Fate Chapter 115 - Trust, a harry potter fanfic

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 115 is finished! Life goes on, even if it's in quarantine...

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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.

There's also another Ron story out that's really good so far! It's called 'There and Back Again', and it's written by Chuchi Otaku. Please, go check it out! I've certainly enjoyed reading it!

'Gathered close in tenuous firelight, an uneasy companionship' - The Ancestor from Darkest Dungeon

Fate

Chapter 115 - Trust

Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 8th January, 1994 (The Chamber – Past Midnight)

"This is perfect," Ron smiled widely as he looked around the completed Chamber.

Chivvy had finally delivered the beds and other furniture, as well as preserved food rations. Everything was neatly stacked in its place, and Ron figured that the remodeled Chamber could easily house up to a hundred people. There's still a lot of free space, so I'll just fill that up over time. By the time the war is in full swing, this place will be the perfect bunker. I just have to figure out a way to make the entrance accessible to everyone.

Ron looked towards Marty, who was still sniffling to himself. I had to tell him the truth. He's bonded to me, and I need to make sure that he's looked after once I'm gone. Marty noticed Ron staring, and he quickly wiped his nose clean on his pillowcase shirt before giving Ron a 'strong' look.

"Come here," Ron kneeled down, and Marty waddled over. "Everything is going to be all right, Marty."

"But Master will be gone soon," Marty whimpered.

"I still have time," Ron said as he put his hands on the Elf's thin shoulders.

"Two years is not enough time, Master," Marty rubbed his big eyes. "Is Master not afraid of death?"

"There are more important things to preserve than my life," Ron replied. "Soon, a lot of people are going to be in danger, Marty… Men, women, children, and even other Magical Beings… We have to protect them all. We have to be steadfast, and we have to be focused."

Marty gave a shaky nod at that.

"Marty will be strong for Master," Marty promised, and Ron gave him a kiss on the head.

"I can't do this alone, mate," Ron said. "I need you."

"Marty will be strong," Marty promised more resolutely.

"Thank you," Ron smiled genuinely. "I'm going to inspect the Chamber for a bit, all right? Why don't you go and get some rest?"

"Rest would be nice," Marty admitted as he rubbed his itchy eyes again. "Master will call Marty soon, yes? Master needs his rest too."

"I will," Ron stood back up. "Go on."

Marty gave a bow, and then he cracked out of the Chamber. I need to learn Apparition from him soon. I would've asked tonight, but it doesn't feel right given how shaken he is. Ron looked around the Chamber, and when his eyes landed on Salazar's face, he decided to delve deeper into the Chamber.

The horrid smell was now gone, thanks to Chivvy and his Elves, and the torches made a remarkable change in the atmosphere. This place, although still creepy, looked more like a safe haven rather than the lair of a monster. In an odd sort of way, Ron felt that Salazar would be glad that his Chamber was being used for good instead of evil. He did change in the end, didn't he? He became a Healer once again. A part of Ron wanted to delve into the history of the other Founders, but he knew that he didn't have time to waste. He had already learned of Rowena and Salazar's fates, and that was enough to sate him.

An idea struck Ron as he made his way into the Basilisk's lair, which was now filled with beds and crates full of rations. Does the Hat know about Salazar's final days? Probably not, given how secretive Salazar became near the end. Should I tell the Hat? I mean, it was devastated to learn about what had become of his parents' Artifacts. Maybe learning about Salazar's fate will help it find a little solace?

Ron sat down on one of the beds, and after a few seconds of peaceful silence, he decided to tell the Hat. I owe the Hat so much, and now, I have the chance to help it. This shouldn't even be up to debate.

"Marty," Ron called, and the Elf suddenly cracked into the lair.

"Master called?" Marty bowed deeply; there was some bread in his hands.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your dinner," Ron felt a small pang of guilt. "But I need a favor from you."

"Anything, Master," Marty didn't look bothered whatsoever.

"I need you to go into my room, and then to grab something from my trunk," Ron said.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Father became a Healer once again…" the Hat whispered to itself. "I have spent countless lifetimes thinking of what became of him in the end, but never did I imagine such a thing."

"You don't sound happy," Ron said slowly. "I thought that this would help you find some closure."

"Oh, it does," the Hat told Ron. "I am pleased, Ronald, do not doubt that… I'm just taken aback by this news. Are you sure that those are my father's notes?"

"They're written in Parseltongue," Ron showed the parchments to the Hat. "And they contain details that no one else could possibly know." Salazar must've been far worse than I imagined if the Hat is struggling to believe this.

"He became a Healer," the Hat repeated. "He found his way back to humanity…"

"For all his talk of Blood-Supremacy, he couldn't bring himself to take that girl's life," Ron said. "I don't think he ever lost his humanity, which is why he was haunted by Herpo's Lab for so long."

"Herpo the Foul," the Hat grimaced. "He went further than even the Dark Lord, which is a true testament to his barbarity. Foul, indeed."

"What do you think of this Being of fire and smoke?" Ron asked. "Have you ever encountered such a thing?"

"No, I have not," the Hat said thoughtfully. "And truth be told, I do not wish to encounter such a Being. If it knew how to manipulate souls, then it was no doubt more powerful than any other Being on this World. Souls, dear boy, are almost impossible to alter."

"Really?" Ron asked. "The Dark Lord and Herpo the Foul both made Horcruxes. They altered their souls in doing so, didn't they?"

"Only because this Being showed Herpo the way," the Hat said. "My poor father… To think that he almost became like them."

"He was lost, but he found his way back," Ron said. "I think he redeemed himself in the end, but that's just my opinion. What matters is what you think of him now."

"I am mostly just glad that he remembered who he truly was," the Hat said. "His obsession with heritage destroyed the bond between the Founders, and his hatred almost made him a murderer. If only the other Founders knew of his change in the end… Godric, Rowena, and Helga would have died more peacefully."

"Do you feel a little soothed by this?" Ron asked. "I know that you're mourning the Cup, the Locket, and Diadem, so I figured that some good news was well-deserved."

"You are a kind boy," the Hat said, and Ron shifted in his spot a little. Not really. I owe you this much, that's all. "Thank you, my friend."

"I owe you far more," Ron rubbed the back of his neck.

"I think we're more than even now," the Hat said. "Knowing that Salazar left to redeem himself is a far better answer than I hoped for. I was certain that he had left to further isolate himself from the World, and that in the end; he had died a shadow of his former self. Godric would have been so proud if he knew that."

"Why didn't Salazar tell them?" Ron couldn't help but ask. "In the notes, he kept saying that he regretted what had become of their friendship, but he didn't take any action to change said friendship."

"Perhaps he felt that he didn't deserve their forgiveness," the Hat mused. "Or perhaps he knew that there was no going back. Whatever Salazar's reasons, he gave up on being happy the day he found that accursed Lab. The Basilisk, the desire to build a Horcrux, the nightmares, the obsession with heritage… Salazar made one poor decision after another. His hatred consumed him, Ronald, and in the end, he lost his desire to want love."

"What would he think of the Dark Lord?" Ron asked. "If he could see what his Heir became, what would he say?"

"I think he would blame himself for all of this," the Hat replied. "In a way, he is indeed responsible for what the Dark Lord became. If Salazar had worked to fix his relationship with the other Founders, history would remember him very differently. As it is, history believes Salazar to be a man who detested all things Muggle. Just like the many Slytherins who have passed through Hogwarts, the Dark Lord built much of his beliefs around those of Salazar's."

"If we made these parchments public knowledge-" Ron started.

"No one would buy this, Ronald," the Hat said. "For a thousand years, people have believed Salazar to be a Blood-Supremacist. I wish it were different, but the die was cast a long time ago. Plus, you have more important matters to deal with, do you not?"

"I do," Ron nodded to himself. "Call it childish naivety, but I wish there was some way to stop all this fighting." I wish I could stop fighting.

"As long as there are people in this World, the fighting will never stop," the Hat said. "All we can do in the end is to fight for a cause that we believe in. And if that cause fights for the liberty of all living things, then that is a cause worth fighting for." The Hat is right… I'm letting how tired I've become get in the way of common sense. Time and time again, people have shown me that they'll always fight for dominance. The Dark Lord, the Veelas, the Order, the Ministry, the Goblins, and even myself…

"Thank you, Hat," Ron said, he felt a little surer of himself now.

"For what, my boy?"

"For reminding me that I fight for a cause that is worth dying for."

Friday 8th January, 1994 (The Great Hall – Breakfast)

"You need a haircut, Ron," Pansy said as she twirled her fork in her hand. "Though I have to say, I really like this fringe on you."

"Why didn't you comb your hair this morning?" Millie asked.

"Because a certain twat took forty minutes in the shower this morning," Ron shot Theo a frown. "The rest of us had to rush our showers, and since I shower last, I didn't have time to make my hair."

"I built up a sweat," Theo shrugged with a smirk. "Finally managed to run ten laps this morning, so I thought that I'd treat myself." Well, Blaise ran eleven, and he still took only twenty minutes.

"Blaise didn't feel the need to treat himself," Ron pointed out. "Right, Blaise?"

No response came, and so Ron looked towards Blaise. He's not even listening anymore… Seriously, what happened to him during the Break? Ron exchanged a look with Theo, who was also giving Blaise a once over. Enough is enough. We need to talk to him.

"Blaise?" Tracey called. "Are you there?"

"What?" Blaise looked up from his breakfast. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," Tracey looked back to her meal, she clearly didn't want to start something.

Blaise looked around the table, and then he shook his head before going back to his breakfast. Daphne tapped Ron's foot, and when he looked to her, she signaled him to do something about Blaise. I know. Ron gave her a subtle nod, and then he went back to buttering his toast. Tonight, then.

As Ron finished eating his crunchy toast, the sound of owls filled the Great Hall. People looked up in anticipation, no doubt excited to get mail from their friends and Family. Ron, however, was more interested in making himself a ham sandwich. Just as he was about to finish up, Daphne nudged him.

"What?" Ron jumped a bit.

"There are two owls flying over your head, Weasley," Malfoy pointed out, and as soon as Ron looked up, they both dropped their packages.

Ron quickly aimed his left palm into the air, and the packages began floating in their spots. Pansy clapped her hands excitedly, while Theo rolled his eyes.

"You're getting really good at that," Millie said as the packages floated into Ron's hands. "Um…"

"I can help you get started," Ron shot her a smile, and she slowly smiled back.

"Thank you, Ron," Millie said gratefully. "Whenever you're free is good with me." Why can't everyone in this group be more like you, Millie?

"That package has the Prewett Seal on it," Daphne whispered to Ron. How does she know that but I don't? I'm literally half-Prewett.

"You and I are going to have to go over Family Seals very soon," Ron bumped his hip against Daphne's, something that made her giggle a little.

"We'll do it after I'm done teaching you some more French tomorrow," Daphne promised.

"Merci, belle femme" Ron gave her a lopsided grin. "Did I get that right?" I hope that I didn't call her an apple again. What's the word for apple? Ah, pomme.

"Still needs work," Daphne smirked.

Ron chuckled to himself as he opened the package from Aunt Muriel, and within it were some sealed documents. These look important. Ron pulled them out, and after breaking the wax seal, he began reading through them. The documents detailed the transfer of a Prewett building within the Upper District to one Ronald Weasley, and once Ron was done reading them, he quickly packed them away inside the package. I need to hand these to Gornuk as soon as possible. I'll also make sure to thank Aunt Muriel via Helios, and then in person when I get a chance.

"Those looked important," Theo eyed the package. "Mind sharing what they were?"

"I don't mind," Ron said. "My Aunt Muriel gave me the deed to one of her buildings in the Upper District-"

"Really?" Daphne's eyes flashed, while the other girls smiled at Ron.

"Congratulations, Ron," Millie said. "Your Family has a building in the Upper District now, and a lot of people will respect that."

"She just handed you a building?" Malfoy asked, though he kept his eyes on his meal. "She must be very generous…" Merlin, at least try to hide your envy. Plus, your Family owns Lord knows how many buildings…

Even Blaise shot Malfoy a quick grimace, but Ron made sure to ignore Malfoy's comment. He's going through a lot, Ron, so don't make a fuss.

"This is great news," Daphne told Ron. "The Weasleys haven't owned a Wizarding Property in the Upper District since the late eighteen hundreds!" Again, why does she know this, but I don't? "This is going to turn a lot of heads, I'm sure of it!"

"Is it really that important?" Tracey asked. "I don't really know much about this stuff." Honestly, neither do I.

"Every Prominent Family owns at least one building in the Upper District," Theo quickly started explaining, and Ron figured that he wanted Tracey's attention. "It something of an achievement, really."

"It is?" Tracey asked. "Why?"

"Because the Upper District is where Diagon Alley first began," Theo replied. "The buildings there were created by our forefathers, and once they got going, they began dividing up the land amongst each other. At first, this was done fairly, but some Families were wealthier than others. So, in order to display that wealth, these Families started creating more and more buildings. Diagon Alley quickly became the central hub for all the Wizarding Population of Europe, mostly because nothing like this had been achieved yet. There was no Middle or Lower District at first, but then the Goblins of Gringotts showed up in 1474."

"Where there is commerce, there are Goblins," Daphne quoted her father.

"They tried to mimic what the Old Families were doing, which resulted in the Old Families sealing off the Upper District," Theo went on. "Basically, if you own a building in the Upper District, then you're recognized as a Family of worth. A Family that has its history rooted in England."

"So the Goblins don't own any buildings in the Upper District?" Tracey asked.

"They own some," Daphne replied. "They're always trying their best to get a foothold in the Upper District, but more often than not, they get bullied into submission by some of the more… dangerous… Families."

"But the Middle District is all but dominated by the Goblins of Gringotts," Theo added. "This is a big moment in Wizarding Britain's History, Trace. This officially brings the Weasleys back into the game. It shows that they have returned to the Wizarding World."

"We never left," Ron blurted out.

"True, but your Family lost most of its respect and influence when they sold away their Wizarding Properties for other ventures," Theo said. Ouch. "This is a good step in the right direction, Ron. I'm sure it'll shut Violet Parkinson's mouth."

"Theo…" Millie jerked her head towards Pansy.

"Oh, don't mind me," Pansy smiled at Millie. "My mother's a bitch, and I really wish that she'd shut up more often." That's my girl!

"Are you going to use this building for the Quibbler?" Daphne asked.

"I am," Ron replied. "And since I own it, I don't have to pay for rent."

"But you'll have to pay for its upkeep," Daphne said.

"True, but in the long run, I'll save a lot of money, won't I?" Ron said, and Daphne nodded.

"Do you mind if I read the deed?" Daphne asked, and Ron passed her the package. She's really getting into this whole businesswoman thing, isn't she?

While Daphne read through the documents, Ron opened up his other package. The second package contained a letter from Lord Fawley, and it asked Ron to drop by on Saturday during lunchtime so they could further discuss Ron's 'plans for the future'. I have work on Saturday… Wait, this is perfect for me, isn't it? I'll go to work on Saturday, and then ask Lord Greengrass to join me for lunch with the Fawleys. I'll also collect Daphne, Sirius, Aunt Muriel, and Lady Longbottom. Once we're done discussing the Werewolf Sanctuary, we can start discussing this alliance of mine.

Friday 8th January, 1994 (An Empty Classroom – After Dinner)

The day had gone by rather quickly, and aside from Ron getting a new haircut from Pansy, nothing of note had happened. But that was all about to change, because right now, Ron's siblings were on their way here. He had utilized his first years to set up this meeting, and even though he wanted to be anywhere but here, Ron refused to back out. He was going to tell them the truth, and then, he was going to help them through this.

Fred and George were the first to arrive, both of them wearing identical grins on their faces.

"Ickle Ronnikins," Fred greeted, while George hopped onto a desk.

"It's been a while since we had one of these Weasley meetings," George added.

"Which is why I called for one," Ron said. "How are you two? Are you settling back in?"

"Oh, we've settled in," Fred smirked.

"We were welcomed back as heroes," George chuckled. "Heroes who were injured in the line of duty no less."

"I'm going to guess that I'm not very popular in Gryffindor," Ron figured. At least all of the usual study group members rocked up today. The first and second year Gryffindors really enjoy making friends outside their House.

"The little ones can't get enough of you," George said. "But the older ones…"

"We'd advise you to stay away from the seventh floor," Fred said. Great.

"And how is Lee?" Ron asked.

"Bitter," George shrugged. "But he'll get over it."

"He's already admitted that he was impressed by your sheer gall," Fred told Ron. "But I would stay away from him if I were you."

"Noted," Ron said.

"By the way, we need more Nutrition Potions," Fred said, and Ron clicked his tongue. Really?

"Why? I just gave you some," Ron reminded them.

"And we botched them up," George replied. "Trust me, Ronnie, this is not easy work."

"This Potion is particularly stubborn, you see," Fred explained. "If it isn't mixed perfectly, it doesn't work. Mixing in new ingredients while the Potion is brewing causes it all to go belly-up. Basically, we have to make the Potion first, and then add the flavor enhancements." Won't that dilute the solution?

"But every time you do, the potency get weaker," Ron figured.

"You're right," Fred said. "That Potions Club is paying off, eh?"

"What if you make a really potent Nutrition Potion, and then enhance it?" Ron asked.

"We tried that," George pulled a face. "The cauldron exploded." What?

"It's stubborn, and volatile," Fred sniggered.

"Guys, don't put yourselves in danger like that for me," Ron sighed out. "I don't mind the Potion I have now."

"We're making you a new one, and that's final," George said, he sounded weirdly serious all of a sudden.

"We've tasted it ourselves, and it's fucking gross," Fred added. "We know what we're doing, Ron."

"Okay…" Ron said calmingly. Merlin, they got really aggressive just then. "I'll ask Madam Pomfrey for some more."

The door swung open just as Ron finished, and he looked to see Percy, Ginny, and Luna step into the room. All three of them looked awkward for various reasons. Ginny and Luna quickly moved to different sides of the room, while Percy lingered by the door.

"What is it, Ron?" Percy asked, a hint of disinterest in his voice.

"I have to tell all of you something," Ron decided not to waste any time.

"Is this about your health?" Luna asked, and they all immediately looked to Ron.

"Yes," Ron replied. "I… I got another scan, and my brain damage has gotten worse." All of their faces dropped immediately, including the twins'. "The damage has spread, and the old damage is growing at an alarming rate."

"Are you…?" Ginny started, but she stopped short.

"How long?" Percy asked.

"Madam Pomfrey says two years," Ron replied, making sure to keep his voice even.

"Two years?" Fred muttered, while George just stared at Ron in disbelief. "You have two years left, and you… You don't seem bothered…"

"What makes you say that?" Ron blinked.

"Because you just spent the last five minutes talking to us about the fucking Nutrition Potion," Fred said. "Merlin, Ron…"

"I figured that I'd wait for everyone to be here before I told you," Ron explained.

"When did you find out?" Percy asked.

"I found out on Tuesday," Ron replied.

"It's Friday!" Percy looked almost angry for a moment. "You waited almost-"

"Percy, give it a rest," George said, his eyes darting towards a shrinking Ginny and Luna. "Now's not the time, eh?"

"I needed time to process this," Ron told Percy, who was now rubbing his face harshly. "I also had to speak to the adults about this. I'm sorry for waiting this long, but you need to cut me some slack here."

"Is there really no cure?" Luna squeaked, and when Ron shook his head, she looked devastated. Oh, no… "Luna-"

"Why is it getting worse?" Luna asked weakly, her face twisting as her eyes welled up.

"Injuries like this one just get worse over time," Ron replied as softly as he could.

"It's your Chronic Stress, isn't it?" Percy asked. "That's the real reason behind it spreading so quickly." He's not taking this well. Shit.

"Percy," Fred hissed as he shot a look towards a sniffling Ginny.

Percy looked towards Ginny, and he seemingly lost whatever anger he felt towards Ron. As for Ron, he felt like the worst human to ever live. First the adults, and now them… Fucking hell…

"I still have two years," Ron tried, but Ginny let out a strangled cry before he could go on.

George quickly walked over and pulled Ginny into his side, all the while whispering anything comforting that he could think of. Ginny losing her composure resulted in Luna losing hers, and Ron quickly found himself holding the tiny blond.

"Don't go…" Luna whimpered, her tiny fingers digging into his arm. "Please!"

"I'm still here," Ron whispered. "Luna, I'm not going anywhere for a while-"

"You said… that it's going to get… worse," Luna hiccupped. "No…"

The next sound she made tore Ron's heart to pieces, and his throat closed up completely. He tried to say comforting things to her, like George was doing with Ginny, but nothing came out. Luna kept crying, and all Ron could do was to hold her more tightly.

Percy Weasley's POV

Friday 8th January, 1994 (An Empty Classroom – After Dinner)

He felt genuinely sick.

Any minute now, he was going to vomit out his dinner.

Ron had moved Ginny and Luna into a corner, where he was talking to them both in hushed whispers. Whatever he was saying, it wasn't working. Luna hadn't stopped crying for the last twenty minutes, and Ginny had stopped only for Ron's sake. She'll cry when she get back to her dorm. She'll keep holding it in, but the moment she's alone, she's going to break down in tears. For the tenth time, Percy removed his glasses in order to pinch his eyes.

He was definitely going to be sick.

"You all right?" Fred croaked as he walked over.

Percy slowly looked to his brother, and then, he shook his head. I can't even think… What am I even supposed to think about right now? He knew that he wasn't very good with emotional subjects, and although he had made his peace with that a long time ago, right now he found himself cursing his inability to comfort anyone. He wanted to pull Ron aside in order to give him a tight hug, but Percy hadn't even moved an inch since Ron had started talking. It was as if his feet were glued to the floor.

"Perce?" Fred gave him a light shake, and Percy broke out of his thoughts. "Let me get you a chair…"

"I'm fine where I am," Percy managed. "I feel really sick, though…"

Fred nodded slowly, his eyes examining Percy's face.

"George mentioned that he feels sick too," Fred whispered, and Percy looked to see George sitting down in a chair with his head hanging low. I guess he couldn't keep going… Is that why Ron took Ginny away? "Merlin, Percy… You're starting to scare me here…"

"Why?" Percy blinked at Fred.

"Because you're as pale as a ghost, and you're starting to sweat," Fred replied, and then he walked over and grabbed a chair. "Come and sit down."

"I… I'm fine right here…" Percy pinched his eyes again.

Fred brought the chair over, and he planted it behind Percy.

"Sit down," Fred pulled Percy into the chair, and the moment he sat down on it, Percy all but melted. "Eat this, all right?"

Percy looked at the chocolate bar in Fred's right hand, and he felt his stomach turn.

"No, thanks," Percy looked down at the ground. He's really going to die, isn't he? All the books that I've read over the last two weeks… They all say the same thing. There is no cure for this, and it's only going to get worse from here. One day soon, we'll all be burying Ron-

"Hey," Fred whispered as he kneeled down to catch Percy's eyes. "Percy, talk to me."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Percy asked stupidly, and Fred just stared at him. "Shouldn't you be laughing at me right now?"

"What the fuck, Percy?" Fred looked genuinely taken aback. "This isn't something to laugh at… What's the fucking matter with you?"

Percy felt a little ashamed for saying something like that, but at this point, he was used to acting like a useless idiot. From the moment he had found out about Ron's condition, he couldn't do a single thing right. At first, he was filled with rage for being left out of the loop, and in classic Percy Weasley fashion, he had started being distant with Ron. He had no idea what he was hoping to gain from this behavior, but every time he saw Ron, his well-organized brain turned into putty.

And then, he had heard Ron talking with Luna in the Kitchen, and that had made things a million times worse. From then on, Percy wasn't angry… He was just done… The books Bill had given him were useless, and Percy couldn't bring himself to just talk to Ron. It was easier when he was little. He used to seek me out all the time. Percy smiled a little at the memory of a nine year old Ron knocking on his door at ten in the morning, his tiny hands holding quills and journals. Gods, he was so slow with his studies. I had to explain everything over and over again, and when he eventually started to understand, he looked so content with himself.

"You're like the smartest person alive, Perce!" he heard his little brother exclaim. "You know everything about everything, don't you?!" No, I really don't… I don't even know how to be here for you right now. I don't know what to do when you need me most.

"Perce…" Fred whispered. "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that… Hey, are you there?"

"He's going to die, Fred," Percy said, and Fred's mouth sealed shut. "We're going to bury our little brother…"

At that, he felt his stomach churn painfully, and Percy shoved Fred aside before he vomited all over the floor.

Friday 8th January, 1994 (An Empty Classroom – Night)

"We'll talk soon, I promise," Ron said as he hugged Luna and Ginny.

"We'll take them up," Fred offered, and Ron gave him a nod. "C'mon, girls… George and I have a secret stash of sweets up on the fifth floor, and we'll take a quick detour there."

Percy just stared at his siblings as they each hugged Ron before leaving, and pretty soon, only he and Ron were left in the room. Should I leave too? Percy tried to stand up from the floor, but he honestly couldn't manage it. When he gave up on standing up, he rested his head against the wall. I don't have Head Boy duties tonight, so I think I'll just stay here for a while.

"Mind if I sit down with you?" came Ron's voice, and Percy realized that Ron was standing in front of him.

"Go ahead," Percy replied, his own voice sounded foreign to him.

Ron sat down to Percy's left, his shoulder bumping against Percy's.

"You still feeling sick?" Ron asked.

"No…" Percy replied. "Ron?"

"Yeah, Perce?" Ron responded.

"Don't you have Astronomy tonight?" Percy asked, and Ron just blinked at him.

And then, Ron let out a weak chuckle. What?

"Of course you know my schedule," Ron nudged Percy's side. "Don't worry, I still have forty minutes before my class starts."

"How are your classes going?" Percy asked after a few seconds of silence.

"They're going well," Ron replied. "The Professors created a special plan just for me."

"What special plan?" Percy asked.

"I get two extra weeks per assignment," Ron replied. "Pretty neat, right?" Neat? How is any of this 'neat'?

"How are you so calm?" Percy couldn't hold it in anymore. "Why are you so calm?"

"Not being calm makes it worse for me," Ron replied, and Percy felt rather stupid once again. His Chronic Stress… "When are you going to stop avoiding me?"

Percy's throat tightened at the question, and he looked down at his lap in order to avoid Ron's gaze.

"I'm not avoiding you," Percy lied.

"We barely spoke for the entirety of the Break," Ron said. "And ever since we've been back, we haven't spoken even once. You even avoid looking at me during mealtimes."

Percy didn't know what to say to that, so he just stared at his lap in silence. Ron waited, and he waited, and he waited, but Percy said nothing. After nearly five minutes of silence, Ron began to stand up. Without thinking, Percy reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Please don't go…" Percy pleaded, and Ron slowly sat back down. "Just… Don't go, Ron…"

"I won't," Ron said.

"But you will…" Percy felt his chest tighten. "I read the books… I even found some in the Library…"

Ron drew in a deep breath, and then he placed his arm over Percy's shoulders. His shoulders are almost wider than mine now. He would have been the tallest Weasley yet. Ron squeezed Percy into his side, and for the first time in ages, Percy felt some semblance of peace.

"I still have time," Ron whispered.

"This is not right," Percy muttered. "Nothing about this is right…"

"I know," Ron said.

"Then why aren't you scared?" Percy asked, his eyes searching Ron's face for the truth. "Why are you so calm about this?"

"I am scared, but at the same time, I know that I can't give into fear," Ron admitted. "Being scared changes nothing for me, Perce. If I give into fear, then Ginny and Luna… Mum and dad…" Ron drew in another deep breath. "Bad things happen to people everyday, but I've learned that you don't lose until you give up. It's only when you give into fear that you lose the fight."

"And you don't lose…" Percy remembered. "Ron, I… I'm scared shitless…"

"I know," Ron said. "I'm here for you, Percy. Always."

"But I'm supposed to be here for you," Percy said, his frustration coming out. "And I can't, and I don't know why!"

"Perce…" Ron looked into his eyes. "It's not a competition."

"That's not what I meant," Percy said. "I… I just… I want to help. I need to help. But I can't… I don't even know how to start…"

"You can start by telling me why you're so angry with me," Ron offered. "C'mon, Perce… Fred, George, Ginny, and Luna have all forgiven me for keeping this to myself for so long, but you haven't. Tell me what's really bothering you."

Percy thought about Ron's inquiry for a moment, and then he gave his answer.

"You used to tell me everything," Percy said, and Ron nodded slowly. "I didn't get to be the twins' older brother, or even Ginny's. I only had you, Ron, and you kept this from me. I wish I had been there for you, but you're the one who took that chance away from me." Percy then frowned to himself a little. "I must sound so damn selfish right now."

"You do, but it doesn't bother me," Ron said.

"Why?" Percy asked.

"Because you're not wrong," Ron replied. "I know I was selfish to keep this to myself. Everyone told me to open up, but I wanted everything to stay the same. I didn't want to burden anyone, nor did I want to feel indebted to anyone. I kept thinking that I'd tell you all eventually, but weeks turned into months, and then, I ended up getting a stomach ulcer… I think I would have kept this to myself until my dying breath if it weren't for that ulcer."

"Why did the ulcer change your mind?" Percy asked.

"Well, dad told all of you the truth because my ulcer left him no choice," Ron explained. "I was dreading coming home because I thought that you would all start mollycoddling me just because I was sick… I didn't want that."

"You didn't want our pity," Percy realized. I know how that feels. I hate it when mum and dad speak highly of me just because everyone else is ignoring me.

"The first few days were hard, but slowly, people started giving me my space," Ron said. "Of course, the twins still want to brew me a tastier Nutrition Potion, an act of kindness that they would have never shown me if it weren't for my conditions, and even Ginny started opening up to me again, despite the fact that we've been fighting like cats and dogs lately. My illness has definitely made people more agreeable, but at the same time, I feel their genuineness. I was wrong to hide something so important from all of you is what I'm getting at."

"Which is why you told us within three days that your brain damage is getting worse," Percy felt some of his bitterness leave his body. "You were scared, just like I am now."

"I'm sorry that I hurt you, Percy," Ron apologized. "I'll try to do better from now on."

Percy, no longer feeling angry, reached across and rested his hand on the back of Ron's head. This haircut suits him, though he'll have a fringe if he doesn't gel his hair.

"I'm sorry as well," Percy let go of the last of his anger. "Ignoring you wasn't the right call, and I've known that for a while… It's just really hard to think about you not being here someday. I never imagined that I could feel this kind of pain in my chest, but whenever I see you, I just want to curl up into a ball. I feel like my heart is going to explode."

Ron managed a weak smile, and after he gave Percy's shoulders another squeeze, he began to stand up.

"C'mon," Ron offered Percy his gloved hand, and when Percy took it, Ron hauled him up. "Can we please find some common ground again? I don't want to see this distance between us."

Percy knew that Ron was pushing himself to try very hard at opening up, mostly because Percy himself knew how hard it was to open up in the Weasley Family. Being guarded was a trait that both Ron and Percy had developed growing up, and seeing Ron conquer that trait gave him the inspiration to try and do the same.

"If you ever need anything, Ron, please think about coming to me," Percy said, his chest feeling lighter than it had in days. "I still want to help."

"I can do that," Ron promised.

"Then I'll try to be better as well," Percy promised.

"Thank you," Ron smiled more surely, and then he pulled Percy into a tight embrace.

For the first time in a long time, Percy tried to return the hug with equal strength. He didn't want to let go of his brother. Not now… Not ever.

"I love you, Ron," Percy heard himself say.

"I love you too, Perce," Ron said before pulling back.

Neither of them said anything after that, and pretty soon, Ron was heading for the door in order to collect his books for Astronomy. Wait… I still have one more question.

"Ron, wait," Percy followed after Ron, who quickly turned to face him.

"Yeah?" Ron asked.

"The Ministry…" Percy started. "Why are you still trying to change it? Why are you still putting yourself into the arena with people like Corban Yaxley? Isn't it more important for you to rest?"

"I want my life to mean something," Ron said, and Percy could do little but stare. "I know that you love the idea of being the Minister for Magic someday, but from what I've seen and heard, the Ministry needs to be reformed. Most of the people there only serve themselves, while the poor and helpless are turned into scapegoats and targets. I've been both poor and helpless, so I want to do something to make things better now that I'm neither."

"But you're thirteen…" Percy managed.

"And I only have two years left," Ron reminded Percy, which caused Percy's heart to clench. "For me, it's now or never… I don't want to rest. I don't want to add a little more time to my life if it means abandoning people that I could help save." Save?

"Save people from the Ministry?" Percy asked slowly.

"From the Ministry, and the war," Ron clarified.

"The war…" Percy remembered. That's right… The Dark Lord is returning to power.

"I have an idea," Ron said suddenly. "Tomorrow, I'm meeting some important people. Together, we plan to create an alliance of sorts… Something very much like the Prominent Families who control the country. Why don't you come with me?"

"Come with you?" Percy blinked. "And do what?"

"Listen, give your opinions, and make some strong connections," Ron replied. "I want the Weasleys to be a part of this alliance, but mum and dad aren't exactly big on this sort of behavior. Bill and Charlie have their own interests, the twins are rebels by nature, and Ginny and Luna don't think like me. You, however, would be a perfect fit at such a gathering."

Percy didn't need to be told twice, he had always wanted to try his hand at this sort of thing. Plus, I can help Ron. I can be by his side throughout this entire thing.

"What time?" Percy asked.

"Daphne will come and get you around lunchtime," Ron replied. "We're meeting up at the Fawleys' Estate."

"I'll be there."

Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (Greengrass Manor – Near Lunchtime)

"Is it wise to bring me along, Ron?" Lord Greengrass asked, they were waiting in the Greeting Room. Ah, so he can speak.

Throughout the entire day, Lord Greengrass had only said three sentences so far. He had said 'Good morning', he had told Ron what he'd be doing for the day, and then he had told Ron to get to work. Even when Ron had told him of his afternoon plans, Lord Greengrass hadn't said anything in response. He had only given a curt nod. I don't know if he's angry with me, or still reeling from my latest scan.

"This alliance is going to happen, my Lord," Ron said. "You're too powerful to not pick a side, and I want you to be on mine." It's a shame that Mary's visiting Mr. and Mrs. Davis right now. Having her there would have made my life easier.

"This alliance will stand against everything I believe in," Lord Greengrass pointed out.

"No, it won't," Ron corrected. "We're not going to be targeting the Old Ways as much as you think we are, my Lord. I understand that without the Old Ways, we wouldn't even have a Wizarding Britain. Mostly, we'll be fighting to give equal rights to the 'lower classes'. Oh, and we'll be trying to push people like Corban Yaxley away from Ministry affairs."

"So you want to replace one regime with another," Lord Greengrass said.

"Someone has to be in charge, so it might as well be us," Ron shrugged. "At least when we're in charge, a lot less people will suffer."

"You do realize that your alliance is sounding more and more power hungry, don't you?" Lord Greengrass asked. "A bunch of elites getting together to tear power away from the current regime, and then to bestow that power onto themselves."

"That power has to go somewhere, right?" Ron looked to his Mentor. "It can't just disappear completely. It would cause far too much disorder if it just up and vanished." No one in their right mind can deny that the Prominent Families keep Wizarding Britain afloat. If their influence is taken away, and no one fills their role, everything will go to shit before long.

"You're learning," Lord Greengrass said. I am.

"You can't sit this one out, my Lord," Ron looked back to the fireplaces. "Daphne has already agreed to try and play a part in this, and if you're there with her, people will take the Greengrass Family's help more seriously."

"You mean they won't laugh my daughter out of the room," Lord Greengrass said bluntly. If they do laugh at her, they'll all die within days. That's a promise.

One of the fireplaces suddenly roared to life, and both Percy and Daphne stepped through the green flames. Ron quickly put on a welcoming smile, while Lord Greengrass cocked an eyebrow at Percy.

"Your brother is joining us?" Lord Greengrass whispered.

"After I die, he'll represent the Weasley Family for me," Ron whispered back, which earned him a slightly wary look from Lord Greengrass. "We're here to stay, Lord Greengrass. My Family has been disrespected within the Wizarding World for too long."

"Father," Daphne greeted. "You know Percy Weasley, don't you?"

"Not quite," Lord Greengrass looked Percy over. "But I'm sure that we'll get properly acquainted soon."

"I hope so, my Lord," Percy gave a respectful nod. Good, he knows how to talk to the man.

"We don't have much time," Ron looked at his Rolex. "Percy and I will go fetch our Aunt Muriel, while you two need to go collect Lady Longbottom and Sirius."

"I can get Lady Longbottom," Daphne said. "She might not be too pleased to see Father in her house." Yeah, that makes sense.

Lord Greengrass said nothing, opting instead to watch his Apprentice give out the orders. He couldn't deny that he felt a little proud of Ron right now, even if Ron was giving him orders.

"Can you get Sirius, my Lord?" Ron asked, and Lord Greengrass gave a curt nod. "All right, then… We'll all meet up at the Fawleys' Estate."

"Do they know that you're bringing guests?" Percy asked.

"No, they don't," Ron replied. "What are they going to do, though? Turn us away?"

Ten Minutes Later

"I haven't been in this house since…" Percy trailed off. "Merlin, it must have been before the twins blew up that dung bomb under Aunt Muriel's chair."

"Try to not bring that up," Ron said. "She might have us flogged by her Elves."

"Are you sure about her, Ron?" Percy couldn't help but ask. "She's not exactly… friendly…"

"She's done right by me so far," Ron replied. "However, you're not wrong. She likes to piss people off, I think, and that could be bad for us."

"Then why invite her to join us?" Percy asked. "For as long as I've known her, she's made it quite clear that she hates most people. Plus, she isn't exactly tolerant of Muggles and Muggle-Borns."

"She's a Prewett," Ron started. "And you and I are both half-Prewett. We're Family, Perce, and she does care for her Family. If I don't extend her an invitation, she'll take it as a personal slight, and then we'll have a bigger problem on our hands."

"That makes sense," Percy nodded to himself.

"Trust me, she was pissed because I didn't reach out to her when I first got started," Ron said. "I'm not making that mistake again."

"You're bringing your brood with you now?" came Muriel's voice, and both Percy and Ron turned to face her.

"Auntie!" Ron grinned, which earned him a deep scowl from Muriel.

"Don't tell me that you brought those two degenerates with you as well," Muriel looked around the room as she walked up to them.

"The twins are at Hogwarts," Percy said. "It's good to see you again, Aunt Muriel."

"Save the pleasantries," Muriel rolled her bloodshot eyes. "Neither of us is pleased to see the other." She then looked to Ron. "A letter would have sufficed, Ronald. You did not need to come down here again."

"But I wanted to thank you in person," Ron said, deciding to keep his smile in place. "Thank you, Auntie. I won't forget your generosity, I promise." I wonder if she gave me that building to solidify my Family's standing within Wizarding Britain? She definitely knows how important it is to own a building in the Upper District, but she didn't tell me at the time. I had to learn that fact from my friends.

Percy looked between the two, but he said nothing.

"Sit," Muriel gestured towards the chairs. "I'll have some food served, and we can speak about what you want."

"What I want?" Ron asked.

"Why else would you show up here with Percy?" Muriel asked in response.

"I'm glad that being a million years old hasn't dulled your mind," Ron chuckled, and Percy gaped at Ron a little.

"You can speak to me about age when you have some hair on your chest, boy," Muriel said.

"Touché," Ron sniggered. "Sorry, Auntie, we don't have the time to stay here. I have a meeting with the Fawleys, and I came to collect you."

"Collect me?" Muriel cocked an eyebrow. "I have no business with the Fawley Family."

"Remember that alliance that we talked about?" Ron asked, and Muriel's features became blank.

"You want the Fawleys to join us?" Muriel asked.

"I do," Ron replied. "And a few others." But I'll keep that to myself for now.

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (The Fawley Estate – After Lunch)

Ron couldn't deny that the Fawley Estate was quite grand, and yet, he still preferred the Prewett Estate. I don't know why these Families like to live in such lavish Manors. I get the whole 'showing off your wealth' thing, but I'd rather live in a house that feels like a home. This Estate is definitely beautiful, but there are so many empty rooms.

As the Elves cleared the dinner table and presented dessert, Ron subtly gauged everyone's demeanors. Lord and Lady Fawley were being kind hosts, but they had reservations about Sebastian Greengrass eating with them. Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom were still speaking to each other about Lady Longbottom's Dragon Reserve. Sirius was being polite for the most part, though he couldn't stop himself from cracking jokes. This seemed to bother Percy a little, who was being far too serious and proper about everything. Daphne was the perfect guest, making polite conversation and smiling her best smile. As for Ron, he was simply enjoying the awkwardness that he had caused.

"Dessert is served," the Head Elf bowed deeply, and then he cracked out of the room along with the other Elves. Woah… They timed that, didn't they?

"You should eat it," Daphne whispered to Ron. "It'll be rude to refuse."

"I figured as much," Ron eyed the mix of honey ice cream and fruits. Forgive me, Madam Roberts, but this is for the Greater Good.

Ron shot Lady Fawley a smile before he began eating the dessert, which was bloody delicious. I haven't had sweets in so long.

"Did your Elves make this ice cream, my Lord?" Daphne asked Lord Fawley.

"They did," Lord Fawley replied pleasantly. "It's a Family recipe."

"It is wonderful," Daphne complimented.

"It really is," Ron joined in. We've shared enough pleasantries now, I think. I still need to see Gornuk after this, so I need to get a move on. "I hope you don't mind if we talk business now. I have another appointment to get to after this, so I can't afford to delay any longer."

The Fawleys sat up straighter, they were clearly waiting for Ron to start the conversation.

"We all know why we're here," Ron went on. "We all want change." Remember your speech, Ron.

"Do we?" Lord Fawley looked towards Lord Greengrass. "Forgive my forwardness, Lord Greengrass, but your beliefs are well-known. As is the knowledge of your old alliances." So much for my speech…

"My first duty is to my Family," Lord Greengrass said. "Everything I do is to further my Family's strength."

"Does that not mean that you'll betray us if some better opportunity comes along?" Lady Fawley asked.

"Ron is a part of my Family, and if this is what he wants, then he'll have my backing," Lord Greengrass said calmly, and Ron couldn't help but smile a little. Keep your composure, Ron. You can gush about this when you're alone.

Lord Fawley looked between Ron and Lord Greengrass, and then he gave a half-smile.

"Well said," Lord Fawley said, while Sirius nudged Lord Greengrass and smirked.

"This alliance can't hope to compete against our common enemies," Lady Longbottom said. "Even with Sebastian Greengrass' vaults on our side, we are still underfunded."

"Not to mention our lack of influence within the Ministry," Aunt Muriel added. "No one in this room has any sway over any Department."

"Then we need to change that first," Ron said. "I have made a list of people who we need to approach over the coming days. These people will bring more money with them, and a lot of them have influence in this country."

Ron pulled the list out of his jacket's inner pocket, and then he handed it down to Aunt Muriel.

"Most of these Families aren't a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight," Aunt Muriel frowned at the list.

"The Abbot, Crouch, Macmillan, Ollivander, Shacklebolt, and Shafiq Families are all great candidates," Ron explained. "But they're not enough. Even after they join us, we won't have enough power within the Ministry. You see, I've been doing a lot of research into each Family's contributions to Wizarding Britain, and I found that the Sacred Families in here and on that list still don't match up against the other Sacred Families. Unlike us, they put their eggs in the right basket early on." Hell, Lucius Malfoy literally bought our Minister a mansion.

"I have no issues working with people who aren't a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight," Sirius voiced his opinion.

"There are too many names of this list," Aunt Muriel argued.

"Not all of them will agree to help us," Ron countered. "The names written with red ink, however, need to be on our side."

"Bones, Davis, Diggory, Hawkworth, Lovegood, Ogden, Potter-" Aunt Muriel stopped abruptly. "Potter? You want the Boy-Who-Lived working with us?"

"Yes," Ron replied. "Harry's a friend of mine, and his involvement will definitely help us out."

"Kid… Harry's not really into this sort of thing," Sirius said a little awkwardly. "He won't agree easily."

"He owes me a favor," Ron said. "He'll do as I ask, make no mistake about that."

Sirius blinked at Ron, while the others exchanged slow looks. Was I too cold just then?

"What favor?" Sirius asked after a few seconds.

"I helped his Quidditch Captain with something, and in return, they both owe me," Ron replied. "Harry will keep his word, I'm sure of it."

"Having the Boy-Who-Lived on our side would definitely bring in more allies," Lord Fawley said. "And I must admit, I really wish to meet Mr. Potter." One mention of Harry, and they're all salivating. Good. I was right to include his name on the list.

"Many Families on that list work within the Wizengamot," Ron said. "We'll, of course, vet them before we approach them, but I imagine that a few of them will agree to help us. After all, the Great War weakened the hold our enemies had over the Wizengamot. People like Lucius Malfoy and Corban Yaxley aren't even allowed to be members of the Wizengamot, despite their power and influence."

"Vetting this many people will take time," Lady Longbottom said.

"We should approach the Sacred Families during that time," Percy suggested. "If we have a strong force, we'll have better credibility."

Ron shot Percy a smile, but Percy kept his expression dead serious.

"Are the French Families on that list?" Daphne asked. "You have connections with strong Families in France, and we should use them."

"I will approach them myself, but not for a while," Ron said. "Though, I will be speaking to Madame Olympe Maxime about this alliance very soon."

"So we're bringing in Veelas as well, then," Aunt Muriel said, while Lady Longbottom didn't look too pleased.

"Not for a while," Ron said. "If we don't need them, then we won't bring them into British Politics." They will no doubt try to get a foothold within this country. Again. "Consider them my last resort."

"Then let us hope that we don't need them," Lord Greengrass said. "They live to dominate others, and if we let them into this alliance, they will try to ensnare us all." In the past, I would have argued against him on this, but now I know that he's got a valid point. They, like us, have greed within them, but unlike us, they can make others do their bidding by simply batting their eyelashes. That kind of power is impossible to resist.

"I am on very good terms with the Shafiq Family," Lady Longbottom said. "I would like to approach them myself." Taking the initiative? I love this witch.

"The Macmillans have been calling me over for dinner for a while now," Sirius sighed out. "I can accept their invitation, and then try to persuade them to join us."

"Lord and Lady Abbot are good friends of ours," Lord Fawley said. "We would like to be the ones to bring them in." This is going well.

"This leaves the Crouch, Ollivander, and Shacklebolt Families," Ron said. "I can speak to Mr. Crouch, but he's a hard man to speak to. It will take time."

"The Ollivanders will refuse," Aunt Muriel said.

"How do you know that?" Ron asked.

"Because the Ollivander Family only cares about making wands," Lord Greengrass said. "She's right about them, Ron. They have never picked a side, and they won't this time either."

"As for the Shacklebolts… They aren't very rich or influential," Lord Fawley said. "Their name, however, carries weight, though they don't involve themselves in Politics." Isn't Kingsley Shacklebolt in the Order? Yeah, the Headmaster told me that he is.

"We'll need their name, then," Ron said. "Sirius… Does your cousin know Kingsley Shacklebolt? They're both Aurors, right?"

"My cousin? You mean Nymphadora?" Sirius asked.

"Can she introduce me to Mr. Shacklebolt?" Ron asked.

"Sure," Sirius said slowly. "I'll talk to her, and then she can send you an owl if she agrees." If? You'd better not half-arse this, Sirius.

"Thank you," Ron said.

"There is one name that hasn't been mentioned yet," Lord Greengrass said. "Slughorn."

"Horace Slughorn?" Ron asked, and the adults all looked to Ron.

"You know him?" Lord Greengrass asked with a searching gaze.

"I met him at the Gala," Ron replied. "He was quite excited to make my acquaintance." Be more careful, Ron, you dimwit. "He told me that he's traveling the World while he writes his book on Hydromancy, so I didn't add him on the list."

"If he's anything like he was during our days at Hogwarts," Lord Fawley started. "He'll want to be associated with us, but not closely enough that he'll be forced to actually do something." So a parasite, then? I should still invite him, though. The Headmaster wanted me to impress that man for a reason. He has 'key insight' into the Dark Lord's past.

"When he returns, I'll seek him out," Ron said.

"If he's not going to help us, should we really give him a spot?" Daphne asked. "I do agree with Lady Prewett about there being too many names on that list. The larger our group, the easier it will be for us to be compromised."

Lord Greengrass smirked a little to himself, while Percy just stared at Daphne.

"He'll help us," Ron said calmly. "I can be very… persuasive…" He can either help Us, or he can face Our wrath.

"Oh…" Daphne muttered under her breath.

Ron shot a quick look at his watch, and he clicked his tongue. Gornuk doesn't work late on Saturdays. I need to hurry up here.

"Is your next appointment in jeopardy?" Lord Fawley asked.

"I have a few more minutes," Ron said. "Before I go, though, I do want to discuss another matter. The Werewolf Sanctuary."

"What about it?" Lord Fawley asked, while Muriel turned her nose in disgust. Ignore her, Ron. She's too set in her ways to change.

"I have learned that a large pack is moving down towards us," Ron started, while Sirius sat up straighter. "A representative of this pack has been in contact with me, and this representative has told me something very disturbing. This large pack was being forced into slave labor by Goblins-"

"Slave labor?" Lady Fawley looked quite surprised.

"The Goblins have an illegal mine somewhere close to Buckden Pike," Ron explained. "They wanted to keep this mine hidden away, so they 'hired' this large pack to work for them. The problem with this was that the Goblins were mistreating the workers, and they weren't paying them worth a damn."

"Why didn't this large pack leave?" Percy asked.

"Where would they go?" Sirius asked in return. "They can't get jobs in the Wizarding World, and even if they got a job within the Muggle World, no Wizard would want to associate with them."

"Sirius is right," Ron said. "This pack had no money, and they had hungry mouths to feed. Which is why they were willing to put up with the Goblins' mistreatment."

"Wouldn't the Ministry vacate such a large gathering of Werewolves?" Lady Longbottom asked.

"They tried to," Ron replied. "But Robert Bulstrode intervened."

"Lord Bulstrode?" Daphne blinked.

"He came to the pack as a friend, but in truth, he planned to sell them to the Goblins," Ron told everyone. "Once he was done selling them, he went to the Ministry and bribed a bunch of Officials to leave the pack alone."

"Gods…" Lord Fawley shook his head. "Even in this day and age…" Which day and age are you living in, mate? Just because you ignore these issues doesn't mean that they don't exist.

"Does this pack know about our plans for a Werewolf Sanctuary?" Lady Fawley asked.

"They do, which is why they're coming here," Ron replied. "They will also be in contact with other packs, and together, they'll all come down here." Ron then drew in a deep breath. "Our time is now limited, and we need to put more money into this. I'd say that we have a month at most."

"A month?" Lord Fawley asked. "That is not enough time, Mr. Weasley."

"It is more than enough time if we're all willing to put in the effort," Ron argued. "I for one, will increase the Weasley Family's funding from five hundred Galleons to fifteen hundred Galleons."

"I'll turn my fifteen hundred into three thousand," Sirius gave Ron an approving nod.

Ron then looked to Lady Longbottom, who just stared at him for a few moments. We are Eternal Friends, are we not?

"The Longbottom Family will increase its funding to fifteen hundred Galleons," Lady Longbottom said eventually, while Aunt Muriel pretended to be somewhere more pleasant.

"The Greengrass Family will increase its funding to two thousand Galleons," Daphne said, and then she shot her father a quick glance.

Lord Greengrass gave her a subtle nod, but he didn't say anything. She's willing to pay more than anyone else, but not as large a sum as Sirius. Smart.

"We'll start getting our farm ready, then," Lord Fawley said. "If those payments can be sent in by the end of next week, then we can start building as quickly as possible."

"A thousand beds should be enough as a start," Lady Fawley said. "The farm is large enough to accommodate more, but we'll need to be sure of how many Werewolves we must shelter before we make more adjustments."

"Do you still plan to advertise this Sanctuary in your paper, Mr. Weasley?" Lord Fawley asked.

"I do," Ron replied. "If we can prove to the public that this place will help save lives, then we'll face less resistance."

"The Ministry will try to damage this Sanctuary's credibility," Lady Longbottom told them. "If this Sanctuary works out, then the public will demand answers from the Ministry."

"Answers?" Daphne asked.

"People will wonder why the Ministry didn't do something like this themselves," Lord Greengrass explained, while Percy listened with a serious expression. "For as long as anyone can remember, the Ministry has condemned Werewolves. They won't want to eat their own words."

"We have our work cut out for us, but if we step up, we'll get this done," Ron stood up as he checked his watch again. Fuck me, I'm running late. "Together."

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (Greengrass Manor – Late Afternoon)

"This is terrific news, Mr. Weasley," Gornuk eyed the deed greedily. "To think that I had my doubts about us working in the Upper District."

"You had doubts?" Ron smirked, and the Goblin quickly schooled his features.

"I was skeptical," Gornuk cleared his throat, and then he looked back down at the deed. "The paperwork is all here, Mr. Weasley. I will store the deed in your personal vault, and we'll change our records to list you as the owner of this particular building."

"How long before other Prominent Families find out about me owing this building?" Ron asked.

"That depends on whether or not they're interested in this building," Gornuk replied. "I can make sure to keep this quiet, but I must pass on this information to the right people. For legal reasons. The Ministry likes to be kept in the loop when it comes to Wizarding Properties, and we can't afford to hide this information from them."

"Do what you have to, but try to buy us some time," Ron said. "My Family isn't very popular, and this will definitely turn heads in our direction."

"I will do my best," Gornuk promised as he stored the deed away. "Is there anything else, Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes, actually," Ron leaned back in his chair. "This isn't related to our business, but I'd like your opinion on this nonetheless."

"Certainly," Gornuk said.

"What do you know about illegal Goblin mines?" Ron asked bluntly, and Gornuk just stared at him.

"I don't know anything about illegal Goblin mines," Gornuk replied, and Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Such mines are against Ministry regulations, and the Goblin community would never endanger the Statute of Secrecy by operating a mine outside of the Ministry's knowledge."

"Really?" Ron asked. "The Goblins really care that much about Wizarding Laws? I had no idea."

"We must all do our part to maintain the Statute of Secrecy," Gornuk replied.

"So if, hypothetically, an illegal mine was found, what would the Goblin community do about it?" Ron asked.

"That is privileged information, even in hypothetical terms," Gornuk replied.

"I imagine that they would wash their hands clean of such a mine," Ron figured. "They'd definitely wash their hands clean of any wizard who helped them with this illegal mine, right?" Robert Bulstrode won't get away with this, I'll make damn sure of that. And then, I'll make damn sure that Millie finds out about how her father treats fellow human beings.

"It's hard to say," Gornuk's beady eyes flashed in the direction of Ron's Gringotts pouch. He wants a bribe? Fine, I'll give him one, but I'll also put the fear of God in him. I can't have him betraying me for his kind right now.

Ron just stared at Gornuk, and when the Goblin met his eyes, Ron willed his eyes to change. They became crimson and toad-like, and Gornuk immediately froze in his chair.

"Speak," Ron ordered, and the lamps dimmed to the point where Ron's eyes were the only true source of light in the tiny Office.

Gornuk's mouth hung open, but he didn't move a single inch from his spot. Ron's jaw clenched, he could feel his dagger-like teeth gnashing against each other behind his closed lips.

"What… What are you…?" Gornuk finally croaked, and Ron relaxed himself.

His eyes returned to normal, and the lamps returned to life.

"There is an illegal mine near Buckden Pike," Ron said, ignoring the Goblin's question. "Robert Bulstrode played a role in its operations. I want to get proof of this involvement, and you're going to help me get it."

Ron then reached into his suit pocket, and he pulled out his pouch. Slowly, Ron placed fifty Galleons on the desk, while Gornuk began to tremble in his chair.

"Your involvement in this will never be brought up," Ron promised. "But if you run off and tell your fellow Goblins about this, I'll come back to Gringotts with the intent to kill every single Goblin who is unfortunate enough to cross my path. Am I clear?"

Gornuk gave a shaky nod, his eyes darting towards the gold on his table. Even now, he's thinking about filling his pockets. Goblins are avarice personified, aren't they?

"Good day, Gornuk," Ron stood up and walked over to the door. "Do not fail Us."

With that, Ron made his way out of the Office. He knew that showing Gornuk his other side was a risky move, but he also knew how Gornuk's mind worked. Gornuk was ambitious and greedy, and he had no real loyalty to anyone. He had a tiny Office, which he despised, and Ron knew for a fact that he wasn't high up on the food chain. Gornuk was no one in the Goblin hierarchy, which is why he sold illegal items on the side to sate his lavish tastes. His greed, mixed in with the fear I just put in him, will keep him on my side.

Ron made his way into the lobby, where he found Daphne waiting for him. Looks like she submitted the bond I gave her. I am officially debt free!

"Is it done?" Ron greeted Daphne with a quick peck.

"It's done," Daphne sighed dramatically. "I no longer own you."

"Own me?" Ron snorted.

"What can I say? I liked having you indebted to me," Daphne smirked as they began making their way towards the fireplaces. "It gave me quite the thrill to know that you would do as I say when I say it."

"If you ask within reason, I'll still do as you say," Ron offered.

"Then how about we go back to my room, and then play Healer," Daphne whispered in his ear, and Ron fought the urge to grin.

"I'd love to," Ron started. "But… Blaise…"

"Oh," Daphne remembered. "So you're talking to him tonight, then?"

"Theo and I plan to ambush him after his after-dinner shower," Ron replied. "If you girls can keep Malfoy with you, that'd really help Theo and I out."

"And before that, you two want to plan out the conversation," Daphne figured.

"Blaise is hurting, Daph, but he won't let anyone in," Ron said. "Every time I needed some harsh truths, Blaise stepped up. Now, it's my turn."

"Just don't push him too hard," Daphne advised. "He tends to close up if he thinks that people are pushing him."

"We'll be careful," Ron assured her, and then he began preparing the floo. Don't fail me, Gornuk, or I'll be back. "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts."

Ron tossed the floo-powder into the flames, and as soon as they turned green, Ron and Daphne made their way into Dumbledore's Office. Ron looked around the empty Office, and he wondered where the Headmaster was. Probably running some errand, as usual.

"Let's go," Daphne tugged Ron towards the door.

They made their way down the spiral staircase, and then past the Stone Gargoyle. Once they were on the seventh floor, Daphne suddenly stopped walking.

"Daph?" Ron turned to face her. "What is it?"

"Can we go to the Sanctuary, Ron?" Daphne asked. "Just for a bit."

"Daph… We can play Healer tomorrow," Ron said. I can't believe that I just turned her down.

"I have some questions," Daphne said. "Questions about the war."

"The war?" Ron whispered as he looked around. "What sort of questions?"

"Ron, please?" Daphne said, her brow furrowing.

"All right," Ron agreed. What's she thinking about now?

Daphne led the way there, and with each step, Ron slowly came to realize something. They were never going to play Healer, were they? No… Daphne planned to grill him from the start, and if she was willing to trick him, then she had some serious questions on her mind. Shit. Let's just hope that we don't have a fight. Daphne summoned the door to the Sanctuary, and then she looked to Ron. Ah, she wants me to go in first. Ron made his way inside, and Daphne quickly followed him in.

"We were never going to play Healer, were we?" Ron asked, unable to hide his disappointment. "You didn't have to trick me, Daph…"

"Oh, we're playing Healer later," Daphne assured him. Really?! "But right now, I need you to explain some things to me."

"What sort of things?" Ron sat down in his favorite chair, and Daphne promptly planted herself on his lap. "Daph… There's like eight chairs in here…"

"I like this chair," Daphne made herself comfortable.

"All right," Ron chuckled as he put his arms around her stomach. "Ask your questions."

"How long have you known about Lord Bulstrode selling human beings to Goblins?" Daphne asked. Oof… She's starting with the hard questions first.

"My contact told me during the Break," Ron replied.

"Professor Lupin is your contact," Daphne said, and Ron froze. "Oh, c'mon, Ron… I'm not stupid. He came to see you during the Break, and then he ran off in a hurry. He was covered in dirt, and he was wearing a traveling cloak. It's obvious now that I think about it." Daphne then turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Is Professor Lupin a Werewolf? Is that why he has so many scars? Is that why he spoke to you alone after your father made you discuss the Werewolf Sanctuary with everyone?"

"Daph…" Ron sighed out. "Don't tell anyone about his condition, all right? He's a good person, and he's suffered enough already. If word gets out, he'll definitely lose his job here."

"Merlin… A Werewolf has been teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Daphne looked a bit dazed.

"He's not just a Werewolf," Ron said. "He's a damn good teacher, and everyone in this school loves him. Even the Slytherins." Plus, he's miles ahead of that cunt Gilderoy Lockhart.

"I'm not saying that he's a bad influence," Daphne said quickly. "It's just… It's a lot to process." Daphne then leaned back against Ron. "He's really quite normal…"

"Most of them are, Daph," Ron rested his chin on her shoulder. "Everything we heard about them growing up… It's all horseshit. They don't snatch children, they don't eat human flesh, they don't infect everyone around them, and they're not out to take over the Ministry. They're just people."

"And Millie's father is selling them to Goblins," Daphne shook her head. "By the Gods, Ron… I actually like Lord Bulstrode. He's always been nice to me, and he even protected Pansy from her mother during the Gala." He is filth, and he will die like the rest.

"He's nice to you because he considers you his equal," Ron said. "If you weren't a Pure-Blood, Daph, he'd never give you a second glance."

"You can't tell Millie about this," Daphne said.

"What?" Ron blinked. "Why not?"

"Ron!" Daphne shot a disturbed look back. "That's her father! If you tell her, she'll be devastated!"

"Her father is going to lead her into the Dark Lord's arms," Ron said bluntly. "What do you think going to happen here? That Millie and her Family will get to live together, and avoid the war? No, Daphne… They will join the Dark Lord once again, and they'll drag our friend with them."

"Ron… Please don't do this to her…" Daphne stood up. "You can't. She loves her parents to bits."

"I'm not doing anything to her," Ron said defensively. "I'm just showing her the truth. Her father is a piece of shit, and he will be helping the Dark Lord very soon. If he isn't already."

"My father aided the Dark Lord too," Daphne reminded Ron. "And now, he's changed for the better. Millie's parents deserve the same chance." Here we go.

"You're being naïve," Ron couldn't help but point out. "I know for a fact that both Lord and Lady Bulstrode are loyal followers of the Dark Lord. Even to this day. It's why Robert Bulstrode had no issue selling human beings into slavery. I mean, it's not like he needs more money, right? He's already wealthier than most. So why would he sell that pack to the Goblins? Tell me."

Daphne said nothing, though she looked rather uncomfortable.

"He wanted them to suffer," Ron told her. "Plus, he got a nice bit of profit on the side, so it was a win-win. He learned about a large pack of 'dogs', and he decided to go in there and exterminate them himself. That's who 'Lord' Bulstrode really is. Just because he pinched your cheeks once or twice doesn't make him a good person."

"You hate him…" Daphne realized. "Ron… You've only met him once or twice… Why do you speak with such contempt when you utter his name?"

"Because he is a Death-Eater," Ron replied too calmly. "And in my eyes, his life doesn't matter. His wife's life doesn't matter."

Daphne took a wary step back, which surprised Ron a little. She looks… scared…

"Does Millie's life not matter?" Daphne asked weakly.

"What kind of question is that?" Ron asked. "I'm telling her so she can save herself from her parents. I love her, and you bloody well know it."

"Then tell me… How would she react if she heard you speak about her parents like this?" Daphne asked.

"Which is why I don't speak about this sort of stuff," Ron sighed out. "The truth is that you all still don't understand how the real World works. Even you, Daphne. You're all sheltered, and you grew up in massive mansions. I didn't have that luxury. I grew up poor. I grew up with clothes that didn't fit me." I grew up watching the World burn.

"What does that have to do with any of this?" Daphne asked.

"Everything," Ron replied. "I know how it feels to be nothing. Whenever I read about Werewolves starving because they can't find work, I can put myself in their shoes. When I looked at how Priscilla's friends were dressed, I could relate to them. People like Lord Bulstrode… They don't give a fuck about anything but themselves and their own. If you're not one of them, then you don't deserve to live in their World. Oh, and they helped kill thousands of people and got away with it."

"Lord Black kept saying that Professor Lupin was on Order business…" Daphne said. "Why are you really making this Sanctuary, Ron? Is it to protect the Werewolves?" Daphne then drew in a deep breath. "Or is it because Albus Dumbledore needs an army for his Order?"

"What?"

"You two are not just 'Chess friends'," Daphne said. "We all know that you two are more than that, and I want to know what you're up to. You explained your need to prepare for the war to me, but some things still don't make any sense. Why is the Headmaster so open with you? Why did he build a home for the Squibs just because you asked him to?"

"I have no idea what the Order is up to," Ron lied. "I decided to build this Sanctuary to help the Werewolves, and I didn't learn about Remus' mission until he came to me and asked me to hurry up. Though I will say this… Once they're here, I have no doubt that the Headmaster will approach them on the Order's behalf. As for the Squibs, I imagine that he wants to keep me happy with him."

"Why?" Daphne asked.

"Because of things like my Sanctuary," Ron replied. "Because of things like my Quibbler. Because of things like my friendship with Madame Maxime. I'm young, and I'm powerful. He no doubt has his eye on me, and he wants to keep me in his corner." I'm getting way too good at weaving stories.

"Ron… Please don't lie to me…" Daphne said softly. "What are you really up to here? Why are you really creating this alliance? Did Dumbledore ask you to do this?" What?! These were my plans, and mine alone!

"The Headmaster doesn't own me," Ron felt his temper spike. "My ideas are my own, and no one else's!"

"Okay," Daphne said slowly. "I believe you."

"Do you?!" Ron asked. "Look, I don't want to fight, but at the same time, I won't be called someone's pawn! No one owns me!" No one!

If Daphne thought that his reaction to her words was bizarre, then she hid it well.

"I just want to know what my boyfriend is up to," Daphne whispered to herself, but Ron heard her clearly. "I'm sorry for pushing you…"

Daphne began to leave, and Ron felt his head throb painfully. I overreacted, I think… I shouldn't have used that tone with her.

"Daphne, please come back," Ron called, and Daphne turned to face him. "Please?"

Slowly, she walked back over to him. She was trying to keep a straight face, but Ron knew that he had hurt her feelings.

"I'm sorry for getting aggressive," Ron apologized. "I just… I'm no one's pawn… The Headmaster no doubt has his own plans for everyone, but my main concern is my Family. And that includes you, and the rest of our group. I want us to be safe, but to do that; I need to weaken the Dark Lord's allies. The Order will take care of the rest."

"And this alliance is built to do that," Daphne said. "I see."

"I don't want to hurt Millie," Ron said truthfully. "But I can't let her keep thinking that her parents want to do what's best for her. I'll tell her the truth eventually, but I won't force her to hate them. I won't even ask her to leave them behind. What she does with the truth is up to her."

"Really?" Daphne asked.

"I swear it," Ron promised.

"If you speak about them the way you just did, it'll be you that Millie runs away from," Daphne told him. "Ron, you don't get to choose who lives and dies… No one should be allowed to make that sort of decision." Someone has to, because if someone doesn't, then people like Lord Bulstrode kill their way to the top of the food chain.

"Do you think that Lord Bulstrode shares your views?" Ron asked, and Daphne shook her head. "Sometimes, you have to put aside morality for the Greater Good. Sometimes, you have to speak your enemy's language."

"If they hurt Millie… Will you kill them?" Daphne asked after a few silent moments.

"I will do what I must to protect my Family," Ron replied, and Daphne's blood froze. "Does that scare you?"

Daphne said nothing, but Ron could tell that she was frightened.

"It should," Ron said. "If Lord Bulstrode had the chance, he'd kill me. He'd even kill your father."

"Stop…" Daphne needed a break.

"No," Ron stood up. "You wanted to ask these sorts of questions, and I want to answer them. I want you to realize that people are going to die, Daphne. Not just random people on the streets, either. People we know are going to die. That's what war is. Lord and Lady Bulstrode want this kind of war because they want to kill people who aren't like them. Werewolves, Squibs, Muggles, Muggle-Borns…" Ron then pointed to his heart. "Blood-Traitors."

"Father will protect us…" Daphne whimpered.

"What happened to him in the last war, Daph?" Ron asked, and Daphne's eyes welled up. "Please…" Ron joined his hands together, all but begging Daphne. "Please, stop underestimating what's coming. I know that none of you think like I do, but time and time again, I've proven to you that I know what I'm about. I don't make pointless guesses… I analyze everything, and only then do I make my decisions."

Daphne wiped her eyes, but Ron knew that she wasn't going to recover this time. Soon, she was going to start crying. Seeing her like this made him feel like shit, and he decided to stop pushing her. She's not like you, Ron. None of them are like you.

"Come here," Ron whispered, and Daphne hugged his middle. "I hate saying these things… I don't want to see you cry because of fear…" Ron, you're a proper git sometimes.

"Why couldn't the Dark Lord just stay dead?" Daphne sniffled into his shirt.

"We have to protect each other," Ron whispered. "And if we get the chance to help others along the way, then we need to protect them too. None of us want this war. None of us deserve to live in fear. The ones who do want this war… They'll get what's coming to them."

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (The Sanctuary – Nearly Dinnertime)

Ron ran his fingers through Daphne's hair, and occasionally, he kissed the top of her head. She had made herself into a ball, and was sleeping soundly with her head resting on his chest. Ron wasn't exactly comfortable right now, and his legs were starting to ache, but he refused to budge from his spot.

He had frightened her, and he had done so willingly. As intelligent as Daphne was, she was still naïve about the World around her. It was almost funny to think back to Ron's first year… He had been the naïve and stubborn one of the group, while his friends seemed worldly and full of knowledge. Now, Ron was the only one who truly understood just how cruel the World was. Especially to the weak, and as much as it pains me to admit it, all of my friends are weak. Their lives of luxury have made them complacent, and they put far too much value on luck and money.

He heard the door swing open, and he looked to see Theo sneak in. The weedy boy quickly sealed the door shut, and Ron figured that Theo had come looking for him. We were meant to plan a strategy to use on Blaise tonight. Theo walked up to Ron with a slight frown, but when he saw Daphne huddled up to Ron, he began to tiptoe with a careful look on his face.

"Hello," Ron whispered, while Theo eyeballed Daphne. "We had a long day, and she sort of fell asleep mid conversation." I've noticed that she always sleeps after she gets emotional. She must try really hard to keep her composure, and so when she does lose it, she exhausts herself completely.

"Long day?" Theo whispered as he sat down. "Did you have a fight? I thought things were going great between you two."

"It wasn't really a fight," Ron whispered. "Remember the conversation that you and I had?"

Theo adorned an understanding look, his eyes darting towards Daphne's sleeping face.

"She cried," Theo whispered.

"For a bit," Ron nodded. I'm sorry, Daphne. So sorry.

"Did she at least take it better than I did?" Theo asked.

"About the same," Ron admitted. "I'm sorry about that, Theo, but I had to do it."

"I get that," Theo nodded weakly. "You were right, while I was… I don't know. I was just hoping that you were wrong."

"I wish I was," Ron gave Theo a smile. He's clearly thought about our conversation since the truth came out. "Have you thought about what you plan to do next?"

Theo tensed visibly, while Ron just stared at him.

"Promise you won't get upset?" Theo asked, and Ron was a little taken aback by that. Since when does Theo talk like that? He seems worried that I'll be disappointed with him. Actually… Daph did mention that my trust is very important to some people.

"I'm on your side no matter what," Ron replied.

"I don't want to fight," Theo whispered.

"That's good," Ron approved. I'll do the fighting for all of you. You just have to stay safe.

"I don't want to fight against my father," Theo clarified. Huh? Does that mean…? "And I don't want to fight alongside my father." Theo then shifted in his spot a little. "You know how you said that this wasn't our war?"

"Yeah."

"For the last few days, I've tried to make excuses for why I needed to fight alongside my father," Theo admitted. "My main excuse was my mother's murder…"

"Oh," Ron muttered. "I see."

"I tried to find my anger again," Theo looked even more uncomfortable. "I thought that if I could find it, I'd get my reason to fight by my father's side. But… I couldn't find it in the end." Theo then drew in a deep breath. "What happened to my mother in that alley… It was unfair and cruel, but it was the crime of just one Muggle. I can't find any justification to blame all Muggles like I used to. I've been in their towns, and I've seen them live just as we do. Other than Magic, I couldn't spot a single difference between us."

"That's very brave of you, Theo," Ron said, and Theo clicked his tongue.

"Don't make it sappy, yeah?" Theo scratched his chin awkwardly. "I don't want to fight for the Dark Lord… I don't want to fight for a madman who claims to be a Pure-Blood, when in truth, he's a Half-Blood. You're definitely right about him, Ron. He doesn't care about Blood-Supremacy. He only wants to dominate everyone."

Ron hid it well, but right now, his heart was soaring with pride. Theo was always the one person that Ron feared for, but now, Ron knew that Theo had seen the wisdom in Ron's words. He is the most cunning of us, and he thinks with cold logic instead of sentiment.

"What's your next move?" Ron asked.

"My father is helping the Dark Lord, I think," Theo whispered.

"What makes you think that?" Ron asked.

"C'mon, mate… He let me live with all of you for the Break," Theo sighed out. "Even I can see how suspicious that is… If the Dark Lord were indeed back in England, then my father would seek him out. He… He never recovered from my mother's death…"

"Tell me about him," Ron whispered.

Theo swallowed thickly, and then he seemed to summon the strength to open up a little.

"I grew up with two fathers," Theo started. "My father before my mother's murder, and my father after my mother's murder… The one before her murder was this kind, encouraging man. My mother signed me up for violin lessons, but it was my father who took me to them every day. He'd watch me play, and afterwards, he'd take me out for ice cream. A lot of people thought that he was my grandfather because of how old he was, but to me, he was the greatest father alive. He read me bedtime stories, he helped my mother and I in the Gardens, and to a degree, he was even kind to our Elves. My mother brought out the best in him, and he loved her for it."

"But then…" Theo looked down at the floor. "Then she died… And whatever goodness he had left in him… It died with her. We were both grieving, but while I grieved in the Gardens, my father grieved in his wine cellar. My home stopped being a home, and for a long time, I had lost both parents. That's why I spent so much time at Malfoy Manor, which is where I got close with Blaise and the others. My father didn't even miss me while I was gone, nor did he send for me. When I was home, I only saw him during mealtimes, but he was too drunk to acknowledge me."

Theo rubbed his eyes, and then he drew in a sharp breath.

"He's my father, Ron," Theo whispered to the floor. "I can't fight against him…"

"Then don't fight at all," Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend, but at the same time, Ron felt absolutely nothing for Cornelius Nott.

There was no sympathy in Ron's heart for his enemies, and although he knew that this sort of hatred wasn't healthy, Ron still planned to butcher the man at the first opportunity. A monster who hunts other monsters… The World will be better off once allthe monsters are gone, and that includes me.

"I want to save him," Theo said, and Ron's left eye twitched.

"Save him?" Ron asked slowly.

"Deep down, he's still the person who married my mother," Theo looked up. "He's still the man who took me to my lessons. He's still the man who snuck me sweets whenever my mother scolded me. I know that he's done evil things… I know he's murdered a lot of people… But he's my dad…"

"How will you save him?" Ron asked.

"I will speak to him," Theo said.

"Theo, that is not a wise move," Ron said immediately.

"You said that you'd be on my side," Theo looked a little shocked.

"And I am," Ron promised. "But if he really is working for the Dark Lord, you will put yourself in grave danger. What if the Dark Lord learns of your plan? He'll kill you both just to set an example."

"I don't have any other choice," Theo said. "Ron… This is my father… I have to protect him. If I can just talk to him, I know that I can get through to him. I'll remind him of mother, and he'll come to his senses." I really fucking doubt that. He still joined the Dark Lord even when your mother was alive.

"Mate… You've always been the shrewd one…" Ron whispered. "Right now, you're thinking with your heart-"

"If your father was in the same situation, wouldn't you do everything to save him?" Theo asked. If Our father willingly became a Death-Eater, We'd gut him Ourselves.

Ron turned his head and cracked his neck, his face twitching uncontrollably. Theo's eyes widened a little, and his mouth hung open. Once Ron looked back to Theo, he saw a hint of fear on Theo's face.

"Sorry about that… Muscle spasms…" Ron muttered as he rubbed his suddenly sore face. "Look… I get where you're coming from, but Theo, my father would never be in this situation. It's not the same. I understand that you love him, but he is traveling down a very dark road, and if you reach out to him, he'll drag you down with him."

"I have to try," Theo said. "Ron, I've made my decision, and it's not changing. You can either help me, or I can do this alone." Fuck! Fucking fuck! Motherfucking fuck!

"Are you sure about this?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Theo replied firmly. I can't let him do this alone. Even though I don't agree with this, I have to watch his back.

"Then I'll help," Ron promised. "But Theo… If this doesn't work…"

"I know," Theo nodded weakly. Good. He hasn't thrown away his reason completely.

They both sat in silence for some time, and when the school bell rang, Daphne began to stir in Ron's lap. Ron immediately felt some of the tension leave his body when she yawned against his shirt, and when she looked up and rubbed her eyes, Ron's lips quirked upwards.

"Hello," Ron whispered, his arms wrapping around her back and legs.

"Was that the school bell?" Daphne asked.

"It was," Ron replied. "Time for dinner, Daph."

"I didn't know that you were so flexible, Daphne," Theo said, his trademark smirk in place.

"Theo?" Daphne shot him a mortified look. "How long have you been here?"

"You fart in your sleep," Theo grinned, and Daphne's jaw dropped open. Wow! Why would he say that?! I'm the one who has to deal with her crazy behavior!

"No, you don't," Ron said quickly. "Theo, don't be a prick, yeah? Daph, don't listen to him. He's just trying to rile you up."

"Very funny, Nott," Daphne huffed in indignation, and then she moved off of Ron's lap. Ah, my legs… I can't feel them. How am I supposed to walk down seven flights of moving stairs?

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (The Boys' Room – After Dinner)

"We can do this tomorrow," Theo said.

"He ignored us for the whole dinner, and then he snapped at Pansy and Millie," Ron countered. "We're doing this tonight, Theo."

"We don't even know how to start," Theo sighed out. "If we go at him without a plan, he'll close himself off even more."

"I get the need to be prepared," Ron started. "But if we just sit him down and talk to him, I'm certain that he'll open up."

"This is Blaise that we're talking about…" Theo gave Ron a dull look.

"He's changed over the years," Ron said. "I know he has."

"Now who's being sentimental?" Theo asked.

"He's hurting, and this has gone on long enough," Ron said. "At this point, it's you and I who are to blame for his sour mood, Theo. We should have stepped up sooner."

"Really? Because he's not exactly putting his best foot forward," Theo reminded Ron. "You literally have two years left to live, but you're still here for everyone. Blaise had a bad Break, and he's been brooding from the moment he stepped onto the Hogwarts Express."

"We're all built differently," Ron said. If I were just an ordinary kid, I'd probably brood about such things too.

They heard the bathroom door unlock, and both of them sat up straighter. Blaise stepped out of the bathroom in his pajamas, a dark look on his face. He didn't give Theo and Ron a second glance, opting instead to go right for his bed.

"Blaise, wait," Ron spoke up, and Blaise turned to face him.

"What is it?" Blaise asked.

"Sit down with us for a bit," Ron smiled a little. "Please?"

Blaise looked between Theo and Ron, and then he scowled.

"I'll pass on the heart-to-heart," Blaise said coldly. "Goodnight."

Theo gave Ron the 'I told you so' look, but Ron wasn't deterred just yet.

"Blaise, please?" Ron asked gently. "Brother, we miss you."

Blaise was clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes, but after staring at Ron for almost a minute, he slowly walked over and sat down on the chair set up for him.

"Talk to us," Ron said. "What happened during the Break?"

"More of the same," Blaise replied, he looked even more distant than before.

"Your mother ignored you?" Theo asked.

"She did," Blaise shrugged. "I don't really care, though."

"Then why are you upset?" Ron asked.

"I'm not 'upset'," Blaise frowned a little. "What is this? Why are you poking your noses into my business?"

"We're worried about you," Ron replied.

"And you're being a prick," Theo added. Really? What the fuck? "Pansy and Millie were having their own conversation, and you snapped at them for no reason."

"They were cackling like hags in my ear," Blaise stated.

"They were enjoying themselves for the first time since I told them about my condition," Ron countered. "Blaise… You really hurt them."

"They need thicker skins," Blaise said stubbornly.

"If anyone else had spoken to them like that, what would you do?" Theo asked, and Blaise's mouth sealed shut. Nice one, Theo. Go for the sore spots. "You're lucky that Tracey and Daphne didn't Hex you, mate. They wanted to, trust me."

"And you two?" Blaise asked. "Did you want to Hex me?"

"No," Ron replied. "I nearly put you through the fucking table."

Blaise blinked at Ron, but Ron just stared right into his eyes. You're so fucking lucky that I'm trying my absolute best to be better with all of you. I made Tracey, Daphne, and Theo a promise, and I intend to keep it.

"Daphne told him to relax," Theo provided. "Even I didn't like what you did, and I usually don't care about such things. Both Pansy and Millie have been struggling with the knowledge of this war, and after what we found out about Ron… Seriously, Blaise… I've never seen this sort of behavior from you. This is the kind of shit that I expect from Malfoy."

Blaise looked a little stung at that, and he glowered at the floor. Ron… Be better. Reach out, and be patient. Remember how much you care about him.

"Talk to us, mate," Ron leaned forward. "Please? Even if you don't want our help, at least get whatever's bothering you off of your chest."

"This can't go on, Blaise," Theo said, his eyes darting towards Ron. "We need to be united. Now more than ever." Good man.

Blaise fidgeted in his spot for a few seconds, and then he shot out of his seat and walked over to his trunk. What's he doing? Blaise snapped the trunk open, and then he pulled out a silver pocket watch. Without uttering a word, he tossed the watch to Theo.

"What is that?" Ron asked.

"That's what's bothering me," Blaise said bitterly. "That fucking watch…" What?

Theo slowly opened the watch, and then he shot Blaise a quizzical look.

"Um… You're upset because you broke your pocket watch?" Theo asked, and then he showed Ron the cracked interior of the watch. Now I'm confused.

"I'm the one who broke it," Blaise said, his jaw clenching.

"Go on," Ron said.

Blaise drew in a sharp breath, and then he glared at the watch in Theo's hands.

"My new 'step-father' gave it to me," Blaise said eventually. "In Italy, when a wizard turns thirteen, he begins the journey to manhood… In order to celebrate this journey, he's given a pocket watch by his father… It is custom."

"Sort of like when a wizard turns seventeen in England, then?" Theo asked, and Blaise gave a curt nod.

"This seems like a sweet gesture to me, Blaise," Ron couldn't help but say. "Why did you break the watch?"

"Because he is not my father," Blaise all but hissed. "I don't have a father, and I don't fucking need one." Oh…

"Blaise…" Theo gave him a rather sorry look. "You've told me differently…"

Blaise's hands clenched, and for a moment, Ron was sure that Blaise was going to sock Theo across the face. If he goes for it, I'll stop him.

"People change," Blaise spat out, his hands relaxing. "I didn't want that watch, but he kept insisting… I refused a dozen times, but in the end, my mother forced me to accept it…"

"I see," Theo looked the watch over. "What else?"

"There's nothing else," Blaise lied, and even Ron picked up on that.

"You don't break things in a fit of anger," Ron said. "For as long as I've known you, I've never seen you get that angry over anything."

"I have…" Theo looked to Blaise. "When Ron got Petrified, you threw your chair against the wall." He did?

Blaise just stared at Theo for a bit, and then he walked over and sat down on his chair again. Yeah, he just lost his steam… Maybe now he'll open up a bit.

"Blaise, you can count on Theo and me," Ron said. "We won't talk about this with anyone. Not even the girls."

Blaise said nothing, and so Ron looked to Theo for help.

"You broke the watch because you're angry with the man," Theo figured. "But you're not angry because he got you the watch… Knowing you as I do, I know that this gesture meant a lot to you." It's not hard to believe that Blaise wants a father. Especially considering how poorly his mother treats him.

"He is a fucking idiot…" Blaise grit out. "I didn't want the watch. I didn't want him to waste his time giving me tours of Florence." What? "I didn't want him to buy me gifts for Christmas when my own mother forgot to. And I didn't want him to marry that coldhearted cunt!"

Silence engulfed the room, and the pained look on Blaise's face twisted Ron's insides. I've never seen him say something like that about his mother… Fucking hell, she's really hurt him this time, hasn't she?

"Why did you break the watch?" Ron asked.

"Because he's a good bloke…" Blaise slowly hung his head, a defeated look on his face. "I thought that if he was willing to marry a woman like her, then he too was a cheating, greedy, and cruel bastard… But no… He was kind… He treated me with respect. He took me to every place that I wanted to visit. He bought me new clothes, asked about my hobbies, painted the night sky with me, and he asked me to write to him once I got to Hogwarts. In just two weeks…" Blaise's eyes welled up. "In just two weeks, he showed me more love than my mother ever has…"

Theo and Ron exchanged slow looks, and judging from Theo's face, Ron knew that he wasn't the only one who felt gutted by seeing Blaise like this. No matter what happened, Blaise was always the voice of reason. Even when Ron was struggling against the Entity and the Heir, it was Blaise who helped him up whenever he stumbled. Even after what I did to Harry, Blaise put his fears of me aside in order to talk some sense into me. Not even Daphne could do that at the time, but Blaise came through nonetheless.

"You're scared for him," Theo finally broke the silence.

"He's going to die…" Blaise wiped his eyes harshly. "My mother will kill him…" Oh, fuck. I guess Blaise knows the truth about Clementine Zabini better than most. "I should've warned him, but I didn't… I couldn't…"

"Why not?" Ron asked. "What stopped you in the end, Blaise?"

"Family loyalty…" Blaise let out a pained chuckle. "Loyalty to a murderous woman… And personal greed…" Personal greed? "If I warned him, my mother would find out… She'd disown me, and I'd lose everything. I chose myself over him, and ever since then, I haven't slept a minute…"

Ron didn't know what to say to that. A small part of him was disappointed in Blaise, but a much larger part of him was already picturing himself beating Clementine Zabini to death. She's put him in this position, and she doesn't care one bit. She will kill that man, and Blaise will be haunted by it for the rest of his life. Of all the terrible people that I've encountered, Clementine Zabini is perhaps one of the worst.

"What if someone else warns him?" Ron asked, and Blaise shook his head.

"You don't know my mother, Ron…" Blaise murmured. "She has him completely ensnared… Body and soul…"

"And if someone does warn him, he probably won't take it too seriously," Theo figured. "He has obviously heard the rumors about Clementine Zabini, and yet, he's still married her."

"He's old, and he's been alone since he was thirty," Blaise said to the floor. "He married his childhood sweetheart, but she died very young. He's been alone ever since…"

"And then, he meets the most beautiful woman that he's ever seen, and she goes out of her way to woo him," Theo sighed out. "Damn, Blaise… I'm really sorry…"

"I can't warn him," Blaise muttered. "I can't lose everything… He made his decision despite knowing the risks, and it's out of my hands…"

"Blaise," Ron whispered. "You don't seriously believe that, do you?" You can't choose money over a man's life.

"My Trust Account is tethered to her," Blaise looked up at Ron, there were tear tracks on his face. "One word from her, and I'll be on the streets."

"No, you won't," Ron said. "You still have us. We'll all help you, Blaise."

"Will you give me thirty eight million Galleons?" Blaise asked, and Ron paled a little. What the fuck?! "That's what our assets are worth, Ron… I don't have to work a day in my life, but if I warn him and my mother finds out… I'll have nothing…"

"Money is not more important than a good person's life," Ron said. "Blaise… He was kind to you when he didn't have to be. He's-"

"I don't want to hear your self-righteous dribble, Ron," Blaise's temper flared up.

"Blaise, if you don't do something now, then you'll always live to regret it," Ron pleaded. "If you want money, I'll give you all the money I have. Please don't do this to yourself, brother. Money isn't-"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand!" Blaise snapped, making Theo flinch a bit. "You grew up with nothing! You're used to living in a pigsty! You're used to living as a beggar! I don't plan to live like that! Ever!"

The silence was deafening, and Ron wasn't going to lie, he was actually hurt by those words. If anyone else had said those words to him, he'd have shrugged it off instantly. But this was Blaise… Ron opened his mouth to say something, but he had no words to say. He was just stunned… Is this what he thinks about me? Is this what he thinks of my Family? That we're beggars… That we grew up in a pigsty…

And that's when Ron felt it. That familiar rage that poured out of him whenever his enemies cornered him… It was there, and Ron could feel it swelling in his chest. His stunned expression turned cold, and the temperature dropped in the room. Blaise's breath became visible, and ice began to form around Ron's feet. Ron slowly rose to his full height, while Blaise shrunk in his spot.

"Ron, you're making it snow," Theo looked around in a panic, but Ron's eyes didn't leave Blaise for a moment. Insect… We'll crush you under Our heel…

His dark-skinned friend was all but shaking in his spot, the terror he felt was written on his face. Ron suddenly felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, and he looked to see Theo giving him a slightly panicked look.

"Ron… Stop…" Theo whispered. "You promised us…" Promised? Oh… He's right… I'm scaring them again…

Ron slowly felt himself unwind, his anger replaced by hurt once again. He thought of Stoatshead Hill, but it was hard to picture such a peaceful place when his emotions were getting the better of him. The snow began to vanish, and the air became warmer and warmer. I promised to be better… Blaise is hurting, and he's just lashing out because he's scared. I've done that too. As his anger completely left him, Ron felt a little drained due to Blaise's words. Ron, don't lose sight of the bigger picture. Blaise matters, but you don't. Your job is to protect them, and if that means taking one on the chin, then you need to take the hit.

"I'll talk to him," Theo whispered, while Blaise slowly stared down at his lap. "Go."

Ron gave a weak nod, and then he began walking towards the door. Just as he reached Blaise, he stopped and put his hand on Blaise's shoulder. Blaise flinched, which only served to hurt Ron more. He's scared of me.

"I don't have thirty eight million Galleons," Ron whispered. "But whatever I do have I'll happily share with you… You're not alone, Blaise, and you never will be. Even if the entire World turns on you, I'll always stand by you." I love you, brother, and that'll never change.

Blaise said nothing; he didn't even look up at Ron. I should go. I don't think that I can do anything more here. Ron left the room quietly, making sure to hide any traces of hurt from his face. I can't let the others find out about what Blaise said to me in anger, especially the girls. They're not going to fight because of me.

Theodore Nott's POV

Saturday 9th January, 1994 (The Boys' Room – After Dinner)

Theo was very close to ripping Blaise a new one, especially because what Blaise had said about Ron had offended even Theo. The Weasleys' house wasn't a pigsty, it felt more like a home than both Theo and Blaise's mansions put together. The Weasleys weren't beggars; they had fed Theo like a king and knitted him a lovely present. The Weasleys may not have grown up in luxury, but their lives were filled with love and laughter.

In many ways, Theo was genuinely envious of Ron's childhood now, and he certainly respected Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for being so kind to him. They even warned me about the war, despite my father being who he is. They put themselves at great risk by telling me, but to them, my life mattered enough to take such a risk. I owe them the courtesy of defending their name since Ron isn't here.

"I didn't want to talk to you about your feelings," Theo finally spoke, and Blaise shrunk a little more. He's probably drowning in guilt, but he took it too far. "I was more than content to let you wallow in your misery. I figured that you'd eventually get over it, as we all do with our issues. And after you snapped at Millie and Pansy, the girls too decided to keep their distance. The only person who wanted to reach out to you was Ron. I warned him against it, but you know how he is. He likes people to smile and enjoy themselves, and whenever someone's struggling, he tries to cheer them up at any cost."

"I didn't mean what I said-" Blaise croaked.

"Yeah, you did," Theo shot a look at the door. Ron's gone, so I can speak freely about this. "Not completely, of course, but a small part of you did mean it. Do you remember what we used to talk about behind Ron's back? Back in first year? When we first met him?"

Blaise looked visible sick at the memory.

"We weren't very close with Ron yet," Theo reminded Blaise. "We used to joke about his poor sense of fashion, his lack of manners, his self-righteous values, his close-mindedness, his everything… To us, Ron was a pet project. We all took turns at civilizing the 'Weasley barbarian'. That's what Daphne used to call him, remember?"

"I remember…" Blaise wiped his face clean.

"We were wrong," Theo admitted. "He wasn't perfect, but neither were we. We thought we were better than him because we grew up in luxury, but after spending just two weeks with his Family, I've come to understand that Ron had something that most of us didn't. He actually had a childhood."

"What?" Blaise blinked in confusion.

"My father drank himself into a stupor every morning, while your mother abandoned you in Diagon Alley," Theo said bluntly. "Daphne would cut off her hands for her father's approval. Millie is constantly trying to live up to her Family's history, despite knowing just how barbaric her Family's history is. Pansy's parents would sacrifice her for a male heir. Malfoy's parents are another story completely. And Tracey… Actually, Tracey had a pretty decent childhood too. Maybe that's why she's a lot like Ron. Neither of them judge people over superficial reasons like wealth and status. They both judge people on merit. If you're a cunt, they'll call you a cunt."

Blaise just stared at Theo; he was clearly listening to every word.

"My point is that Ron might not be as wealthy as us, but that doesn't matter one bit," Theo said. "We were little bastards when we first met him, but slowly, he's shown all of us just how brilliant he is. You go down to Diagon Alley and you say his name, and I guarantee you that people will perk up. You reckon they'd do that for us? He's made something of himself, and he's worked his fucking arse off for it. Hell, he's going to die at fifteen because he's worked himself into an early grave."

"I spoke in anger…" Blaise swallowed thickly.

"You fucking hurt him, Blaise," Theo felt a jolt of anger. "He was trying to be here for you, and you said something that you knew would hurt him. We both know why he does what he does. He fucking hates the fact that his Family isn't respected in this country, and I honestly feel his frustration myself now. In just two weeks, his Family showed me just how amazing they are. They treated me like royalty. The fed me the best food. His mother knitted me a present with her own hands. They involved me in everything. His eldest brothers even advised me on careers. You reckon our Families would show Ron that treatment?"

"No…"

"My father wants him dead," Theo said. "Your mother wants to manipulate him into her corner. Sebastian fucking Greengrass tethered his name to Ron at the first opportunity. Pansy's parents want him dead. Millie's parents want him dead. Malfoy's parents want him dead." Theo then let out a mirthless chuckle. "What the fuck is wrong with us? What the fuck is wrong with our parents? You think it's fair that Ron grew up with nothing, while we had everything? I'm starting to think that it's not."

"I'll apologize to him," Blaise looked wrecked by guilt.

"Knowing him, he'll accept you back with open arms," Theo said. "But I'm not letting this go so easily. You were way out of line, and for a minute, I was more than fine with him smacking you around this fucking room. Look at his size, and then look at yours. He'd snap you like a twig." Theo knew he was ranting, but Merlin help him, he was genuinely pissed off. "How could you say that to him? I know that I'm in no position to judge, but fucking hell… The look on his face before he got angry…" He was devastated.

"He just… He doesn't understand…" Blaise rubbed the back of his neck. "I can't betray my own mother…"

"You want to, but you don't have the balls to live without her money," Theo said harshly. "Don't bother denying it, because I'm just like you. My father is a Death-Eater, Blaise, and pretty soon, I'll need to go into hiding. I'm scared shitless, and in the meantime, I've decided to risk everyone's well being just so I can try and save the man. I actually told Ron today, and although he wasn't thrilled about it, he's promised to help me."

"You love your father, though… I don't love my mother…" Blaise said.

"Either way, Ron's the poor bastard who's going to do everything to help us," Theo said, and Blaise blinked at him. After our chat, I know that Ron will throw himself into the fire for our sake. None of us have it in us to do that for him, except for Daphne. "Even after you gutted him, he still offered you what little he has. We both know that if you go and ask for that money right now, he'll give it to you. He'll do it with a fucking smile, and he won't even ask you to apologize."

"Something's changed between you two," Blaise realized.

"Everything has changed, you twat," Theo snapped. "There's a war on the horizon, and we only know about it because Ron's been warning us all along. His parents actually sat me down, and warned me themselves as well. They know who my father is, but they both took the risk because my life means something to them. And the fact that my father wouldn't do that for any of my friends is getting to me..." Stop ranting, Theo! Control yourself!

"Fucking hell…" Theo muttered as he dropped down onto Ron's chair. "I've been hit with one reality check after another for the last two weeks, and my mind is scattered… I'm fucking ranting like some lunatic, and I'm swearing enough to make Ron proud…"

Both of them fell silent, and while Blaise thought about what he had done, Theo rubbed his face as he tried to calm down his mind. He was scared. He was absolutely petrified with fear. He didn't want to fight in some fucking war that he didn't even believe in. He wanted to date Tracey. He wanted to spend his time with his best friends. He wanted them all to grow up side-by-side.

His change in personality wasn't exactly news to him. Over the last two and a half years, Theo had stopped relying on hatred and bitterness. He no longer wanted to outfox his friends in order to be better than them, he wanted them all to achieve their goals. It was Tracey's influence, and Ron's, that had changed him, and in complete honesty, Theo didn't like the brat who had first come to Hogwarts in order to scheme his way to the top. If anything, Theo wanted to scheme just to further the group.

"What's that saying?" Theo clicked his tongue. "Oh, yeah… 'Money doesn't buy happiness'. Well, you and I had all the money that we could ever need, but until we came to Hogwarts, neither of us was really happy. We didn't like our friends. We didn't like living in our own mansions. We didn't even like each other. Everything was a competition, and we were all treacherous enough to backstab each other for the smallest of rewards. That's what the Old Ways teach us… That's why our parents are the way that they are. They grew up worshiping wealth and status, and somewhere along the way, they stopped seeing people as people."

Theo then stood up and walked over to his bed.

"I'm not going to be like that," Theo told Blaise. "My mother wasn't like that, and it's her example that I'll follow. I'll try my best to win my father back from the Dark Lord, I owe him that much. As for you, Blaise, you should start thinking about what's next for you. Where do you see yourself down the line? Do you want to stand by your friends? Or do you want to stand by a woman who has hurt you at every turn? Do you want our support? Or do you want her money?" Ron asked me to keep us together after he's gone, and Gods help me, I won't fail him. If he really does die in two years, then I'll take up his role. I'll hold us together. I just… I need to be a man now. I'm a Nott, and I will act like one.

Ronald Weasley's POV

Sunday 10th January, 1994 (Greengrass Manor - Midday)

After a rather grueling session with Madam Roberts, Ron had decided to let her know about his worsening condition. He knew that he was risking losing her tutelage, but he had lied to her once before, and he wasn't planning to make that mistake again. She had listened quietly while he explained his new symptoms, and when he told her that he had two years left at this rate, she had actually looked worried for a split second.

"So, there it is," Ron finished. "You now know everything that I do."

She just stared at him, and after a few seconds, Ron began to feel uncomfortable. Merlin, I'd rather that she yell at me instead of just looking at me like that. Is she pissed? I can't tell. For a second there, I thought that she was worried about me.

"I'm terribly sorry, Ron," Madam Roberts finally spoke. "This is distressing news."

"Yeah…" Ron said. "Um… I don't want to ask this right away, but I need to know… Does this change our arrangement?"

"It does," Madam Roberts replied, and Ron felt his gut tighten. "I will speak to your Mentor, and I will absolve my contract with him. I cannot keep teaching you." No…

"I see…" Ron failed to hide his disappointment. Did I make a mistake by telling her? Fuck… She's really just going to leave me because of this? "Madam Roberts… My condition isn't that-"

"It's bad, Ron," she stopped him. "Listen, I'm not leaving because I think that you're not cut out for this. If anything, your determination and hard work have made me very proud. You are one of the most promising young wizards that I've ever had the privilege of teaching."

"Then why?" Ron tried his best to remain composed.

"Dueling is a dangerous sport," Madam Roberts put her hand on his shoulder, an act of affection that she had never shown before. "And injuries to the head are very common. I understand your need to not let your conditions rule your life, but I don't want to see you get hurt. I cannot, in good conscience, continue to teach you a skill that will eventually lead to you getting injured. I'm sorry."

"So you're just going to leave?" Ron felt a hint of bitterness. I shouldn't have said a fucking thing.

"I'm not doing this because I don't want to teach you," Madam Roberts said patiently. "I'm doing it because if you really have such a short amount of time left, then we need to do everything in our power to ensure that you don't get worse. I'm sorry, Ron, but I think it's best if we stop while we're ahead. I'm going to speak to your Mentor, and I'm going to ask him not to get you another tutor. I know that you'll still keep training on your own, but if my opinion means anything to you, I would recommend rest and recovery. Two years isn't a lot of time, and you should do your best to enjoy what little time you have left." Enjoy myself? I don't want to enjoy myself. I want to win the fucking war!

"Is there anything that I can do to change your mind?" Ron tried.

"No, Ron," Madam Roberts gave his shoulder a squeeze, and then she picked up her suitcase and walked over to the fireplace.

Ron felt like dashing his own head against a wall, mostly because he was already regretting telling the truth. Every time I try to do the right thing, it blows up in my face. I just lost the best-

"If you ever need anything," Madam Roberts said from the fireplace. "Send me an owl."

Ron just watched her, and she gave him one last lookover.

"Goodbye, Ronald Weasley," Madam Roberts said.

"Thank you for everything…" Ron forced himself to speak.

Madam Roberts gave him a hint of a smile, and then, she was gone. Ron stood around for a few minutes, his mind reeling from Madam Roberts' decision. He wasn't completely irrational, so he understood why she wanted to stop teaching him. The truth was that Ron could end up getting severely hurt from a misaimed Spell, and she didn't deserve to have that on her conscience. She still blames herself for her friend's death at the hands of Dolohov, even though her friend hid the truth about his illness from her.

"Damn…" Ron muttered as he rubbed his face. This wasn't even goodbye, but I still feel like shit. I'm sure that I'll be seeing her again very soon. She is, after all, a part of our plan to get rid of Cornelius Fudge, and she knows about the Order now. Our paths will cross much sooner than she thinks, but I doubt that she'll go back to teaching me.

Ron walked over to the fireplace, and he began to prepare the floo jump to the Rookery. I hope Pandora's processed everything by now, and if she has, I really hope that she doesn't cry. If there is one person who I don't want to see in tears, it's Pandora Lovegood.

"The Rookery," Ron tossed the floo-powder into the fire, and when it blazed green, Ron stepped through it.

The first thing Ron noticed was how much larger the Living Room of the Rookery was. It was no longer cluttered with everyone's junk, and there was even room for a large dining table. This looks just like my vision. Ron looked everything over, and he felt a rather odd sense of dread. They won't die in here.

"Pandora? Xeno?" Ron called, but there was no answer. Are they not here?

Ron walked past a fancy looking bowl of fresh fruit, and he snatched the reddest apple. Just as he bit into it, Pandora walked in through the front door. There were two white canvases floating behind her, as well as her paints and brushes.

"Ron," Pandora smiled at the sight of him, and then she looked to the apple in his hand.

"Hello," Ron smiled back, his mouth full of apple. Wait a second… She has her paints and canvases, and a perfect bowl of fruit was just sitting there. Oh… Oh, no. "Sorry."

"Come here, my sweet," Pandora chuckled a little, and Ron walked over and hugged her. She's in a good mood. That, or she knows that I don't like to see her upset because of me.

"I've missed you," Ron rested his chin on her head. "Are you getting shorter?"

"Yes, I must be getting shorter," Pandora said in her usual aloof voice. "I can see why you didn't end up in Ravenclaw now." You'd be surprised.

"That's just mean," Ron sniggered. "Are we painting today?"

"First we'll paint, and then I'll make you some Shepard's Pie," Pandora promised.

"That… is exactly what I need right now," Ron pulled her closer.

Sunday 10th January, 1994 (The Rookery – Afternoon)

"And she just left?" Pandora asked.

"Madam Roberts isn't exactly a chatty woman," Ron said after swallowing his bite. "Though I will say that she seemed slightly upset about my health."

"Slightly?" Pandora cocked an eyebrow.

"It was hard to see, but I've spent a lot of time with her," Ron explained. "I know that she still wants to teach me, but she also takes her word very seriously. When I convinced her to teach me again, she made sure to tell me that if I got worse, she'd leave."

"And you didn't try to change her mind?" Pandora asked, her sharp gaze had returned. She hasn't brought up my illness even once, and I couldn't be more grateful. It feels good to just have a normal conversation with someone.

"I tried, but I didn't push her either," Ron shrugged.

"Odd," Pandora said.

"Odd?"

"The Ron I know doesn't give up so easily," Pandora pointed out. "What was different this time, my sweet?"

"I guess I understood her point of view," Ron said thoughtfully. "I'm not completely irrational, you know, and I don't want to force her into anything that she doesn't want. She's got a history…" Ron trailed off. I can't discuss that. Madam Roberts told me everything in confidence. "I don't want her to feel responsible for me, especially due to my illness."

"You respect her," Pandora gave an understanding nod.

"She was a harsh instructor, but she was also very good to me," Ron admitted. "So, yeah… I do respect her, which is why I didn't try to twist her arm."

"I'd love to meet this woman one day," Pandora smiled at Ron. "If she won Ronald Weasley's respect, then she must be quite the witch."

Ron couldn't help but laugh at that.

"My opinion means that much to you, eh?" Ron teased.

"Of course it does," Pandora replied aloofly. "Why wouldn't it?"

"Oh… I was just teasing…" Ron said.

"I know," she smirked, and then she offered Ron more Shepard's Pie. More food!

Ron didn't waste any time on getting started, he was really glad that his mother had shared her recipe with Pandora.

"How are things with your friends?" Pandora asked. "You've told them, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I told them," Ron swallowed his bite. "Things are… I don't know… They're all right, but at the same time, they're not. Does that make sense?"

"They are struggling, and you feel responsible for it," Pandora said. Mind-reader!

"Yes," Ron nodded weakly. "Daphne is trying to be strong, but I keep catching her staring at me."

"Maybe she's admiring her boyfriend's features," Pandora offered with a smile. What features? My big nose and freckles?

"She puts on a smile whenever I look in her direction," Ron sighed out. "She's scared, but she'll be damned if she lets her fear defeat her. 'A Greengrass never loses to their own mind. They are always in control'."

"I can almost hear Sebastian in those words," Pandora chuckled, and Ron let out a weak laugh.

"Yeah, he definitely loves his lectures," Ron agreed.

"How are things between you and Daphne when you two are alone?" Pandora asked. Ah, there it is.

"You'll have to be more specific," Ron said, and Pandora gave him a knowing smile.

"I still remember what it was like to be a teenager, Ron," Pandora said. "I'm not going to stop you two, of course, but I will caution restraint. You're both going through a lot, and due to needing an outlet, you two will find yourselves in risky situations. I know that you'll be responsible, but girls mature faster than boys. Just be careful not to push her into anything that she's not fully thought through yet."

"I won't do anything that she doesn't want to do," Ron promised. "And if I feel like she's forcing herself to do it, I'll put an end to it." That was a really good answer, Ron. Nice one.

"Good," Pandora gave him an approving nod. "Now, tell me about your other friends."

"Well, Theo is still Theo," Ron replied.

"Clever boy, that one," Pandora smiled. "Only says what others want to hear." You mean he's an arse kisser? Well, you're right.

"Pansy, Millie, and Tracey are being very… touchy… with me lately," Ron went on. "Even Millie… At the start of this school year, she stopped hugging and touching me… But now, she's back to being more open around me."

"You're a very lucky young wizard," Pandora teased.

"I won't deny that," Ron snorted. I do love getting hugs and pats from the girls. I'm only human, after all. Wait… That's not strictly true…

"Ron?"

"Malfoy is still a prick," Ron told Pandora.

"Ron… He has been through a lot recently," Pandora suddenly became serious. "Promise me that you won't add more to his plate by being nasty to him."

"I promise," Ron agreed. "Look, he's not all bad… He stayed behind after I told him about my latest scan, and in his own way, he's shown that he feels sorry that I have to go through this."

"Then why did you refer to him as a 'prick'?" Pandora asked.

"He's a hard person to approach," Ron shrugged. "I know that he's struggling right now, but he has a victimhood complex about everything. We've actually talked about this complex of his before, but once again, he's back to blaming everyone around him. For some reason, he can't understand that bad things happen to everyone. To him, only his problems matter, and instead of fixing his life himself, he keeps hoping that someone else does it for him. It's lazy, and if he keeps it up, he's going to turn into a bitter old bastard because no one is going to go out of their way to deal with his issues. We all have our own problems right now, and unlike him, we're dealing with our problems ourselves." Damn, I really needed to get that out.

"You clearly care about him," Pandora pointed out, and Ron tensed a little.

"I… Sort of…" Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "I never thought that I'd say this, but I do enjoy his company. Sometimes. He's got this really dry sense of humor, and he can come up with some rather hilarious comebacks. Conversations with him are almost always interesting, despite often being infuriating."

"Just be patient, Ron," Pandora advised. "Some people need more time to find their way than others. If you care about him even a little, which you do, then you need to give him some time." Pandora then smiled at Ron. "Sebastian once told Xeno that 'a hammer is not always the right tool for the job'. Don't be a hammer with him, Ron." Don't be a hammer?

"So… I shouldn't keep beating the same message into him?" Ron asked very slowly. I'm confused.

"Exactly," Pandora replied. "Let him find his way."

"What if he chooses the wrong path?" Ron asked.

"That is up to him, is it not?" Pandora asked. "You are his friend, Ron, not his master. If you really want him to follow you, then you need to give him a reason to do so."

"You want me to inspire him?" Ron asked, and Pandora gave a nod. "That won't be easy… We get along a little, but he still hates everything about me."

"I don't believe that he does," Pandora said knowingly. "Not anymore."

"Right…" Ron said awkwardly. I swear that she sees everything, but never says anything about it.

"Now, what of Blaise?" Pandora asked, and Ron felt his stomach tighten. Blaise… "Of all of your friends, I find him to be the most mysterious. I only spoke to him once when you were in your coma, and he barely acknowledged my presence."

"Yeah, he does that to people who he doesn't know," Ron spoke to his pie. "Sorry about that, Pandora."

"Oh, I didn't mind," Pandora said. "I'm sure that trick of his works well with the ladies." It's no trick… Blaise genuinely doesn't care about anyone who he doesn't consider a friend. I think that's why Padma and he broke up so quickly. She must have realized that Blaise didn't really care about her, or her interests. He was only dating her because of her good looks. "Ron? What's wrong? You look upset."

"It's nothing," Ron shook his head, though he still felt wounded by Blaise's outburst. He called me a beggar. "Blaise is fine."

"Ron," Pandora said gently. "Look at me."

Ron slowly looked up, making sure to keep his composure. Sadly for him, Pandora knew him far too well to be fooled by such a trick.

"You two fought recently?" Pandora asked.

"We didn't really fight per say," Ron sighed out. "He's under a lot of pressure right now, and I didn't help by discussing my latest scan and the war with him. He's got Family troubles right now, and I made things worse by adding more to his plate… He sort of snapped at me, that's all."

"You're not angry with him," Pandora realized.

"Not really," Ron shrugged weakly. I've done worse, so what right do I have to start a fuss about this? "I've had moments like that too, so I understand why he snapped. It's fine, Pandora… I'll just give him some space, and things will go back to normal eventually."

Pandora just stared at him, and after a few seconds, Ron couldn't help but notice the motherly look on her face.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"It's okay to admit that you feel hurt, Ron," Pandora said, making Ron feel even more tense. "There is no shame in admitting it, and talking about it will help soothe the wound."

"I'm not hurt," Ron lied. "He didn't mean what he said, and trust me, I've done my fair share of yelling at my friends in the past." I've called them all sorts of names during my rage-fueled fits. "It'll all blow over soon enough, so don't worry." Change the topic, Ron. "Hey, do you still have your old Spell Creation books?"

Pandora just stared at him for blatantly changing the subject, and he shot her a sheepish grin. Pandora then smiled a little and shook her head at his antics.

"Why don't we go have a look?" Pandora asked. "They should be up in my bedroom."

"Not in your lab?" Ron asked, and for a moment, her smile faltered.

"I don't go down there anymore, Ron," she said too calmly. "And it's no longer my lab, you know that." Oh.

"Sorry," Ron apologized.

"There's nothing to apologize for," Pandora said. "Come, Ron, let's find those books."

Sunday 10th January, 1994 (The Rookery – Evening)

"Ron?" came Pandora's voice. "Wake up, my sweet. It's almost half past seven."

Ron's eyes shot open, and he quickly sat up. I'm going to be late! He had fallen asleep on the couch, mostly because Pandora's head scratches were too hard to resist. As he cleared his eyes and yawned, Pandora walked over with a glass of milk.

"I've warmed it for you," Pandora handed him the glass with a smile.

"Thanks," Ron smiled back. "And sorry for falling asleep like that… I was more tired than I thought."

"You certainly were," came Xeno's voice from the stairs. He's back? "I could hear you snoring all the way from my study."

"Oops," Ron shot Pandora a smirk, and then he drank down the milk in one go.

"A healthy sleep is a snorey sleep, I always say," Xeno chuckled. Snorey? Is that even a word? And when do you ever say that?

"You mentioned that you had to speak to Professor Snape," Pandora took the empty glass.

"Oh, yeah," Ron massaged his face. "Something about my future assignments…"

"Well, you don't want to be late," Pandora said. "He's not exactly a patient man."

"How do you know that?" Ron asked. Is it because you helped him with his recovery?

"Luna told me in her letters," Pandora replied. Nice save, but I already know that he's a part of the Order.

"Makes sense," Ron stood up.

They both walked over to the fireplace, and while Ron prepared the floo, Pandora straightened out any creases on his clothes. Mum does the same thing any time she sees a crease. Is it a parent thing?

"All right, I'll be off," Ron turned to face Pandora, and he realized that Xeno had joined them.

"Take care of yourself, Ron," Xeno said as he patted Ron's cheek. "And don't ever fall asleep in the Library. Only Merlin knows what kinds of tiny creatures live inside those old, dusty tomes." Huh?

"Understood," Ron gave a nod, and Xeno looked visibly calmer.

"Be safe," Pandora said, and Ron gave her another hug.

"Thank you for today," Ron whispered as she rubbed his back. "It… It meant a lot…"

"I'm just sorry that we couldn't find any of my old books," Pandora said. Something tells me that Xeno threw them out. He's really against her creating more Spells. "I'll buy a new one and owl it to you."

"I'll be waiting, then," Ron pulled back. I don't know how she's doing it, but she hasn't broken down about my illness even once. Bloody hell, she probably knows that I don't want to see that kind of reaction out of her.

Pandora gave him one last smile, and then she leaned up and kissed his forehead. Ron smiled widely at that, and then he tossed the floo-powder into the fire.

"Professor Snape's Office, Hogwarts," Ron said, and the fire roared to life. "I'll see you both soon."

"Goodbye, Ron," Pandora said, her voice losing some of its aloofness.

Ron left at that, deciding not to make things harder for Pandora by lingering about. She was clearly struggling by the end, and he knew that she wasn't in a position to bottle up her emotions. Even still, the fact that she had held herself back from grieving in front of him just for his sake meant the World to Ron. He didn't want to see another person suffer because of his conditions, and he definitely didn't want that person to be Pandora.

"Ron," came Snape's icy voice just as Ron entered the man's Office. "You've been gone all day." Uh-oh.

"I was with Family," Ron explained, and Snape cocked an eyebrow. "C'mon, Sir… They want to spend more time with me, but I keep insisting that I need to be here."

"I see," Snape said, and then he beckoned Ron over.

"Is everything all right?" Ron asked as he took his usual seat. "You seem… annoyed…"

"Albus has asked me to speak to Carey, Clara, and Samantha tonight," Snape replied.

"Really? That's great," Ron perked up.

"Is it?" Snape asked. "Samantha Selwyn's parents are both Death-Eaters, and if the Dark Lord is indeed reaching out to his old allies, then they are both already working for him. Carey and Clara will make for good recruits, but Samantha could be a liability."

"She hates her parents," Ron pointed out.

"When push comes to shove, you'd be surprised at the idiotic choices that people make," Snape whispered coldly. "Never underestimate Familial ties, Ron. These Pure-Bloods were all raised to put Family first, and when the future becomes an uncertainty, they seek comfort in what they were taught to do." Is that why Blaise won't turn on his mother? Deep down, he still wants to put his Family first?

"Samantha is intelligent," Ron decided to defend his friend. "And she's also very close with her friends." Very, very close. "If she has to chose between them or her parents, then I think that she'll choose her friends."

"After our meeting, I will hold all four of you back," Snape told Ron. "I will tell them about the Dark Lord's return, and then I will give them the chance to become the Order's latest recruits. You will help me keep them in line."

"In line?" Ron asked.

"They hold you in high regard, but more importantly, they fear your anger," Snape said.

"Ah, I see," Ron said. "You want to show them that I'll hurt them if they do something stupid."

"Does that bother you?" Snape asked.

"Well, you're basically using me as a thug," Ron replied. And I like the Triumvirate. I'd rather work with them than force them to work under me.

"Don't let your pride get in the way of results," Snape frowned a little. "And I am not using you as a 'thug', I am asking you to keep your eyes on them. We are taking a big risk by letting these girls in on the truth, and if we can limit that risk in any way, then it's our duty to do so."

"Fair enough," Ron agreed. "I guess it'll be nice to have some help in my task of protecting Slytherin House from the Dark Lord's influence."

"We both already agreed to bring them on board," Snape said. "Which means that it falls to us to keep them in check. Many in the Order will not be happy that more Slytherins are joining up, and since these girls were selected whilst still being at Hogwarts, we need to make sure that they prove their worth."

"If they do poorly, then the Order will be more skeptical about Slytherin recruits moving forward," Ron nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, Sir, we'll make this work."

"Good," Snape relaxed in his chair.

"Shouldn't the Headmaster join us?" Ron asked.

"He's in Russia," Snape replied. Russia?

"Um… Why?" Ron asked, and Snape looked at the clock on the wall.

"I suppose we have time now," Snape said to himself, and then he looked back to Ron. "Listen carefully, Ron, this is very important information."

Ten Minutes Later

"You let him go off alone?" Ron couldn't believe this. "Again? And why am I only hearing about this now, Sir? If the Russian Ministry is indeed helping the Dark Lord, then we need to up our game."

"Firstly, Albus is not going to be alone," Snape started. "Secondly, we don't know the Russian Minister's motives for making her own people disappear, so until we learn more, there's no point in discussing this. And lastly, Albus has friends within the Russian Ministry, and they came directly to him with their suspicions."

"Can they be trusted?" Ron asked. "What if this is all an elaborate trap?"

"Luka Yahontov is a war hero, and he has hunted down more Dark Wizards than even Rufus Scrimgeour," Snape replied. "Believe me, that man is not someone that you can underestimate." I have to meet this person, then.

"So Luka Yahontov doesn't trust his own Minister?" Ron asked.

"Samara has a history-" Snape started, but a knock on the door stopped him. "The others are here."

Snape flicked his wand at the door, but nothing happened. For a moment, Snape looked genuinely angry, but he quickly regained his composure. He's struggling to cast Non-Verbal Magic with his new wand?

"Ron, the door," Snape said curtly.

Ron got out of his chair, and then he walked over to the door. I could just use my own wand, but I don't want to make him feel bad. Ron opened the door, and he came face to face with the Triumvirate and their delegates.

"Hello," Ron smiled at the girls.

"Ron, you're already here," Carey said smoothly. "Good. I was worried that you had forgotten about this meeting."

"And miss out on this little scheming session?" Ron chuckled, which made Clara smile widely. "Never."

Ron moved aside, and one by one, the other Slytherins entered the Office. Other than Atif, who had a running deal with Ron, the delegates didn't seem very pleased to see him. They don't mind kissing my arse when it suits them, but when they think that I don't deserve to be somewhere, they give me the cold shoulder. I swear that behavior like this is exactly why the other Houses hate us. Two-faced bastards, the lot of them.

Once everyone was in the Office, Ron closed and locked the door. He then made his way over to Clara's side, and she shot him a subtle wink. I hope Snape doesn't scare them too much.

"Sir, before we begin," Martha Hopkirk started. "Can I just say that it's great to have you back? We've all missed your guidance and support, and now that you're back, we're excited to plan out Slytherin's future alongside you." Wow. I'm sure Snape will approve of this sad attempt to curry favor from him. Oh, wait… He won't.

"Good, then you can start by explaining your year's pathetic performance during the last term," Snape demanded, and all three fifth years tensed. Oh, shit. He's not wasting any time, is he? "Only one of you made it into the Year-Based Tournament's second stage, while all the other years put on a worthy showing. Why?"

Septimus Smith, Arthur Belmont, and Martha Hopkirk exchanged looks, and then Septimus stepped forward.

"We have no excuse," Septimus owned up, he knew better than to make up lies in front of Severus Snape. "Most of us are focusing on our O. W. Ls this year-"

"Samantha won the seventh years' tournament," Snape cut in. "She has N. E. W. Ts this year. Try again."

Septimus shifted in his spot a bit, and Ron began feeling a little sorry for him. Just admit that you were all lazy, and he might spare you. Don't bother making up lies, because trust me; he can look into your head whenever he wants.

"Nothing to say?" Snape sneered from his chair. "Fine, then I'll say it for you. You three are just as lazy as the rest of your year, and now that I'm back, I will be watching you lot personally. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," all three fifth years replied.

"You will meet your House Point quotas, you will display skill worthy of Slytherin House within the Tournaments, and you will cease questioning the Triumvirate's decisions," Snape said harshly. "You three can be replaced, remember that."

"Yes, Sir," they replied again.

"Get out," Snape hissed, and even Ron was taken aback. "Get. Out. Now. You will be allowed back into the fold when you prove your worth."

The three fifth years quickly turned around and left the room, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Snape looked to the sixth years. They all tensed visibly, while Ron fought the urge to start laughing. He fucked them up! Oh, that was great!

"What's your excuse for failing at the Tournament?" Snape asked the sixth years.

"We don't have one," Jack Hughes replied. "But I will say that we've been meeting our quotas, and we went further in the Tournament than the fifth years."

Snape eyed the tall boy, and then he gave a curt nod.

"I expect a better showing in the Group Tournament from your year," Snape said, and they all nodded. "Now, let's discuss what happened in my absence." Snape then looked to Ron. "You did well, Ronald. I'm glad that at least one person was competent enough to take on a leadership role."

"The Triumvirate helped me a great deal," Ron said, while Jack and Maria barely held back their jealousy.

"I beg to differ," Snape looked to the Triumvirate. Huh? "You let Marcus Flint undermine you for weeks, and then, you three did nothing when he tried to turn the House against you. Why?"

"We didn't want to cause a larger rift by starting a fight with him," Carey replied. You mean you didn't have the guts to fight back…

"You failed to act," Snape corrected her. "You failed in your duty, and a third year had to pick up the slack. This will not happen again, because if it does, I will remove your Triumvirate status myself." Bloody hell. Is he always this harsh during these meetings?

"Yes, Sir," the Triumvirate said together.

"I will speak to Mr. Flint myself," Snape added. "The Triumvirate and the Quidditch Team will make peace, and we will not be divided going forward." Which will help the Triumvirate and I to operate in peace. "Ronald, you will also make your peace with Mr. Flint." Damn.

"I understand," Ron agreed.

"I also want the quotas for each year, except the first years, to be raised by twenty points," Snape told them all. Twenty?! We barely get given House Points anymore!

"Twenty, Sir?" Clara asked. "We are already struggling to meet our quotas because the Professors don't give us the House Points that we deserve. They don't want the gap to increase any further."

"Let me worry about the other Professors," Snape said coldly. "The first years can no longer keep carrying this House on their backs. Ronald will ease up on them for now, while the rest of you will pick up your slack." He doesn't want the first years working as hard as they do? Softie. "I also expect the second years to perform better this term, so have the third year delegates crack down on them."

"We'll talk to them tonight," Carey said.

"Good," Snape said curtly. "Now, one last thing… Ronald will continue to serve as the Triumvirate's second. He has my complete support." Don't grin, Ron. Play it cool.

"With all due respect, Sir," Jack Hughes spoke up. "Weasley is a third year, and his appointment over us goes against traditions. Traditions that have been in place for hundreds of years."

"As long as I am your Head of House, Slytherin will reward merit over traditions," Snape said coldly. "Not one of you stepped up, but a third year did, and so, said third year will be rewarded for it. If you want to regain my favor, you will do better to work for it rather than hide behind 'traditions'."

"No one would have to step up if it weren't for Weasley's brothers, Sir," Maria pointed out.

"And what did I do to said brothers?" Ron spoke up. "Oh, that's right… I had them suspended, and I devastated the Gryffindor Hourglass in the process. What did you do, Cortez?"

Maria Cortez said nothing, but Ron could tell that she was pissed. This won't blow over easily, I think. Oh, well. If push comes to shove, I'll just break some of her bones. That'll keep her in her place.

"You three are dismissed," Snape said to the sixth years, his eye lingering on Atif. He still wants me to keep praising him to the Triumvirate… Well, I'll do that when he decides to speak to his fellow delegates on my behalf. He just stood there quietly throughout the entire meeting.

The sixth years left quietly, while Ron and the Triumvirate stayed in their spots. Time for the moment of truth. If they don't take this well, then I'll guard the door while Snape Obliviates them.

Twenty Minutes Later

Ron waited by the door while Snape spoke to the girls, and judging from their bewildered expressions, Ron figured that they were genuinely shocked. It was odd seeing them like this for a change, but Ron knew better than to make a comment about it.

Snape hadn't really told them all that much, mostly because the girls couldn't be trusted just yet. He had told them that the Dark Lord had returned to England, and that Albus Dumbledore had reformed the Order in order to combat the Dark Lord and his forces. Oh, and Snape had told them that his injuries were the direct result of this shadowy conflict.

"Why are you telling us this?" Samantha spoke up, ending the Triumvirate's silence.

"Because you three have been chosen by Albus Dumbledore," Snape replied.

"Chosen for what?" Clara asked.

"The Order of the Phoenix… The Headmaster wants us to join it," Carey replied for Snape, who gave a curt nod.

"The Dark Lord is building his army, and the Headmaster is building his," Snape said. "You three are intelligent and capable, which makes you ideal recruits for both sides. I do not wish to see you end up in the Dark Lord's clutches, and so I spoke to the Headmaster on your behalf." I did that, but whatever.

"What if we don't want to join the Order?" Carey asked slowly.

"Then I will Obliviate you, and you can go back to living in ignorance," Snape replied. "This will, however, lead to you being branded by the Dark Lord eventually. Your parents will be killed due to their heritages, with the exception of the Selwyns, and you three will be forced into servitude." A little blunt, but he's not one to beat around the bush.

"You're really a part of the Order?" Samantha asked Snape. "I've heard differently from my parents."

"I was a spy for the Order, but my cover was compromised," Snape replied. "I can no longer spy for the Order, which is why I don't feel the need to hide behind a façade anymore."

"And the Ministry has no idea about any of this?" Clara asked.

"A handful of trustworthy people have been informed," Snape replied. "You three will never speak of the Order to anyone. Is that clear?"

The girls exchanged looks, and once again, Ron got the feeling that they were speaking telepathically. They've all but forgotten that I'm even here.

"Why is the Order recruiting from Slytherin?" Carey asked Snape. "During the last war, Slytherin was run by the Dark Lord himself."

"The Headmaster deeply regrets that," Snape replied. "Far too many young witches and wizards lost their lives because the staff of Hogwarts wrote them off for being sorted into Slytherin. This time, however, things will be different. You three are the first of the Slytherin students to be approached, and if you join up and prove your worth, then others will be approached as well."

"You want us to prove Slytherin House to the Order?" Clara asked.

"Essentially, yes," Snape replied. "The Order is comprised mostly of old Gryffindors, and they mistrust all Slytherins by default. I need you three to show them a different side of Slytherin, and in doing so, help save a lot of lives. Your Housemates will be involved in the upcoming war, but where they end up depends on you three."

"That… is a lot of responsibility," Samantha looked to her friends. "What of my parents? We both know whom they serve, Sir… The Selwyn Name depends on me…"

Ron drew in a deep breath, while Snape just stared at Samantha. Don't choose poorly, Samantha. Please.

"Do you wish to fight against your Housemates?" Snape asked. "Are you that committed to your parents?"

"Sammy…" Clara whispered. "Don't."

"This is a lot to take in," Samantha said. "I don't really care much for my parents, but the Family Name… That does mean something to me."

"Can we have some time to think about this?" Carey interrupted, her eyes darting towards Samantha.

"You can have one day," Snape replied. "I expect an answer tomorrow." Yeesh…

The girls slowly turned to leave, but when they saw Ron, all three of them looked jarred. Wow… They literally forgot that I was here.

"Is he a part of the Order?" Clara turned to face Snape. "He's thirteen! What's the matter with you people?! He shouldn't be put in such a situation!" Okay… I wasn't expecting that reaction. Even Carey and Samantha look a little bothered.

"Ronald is not a part of the Order," Snape said curtly. Ouch. "His Family, however, are… They told him and his siblings everything, and when the time comes, they'll be fighting against the Dark Lord."

"Why is he here?" Samantha asked.

"Because unlike anyone else in Slytherin, Ronald has faced the Dark Lord," Snape replied. What the fuck?! Why would he tell them that?!

"You've faced him…?" Carey shot Ron a slightly scared look. "When…?"

"End of first year," Ron replied, deciding to go with it. "That's how I really ended up in a coma. The Dark Lord shattered my body during the encounter."

"Shattered…?" Clara paled.

"Ronald has been working to change Slytherin House's reputation ever since then, and you three will need his help," Snape said. "If you ever need to discuss anything relating to Order business, go to him directly."

"You trust him," Samantha couldn't help but notice.

"More than most," Snape replied, and Ron fought the urge to do a happy dance. Play it cool, Ron… Play it cool. "I'm sure that you three have more questions, but dinnertime is almost upon us. Think about where you want to be over the next few years, and then think about what this war means for you." Snape then looked to Ron. "Escort them to the Great Hall, Ronald. They are your responsibility now."

Ron gave a nod, and then he opened the door.

"Let's go," Ron said, and very slowly, the Triumvirate began to follow him out. They're going to pull me into an abandoned room first. I bet they're dying to know more about everything.

It didn't take long before Ron felt Carey's hand on his shoulder, and it guided him towards the closest classroom. Ron went with them quietly, mostly because he wanted them to join the Order. It's not really my style to let people drag me along, but I like these girls, and I want them to have a future. I'll answer their questions, and I'll even show them my scars if need be.

"Start talking," Carey said, while Samantha and Clara sealed off the room.

"Ask me a question first," Ron said calmly, and the girls surrounded him.

"Why was the truth about your coma hidden?" Samantha asked.

"Because the Dark Lord breached Hogwarts," Ron replied. "The truth would have caused a panic, and a lot of people would have made stupid decisions going forward. The Headmaster asked me to lie for him, and so, I lied."

"So there was never any Dark Ritual?" Carey asked.

"No," Ron replied, and then, he pulled his left sleeve back.

The looks of shock and revulsion wounded Ron a little, especially when Clara stepped back with a horrified look. But then, she quickly seized his arm in order to inspect the scars more closely. What is she doing?

"Your other scars…" Clara whispered to herself, her fingers trailing the scars. "The Dark Lord did this to you?" She's… She's not disgusted by them? She's even touching them.

Ron looked to Carey and Samantha, and both girls looked equally interested. Wow… Maybe I'm just too insecure about these?

"Ron?" Samantha called. "Did he do this to you?"

"He did," Ron broke out of his thoughts. "He broke most of my bones, and then he left me for dead. Madam Pomfrey and the Heads of Houses spent all night fixing me up, but they couldn't heal the scars. Too much Dark Magic, you see…"

"Why are you showing us these?" Carey asked, her voice strained.

"Because I want you to take a good look at what the Dark Lord is capable of," Ron replied. "I was eleven, and he tried to murder me nonetheless. Hell, Harry Potter was a baby, and the Dark Lord tried to kill him too. That's the enemy that we're up against. Nothing is sacred to him, and he doesn't give a fuck about anything but himself." Ron then drew in a deep breath. "You three have been given a great opportunity here, and you need to take it. Don't end up in the Dark Lord's camp… You won't survive for long if you have to answer to that madman."

"There's still so much that doesn't make sense…" Samantha rubbed her forehead.

"I understand," Ron said patiently, ignoring the fact that Clara was still touching his scars. "But just think about this… Do you want the people in this House to die?"

"What?" Clara muttered, her hands coming to a halt.

"Say whatever you want about the Headmaster, but even you three must understand that he cares about the students of this school," Ron clarified. "Sure, he favors the Gryffindors, and he doesn't really approach us Slytherins, but he doesn't see anyone as cattle. The Dark Lord, however, doesn't share the Headmaster's values. To him, we're all just pieces that he can control, and he has no issues with killing off his pieces."

"I don't want to see my Housemates die," Ron went on. "Even people like Flint… The Order is our best hope, but if we don't show the Order that Slytherin House can be trusted, then a lot of our Housemates will look for protection elsewhere."

"They'll join the Dark Lord," Carey nodded in understanding. "Merlin, Ron… Have you really been fighting to protect all of Slytherin all along?"

"Yes," Ron admitted, and the three girls just stared at him. "I built my study group to show the younger Slytherins that they don't have to hate people who are different. I'm fighting to win the House Cup because I want to prove Slytherin's might to the World, and in doing so, show the Order that they need intelligent young witches and wizards on their side. I even fought to take over the House because I want to influence people to be more tolerant. I've also gained a lot of influence and fame in the outside World in order to become someone that the Order can trust down the line." Ron then let out a tired breath. "I don't want to see my Housemates die, but I can't keep doing everything by myself anymore…"

"That's a lot of responsibility for a thirteen year old, Ron," Clara said softly. My life isn't important, but everyone else's is. My job is to end the Cycles, and my dream is to save as many lives as possible along the way.

"It had to be someone, and as Fate would have it, I became that someone," Ron shrugged. "But saying that… I also have to tell you three that I'm sick. Very sick."

"Sick?" Carey repeated, and then she looked to Clara and Samantha. "We know that, Ron."

"No, you don't," Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "The Dark Lord's assault didn't just break my body, it also damaged my brain. Permanently."

Carey, Samantha, and Clara all paled, and Ron felt Clara's hands tighten around his left wrist. Ow! Ease up there, Clara.

"I was then diagnosed with Chronic Stress, mostly due to my responsibilities," Ron went on. "This Chronic Stress has slowly made my brain damage worse, and last week, I found out that I only have a couple of years left."

"Gods…" Samantha muttered under her breath, while Carey and Clara looked genuinely shaken to the core.

"I need your help," Ron pushed forward. "I'll be dead soon, but the other Slytherins still have a chance. Over the next six months, I want you three to help me as much as you can, and after you join the Order, I want you to look after future recruits. My friends will take over my duties within the House once I'm gone, but until that happens, I'll keep fighting to make sure that people stay away from the Dark Lord's camp."

The school bell suddenly went off, and all three girls jumped because of it. Shit, they're completely rattled. Maybe I should ease up a little? But not before I speak to Samantha.

"Samantha, don't contact your parents," Ron said to the raven-haired witch. "They're already on the Dark Lord's side, and if they aren't, then they will be before long. Don't throw your life away for a Name."

Samantha said nothing, and after shooting Carey and Clara a meaningful look, she turned around and left the room. What was that?

"I'll go talk to her…" Carey all but whispered, her eyes fixed on Ron's face. "I'm… I'm very sorry to hear about your health, Ron. Can we talk more later?"

"Sure," Ron gave a nod, and Carey slowly drifted out of the room. It's weird seeing them like this… I don't like it.

Ron looked to Clara, and he found her staring at the scars on his left forearm.

"Clara?" Ron called, and she slowly looked up.

"You haven't told us everything yet, have you?" she whispered.

"I've told you more than I've told most," Ron said. "And I did it because my secrets aren't worth your lives. Sure, I hate feeling this… vulnerable… But it's nothing compared to how I'll feel if you three die."

Clara let go of his wrist, a distant look on her face.

"I… I need to go talk to Carey and Samantha…" Clara muttered, and just like that, she was gone.

Ron waited around for a few moments, his own mind reeling from opening up so much. This is for the best, Ron, even if it feels terrifying right now. Just look at how your siblings and friends reacted… They proved you wrong, didn't they? Ron drew in a deep breath, and then, he left the classroom behind. What's done is done. I need to focus on what's ahead.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: And there it is! I hope you guys enjoyed that, because I certainly enjoyed writing it! Also, I know that the ending was a bit abrupt, but I'm busy over the next couple of days, and I figured that I'd finish the chapter a little early in order to publish it.

I'll see you guys in a week, or so.

Stay safe, and may Slaanesh protect you!