Fate

by TheTrueSpartan

When Ron discovers that he can see the future, his entire fate is thrown off of its course. A story about adventure, friendship, growing up, and pushing forward through hardships. This story will get darker as it progresses, just like the original Harry Potter novels. It will cover all Seven Years of Hogwarts, but mostly from Ron's perspective. No Mary Sues, no Character bashing.

122. Chapter 122 - Wrath

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 122 is finished! Now, it's a bit shorter than the last few, but only because I cut out the Slytherin parts because I wanted to keep the focus on Ron for this one.

Please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not intend to make any money off of this. Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling , and I take no credit of it whatsoever.

I was also inspired by Demon Eyes Laharl's: THE RED KNIGHT! and also from Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES! I hope you check them out as well because they are genuinely very good stories.

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!

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Fate

Chapter 122 – Wrath

Amelia Bones' POV

Wednesday 3rd February, 1994 (Diagon Alley – Night)

Fifty-nine people were confirmed dead, and over twice that number were left with severe injuries.

St. Mungo's Healers were in for a rough night; there was no doubt about that.

"Ma'am," came Gawain's voice, and Amelia slowly looked away from Rufus' still features. "The Minister has called for a public address-"

"What?" Amelia interrupted, the dead had yet to lose their warmth.

"He wants to cover his hide," Gawain lost all formality. "He has ordered me to escort you to the Ministry." He would dare order my own Aurors to 'escort' me? He fears that I will out him for the incompetent fool he is? Good… By the time I'm finished, Fudge will be remembered as Magical Britain's most foolish Minister.

Amelia felt her chest tighten with rage; she would not rest until Fudge and his toad were locked away in Azkaban.

"Take care of him until I return," Amelia said as she stood up, shooting one last look at her best friend. I'm so sorry, Rufus… You deserved better than this. I should have protected you from the likes of Fudge.

"I won't leave his side, Ma'am," Gawain promised. "Before you go, though… There is something that you need to know."

"What is it?" Amelia asked, her voice devoid of life.

"Before Rufus sacrificed himself… He gave Alastor Moody his Head-Auror badge," Gawain said, and Amelia felt her heart ache again. "He wanted Moody to take up the mantle, Ma'am, and I think we should honor that."

"If Alastor wishes to return to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, then he will be welcomed back with open arms," Amelia agreed. Rufus has never led me astray when it comes to such things, I will not lose faith in him now. "Anything else, Gawain?"

"Albus Dumbledore… It's not looking good, Ma'am," Gawain reported. "They're saying that his internal organs have third degree burns… At his age, a lot of Healers are just waiting for him to pass away." Gods…

"The old man is powerful beyond compare, he will not abandon us in our hour of need," Amelia said, though she didn't really believe her own words. "Station the Aurors within St. Mungo's, no one gets to Albus Dumbledore without our permission."

"I'll get the word out, Ma'am," Gawain gave a nod, and then he looked to Rufus' body. "You should go. I'll take care of him."

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Wednesday 3rd February, 1994 (The Ministry of Magic – Night)

"The bravery of the Ministry's Aurors cannot be questioned," Fudge went on, the Atrium was filled with reporters and concerned citizens. "Nor can anyone question the bravery of our Russian and French allies. It is more important than ever that we all come together as brothers and sisters touched by the gift of Magic, with no-"

"What of the Vampires?!" someone in the crowd interrupted. "Why did the Ministry aggravate them while there were civilians within Knockturn Alley? Why didn't the Ministry take more time to evacuate the bystanders?"

Umbridge puffed up immediately, she had made sure to place herself right next to the Minister, shunting Amelia off into the back. Let them have these pathetic little 'victories', they will be thrown out of the Ministry soon enough. Amelia was no longer planning to wait; she would get everything in order by the end of the week. The sooner they're gone, the sooner we can start serving the people again. I will wash away the filth that has infected our Ministry; I swear it, Rufus.

"They were asked to end their reign of terror, but they-" Fudge started.

"There are rumors that Albus Dumbledore urged you, the Minister, to negotiate a truce with the Vampires within Knockturn Alley," Rita Skeeter cut in. "Is it true that you refused to listen to his wise counsel because some unnamed Vampire threw a piece of dung at you?" How does she know this? Most of this raid was planned behind closed doors.

Fudge just stared at Skeeter; he was clearly trying to come up with a plausible lie. As for Amelia, it had taken her but a few seconds to realize that Lucius Malfoy, who had been whispering in Fudge's ear from the start, had told Rita Skeeter of Fudge's incompetence. No one involved in those meetings would out the Minister… And none of them control a portion of the Daily Prophet's shares. Why? Why would he go after Fudge like this? Isn't Fudge his puppet?

"The Vampires had no intention of negotiating-" Fudge started.

"But how do you know that for certain?" Skeeter asked, her Magical Quill constantly taking notes. "As far as I've heard, no meeting between the Vampires and Ministry Officials was arranged. They were told to leave, and within a day, the Ministry sent its Aurors in to-"

"Hem hem," Umbridge suddenly cleared her throat, and every eye darted towards her. "Are you, and I certainly hope that I'm wrong, blaming the Ministry for this, Ms. Skeeter?"

"Yes," Skeeter replied, mimicking Umbridge's false smile. "People have died, and it is my job to find the truth." Skeeter then looked to Fudge, ignoring the appalled woman in pink. "Minister Fudge, why did you not heed Albus Dumbledore's advice? Is it because his reputation intimidates you?"

Even Amelia was astounded by the reporter's gall; Malfoy must've paid her well to turn the reporters against Fudge so brazenly. What is going on here? What is Lucius Malfoy up to? Before she could get her answers, however, she suddenly felt a firm hand take her by the elbow.

"Bones," Crouch whispered. "A word?"

"Crouch?" Amelia whispered back, looking to the disheveled wizard. "Crouch… What's happened? Why do you look like you just ran here?"

"I need to talk to you," Crouch whispered, there was a hint of panic in his voice. "We've lost contact with Azkaban…"

Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief, a very grim picture was already beginning to form in her head. The Vampires were a distraction…

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Wednesday 3rd February, 1994 (Azkaban – Night)

From the moment they had arrived on the island via Portkey, Amelia's heartbeat had slowed to a crawl.

The Dementors were all gone, and if that wasn't bad enough, none of them could hear a damn sound coming from inside the prison. Crouch led the way inside, while Amelia and the other Ministry Officials followed behind with their wands drawn. The Minister was still fighting off the reporters, but once this got out, Fudge would be out of Office within the week.

"How did this happen?" Amelia asked Crouch, but the man held his grave silence. This had to be the Dark Lord… He's crippled the Ministry without even leaving the shadows.

A shudder passed through her, they had all forgotten that the Dark Lord's main source of strength was his intellect, not his control over Magic. Dumbledore on his deathbed, Rufus dead, Knockturn Alley completely destroyed, Azkaban conquered, and his loyalists free… All in one day. Gods help us all.

They entered the mess hall, and Amelia immediately looked to the only fireplace within Azkaban. It was used recently… The prisoners must have escaped through it.

"Search this entire prison!" Crouch ordered the lower Ministry Officials; he was shaking with anger. "Go now! Find the Death-Eaters!" I don't think they're here, Crouch. By now, they are no doubt reunited with their Master.

Her lungs felt full of water, and she could hear her heart beating in her ears. She was going to have a panic attack, and she hadn't had one of those since the Great War. Rufus… I need you back… Why did you leave me?!

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Thirty Minutes Later

"Here," Crouch offered her a glass of water; she was currently resting her mind in the mess hall.

"Thank you…" Amelia managed, and then she chugged the water down. "Have you contacted the Minister?"

"He should be here shortly," Crouch said distantly, his life's work had just been undone.

"Who got out?" Amelia asked, though she didn't want to hear the answer.

"The Lestrange brothers, Rookwood, Travers, Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange…" Crouch listed, looking a century older. "Mulciber…" Oh, no.

"How? How did this happen?" Amelia couldn't help but ask. "The only way onto the island is via Portkey, and even then, this place is… was… crawling with Dementors. They would have sensed a new soul within a heartbeat." Amelia then leaned forward to whisper. "Was this an inside job?"

"No, it wasn't," Crouch replied. "We've accounted for all the guards who were on duty… They're all dead, and the ones who aren't are the ones who reported Azkaban's lack of communication. Someone figured out a way to get onto the island via the ocean."

"The Dementors attack every boat that draws too close," Amelia stated.

"A powerful Vampire wouldn't need a boat," Crouch said, and Amelia just stared at him. "Isn't it odd that the break-in happened exactly when the raid on Knockturn Alley took place?" He's too sharp not to notice… We need to bring him into the fold as soon as possible. We need his mind now that we've lost Rufus'.

The thought caused her physical pain; she couldn't imagine a Ministry without her friend by her side. We both joined side-by-side, eager to bring about real change and push back the Dark Lord's forces… And now, he's gone. Killed by his own Minister's stupidity.

"Someone has played us all for fools, Bones," Crouch said, his eyes darting around the empty mess hall. "Lucius Malfoy was certainly keen on inciting the raid, wasn't he?"

"Not here," Amelia said quickly. "Malfoy's eyes and ears exist in every corner controlled by the Ministry, Crouch, you know this."

"A fucking Death-Eater is running my country into the ground…" Crouch snarled, the veins in his neck were popping out.

"What of the other prisoners?" Amelia asked, trying to change the subject. "I noticed that the fireplace was used recently, and since it can't be used to come into Azkaban, it goes without saying that some prisoners used it to escape."

"The top levels are filled with corpses," Crouch replied. "They tore each other, and themselves, apart. Merlin, Bones… So many of them dashed their own skulls open against the walls."

"Mulciber…" Amelia paled. "He made them all kill each other?" Even in his weakened state, he cast such a powerful Imperius Curse?

"The lower levels didn't have that many casualties," Crouch replied. "Over thirty prisoners escaped using the fireplace, but we're still doing a headcount, so for all we know, a lot more than thirty escaped."

"My Aurors are injured, and those who aren't are watching over Dumbledore," Amelia said. "Damn it all to hell… The Ministry's finished."

"The Minister is finished," Crouch corrected. "The Ministry must endure, Bones. Who else will track down the escapees? Who else will bring in order after what's happened today?" Crouch then pinched the bridge of his nose. "We might even lose Dumbledore… We're neck-deep in shit, and no one brought a shovel."

Amelia suddenly noticed Fudge, and his entourage of clowns, marching into the mess hall, looks of utter shock and horror written on their faces.

"The ones who've buried us in said shit are here," Amelia whispered, and Crouch turned around with a deep frown. "Control, Crouch, we just need to wait for Fudge to be thrown out of Office. After that, we'll send them all packing."

"Good fucking riddance," Crouch muttered under his breath.

"Barty, tell me that they didn't escape," Fudge panted, his chubby red face showed his desperation to everyone within the mess hall. You're done, you fool! Just you wait; I'll honor Rufus by throwing you out on your fat arse!

Crouch just sneered at Fudge, and Amelia decided to step in.

"Over thirty prisoners are in the wind," Amelia said, her tone barely contained. "The Dementors have also left Azkaban behind, and we have no idea where they went."

"They would abandon their posts?" Umbridge hissed, her usually 'sweet' demeanor completely forgotten.

"They are wild beasts," Crouch grit out, his eyes fixed on a shrinking Fudge. "The day you got elected over me, I begged you to secure this prison. I begged you to put some of the Ministry's funds into securing this prison further, but you ignored my advice in order to buy yourself an Order of Merlin: First Class."

Amelia nearly cringed at the memory; she had half a mind to murder Fudge right here and now.

"The… The Death-Eaters all escaped…?" Fudge managed to squeak. He knows he's done for. Good.

"Each of them is more dangerous than you can process, and now, they're all in the wind," Crouch replied. "You're finished, Fudge… You're fucking finished."

"Mind your tone!" Umbridge snapped. "You forget your place, Crouch!" What?!

"It is you who has forgotten her place," Amelia stepped in. "You are a bootlicker, Umbridge, nothing more. Crouch is the man who kept the Ministry alive during the Great War. How about you mind your tone?" Fuck it! I don't care about politics right now! I will have vengeance for Rufus!

The lower Ministry Officials slowly started to back away, they knew better than to stand around when the higher ups were fighting.

"Cornelius, you cannot tolerate this insubordination!" Umbridge all but shrieked. "They are completely out of line, and must be punished!"

"I…" Fudge started, and then he cleared his throat. "I am your Minister, and you will-"

Crouch suddenly moved into Fudge's face, silencing the oaf before he could muster any real courage.

"Go on," Crouch all but challenged. "Push me today, Fudge… See how it ends for you."

"Is that a threat?!" Umbridge demanded. "Cornelius, they are threatening you!"

"He has ears, you toad," Amelia frowned at the nasty woman. "He doesn't need you commentating on everything in that offended tone of yours."

"Do you want to lose your jobs?!" Umbridge demanded.

"If you think you can fire either of us after what you've just done, then you are a bigger fool than I originally thought," Amelia scoffed, and then she looked into Fudge's desperate eyes. "You refused to listen to Crouch, you refused to listen to me, you even refused to listen to Albus Dumbledore… And yet, when Lucius Malfoy began whispering his poison into your ear, you wasted no time in dancing his tune. I will make sure that everyone knows about this, Fudge, and by the time I'm done, you'll be remembered as the worst Minister of Magic that Britain has ever had."

With her rant over, she barged past Umbridge and Fudge. Incompetent, greedy fools! Crouch followed after her, he looked even more pissed off than before.

"We need to find the Dementors," Crouch said.

"I know," Amelia nodded in agreement. "By now, they've most likely started attacking nearby towns. Can I count on your Department for this, Crouch? Mine needs to focus on subduing errant Vampires and keeping Dumbledore safe."

"You'll have every wand you need," Crouch promised. "What of the escapees?"

"Right now, we need to stop the Dementors from ravaging the countryside," Amelia sighed out, she was suddenly feeling exhausted again. I won't be sleeping for days; I already know it. "Once the Dementors are taken care of, then we'll worry about hunting down the escapees."

"What of the French and Russian Aurors?" Crouch asked. "Can't you ask them to aid us again?"

"I can try, but it took a lot of pull to bring them here in the first place," Amelia replied. "Their Ministries won't be so eager to hand them over right after the disaster in Knockturn Alley." Truth be told, only the Gods can help us now.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Dream Hogwarts

Ron felt his nose shatter as the Entity repeatedly brought down its fist; it was mental how quickly a person could become used to living like this.

Over the last few days, the Entity had made it a habit to torture him every night. It wanted to break Ron's spirit, and it was done trying to be subtle. It was now showing Ron its true colors, but Ron refused to give in. He would not let this thing loose onto the world, nor would he let it control his life.

Death was better than subjugation… Death was better than being powerless.

He could hear the Entity prattling on about owning his soul, but Ron didn't care anymore. He was past the point of caring about anything and everything. There was no light in his life, and quite honestly, he had no use for such a useless thing. He was alone in this world, and some day soon, he would die alone. Just not yet…

"I'm sorry…" Ron mumbled, blood leaking out of his nose and mouth. "Were you saying something? I don't speak 'Cosmic Cunt', I'm afraid…"

The Entity's eyes blazed with bloodlust, and Ron shot it a cheeky grin. My face hurts so much… Why won't you just kill me? Why won't you just end this? Ravenclaw Ron was standing in the background, averting his gaze as usual. Coward… Look at the monster that you serve-

Before he could finish his thought, he felt the 'Arthur Weasley' crush his left ankle beneath his heel. Ron howled in agony, unable to hold in his screams. Gods help him, he wanted to be strong right now, but the screams just wouldn't stop. His left ankle was split in two, and when he tried to crawl away, the Entity crushed his other one.

"Gods…" Ron sobbed; suicide was better than living like this. "Kill me… Someone kill me, please…"

He heard his counterpart walk away, no doubt afraid that the Entity would turn on him next.

"Kill you?" the Entity hissed. "No, Champion… Not yet. First, you will serve us, and only once your duty is complete will We allow you to die." The Entity then smiled at Ron, it's monstrous eyes gleaming with malice. "We will kill you for all of eternity!" Fate… Please… Help me! Why aren't you doing anything about this?!

The Entity suddenly grabbed Ron by the throat, yanking him off of the ground. Ron's throat tried to scream again, but the Entity squeezed his windpipe shut. All Ron could do was flail about, completely helpless and at the mercy of a merciless God.

"Now… Which limb should We take next?" the Entity asked, revealing its dagger-sharp teeth. "We'll let you choose… That sounds fair, doesn't it?"

Ron whimpered as he shut his eyes, how he longed for his mother to hug him in the morning.

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Thursday 4th February, 1994 (The Burrow – Past Midnight)

Ron gagged one last time, completely emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

The moment he was done throwing up, he collapsed on the spot. His head hit the side of the toilet, but he barely felt the impact. His father had once mentioned that people who lost their limbs could still feel them sometimes, and right now, Ron could feel his 'broken' limbs.

The Entity had thrown him back out into the real world when he had lost the ability to form even the most simple of thoughts, but it had made sure that Ron could feel the pain inflicted on him even once he was awake. It wasn't anywhere near as bad, of course, but it was still enough to bring him to tears.

This life was pure torture, and if he had the strength, he would go downstairs and overdose on his Calming Tonics. Too weak… I'm too fucking weak…

His eyes began to close, and with the last of his strength, he curled up into a ball. He didn't want to fall asleep, but he could barely keep his eyes open. It'll be waiting for me… I have to stay awake… I can't fall asleep, no matter what happens. Get up, Ron, and do something about this.

He suddenly felt another presence looming over him, and his eyes shot wide open. Don't hurt me! Please! Without thinking, Ron shot onto all fours, crawling into the nearest corner and curling up into a ball again. There is no escape!

"It's just me," Ravenclaw Ron said gently, kneeling down and putting his hands up in a calming manner. "The Entity's not here, Ron, you can calm down."

"It's everywhere…" Ron mumbled through chattering teeth. "No place is safe… It's coming for me, I can feel it." I'm going to die in this bathroom!

"Take a deep breath," his counterpart tried, but Ron couldn't even if he wanted to.

His breathing was already ragged, and now that he wasn't alone, his mind was starting to spiral in on itself. Why hadn't he thrown himself off of the Astronomy Tower? He wouldn't be suffering right now if he had just mustered the courage to finish it all. Weak… So damn weak!

"Just stop resisting it," Ravenclaw Ron urged. "It's going to kill you if you keep-"

"It'll torture and destroy everything…" Ron shook his head, his knees digging into his chest. "I can't become you… I can't become the monster that destroys the world." Our mission is to protect the innocent, and to punish the wicked. Our Father will take that from Us, and that cannot be allowed.

His muscles began to spasm, causing him an intense amount of pain. He tried to stop his body from hurting itself, but in the end, he decided to let it happen. The wicked deserve to be punished, and We are nothing but wicked.

"A murderer…" Ron coughed out, his throat almost tearing. "A mons… monster…"

Ravenclaw Ron rubbed his face as he let out a long breath.

"Why?" Ravenclaw Ron asked. "Why are you fighting it? It cannot be defied… Sooner or later, all of this resistance will mean nothing. Once you're dead-"

"Once I'm free," Ron blurted out, feeling an insane urge to correct his past self. "Death will be my reward… If it kills me, then I've won." Yes… It can't turn Us into its reflection if We are dead.

"How?" Ravenclaw Ron demanded. "How is dying a victory?"

"I'll die as Ronald Weasley, not as the Entity's puppet," Ron rambled, and his past self went dead quiet. "It wants me to kill everyone, and I'll never be that way. I'll never give up my control." Better to be dead than to live as a slave… Our Father will never own Us. NEVER!

His head turned to the side, cracking his neck without his permission. There is no help coming for Us. We are truly on Our own. We have no real friends and allies.

"And what of the next Cycle?" Ravenclaw Ron asked suddenly, and Ron stilled. "Will the next Ronald Weasley be able to resist its will?"

"There is no escape…" Ron couldn't help but sob. "Only pain…"

"It doesn't have to be this way," Ravenclaw Ron urged. "Please… Just stop this before it goes too far. If you serve it well, it will spare your… our… Family. It might even spare your friends."

A broken laugh escaped Ron's lips, why was his counterpart such a dumb cunt?

"Will Ginny ever look me in the eye again if I become like you?" Ron asked, and this time, his past self was the one who stilled. "She would spit on me… She would fear me. They would all fear me." Ron then began shaking like a leaf caught in a storm. "Only the wicked deserve to be punished, not little girls like Ginny. Not people like my friends. Only people like me. Only people like you."

Ravenclaw Ron said nothing; instead, he sat down with his back pressed against the bathtub. Ron managed a quick look at his past self, he looked rather miserable. Good! Suffer alongside Us, coward!

"So you're just going to let it kill you?" Ravenclaw Ron asked eventually. "After everything you've endured, you're just going to let it all end over something as stupid as 'control'."

"I'll never be powerless again," Ron clutched his legs more tightly. We will never become Ronnie again. That pathetic little fuck! He should be suffering, not Us! "I'll never be looked down at again, not even by a God."

"You are being foolish-" Ravenclaw Ron started.

"You are the fool, not Us," Ron snarled, his demonic eyes locking onto his past self's. "A cowardly slave… Begone, filth!"

His past self burst into flames, but he didn't make a single sound. He just kept staring at Ron as the flames consumed him, and Ron finally realized that there were tears in Ravenclaw Ron's eyes. Pathetic dog… Crawl back to your master.

"Have to stay awake…" Ron whimpered, a mad idea popping into his head. "Pain can keep me awake… The muscle spasms forced me to regain my mind, didn't they?"

He slowly looked at his trembling left hand, and then he willed his claws to reveal themselves. With a terrified sob, Ron pulled his right sleeve back, and before he could change his mind, he dug his claws into his right forearm. The pain sent a jolt of shock right to his brain, and Ron had to bite his tongue in order to stop himself from screaming. Don't stop! Don't fall asleep! It'll get you, Ron… It'll eat you whole!

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Thursday 4th February, 1994 (The Burrow – Early Morning)

He had made a terrible mistake…

After wounding himself, he had crawled up to his own room in order to use Charlie's wand to heal the damage done to his right forearm, but for some reason, his wounds weren't closing. The bleeding had stopped, but the wounds remained behind, hurting constantly as if he was still digging his unnatural claws into himself.

It would have been funny if it weren't so pathetic… Even after the Entity's torture had become nothing more than a terrible memory, it was Ron himself who had dealt the lasting blow. Punish the wicked, Ron… You did good. You did the right thing.

He stepped into the kitchen; feeling like he was a little toddler with scraped knees again. Mum will give me a hug… She'll be kind to me. He looked around with lifeless eyes, hoping to see her standing by the stove.

She wasn't there, and that made Ron's heart sink. What about my hug? I… I want my hug!

He took timid steps towards the dining table; he'd just wait for her until she woke up. Burnt bacon and a hug; I'll just sit here quietly. He took his usual seat, his eyes fixed on the empty table. His right forearm throbbed painfully, and now that he wasn't skulking around, all he could focus on was the pain. Don't start crying again, when will you stop being so pathetic?

His eyes welled up, why wasn't his mother here yet? He was supposed to get a hug from her! She was supposed to show him some fucking affection, the only that he was going to get for the whole day!

"Why do you have to be this way?!" his father suddenly barked in his mind, causing Ron to flinch. "Why couldn't you have turned out more like your siblings?!" All my fault… I let Tracey die because I didn't listen to my gut. Daphne batted her eyes, and I threw away my instincts.

Without thinking, Ron struck the side of his head. IDIOT! Before his mind recovered, Ron struck himself again. Fucking failure! His mind began to feel heavy, as if his brain had just bounced around inside his skull. His vision began to blur, but Ron quickly shook his head. DON'T SLEEP! It'll get you, Ron! It's waiting, and it's hungry!

His eyes darted towards the pantry; he was so close to his Calming Tonics. Mum's not here… I can have as many as I like. As if in a trance, Ron slid out of his chair and began limping towards the pantry. His left hand clutched his right forearm tightly, the pain would keep him awake long enough for him to finish the job. Kill all the wicked, that's Our mission.

Slowly, his timid limp became more and more bold. His shoulders squared up, and his hand let go of his aching forearm. He was about to kill another evil piece of living shit, and that filled him with a familiar sense of purpose. He was about to do his duty, and there was a calming sense of safety in that.

His fingers wrapped around the handle of the door, he was so close that he could already taste the Tonics.

"Ronnie?" his mother called from behind him, and Ron froze in his spot. "Love, why are you awake so early? Even your father hasn't left for work yet."

Ron's eyes flashed red, why would she show up now of all times? Kill her, and take what's Ours. He heard her footsteps get closer and closer, and he had half a mind to tear her throat open as soon as she got within range.

But then, she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, and Ron lost his sense of purpose. Her touch wasn't cruel; it was tender and kind, and Ron didn't want her to let go. His entire body relaxed, and Molly took that as a sign to gently turn him around.

She looked rather tired, as if she hadn't slept a wink last night, though Ron looked no better.

"Ronnie, you look like you haven't slept in days," Molly gasped, and Ron felt a small pang of guilt for making her worry first thing in the morning. "Did you have another nightmare?" It was no nightmare… It was all real.

"Can… Can I have a hug?" Ron asked, and Molly blinked at him. Don't make me beg, please.

"You can have as many as you like," Molly smiled a little before hugging him.

A feeling of calmness and security washed over him, he was safe from the Entity for at least a few more hours. She smells like home. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing the life out of her. I'm in a lot of trouble, mum, and I think I'm going to die soon.

"Ron, you're hurting me…" Molly managed, and he immediately let go and took a step back. Idiot!

His back hit the pantry door, which made him jump from fright. When he finally refocused on his mother, all he saw was how unsettled she looked on his behalf.

"Love, what's happened?" Molly asked, her hands finding his cheeks. "You're starting to scare me… Tell me what's wrong? Please?" It'll kill her first, I think. If I turn into its puppet, it will force me to take her life.

Ron felt a jolt of panic shoot throughout his body; he was never going to let that happen. I can't let it win, no matter what. My mum will die if I don't win this time. He could hear her fretting over him, but his jumbled mind was trying to come up with a plan to fight back against a God in order to protect his Family.

Unfortunately, he could barely string two separate thoughts together without his head hurting. No doubt the Entity planned for this. It's been planning to corner me from the day it escaped from Fate's Spell.

"I'm calling your father," came his mother's voice, and Ron broke out of his thoughts. Why couldn't you have turned out more like your siblings? Look at the pain you cause wherever you go, Ron. You're a natural disaster, destroying everything you touch.

"Please, don't," Ron grabbed her by the hand before she could walk away. "Don't leave… I… I want some bacon…"

Molly looked dumbfounded, and Ron mentally berated himself for sounding like a simpleton. Need something for my nerves. I need a Calming Tonic.

"Molly? Ron?" came his father's voice, and Ron immediately lowered his gaze. "Is everything all right?"

"Um… Of course," Molly looked between Ron and Arthur. "Ron was just hungry, and he wanted me to make him some breakfast." I've turned her into a liar, just like me.

"Then I arrived just in time, didn't I?" Arthur smiled at Ron, but Ron refused to look his father in the eye.

Ron quietly walked back to his seat; his head was starting to hurt because of his overwhelming emotions. He needed his medicine, and he needed it right now. As he sat down, he mustered the courage to ask for a Calming Tonic. He already knew that his parents were going to try and talk him out of it; they had a habit of forcing their opinions onto others without even considering the other person's point of view.

"Mum… Can I have a Calming Tonic?" Ron asked, his voice coming out strained. "Please?"

"Another one, Ron?" Molly asked slowly, he could hear the disapproval in her voice. "You're going through them too quickly, love… It could make you sick." That's not how this Potion works, and you know it.

"Son, you shouldn't have one every day," Arthur said as he sat down. "Professor Snape-"

"He told me that these aren't addictive," Ron all but pleaded. "I just… I need one right now. I'm not feeling well…"

"Oh, look at him, Arthur," Molly couldn't refuse her baby. "Just sit tight, Ron, I'll grab one for you."

Ron felt his shoulders relax at that; maybe he was being too critical because of his stress? Yeah… Daphne always says that I don't think properly whenever I'm-

"Some sleep will do him more good, Molly," Arthur suggested, and Ron immediately gripped his right forearm under the table. I can't sleep until I have a plan!

"Good morning," Bill entered the kitchen. "There you are, Ron."

Bill patted his brother's back, and Ron immediately flinched. He hit the bruise on my back… That really hurt.

"William!" Molly scolded, while Bill immediately looked sorry.

"Um… Sorry, Ron…" Bill muttered, while Ron just kept his eyes fixed on the table.

"I'm getting him a Calming Tonic," Molly said as she entered the pantry, deciding to ignore her husband's words.

"Molly… They're not good for him," Arthur sighed out. "He's had one every day-"

"Please don't force my hand…" Ron whispered, though it was loud enough for everyone to hear. "I can very easily take them, but I'm trying to be polite…"

"Ron," Bill frowned a little, jerking his head towards their shocked father.

"See? He's not well," Molly huffed, and then she walked over to Ron with a Calming Tonic. "Here, Ronnie, I'll make you your favourite again, okay?"

"Thanks, mum," Ron shot her a weak smile, and then he drank down the Calming Tonic before someone could take it from him.

His insides felt cold as it traveled down his gullet, and Ron closed his eyes in order to enjoy the peace washing over him. These Calming Tonics, and the new feeling of his mother's complete love and understanding, were the only things keeping him sane. But for how long? Even I'll break eventually, or worse, the Entity will fully realize that I'll never bow down to it. I must act quickly, but I can't win this fight alone. Perhaps the Headmaster can help me? No… He's already faced the Entity, and he nearly died as a result. I can't put him in danger for my sake, nor can I ask Professor Snape to do the same. The world needs them both, and my needs can't come before everyone else's.

While Ron was lost in his planning, he failed to notice his brother and father staring at him. Neither of them said a word, but they were both unnerved by Ron's change in demeanour. Ron was no longer being timid and skittish; he was sitting in his chair as if it were a throne.

A sudden knocking at the window caught all of their attentions; a Daily Prophet owl was tapping its beak on the window. Molly flicked her wand at the window, opening it Non-Verbally for the owl. It flew in without delay, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet in Arthur's hand.

"Bill, can you give it a treat?" Molly asked, looking back to her cooking.

But before Bill could even get out of his chair, the owl flew off in a hurry. Was it in a hurry? Ron looked towards his father, who was just staring at the copy of the Daily Prophet with wide eyes. He looks… distressed.

"Dad?" Bill seemed to have noticed it as well. "Dad, what's wrong?"

"I… By the Gods…" Arthur muttered, and then he shot out of his chair. "I have to get to work! Don't wait up for me!" What?

"Dad!" Bill called as their father ran out of the kitchen, forgetting his enchanted briefcase.

"Arthur, you forgot your briefcase!" Molly tried, but the sound of the fireplace going off told them all that Arthur was already gone. What did that newspaper say?

A jolt of panic shot through Ron, was the Headmaster hurt during yesterday's raid? The broadcasts had stopped so suddenly, and there had been no news of how the raid had ended. Arthur was too low in the Ministry's hierarchy, and he had been sent home before the 'Golden Barrier' had been brought down.

Bill reached forward and grabbed the Daily Prophet before Ron could, and his eyes shot wide open as well.

"Fuck me…" Bill swallowed thickly, and then he looked towards their frozen mother.

"What's it say, Bill?" Ron asked, the pain in his forearm all but forgotten.

"Azkaban… The Dark Lords Loyalists broke out…" Bill replied weakly. "Dolohov broke out, mum…"

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Neville Longbottom's POV

Thursday 4th February, 1994 (The Great Hall – Breakfast)

The entire student body ate in silence…

Well, most of the student body ate in silence. Flint and his mates were openly laughing as they stuffed their faces; they seemed to be in high spirits because the Headmaster still hadn't returned to Hogwarts. No one really knew how the raid on Knockturn Alley had ended, but the fact that the Heads of Houses were all missing didn't bode well. Other than Flint's gang, and a handful of other students from varying Houses, the students of Hogwarts were all terrified for their goofy, but loveable, Headmaster.

Harry was growing ever more restless, he hadn't stopped frowning since the announcements had first started. It was like he expected Dumbledore to take him to the raid, a thought that terrified Neville. He didn't want to lose his best mate, especially because of Harry's own inability to back down when the people he cared about were in danger.

"Neville," Hermione whispered from his right, and Neville slowly looked to her.

"What is it?" Neville whispered back, and she jerked her head towards Harry.

He was sitting across from them, glaring at Flint's gang with a nasty frown. Merlin, Harry… You know what Flint's like, so you should just ignore him. Even most of his own Housemates are ignoring him.

"Harry, mate… You should eat something today," Neville tried, but Harry didn't say a word in response. "Harry? Are you there?"

"Harry," Hermione called more firmly, and Harry finally looked at his best friends.

"What?" Harry asked curtly. "What do you want?"

Hermione puffed up because of his tone, but Neville bumped his knee against hers in order to stop her from starting a fight. Don't make things harder, Hermione.

"Harry, glaring at Flint isn't going to achieve anything," Neville said. "Just ignore him, everyone else is doing the same."

"Not everyone," Harry said sourly.

"Everyone who isn't a moron is ignoring him," Neville said, hoping to elevate Harry's mood.

It worked, but only enough that Harry went back to his breakfast.

"Neville's right, Harry," Hermione joined in. "Even most of the Slytherins seem irked by his behaviour. Sooner or later, someone is going to bring Flint down a peg."

"I don't see why it can't be us," Harry mumbled, frowning at his meagre breakfast.

"The last thing the Professors need right now is Gryffindor at Slytherin's throat," Hermione said, and Neville nodded his agreement. "Um… Why don't we talk about Quidditch, instead?" What?

"Pardon?" Harry slowly looked up.

"Quidditch?" even Neville couldn't believe that Hermione wanted to talk about Quidditch.

She shot Neville a not-so subtle look, and Neville quickly caught on. Oh, right… We should distract Harry with the upcoming game against Ravenclaw.

"Is Gryffindor ready to beat Ravenclaw on Sunday?" Neville asked, and Harry just gave them dull looks. Not our most subtle moment, I'll grant you that.

"I suppose…" Harry sighed out; he had never meant to make them worry over him. "Oliver has been working us like donkeys, though I can understand why. We can't afford to lose a single game."

"Have you been practising?" Hermione asked. You'd know the answer to that if you ever left your cave of books.

"Constantly…" Harry replied. "Honestly, we can't be more prepared than we already are. Even the twins have been practising constantly, and the twins never take anything seriously."

"You reckon they've heard anything from Ron?" Neville asked. "I know that he's ignoring our letters, but surely, he'd reply to his brothers."

"I don't think he's replying to anyone," Hermione whispered, shooting a quick look at Ginny.

Harry and Neville followed her gaze, and Neville couldn't help but feel dreadful. Ginny was sitting with the second years, but she was on the outskirts and was being ignored by everyone but Colin. It's the second year girls… They're the ones treating her poorly for no apparent reason. Are they jealous of her because of her looks? Hermione mentioned that girls can be very petty sometimes.

"Neville, go invite her here," Harry urged. "She looks so miserable…"

"You know she doesn't want to spend time with us," Neville reminded Harry.

"You mean she doesn't want to talk to Harry and me," Hermione looked equally as miserable as Ginny. "It's been a month… Why won't she give us a chance?" She told me that she's reminded of her own terrible behaviour whenever she looks at Harry and Hermione, and she cant stand that. She wants to be a better sister to Ron, and she wants people to befriend her because they like her, not because they pity her. I can't tell Harry and Hermione this; it would betray Ginny's trust.

Neville let out a sigh; he wished that he had his Gran's intelligence. She could easily figure out what to do, whereas I've been nothing but useless…

"Nev?" Harry called, and Neville broke out of his thoughts. "Mate, I didn't mean to put you on the spot… I'm just worried about her, that's all."

Neville shot Harry a half-smile.

"I know," Neville said, and then he drew in a deep breath. "I've been thinking lately… Maybe I should try and spend more time with her? It might help her out to have a friend, you know? I've heard that the second year girls are spreading rumours about her-"

"It's true," Hermione blurted out, her tone becoming righteous. "They're jealous of her good looks and sporty attitude, and especially because all the boys want to be friends with her. It's pathetic!"

"Volume, Hermione," Neville intervened before she could start her rant in earnest. "We don't need to stand out right now."

"Right… Sorry," Hermione nodded quickly, and then she gave Neville a smile. "I think you should go for it, Neville. It's a very sweet gesture, and I'm sure she'll enjoy your company."

"Really?" Neville wasn't so sure. I'm not exactly as brave as Harry, nor as intelligent as Hermione. If she needs someone watching her back, I'm the last person she should rely on.

"Of course she would," Hermione blinked at him. "You're the kindest person I know, Neville, and she looks like she needs that right now." I am?

Neville slowly looked to Harry, and when he saw his best mate beaming at him in approval, Neville felt his face heat up. They really think that highly of me? Why? I'm the whole reason why we lost Ron in the first place, and now, I'm putting Ginny-

The sound of hooting owls broke his train of thought, and when he looked up, he saw a whole parliament of owls descending into the Great Hall. It was such a bizarre sight that everyone in the Great Hall went wide-eyed; it like every student in Hogwarts had received mail on the same day.

The owls dropped copies of the Daily Prophet in front of every student; the words 'Emergency Announcement' immediately caught Neville's attention. He already knew that something terrible had happened, the Daily Prophet often released similar papers during the Great War. Gran has all of them stored away in her personal vault for the sake of keeping records.

Neville felt his stomach tense up, but that didn't stop him from skimming through the paper.

EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT

Citizens of Magical Britain be warned, Azkaban's worst are now on the loose!

Albus Dumbledore is in critical condition from injuries sustained during the raid on Knockturn Alley, and many Healers have given up hope of him recovering!

Neville decided to read the entire thing properly, but his eyes found their way towards a moving picture, and as soon as he realized whose picture it was, he became frozen in time. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to, and as the blood drained from his face, Neville started feeling lightheaded.

The picture showed a crazed Bellatrix Lestrange; she was laughing and screaming at the cameraman, her legendary viciousness on full display.

This picture was no doubt taken right after she was captured and condemned for torturing Neville's parents into insanity, and the longer he stared at her, the more terrified he felt.

She looked like an unhinged monster, no better than a rabid dog.

His parents' killer had broken out of Azkaban…

How could this even happen?!

Azkaban was supposed to be impenetrable!

Someone was calling his name, but Neville couldn't stop staring into the eyes of the monster that had taken everything from him. Is this what true evil looks like…? I've only ever seen her once, but I was only six years old at the time… Uncle Algie showed me a picture of her in order to frighten me into using Magic… Gran nearly killed him in a fit of rage.

"Neville," Hermione shook him, and Neville let out a scared whimper. "Come on!"

"What's going on…?" Neville managed, his throat had a painful lump inside it.

As Hermione pulled him out of his seat, Neville realized that the Great Hall had been consumed with panic. He could hear people crying over the Headmaster's current state, and those who weren't scared witless over the Headmaster were panicking about the Dark Lord's most loyal.

Deep in Neville's mind, he knew that the Dark Lord was behind their escape.

War was coming, and he finally felt the full gravity of it.

"Neville, please!" Hermione tried to pull him along, and Neville managed to come back because of the distress in her voice.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked, tightening his hold on her hand.

"Harry ran off!" Hermione pointed towards the entrance of the Great Hall. What?! Why?! "Neville, we need to hurry!"

His feet got to work before his mind, and before he knew it, he was cutting a way through the crowd. Hermione was glued to his back, both of her hands holding his in order to not get separated from him. For the first time in his life, he was genuinely annoyed with the Gryffindor mentality. His Housemates had all shot out of their seats, yelling over each other and causing mayhem because of their outrage.

By the time they reached the entrance hall, Neville felt like a bruised apple. Several people had hit him by mistake, and for Hermione's sake, he had taken every blow without stopping even once.

"Where did he go?" Neville asked, rubbing the side of his face with his spare hand.

"Probably went to get his Cloak of Invisibility," Hermione wheezed, someone's elbow had hit her in the ribs. She's hurt?

"Hermione, are you all right?" Neville began to fret, but she pulled him towards the stairs before he could go on.

"We need to hurry, Neville!"

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Ginny Weasley's POV

Thursday 4th February, 1994 (The Entrance Hall – Breakfast)

She had seen Harry run off, and then, she had watched Neville and Hermione give chase.

Ginny didn't want to involve herself in their matters, not when she was so close to getting Ron back, but try as she might, she couldn't stop herself. There were too many reasons to chase after them, but the main one was the fact that Neville's haunted face had lodged itself into her mind. It was no secret anymore that Neville's parents had met a truly horrific fate thanks to Bellatrix Lestrange, and after Ginny had seen the look of terror on his face as he stared at the picture of the escaped Death-Eater; she had decided to talk to him as soon as possible. I started looking at Tom's Diary the same way… It turned my blood into ice whenever I looked at it.

She knew that she was much quicker than Neville and Hermione, and although her muscles ached from her morning run, she didn't plan to stop until she had caught up to them. Step by step, she ran towards Gryffindor Tower, and just as she rounded the corner, which led to her common room; she spotted Hermione giving the Fat Lady the password.

"Neville!" Ginny called as she ran over, the ever-growing boy was bent over and wheezing for air.

"Ginny…?" Neville looked up, while Hermione turned around with a shocked expression.

"Neville, are you okay?" Ginny asked as she came to an abrupt stop at his side. My legs are killing me! "The papers… I'm so sorry."

Neville visibly tensed, but he still tried to give her a weak smile in an effort to stop her from worrying over him.

His attempt to smile failed miserably.

"Harry must be in his room by now," Hermione said, she was holding the portrait open. "We can talk once we stop him from running off."

"She's right…" Neville panted, gesturing Ginny to follow them.

She hesitated, but the look on his face forced her hand. He was clearly distressed, and yet, he was being forced to chase down Harry Potter.

That didn't sit well with Ginny.

They made their way up to the boys' room in a rush, and although Ginny wasn't sure that she should enter, Neville took the choice out of her hands by dragging her inside and locking the door.

Harry stood in the middle of the room, an angry scowl plastered on his face and his Invisibility Cloak in hand.

"Stop right there, Harry James Potter!" Hermione ordered. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm going to go see him," Harry replied shortly. "I knew something was wrong, and the Daily Prophet just confirmed-"

"And what exactly is your plan?" Hermione demanded. "You'd only get in the way, Harry! The Heads of Houses and the best Healers of St. Mungo's are probably looking after Dumbledore, and they don't need to be distracted-"

"I'll stay out of their way, then!" Harry snapped, making Hermione and Neville flinch.

Ginny felt her Prewett temper flare, why was he yelling at his own friends? They had a valid reason for stopping him, and Neville didn't need this right now. Ron was always right… Harry Potter was just a story told to us by our parents. He's an average wizard, and compared to Ron, he's well below average.

"Harry, mate… C'mon," Neville urged. "This isn't a smart idea… How would you even get there?"

"I'll floo over from the Headmaster's Office," Harry began heading for the door, but Hermione jumped in his way. "What are you doing?"

"Stopping you from making trouble," Hermione replied, though her voice was beginning to waver.

"The Aurors are probably keeping watch over him," Neville tried more gently. "They won't let anyone pass through-"

"That's why I have this!" Harry had had enough. "I'm going to go see him, and you need to step out of my way! NOW!" That's it!

Ginny pushed herself past Neville and Hermione; she could see that they were beginning to lose their resolve. Within a heartbeat, she was standing in Harry's face, her eyes locked onto his.

"You're being a massive prat," Ginny hissed, and Harry was visibly surprised by her presence. "Hermione and Neville are trying to stop you from making a stupid mistake, and you're yelling at them for it. What's the matter with you? Didn't you read the fucking paper?! Bellatrix Lestrange escaped Azkaban, and you know what she did to Neville's parents!"

Harry froze at that, he hadn't even thought of Neville in his rage.

"Look at him!" Ginny barked, and Harry did as he was told. "He's clearly distressed about this, but instead of comforting him, you're too busy screaming at him! You really are a piece of shit, Harry Potter!" And fuck you for hurting my brother! I can't believe that I defended you while you were trying to sully his reputation out of jealousy! It's no wonder that Ron and Luna don't love me anymore! I'm the one who betrayed them first!

"Ginny…" Neville muttered, tugging at her elbow.

"No," Ginny shot a quick look back. "What's wrong with him? Friends don't treat each other like this, Neville! You're the one who needs support right now, but he's making everything about himself!"

With that, Ginny took Neville by the hand, and then she all but dragged him towards the door.

"Ginny, I can't just leave-" Neville tried, but Ginny opened the door and pulled him outside.

"Hermione can deal with him," Ginny shot a cold look back at Harry. "We'll be down in the common room. You can find us after you stop being a prick."

Ginny then led Neville down to the common room, but by the time they reached it, the other Gryffindors were making their way inside. All of them were still being rowdy, and from what Ginny could gather, most of them were blaming the Ministry for Dumbledore's injuries.

"Ginny, I need to go grab my books…" Neville tried lamely.

"I don't think we'll be having classes today, Neville," Ginny said as they made their way towards a dark corner. "Are you okay? Tell me honestly, and I'll do whatever I can to help."

"I'm… I'm fine," Neville shook his head weakly, his eyes becoming distant. What are you thinking, Neville? "I just can't believe it… How did she even survive Azkaban for so long?"

"I don't know," Ginny replied. "But she'll be caught soon, I hope. They'll all be caught soon."

"I wish I could believe that," Neville sighed out. "Ginny… We know who's behind this…" Tom.

Ginny felt her right hand find her left forearm; her scars and Tom's smile flashing in her mind. He really is back, isn't he? We're going to be fighting in a war soon. The thought filled her with dread, but at the same time, she felt oddly resolute. Tom had taken so much from her, but now that she was slowly getting everything back; she knew that she would die before she would give him power over her. Never again. When the time comes, I'll stand against him. I won't let him take anything from me ever again!

"If there's no classes today," Ginny started. "Do you want to go to the Black Lake? Some fresh air will help you, I promise." For now, I should just keep distracting Neville.

"Yeah… I think that'd be nice…" Neville replied, though Ginny wasn't sure that he had even heard her.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Thursday 4th February, 1994 (Professor Snape's Office – Evening)

He had been sitting here for nearly an hour now, quietly waiting for the Potions Master to return to Hogwarts. His mother didn't want to see him leave the house, but one mention of checking up on his friends was enough to win her over.

He was angry, so much so that he had half a mind to ambush Snape as soon as he came through the door. With Snape's injured leg, and Ron's unnatural strength; Ron was sure that he could tear off a limb or two before Snape could even react.

The Dark Lord's most powerful followers had all escaped, as well as over thirty other dangerous criminals. The Dementors had already destroyed four different Magical settlements, including an untold number of Muggle villages to boot, and now they had disappeared into the darkest corners of Magical Britain. Even the Ministry was struggling to find them, and Ron knew that before they were all rounded up, hundreds of lives would be snuffed out.

In one day, the entire world had changed for the worse. And it's all Our fault! Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Ronald Weasley… The three fools!

Ron had warned his 'partners' repeatedly, even begged them to assassinate the Loyalists before they escaped, but his pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Albus Dumbledore, and his raven-haired parrot, had opted to be 'better people', and now hundreds were dead. And thousands will follow.

Ron shouldn't have listened to them. He should have followed his gut, and arranged a countermeasure against the Dark Lord's rabid dogs. It was a recurring theme in his life apparently: listening to other people and then paying the price for it. Tracey was gone because he had listened to Daphne's naivety, hundreds of innocents were dead and dying because he had listened to Albus Dumbledore's virtue signalling, and his business plans were in tatters because he had listened to his father and distanced himself from the world's problems.

The weak had started ordering the strong, and this was the fucking result. No more… I'm done sitting around now, and I'm done listening to those who claim to know better. There is no right and wrong in this world; there is only power, and those too weak to seek it! I am done listening to other people's opinions, and I'm done caring about their petty little feelings. I'll burn this world to ash, and then, I'll design one that suits my vision of the future. And if anyone gets in my way, I'll go right through them.

The fireplace suddenly roared to life, but Ron paid it no mind. He sat quietly, his long, black claws carving the chair's armrest.

"Ronald?" came Snape's voice, and then the Potions Master limped into view. "You've heard about Azkaban-"

Snape stopped abruptly, his eye fixed on Ron's left hand. You like what you see? We are sharpening them for your face, Severus.

"Sit down," Ron gestured with his right hand, his eyes flashing red.

"Ron…" Snape muttered, his eye widening a little.

"Sit down, mortal!" Ron ordered, and Snape's cauldrons and jars exploded all over the room.

Snape paled in the face, his mouth hanging open in shock. The sight pleased Ron greatly; having the power to put fear into a man like Severus Snape was intoxicating.

"Ron… What's happened?" Snape slowly sat down, and Ron easily noticed that Snape was reaching for his wand.

"If you pull out your wand, I'll kill you," Ron promised, and Snape slowly raised his hands. "Good… Now, we can talk like civilized people."

Ron reached forward and grabbed the copy of the Daily Prophet he had been carrying around.

"Here, read it," Ron said, throwing it at Snape's head.

The Potions Master stopped it mid-air using Wandless Magic, he had never looked so tense before.

"I've already read it," Snape said. "I know what's happened, Ron…"

"This is all our fault," Ron said dangerously. "Our decision to make no real decisions has cost hundreds of lives."

"I fail to see how this is our fault," Snape said, he was clearly using his Occlumency right now.

"You fail to see how this is our fault?" Ron felt his blood boil. "Back at the start of November, I came to you and the Headmaster with an idea. I wanted to do something about the Loyalists before they could be broken out, but you said that it was impossible. You refused to even give it any real thought, while the Headmaster shut me down because he simply couldn't bring himself to do such an 'ugly' thing."

"And it was you who listened to us," Snape reminded him.

"I know, and I haven't stopped feeling guilty all day long," Ron said. "I'll never stop regretting this… Because of me, so many people have died. If I had just listened to what my heart was telling me, I might have changed this outcome. I'll live with this for the rest of my short life, and if you try to ignore your part in this; I'll send you packing to your dead Muggle-Born friend."

Snape's eye widened, and his face twisted into a sneer.

"Wondering how I know about that?" Ron asked, and then he slowly looked to his past self.

Ravenclaw Ron was standing in the corner, his cold eyes fixed on Snape.

"You are crossing a line," Snape snarled. Such a vicious response… He must have cared a lot about Lily Potter. My past self was right to tell me of their friendship, I can use it to force Snape's hand.

"I'm going to be crossing a lot of lines soon," Ron 'smiled', his eyes blazing red once again. "Albus Dumbledore is on his deathbed, and without him, we stand no chance of winning this war. Not unless we put aside our 'morals', and do what needs to be done."

Snape just stared at Ron, and very slowly, his expression started to become indifferent again.

"This is the Entity's doing-" Snape started, but Ron just shook his head.

"The Entity no doubt planned this," Ron decided to give his thoughts on the demon in his head. "It knew that Dumbledore would be out of the picture, just as it knew that the Loyalists would be broken out… That's why it's torturing me every single night."

"What…?" Snape blinked. "Every night?"

"Every single time I sleep, it tears me to pieces," Ron shuddered, something cold settling in his stomach. "And then, it puts me back together in order to keep its game going. It was waiting for this, I think… It wanted me to become truly alone in order to take my soul from me… But that's never going to happen."

"Ron… You need help-" Snape tried.

"And who can help me?" Ron asked, a childish snigger escaping his lips. "What a stupid thing to say, Professor… There is no help, and there is no escape… I am truly alone in this world, and the Entity is taking full advantage of that." Ron then leaned back in his chair, his red eyes fixed on Snape. "I'm going to die soon, Professor. Maybe even tonight… And I have half a mind to drag you down with me. Tell me, would you like to see Lily Potter again?"

Snape said nothing, but Ron could see the fear in his eye. He's even starting to sweat, and I haven't even laid a finger on him.

"No? Don't want to meet your childhood friend?" Ron asked, his red eyes becoming toad-like. "Maybe she'll look past your crimes, Death-Eater."

"This isn't you… You're letting that thing win," Snape managed, he desperately wanted Albus to return right now.

"Our Father will never win," Ron said in disgust, and Snape froze in time. "It cannot comprehend anything but rage and hatred, and as a result, everything relies upon Us. We are this world's only hope."

Ron then drew in a deep breath, returning to his natural state. Snape was truly shocked by Ron's control over his new power, and he was twice as afraid as before.

This was Ron… It wasn't the Entity.

"I came to warn you, and now that that's done, I will be on my way," Ron stood up, fixing his suit into place. "Don't get in my way, Professor, and don't ever move against me. From this day on, I will show no mercy to anyone who dares to hinder me."

Ron then looked to his past self.

"We're leaving," Ron ordered, and his past self quietly walked over.

"Ron, wait," Snape got out of his chair. "Just wait until Albus recovers, and then we can-"

"You want me to keep waiting?" Ron frowned. "Even after waiting has cost us so much?" Ron then pointed to the Daily Prophet. "You said that it was impossible to break into Azkaban, but the Dark Lord managed it with ease! You were wrong! Dumbledore was wrong! I was wrong! Look at what we've done!"

"You can't blame yourself for the actions of others," Snape tried. "People die in wars-"

"Don't speak to me like I'm a child," Ron sneered. "I know that people die in wars, you dumb cunt; I've witnessed plenty of deaths over the last five years! Nothing will change the fact that we failed to act! You want to wash your hands of the responsibility that comes with the power we wield, and I will not have it! We could have taken seven lives, and saved thousands!"

Ron then walked over to the fireplace, deciding to leave before he truly lost his temper.

"We failed everyone, and if you ever act like this isn't our fault, I'll fucking murder you in cold blood," Ron promised, and then grabbed a pinch of floo-powder and hurled it into the fire. "The Burrow."

As soon as the fire roared to life, Ron stepped through it and entered his home. This place needs the Fidelius Charm as soon as possible. I need to make sure that all of my allies are safe, and then I can proceed with my plan to decimate the Dark Lord's dogs. He can keep his Loyalists for now, but I'll be taking the rest.

"Was it wise to threaten him?" Ravenclaw Ron asked. "He has the old man's ear, and he's definitely going to try and stop you at some point."

"Then he'll die like all the rest," Ron said coldly. "I have had enough… I can't keep fighting with one of my hands tied behind my back. The Dark Lord has no limits, and I need to hit him as hard as I can if I'm to do any lasting damage to his madness."

"And the Entity?" Ravenclaw Ron asked, and Ron stopped walking. "You can't defeat it… No one can defeat it."

Ron felt his right forearm ache painfully; nothing he had tried was easing his pain. My claws have left a permanent wound on me… It won't heal, nor does it bleed. It's completely unnatural, just like the Entity itself.

Ron said nothing, though he was already working on a plan within his mind. The Entity was weakened after escaping Fate's Spell, and it was no doubt resting right now in order to conserve its strength for later tonight.

Ron had a brief window to prepare himself, and he would not waste it.

He made his way inside the kitchen, where he found his mother preparing dinner. There's no time to waste, Ron. Get to work immediately, and don't stop until everything is in place.

"Mum," Ron put on a smile, and his mother quickly turned around.

"Ronnie… You're back," she breathed a sigh of relief. "You were gone for so long, I was beginning to worry."

"Sorry about that," Ron chuckled. "I was just making sure that my friends were doing better."

"And?" Molly asked.

"They're a little shaken up, but they're strong," Ron made something up, and Molly gave him a loving smile. "Are you making dinner?"

"Shepard's Pie," Molly gestured him to come over. "Your favourite, Ron."

"If you keep this up, I might never leave," Ron said, putting his arm around his mother's shoulders. "Mum, I have a small favour to ask of you."

"A favour?" Molly asked slowly. "What sort of favour?"

"Can you cook enough to host a small gathering?" Ron asked, and Molly took a step away from Ron. Shit, here we go.

"Small gathering, Ron?" Molly asked; she knew where this was going. "Your father has asked you not to involve yourself in such matters anymore-"

"And yet, I still plan to do it," Ron shrugged. "I cannot sit around doing nothing, mum, not when there is so much misery in the world." This is the perfect opportunity for me to reform this country, and I won't be wasting it. Every single faction is distracted right now, and I plan to come out on top by the end of this!

"What does that have to do with you?" Molly asked. "You don't need this stress-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Ron cut in. "We've had this fight before, mum, so let's not go down this road. I know I'm sick, and I know that dealing with this sort of stuff makes things harder for me, but I can't sit around and do nothing. It's just not in me. The whole country is on the brink of collapse, and I can't waste this opportunity." I need to push it over the edge.

"Opportunity…?" Molly blinked.

"Yes, mum, opportunity," Ron said, he was done wearing a mask. "Bad things happen all the time, but where there is misery, there is opportunity. I want to get rid of people like Cornelius Fudge-"

"Don't say such things," Molly looked around in a panic, and Ron nearly rolled his eyes. I'm sure the Minister isn't hiding underneath the dining table.

"That oaf has destroyed this country," Ron said calmly, putting his hands on her arms. "Mum, just listen to me for once. Cornelius Fudge is a fool, and it's no secret that Lucius Malfoy controls him. A Death-Eater is running our country, and as a result, thousands have died. Knockturn Alley and Azkaban are just the latest fuck-ups in a long line of fuck-ups, and behind all of this is the Dark Lord."

Molly paled at that, but Ron gave her a gentle squeeze to put her at ease. No one will hurt you, mum, not while I breathe. You're the only reason why I'm still sane, and for that, my life is yours. No one will ever hurt you; I swear it.

"War is coming, and both sides are putting their pieces on the board," Ron went on. "The Dark Lord is behind Azkaban's fall, and we all know it. Before long, he'll make his next move, but we still have time."

"Time for what?" she muttered, she couldn't stop looking into his pale eyes.

Her son looked like a shark, one that had just smelled blood.

"Time to rip Cornelius Fudge off of his throne, and put someone more reliable in charge," Ron replied. "But I can't do this alone… I need Aunt Muriel, Lady Longbottom, Sirius Black, Lord Greengrass, and the Fawleys. I need my allies, and I need their wealth and influence."

"Ron, you're scaring me…" Molly managed.

"I know," Ron smiled comfortingly. "And I hate doing it, but it seems that I need to scare a lot of people to get things done. You adults have fucked this planet into a coma, and now it's fallen on me to fix it before I die."

Molly drew in a sharp breath, but Ron gently pulled her into a hug.

"I still have time, but my window is closing," Ron whispered, while Molly hugged him tightly. "I can't afford to waste my limited time anymore, which means that I won't be asking for permission. And I'll certainly never ask for forgiveness. Will you help me, mum? Or will you get in my way?"

---

One Hour Later

His mother had decided to help him, though she was clearly worried about what his father would say when he got home.

Ron couldn't give two shits about Arthur Weasley's opinion; a man who had thrown his Family into poverty in order to live out his own dreams had no place questioning Ron. I can't believe I let him hurt me… Why can't I be more like my siblings? Pfft… Why couldn't you be someone of significance? If Lord Greengrass were my father, I'd be king of the world by now.

Ron finished buttoning up his suit, his eyes fixed on his pale reflection. His hands were trembling again, his shower had done very little to calm his nerves. The Calming Tonic was wearing off, and as a result, his mind was beginning to spiral again.

It wouldn't be long before he became a jittery mess once again.

"Marty," Ron called; the mere mention of his friend's name brought a smile to his lips.

Marty cracked into the bathroom immediately, and as Ron turned to face him, Marty ran up and attached himself to Ron's leg.

"Master!" Marty let out a heartbreaking sob. "Master! Marty has not slept nor taken food since the attack! Marty waited for Master's call, but it never came!"

Ron felt a strong pang of guilt at that, he didn't want Marty to see him so drained of life.

"I'm sorry for not calling you, Marty," Ron apologized, awkwardly kneeling down in order to hug the Elf. "I've missed you terribly, my friend…"

"Marty missed Master too…" Marty sobbed, wrapping his thin arms around Ron's neck. "Oh, how Marty wept when he heard of Lady Davis… She was so kind to Marty!"

"She was kind to everyone who deserved it," Ron whispered, he couldn't even remember her laughter anymore. She left, and she took a part of my soul with her.

"Is it true?" Marty pulled back, his tiny face drenched in tears. "Lady Davis might never wake up?"

Ron quietly grabbed a clean towel, and then he began drying Marty's face as gently as he could.

"She's strong…" Ron managed. "And the future isn't set in stone." Once my enemies are dealt with, I'll bring you home, Trace. I will find a way, no matter the personal cost.

"Marty's heart is broken…" Marty let out another sob.

"As is mine," Ron dried the new tears, while ignoring his own.

"Does Master know who was behind the attack…?" Marty whimpered.

"Violet Parkinson, and Lucius Malfoy," Ron replied.

"Marty will have vengeance," Marty promised, though his broken voice betrayed his anger.

"Violet Parkinson is dead," Ron told the Elf. "I killed her myself."

Marty's eyes widened, but just as quickly, he gave Ron a firm nod. I knew that he'd understand. Marty was raised with the Old Ways, and vengeance is a big part of that.

"Master has claimed half of his vengeance, then," Marty almost sounded proud. "When will Master move against Lord Malfoy?"

"Lucius Malfoy will die soon enough," Ron promised. "But until then, we have other matters to attend to."

"Master requires Marty's aid?" Marty's wet eyes lit up.

"I need you to collect some people, and I need you to secure a few boxes of the Calming Draught," Ron stood back up. "Time is of the essence, Marty, and I cannot afford failure."

"Marty will do as Master commands," Marty swore. "Who must Marty find?"

---

Thursday 4th February, 1994 (The Burrow – Dinner)

"Ron, you're way out of line," Bill repeated, they were both waiting in the living room. "Dad told you not to get involved in these affairs again."

Ron said nothing; he was just enjoying the peace that the Calming Draught offered. Unlike his sedative, it didn't bombard him with happy thoughts that distracted him from everything around him. And unlike Snape's Calming Tonic, it was actually able to ward off any and all stress.

Ron's mind felt clearer than it had in ages, and as a result, he felt more prepared to begin his plan.

He would prepare his alliance to the best of his ability, and once they were ready, he would systematically wipe out any Pure-Blood Family that was associated with the Dark Lord. Every single one. I'll destroy the backbone of his army, and while he's scurrying around looking for his people, my alliance will fill the power vacuum left behind. Over the next month, I will shake Magical Britain to its core, and when the people call out for aid, I will be there to offer them my hand. No one will suspect me because of my age, not even my own allies. I'll make sure of it.

The fireplace suddenly roared to life, and Ron took a step forward. Aunt Muriel stepped into the Burrow, her usual sneer plastered on her face.

"Auntie," Ron put on a smile. "Welcome back to the Burrow."

She said nothing as she walked over to him, her bony hands finding his cheeks. She looked him over critically, and if Ron wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of genuine worry within her bloodshot eyes.

"You are safe," she said, giving him an approving nod. "We will find the people behind this, Ronald, and they will pay dearly for their crimes."

Ron's smile became genuine, her blunt attitude was sorely needed right now.

"All in good time," Ron said, while Bill stilled in the background. "Mum is outside, and you should join her. I'll come over once everyone is here."

She gave him a nod, and then she left the living room without another word.

"I guess I don't exist…" Bill sighed out. I'm pretty sure that she doesn't approve of your look.

"Go and help mum," Ron said. "And make sure that Aunt Muriel doesn't start fighting with mum. The last thing I need is them at each other's throats."

"Ron, are you on a potion?" Bill asked. "There's something off about your voice."

Ron ignored his brother, and eventually, Bill let out a sigh before leaving. Once Ron was certain that Bill was gone, he let out a pained grunt. His forearm was burning; the pain was constant and unrelenting. I've ruined my wand arm… Fuck! He tried to close his right hand into a fist, but the pain was too much. Fucking shit!

The fire roared again, and Ron quickly schooled his features. Just bear through it, Ron. You can find a solution for this issue tomorrow. That is, if you live long enough to see tomorrow. Lord and Lady Greengrass were the next ones through, and Ron felt even more relaxed now that his mentor was here.

"Welcome back," Ron greeted them more casually.

"Ron," Mary smiled at him, no doubt pleased to see him up and about. "Come here, my love."

Ron walked over and accepted her hug, he was quite glad that Lord Greengrass had brought Mary along. She knows how to calm down a room, and something tells me that I might need that tonight.

"I was surprised to see Marty again," Lord Greengrass said, giving Ron's shoulder a quick pat. "I take it that you've regained yourself?"

"Mostly," Ron pulled back, meeting his mentor's gaze. "I know this is sudden, so I'm really glad that you came."

"Given what's happening out there, I figured that this was important," Lord Greengrass said. "The whole world has gone mad."

"Then it's up to us to help it regain sense," Ron smiled, and Lord Greengrass shot him a smirk.

"Welcome back, Ron," Lord Greengrass sounded quite relieved. "Who else is here?"

"So far, only Aunt Muriel has arrived," Ron gestured them towards the exit. "Sirius, Lady Longbottom, and the Fawleys should arrive shortly." I hope.

"Let's go join Muriel Prewett, husband," Mary said. "Try to not strangle her, all right?"

"No promises," Lord Greengrass said dully, and then he escorted his wife out of the living room.

Lady Longbottom arrived immediately after the Greengrass' were gone, and it took Ron a second to realize that she had been crying. Her son's killers are on the loose again.

"Lady Longbottom," Ron bowed respectfully, and when she presented her hand, he kissed her knuckles. "I'm very sorry that your son's murderers escaped Azkaban."

"Do not be tricked by my visage, Ronald," Lady Longbottom said shortly. "These are not the tears of heartbreak, but that of wrath and joy." Huh?

"Joy?" Ron asked.

"I have the chance to avenge my Family," Lady Longbottom replied dangerously. "Damn the Ministry, I will make sure that those murderers meet true justice this time around."

"If you need my help, don't hesitate to ask," Ron volunteered. "Antonin Dolohov led the assault that resulted in the deaths of my uncles; Fabian and Gideon Prewett. He desecrated their corpses, and left their heads on pikes." I'll make him suffer for that.

"Then we are united in our goals once again," Lady Longbottom gave a nod. "Thank you for your offer, my friend. The Longbottom Family will stand side-by-side with the Weasley Family when the time comes." So formal… I really love this woman.

"Aunt Muriel has already arrived," Ron said. "We're just waiting on the Fawleys-"

The fireplace blazed to life, and Sirius marched into the Burrow. Ron was surprised to see how well dressed he was, and his usual gruff look was completely gone. Sirius had shaved, gelled his hair, and if Ron was being honest, he looked like a proper Lord for once. And damn handsome to boot. No wonder the ladies love him.

"Kid," Sirius smiled at the sight of him. "I fucking missed you so much!" And there it goes.

Lady Longbottom rolled her eyes, and then she left without another word. Sirius wasted no time in pulling Ron into a tight hug, squeezing the life out of him in the process.

"I know that I should've come sooner, but I was trying to find the bastards that attacked you," Sirius said, refusing to let go of Ron. "Every lead the Order had, I was first through the door."

"And did you find them?" Ron asked, knowing full well that Violet's death still hadn't been reported. Malfoy probably found her first; he was going after her as well for some reason. I'll get the full truth out of him when I get my hands on him. I should've alerted the Aurors instead of leaving it to chance. Foolish.

"Not yet, but I won't stop looking until I get my hands around their throats," Sirius promised as he pulled back. "Let me have a look at you."

"As handsome as always, I'm afraid," Ron smirked, trying to mask his dull voice.

"I heard about Daphne…" Sirius said, and Ron lost his smirk immediately. "She'll come around, kid, I'm sure of it." For her sake, I hope not. I'm done with such… distractions. There is only the mission now, and it's better that way. For both of us.

"Did you speak to the Macmillans?" Ron changed the subject.

"I did," Sirius gave a nod. "They're in, and they've even promised to help fund the Werewolf Sanctuary."

"Really?" Ron was quite pleased to hear that. I didn't expect that from them, despite their good reputation.

"I recited the article for them," Sirius explained. "You know, the one your bird wrote? And after I told them that the Fawleys were in charge of the construction, they just had to prove themselves. It was surprisingly easy." Ah, Sirius kicked them in the pride. Clever.

"Thank you, Sirius," Ron said, and Sirius waved a dismissive hand.

"I should've done this long ago," Sirius said. "I mean, I volunteered for it, didn't I?"

"You should go join the others," Ron said. "Mum made Shepard's Pie."

"She could cook an old slipper, and I'd still eat it," Sirius chuckled. "Is you dad home?"

"No, he's still at the Ministry," Ron replied, and Sirius lost his mirth. "I take it that you read the papers."

"We're all in some deep shit, pup," Sirius all but whispered. "My crazy bitch cousin is on the loose, and that can only mean disaster."

"Tell me about her tomorrow," Ron said, and Sirius immediately looked hesitant. "Sirius, I need to know about these people." How else am I going to hunt them down?

"Your parents wouldn't want me to-"

"I can easily go learn about them myself," Ron reminded Sirius. "Please, spare me the headache of researching them." I mean, I'm still going to do it, but I want Sirius' thoughts as well. He's fought these people, and that knowledge could prove to be invaluable.

"All right… But you can't let Molly know that I spoke to you about the 'Loyalists'," Sirius said. "She'd hang me up by my cock and balls." Ouch.

With that, Sirius made his way towards the exit. Ron waited alone for nearly a minute before the fireplace roared to life again, and Lady Fawley stepped into the Burrow with an unsure look. No Lord Fawley? Why?

"Lady Fawley," Ron greeted, going through the motions of greeting a proper Lady.

"Ronald, it is good to see you again," Lady Fawley relaxed as he kissed her knuckles. "I wasn't sure if I could trust your Elf… Given what's happened today, we must all exercise caution above all else."

"Understandable, my Lady," Ron smiled; it was so annoying to put up this façade. Just play nice, Ron, you need these people. "I'm glad you came nonetheless… Might I ask where your husband is?"

"He is abroad at the moment," Lady Fawley replied. "He has thrown himself into this Werewolf Sanctuary completely, and I barely get to see him these days." Good, I was right to approach the Fawleys about this. "He's always running around, hiring contractors and securing more and more staff."

"Then I owe you both a great debt," Ron said, his smile turning genuine.

Lady Fawley blinked at that, though she said nothing about it.

"Is everyone else here?" she asked, and Ron gave a nod.

"Come, I want to introduce you to my mother," Ron offered her his left arm, and once she took it, he guided her outside. "Properly, that is."

"Your home is… cosy," she smiled at him, and Ron nearly burst into laughter. It's a shithole, you mean.

"Many would call it an overbuilt shed," Ron 'smiled' back. "And that would be them showing kindness."

"It's the character of the people living inside a house that matters, not the house itself," Lady Fawley told him.

"On that, we can agree," Ron said, leading her out into the cold, crisp night.

His mother had set up a large table outside, and it was brimming with food. Ron was quite amazed himself; she could run an entire restaurant by herself considering her love of cooking. Put a pin in it, Ron. All in good time. By the time I'm finished with my life, my Family will want for nothing.

"Mum, this is Lady Fawley," Ron introduced. "You met her at the Gala, remember?"

"I do," Molly smiled widely, and Lady Fawley did the same. "I'm sorry that we didn't get to talk properly at the Gala, but that wretched woman in pink turned my stomach."

"Dolores Umbridge has that effect on people," Lady Fawley laughed. "Let's make up for what we lost tonight, shall we?"

Ron let go of Lady Fawley's arm; his mother could take it from here. While Molly escorted Lady Fawley towards the dining table, Ron noticed that Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom were chewing out Bill. For fuck's sake, what's happened now?

Ron walked over to them, making sure to keep his lack of patience hidden.

"…you look like a woman," Aunt Muriel was saying, while Bill was just smirking in response. "It's unbecoming, William, especially considering your profession. Goblins, for all their greed and lecherous ways, take their jobs very seriously. They will never promote you if they don't respect you."

"You are the eldest Weasley child, and must act accordingly," Lady Longbottom added. "Your brother has gone through a great deal to put the Weasley Family back on the map, and this sort of attitude hurts a Family's reputation."

"If Ronnie wants to be Lord Weasley, then he can go right ahead," Bill said calmly. "I don't have any interest in it, so why should I change anything about myself?" A fair point, though I wish he wouldn't call me Lord Weasley. I fucking resent that.

"I see that Bill has already attracted the Ladies," Ron 'smiled' at them, and they all went silent. "Is this the time and place for this? You're here because I called you here, and I didn't call you here so you could speak down to my brother. If he wants to have long hair, then who are you to tell him otherwise? Your business is with me, and me alone."

Lady Longbottom and Aunt Muriel exchanged looks, and then they gave him a nod before leaving for the table. Once they were gone, Bill walked over with a slight frown.

"Old bats…" Bill whispered. "They're living in the last century."

"Call me Lord Weasley again, and I'll hurt you," Ron grabbed his brother's forearm, twisting it as hard as he could.

Bill winced painfully, and Ron jerked him towards the table.

"And don't smirk at my guests," Ron warned. "There won't be a second warning."

---

Thirty Minutes Later

"This is truly amazing, Molly," Lady Longbottom said, while Aunt Muriel kept her silence.

"Thank you, Augusta," Molly smiled at the old witch.

Ron quietly finished his dinner, and after looking around at everyone's empty plates, he decided that he was done with all of this pointless small talk. He stood up, grabbed his fork and glass, and used them to steal everyone's attention.

"I think we've had enough small talk, haven't we?" Ron asked with a practised smile.

"Here here," Aunt Muriel put her utensils down. "Let's finally get down to business, my feet are starting to hurt." Fair enough.

"The last few days have been nothing short of tragic," Ron started. "I was nearly beheaded in the streets, my friend's life was cut short, and now, the entire country is on fire. Truly dark days…" Ron then began moving around the table, making sure to eye every person critically. "But while I was recovering from my ordeal, all of you stepped up and kept our dream going."

"Dream?" Molly couldn't help but ask.

"The dream of living in a world where a fucking Death-Eater isn't spilling his poison in our Minister's ear," Ron replied bluntly, and Molly nodded weakly.

His allies, however, looked a lot surer of themselves.

"Fudge is a plague," Lady Longbottom hissed.

"An incompetent oaf," Lord Greengrass gave a nod. "Not worthy of respect and position."

"Finally, we agree on something, Greengrass," Aunt Muriel said dismissively. Look at me… Bringing people together.

"This man gave away all of our country's wealth just to buy himself some goodwill," Ron sighed dramatically; he had learned how important it was to embellish one's speeches. "And when St. Mungo's burned down in that 'accident'-"

"Are you implying that that was no accident?" Lady Fawley asked, and Ron remembered that she wasn't a part of the Order. Yet.

"The Dark Lord was behind it," Ron 'smiled' at her, and her eyes shot wide open.

"Ronald!" Molly's eyes nearly popped out of her skull, while the others in the know just stared at him.

"Kid… What the fuck?" Sirius looked between him and Lady Fawley. "Dumbledore hasn't spoken to them yet…"

"The Dark… Lord…" Lady Fawley muttered, looking around the table in horror.

"Oh, yes," Ron chuckled, pulling back his left sleeve.

Multiple people winced at the sight of his scars, including Aunt Muriel. Ugly, I know, but they match what I am deep down.

"I've run into him myself," Ron walked over to Lady Fawley, his smile still in place. "The Order has been reconvened, and I want to invite you formally."

"The Order…" Lady Fawley looked ready to faint. Weak woman… Why didn't she bring her husband here?

"I want the Fawleys to be a part of it," Ron said openly, ignoring his mother's gestures to stop talking.

"Why?" Lady Fawley blurted out.

"Because John is my friend, and I don't want his Family to die because they weren't given a fair chance to prepare," Ron put his gloved hand on her shoulder, his left forearm covered again. "You and your husband have been kind to me, and for that, I would die for you. That is how I live my life." If anyone harms John, they will answer to Us!

"You faced the Dark Lord… And lived…?" Lady Fawley managed, and Ron gave a slow, methodical nod.

"Some would call me the 'Boy-Who-Lived', and I wouldn't stop them," Ron joked, though no one laughed. Tough crowd, eh? Whatever. "Either way, let's move on from this while Lady Fawley gets her senses back."

"Ron-" Bill started.

"Don't interrupt him," Aunt Muriel sneered at Bill, and then she looked to Ron. "Go on, Ronald, finish what you have to say."

Ron patted Lady Fawley's shoulder, and then he started moving again.

"After the St. Mungo's fire, I singlehandedly brought the French here to aid us, but instead of welcoming them with respect and honour, Cornelius Fudge kept his distance and spoke only with Lucius Malfoy," Ron went on. "Time and time again, our Minister has put himself before his country, which has, unsurprisingly, led to disaster."

Ron stopped behind Sirius, his hands resting on Sirius' tense shoulders. Relax, Sirius… I won't hurt you. Unless you go back to being a hindrance, that is.

"Knockturn Alley is nothing more than a wasteland now," Ron said. "The Ministry is still pulling the dead out of the ruins, while countless have been injured. Homes have been destroyed, lives have been uprooted, and families have been shattered forever. And who was behind all of this? The Vampires? The Aurors? Or Cornelius Fudge; a puppet of Lucius Malfoy?"

"Fudge," Mary replied, there was a hint of pride in her eyes.

"And if this wasn't bad enough, Azkaban Prison was breached on the very same day," Ron said, and Lady Longbottom frowned deeply.

"Malfoy played Fudge for a fool," she said bitterly.

"He serves the Dark Lord, and Fudge has forgotten that little fact," Ron stated. "Death-Eaters walk around freely within our country, no doubt practising their twisted beliefs in the shadows, and our own Ministry protects them because of their wealth. I don't know about all of you, but I have reached my limit."

Ron began moving again, eyeing his shocked mother and brother with indifference. I sense a lecture in my immediate future.

"Make no mistake, I have not brought you all together on a whim," Ron said. "For too long, I've walked around with a mask of a child plastered on my face, but now, I have been forced to reveal who I really am to everyone. I will hold no more secrets from you." Liar. "I plan to take the fight to our real enemy, one that has prospered in the shadows because 'good people' like yourselves have allowed it."

Ron stopped beside Lord Greengrass, his cold eyes digging into his mentor's.

"I am Ronald Bilius Weasley, and I have had enough!" Ron suddenly barked, making Lord and Lady Greengrass flinch.

Ron drew in a deep breath, putting his 'smile' back in place.

"A few of you agreed to reach out to potential allies the last time we were all together," Ron walked back to his seat, sitting down as if it were a throne. "Give me your results, and I will give you further instructions."

They all exchanged looks, and it was Aunt Muriel who spoke first.

"Augusta and I spoke with the Shafiq Family," she said. "They want in on this, and they're eager to meet you after what happened to your friend."

Ron gave her a nod, and then he looked to Lady Fawley. She was still processing everything, and Ron felt a tinge of annoyance.

"Lady Fawley?" Ron called, and she jerked out of her thoughts. "Did you speak to the Abbot Family?"

"Oh… Yes…" Lady Fawley replied. "My husband convinced them to give this alliance a fair chance, though they're still unsure about it. Nothing like this has been done before, after all…" Because you're all lazy, and far too indulgent. Your wealth and power has made you weak, and I'll be damned if I leave this world in the hands of my enemies.

"We'll prove them wrong," Ron smiled, and then he looked to Sirius. "Tell the others about the Macmillans."

"Um… Yeah, I convinced them to join," Sirius said, his eyes still fixed on Ron. "They also want to contribute to the Werewolf Sanctuary, so Lady Fawley should get in touch with them."

"Of course," Lady Fawley murmured.

"Speaking of the Werewolf Sanctuary," Ron started. "I'd like to see it tomorrow, if that's all right with you."

"I will let my husband know," Lady Fawley struggled to meet his gaze.

"The Ministry is weakened right now, and we need to act fast," Ron told his allies. "We need to get that Werewolf Sanctuary up and running before the likes of Umbridge take notice, and we need to try and wrestle away the influence that the Death-Eaters have on the Ministry." They don't need to know that I plan to kill those bastards outright. "And… We need to get Fudge fired from his post."

"You would go after the Minister himself?" Aunt Muriel asked; she looked ready to start at once. "How will you do it?"

"By spreading the truth," Ron replied. "I will have my staff at the Quibbler interview Aurors and victims alike, and I'll make sure to report the one thing that the Daily Prophet has 'failed' to mention… It was Lucius Malfoy who spoiled the negotiations with the Vampires, while Fudge was just his mouthpiece."

"You will need to find proof of that," Mary spoke up. "Baseless accusations will only harm us in the future."

"I'm sure that there are a lot of people out there who want justice," Ron said. "I'll find them all, and their words will condemn Fudge and Malfoy." I'm coming for you, you cunt… I'll make you pay for hurting my sister. "Now, while I take on the Minister and his puppeteer, I need all of you to start helping the denizens of Knockturn Alley."

"Helping the people of Knockturn Alley?" Lord Greengrass asked. "You want us to waste our wealth on criminals?"

"Don't forget that you were a criminal once as well," Ron lost his humour, and his mentor went dead silent. "Not everyone in Knockturn Alley is a criminal, many there are trapped because of circumstances outside of their control. No one is going to move in to help them, so it falls to us to do it. Just think of the love our Families will receive for doing the right thing, and if that isn't enough for you, then do it because I'm ordering you to." This alliance will be a democracy, but not while I draw breath. None of you can be trusted to do the right thing.

Ron then leaned forward, his eyes fixed on his mentor's.

"Are you going to resist me?" Ron asked dangerously. "Are you going to hoard your unlimited wealth when there are children starving in the streets?" If he says yes, I'm going to beat him to death in front of everyone.

"My husband and I will always support your dreams, Ron," Mary cut in, resting her hand on Lord Greengrass' arm. "Right, husband?"

"Right…" Lord Greengrass said; the hairs on the back of his neck were rising.

Something was different this time… Somewhere, deep down, Sebastian had felt that his life was very close to coming to an abrupt end. It was a feeling that he had only felt once before… Ron had the Dark Lord's presence, and that was bloody terrifying.

"We help rebuild Knockturn Alley, but we don't let it go to the dogs this time," Ron said, and both Lady Longbottom and Aunt Muriel gave nods. "A lot of terrible things have happened, but these terrible things have also opened new doors for people like us. If we work together, we can all achieve great things-"

"Molly?" came his father's voice, and Ron stopped mid speech. Brilliant.

Everyone looked to see Arthur Weasley walking over, he had a confused look on his face, but the moment he saw Ron sitting at the head of the table, his confusion was replaced with visible annoyance. Caught red handed… Whoops.

"Ron…" Arthur said dully, and Ron just smiled at the man. I've made my points, time to send them all home.

"Think on what I've said," Ron stood up, looking towards his allies. "Starting from tomorrow, we take the fight to our real enemies. They've had their turn at leading this country, and now, it's our turn to undo the damage they've done with their out-dated beliefs."

Everyone on the table slowly rose up, and Aunt Muriel led the way towards the Burrow. Ron quickly moved in and stepped into Lady Fawley's way, giving her a comforting smile.

"I will protect John in Slytherin, I promise," Ron said, he didn't want John's parents to torment him like Ron's parents had done to him. "No matter what comes next, I'll always keep my eyes on him."

Lady Fawley managed a weak smile, and after giving him a respectful nod, she followed after the others. While they were leaving, Ron took the time to steady himself using his Occlumency. I should work on this in my spare time. With the Calming Draught and Occlumency, I'll never be caught off guard again.

"Molly, did you help arrange this?" Arthur asked suddenly, and Ron looked to his father.

"It was my idea, and I talked her into it," Ron confessed, his mother didn't deserve to pay for his actions. "She was against it, but I told her that I could either do it here, or I could do it somewhere more public. I gave her no choice in the matter."

"Ronnie…" Molly shushed, looking between her husband and son. "Arthur, Ron actually made some good points… I think a lot of good could come from this, especially for the poor souls who just lost everything because of Fudge's arrogance." I have changed her thinking. Good. It's time she understood why I do what I do.

"We both agreed that Ron was done with this," Arthur said, looking visibly angered by his wife's betrayal.

"And who are you to dictate that?" Ron asked; did he need to teach his own father a lesson? If so, then he better start running right now. I'm not playing this game anymore.

"I am your father!" Arthur frowned deeply.

"When it suits you, that is," Ron started 'smiling' again.

"Ron, back off," Bill warned.

"I get it, dad," Ron went on. "You wish that I wasn't who I am… You wish that I were more like your other children. I can understand that, because I don't really like myself very much either." Monster…

"Ron, your father doesn't think that!" Molly was shocked beyond words.

"And yet, that's what he said to me a day after I tried to end it," Ron stated calmly, and both Molly and Bill looked towards a frozen Arthur.

"What?!" Molly shrieked. "Arthur Weasley?! Is this true?!"

"Dad… What the fuck?" Bill muttered, his anger at Ron completely forgotten.

"I… I said that in anger, son…" Arthur swallowed thickly. "I didn't mean it…"

"When people are angry, that's when they say what they truly mean," Ron spoke from experience. "Anger tends to take away inhibitions, at least, in my experience. It's all right, though… Your words hurt a lot, but I'm not so easily shaken."

Ron then walked up to his father, his cold gaze forcing Arthur to avert his eyes.

"I love you, dad," Ron said truthfully, jarring Arthur even more. "But I will not allow you to get in the way of my duty. I will not allow anyone to get in the way of what I must do."

With that, Ron quietly walked back towards the Burrow. I'll sleep in my own bed tonight, and if I die facing the Entity, then I will die in my own bed as well.

---

Dream Hogwarts

Ron walked into the courtyard; he hated this place so fucking much. The lack of colour is unnerving, and it's main resident is a fuck-stain of the highest order.

"Champion," came the Entity's voice, and Ron stopped midstride. "Come to Us…"

Ron looked around the empty courtyard, and when he saw that the door of the castle was slightly open, Ron decided to stay where he was.

"Why don't you come outside, cunt?" Ron called back, mentally preparing himself for the end. If I am to die today, then so be it. There's no point in living if I'm just some monster's puppet.

Ron waited, and he waited, and he waited… But nothing happened.

"Scared of facing me like a man?!" Ron yelled, trying to piss off the Entity.

The door creaked open slowly, and little Luna walked out with a bone-chilling smile on her face.

"You are a bold one, Champion," the Entity's eyes began to glow, and Ron couldn't but feel pissed off. "It seems that Our work with you has only just begun. Fear not, however, We shall mould you into the perfect host yet."

"You mean like my Ravenclaw counterpart?" Ron asked; his heart was pounding in his ears. Be a fucking man, Ron! Be a man!"Where is he? Usually, he's always skulking about-"

"Enough, Ron," came his counterpart's voice from behind him, and Ron shot a quick look back. "Just stop this… You are putting everything at jeopardy over your own selfish desires-"

"My selfish desires?" Ron laughed scathingly, though it was just an act. "Didn't you murder countless people just so you could feel powerful for a change?"

He was so fucking scared right now, but he knew that if he ran away or begged for mercy, then the Entity would win. There was no help coming for him, so he had to help himself.

"If we work together, we can put an end to the Cycles," Ravenclaw Ron said. "We three are the only-"

"Sorry, but I'm already a part of a triumvirate of sorts," Ron cut in. "You know? Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and myself? Why would I replace them with you two cunts? And yeah, we're not in the best place right now, but compared to you two, the Headmaster and Professor Snape are-"

"Enough…" the Entity snarled; it was started to lose its patience. "Of all the Champions We have encountered, you are by far the most… irksome…"

"Thank you," Ron put on a smile, but when the Entity started snarling, Ron's smile faltered. I'm so fucking dead…

"We agreed to talk to him," Ravenclaw Ron walked over to the Entity. "Just let me do the talking-"

The Entity backhanded Ravenclaw Ron, and Ron couldn't help but wince as his counterpart went rolling to the side. So much for being a 'benevolent' master.

"We have had enough," the Entity looked to Ron, the look on its face drained the blood from Ron's. "We have been patient, and We have been generous, but you will never learn…"

"Generous?" Ron couldn't help but ask, and then he looked to his past self. "Look at the monster you serve, you idiot… This thing is worse than the Dark Lord, and it's turned you into its slave!"

"We gave him power," the Entity hissed. "We showed him what it means to be a GOD!"

"Yes, I'm sure he felt 'Godlike'… That is, until an actual God turned him to ash," Ron said, slowly hiding his left hand behind his back. "You're a liar, and you will say and do anything in your power to corrupt others. As far as I'm concerned, you are my true enemy!"

"The Lord of Serpents-" the Entity started, but Ron cut in just to piss it off even more.

"The Dark Lord isn't my mission!" Ron yelled defiantly. "The mission is to protect my Family, and to help those who can't help themselves! That's the real fucking mission, you ugly fuck! Helping with the Dark Lord's demise is just a bonus for me, but if I ever have to choose between killing him or protecting the innocent, then I know which choice I'll make! It's Harry Potter's destiny to destroy the Dark Lord, and it's my destiny to make sure that there's a world left standing after the dust settles!"

"Your destiny is to die!" the Entity roared. "Everything you are today, everything you have achieved, was only made possible because We allowed it! We gave you purpose! We gave you the means to become powerful!"

"Yeah, you pushed me in the right direction…" Ron admitted, and then he shot the Entity his most arrogant grin. "But the rest was all me! I'm the one who works tirelessly to better myself! I'm the one who bears the scorn of everyone, all the while doing my best to protect them! I'm the one who is out there fighting every single day! ME! Not you, and certainly not this broken version of me!"

Ravenclaw Ron sat up at that; his bottom lip was torn open.

"This bastard doesn't care about our Family," Ron looked to his past self, and Ravenclaw Ron gave Ron a distant look. "It doesn't care about our mum, or our brothers, or our dad… It doesn't care about Ginny!"

Ravenclaw Ron's eyes flashed to life at that, and he slowly looked towards the sneering Entity.

"Your kin are specks of dust! Not worthy of life!" the Entity bellowed, shaking the entirety of Dream Hogwarts. "None of you are worthy of life! ONLY US!"

Ron's false grin turned into a genuinely hateful glare, no one would disrespect his Family to his face.

Not even a God.

"You see this," Ron said, directing his words to his past self. "You still think this fucking monster is going to spare our loved ones? Are you still caught up in its web of lies?" Ron then straightened his posture; it was almost time to fight back. "You are no God, 'World-Eater'… You're just another monster, and I will never bow to you. I am Ronald fucking Weasley, and I was raised to fight for what's right! You will never take that from me, which makes me more powerful than even you!"

The Entity finally reached its limits, and like the beast it was; it charged at Ron without any thought except for the desire to kill. COME ON, YOU FUCK!Ron felt his claws push their way out behind his back, and he couldn't help but grin at the fact that his plan could potentially work. Have a taste of your own medicine, Father!

Just as 'Luna' reached him, her claws aiming for his throat, Ron leaped to the left and brought his own claws down towards her face. Black sludge smacked against Ron's face, and he grinned even more maniacally as the Entity bellowed in agony, falling on its face and writhing on the ground.

The right side of the Entity's face was completely carved open, and Ron looked down at his left hand and saw that one of its toad-like eyes were impaled on his claws.

"Fuck… me…" his past self muttered from behind him, but Ron decided to ignore Ravenclaw Ron for now.

"How does it feel, Father?!" Ron cackled, flicking the Entity's eye off of his claws. "To be the powerless one for a change?!"

The Entity tried to regain its footing as it shrieked in pain, but Ron wasted no time in walking up and digging his claws into its back. It screamed again, and as Ron dug his claws further in, he realized there this monster had no bones.

"You disgust Us…" Ron hissed, twisting his claws and tearing out a chunk from the Entity's small back. "This place only has enough room for one God!"

A black tendril suddenly shot out of the Entity's back, and Ron didn't even have time to blink before it smashed into his chest. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, and he went barrelling through the air. Fuck me… My ribs… While Ron wheezed for air, the Entity slowly began to recover from its injuries.

"Miserable wretch!" the Entity screamed, its voice becoming even more distorted and unnatural. "Insignificant speck of feculent scum! HOW DARE YOU?!"

The Entity glared back at Ron as it stood up, and as soon as it aimed its palms at Ron, the remaining bit of air left in Ron's lungs was ripped out. The world around him began to grow darker, and it dawned on him that he was truly going to die this time.

And yet, his fear was gone…

He had fought a good fight, and even managed to make a God bleed.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

"We will begin anew!" the Entity went on, screaming and threatening as it drained the life out of Ron.

"Won't… change… anything…" Ron's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body slowly becoming limp. Daphne… I lost…

"My sister isn't a waste of life!" came a deafening yell, and Ron immediately felt the Entity's Spell break. "She's not a speck of dust!"

Ron coughed loudly, his eyes burning with hot tears as fresh air invaded his lungs. What the fuck had just happened? Ron forced himself to look around, and through his blurry vision, he saw Ravenclaw Ron standing between him and the Entity. There were bright, liquid-like lights all around them, and they were ferociously attacking the Entity. What's happening…? How can he use Magic here, but I can't?

The Entity was being torn to shreds, but it somehow remained rooted to the ground.

"Enough!" the Entity shrieked, releasing an invisible shockwave from its body.

The bright lights splattered all over the colourless courtyard like paint. The Entity immediately began to heal, but before it could attack Ravenclaw Ron, the thin man in the crisp suit reached into the sky and chanted something completely out of this world. A large golden anvil materialised above the Entity's head, and within a heartbeat, it smashed down onto the Entity, bringing the monster down on all fours.

"Get up!" Ravenclaw Ron snapped, shooting Ron a quick look. "I can't hold it down! Only you can hurt it!"

Ron struggled to get back onto his feet, but through sheer will, he pushed past the pain in his chest.

"What are you doing…?" Ron coughed out, looking at his past self in a daze.

"Making a big mistake!" Ravenclaw Ron grit out, struggling to keep the golden anvil in place. "HURRY!"

Ron flew into action immediately, ripping off his glove as he charged the Entity. With his claws brandished, Ron threw himself at the Entity. The golden anvil suddenly disappeared, and as the Entity tried to stand up, Ron grabbed it by the throat and pinned it to the ground.

"Give Us your heart!" Ron roared, jamming the fingers on his left hand into the Entity's chest.

The 'God' wailed again, trying to shake Ron off of itself, but Ron kept it pinned down with his right hand. His claws dug into its throat in an effort to silence its screams, but the Entity had no need of air like Ron did. It's eyes refocused on Ron, and then it suddenly grabbed his right forearm.

"Fuck…" Ron grit out as the Entity twisted his arm, and then it kicked Ron in the chest.

Once again, he was sent reeling through the air.

"It's getting weaker," Ravenclaw Ron grabbed Ron by the arm, yanking him up to his feet. "It can't keep maintaining its form, so if we can survive for more than ten minutes, we might just live."

"Can't we kill it somehow?" Ron asked; his entire chest was throbbing. I think it broke something in there…

"It's beyond even Death's reach," Ravenclaw Ron said, both of their eyes fixed on the Entity. "If it tries to show us its true form, close your eyes and start swinging. If you can buy me some time, I think I can create a new prison for it."

'Luna' slowly began to rise, her form was becoming unstable, and thick black sludge was pouring out of her wounds. The Entity was definitely hurt, and judging by the look on its face, this was a new feeling for it.

To be injured by mere mortals.

"So much for 'specks of dust', huh?" Ron couldn't help but gloat, ignoring the Entity's glare. "You arrogant prick."

"Traitor…" the Entity snarled at Ravenclaw Ron, who immediately went pale in the face. "Once We have destroyed the Champion, We will-"

"Blah blah blah," Ron rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up, and come at us! We'll show you what Ronald Bilius Weasley is truly capable of!"

The Entity roared into the sky, and then it charged them, its feet shattering the ground they stepped on. Ron felt a dull ache in the back of his head, but he decided to just power through it. It's not using Magic? Why?

"It's weakened," Ravenclaw Ron jumped into the way. "FIGHT!"

With that, Ravenclaw Ron summoned sickly-green, ethereal tendrils from the ground and launched them at the Entity. The tendrils smashed into the oncoming God, wrapping themselves around the snarling beast in an effort to stop its charge. By the time the Entity reached Ravenclaw Ron, it was barely able to move.

Ravenclaw Ron used the tendrils to lift the Entity into the air, his face showing just how difficult it was to keep the enraged God in place. And then, with boisterous yell, Ravenclaw Ron threw the Entity over their heads, sending it flying into the giant entrance door.

It was impossible not to be impressed, but Ron didn't sit around to ponder his past self's power. He needed to tear this thing to pieces as quickly as possible, because if it recovered its strength even a little; they were both going to die very painfully.

As the Entity struggled to get back on its feet, Ron came running in and smashed his knee into the side of its face, causing the Entity head to bounce off of the giant door. The Entity crumpled back onto the ground, looking rather dazed for a change. It's getting even weaker! Don't stop now, Ron!

"Did We ring your head, Father?" Ron laughed, clawing away at the Entity's form wildly. "ANSWER US!"

The Entity suddenly reached up and grabbed Ron's left hand, its 'bloodied' face slowly looking up in Ron's direction. Uh oh…

"Oh, Luna… What terrifying eyes you have…" Ron sniggered, a manic glint in his demonic eyes.

"Madman…" the Entity hissed.

Ron quickly tried to bring the claws on his right hand down, but with overwhelming force, the Entity yanked Ron off of his feet and smashed him into the door. Ron's left arm felt like it had been ripped out of its socket, but before he could even groan, the Entity kicked him square in the jaw.

A couple of Ron's teeth shot out of his mouth, leaving him stunned and drowsy. I think it kicked me back to normal… My fucking face…

"Time to die-" the Entity started, but a blindingly bright blue light smashed into the Entity's back, sending it right through the large door.

Ron felt a sharp pang of pain in his head, and as he slowly looked up, the bright blue light reformed into Ravenclaw Ron. Bloody hell! That's brilliant! His past self examined the shattered door, and then he frowned to himself.

"Try not to damage the castle too much," Ravenclaw Ron said. "This place is still a representation of your mind, so hurting it only hurts you."

"Of course…" Ron slowly stood up and spat out the blood pooling in his mouth, his left arm dangling limply at his side. "Wouldn't be fun if things were fair, eh?"

Ravenclaw Ron said nothing in response, focusing instead on the Entity. It was lying on its back; its crimson, toad-like eyes had rolled into the back of its skull. It's already healing again… Fuck me; we're not going to win this fight.

"Clever…" the Entity suddenly growled, its body twisting and jerking upwards.

Both Rons grimaced at the sight, they Entity was trying to change its form. Luna slowly began warping into Ginny, and then, it suddenly pushed itself off of the ground in order to glare at Ron. It couldn't complete the transformation… Ugh… It looks like Ginny and Luna melted into one body… Ron nearly gagged; he could already feel his rage returning in full force. It's twisted both of my sisters' images just to get to me. I'll make it pay for that.

"So clever…" the Entity coughed out thick black sludge. "You knew that We weren't watching your mind today… You knew that We were conserving Our strength… You planned to aggravate Us to hide your thoughts from Us…"

"I figured that you'd be too pissed to focus on what's important," Ron smirked, ignoring the pain running throughout his body. "That's why you keep failing the Cycles, after all… You're not capable of coherent thought. You're a monster, and you'll never succeed. Fate probably knows this, and this is her way of tormenting you."

"Fate…" the Entity snarled, swaying from side to side.

"She'll be next," Ron grinned, his eyes turning crimson and toad-like. "No more false Gods… Only US!"

"We shall see," the Entity's eyes began to glow. "You shall feel the cold embrace of the Void, Progeny!"

Ron and the Entity roared at the top of their lungs, both of them charging at each other with the full intention of tearing each other to pieces. Ron's left arm came to life, twisting and cracking as it fixed itself back into place.

Claws and teeth were all Ron saw when his body clashed against the Entity's, both of them ripping and tearing at each other like the monsters they were. Burning agony coursed through Ron's body, but it paled in comparison to the enjoyment Ron was getting from this fight.

It just felt so good to cause the Entity some genuine pain, even if it was nothing compared to what the Entity had always inflicted on him.

The Entity's claws suddenly dug into Ron's shoulders, and before Ron could scream, it forced the bloodied young wizard down onto his knees. Ron quickly grabbed its arms, his own claws digging into the Entity's flesh.

"We'll tear off these arms," Ron promised, his body twisting and growing unnaturally.

A murder of crows suddenly surrounded them, pecking and clawing at the Entity in order to distract it. Ron slowly began to rise back up, overpowering the Entity as his body became more and more monstrous. Before long, Ron was towering over the Entity; he was easily over seven feet tall now.

The crows turned into black mist, and Ravenclaw Ron materialised behind the Entity. He wrapped his arms around the Entity's neck, putting it into a headlock in order to stop it from biting Ron.

All three of them roared as they struggled for dominance, though there was no clear victor in sight.

"We… will spare… Ginevra…" the Entity grit out, but Ron knew better than to listen to the Entity's lies.

"We will SAVE Ginny!" Ron barked out. "We have no need of you! Not anymore!"

Two tentacles suddenly shot out of the Entity's stomach and back, impaling both Rons through their stomachs. Ravenclaw Ron screamed in pain, while Ron unhinged his jaw like a Goblin Shark and bit into the Entity's right arm. His dagger-sharp teeth tore through the 'meat', and the Entity could do little but scream as Ron ripped off its right arm.

The Entity suddenly swung its body around, and the tentacles sent both Rons barrelling in different directions. Ron didn't know about his counterpart, but he was starting to lose steam. The pain had become unbearable, and the only reason why he hadn't passed out yet was because he knew that this was the end.

If he didn't come out on top in this fight, then it was all over for him.

"Fucking… hell…" Ron coughed out, a mixture of blood and black sludge dripping out of his mouth.

He could hear the Entity howling murder in the background, and as he forced himself to stand up and look in its direction, he saw that it wasn't healing as quickly anymore.

"You bastard…" Ron grinned despite the pain; it was just so gratifying to see the Entity's suffering. "That almost killed Us…"

For the first time in his life, he saw something akin to fear flash across the Entity's face. It knew that it was fucked, and Ron couldn't be happier about that little fact. Slowly, Ron began limping towards the Entity; the hole in his lower abdomen was causing his legs to shake.

"Do We sense fear, Father?" Ron gloated, while the Entity struggled to find its footing. "Give Us that other arm… WE WANT IT!"

"You cannot hope to end the Cycles without Us," the Entity snarled. "Without Us, you will be blind…"

"Blind, but in charge," Ron stopped in front of the Entity, his large figure casting a shadow over the Entity's broken form. "First you, then the Death-Eaters! We will become the shield that protects the weak, and all who clash against Us will be left broken!"

The Entity tried to grab at Ron's torn pyjamas with its remaining hand, however, Ron quickly seized it. With a swift motion, Ron brought his claws down at the Entity's elbow, tearing its flesh open and yanking the arm off. The Entity gurgled out a bone-chilling sound; the rest of its form was beginning to dissolve into black sludge.

"Did We tire you out, Father?" Ron asked, but before the Entity could reply, Ron grabbed it by the throat and lifted it into the air.

"Unhand-" the Entity started, but its words turned into screams of pain when Ron slashed its belly open.

"We win!" Ron laughed maniacally. "WE ALWAYS WIN!"

The Entity suddenly flew out of Ron's grip, causing Ron to go tumbling to the floor. What the fuck?! Ron looked up with a murderous glare, and much to his surprise, some invisible force was dragging the bellowing Entity out into the courtyard.

The black sludge within Ron's mouth shot out after the Entity, leaving him even more baffled as to what was happening. As he looked around, he realized that anything that was a part of the Entity was being summoned outside.

Someone was using Magic to drag the Entity away from him.

Ron searched for his counterpart, but all he saw was a trail of blood leading out of the entrance hall. What is he doing?! We need to keep hurting it, or it will recover! Ron let out a pained yell as he got back onto his feet, his body slowly twisting and returning to normal.

The pain returned so harshly that Ron nearly fell over again. Not yet… Not until the fight is over…

His vision began to darken, but he kept limping towards the exit. Keep moving, you fuck… He could hear the Entity's pain and rage, the entire castle was now shaking because of it, but instead of being afraid, Ron was more curious as to what was happening.

His questions were all answered as soon as he stepped out into the courtyard. What. In. The. Fuck?

His past self was waving his glowing hands in circles, magically constructing a large, silver hourglass. It was unlike anything Ron had ever seen before, and for a moment, he couldn't even bring himself to move. Whatever that Magic is, it's not from this world. As a matter of fact, all of his Spells seem… alien… in nature.

Ron knew that his past self had learned at the Entity's feet, and now he understood why he was so powerful. The Magic he was using was not of this world, which meant that not even a man like Dumbledore could figure it out. At least, not in time to counter it.

Ron felt the urge to push Ravenclaw Ron into the hourglass in order to leave him at his master's mercy. He deserves to be punished, Ron… He killed thousands, and one good deed can't change that.

As the hourglass began to close around the Entity, Ron began limping towards his past self. The Entity was shrieking out threats and throwing out false promises, it was clearly terrified of being sealed away again. A few more steps, Ron, and then just shove him in.

"We will… escape…" the Entity rasped weakly, it was little more than black sludge now.

"Not while I'm here…" Ravenclaw Ron grit out, and Ron stopped just behind his past self. "I'll be keeping you in here, and if you try to break loose, I'll teach you exactly what I've learned from you!"

Ron stilled completely, he couldn't push Ravenclaw Ron in there… That would be an immensely stupid thing to do, especially considering that the Entity would force him to undo his Magic. I… What am I doing? Have I gone insane? I need him to keep the Entity trapped in this hourglass… What's wrong with me?

Ron tried open his mouth and speak, but even that was impossible in his current state. His injuries had caught up to him, and as his vision began to turn black, Ron took one last look at the hourglass that would hold the Entity at bay. I won…

---

Friday 5th February, 1994 (The Burrow – Morning)

Ron's eyes opened slowly, and he immediately felt his entire body ache. Where am I?

He sat up and looked around, his own room felt so unfamiliar to him. Maybe he had become too accustomed to waking up in Bill's room? As he moved off of his bed, groaning because of his aching bones, he tried to recall the events of last night.

Piece by piece, it all came back to him. The Entity!

"Oi… Bunkmate …" Ron coughed out, hoping to summon his past self. "Are you still alive up there?"

"You're awake," Ravenclaw Ron said, he was suddenly standing by the window. Bloody hell, he just showed up out of nowhere. "It's almost midday, and I'm sure mum's been up here a dozen times to check up on you."

Ron ignored whatever Ravenclaw Ron was saying; he had important questions to ask. But first… I need my potion. I feel like a Hippogriff was dancing on my forehead while I slept. Ron limped over to his study desk, and after opening the lower most drawer, he pulled out one of the boxes of Calming Draught that Marty had delivered.

"How do you feel?" Ravenclaw Ron asked distantly, while Ron chugged down a vial.

"Better…" Ron sighed, peace washing over him. "Much better."

"What did we do last night?" Ravenclaw Ron looked at Ron, he looked unsure and, possibly, afraid.

"We proved that even a God can bleed," Ron packed up his medicine, sealing it away for later. "What was that hourglass? How did you build a trap that can hold the Entity?"

"I learned how to make them while-" he stopped abruptly.

"While it was locking away the other Rons?" Ron asked, and his past self gave a small nod. "How can you use Magic in Dream Hogwarts, but I can't?"

"Because my power comes from the Entity," Ravenclaw Ron replied."Though compared to it, I'm little more than an amateur…" And he still killed Albus Dumbledore in his Cycle? Just how powerful is the Entity? I know that in its true form, it's able to consume entire Universes, but isn't the Entity within my head just a tiny portion of the real thing? All of this 'God' business is a fucking headache, and I'm getting very fed up with it.

"Start explaining things properly," Ron ordered. "I'm not in the mood for vague answers."

Ravenclaw Ron pulled back his sleeves, revealing mysterious, pitch-black markings all over his skinny forearms. Those aren't Runes… What language is that?

"The Entity marked me with its 'blood' so I could channel its power," Ravenclaw Ron said. I knew it! This fucking coward didn't even have the balls needed to put in the work. He just handed the Entity his soul for a quick boost. Pathetic cunt. "That's why I was so powerful. I was abusing its power… And I think that's why Fate decided to destroy me."

"I thought she destroyed you because you made a Horcrux," Ron said.

"That was the last straw," Ravenclaw Ron fixed his suit back into place. "I think we've made a terrible mistake…"

"Come off it," Ron said coldly, why was he stuck with the most cowardly Ron in existence? Why couldn't I have had a Gryffindor? Or a Hufflepuff? Or better yet, a damn Slytherin? "That thing can't be trusted, and I'm pretty sure that it's the reason why we keep failing the Cycles. It can't comprehend anything other than total destruction, and it no doubt sabotages us in an effort to dominate others. It's a monster, and we're far better off without it."

"It could've given you so much power," Ravenclaw Ron said, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"I'll earn my own power," Ron said, walking back over to his bed and sitting down. "I would rather struggle and suffer than to hand over my soul to that monster. I'll be the one to end the Cycles, no one else."

Ron then drew in a deep breath, taking a small moment to enjoy the fact that he was still able to breathe. Starting from today, I will never second-guess myself. I'm in charge of my own fate, and if anyone tries to change that, I'll shut them down without hesitation.

"What was your plan last night?" Ravenclaw Ron asked. "You had no idea if I would help you… You didn't even know that the Entity could be sealed away using its own brand of Magic. What was your goal?"

"My goal… was to die," Ron admitted, and Ravenclaw Ron just stared at him apprehensively. "I knew that it was going to come for me again, but this time, I planned to fight until I was torn to shreds. I didn't know that you could seal it away, nor did I know that I could hurt it with my claws."

"Why…? Why would you do this…?" Ravenclaw Ron all but whispered.

"Because I would rather die than become like you," Ron said harshly, and his past self slowly averted his gaze. "I appreciate the assist, of course, but it doesn't change anything between us."

Ron then stood up and walked over to his past self, the claws on his left hand revealing themselves.

"You try and stab me in the back… And I'll fuck you up," Ron promised, tracing his claws along Ravenclaw Ron's arm. "See? I can touch you with these, which means that I can tear you apart at any given moment. From now on, you will be forthright and helpful. Is that clear?"

Ravenclaw Ron gave a nod, and Ron leaned in to catch his gaze. He's afraid of me… Good. As far as I'm concerned, he's a piece of shit that doesn't deserve any mercy.

"Just in case you haven't figured this out…" Ron whispered. "If you set that thing free, it's going to skin you alive first. I am your only hope now, so I expect complete loyalty from you. Treat me with respect, and I will do the same for you. Betray me, and I'll spend my last moments tearing you to little pieces. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes…" Ravenclaw Ron replied, looking out of the window again.

"Now, how certain are you that you can keep the Entity within the hourglass?" Ron asked.

"It can't even take form after last night," Ravenclaw Ron replied. "That's the only reason why I was able to trap it in the first place. It's weaker than ever, and I doubt it wants to run into you again so soon."

"And what of my mind?" Ron asked. "It was healing the brain-damage, and it was warding my mind against invaders. What happens now?"

"I don't know how to heal the brain-damage," Ravenclaw Ron replied. "However… I'm not sure that I need to…"

"What?" Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"You've changed…" Ravenclaw Ron looked back at Ron. "I would even go as far as to say that you're no longer human. Plus, didn't you see your mind last night? There were cracks everywhere, and that black sludge was leaking out of them. I couldn't summon it like I could summon the Entity, which gives credibility to my theory."

"Your theory of me not being human anymore?" Ron asked for clarification.

"I have not seen something like this before," Ravenclaw Ron replied. "You were able to hurt the Entity, and that alone beggars belief." Ravenclaw Ron then looked back outside. "We need to be careful going forward, Ron… The Elder don't like to be challenged, and they were no doubt watching you last night."

"You're saying that I could get reduced to ash at any given moment?" Ron frowned. "Brilliant… Fucking brilliant… Out of the frying pan, and into the fucking fire."

"That seems to be a recurring theme with you," Ravenclaw Ron shrugged. "Anyway… I'll try my best to ward your mind against invaders, but I won't be as proficient as the Entity was."

"What of Veelas?" Ron asked.

"Try and stay out of their way," Ravenclaw Ron advised. "I can hold off twenty, or so… But any more than that, and you'll be drooling at their feet."

"You say that I'm not exactly human anymore, so doesn't that mean that I could resist them myself?" Ron asked. "I mean, what do we really know about the Entity bleeding into me?"

"There are too many unknowns," Ravenclaw Ron said. "We'll need to test your limits to get the answers."

"Then let's get started as soon as possible," Ron began heading for the door. "I just have to take care of a lot of errands today, but once we're home, we'll start making plans." With the Entity taken care of, I can finally focus on the mission. Time to reintroduce myself to the world.

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Friday 5th February, 1994 (The Burrow – Nearly Midday)

Ron finished up his breakfast; ignoring the looks his mothers were giving him.

Pandora had arrived very early in the morning, and she had been filled in on what had happened last night. As it turned out, Arthur Weasley's feelings were hurt again. He was upset that his son had defied him, and he was 'heartbroken' about the fact that Ron had not forgiven him for calling Ron lesser than his other children.

Ron would have rolled his eyes, but he didn't want to put up with another argument.

"You need to apologize to your father, Ron," Molly broke the silence, but Ron just kept ignoring her. I should go check up on Priscilla today. It's been ages since I did that, and she's no doubt running low on money.

"Ron, your mother is speaking to you," Pandora said, and Ron drew in a deep breath. Thank Merlin that I took my medicine today. I mean, I just defeated a God, but instead of finding some peace for a change, I'm being nagged first thing in the morning. Same shit, different day.

"I heard her," Ron said calmly, and then he finished his glass of milk. "What do I need to apologize for, mum?"

"I made a mistake in letting you talk me into inviting your 'allies' here last night," Molly said sternly. "Your father barely slept a wink last night, Ron." That's it. I'm putting an end to this behaviour. Time to get 'offended', and make a scene that they won't soon forget.

"And I've barely slept since he all but told me that he didn't want me," Ron replied, and both women went quiet. "Why is it that I'm constantly being nagged by you lot?"

"Pardon?" Pandora blinked.

"You heard me," Ron looked her dead in the eyes. "I come down for breakfast, and there's some new issue. I come down for lunch, and there's some new issue. I come down for dinner, and there's some new issue!"

Ron slammed his fist on the table, making both witches flinch from fright. My fucking forearm! OW! When will this injury stop hurting?!

"Enough!" Ron ordered, looking between them. "You don't like me, then piss off! Stop nagging me constantly with your horseshit! I have no patience for it anymore!"

"Ron…" Molly muttered, looking rather hurt.

"You're only in this world because of me," Ron pointed in Pandora's face, ignoring her paling features. "Your husband nearly sold your livelihood to snakes, but I came in and saved you again. Xeno then gave away my plans to my competitors out of sheer stupidity, and instead of helping me fix the mess he made, he tried to throw away his Family's future just to make himself feel better. And instead of firing him on the spot, I went and prostrated myself before my girlfriend. I begged Daphne for a thousand Galleon loan, ignoring just how terrible it made me feel. Time and time again, I have protected the Lovegood Family from disaster, and yet, you sit there and glare at me while I'm just trying to eat?"

Ron then looked to his mother.

"And you?" Ron asked. "You think that just because you've made me breakfast over the last few days and have finally shown me an ounce of the love you've always shown my siblings, you now have the authority to sneer at me? A lifetime of being shunted off to the side is not so easily forgotten, especially by someone as unforgiving as me. You and dad have happily lived out your dreams; ignoring the state you put your children in. You had seven bloody children, despite the fact that your husband makes little to no money, and all because you wanted a girl. Don't expect me to forget that you genuinely wept because I wasn't what you wanted. Don't expect me to forget that you tossed me aside the moment you got your little princess. What right do either of you have to order me around? Huh? You bought Percy a fucking owl instead of buying me a wand, all the while treating me like some traitor because Pandora took pity on me."

Ron then stood up, sneering down at Molly Weasley.

"You sent me pure hatred on a piece of parchment when I was completely alone," Ron reminded his mother. "When Harry Potter turned his back on me and gave my friends severe burns, you didn't even question him before smacking me around. And let's not forget how you tried to rip me away from my friends… Time and time again, I have forgiven you for your abhorrent treatment of me, but I'm done being forgiving. You can't bring yourself to love me, then so be it, but if you try to force me into following your edicts, I'll pack my things and leave."

Ron then fixed his suit into place.

"You know what?" Ron went on with his act. "Grab your cloaks. I need to show you two something that will open your bloody eyes." Look at them… That was way too easy.

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Friday 5th February, 1994 (Dumbledore Abode– Midday)

The moment he stepped into the orphanage, he spotted Packy and Racky cleaning up after a big mess. Don't they have a massive dining table? Why are they letting the children eat in the living room?

They both looked to him with wide-eyes, no doubt surprised by his sudden visit.

"Hello," Ron greeted the Elves.

"Master Ronald!" they both beamed immediately, but when the fireplace roared to life again, they both lost their excitement a little.

"I have brought my mothers along," Ron said calmingly, he liked that they were wary of strangers. Better safe than sorry.

"Mothers?" Racky asked slowly.

"Molly Weasley and Pandora Lovegood," Ron introduced them, and they both gave the Elves weak smiles. I might have taken my verbal lashing too far. Oh, well. They needed to hear it, and once I'm done with them today, they'll never bother me with this sort of tripe again. "Mums, this is Racky, and this is Packy. They take care of this orphanage, along with Priscilla and Tacky."

"An honour to meet Master Ronald's mothers," Packy said as both Elves bowed respectfully.

"Truly an honour," Racky smiled a toothy smile.

"Um… It's a pleasure to meet you as well," Molly said, she sounded rather confused about all of this.

"Is Priscilla here?" Ron asked, and both Elves nodded fervently. Why are they so excited all of a sudden?

"Mistress is cleaning dishes in the kitchen," Packy replied. "Tacky is upstairs with the children, it's time for their lessons."

"Then we shall leave you to your work," Ron gave them a nod, and then he began heading for the kitchen. "Mums, are you coming?"

"Ron, I don't understand why we're here," Molly whispered. "Pandora shouldn't be walking around like this-"

"Molly, I want to see this," Pandora quickly cut in. "I've been waiting to come here ever since Sirius told us about this place." And yet, you never asked. You're content to judge me like the rest, all the while ignoring all I've done for you.

Ron said nothing, though he couldn't deny that there was some pain in his heart. Pandora was supposed to be different, but along the way, she had adopted his parents' method of thinking. Judge first, and then get upset when you don't get your way. She's become increasingly distant to me over the last few months, and if she doesn't change by the end of today, then I'll just move on. I don't need them, but they need me.

As Ron entered the kitchen, he spotted Priscilla dancing to a song on the radio. In her hands was a shiny plate, though she was focusing more on moving her bum from side to side instead of finishing her chores. She's looking even healthier. This is good. It means that they've been eating properly, so they haven't run out of money just yet.

"You're a good dancer," Ron said blandly, and Priscilla let out a surprised yelp before turning to face him. "Hello, Priscilla."

"RON!" she looked so relieved that it bothered Ron a little.

She dropped the plate in the sink, and then she ran over and pulled him into a tight hug. She's getting dishwater on my suit… Brilliant. Ron patted her back gently, but she had no intention of letting go.

"You're safe!" Priscilla half-laughed and half-fretted, her arms tightening around his neck. "I read the papers, Ron! I wrote you so many letters, and when you didn't reply to any of them, I feared the worst!" Are you trying to finish the job? I can't breathe, woman.

"You're hurting my neck," Ron said, and she quickly let go of him.

Her face went a little crimson, and she shot him a very nervous smile.

"Sorry…" she apologized sheepishly. Don't be a prat, Ron… She's just worried about you.

Ron gave her a half-smile, which immediately put her at ease.

"Priscilla, meet my mothers," Ron stepped aside, revealing Molly and Pandora.

Priscilla looked a bit confused, but she was polite enough to not question him. She instead smiled at Molly and Pandora, both of whom looked ready to hug her. They know what she's been through, so I'm not surprised by their reaction.

"It's really nice to meet you," Priscilla said respectfully, her eyes lingering on Pandora's belly.

"We've heard a lot about you," Molly smiled, and Priscilla tensed a little. "Sirius told us that you take good care of the children here. I think that's beautiful, and that they're really lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Priscilla's cheeks turned even more red. "It's all thanks to Ron that we even have this place, though. Your son changed our lives forever, and you should be really proud of him." She's not. I don't fit her description of what a 'good person' is. I'm ambitious, and that makes me the lesser of her children.

"We are," Pandora said, shooting Ron a quick glance. You used to be.

Ron gave her an indifferent look, and she quickly looked back to Priscilla.

"I'm Pandora, and this is Molly," Pandora went on. "We've been looking forward to meeting you, Priscilla."

"Really?" Priscilla smiled a little.

"Really," Pandora smiled back.

"Um… Please, come have a seat," Priscilla gestured towards the table. "Would any of you like anything? Tea? Water? Biscuits? I bought some fizzy, black water from a Muggle shop, and it's delicious." Hmmm? A Muggle beverage?

"I'd like some water," Pandora accepted the offer.

"Nothing for me, dear," Molly said.

"I'll have some of that fizzy, black water," Ron said, and Priscilla beamed at him. "It sounds interesting."

"Sit!" she quickly made her way into the pantry.

Ron went and took a seat at the head of the table, while Molly and Pandora sat down to his right.

"Ron, why did you bring us here?" Pandora asked; her sharp gaze fixed on him. "What are you trying to show us?"

"I'm trying to show you who I really am," Ron replied, sparing them a quick glance. "Today, I'm going to show you why I do the things I do."

"We know that you want to help others, Ron," Molly whispered.

"Knowing and accepting are two different things," Ron said calmly. "You both live very sheltered lives, and that has blinded you to the suffering of others. I'm going to show you the world as I see it; broken and ugly beyond compare."

Molly and Pandora slowly exchanged looks, he could sense that he had disturbed them. Don't worry; I'll clean the filth out before I die. That's a promise.

Priscilla returned with two glasses in her hands, one filled with water and one filled with black water. She placed the black water in front of Ron and the normal water in front of Pandora, and then she quickly took a seat to Ron's left.

"I'm sorry that it's not cold," Priscilla apologized, a bright smile fixed on her face as she stared at Ron. "Do you want me to get Packy to conjure up some ice?"

"Is it meant to be enjoyed cold?" Ron asked, and she gave him a nod. All right, then.

Ron put his left index finger into the drink, something that baffled the women on the table. Glacius! His left hand tightened, and within a second, the entire glass became chilled. My Wandless, Non-Verbal Magic is getting stronger. I need to keep honing it.

"WOW!" Priscilla squealed excitedly, while Pandora and Molly just stared at the glass in surprise. "That was brilliant, Ron! Just… Wow!"

"Pretty neat, right?" Ron smiled genuinely because of her excitement, but the Calming Draught quickly subdued his emotions.

"Try it," Priscilla scooted her seat closer to his. "It's really amazing!"

Ron lifted the glass to his lips and took a long sip, and by the Gods, this fizzy, black water tasted a million times better than pumpkin juice. Bloody hell, this is delicious. What's it called? I need to buy some for my friends. They'd love this. The fizzy beverage tickled his throat as it went down, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. If anything, the sweetness was complimented by it, and before Ron knew it, he had chugged the entire glass down.

"You were right," Ron gave Priscilla his best smile, noticing that her cheeks became flushed again. "What's this called? I want to buy some for my friends."

"Coca Cola," Priscilla replied proudly. "We have spare bottles, and you can take as many as you like!"

"I'll take one before I return to Hogwarts," Ron accepted her offer. "You said that you bought this from a Muggle shop… I assume you used Muggle money, then?"

"I did," Priscilla smiled even more. "It's a little confusing… How do I explain it?"

"They use pounds," Ron said, remembering Hermione's lesson on Muggle money. "One pound is made up of one hundred pence, and that's all there is to it."

"Ron, you know how to use Muggle money?" Molly looked bewildered, while Pandora looked slightly proud.

As for Priscilla, she didn't look surprised whatsoever.

"You're so smart," Priscilla giggled.

"My friend, Hermione, taught me," Ron told them. "Did you exchange a few Galleons for pounds?"

"I did," Priscilla nodded. "Packy and Tacky took me to Gringotts, and I learned that one Galleon is worth five pounds, so we converted half of our Galleons into pounds and started shopping at Muggle stores. Well… I started shopping there. It's a great way to save money, and Muggles have so many amazing things at their shops."

"Clever," Ron expected no less from a survivor. People like us always find a way. "Speaking of Galleons… I imagine that you're running out by now."

"Um… Not really," Priscilla's smile faltered. Liar.

"I don't like being lied to, especially when I'm trying to help," Ron said, and Priscilla looked down at the table. "Priscilla, you know that I'm trying to help, and if you start thinking with your pride, then everyone in this house suffers." I doubt you can afford to keep this place running on your part-time job, and with the Headmaster out of commission, it falls to me to step up.

"You're right…" Priscilla sighed out. "I don't know why I'm acting like this. You've been nothing but helpful, but I still feel… guilty…"

"Would it comfort you to know that helping you makes me feel better about myself?" Ron asked, and Priscilla shot him an odd smile. It doesn't change the fact that I deserve to die painfully at some point, though. After all, I'm a murderer, and murderers deserve to be murdered. The wicked deserve to burn!

"You say some really weird things, Ron," she gave a resigned smile. "The Headmaster was supposed to come by at the start of the month, but after you got attacked, I can't blame him for forgetting. And now…" she trailed off.

"I'm sorry that I've been out of contact," Ron apologized, mentally berating himself for being neglectful. "With the Headmaster out of commission, I'll be stepping up as the primary benefactor of this place. I plan to go to Gringotts after this, and I'll transfer two hundred Galleons into your account."

Molly's eyes shot wide-open, but before she could say anything, Pandora grabbed her hand under the table.

"Two hundred is too much, Ron," Priscilla said.

"I want you to take good care of everyone here," Ron said, his voice becoming a little stern. "Aren't you sending the little ones to school soon? They'll need books and other supplies."

"You're all going to Muggle schools?" Pandora asked, finally finding her voice again.

It was… jarring… to see Ron like this. He wasn't the little boy she remembered anymore, but she was starting to see that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Ron had grown up, and now he was helping people on a much larger scale. She had, of course, heard of Ron's charitable work, but seeing him in action was something else entirely.

"Starting from April," Priscilla replied. "They'll be joining in the last term of school, which will be difficult, but they've grown too restless sitting around all day. Packy, Tacky, and Racky have been teaching them every day, and some of them are so smart. They're all going to make new friends soon, and hopefully, they can move past Knockturn Alley." One can only hope.

"What about you?" Molly asked, and Priscilla just shook her head. "You don't want to study? A girl your age should be working towards something." And what did you work towards?

"I… I can't leave Knockturn Alley behind…" Priscilla muttered, and Ron decided to intervene before his mother got bossy with a stranger.

"Maybe one day," Ron reached over and took Priscilla's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Some memories are difficult to move past, but with time, every wound heals." Except for the claw marks on my forearm. That shit isn't healing at all.

"Are you a philosopher, Ron?" Priscilla couldn't help but smile.

"No, I'm just really smart," Ron smiled back.

"You're really here," came a familiar voice, and Ron looked to the entrance and saw Tiberius standing in the doorway.

His eyes darted towards Ron's hand on Priscilla's, and his lips twitched downwards immediately.

"We heard about the attack," Tiberius walked into the kitchen, giving Ron a cold glare. "Shame that your friend wasn't as lucky as you."

"Tiberius!" Priscilla looked appalled, while Ron pictured Tracey grinning at him in her usual manner. Shame that she got hurt, whereas I made it out without a scratch. There is no justice in this world. Tracey deserved to grow up happy and safe, but a piece of shit like me took everything from her.

Ron let go of Priscilla's hand; Tiberius clearly didn't appreciate Ron touching Priscilla in any way. Usually, Ron would have punished such insolence, but he had a soft spot for the people in this house. They had suffered great indignities their entire lives, and from personal experience, Ron knew how jaded a person could become over time. Jaded, and territorial. Maybe that's why Harry was so convinced that I was bad news? He saw me 'stealing' what was his, and since he was so deprived of care in his childhood, he couldn't bear the thought of losing the Headmaster to me.

"Ron, forgive his manners," Priscilla frowned deeply at Tiberius. "He's not usually this rude!"

"It's okay," Ron said calmly, looking Tiberius over. He's put on some more weight. "You look well, Tiberius. Are you excited to start your schooling?"

"I am," Tiberius replied coldly. "Why are you here?"

"Tiberius, enough!" Priscilla shot out of her seat. Is it my face? Do I just piss people off by existing? "Why are you being this way all of a sudden?!"

"Please don't fight because of me," Ron sighed out, it was time to leave. "Tiberius didn't mean anything by it, I'm sure." She's going to tear into him anyway, so I might as well leave before I cause more damage.

Ron stood up and fixed his suit into place, and then he looked to his mothers.

"We have more errands to run today," Ron said, and both witches got the message.

"Wait… You're leaving?" Priscilla asked, and then she shot Tiberius another frown. "Tiberius, apologize to him right now! Do you have any idea how much he's doing for you?! You're able to go to school because he's paying for you! For all of us! He's given us a future!"

"Priscilla, it's all right," Ron said calmingly. "Don't shout… The others will hear you and get upset."

"Whatever," Tiberius walked off, leaving Priscilla shaking with anger.

As for Ron, his potion allowed him to not even feel fazed by all of this. If anything, Ron couldn't care less about Tiberius' lack of manners. The raven-haired boy clearly fancied Priscilla, whereas she seemed to fancy Ron.

Why else would she blush and giggle at his every second sentence? Distractions.

"I'm so sorry, Ron," Priscilla apologized on Tiberius' behalf. "He's really not like that… I don't know what's upset him."

"It's all right," Ron 'smiled', and Priscilla blinked at him. "I'm used to being treated poorly, even when I'm only trying to help other people."

Ron then looked to his mothers, and they quickly averted their gazes. Priscilla just looked between them; she honestly didn't know what to say.

"I'll get the money into your account," Ron looked back to Priscilla. "Please make sure that everyone has everything they need. Oh, and I'll keep my eyes open for your mail. I'm really sorry that I neglected this place. It won't happen again."

With that, Ron headed for the exit. Time to see what Gornuk's been up to.

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Friday 5th February, 1994 (Gringotts – Past Midday)

"Lord Weasley," Gornuk stood up as Ron entered the tiny office.

"Mr. Weasley will do," Ron said, he could hear the twins mocking him in the back of his mind. "How are you, Gornuk? It's been too long."

"That it has, Mr. Weasley," Gornuk gestured him to take a seat. "I am terribly sorry about what happened to you. I hope Miss. Davis recovers from her injuries, she was so very brave to shield you with her own body." Does he realize that he sounds very disingenuous? Makes sense, though. Why would he even care about Tracey?

"Thank you," Ron said as he took a seat. "Let's not waste any time, Gornuk, I have other errands to run today. I gave you a task before I… left… Have you completed it?"

Gornuk gave a weak nod, and then moved back into his seat.

"It was not easy, but I was able to find what you were looking for," Gornuk said as he reached into his desk, and when he pulled out a thin folder, Ron reached across and accepted it. "Everything I could find about Lord Bulstrode's crimes is in there." So this isn't all of it? Damn it.

Ron opened the folder, and then he quickly began reading the parchments inside. Some of these deals date back to the Great War. Merlin, how long has he been selling people into slavery?

"Walk me through it," Ron said, this would take time to comb through.

"Lord Bulstrode has had a deal with the Goblins for a while now, ever since the Great War," Gornuk started. "At first, he was handing over Muggles, and after nearly eleven years of getting away with it, he had no choice but to stop because of the scrutiny his Family was under after the Great War. But then, three years ago, he got back into contact with the higher ups of Gringotts. He wanted to sell Werewolves, and since the Ministry had stopped looking into his Family, the higher ups accepted. No one would miss the wolves, and many would even be grateful if they turned up missing."

"And why is he doing this?" Ron asked, packing up the folder.

"The higher ups falsify his tax documents," Gornuk replied.

"He wants to avoid paying taxes?" Ron asked; he was genuinely disgusted.

The Calming Draught quickly subdued his outrage, but it was hard for him not to frown at this. Why does life mean so little to these people? What's wrong with their fucking heads?

"The Pure Families already have many laws that help them skirt paying heavy taxes," Gornuk explained. "And with this deal of his, he doesn't have to pay taxes at all. He has saved a lot of gold by doing this, Mr. Weasley, and he does this across Europe. And…" he trailed off.

"And?" Ron asked. "Go on."

"His wife is a part of this scheme," Gornuk went on. "She deals with the higher ups in order to avoid suspicion, while he deals with the slavers. I was only able to discover these documents because I saw her talking to my boss. I broke into his office, and used a stolen wand to make copies of the 'transactions'. The Bulstrodes don't know that the Goblins are keeping 'receipts' for a rainy day, though it matters little because the Goblins would be condemning themselves if this ever got out."

"Unbelievable," Ron pinched the bridge of his nose. I need to get Werewolves across Europe to come to the Werewolf Sanctuary. I can't leave anyone to rot away in illegal mines.

"Might I ask what you plan to do with this information?" Gornuk asked weakly, he still had nightmares about Ron's real visage. "It's just that I've taken a big risk by going against my people, and if they find out, I'll be dead within hours."

"No harm will come to you," Ron promised. "I don't plan to bring this to anyone's attention."

Gornuk relaxed a little.

"Yet," Ron added, and Gornuk swallowed thickly. "Has my Elf made any deposits lately?" Marty should have sold at least some of the treasures that we found within the Room of Hidden Things.

"Oh… Um… Yes," Gornuk refocused. "Actually, he's made a lot of deposits, and I barely managed to avert the gazes of my superiors. Your Elf was bringing in chests full of gold, and although that isn't out of the ordinary for the Sacred Twenty-Eight Families; it was certainly eye-catching for the Weasley Family. I've had to increase the size of your vault, and I asked Marty to bring in anything that he couldn't sell for storage. In time, I should be able to liquidate your assets, but I suggest that we hold off on that. Far too many questions will be raised if my superiors catch onto this."

"Fair enough," Ron said. "How much have I made, then?" It should be a lot. We had entire chests full of gems, weapons, ancient armours, expensive-looking jewellery, gold, and other shiny trinkets.

"Just over forty thousand so far," Gornuk replied, a shiny glint in his beady eyes. "After everything is sold off, I expect that you'll make a fortune of a hundred thousand Galleons in total. Probably more." This is good. I'll leave it all to my Family, and they will live comfortable lives after I'm gone. I need to write a will soon, just in case.

"Tell me about my magazine," Ron said, and Gornuk was surprised by his lack of reaction to such wealth. "Gornuk? Talk."

"Oh… I have taken care of everything, Mr. Weasley," Gornuk replied. "I hired both Jack Smith and Timothy Greene, and I got into contact with Miss. Angel. She has agreed to mentor them, and they've agreed to study under her. I hope this doesn't bother you, but since we plan to launch the Quibbler at the start of March, we couldn't afford any delays. I've also hired a talented witch named Greta Thornburg. She is a well known freelance journalist from Scotland, but she was struggling to find work because the Daily Prophet tried to cut her out of the business."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"She reported on Minister Fudge's failings early on, and for that, she was chased away," Gornuk replied. "I have spoken with her, Mr. Weasley, and she has a great amount of knowledge on the Ministry's inner workings."

"She can work on the Ministry Politics Section, then," Ron nodded to himself, and then he gave Gornuk a grateful smile. "You've been busy on my behalf."

"As I said, we are running out of time," Gornuk said. "The advertisement campaign is coming to an end, and we need to have an issue ready to publish a week before we launch."

"Thank you, Gornuk," Ron said. "Take a thousand Galleons from my vault, and add it to your own."

Gornuk's eyes shot wide-open, and he immediately revealed his needle-like teeth because of his greedy grin.

"You are most generous, Lord Weasley!" Gornuk bowed his head. "Most generous, indeed!" Lord Weasley again?

"I reward loyalty and hard work," Ron said. "And you have displayed both in my absence. Continue down this road, and I will make you a very wealthy Goblin."

"I understand, Sir," Gornuk couldn't stop grinning. Why are Goblins so obsessed with gold? It doesn't matter, I suppose. I've made a fortune, and over half of my assets haven't been sold off yet. This huge reward will keep him on my side, and I need someone with his talents.

"Now, I would like to see my vault," Ron stood up. "And while I do that, I need you to transfer some funds for me."

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Ten Minutes Later

The vault door slowly drew open, and Ron waited patiently alongside his mother. Pandora couldn't take the cart down here due to her pregnancy, but Ron was dead certain that his mother was going to tell everyone about this eventually.

"Do you really want me to look inside your vault?" Molly asked. "Ron… I get it…"

"What do you get?" Ron asked.

"That you help a lot of people," Molly replied. "You're not the boy we all miss, and that's not a bad thing… I get it…"

"You don't get it yet," Ron said coldly. "But you will." That little boy you miss so much is dead, and I'm what's left. And if I ever get an inkling that little Ronnie is coming back, I'll tear him apart just as I did the Entity. You will see no weakness in me ever again.

Molly didn't know what to say, so she quietly followed her son into his vault. The moment she entered it, however, she was rendered truly speechless. There was more wealth in here than she had ever laid eyes upon, and chests full of gems, jewellery, and shiny trinkets were everywhere, surrounded by mountains of Galleons that threatened to blind her with their radiance.

She had never seen the Prewett Vaults, mainly because she had never cared about where her spending money had come from in her youth, but now that she was standing here, she couldn't help but wonder how deep her original Family's vaults ran.

While his mother looked around, Ron Wandlessly shut the vault door.

"Ron… Is this all yours…?" Molly finally managed; her mouth was hanging open.

Ron looked around the vault with a disinterested look; he didn't even feel proud of amassing such wealth anymore.

"No, none of this is mine," Ron replied, and his mother looked truly baffled. "Not a single Knut in here belongs to me."

"I… I don't understand…" Molly muttered. "Ron… You're really starting to scare me now…"

"You see that shelf," Ron pointed to a shelf stacked with Galleons, and Molly looked to where he was pointing. "All the gold on that shelf belongs to Ginny. One day, she's going to be a Professional Quidditch Player, but in order to achieve that, she'll need gold. She'll need the best broom, she'll need the best equipment, and she'll need enough money to live a happy life while she chases after her dreams."

Ron then pointed to a different shelf.

"This shelf belongs to Luna," Ron went on, and Molly listened dumbly. "She'll travel the world just like her father, but unlike Xeno, she'll spend her nights in the best inns. She'll always have a full belly, she'll always have enough gold to go wherever her heart takes her, and she'll always be secure if she decides that she doesn't want to work."

Ron then pointed to an overflowing chest.

"That's for Percy," Ron said. "He has so many ambitions, but ambition can only take you so far. I've helped him get in with Amelia Bones, but the future is covered in fog, and none of us know what tomorrow holds. Percy deserves the best, but since he's a Weasley, he'll always be fighting against people who are wealthier than he is. He'll always be competing to get a promotion that some rich prick will be given simply because his Family is more respected than ours. Percy will struggle, but with that chest by his side, he'll have a fighting chance."

Ron then pointed to a large pile of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.

"That right there is for the twins," Ron said, he could see tears forming in his mother's eyes. "They'll never work in the Ministry, and neither you nor dad has ever shown them the support they crave. You want 'respectable' jobs for them, but the twins despise authority and anyone who preaches its laurels. They want to open their own joke shop, but they don't have a Galleon to their names. They'll be forced to ask the Goblins for a loan, or worse, they'll have to go to some pretentious Lord for help. But I will not let that happen… They have always tormented me, but I love them both more than you can imagine. I want them to be happy, and I want them to be their own bosses. With that money over there, they'll never have to bow to anyone."

Ron then pointed to a chest full of precious stones.

"That's for you and dad," Ron told her, and Molly let out a sob as she covered her face. "You two have nothing saved up, and at this rate, dad will be working well past the age of eighty just to make ends meet. He doesn't deserve that, and neither do you. I'm going to make sure that he can retire early, and that you two can grow old together without a worry. You always say that you want to expand the Burrow in order to support a bigger Family, and I'll give you exactly that. Your grandchildren, my nieces and nephews, will live and play in a house that can comfortably house them all. Dad can spend all of his best years fiddling around with his Muggle toys, while you can open up a restaurant and show off your brilliant skill with Cooking Spells."

Ron the raised his arms, the glint of gold making him shine like the sun.

"I came into the world with nothing, and I'll be leaving with nothing," Ron said. "But the rest of you will never go hungry, nor will you need to buy second-hand things, nor will you be trapped in misery because you don't have the resources needed to build better lives."

"You can still… be with us…" Molly coughed out.

"Oh, please," Ron barely managed to hide his disgust. Why the fuck would I want to be there? I'm done with this fucking hellhole full of misery. The moment my mission is complete, I'll cut my own throat open. My code demands it. No mercy for the merciless!

"Ronnie…"

"HE'S DEAD!" Ron screamed, causing his mother to tremble from fright. "He died when he was twelve! The Dark Lord left him mangled and broken!" Ron pulled his left sleeve back, showing his mother his disgusting scars. "Look at it! LOOK! This is what's left behind! You don't want me?! FINE! I don't fucking care anymore! I don't fucking want me! So why should I expect any different from others?!"

The Calming Draught's effects returned with a vengeance, jarring Ron out of his rage. He quietly listened to his mother's sobbing, but he felt nothing from it. He knew why she was giving him those hugs every morning. He knew why she had gone through the effort of learning about his favourite dishes. He knew exactly why she took every opportunity to call him 'my sweet' or 'my beautiful boy'.

"Were you treating me with the love you've always shown Ginny because you were hoping that you'd get your little boy back?" Ron asked. "Answer me truthfully, mum, because I'll know if you're lying… Don't destroy what's left of me. Tell me the truth."

"Yes…" Molly admitted shamefully. "Yes… I just wanted my… son… back…" But aren't I your son too?

Ron literally felt the last of his humanity leave him; this world had no place for something like him. Finish the mission, Ron, and then just end it. There's nothing left here for you.

"I see…" Ron said, his dry eyes scanning his mother. "That's… That's fine…"

Ron then looked around the bursting vault, and he felt his stomach turn. My whole life, I wanted to be rich and powerful. Now I'm both, and it hardly even matters. I figured that I'd find love and acceptance if I proved myself, but all I found was that people preferred it when I was lonely and miserable. Fuck it…

"I will leave all of this for you lot in my will," Ron said coldly, and his mother released another sob. "If you want it, you can have it. If you don't want it, then leave it in here to catch dust."

Ron began heading for the door, he couldn't stand this place anymore.

"Ron! Please don't give up!" his mother grabbed his right forearm, and mind-numbing pain shot throughout his body. FUCK ME!

He turned around with a murderous glare, stepping right into her face.

"I'm not the one who gave up," Ron snarled. "You people did!"

"Wh… What?" Molly murmured.

"This vault is nothing compared to what you could have inherited!" Ron snapped. "But you threw it all away so you could live out your own dreams! Imagine all the people you could have helped with that much wealth! All this preaching about doing the 'right' thing, but when it was your turn, you and dad happily went about your own lives! When the Great War started, Dad didn't join the Order like the other 'good guys'! No! He went after what he wanted! Nothing else! And yet, this same man has the fucking gall to tell me that I'm not good enough?!"

Ron took a step back; he was seconds away from showing her his real face.

"Everywhere I look, all I see is injustice!" Ron ranted. "I went to Hogwarts, and I was treated like garbage by everyone! Including you! My own mother called me a fucking traitor for something that was completely out of my control! I went to France, and I was nearly murdered by Veela! The same Veela who I forgave for the Greater Good, and you know what they did?! They betrayed me, humiliated me, and spat upon my naivety! And now, I've lost Tracey! I even lost Daphne! All those promises she made about sticking by me, and then she just walked away when I really needed her! I have nothing!"

Ron felt something warm trickle down his nose, and he wiped it away angrily. Blood… I'm fucking dying, and it won't happen fast enough.

"Every day is harder than the last, and I'm sick of it," Ron felt his throat ache. "I'm sick of this world… I don't want to be here anymore! But I'm stuck because I have people that need me! The very same people who treat me like shit all the fucking time! It doesn't matter how many good things I do, all that matters is that I'm a disappointment! I could do a hundred good deeds, and you people would only focus on the one bad deed I committed along the way! All I wanted was a peaceful breakfast! But no… No, I can't even have that! You people even turned Pandora against me! Oh, who am I kidding? She probably never loved me anyway… She loved Ronnie, the boy who saved her from her own stupidity. How could she love the young man who 'strong-armed her husband into selling his business'…?"

Ron turned to leave again.

"You don't want to accept who I am, that's fine," Ron said, he was done with this. "I'm not going to force you, nor am I going to cry about it like I used to. I'm completely alone in this world, and I finally understand that now. You people destroyed this world with your selfishness, and I'm going to die fixing it. You want to question my character, look in the fucking mirror first and tell me that you've always done the right thing."

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Thirty Minutes Later

Molly and Pandora finally returned from the bathroom, Ron had been waiting for them by the exit.

Molly couldn't bring herself to look at him, while Pandora was staring at him like he was a stranger. It didn't really bother Ron; she could never hope to match the contempt he had for himself. He had set out to make the world a better place, and the world had kicked his teeth in.

Nothing could hurt him anymore, because everything had already hurt him.

"Are you two ready?" Ron asked.

"I'm taking your mother home-" Pandora started.

"No," Ron shut her down. "We're going down the street, and the both of you are going to watch my alliance helping the homeless people of Knockturn Alley. After that, I'm taking you to the Werewolf Sanctuary. We will go home when my errands are done."

"What's happened to you…?" Pandora all but whispered. "I can't even recognize you anymore, Ron…"

"Move," Ron aimed at the door, glaring into her eyes. "I'm giving you two a taste of my world. Don't make me ask again."

"Pand… Pandora… Let's just go…" Molly began drifting towards the door, and Pandora quickly followed after her.

Ron walked right behind them, and as they reached the bottom of the steps, all three of them quietly stared at the hundreds of people who had made camp at the entrance of the ruins of Knockturn Alley. Men, women, children, the elderly, the maimed, and the dying all sat together, looking completely hopeless and lost. The denizens of Diagon Alley passed them by; most of them sneered and spat in disgust.

Ron immediately noticed the horrified looks on his mothers' faces, he too felt dreadful for these poor souls. I'll help each and every single one of them. And if someone tries to stop me, I'll make it my life's mission to end theirs.

"I see Sirius," Ron pointed towards the man, he was handing out bowls of hot stew to the hungry. "Let's go."

His eyes scanned for danger constantly, and he positioned himself right in front of his mothers. If someone did attack him, Ron would see them coming. Never make the same mistake twice, Ron. Learn, and be better!

"I don't care!" came a shrill voice. "Get these people out of the street! They are disturbing the Ministry's peace!"

Ron and his mothers looked for the voice, and when Ron saw Umbridge shouting in Nymphadora Tonks' face, he felt his blood boil. I should have taken two doses this morning. If only I knew that I'd run into this shrivelled old cunt, I might have even tried to overdose.

"With all due 'respect', ma'am," Tonks said blandly, her hair had turned long and crimson. "Where exactly am I supposed to send them? You reduced their homes to ash, remember?"

"How dare you?!" Umbridge visibly shook with rage. "I will speak with your superiors about this! I am the Senior Undersecretary! Second only to Cornelius himself!"

"Then you can relocate them," Tonks frowned. "My job is to keep the peace, and so far, peace has been kept."

"Go join Sirius," Ron shot a look back at his mothers. "I'll be with you shortly."

With that, he began marching towards Umbridge and Tonks. I have my first target already. Time to go meet my prey.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another one! Damn, mucho rage! Gave myself a headache writing it, but that could just be the lack of sleep!

Too tired to think of witty things to say, so I'll just say this: See you guys in a couple of weeks!

Oh, and check the discord out! Link is on my profile! Slytherin Potter, I'm waiting for you! You better come down there!