its issues. Like you said, Gryffindor seems to be very 'macho' because you all favor acts of bravery and chivalry. Anyone who isn't constantly being brave is told to 'man up'. In Slytherin, if someone isn't using their brain, they're all but ignored in the House. Not to mention inner House politics…"

"Your House has politics?" Hermione asked.

"Most students in Slytherin were raised as nobles, Hermione," Ron explained. "They tend to behave like nobles do… A lot of backstabbing, and everyone is always scheming to get ahead. It can be exhausting for sure."

"I really want to write a report on the Houses now," Hermione said seriously, and Ron couldn't help but laugh. She's so damn study-oriented. It's kind of adorable. "What? I think a report like that could help improve House Unity."

"Well, you can use the study group for your research," Ron said. "Students from each House are there, and you can just ask them all the questions that you want."

"If I get some spare time, I'll look into it," Hermione made a mental note. "Do you have any more advice for me?"

"Just be you, but don't be afraid of stepping out of your comfort zone," Ron replied. "My friends actually taught me that life lesson."

"They did?" Hermione asked.

"I was a rather stubborn individual when I first came to Hogwarts," Ron remembered. "I didn't want to eat with manners, I didn't want to learn the basics of Pure-Blood traditions, I didn't want to learn how to bow properly, and I didn't even like trying different foods. All I wanted was Shepard's Pie every single day. My friends helped me learn new things, and over time, I realized that they had helped me improve myself. That being said, I've taught them a thing or two as well."

"Like?" Hermione asked.

"No one said a word when you asked to talk to me alone," Ron said, and Hermione went a little wide-eyed.

"You're right," Hermione whispered. "Even Greengrass didn't give me any threatening looks."

"See?" Ron asked. "Don't be afraid of testing out new things, Hermione. It might help you make even more friends within Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded to herself, and then she gave him a rather odd look.

"Are… Are we friends again, Ron?" Hermione asked weakly, and Ron tensed a little. Merlin, she looks so tiny now, and I can't help but compare her to Ginny. They both look down at the floor and shrink in size whenever they're sorry about something.

Ron definitely still held a grudge against the Trio, but he had looked past it for the Greater Good. He knew that he was being petty, but whenever he thought about how they had treated him with mistrust and betrayal, he still felt the urge to exact his vengeance.

"I'm trying to get over it," Ron kept his composure. "I'm not saying that I'm blameless, but you three… You turned the whole school against me. You hurt my friends, and even planned to drug and kidnap Daphne. And then there was the whole brain damage fiasco… Every time I tried to move past a slight, you found another way to make me upset."

"So we're not friends…" Hermione murmured, and Ron felt guilt knock the wind out of him. Just tell her what she wants to hear, Ron. No, don't… That'd only give her false hope. Fuck, what do I say? Should I just walk away?

"I'd like to be friends again," Ron gave her an awkward pat on the arm. "Let's just try to avoid fighting each other in the future, yeah?"

"I can do that," Hermione agreed. "I… Thanks, Ron… I think I'll head up to Gryffindor Tower now."

"Good night," Ron said.

"Good night," Hermione repeated, and then she was gone.

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Thursday 7th January, 1994 (The Seventh Floor – After Classes)

"Are you sure that she's meeting us here?" Daphne asked.

"That's what she told me at lunch," Ron replied. "Are you sure that you want to come with me, Daph? This is not going to be a happy affair."

"Which is why I want to come with you," Daphne explained. "I don't want to sound rude, but your parents tend to think with their emotions, and you might need me to take your side on things."

"What things?" Ron asked out of curiosity.

"What if they want to pull you out of school?" Daphne asked, he could hear her opinion on the matter just from her tone. "Or what if they ask you to put an end to your extracurricular activities? You need someone to stand by you, Ron, especially because you tend to give into your emotions when you get cornered."

"Where would I be without you?" Ron sighed out.

"Do you really want to think about such a dreadful existence?" Daphne smirked. No, I most definitely do not.

"What if you agree with something that my parents say, but I don't?" Ron asked.

"Then I'll take your side in public, but when we come back, I'll give you an earful," Daphne replied all too easily. She's been worrying herself over this. All of her answers were already at the tip of her tongue. "You're staring at me, Ron."

"Can you blame me?" Ron asked with a smile, and Daphne returned it genuinely.

"You're not so hard on the eyes yourself," Daphne said.

"Really? I think my nose is too big," Ron chuckled. "Sometimes, I worry that I'll poke your eye out one day."

"I love this nose," Daphne bopped the tip of his nose with her index finger.

"And the freckles?" Ron asked, and she traced his freckles with the same finger.

"I love them too," Daphne replied.

"Ah, there you are," came Madam Pomfrey's voice, and Daphne quickly pulled her hand back to her side. "Miss. Greengrass? What are you doing here?"

"She's my emotionally stable half," Ron joked, which earned him an odd look from Pomfrey.

"You seem to be doing better, Ron," Madam Pomfrey noted. "Your mood has improved dramatically considering what we've learned."

"There is no point in crying over spilled milk," Ron shrugged. "I know how much time I have now, and I'm going to make the most of it." Plus, I'm looking forward to my eternal nap, truth be told. I'm honestly just done with pretty much everything in my shitty life.

Madam Pomfrey and Daphne exchanged slow looks, and Ron decided to give the Stone Gargoyle its password. Once it had slid aside, Ron led the way up to Dumbledore's Office. Ron knocked firmly on the door, but he made sure to keep his strength in check. I'd rather not scare Fawkes.

"Come in, Ronald," came Dumbledore voice, and Ron entered the Office.

"Hello, Headmaster," Ron greeted the old wizard, who was currently feeding Fawkes some treats.

"Headmaster, I need to accompany Ron and Daphne to the Burrow," Madam Pomfrey said matter-of-factly, and Dumbledore looked to them with his usual smile. "I sent an owl to his Family on Tuesday, and they are expecting us." She sent an owl? Shit, they'll be there, then.

"Are they expecting you, Lady Greengrass?" Dumbledore asked, and Daphne stood up straighter.

"No, Headmaster, but I would like to stay by Ron's side for this," Daphne replied.

"Young love," Dumbledore hummed, his eyes looking towards Ron. Really? I'm dying here, and you're taking the piss?

"Please don't take the piss," Ron said, and Daphne looked utterly shocked.

"I merely tease, my boy," Dumbledore chuckled. "Poppy, feel free to use my fireplace, of course."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Madam Pomfrey walked over and began preparing the floo, while Dumbledore went back to feeding Fawkes.

"Take the piss?" Daphne whispered to Ron. "Ron… Where's your respect? That's the Headmaster himself."

"I must have dropped it in the toilet after the colossal shit I took after lunch," Ron shrugged, making sure that Dumbledore heard him.

The old man stifled a laugh, much to Ron's amusement. I can't believe this, but Dumbledore loves foul humor. This is a great discovery! Ron then looked to Daphne, and unsurprisingly, she was looking at him with disgust. Ron gave her his grin, but she just walked over to Pomfrey without another word. Ron followed after her, but as he neared the activated floo, he schooled his features. Enough jokes, Ron… Time to be serious.

"You two go through first," Madam Pomfrey instructed.

Ron drew in a deep breath, and once he felt calmness wash over him, he walked through the fireplace alongside Daphne. The Living Room was empty, much to Ron's surprise, but he could hear the adults talking to each other in the Kitchen. I didn't expect to be home so soon after the Break. A tight knot was building in his stomach, and Ron knew the reason behind it. He didn't really care that he had less time left, but he cared about the fact that his Family was going to suffer because of his diagnosis. In some fucked up way, Ron felt like he had let everyone down by getting worse.

"Ron? Are you coming?" Daphne gently pulled at his sleeve, and Ron broke out of his thoughts.

"Of course," Ron cleared his mind, and then he followed her into the Kitchen.

Sirius, Lord and Lady Greengrass, Mr. and Mrs. Davis, Xeno and Pandora, and his mother and father were currently sitting at the table, all of them focused on their own conversations. It's not too late to turn back, Ron. You can spare them a lot of pain by just bearing this by yourself. Ron pushed his doubts away without hesitation; he knew that he was trying to talk himself out of providing important information.

"Hello," Ron spoke up, deciding to take away his own option of backing out.

They all immediately looked to the new voice in the room, and when they saw Daphne and Ron, their mouths closed shut. Madam Pomfrey stepped into the room from behind Ron and Daphne, and Ron saw his parents' expressions weaken. Yeah, they're not stupid. They know why they're here.

"Where are Bill, Charlie, and Kirsten?" Ron asked.

"Bill's working late," his father replied, though his eyes never left Pomfrey. "Charlie and Kirsten are staying the night at the British Reserve…"

"Why don't you two sit down with your parents?" Madam Pomfrey suggested, but Ron and Daphne sat down together at the end of the table.

He felt her bump her foot against his, and he figured that she was trying to show him that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Is it bad?" Molly's voice cracked, and Ron felt a sharp pang of guilt. She's already struggling to speak.

"It's bad," Madam Pomfrey walked over and stood behind Ron and Daphne.

Even Mr. and Mrs. Davis looked like they were at the edge of their seats, which was odd because he didn't really know them all that well. Sure, their daughter was a huge part of his life, but he barely ever gave them a passing thought. Maybe it's an adult thing? To worry over a child's health? Or maybe it's a human thing? I mean, I fretted over Priscilla's friends when I saw the shape that they were in, and I hardly know their names.

"How bad? Just tell us," Sirius said impatiently.

Madam Pomfrey Conjured up Ron's scan, and with a wave of her wand, she sent it to the middle of the table. Every head on the table moved to look at it, and when Molly let out a broken sound, Ron physically winced. The knot in his stomach tightened, and Ron struggled to sit still.

"Oh, fuck…" Sirius went a little pale.

Ron looked towards Pandora, and the look on her face made him want to run away. The sharpness of her gaze was completely gone, and she looked like she had just given up on her own life. She looked… gone…

"How…?" Arthur choked a little. "How is this possible…? There's so much damage…"

Lord Greengrass picked up the scan and began staring at it, his brow furrowed.

"Two new spots, and the old ones are larger than before," Lord Greengrass said, his voice barely a whisper, and yet, they all heard him.

"What does this mean for Ron?" Xeno asked, and Ron knew that Xeno already knew the answer to his own question.

"He has less time left," Madam Pomfrey replied, and Molly hid her face behind her hands. "I'd estimate two years, but from what I've seen so far, it could be less. His Chronic Stress is making it impossible for me to make any sort of predictions." My Chronic Stress? More like a cunt demon.

"Susana, haven't you heard back from your Muggle Healers yet?" Mary asked.

"I'm sorry," Susana replied. "I left them all messages, but the Yule Break only just ended. As soon as I hear something from them, I'll tell you." I don't think Muggle Healers can fix this.

"How will it happen?" Pandora all but whispered, her dull gaze fixed on Ron. "Will he just…?" she trailed off.

"There will be a gradual loss of brain functions," Madam Pomfrey explained, and Ron felt Daphne take his hand under the table. "Progressive loss of memories and other thinking skills. Issues with motor skills that could result in tremors, rigidness, and unresponsive limbs. Eventually, he'll stop responding to the outside World and go into a vegetative state-"

"What's that?" Arthur asked, his face had lost all of its blood.

"He'll be awake, but he won't have any awareness of what's going on around him," Madam Pomfrey replied. "This is, of course, not a certainty. He could instead fall into a coma-"

"Another coma?" Lord Greengrass put the scan down, and then he rubbed his forehead. "Gods… Is there really no cure? Not even in the lesser known parts of the Wizarding World?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Madam Pomfrey replied.

"How will it end?" Pandora asked. "Will… Will he be in pain?" That's a good question.

"Brain death will cause no pain," Madam Pomfrey replied, and Molly let out a sob from behind her hands. "He'll need to be kept alive through Potions and other Magical means, but at that point, he'll never recover."

"So he'll be like a husk?" Sirius's eyes were getting red. "Like a Dementor's victim?"

"A husk's bodily functions still work," Madam Pomfrey replied. "Ron's organs will only work if we keep them alive, but the moment we stop keeping him alive, his body will shut down. Brain death is the final stage, and there's no coming back from it."

Ron heard a meek sob from Daphne, and when he looked to her, she pulled her hand away from his and buried her face in her hands. Oh, no…

"I'm sorry…" Daphne started crying in earnest, and Ron honestly couldn't blame her. Even I don't like the sound of 'brain death'…

"It's okay," Ron said as he put a hand on her back, while Mary quickly moved closer to console her daughter.

"Shhh, sweetheart," Mary spoke softly. "You have to be strong right now-"

"No, you don't," Ron knew that Daphne had reached her limit. "Come here, Daph…"

She shifted away from Mary, and Ron put his arm around her as he moved his head closer to hers, effectively blocking out the rest of the World.

"I just… need a second…" Daphne hiccupped.

"Take all the time you need," Ron whispered. "You don't have to hold anything in, Daphne."

"Why don't you two go into the Living Room?" Madam Pomfrey suggested. "I need to explain the different symptoms of Ron's worsening condition to everyone." Yeah, Daphne can't hear that shit right now.

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Thursday 7th January, 1994 (The Burrow – Evening)

Madam Pomfrey was still speaking to the adults in the Kitchen, and from what Ron could hear, it wasn't going well. His mother and Pandora were crying, Sirius had tried to start an argument with Madam Pomfrey at one point, and now the only adult who was speaking besides Madam Pomfrey was Lord Greengrass. He keeps asking her for different treatment methods, but we all know that there is nothing out there.

Ron felt Daphne's head shift in his lap, and he looked down at her sleeping face. She had tried to regain her composure for his sake, but after he had sat her down on the couch, she had lost all control over herself. He didn't mind comforting her, of course, and that was partly because it gave him something to do. She had apologized over and over again, and Ron had told her that he understood why she was crying over and over again. Eventually, she had exhausted herself to the point of falling asleep on his shoulder, and Ron had carefully shifted her head into his lap. She looks so peaceful, despite her eyes and nose being so puffy.

Ron ran his left hand through her hair again, and her breathing became heavier. As terrible as all of this was, it felt nice to be the comforting shoulder for once. He knew that she had tried to stay as strong as possible, even after they had sat down and talked it all out at the shores of the Black Lake, but he also understood that Daphne hadn't really faced death before. It was a real shame that she had found herself in such a situation, and try as he might, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"How is she?" came Mary's voice from the door, and Ron looked to see her giving him a weak smile. Agitated eyes… Merlin, she cried as well?

"She started getting better, but then she fell asleep," Ron whispered, his hand massaging Daphne's scalp.

"And how are you?" Mary walked over and sat down on the chair to his right.

"I'm… managing…" Ron replied. "I'm mostly just worried about all of you."

"I see," Mary said softly. "Are you not afraid, Ron?"

"I am, but not for myself," Ron admitted, and Mary waited for him to go on. "I don't want to die before the war ends."

"The war?" Mary blinked.

"My friends and Family still need me," Ron explained. "Priscilla and her friends need me. The Werewolf community needs me. There are people, like Xeno, who are depending on the success of my business. I have so much work to do, and now I have even less time to do it in. When I think about all of this, that's when I feel scared."

"Maybe lessening your burdens will give you more time?" Mary suggested.

"I want to leave behind something of note, Mary," Ron replied. "I'm dead either way… I can either die within a few years having accomplished nothing, or I can die in the next two years having made the World a better place than I found it."

Mary said nothing to that, but the light smile on her face helped Ron feel a little more confident in his choice.

"How are mum and dad?" Ron asked. "And Pandora? How is she?"

"Your mother and father went up to their room," Mary replied. "Your mother… She's not taking this well…"

"Damn," Ron rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. "I feel like I've ruined her entire life with this mess…"

"No one blames you, Ron," Mary said. "We all know how you got your brain injury, and we blame the bastard who's responsible for it." She swore?!

"Where's Pandora?" Ron asked.

"Xenophilius took her outside," Mary replied. "She's reaching the end of her pregnancy, and we need to limit her stress as much as possible. She… She's stopped talking…"

"Yeah, she does that when she's upset," Ron remembered. "Luna and I broke her favorite vase once, and even though Pandora fixed it with a wave of her wand, she didn't speak for the whole day." Merlin, that was a really awkward day. "Mary, why aren't you with the other adults?"

"I wanted to check up on you two," Mary replied.

"And?"

Mary gave Ron a resigned smile, and then she looked towards Daphne's sleeping form.

"Have you two discussed what this news means for your relationship?" Mary asked, and Ron tensed a little. Shit, it's that conversation… Guess I have to do this alone.

"We have," Ron replied. "We've decided to keep dating."

"And you both made this choice?" Mary asked.

"I wouldn't force her into dating me," Ron felt his temper spike for a moment.

"I meant it the other way around, Ron," Mary said, and Ron lost his steam. Huh? "I know my daughter, and I know that once she sets her mind to something, she'll do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. When she was little, she'd break things around the house, and then order the Elves to fix them."

"Why?"

"So she could prove to us that she could run the Manor," Mary replied, and Ron's lips twitched upwards. I can imagine a tiny Daphne knocking things over, and then grinning to herself when she pulled off her schemes. "Whenever we told her that she would be the Lady of the Manor before long, she'd puff herself up and walk around with her head held high" Mary then drew in a deep breath. "I'm scared that she's in over her head. I'm scared that she doesn't fully understand how serious this all is, and that she's trying to prove something to you. To everyone."

"I thought the same thing," Ron said. "Until yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Mary asked.

"She said that if I wanted to break up with her, she'd accept it," Ron replied, and Mary tilted her head a little. "She reminded me that she was my friend long before she became my girlfriend, and that even if I broke up with her, she wasn't going anywhere. She, and my other friends, were going to stay by my side for the whole thing. She meant every word, I could tell."

Mary smiled a little more fully, and then she reached over and lightly patted Daphne's hair.

"It's frightening how quickly children grow up," Mary said to herself.

"Daphne's more mature than most," Ron remarked.

"In some aspects, yes," Mary said. "I know that you two were sneaking around even as far back as Paris."

Ron's soul departed from his body, and he fought the urge to keel over on the spot. Lie, Ron! Lie through your fucking teeth!

"Wh… What?" Ron muttered stupidly, but Mary just gave him a knowing smile.

"Trust me, Ron, we parents know our children in a way that would frighten you," Mary chuckled faintly. "I saw you two linger in the back so you could whisper to each other. I saw her trying to hold your hand, while you shot worried looks at my husband. I even walked into a locked door once, which was particularly odd because Daphne never locks her doors. And then there was the fact that you gave her your coat despite feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. The smile on her face gave away her feelings for you, and your act gave away your feelings for her. Small things like that add up, and they paint a very clear picture."

Ron just stared at Mary, and he desperately wished that Daphne would wake up and say something. She's more skilled in this sort of thing… I just want to start ignoring Mary.

"It's all right, Ron," Mary smiled. "I never said anything to anyone, and even now, I'll keep my silence."

"Why?"

"Because I understand that love is a mysterious thing," Mary replied, and Ron blinked at her. "I wasn't supposed to marry my husband. Everyone told me not to, including my own parents. The whole World gave me signs of Sebastian's shortcomings, but in my eyes, he was perfect. I didn't care that a Great War was being fought in England. I didn't care that Sebastian was being approached by the Death-Eaters. All I cared about was staying by his side through thick and thin. And after the war ended, Sebastian stayed by my side while I recovered from my imprisonment. Those were hard years, Ron, but we never left each other's side."

"So you understand our decision?" Ron asked.

"I do, and I support it," Mary replied, and Ron felt genuinely relieved.

"What about Lord Greengrass?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"When he and Sirius stop interrogating Poppy, I'll talk to him," Mary replied. "He just wants to protect you both, but he struggles to let his emotions out. I swear, if Daphne had decided to date any other boy, Sebastian would have locked her away." Mary then looked towards the Kitchen entrance. "Don't tell him that I told you this, but when you first asked him for Daphne's hand in dating, he smiled all the way through dinner."

"Really?" Ron was quite surprised. "Are you sure? I remember death threats…"

"Once you were gone, he dropped the 'dangerous father' act," Mary told him. "I know that you two are currently at odds about the Old Ways, but he loves you, Ron. In many ways, you've shown him the pride of having a son."

"It's not just our disagreement on the Old Ways," Ron said, he felt a little flushed by her words.

"He doesn't believe the fact that you've been preparing for the war because of what happened to you," Mary said. Does he tell her everything? "Whatever reasons you have for being the way you are, Sebastian still loves you. That won't change, Ron. I promise."

Madam Pomfrey suddenly walked into the Kitchen, and both Ron and Mary looked towards her. Behind her were Lord Greengrass and Sirius, both of them looked quite frustrated.

"I will be heading back to Hogwarts now, Ron," Madam Pomfrey said. "You can stay here for a little longer, but I expect to see you and Miss. Greengrass at dinner."

"Understood," Ron said, and Madam Pomfrey used the fireplace to floo back to Hogwarts.

"Where do we start looking?" Sirius asked Lord Greengrass.

"Looking for what?" Ron asked.

"Someone who is willing to help you," Sirius frowned at the fireplace.

"Madam Pomfrey has done nothing but help me," Ron pointed out.

"Really? Because she keeps telling us that there's nothing to be done at this point," Sirius all but snarled.

"Maybe she keeps saying that because there is nothing to be done," Ron said, and both Lord Greengrass and Sirius just stared at him. "Her job is to help me, not peddle false hopes."

"There has to be someone out there, kid," Sirius said, while Lord Greengrass looked to Daphne. "You can't lose hope just yet." Lose hope? I plan to speed up my schedule and work even harder than before. Hope isn't going to do shit for me.

"All right," Ron said, decided to not fight needlessly. "Are mum and dad still in their room? I should go and talk to them."

"Before you do that," Lord Greengrass started. "I want to talk to you about your relationship-"

"Ron and I have already discussed that," Mary cut in. "I'll fill you in, while Ron goes and speaks to his grieving parents."

Ron looked between Lord and Lady Greengrass, and when Lord Greengrass gave Mary a nod, Ron carefully slipped away from Daphne's head. Once he had replaced his lap with a cushion, Ron wasted no time in leaving the room. I've had enough awkward conversations for one day. As Ron entered the Kitchen, he found Mr. and Mrs. Davis speaking in hushed whispers. The both shot Ron sorry looks, and Ron gave them a little wave before he headed upstairs.

He was certainly anxious about speaking with his parents, mostly because he knew that his mother was going to cry the entire time. Once he was at their door, Ron tried to listen in on what was going on behind the door. He could hear his father whispering, and occasionally, his mother let out a whimpering cry. Look at what you've done, Ron. Great going, you cunt. Ron drew in a deep breath, and then he knocked on their door. He heard feet shuffling, and then his father opened the door.

"Hello," Ron greeted, and Arthur pulled him into a tight hug.

"Everything's going to be all right, son," Arthur's voice cracked.

"Is that Ronnie?" Molly sniffled from the bed, and Arthur pulled Ron into the room before sealing it.

"Hello, mum," Ron walked up to her, she was sitting on the edge of her bed.

As soon as he sat down, his mother clung to his side before letting out a heart-wrenching sob. At this point, Ron was feeling worse for his parents than he was for himself. Not knowing what else to say to the crying woman, Ron decided to put his arm around her shoulders. She clung tightly to him, while his father sat down on his other side.

None of them said anything, but for the next hour, his parents didn't let him go. They just sat there, holding him as if he were going to vanish if they didn't pay enough attention.

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Draco Malfoy's POV

Thursday 7th January, 1994 (The Dungeons – Evening)

Draco knocked on the door, and he waited for his Godfather to respond. A small part of him wanted to barge in simply to spite the man, but he knew better than to challenge Severus Snape. Draco had been back at Hogwarts for almost a week now, and yet, his Godfather hadn't approached him even once. But now, out of the blue, he wants to talk?

"Come in," came Snape's voice, and Draco schooled his features before he stepped into Potions Lab.

Snape was sitting behind his desk, his eye fixed on his work. Draco shut the door, and then he walked over and sat down across from Snape. Snape kept marking the papers, and Draco watched silently. Still ignoring me?

"You wanted to see me?" Draco asked, somehow managing to keep his tone civil.

"I did," Snape finally looked up. "How was your Break? Did the Weasleys mistreat you in any way?"

"They didn't," Draco replied truthfully. As much as I hate to admit it, most of them went out of their way to make me feel welcome.

"Good," Snape leaned back in his chair. "And what about the Tonks Family?"

"Oh, so you know about me staying with them?" Draco asked, and Snape just stared at him. Fuck it! I shouldn't have to be polite if he can't even send a single letter! "I figured that you had no idea about my living situation considering that you didn't send me a single owl."

"I was in recovery," Snape stated calmly. "I am still struggling to write with my prosthetic hand."

Draco felt a pang of guilt, but he quickly pushed it down.

"It's been four days since we've been back," Draco said petulantly.

"I have been readjusting to life after what happened to me," Snape said. "I wanted to get my head on straight before I spoke with you." Damn you, and your well thought out logic!

"You had no issue seeing Weasley on Tuesday," Draco remarked. "Another detention?"

"You are behaving like a child, Draco," Snape said, his voice becoming cold. "I am seeing you now, am I not?"

"You told me that I could live with you in Spinner's End," Draco said. "And then, without even warning me, you shipped me off to the Burrow."

"I underestimated my injuries," Snape explained. "I tried my best to recover in time, but I couldn't do it. I didn't want to 'ship you off to the Burrow', but I am glad that I did. They took you in, fed you, sheltered you, and even gave you gifts. If I had dragged you along with me to Spinner's End, you'd have spent the Break all by your lonesome."

Draco lost most of his steam at that, while Snape kept his eye fixed on Draco.

"How's my mother?" Draco tried to change the subject. "Is she still living inside a filthy attic?"

"Black had the attic fixed up for her," Snape replied. "She wears clean clothes, she eats three meals a day, and she sleeps in a comfortable bed. Your mother wants for nothing, which can't be said for the people she kept prisoner in her Dungeons during the Great War."

Draco flinched a bit, but Snape looked utterly undeterred.

"That was the Dark Lord's doing," Draco shifted in his seat. "And my father's… My mother isn't a Death-Eater."

"No, she's not," Snape said. "But she attended all the meetings, ignored the horrors being inflicted on people in her own house, and openly supported the Dark Lord's every decision."

"She was scared of him-"

"We were all scared of him," Snape cut in. "Andromeda Tonks was scared of him as well. Your mother chose her path, and she chose it without hesitation. Believe me, Draco; she's quite fortunate that her captors value all life… If they were even remotely as cold as her, she'd be dead by now."

"I want her freed," Draco said. "I don't care about what she did… She's my mother, and I want her freed."

"And why would the Order release her?" Snape asked. "What would they gain from setting her free?"

"Me," Draco said, and Snape's eye twitched.

"Don't be stupid," Snape whispered icily.

"I'll join Dumbledore's Order, and pledge my wand," Draco said firmly. "My condition is that she be set free."

"You are thinking with your heart again," Snape said.

"What else am I supposed to do?!" Draco snapped. "You're completely useless! You keep judging me, but you never provide me with any suggestions! I don't have anything left! All I can offer for her freedom is myself!"

"Even if you offer your wand, Albus will refuse your demands," Snape said calmly. "She has seen the faces of her captors, and so she cannot be set free."

"They could Obliviate her," Draco said.

"And then what?" Snape asked in response. "She goes back to Lucius, and the Order loses an important asset."

"Asset?" Draco hissed. "That's my mother!"

"And we are fighting a war," Snape said. "Every single advantage must be utilized, or we will lose."

"You're her friend-"

"And your father was my friend, until he sacrificed me to save her life," Snape said bluntly. "Grow up, Draco. The Dark Lord doesn't care about 'friendship', or familial bonds. He cares about crushing his enemies, and we can't afford to make mistakes. Your father is one of his most powerful allies, and as long as we have Narcissa, your father won't dare move against us. You can pledge your wand to the Order, but Albus won't let you fight. You're a child."

"You've all ruined my life!" Draco shot out of his seat. "I was happy! Content! And then you bastards took everything from me! The Order! Dumbledore! You! Weasley! All of you bastards!"

"You are regressing," Snape said calmly. "Sit down, Draco."

He clenched his fists until they turned white; his eyes were starting to sting once again. Everything was fucking hopeless, and Draco was sick of it! He had zero control over his own life, and now, he couldn't even ask his Godfather for help. He's content to keep her locked away in a fucking attic for the rest of her life!

"Draco, please," Snape said, a hint of worry in his voice for a change.

Draco rubbed his eyes clear with his forearm, and then he dropped onto the seat. A familiar sense of defeat washed over him, and he felt the urge to curl up into a ball.

"At least give her a room," Draco choked out. "I'll do anything… Please…"

"I will speak to Albus on your behalf," Snape said, and Draco looked up with a hopeful look.

"You will?"

"I will," Snape promised. "But only if you promise me that you won't do something as stupid as pledge your wand without a second thought."

"Stupid?" Draco rubbed his eyes again. "Isn't that what you want? Isn't that why you keep telling me that my mother and father are on the wrong side?"

"I want to keep you safe," Snape said, and Draco just stared at him. "I don't want you to fight in a war, Draco. You are a child, and no child should be forced to fight in a war. I don't want to see you be branded, and that includes being forced into working for the Order. Your mother and father chose their paths, and you need to do the same. If you want to go live with your father, I'll send you to him myself. Is that what you want?"

"No…" Draco replied, he could still picture the Dark Lord hunting him and Weasley down in the Forbidden Forest.

"I know you feel powerless," Snape said. "I know that you hate seeing your mother being treated as a prisoner. I know, Draco… But at the end of the day, what's happening in your life is the result of something beyond your control. Lucius and Narcissa no doubt want to keep you away from their Master, but the Dark Lord won't care about their wants. He'll brand you, just as he branded me, and then one day, you'll find yourself facing off against someone like Mad-Eye Moody. At least under the Order's protection, you get the chance to create your own identity."

"So no one will ask me to fight for the Order?" Draco asked.

"Not while I'm alive," Snape replied. "If you do choose to fight one day, then it'll be because you decided to join all on your own. I promise."

Draco rubbed his face; he could feel a headache coming on.

"I promise that I won't pledge my wand stupidly," Draco promised. "Now, please… Don't let her sleep in an attic… Whatever she may have done, she's still my mother… Please."

Snape felt the urge to tell Draco to hold himself together, but seeing his Godson all but beg him kept Snape's mouth shut. After a few moments of silence, Snape decided to be gentle for a change.

"I will speak to Albus right now," Snape stood up. "Go back to the common room. We will speak later."

"If he agrees, will you tell me?" Draco stood up in a hurry. "You don't even have to call me in… Just give me a nod during dinner…"

"I will give you a nod…" Snape agreed, his own stomach twisting a little due to seeing his Godson like this.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Thursday 7th January, 1994 (The Burrow – Nearly Dinnertime)

Much to Ron's surprise, his parents hadn't tried to pull him out of school. They hadn't even asked him to slow down. Instead, they had promised him that they would stay by his side through everything. Ron didn't really know what to say to them, but judging from how tightly they had held onto him in their room, he figured that hugging them back was enough.

Eventually, Ron and his parents had come back down, and after some looking around; Ron had found Pandora sleeping in the Living Room. According to Xeno, she hadn't taken the news of his worsening condition well, and it had resulted in her passing out due to the pregnancy. So, in order to not disturb her, Ron had quietly sat down by her feet, and taken a small nap himself. He hadn't had his second dose of the Nutrition Potion today; so falling asleep had taken very little effort on his part.

"Ron, wake up," Daphne whispered, and Ron's eyes slowly drifted open.

"Hmm?" Ron hummed; his head was still resting on the side of Pandora's leg.

"It's getting late," Daphne whispered. "We need to go back to Hogwarts."

"Oh, right, " Ron looked at his Rolex. Oh, shit!

His eyes snapped open fully, and he quickly gathered himself up from the floor. Ow… My arse hurts. He looked back down at a sleeping Pandora, and a part of him felt rather upset with the fact that he didn't get to talk to her.

"Come over on Sunday," came Xeno's voice, and that's when Ron realized that the adults were all sitting around the Living Room. "She already very tired from the pregnancy, so it'll take some time for her to gather her thoughts."

"I'll come around sometime in the afternoon," Ron promised. "Just… Just look after her, please."

"We will," Mary said, and Ron noticed that Daphne looked a little uncomfortable. She looked fine until Mary spoke… Odd.

"Are you two sure that you can't stay for dinner?" Molly asked, her voice hoarse.

"I'd love to, but Daphne's right," Ron said. "We really ought to head back…" Wait… Where are Lord Greengrass and Sirius? And I don't see Tracey's parents either. "Where are Lord Greengrass and Sirius? Also, where did Mr. and Mrs. Davis go?"

"My husband and Sirius are going to get in touch with some of my husband's old contacts," Mary replied. "James and Susana have returned to their home for the night." I see.

"These old contacts…" Ron looked to Mary. "Are they Healers?"

"They are," Mary replied. Are these the same Healers that Lord Greengrass took Astoria to when she was younger? I'm dead certain that she's sick, but no one ever mentions it. "Ron… You are staring."

"Sorry," Ron shook his head clear. I shouldn't pry into this. Yet. Things are strained between Lord Greengrass and me as it is, and if I start invading Astoria's privacy, I won't live long enough to experience brain death. "I'll get the floo ready."

Ron and Daphne both walked over to the fireplace, and while he readied the floo, Arthur and Molly walked over to them.

"You two take care, okay?" Molly said as she gave Daphne a hug.

"Please send more owls from now on, Ron," Arthur gave Ron's shoulder a squeeze. "And tell Ginny to do the same."

"I will," Ron promised. "And… I'll tell them about my condition."

"Good," Arthur managed a weak smile. "Please be safe."

"You too," Ron said, and then his mother hugged his side. "Bye, mum."

"Just don't hurt yourself, please," Molly said before pulling back, her eyes were getting teary again.

Ron noticed that Daphne was avoiding looking at her mother, but once again, he decided not to say anything for now. Without even saying goodbye, Daphne walked through the fire. Ron looked towards Mary, and he noticed that she too looked a little bothered. Yeah, something happened after I fell asleep.

"I'll see you guys soon," Ron said, and then he followed Daphne through the fire.

"He's not here," Daphne said just as Ron stepped through the fireplace. "He's probably gone down to have dinner."

Ron looked around the empty Office, and then he looked to Daphne.

"We should go to the common room first," Ron said, noticing that her eyes still looked agitated. "Wash up before dinner, you know?"

"Okay…" Daphne began walking towards the door, and Ron quietly followed after her.

Once they were past the Stone Gargoyle, and Ron was certain that they were alone, he stepped into Daphne's path.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, making sure to catch her eyes. "Daph… What happened after I fell asleep?"

Daphne looked genuinely uncomfortable, but Ron decided to push forward nonetheless.

"Daph… Talk to me," Ron said gently as he rubbed her arms. "What happened?"

"Um… My mother and father…" Daphne all but whispered. "They spoke to me about us…"

"And?" Ron felt a jolt of panic.

"I don't want to think about it," Daphne looked sickened.

"We tell each other everything," Ron tried.

"Ron… It was not a pleasant conversation," Daphne sighed out. Really? Mary told me that she would support our decision.

"They want us to stop seeing each other?" Ron asked, trying his best to sound strong.

"What? No," Daphne replied quickly, and Ron blinked at her.

"Then what happened?"

"They gave me the talk… The sex talk…" Daphne shuddered a little.

"Oh…" Ron took a step back. "Oh!"

"Oh, indeed…" Daphne grimaced. "Father brought it up, and mother… Well, she made it ten times worse…"

"But we haven't had…" Ron trailed off, his ears were turning red.

"They said that we needed to be 'careful' around each other," Daphne said, a hint of anger seeping through. "And they told me that I needed to behave myself…"

"Behave yourself?" Ron asked, now he was truly confused.

"According to them, I'll drop my knickers for you just because you have less time left," Daphne hissed, and Ron didn't even know what to think. "It was unnecessary, and they have no right to talk to me about such a thing. Especially father! It was beyond…" She clenched her hands. "It was disgusting, and I didn't want to be there for another second."

"I… don't know what to say…" Ron muttered. "Um… Sorry?"

"I get that they are worried about my maidenhood, but honestly… I was in a state because my boyfriend is in…" she stopped herself. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Ron. I don't even want to think about it. The… The sheer gall… And mother… 'I understand how girls your age think, Daphne. We just don't want to see you have regrets later'. Ugh… They don't know the first thing about us!" You'd be surprised at how much Mary knows.

"Glad I slept through that," Ron rubbed the back of his neck. Merlin, can you imagine getting the sex talk from Lord Greengrass? I'd go celibate right on the spot, and I'm still a virgin!

Daphne rubbed her eyes tiredly, her anger seemingly dissipating now that she had let some of it out. Ron wanted to give her a hug, but he stopped himself due to the awkward nature of their current conversation. It doesn't seem like the right thing to do.

"Um… Should we head down?" Ron asked.

"Wait…" Daphne stopped him by taking his hand.

"Did they say more disturbing shit?" Ron asked warily.

"I'm really sorry about what happened in the Kitchen," Daphne apologized. "I… I was supposed to back you up, but then Madam Pomfrey started talking, and I…" she trailed off, her eyes welling up again. "I got scared…"

Ron relaxed a little, and he gave her comforting smile before pulling her into a hug. Fuck it. I love hugging her, and it's not a sexual thing, I think. It just feels nice to be this close to her.

"Don't be sorry," Ron whispered as he rubbed her back. "I was scared too."

"But you didn't break down in tears…" Daphne whispered into his collarbone. "I was a liability…"

"You are many things, but never a liability," Ron chuckled at her odd choice of words. "You being there meant a lot to me, Daphne. Thank you."

"Really?" Daphne wrapped her arms around his back.

"Absolutely," Ron kissed the side of her head. "Now, let's head down to the common room, and clean up."

"Are you hungry?" Daphne asked.

"After the day we've had… Food is the only thing that I want to think about," Ron replied.

"And after?" Daphne pulled back to look at his face. "You'll talk to your siblings?"

"I'll talk to them tomorrow," Ron replied. "I just… I need a break from this."

"Just be honest with them, all right?" Daphne said. "Especially your brother Percy… He's still not talking to you." I know.

"Aren't I the gift that keeps on giving," Ron chuckled mirthlessly. "Bloody hell… They're going to be devastated."

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: And there it is! I hope you guys enjoyed that!

Stay safe, and stay healthy!

See you guys in about a week, or so.