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.

136. Chapter 136 - The Grey Mountain

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 136 is done!

1. I'm going to be starting a new delivery system from henceforth. Roughly 20,000 word chapters per week, want to focus on my writing once again!

2. This is my Fate Fest Entry XD (For those wondering, Fate Fest is a celebration we hold for Fate on the Discord server. Artists and writers within the community bring the story to life with awesome fanart and epic short-stories. If you are craving more Fate in-between chapters, you should come have a look at their work. They're all very talented people (Some even more than me)*! Link to the discord is on my profile.)

*This means I'm mucho sad =(

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 136 – The Grey Mountain

Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 19th March, 1994 (The Grey Mountain – Late Afternoon)

A dark, stormy cloud had completely engulfed them, like a hungry beast devouring a long-sought meal, leaving Ron and Fawkes at the mercy of a violent tempest. Being battered by both converging winds and merciless hail, the duo were struggling to regain control of their declining situation, but not for long, as Ron had reached the end of his patience. Enough of thi-! Ow! That one hit Us near the eye! Fucking cunt!

"Fawkes, try to stay in place, for fuck's sake!" Ron barked, almost slipping as the Phoenix fought fiercely against the raging storm. "Immobulus!"

The hail and rain around them came to an abrupt halt, hovering in place thanks Ron's commanding Freezing Charm. The wind, however, was relentless in its assault, but with several waves of his wand, Ron built a refuge for them out of invisible shields, giving Fawkes the chance to steady himself.

The Phoenix let out a grateful cry, though his eyes were already fiercely searching for their attacker. Everything's ruined! RUINED!

"You two need to get out of here!" Ravenclaw Ron laughed maniacally, finally catching up with them now that they'd stopped moving. "Only one creature is capable of conjuring up such a ruckus! You didn't mention anything about a fucking Thunderbird, you adrenaline fiend-!"

"We forgot!" Ron growled, his monstrous teeth clattering from the cold.

"Forgot?!" his past self didn't look convinced. "Or, is this just another attempt to get yourself killed?!"

"Don't! Not now!" Ron warned, the last thing he wanted was his own stupid voice in his ears.

"Then, I suggest you start looking up with those pretty peepers of yours!" Ravenclaw Ron lost his mirth. "Because Thunderbirds have big, fat lungs! It's not going to come from below, it's going to come from the fucking stratosphere!"

Ron put his augmented eyes to good use, looking up for any signs of the legendary creature, growing a little worried when he saw nothing but dark grey, until a fortunate flash of lightning revealed the growing shadow of a monstrously large bird of prey diving for them. Oh, fuck! He was right!

"Fawkes, bloody move-!" Ron bellowed, his eyes the size of dinner plates.

The Phoenix let out an angry cry, bursting into flames and flashing them both out of the storm. It was terribly jarring, to suddenly go from the eye of a tempest to soaring above green plains; his long legs dangling mere metres from the ground. What the fuck?! Where are We?!

Looking around in a slight panic, Ron found his answer. Fawkes, in his genius, had flashed them onto the other side of Mount Greylock, near the forest at the foot of the mountain. They were finally out of the dark cloud, and although the rain and hail were still an issue, at least their chances of being shot out of the sky by an errant bolt of lightning were exponentially lower.

Still soaring at great speed, Fawkes let out a softer cry, as if waiting for Ron's next instruction.

"Fucking hell!" his counterpart was suddenly by his side once again, barely managing to keep up. "Feels like I got yanked out of existence for a second, everything went dark!"

"We went too far!" Ron figured, not really caring. "Where is it?!"

"Keep your eyes up! It'll show itself sooner or later!" Ravenclaw Ron yelled over the wind. "Or, better yet, you can go back home before you take things too far!"

"It attacked Us!" Ron reminded his counterpart. "And if it tries to again, then everything We do is in self-defence!"

"Self-defence?" Ravenclaw Ron laughed. "A grown man punching a baby because it won't stop crying isn't self-defence! You and I both know that one well-aimed Killing Curse is all it'll take to bring this thing down-!"

"We are not here to murder!" Ron interjected. "We only wish to share words with Harkin!"

"Well, it'll be hard to do that from the grave!" Ravenclaw Ron said. "You better get ready, because I have a feeling that it's onto you!"

Ron continued searching for his attacker, but the storm was beginning to descend down the mountain, almost as if chasing after Ron himself, concealing the summit of the Grey Mountain from all wandering eyes.

The Thunderbird of Mount Greylock, Brightbeak, had successfully managed to hide his domain from them, and in doing so, had bought more than enough time for the staff of Ilvermorny to prepare themselves. Ron's advantage of surprise was now dead and buried, and all because he had failed to consider the biggest threat to his plans in his drunken haste.

Feeling his blood boil with utter contempt for his stupid self, Ron's fingers tightened around his wand. Useless, always fucking useless…

His self-loathing was cut short, however, when Fawkes suddenly began to ascend, his eyes focused on the eye of the storm.

"Do you see it?" Ron asked, trying his best to find Brightbeak as well. "Where is it?!"

Fawkes let out a soft shrill, prompting Ron to stay silent. Deciding to use his own vision, one that he was more accustomed to, Ron undid the effects of Aquila Oculis, immediately noticing just how rapidly the storm above them was growing, spreading through the sky like an infection. Perhaps caution would-

With an ear-splitting shriek, Fawkes flashed again, this time right on top of the unsuspecting Brightbeak, who had his eyes on the ground below in search of where the Phoenix had cried out from. Before Ron could adjust to being within the storm once again, or, even take in Brightbeak's magnificence; Fawkes' talon let go of him. FAWKES?! NOOOO-!

Screaming at the top of his lungs, his focus utterly shattered, Ron landed crotch-first on the Thunderbird's large neck, ignoring Brightbeak's startled cries and his own aching bollocks as he desperately clung on for his miserable life. The world became a flurry of shrieks, hail, lightning, and overwhelming winds, as Brightbeak wasted no time in trying to buck Ron off, but Fawkes used this as a means to launch another assault; flashing into Brightbeak's side at full speed and ramming into him. OH, SHIT-FUCK! FUUUUCK!

Brightbeak tried to bat Fawkes away with his large wings, his body generating more and more lightning in a panic, but the Phoenix, despite his much smaller size, was in fact much more physically powerful, and after withstanding a direct blow from one of Brightbeak's wings; Fawkes began tearing at Brightbeak's flesh and fine feathers with both beak and talon.

Howling in pain as Fawkes drew blood, Brightbeak was sent into a rage, desperately trying get both Ron and Fawkes away from himself. This left Ron completely at the mercy of the two avian beasts, as all he could do was scream in his very human voice and tighten his thighs around Brightbeak's neck in an effort to live just a few seconds longer. I'm not going to die like this! Turned into a fucking pancake by gravity?! What would Cedric and Olivia say?!

Ron had been knocked off of his broom before, of course, and he was no stranger to losing control when flying in poor weather, but this was something else entirely, and with one of his hands still clutching desperately onto his wand, it didn't take long for Ron's thighs to eventually begin slipping.

"FAWKES! I'M SLIPPING! THIS FUCKING RAIN!" Ron screamed, managing to catch a glimpse of what was below them; a bottomless, swirling grey pit charged with lightning. Oh, fuck me! Wait! I know what to do!

Acting fast, Ron tightened his hold on the feathers he was clutching, a manic grin spreading across his face as he took matters into his own hands. "Brachium Colubrum!"

Bright green, ethereal serpents slithered out of Ron's right sleeve, wrapping themselves around Brightbeak's neck like a noose. That's better! A lot better-!

Brightbeak, realising that Ron was the more dangerous of the duo invading his home, suddenly began rising in altitude, batting his three pairs of wings with such force that even Fawkes' sharp talons were unable to stay latched on, leaving the Phoenix struggling to regain control of his flight. Ron only continued to tighten the noose, however, hoping to weaken the Thunderbird before he was sent falling to his death. Unfortunately for Ron, with Fawkes no longer hindering his movements, Brightbeak was able to roll, throwing Ron off completely.

Screaming unlike ever before, Ron managed to strengthen his ghostly serpents enough to bear his weight, using them as a rope to hang onto Brightbeak. Letting out a disturbing laugh, partly due to his success in not becoming a bloody stain at the foot Mount Greylock, Ron grinned up at the Thunderbird, finally seeing Brightbeak in all of his iridescent glory. Sweet Circe… I'm fucked…

Brightbeak, unlike his Phoenix cousin, was roughly the size of Professor Hagrid's hut; an aberration even amongst his own kind. His three pairs of powerful wings shot forth forks of lightning with each flap, making his golden feathers shimmer with cloud-like patterns. When their eyes finally locked, gold clashing against blue; Ron saw the ferocity with which Brightbeak was willing to defend his home, and the young Slytherin couldn't help but respect that kind of commitment.

However, despite his new-found admiration of his foe; Ron still had no plans to hold back, especially now that he knew that Brightbeak would kill him if he made even a single error. Focus, Ron! Fucking focus! Where's Fawkes-?!

That's when Ron finally spotted his past self once again, floating by the Thunderbird's Hippogriff-like head; studying the powerful creature with great concentration. What in the fuck is he doing?! Give me some suggestions, you goddamn cunt!

The Thunderbird suddenly let out another shriek, and Ron's wand began to burn in his left hand. Brightbeak's dazzling golden feathers turned darker and darker, much to Ron's shock and awe, eventually gaining a deep navy sheen as even his eyes followed suit. Good fucking Gods… What the fuck is it doing?!

"Get away from it, Ron!" his past self suddenly roared, shooting down towards him. "LET GO OF IT, YOU FOOL-!"

But before Ron could act, Brightbeak's large body began making the strangest of sounds; his deep navy feathers blinking brightly and evermore frequently as they began building up a charge. Ron was left nearly blinded by the lightshow, so much so that he even failed to notice that Fawkes had flashed onto Brightbeak's back, tearing a good chunk of meat out with his talons before sinking his beak into the wound to gouge out anything important.

Brightbeak bellowed in agony, but said bellow was quickly stifled by Ron's serpents sinking their fangs into the Thunderbird's throat for more support. Ron's wand continued to burn in his hand, right up until Brightbeak discharged an overwhelming amount of Magic and lightning from within, his glowing feathers acting as a reactor.

Ron watched in utter horror as his ghostly serpents were all but disintegrated, but that wasn't even the worst part… No, the worst part was Fawkes screaming as he was all but roasted alive. The only solace Ron could find was that the wave of energy hadn't manage to reach him in time, but only because he was now freefalling right towards his fucking death.

Gritting his teeth in order to stop his involuntary screams, while the wind relentlessly battered the piss out of him, Ron managed to spot Fawkes falling as well. A good portion of the Phoenix's face and chest were scorched, but judging by his anguished cries as he failed to regain control; he was still very much alive. I need to act before it's too late! Just do anything! Don't fucking die like this!

Pulling his flailing arms closer to his chest, Ron managed to turn just enough to see the fast-approaching ground. Not today! Not before I can save Tracey!

"Arresto Momentum!" Ron shouted, flicking his wand at Fawkes first before promptly casting the Slowing Charm on himself as well. NOOOO-!

They both came to an abrupt stop just before hitting the ground, causing Ron's insides to churn from the pressure and fright; forcing the contents of his stomach out right there and then. I… I did it… We're both still alive-!

The Spell ended rather unceremoniously, its job done, dropping Ron into his own mess while Fawkes lay several feet away from him, barely breathing. For what felt like hours, Ron just lay there, his breath ragged and his body shaking like a leaf. I almost failed her… I almost got myself killed!

If he had been late by even a second, they could've both died, and that frightening fact was sobering Ron up. Even holding his wand close to his heart wasn't enough to comfort him against the cold rampaging through him, it was as though death itself had embraced him. Get up, you stupid cunt. Get up! That fucker will be here any fucking second, now!

"Oh, thank Circe's bouncing tits!" Ravenclaw Ron was suddenly sitting next to him cross-legged, looking truly relieved. "That was brilliant thinking, mate! Bloody brilliant-!"

"Fawkes?" Ron managed, rolling onto his side and groaning as fire shot up his loins. "I think I broke my prick…"

"Eh, fixable," Ravenclaw Ron shrugged, floating over to Fawkes. "Still alive! Hardly surprising, but I don't think the bird's going to be much help-…"

Fawkes suddenly sprang to his feet, fat tears already rolling down his cheeks and fiery feathers, healing any and all damage that Brightbeak had inflicted. Are you… fucking serious? Just like that?

"That's just not playing fair, that is," Ravenclaw Ron commented, just as Fawkes hopped over to Ron.

Taking a page out of Fawkes' book, Ron quickly undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. His annoying counterpart catcalled and whistled, but Ron was more focused on his aching bollocks. "Episkey!"

Ron yelped as the foreign sensations of hot and cold bombarded his groin, but soon enough, the pain was all but gone. Oh, Merlin… Fuck, that hurt so much. Fawkes tilted his head and let out a cry, almost as if he were impressed.

"What? You're not the only one who has Healing Magic," Ron shot the Phoenix a weak smirk, which Fawkes took as a sign that Ron could now support his weight, as he wasted no time in perching himself on Ron's right shoulder.

"You might want to clean your clothes too," Ravenclaw Ron commented, eyeing the vomit marring Ron's suit. "And I'm almost certain you pissed yourself." I don't care… Better to be soaked in piss and vomit than to be food for the worms.

Ron pulled up his trousers, did up his belt, and then pulled out his Cypress wand from his inner suit pocket. "We'll be fighting down here, Fawkes. Fuck fighting that cunt up there, that's his domain. Down here, I have a much bigger arsenal of Spells at my disposal. You on-board?"

Fawkes agreed in the form of a shriek, his head suddenly jerking up in a panic.

"It's here!" Ravenclaw Ron announced, laughing maniacally as a lightning-imbued Brightbeak suddenly came bursting out of the storm, almost as if he were a bolt of lightning himself.

Ron turned his head and cracked his neck, before drawing in a deep breath to steady himself. Brightbeak landed several metres away from them, his feathers golden once again, and yet, the distance did very little to downplay his abnormal size. He was towering over them, even from a distance, but Ron wasn't impressed anymore. If anything, he was rather looking forward to this particular test of his abilities. He's out to kill, but if I end up doing him in, this could turn ugly… But fuck backing down, now!

"You want a fight, you fucking bitch?!" Ron snapped, both wands at the ready. "Then, let's fight! But don't go crying to that Headmaster of yours after I'm done with you!"

Brightbeak roared with such intensity that Ron felt the urge to cover his ears, instead, however, Ron fired a Non-Verbal stunner at the beast, only for it to shatter pathetically against Brightbeak's hide. Noted. He's a tough one.

"Use the Killing Curse," Ravenclaw Ron whispered in his ear. "Do him in proper!" Be quiet, I need to focus!

Remembering his lesson from Kirsten about dealing with large, avian beasts such as Dragons, Ron decided that the first order of business was to close the distance. I'll weaken him with Superante Stupefy, and once he's a bit slower, I'll aim for his eyes with Tumidis Oculis! I should also use my original wand to try and trap him at the same time! I doubt it'll be able to keep up with me!

"Fawkes, start flashing us all around him, make it as erratic and unpredictable as possible, but make sure that I'm facing the cunt each time," Ron took on his Duelling stance, his feet firmly planted. "I'm going to bombard him with Spells, got it?"

Fawkes let out a battle cry of his own, more high-pitched than his more brutish cousin, who launched himself towards the duo; his thunderous roar drowning out Fawkes' screech. Ron grinned as fire engulfed him just in time, returning to form a few metres behind Brightbeak. Remember Kirsten's words, Ron! Put some emotion into it! Think of Fate, that golden fucking whore! And all her cunt siblings!

"Superante Stupefy!" Ron bellowed, firing off a Quaffle-sized red orb from his Aspen wand.

Ron felt the recoil immediately, his entire right arm ached from it, but watching Brightbeak get knocked into the dirt face-first was well worth it. "Yeah, you like that?! Kirsten Domitor sends her fucking regards!"

"Fuck him up, Ronnie!" Ravenclaw Ron threw his head back and howled, enjoying this too much. "Get this fucker! He's no bloody Dragon!" Superante Stupefy… It's definitely effective, but even with all my practise, I shouldn't strain my body too much. I have other Spells up my sleeve, and they're just as deadly, given the right situation.

Brightbeak growled as he sprang up, shaking off the powerful stunner but clearly feeling its effects. Not letting up on their advantage, Fawkes and Ron began flashing all around Brightbeak, vanishing as soon as Ron fired whatever Spell came to mind. He cut at Brightbeak's enormous wings and beautiful feathers with Severing Charms, he used the Fire-Making Spell to singe Brightbeak's flesh wherever it was exposed, and whenever he got a free shot at the Thunderbird's startled face, Ron tried to use the Conjunctivitis Curse in an attempt to blind him.

Brightbeak could do very little against such a relentless assault, and as soon as it tried to lift off in an effort to regain some footing within the fight, Ron used the Herbivicus Charm to bring the wet grass beneath Brightbeak's talons to life. The Thunderbird shrieked in fright as the grass grew wildly, coming to life violently and seizing his talons, dragging his tired body back down and attempting to 'consume' him into the Earth. Perfect time for another Superante Stupefy, I believe!

Fawkes, bless his soul, flashed them only a few feet away from the struggling Thunderbird, and Ron immediately blasted his bloodied left side with a particularly powerful Superante Stupefy, sending the avian beast tumbling over.

"You still want more?!" Ron barked cruelly. "You fucking cunt! Get up! Get the fuck up right now!"

"Easy, there," Ravenclaw floated over, inspecting the wheezing, bloodied, and burned Thunderbird as more and more grass engulfed him. "I think you've won, mate." Fucking pathetic, you're nothing compared to Us! Nothing!

Ron said nothing, looking to Fawkes instead for his opinion. He's a bit like you, isn't he? Is he down for good? Or, is he going to come after me again? Fawkes, however, didn't wait around to respond, instead he flew off of Ron's shoulder and perched himself atop his defeated foe. Letting out a victory cry, Fawkes sank his talons deep into Brightbeak's nape, and in an act of unbelievable strength; Fawkes managed to lift his much larger cousin off the ground, tearing him away from the reaching grass. By the Gods-

"What the fuck?" even Ravenclaw Ron looked taken aback, a grin slowly spreading across his pale face. "Are you seeing this shit?!"

"Bloody hell…" Ron muttered under his breath, staring up at Fawkes in awe. "I knew Phoenixes could carry well beyond their own weight, but… Damn…"

Fawkes suddenly flashed out of existence in a brilliant orange flame, taking Brightbeak with him to parts unknown. Um… What?!

"Did that fucking bird just leave you here?" Ravenclaw Ron burst into laughter. "Oh, Merlin, what're you going to do now?!"

"Where did he go?!" Ron couldn't believe this, but before he could resummon Fawkes; the Phoenix flashed into view once again, smashing Brightbeak's face into the mud. "OW!"

Both Rons pulled a face, wincing as Fawkes lifted the screaming Brightbeak off of the ground once again before promptly flashing away, only to reappear near a large boulder. With incredible strength, Fawkes hurled his defeated cousin against the rock, shattering ribs and mangling one of the larger wings in the process. Sweet Merlin, why?!

"STOP!" Ron called out, bolting towards them. "Don't fucking off him, you stupid chicken! Unlike you, I can still go to fucking prison!"

"Stop!" Ravenclaw Ron suddenly popped into his path, making Ron stop on instinct. "Phoenixes are territorial beasts, as are Thunderbirds. Don't get in their way, or, Fawkes will start throwing you around as well."

"Fawkes, enough! I need him alive!" Ron ordered, ignoring his past self.

Fawkes' head darted up at that, and he swiftly returned to Ron's shoulder, shrieking and biting at the air animalistically. Ron couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at seeing Fawkes so angry, it was almost as chilling as seeing the old man lose his temper. One flattened all of Knockturn Alley when he finally lost it, and the other is literally unkillable… Merlin, what a terrifying duo…

Shaking his head clear, Ron pocketed his wands, slightly vexed that his aim with his left hand was not as accurate as his dominant hand. I should learn to wield both wands at the same time, I reckon I could Chain Spells together even faster with some practise.

"I have to say, though…" Ravenclaw Ron started, following after Ron as the young Slytherin slowly approached the unconscious Thunderbird. "You were fucking amazing just then! A proper goddamn wizard! Good on you, Ronnie, beating down a Thunderbird with such ease is no small feat!"

Ron felt his face flush a little, not used to genuine compliments from his mad counterpart. "Fawkes did most of the work…"

Hearing this, Fawkes let out a powerful cry before fluttering his feathers and nipping at Ron's ear affectionately. So, does this mean that Ilvermorny now belongs to Fawkes? If so, then I should let the good Headmaster of Ilvermorny know… He's in our territory, now.

"Fancy a trip up to the castle?" Ron asked Fawkes. "Let's show the fools within Ilvermorny what happens to those who get in my way. But, first, let's clean up a little… Appearances and all that tripe, you know?"

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William Weasley's POV

Friday 19th March, 1994 (The Burrow - Dinner)

Bill stared up at the Weasley Family Clock, his guts churning at the sight of Ron's hand. Always lingering near mortal peril… We all assumed that it was because he's sick, but what if he's in mortal peril because someone else is pretending to be him? What if the real Ron is-…

Bill shook his head clear, what the hell was he thinking? Whatever I sensed in him this morning; it wasn't there before he flew off with Fawkes. But how is that possible?! It just doesn't make any sense! I know I didn't imagine what I felt, it was real!

Bill finished another glass of Firewhiskey, leaning forward and staring at Ron's hand even more intently. Who are you? How can you alter your Magic like this? I know what I felt, and I felt… death… I think… Fuck, I need another glass.

Waving his hand, Bill commanded the bottle to fill his glass to the brim.

"Woah," Charlie grimaced a little, while Kirsten gave Bill a worried look. "Slow down, Bill, there are easier ways to murder your liver."

"You've been acting off all day, Bill," Kirsten pointed out, shooting a quick glance towards the door leading into the kitchen, where all the elders were discussing Ron's latest stunt, save for Lord Greengrass, who was with Aunt Muriel by now. Enacting Ron's commands… Now, why would a man like that just listen to Ron without question? I thought he was the mentor, not the other way around-

"Oi, Bill?" Charlie called, staring at Bill for answers. "Is this true? You've been acting off?"

"He was spooked this morning by something, and then, he was on his nerves until Ron showed up," Kirsten explained, while Bill simply focused on his drink. "And now, he's drinking like a sailor, and he won't say a word. Bill, you can tell Charlie and me everything, you know that, right?" You'll think I'm insane, I know I already do.

"How are you lot doing?" came Sirius' voice, the roguish wizard had sauntered in while everyone was focused on Bill.

"Checking up on us?" Charlie asked, still staring at Bill.

"No, I just want to talk about how brilliant your brother is," Sirius grinned, making Bill wince internally. My brother, who I know nothing about… Who is a complete stranger to me, to all of us.

"Where do you think he's gone?" Bill finally broke his silence, looking to Sirius. He knows a lot more about Ron than Charlie and me, maybe he could help me figure this out?

Bill knew that he could trust Sirius, because for all his childishness; Sirius was extremely dependable and loyal to a fault. And he's intelligent, he just doesn't like to show it.

"Ilvermorny, I'd say," Sirius shrugged, taking Bill's glass from his hand. "I think you've enjoyed enough Firewhiskey for one night, mate. Let me have a go."

"Be my guest…" Bill sighed out, rubbing his forehead, while Sirius downed the whole glass in one go.

"Sweet fucking Merlin…" Charlie went wide-eyed, while Kirsten drew in a sharp breath. "Sirius, doesn't that burn?"

"Pfft, amateurs," Sirius sniggered, shaking his head clear. "Damn, that hit the spot! I miss drinking like my life depends on it!" Always making jokes, I wonder if he takes anything seriously. "Now, why are you so glum, Bill? I figured that you'd be as excited as your father, the man won't stop talking about what we saw. Even your mother's impressed, so what's the matter with you?"

"I just had a long day at work," Bill lied, deciding to approach Sirius at a later date and in private.

"Must've been some day," Sirius smirked as he took a seat, he didn't believe Bill for a second. "Sebby and James should be coming around any minute now with that Portkey, do you lot want to come with?"

"We get to come too?" Charlie asked, his eyes flashing with excitement. "How'd you talk mum into it?"

"I have my ways," Sirius chuckled.

"You and dad begged?" Bill asked.

"Like dogs, on all fours," Sirius scratched the back of his neck, shooting Bill a sheepish smile.

"Still don't see why I need permission, I'm a grown man…" Charlie rolled his eyes. "Regardless, cheers, mate. We appreciate you sticking up for us, giving us a chance, you know?"

"Really, Sirius!" Kirsten added. "I've always wanted to go to the States-"

The entire living room suddenly lit up; it was as though the sun had exploded right outside their window. Sirius moved like lightning, throwing himself forward before Bill even had time to cover his eyes.

"Protego!" Sirius summoned a wandless shield, but no attack came.

The bright orange light was gone just as soon as it had come, leaving everyone in the living room disorientated. What the fuck was that?! Are we under attack?!

"Wands, now!" Sirius ordered, his fierce expression made Bill shrink a little, while Charlie was already on his feet.

"Are we under attack?" Charlie asked, his wand already at the ready.

"Don't know," Sirius replied, running off into the kitchen.

The trio wasted no time in chasing after him, where they found the others looking out of the windows. Bill quickly made his way over to his father's side, who was staring wide-eyed in the direction of his shed. "Dad, what do you see?"

"It's Ron! He's back!" Arthur announced to the whole room, rushing outside without another word. He is?! Already?! "Molly, come on!"

"Move, Charlie!" Molly was the second out of the door, knocking poor Charlie out of the way. "Ronnie!"

One by one, they all ran out to see the spectacle, but their excitement died almost instantly, replaced by confusion and utter disbelief. Ron was just standing there, staring down at the battered body of, if Bill was correct, a Thunderbird. Fawkes was flying about overhead, circling the Burrow as if he were surveying his territory for any dangers.

"Ron?!" Arthur called out, coming to an abrupt stop. "Ron, what is that?!"

"It's a Thunderbird," Xeno replied quickly, rushing to the injured beast's side and falling to his knees. "Oh, no… What happened to him?"

"I happened to him," Ron replied, stretching his back and yawning. What…? Why would you hurt such a noble creature? What's the matter with you?!

"No way…" Bill heard Charlie mutter to Kirsten, while the rest just stood rooted in their spots.

"Why, Ron?" Xeno asked weakly, looking up with teary, betrayed eyes. "They are an endangered species-"

"I'm an endangered species, right?" Ron scoffed, cold as the grave. "There's only one of me, and this prick attacked me first. Don't start something that you can't finish, that's the first rule of a fight. I was just going there to have a chat, and this bastard tried to fry me alive, and when that failed; he tried other methods of murder without any hesitation. I'm fucking lucky that I'm still in one piece!"

Ron then faced them all, and Bill finally noticed that Ron's face was covered in tiny bruises, and that his clothes were soaking wet and covered in mud and vomit. He really defeated a Thunderbird on his own? How?

"All I wanted was to have a fucking chat!" Ron suddenly barked, kicking the Thunderbird on the side of the head. Gods, what's he turned into?

"Stop it!" Xeno yelled, moving between Ron and the wheezing beast.

"Xeno!" Pandora rushed over to her husband's side, clutching tightly onto his hand. "Love, don't-!"

"You're a monster!" Xeno all but screamed, an eery silence washing over all of them. "How could you, Ronald Weasley?! How could you do such a terrible thing?!"

"Xeno…" Pandora eventually murmured, looking between her enraged husband and ice-cold son. "Ron just told us that he was attacked-"

"I'm no monster…" Ron interjected; his expression hadn't changed in the slightest. "I was attacked, and I fought back, but if that means nothing to you, Xenophilius, then that's your issue. Not mine. Not all of us can be as gentle as you." Ron then looked to Arthur. "Go and collect Artyom from the Werewolf Sanctuary, please. Tell him to bring his best Healers. I want this beast fixed up and secure in a cage by the end of the hour. I'm not done with Ilvermorny today, I just need a clean suit."

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 19th March, 1994 (The Burrow - Night)

"You're a monster!" Xeno's voice cracked around in his head, louder than any thunder.

Ron stared at his sickly reflection, his waxy skin and his hollow eyes; he was certainly beginning to resemble one. Ugly bastard… Frowning, Ron began putting on a freshly pressed suit, courtesy of Marty; his eyes scanning each scar before quickly covering it up. Mangled, hideous thing… Xeno was right. You are a monster.

"You shouldn't listen to him," came his own voice, soft yet cold. "He's a loon, what does he know about anything? He only has his family and business because of your power, your might! Not his-"

"He's a better person than me, and we both know it," Ron cut off Ravenclaw Ron; he didn't want anyone to justify him. I know what I am, and I've made my peace with it. "Maybe I did take things too far, but what's done is done. I'd rather keep moving forward." Maybe I should get drunk all the time, it felt so freeing not to constantly stress over everything… But I also lost my wits, so… So, no more alcohol. Ever. I don't have the luxury of becoming a half-wit, I need to be sharper than everyone around me.

"Take things too far? Did you kill it?" Ravenclaw Ron asked.

"No, of course not-"

"Then, you showed a lot more mercy than most," Ravenclaw Ron said firmly, making Ron look to him. "What?"

"You've become my most ardent defender as of late…" Ron shrugged. "Says a lot about me, doesn't it?"

"Do you really hate yourself that much?" Ravenclaw Ron genuinely looked taken aback.

Ron looked his counterpart up and down, his empty stomach twisting in disgust. Ronald fucking Weasley… A damn plague on everyone and everything, no matter the Cycle.

Not answering the question, Ron went back to doing up his buttons, but he was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. "Who is it?"

His past self vanished before any response came, but Ron was glad for it.

"Me," came the heavy voice of Artyom, and with a wave of his hand, Ron unlocked and opened the door.

Artyom entered the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind him. "Are you hurt?" No, I healed myself completely. My bollocks have never been more grateful, I think.

"No, mate, I'm fine," Ron replied, grabbing his emerald tie and staring at it. I reckon I'll go without a tieless this time. "How's Brightbeak?"

"It has name?" Artyom cocked an eyebrow, as Ron tossed the tie aside.

"He's the Guardian of Ilvermorny," Ron clarified, and Artyom drew in a sharp breath.

"Why?" Artyom asked simply.

"Because he attacked me on my way to Ilvermorny; he saw me as a threat to his home," Ron replied. "It's why I spared him, actually… He was just defending his domain, same as me. I can respect that."

"And now, you will take it back?" Artyom asked.

"Want to come with?" Ron asked, he already knew the answer, however.

"When do we leave?" Artyom asked, giving a solid nod.

"After your people have fixed him up," Ron replied, putting on a polished pair of shoes. "Is he chained up? Like I asked?"

"It was easy," Artyom replied. Good, I don't want it destroying my parents' house in a fit of rage. "It would be even easier to kill it, leave no evidence-"

"You want to kill such a noble creature?" Ron asked, stopping Artyom. "Go on, go down there and execute it. I won't stop you." If he even moves an inch, I'll murder him right here. No fucking mercenary is going to ruin my plans, not even this one.

Artyom said nothing in response, his eyes growing distant. Smart choice.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, don't ever say dumb shite like that near me again," Ron bit out, gesturing Artyom to get out of his way.

The larger wizard opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Ron to pass through first. "Why is Dumbledore's Phoenix here?"

"You know Fawkes?" Ron asked, his interest piqued.

"No, but I have seen pictures," Artyom replied, and Ron nodded in understanding.

"The Daily Prophet, no doubt," Ron figured. "Well, if you must know, Fawkes and I are friends, of sorts."

"Of sorts?" Artyom raised an eyebrow.

"He respects strength, I think, and I am strong," Ron shrugged. "But truth be told, I have no idea what goes on inside his head. All I know is that he's older than you and I can imagine, and that he's going to be around long after we're both gone."

"You are in good mood today," Artyom commented.

"That's me, the fucking cheerful one," Ron said dully, stopping just before he reached the kitchen because of the heated debate happening within. "Be quiet, I want to hear this-"

"Thunderbirds are sacred, Pandora!" Xeno was still arguing, no doubt causing Ron's men a headache in the process. "They become a vital part of their ecosystem, and without this Thunderbird, his home will suffer dire consequences! Ronald doesn't understand any of this!" I do, I'm much smarter than you, and I can also read a fucking book.

"Didn't you see him, Xeno?" Mary argued back. "Poor boy was battered to death-"

"Ronald disturbed his peace!" Xeno yelled. "Thunderbirds are gentle creatures! They only fight if they are threatened!"

"Xeno, it's just an animal, calm yourself," came his mentor's cold voice.

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"If this gets out, they'll never give my daughter a leaf, Sebastian!" James Davis joined in. "He's jeopardized everything because he was drunk, the fool!"

"Ron is no fool," Arthur jumped to his son's defence. "Yes, he's troubled… But he is far more intelligent than anyone in this room, and no one can deny that." I can deny that, believe me.

"Love, please, he's right upstairs," Pandora pleaded with her husband. "You know how hard things have been for him, and if he hears you, it'll break his heart-"

"Having a difficult life is not an excuse to behave like a thug, Pandora!" A thug? I suppose that's also true…

"Don't you dare call my son that, Xenophilius Lovegood!" Molly snapped back. "Don't you dare! Not after everything he's done for you!"

"He's chaining the poor creature up even as we speak!" Xeno didn't back down. "Like he's some trophy to be shown off! It's sick!" Enough… I've heard enough…

"Just listen to that, I cause chaos and misery no matter where I go," Ron chuckled mirthlessly, while Artyom had the decency to remain silent. "One day, Artyom, when I'm finally dead; they'll be happy… They might not believe this now, but they'll be filled with relief when they bury me…"

Ron then turned to look at his companion, who simply stared back at him. Unreadable, this man. What does he think about all this?

"No parent feels joy in losing their child," Artyom said eventually, looking away from Ron. "I know this…"

With that, the large Russian marched past Ron, leaving the Slytherin speechless for a change. What does he mean by 'I know this'? Did he…? Oh, shit… Poor bloke, I never even suspected… Either way, I shouldn't ask, because if I'm right, then there's nothing to be gained by bringing up such a memory.

The kitchen fell silent when Ron and Artyom made their entry, every eye in the room was now fixed solely on Ron.

"Ron, you're done with your shower," Molly was quick to change the subject, but Ron ignored her in favour of staring at Xeno.

"I'm chaining it up so it doesn't destroy this place," Ron said calmly, shoving his hurt so far down that it would never see the light of day. "I plan to set it free, but not before having a chat with it as well. Because believe it or not, I do know what I'm doing, and I know that Thunderbirds are intelligent beings. They, like Phoenixes, can understand us. They can empathise with us."

Xeno just shook his head at Ron, disappointment and revulsion written all over his face. Yeah, I can't stand the sight of me either…

Ron then looked to James Davis, frowning at the man for calling him a fool. This is his second outburst at me. One more, and he gets his own bed at St. Mungo's, right next to Tracey.

"You have no faith in me, and that's fine, Mr. Davis, but don't come into my house and call me a fool," Ron warned, matching James' gaze. "I love your daughter very dearly, but you? You're nothing to me, so I'll have no problems asking Artyom here to brain you-"

"Ron-" Mary started, looking exhausted with him.

"Can I please finish making a point here?" Ron stopped her from stopping him. Threat wasted…

"Mary, let him finish, he's not a child anymore," Lord Greengrass said warningly, gesturing her to remain silent.

"Now, if you lot really want to know what my plan is, then I suggest you start listening," Ron started. "I will take Brightbeak home and set him free, however, seeing as I kicked his arse; his domain now belongs to me. Those are the cards we've been dealt, and those are the cards I'll use to win."

"By what right is his domain now yours?" James questioned, eyeing Ron suspiciously.

"By the oldest right; I bested him in combat," Ron said coldly, noticing just how quickly everyone's faces fell. "Thunderbirds are territorial, yes, but they also move on when a more dominant species sets up shop in their domain. Like it or not, Xeno, but Brightbeak is still a beast, and he thinks like one. He attacked me immediately, with the full intent to kill me. If anything, I've shown him mercy that another predator wouldn't have-"

"Why are you referring to yourself as some beast, Ron?" Pandora looked disturbed. "You're not an animal!" Yes, I am. I even have a golden leash around my neck.

"We're all animals, killing and eating each other without remorse… Just go to Diagon Alley if you want proof," Ron said, deciding to be on his way. "Artyom, let's take him home." Before Xeno decides to knife me.

As Ron stepped out into the crisp night, he spotted Sirius, Bill, and Kirsten standing at a safe distance, whispering to each other as they observed Ron's mercenaries and Charlie tend to Brightbeak. I should thank Kirsten when I get a chance. If it weren't for her teaching me Superante Stupefy, things might've turned out different.

"Kid! There you are!" Sirius waved him over, but Ron continued heading toward the subdued Brightbeak. "Wait up!"

"Not now, Sirius, I'm busy," Ron said, stopping right in front of the Thunderbird.

Brightbeak was covered in heavy chains, with thick ropes binding his large wings to his body. He was still missing a few feathers, but otherwise, all of his injuries had been tended to.

The still-defiant Brightbeak glared up at Ron, his golden eyes piercing and full of rage. I know that look, I know it all too well.

"Ron, maybe you should stand back a bit," Charlie suggested, while Ron's mercenaries rolled their eyes.

"You get that the boss fucked this thing up once already, yeah?" London asked Charlie scathingly, giving him a critical look. "Maybe you should be the one to stand back-"

"Ignore him, London; he only sees his little brother, and not the wizard I've become," Ron said, not sparing Charlie a glance. He has no respect for me, and he never will. Not truly. "As a matter of fact, all of you sod off right now. I want to speak to Brightbeak alone."

"You heard the man," London signalled the Healers to pack it up. "We've done all we can anyway, let the boss have his chat."

"I will stay," Artyom told Ron.

"Yeah, I figured," Ron sighed out, he knew better than to argue against stone.

"Well, then I'll stay too," Charlie stood up. "I know quite a bit about Thunderbirds, maybe I can help?"

"You already have," Ron replied, looking to Charlie's wand. "Now, please leave, this is private."

"What about him?" Charlie was quick to argue, as always.

"I've been down that road, it wasn't pleasant," Ron replied, while Artyom stared through Charlie.

"Let's go, handsome," London gestured Charlie to follow her. "I can drag you, but I'd rather not embarrass you in front of your lass. Doesn't seem proper."

"Whatever… Do what you want, it seems to be the theme with you," Charlie sighed out, shaking his head and leaving. Is something wrong with people's necks today?

"I don't care for this Charlie much," Artyom commented once they were alone. "But he is not wrong, you should be careful, even now."

"He's not going to try anything, he's not an idiot," Ron said, taking another step forward and kneeling to meet Brightbeak's gaze on the same level. "And he's tired, just look at his eyes-"

Brightbeak tried to jerk about, but he could barely move an inch.

"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you," Ron promised, speaking softly. "Look, we fought, and now, we're having a conversation. Sure, you can't really talk back-"

Brightbeak screeched at that, stopping Ron. Okay, maybe he can talk back.

"Fair enough," Ron raised his hands in surrender, making Brightbeak blink. "I know I showed up at your door uninvited, and I know that Fawkes' cries probably set you off… I was drunk, and I made a mistake… I'm sorry, truly."

Brightbeak continued to stare, but the rage simmering behind his eyes was beginning to fade. You know what? I have a really terrible idea, but I'm going to go for it. What's the worst that'll happen? I'll die?

"Free him," Ron turned to Artyom.

"Free him?" Artyom repeated. "Are you mad? Beast will destroy this place-"

"Really? With all these wizards and witches standing about?" Ron asked, as if Artyom was an idiot. "He won't attack anyone, save for me perhaps-"

"This is suicide-"

"Artyom, I don't like being questioned," Ron stopped his right-hand man. "All right? When I say something, you should just do it-"

"Not your slave, I'm your bodyguard" Artyom frowned at him. God fucking Lord, give me strength- "But if death is your wish, so be it. London! Set it free!"

"Pardon?!" came London's confused voice. "Captain, did I hear you right?!"

"Kid, you can't set him free here!" Sirius ran over, followed promptly by the others. "There's a Muggle village not far from here!"

"He'll bring a hurricane down on us!" Charlie added.

Ron drew in a sharp breath, why were people so intent on wasting his limited time? Everyone has fucking opinions… I should just knock their teeth out, that'd get these fuckstains to stop…

Ron said nothing, however, ignoring Sirius, and pretty much everyone else, as he watched London and her lot banish the chains binding Brightbeak. With a monstrous roar, Brightbeak rose to his feet, staring down at Ron as his massive wings spread themselves out, cracking with white-hot lightning. Merlin's balls, he's bloody huge… What do they feed him up there on that mountain?

There was a lot of shouting all around them, as even the 'adults' had come running out to investigate, but Ron and Brightbeak were completely silent, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Do not try it, little one. Do not bring more pain upon yourself for pride.

Fawkes' cry suddenly cut through all the noise, and the fiery Phoenix came bursting through the clouds like a comet, landing on Ron's shoulder and eyeballing Brightbeak menacingly. Is he trying to look tough? Mate, we already know what you can do, no one is in a hurry to piss you off.

"Stop that," Ron flicked Fawkes on the side of the head, eliciting haughty cries. "We're making peace here, aren't we, Brightbeak? Fair warning, though, if you do decide to eat me, I promise I'll give you the runs." The Entity, though… I don't even want to think about that.

Brightbeak cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at Ron, slowly craning his long neck to meet Ron's gaze full-on. Ron drew in a deep breath and took a step forward, ignoring everyone but Brightbeak. He's so… beautiful… What a true champion ought to be like.

"My friend is dying, Brightbeak," Ron whispered gently, though his eyes never lost their resolve. "I came to Ilvermorny because I need a leaf from the Sacred Tree to bring her back. We've tried everything, but even Phoenix Tears have failed… Our only hope now is the unknown power behind those leaves, it's my only hope to thank her for saving my wretched life… That's all I want, nothing more. I will never disturb your peace again if you give me this, I swear it. The mountain is yours."

Ron then drew in another deep breath, even ready to beg on his knees, if that's what it took. For Tracey, I would kiss his feet… A good, kind person like her shouldn't be on her deathbed, while a monster like me runs free… It's wrong… It's so fucking wrong; I can't stand it anymore.

"Please, help me?" Ron asked, unblinking. "You're Tracey's only hope, you're my only hope. Please? I will beg, if that is what you want to see…"

The silence was unnerving, even Xenophilius remained quiet, listening to Ron with rapt attention. Begging it is, then… Just do it, Ron.

Swallowing his bitter pride as if it were the Nutrition Potion, Ron began to kneel, but Brightbeak further lowered his neck first, as if inviting Ron to hop on. Wait… Really?

Fawkes let out a cheerful cry, flapping his wings excitedly, seemingly forgetting all about their recent brawl. Ignoring the awed murmurs of those who constantly doubted him, Ron approached the magnificent creature with a hint of trepidation and wonder. He's really going to help me?

"Do… Do you want me to… climb on? Like a broom?" Ron asked, and Brightbeak gave a nod, still focusing intensely on Ron's eyes. "Mind if that big chap over there comes too?"

"I will take Portkey-" Artyom started, but Brightbeak cut him off with one look. "Or, not…" Again, smart choice. Let's go! Before he changes his mind!

Using his Occlumency, Ron steadied his mind and prepared himself for the journey; he would not return to Magical Britain until his task was done.

As gently as he could, Ron planted himself on Brightbeak's neck, finally facing his awed audience, most of whom were just standing there slack-jawed, including Xeno. The sight of him caused Ron's heart to clench, but he quickly smothered his ill feelings. He spoke in anger, and we both know that people say what they really think once they're angry… Whatever… Let him join the long line of people who can't stand me, I just don't care anymore. I'll be gone soon enough.

Artyom was a lot less graceful, even eliciting a whine from Brightbeak once he was planted firmly behind Ron.

"This is most foolish thing I've done…" Artyom let out a shaky breath, looking spooked for a change just as London and the other mercenaries burst into laughter and whistles.

Ron turned his head, giving Artyom his cheekiest grin. "You're welcome!"

"I expect raise…" Artyom muttered, giving Ron a deadpan look. Fair enough.

"Ron, wait!" Lord Greengrass ran over, stopping as soon as Brightbeak looked to him. "What about us? Should we join you presently?"

"Come to Ilvermorny on Sunday if I don't come back, before the Tournament begins," Ron replied, and Lord Greengrass gave a firm nod. "Leave Mr. Davis behind, he's not in his right mind. He should be with his wife and daughter, it'll bring him some peace, at least."

"Be smart, son, and don't underestimate our adversaries," Lord Greengrass advised, and Ron managed a weak smile. "I know you'll make me proud, Ron, as you always do." I will, or, I won't bother coming back.

"I will see you soon, my Lord," Ron bid the man goodbye. "Fawkes, can you manage-?"

Fawkes exploded in a glorious blaze, his fire engulfing them all, and within a heartbeat; they were back at the foot of Mount Greylock once again.

"Trakhni menya!" Artyom looked around wildly, jarred. Ha! It's good to see something finally get to him!

"Don't know what that means, but I get it, it's not exactly-" Ron started, but he stopped the moment he saw over a dozen brooms overhead. "Fuck…"

"They know we are here," Artyom growled. "How?"

"Fawkes and I… might've made some noise…" Ron trailed off lamely. "Well, Brightbeak, change of plans-"

Brightbeak suddenly took off, forcing both Ron and Artyom to grab onto his feathers in a panic. "Oh, fuck!" Bloody hell, I almost fucking fell off! I need a damn saddle!

Brightbeak's incredible wings sent them tearing towards the Grey Mountain's peak, with Fawkes barely managing to keep up. He's so fucking fast! Six bloody wings!

"Do you know what gravity is?!" Artyom barked in Ron's ear. "Do you know what it does to idiot men like us?!"

"Less talking, more holding on with everything you've got, mate!" Ron let out a maniacal laugh, enjoying the wind rushing through his hair. I wish I could fly, truly fly! It'd be brilliant! "Sacred Tree, here we come!"

"Not if they stop us!" Artyom yelled, his long, black hair billowing in the wind.

Ron observed his surroundings once again, cussing under his breath when he saw one of the flyers send out a red flare before promptly giving chase. Fucking caught; here we go!

"Brightbeak, you might want to fly faster-" Ron didn't even get to finish his sentence, as the Thunderbird let out an ear-splitting roar before accelerating.

Both wizards made no attempt to hide their fright, the world around them becoming a blurred painting. Lightning poured out of Brightbeak's wings, and the now-calm sky quickly began to darken once again. Ron couldn't help but remember the title the Bloody Baron had bestowed upon him a few months ago; the Stormbringer. Well, just this once, I'll allow it!

Cutting through the mist like a hot knife through butter, they were suddenly far above the clouds, with only Mount Greylock's highest peak in sight. I'm back, you cunts, and I made a new friend!

"Brightbeak, stop!" came a booming voice, enhanced by the Amplifying Charm; Sonorus. "The Headmaster's been searching everywhere for you-!"

The voice suddenly stopped, just in time for Ron to look back at a wide-eyed, middle-aged man struggling to keep up with them. Their eyes met, and Ron grinned as widely as he could.

"Evening, old chap!" Ron bellowed with mischievous laughter. "Now, kindly fuck off! Brightbeak?! Lose him!"

With a vicious cry, Brightbeak caused the winds to rise, so much so that Artyom grabbed onto Ron's suit, most likely hoping to keep his client from being blown right off of their ride. The wizard giving them chase was struggling as is, but now, he was forced to descend before his broom got knocked off-course.

"Ronald Weasley is here! He has Brightbeak under his control, and he is not alone!" the man's voice rang out through the storm. "All units converge! Lethal force is permitted! Target is armed, and clearly capable of casting the Imperius Curse! All units converge on Ilvermorny!" Did he just say lethal force is permitted?! What the fuck?!

"American Aurors…" Artyom hissed, his distaste more than evident. "They will execute us both, damn you!"

"We didn't do anything wrong!" Ron yelled back, finally spotting the granite castle. "Yet!"

"They are militarised!" Artyom told Ron, looking around wildly. "They take no prisoners if they suspect Unforgivables!"

"I didn't use the fucking Imperius Curse!" Ron argued.

"I know, they don't!" Artyom snapped back. "Did you even think plan through?!"

"I did, but I also like to improvise!" Ron shouted; they were almost there.

"Idiots improvise!"

"Then, I'm the king of idiots! How in the actual fuck was I supposed to know that American Aurors are willing to execute a child?!"

"Do I look like child to you?!"

"You're certainly acting like one, cunt-!"

Fawkes and Brightbeak both shrieked loudly, as if ordering the two wizards to shut it. With renewed fervour, Brightbeak flew over the castle, excited students calling out to him from below, however, Ron found that he could only focus on one thing. This is… incredible! Woah!

Behind the cold, granite castle, was a lush woodland, with thick trees reaching almost as high as the castle that hid them. How…? How are these trees alive up here! There's nothing but snow and rock all around!

Brightbeak let out another call, descending into green woods as his wings lost their electrical charge. They landed safely within the heart of the forest, and Artyom all but leapt off of Brightbeak, fixing up his trench coat and glaring murder at Ron. Oh, don't be that way. We're not dead just yet.

Ron ruffled Brightbeak's feathers as he hopped off, drawing in a deep breath and filling his lungs with earthy air. "Thanks, mate, appreciate the ride, but mind telling me where this Sacred Tree is? All these trees look rather… normal, despite the fact they're growing on a summit." Perhaps because this is a Site of Power? Either way, I'd better hurry, those Aurors can't be far behind.

Brightbeak turned his head towards the left, looking to somewhere deeper within the forest. Fawkes landed on Ron's shoulder at that, also gazing in the exact same direction as his cousin. What? You see something? Fawkes then flew off just as quickly as he had landed, vanishing into the woods while Ron failed to call him back. He just fucking left me, again! What a cunt!

"We are not alone," Artyom said ominously, brandishing his wand as he moved a bit further up.

"I don't sense anything," Ron admitted, pulling out his Cypress wand.

"Same, I sense nothing…" Artyom frowned deeply.

"Then, how are we not alone?" Ron had to ask.

"I cannot even sense him," Artyom said, looking to Brightbeak. "This forest is not natural. It is hiding secrets." Brilliant, more questions to add to my pile.

"An Enchanted Forest… Fuck, let's just get moving, eh?" Ron asked, and Artyom gave a nod. "Brightbeak, can you lead the way?"

Brightbeak shook his head, much to Ron's surprise, before roosting himself, his large wings acting as blankets. Is… Is he taking a fucking nap? Now?!

"We are on our own, now," Artyom said, signalling Ron to follow him. "Keep low, be alert." Right… Brightbeak's done enough for me already.

Giving Brightbeak a parting nod, which he reciprocated, Ron began following Artyom deeper into the woods. Wait, why am I going in blind? Don't be an idiot, Ron.

"Ravenclaw…" Ron hissed under his breath, not knowing how else to summon his past self without speaking in his true voice. "Bitch, I need you-"

"Be quiet," Artyom shot a glare back, frowning at Ron's sheepish smile. "Pridurok." Sorry.

"He's feeling a bit tense, isn't he?" came the familiar voice of Ravenclaw Ron. "Wait… Where the fuck are we? What happened to returning to Ilvermorny?"

Ron said nothing, instead, he silently gestured Ravenclaw Ron to scout ahead.

"Find the tree, and report back," Ron mouthed, making sure to not make a sound.

"This day keeps getting better and better!" Ravenclaw Ron flew off with a thrilled chuckle, phasing through the woods until he vanished completely.

With that done, Ron began surveying his surrounding with his own eyes, noticing small animals such as rabbits and foxes running rampant all around him. How did they get up here?

Despite their situation, Ron couldn't help but admire the beauty and tranquillity of this bizarre little woodland. Branches creaked high above them, while falling leaves kissed their cheeks before crunching under their boots. When Ron managed to catch the sight of a curious fawn eyeing them from behind a thick brush, he even smiled and waved at it, before quickly realizing what he was doing. Wait, what the fuck am I doing? I feel strange… Content and at peace… Why? That's not Us!

"Artyom, do you feel-?" Ron started.

"I do…" Artyom stopped, shaking his head clear. "It is getting stronger…" He's swaying about like he's going to fall. What's wrong with him?

"Hey, mate, you all right?" Ron patted the man's back. He looks like he's in pain, whereas I was feeling rather… happy… What manner of shit have I mired us in this time?

"You don't feel it…" Artyom suddenly fell to one knee, causing Ron's heart to leap into his throat. "…Poison…" Huh?!

"Poison?" Ron hissed, looking around for any attackers. "All I see are fucking trees! Did you touch some plant, mate?!"

Artyom looked up groggily, confused that Ron was unaffected by whatever force was dulling his mind. And then, to Ron's horror, the Russian's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he dropped to his side with a dull thud. FUCK!

"Artyom!" Ron didn't care about being heard this time. "Artyom, what's the matter?! What the hell?!"

Unfortunately, the Russian was completely gone, fast asleep and even snoring. That's when the switch flicked in Ron's head, Brightbeak hadn't just told them to find their own way, he too had been affected by whatever had taken Artyom. FUCK! I walked us right into a goddamn trap!

"We have a fucking problem!" came his past self's voice, making Ron jump. "Oi! Where are you?! This fucking forest! I don't know where the fuck I am!"

"Come here," Ron growled, forcefully summoning his counterpart.

"Oh, thank Merlin," Ravenclaw Ron breathed a sigh of relief, before promptly looking down at Artyom. "Now, that right there can't be a good sign."

"Why were you yelling?" Ron whispered, his monstrous eyes hunting for whoever was after them.

"I found Fawkes, he's out cold not far from here," Ravenclaw Ron reported. "Same as Artyom! Something got to the both of them!"

"Fuck," Ron hissed, swiping his hair back and pulling at it. "This was a fucking trap!"

"We don't know that," Ravenclaw Ron stopped Ron from spiralling into a rage. "Calm down, burning this place down helps no one, especially not Davis. I say we tuck tail and run-"

"Coward," Ron clicked his tongue, sneering. "We do not flee, ever!"

"Listen to me, you mad fuck," Ravenclaw Ron hissed. "Fawkes is gone, and now, so is the big guy! I can't do shit to help you in a fight, and we both know that your temper is… It's fucking terrifying, all right? You lose your marbles now, and Davis is as good as dead. So, calm the fuck down, and let's run away! We can always just come back!"

"We can't," Ron growled, realizing that all the animals had fled, leaving behind an eery silence. Even the trees have gone silent… We must calm down!

"What do you mean you can't?" his counterpart demanded, while Ron drew in deep breath after deep breath. "Didn't you bring that Portkey of yours?"

"I did…" Ron sighed out, feeling oddly at peace again. "Ah, fuck… What's happening to me?"

"Time to go, Ronnie," Ravenclaw Ron advised. "There's something not right with this place, even I can tell-"

"No!" Ron refused, earning a dark look from Ravenclaw Ron. "The fucking Aurors saw me, one of them even put a death-warrant out for me-"

"What?!" Ravenclaw Ron asked. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"Would I joke about something like this?!" Ron shot his counterpart an incredulous look. "He assumed that I was using the Imperius Curse, and now, his boys want to do me in!"

"Bloody brilliant, mate," Ravenclaw Ron said scathingly, giving Ron a thumbs-up. "Way to cock it all up before we even got started."

"Fuck you," Ron said dismissively. "Why don't you make yourself useful? Fly down and see if there's anything beneath this mountain? We might not get another chance like this, so go!"

"Just… Just don't get yourself killed, all right…?" Ravenclaw Ron shook his head in disbelief. "You die, and I go down with you… Just don't forget that. Please…"

Ron couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he heard the fear in his counterpart's voice; they both knew what awaited them if they failed the Cycle. The Entity hates us two more than anything in existence, I just know it.

"I'll be careful… Now, be on your way," Ron said, unable to muster up the strength to be encouraging.

With a nod, Ravenclaw Ron began sinking into the mountain, and once he was completely gone; Ron carefully extracted his Portkey before heading towards Artyom.

"Sorry, Artyom, but I can't just leave you lying here, not with those fucking Aurors around," Ron whispered, kneeling besides the giant. "This'll take you to Emilia's place, Godrey knows you and he'll keep you safe. You can kick my arse after you wake up, but fair warning; I might be in prison, or, if the Gods are good, finally at peace…"

Opening the handkerchief, Ron dropped the Portkey into Artyom's palm, quickly stepping back as the Russian vanished with a crack. He's going to kill me if the Aurors don't, but this is for the best. I can't protect him and myself at the same time-

"That was very sweet of you, protecting your friend like that," a giddy voice echoed all around him, and Ron immediately turned around with his wand out.

"Who are you?" Ron demanded, noticing that the voice had been that of a girl. "Show yourself!"

"How about no?" the voice giggled, causing the trees around Ron to creak and groan.

"Homenum Revelio!" Ron chanted, but disturbingly, there was no indication that anyone was around him. Shit… Now, what?

"That's not really going to work on me," the voice teased, and Ron noticed that the woodland creatures had returned to eyeball him from safe distances.

In fact, Ron got the strange feeling that the forest itself was watching him, and even talking to him. I've lost me fucking mind, haven't I?

"Who were you talking to?" the voice asked, curious but still playful. Shit! She overheard me!

"I'll tell you if you come out," Ron put on his best smile, even lowering his wand. "I won't hurt you-"

"We both know that's a lie, Champion," the voice laughed, freezing Ron's blood in his veins. What… the… fuck…? Did she just-? "Yes, I know who you are, I know why you're here-"

"Show yourself!" Ron barked; his wand raised again. "I'll set this whole place on fire if you don't!"

"Will you?" the voice asked, not as amused as before. "You'd hurt these innocent creatures just to flush me out?"

"You just said you know me…" Ron was barely keeping it together, who was this and how could she know about him being Fate's Champion? "And if you really do know me, then you know what I'm capable of. So… Come out, and let's talk like civilised people."

"I'm not civilised people," the voice giggled, making Ron frown deeply. Stop laughing at Us!"But, since you asked so politely, why ever not?!"

Ron heard twigs cracking behind him, but when he turned around, he saw nothing but endless green and brown. "Still playing games with me? Fine… Then, let me teach you a fucking lesson-"

"So much rage and sorrow, where do you store it all, Champion?" the voice interjected, this time it had come from directly behind him. She got behind me?! How?!

Ron turned around in a flash, sticking his wand in an ashen, heart-shaped face.

"Hello," a teenage girl with dark green hair greeted him, carrying a plump rabbit against her chest.

She was around his age, only slightly shorter and slender in build, her infectious smile highlighted because of her black lips. Her green, wavy hair reached her hips, giving her the appearance of a wild child. Ron also couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a dress made out of nothing but leaves and twigs, fastened by a weathered, gold brooch in the shape of a Gordian Knot. The dress did next to nothing to hide her modesty, not that Dryads seemed cared for such things. The last Dryad I saw was completely in the nude, at Beauxbatons… Weird tree-people…

"You're a Dryad, that's why the Human-Presence-Revealing Spell failed," Ron muttered dumbly, further taken aback by the fact that an army of beasts was standing at her heel. Oh, fuck… Are those bears?! I've never seen one before, and now three are eyeing me up like I'm the last bit of food left on Earth.

"And you are the Void, the Beginning and the End, which is why the Mother's Magic has no sway over you," the Dryad bowed respectfully, her leafy dress failing to hide one of her grey nipples. Damn, why's she dressed like this at a fucking school?!

Instinctively, Ron raised his gaze and cleared his throat, which only made her giggle once again. She even knows about the Void…? Does that mean that she knows about the Entity too? No, that's just not possible! Feeling a cold sweat in his armpits, Ron barely kept a straight face.

"How… How do you know about the Void? Who are you?" Ron asked, but she didn't respond, not until Ron looked back into her forest-green eyes.

"That's better," she tilted her head, stroking the rabbit's back absentmindedly. "No need to look away, Champion, it's just skin." Don't change the subject!

"How do you know about that?" Ron demanded, growling like a feral animal. "Who are you?!"

"I asked you a question first," the Dryad kept smiling at him. "If you answer mine, then I'll have to answer yours." Have to?

"What question?" Ron asked, his wand still aimed at her.

She took a step forward, placing her right hand on his heart, making him tense up. "Where do you store it all? All that rage and pain? Doesn't it hurt you?"

Ron drew in a shaky breath, his feet moving him back instinctively, but tripping over a root. He fell on his arse, but was quick to shoot back up to his feet, staring into those green eyes of hers that never seemed to end. Get away from me! Get away!

He was scared… He was actually scared of this skinny, little girl…

"No, even you cannot keep it all in, not always, but you try so very hard, don't you?" the Dryad spoke so gently that it hurt. "You try and you try, but the world keeps pushing you down to your knees-"

"Who are you?!" Ron demanded once again, his voice shaking. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

She looked surprised by his outburst, but then; she adorned a guilty look. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that I was upsetting you… I don't usually talk to anyone but Asmodeus, and he's too polite to ever point out my flaws."

"You'd better start making sense…" Ron grit out, his hands trembling. "Or…" He lowered his wand towards the rabbit, his face twisting as wrath overpowered fear. "I'll start killing your fucking pets, and then, I'll skin you alive! Do you understand me, you fucking tart?!"

She took a step back and bowed deeply, confusing Ron further. "Forgive me, Champion, I forget my place before you. Ask, and I will answer."

"How do you know about me? Were you waiting to ambush me?" Ron growled, his eyes flashing red. "SPEAK!"

"The Sages told me to wait for you here, Champion," the Dryad answered, not daring to raise her head. Sages? "They have been waiting to bask in your presence for a very long time." Okay… That's not fucking disturbing in the slightest.

"You're still speaking in riddles," Ron whispered dangerously.

"Am I?" she asked, looking up with a perplexed expression. "I apologize, but I myself know very little, save for your nature and power. It is a privilege to witness a being so… new…"

"You're new, Ron, unlike any other creature in all of Creation!" Dream's voice echoed in his head, causing the blood to drain from his face. He's not here… He can't hurt me here-…

"Champion?" the Dryad called out, concern marring her features.

Ron dropped his wand and took a shaky step back, a cold shiver running up his spine. Fuck… Not now… No… The Dryad continued calling out to him, but her voice became distorted, even her visage was becoming a blur. Falling to one knee, Ron began trying to breath as best he could, trying to imagine Stoatshead Hill but coming up short.

"What's wrong?" the Dryad asked, kneeling beside him. "Did I say something-?"

"You set me off…" Ron managed, suddenly striking himself over the head in order to break free. Stop, stop, stop, stop! Just stop it!

The Dryad flinched, looking more scared than concerned now. "I have something for you, here! Take it, please! Maybe it will help!"

The Dryad reached into the back of her hair, pulling out a closed fist and presenting it to Ron. Focusing on her knuckles helped, for some odd reason, so Ron continued staring at them, breathing ragged breaths. "What… What is it…?"

She opened her palm, revealing a shimmering, silver leaf. "From the Sages, a humble gift for a God."

Ron just kept staring, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. It's… This is it! That's a fucking silver leaf! Ron went to snatch it from her hand, but he stopped himself just in time, only to look her in the eyes.

"What's the price?" Ron asked, he knew all too well that nothing in this world was ever so simple.

"You must save us," she replied, pleading. "Save Ilvermorny, Champion, I beg you!" What…? Save you from who?

---

Daphne Greengrass' POV

Friday 19th March, 1994 (St. Mungo's – Near Midnight)

"Young Mistress, Spinny must protest," Spinny followed at Daphne's heels. "Master will be most displeased with the young Mistress' actions, sneaking off in the night-"

"I don't care about what my father thinks," Daphne whispered hoarsely, her throat as dry as the desert. "I want to be with Tracey tonight, there's no danger here."

"There is danger everywhere, especially for young Mistress," Spinny fretted. "Spinny must protest in the most upset of terms-"

"Spinny, if you keep going with this, I will banish you from my household," Daphne stopped, turning in order to stare down at her servant with bloodshot eyes. "You are forgetting your place, and I am not my fool sister nor my soft mother. I will not tolerate insubordination of any sort, especially from my Elves. When I want your opinion, I will be sure to ask, but until then, be silent."

"Yes, Mistress," Spinny bowed deeply, but Daphne didn't bother waiting around to hear her apologies.

Daphne's stomach was twisting and tying itself into knots, as it always did whenever she was in this godsforsaken place. She already knew that Tracey's condition had worsened from her nightmares, her best friend was slowly becoming a ghost in front of Daphne's very eyes; her unjust death prolonged because of her own loved ones.

Were they hurting Tracey by keeping her alive through force? Or, was she simply asleep? Unable to tell, or, even understand what had happened to her? What if she's just dead, but her body is being kept alive?

Daphne's eyes burned painfully once again, but this time; she didn't shed any tears. She was simply too tired, and her throat would surely tear if she put any more strain on it. It really hurts… Should I ask one of the Healers to have a look at it?

Shaking her head to herself, she stopped in front of Tracey's door. This was always the hardest part about coming here; mustering up the courage to turn that handle and push the door open. Once I cross this threshold, I'll have my answers, for better or worse.

Spinny stopped by her Mistress' side, looking up with sorry eyes, and Daphne couldn't help but feel guilty for being harsh on her servant. No, Daphne, a firm hand is better than a weak one. I'll be fourteen soon, it's time they start seeing me as Lady Greengrass, and not just an Heiress.

"Stay here, keep an eye out for… danger…" Daphne whispered, a jolt of pain shooting up her throat and hitching her breath.

"Mistress?" Spinny's eyes widened, her bottom lip quivering.

"I'm okay, Spinny…" she lied pathetically. "Just need some water…"

"Spinny will fetch a glass-"

"There's water inside," Daphne remembered every detail of Tracey's room, every single one. "And clean cups by the coffee table… Just stay here…"

Drawing in a sharp breath, Daphne turned the handle, noting that even such a simple task took too much out of her. Pushing herself forward, Daphne entered the dark room and closed the door behind her. No going back now, 'Lady Greengrass'.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. and Mrs. Davis were here, both of them fast asleep on the couch by the window. The moonlight illuminated the room just enough for Daphne to notice how frail Mrs. Davis had become, cuddled into her husband's side and shivering. Daphne tried to look away, but she couldn't stop staring at the husk of a woman who had been so full life once. January 23rd… The Davis Family died on January 23rd…

Daphne would never forget the day she had been told of Tracey's near-beheading, it often felt like she had never managed to make it past that day, existing in limbo same as her best friend. Her mother and father had told her that the pain would eventually weaken, and although it would never fade; they were sure that she'd make it through this. But I don't want to… I just want Tracey to come back…

Whimpering like a kicked puppy, Daphne moved further into the room, unable to bring herself to look towards Tracey just yet. Instead, she gently covered Mrs. Davis with the blanket by her bony feet, her traitorous eyes shedding tears without her permission.

Daphne hadn't shed enough tears just yet, it would seem…

Wiping pitifully at her eye, Daphne forced herself to turn in the direction of Tracey's bed. The white curtains were up, blocking the sight of Tracey's body, and Daphne couldn't help but feel the urge to run away. Be strong… Be strong for her…

Shaking and fidgeting with her fingers, Daphne took tiny steps towards the curtains, her heart throbbing in her aching throat. When she finally reached her destination, she faltered once again, covering her mouth to stifle a sob. Please, don't be dead, Trace… Please…

It took more strength to walk through those curtains than Daphne cared to admit, but the Greengrass Heiress pushed ahead, only to come to a jarring stop when she finally lay eyes on Tracey. No… Why…?

Tracey was just skin and bones, 'alive' only because of Nutrition Potions and Healing Magic, but there was no life left in her… If anyone else were standing here, staring at her; they'd just assume that she was sickly and asleep, but not Daphne… All Daphne saw were flashes of Tracey's wide grin, her boisterous laughter, her clever jokes, her long hugs, her love of music, and her love for her friends and family…

Daphne would never experience these again, and that hurt more than she could bear…

After what felt like an eternity of staring death in the face, Daphne found herself sitting on the edge of Tracey's bed, near her feet. She couldn't go any further, her legs just didn't have the strength to carry her anymore. I should tell her what's going on, she'd want to know…

"Ron left Hogwarts, Trace…" Daphne eventually whispered, wiping at her eyes again so she could see Tracey. "He… He's in so much pain, we all are… And Theo, he tries to hide it, but he cries every time he listens to your Walkman… I've seen it, Trace, he misses you so, so much… And I know I have no right to ask this, because I wasn't there… when you needed me most… But please… Just please come back to us…"

Hugging Tracey's legs as tightly as could, Daphne rested her head in Tracey's lap, not caring that her tears soaked into the freshly laundered blanket. "Please don't leave me… I need you…"

"Daphne…?" came a voice, and Daphne immediately looked up, the fires of hope igniting her heart.

But when she saw Tracey's closed eyes and sealed lips, those fires burned her heart out instead…

"Daphne, love, what are you doing here so late?" Mrs. Davis asked softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Daphne looked to Mrs. Davis with hollow eyes, a small part of her cursing the woman for interrupting her. "I… I haven't visited in a while… I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis-"

"You have nothing to apologize for, Daphne," Mrs. Davis' eyes became misty before she pulled Daphne into a warm embrace. "Absolutely nothing, do you hear me?"

Unable to stop herself, Daphne held onto Mrs. Davis as tightly as she could, just as she used to hug Tracey whenever they were apart for too long. It's all my fault! Who else can I blame?!

"Why isn't she getting better?!" Daphne began sobbing in earnest. "Why-?!"

"Hush, love-"

"Susana?" Mr. Davis barged past the curtains, looking panicked. "Oh… Daphne-"

"I should've been there…" Daphne coughed out. "I should've been by her side when she needed me-"

"No, no, my love… Don't say that, please," Mrs. Davis all but begged, almost crushing Daphne's ribs. "Daphne, you are not to blame, don't ever say that-"

"Daphne, I have something to tell you," Mr. Davis interjected, his voice strong as always. "Something we both should've told you a long time ago."

"James, are you sure?" Mrs. Davis broke free from Daphne, the relief on her face suggested that she had won some big argument.

"Yes…" Mr. Davis replied, his strong voice faltering, while Daphne just stared up at him. "I'm sorry, I… I should've listened, but… I'm going to tell you, now. I'm going to tell you everything."

"Tell me what…?"

---

Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 19th March, 1994 (The Grey Mountain – Evening)

The shimmering, silver leaf was so small in his palm, and yet; Ron had never held something so precious before. This… This is Tracey's life. Tears of pure joy ran down his cheeks for the very first time in his life, and Ron felt a modicum of the peace he so desperately longed for. I'm coming, Trace, just hold on a bit longer-

"Are you going to save your friend, now?" the Dryad asked, smiling at Ron fondly as she wiped his tears. "You must never despair, Champion-"

"I'm not," a laugh lighter than air broke free, he just couldn't stop staring at the leaf. "I'm happy… Just so fucking happy that I can't stop… I still can't believe this. Noth… Nothing good ever happens to me…" Ugh, don't you start whining, now. Just get over yourself, and begin repaying her kindness.

Ron then finally looked to the one he needed to thank, the one who had been harbouring him within her Enchanted Forest for nearly an hour now, protecting him from the staff and the Aurors. You were cruel to her, and you threatened her friends… Fucking monster… His smile slowly died once again; the truth of his character was always enough to sober him.

"Thank you…" Ron cleared his throat, wiping away all traces of his happiness. "I'm sorry for my-"

"Gods mustn't apologize," the Dryad stopped him, almost as if giving him advice. "Not to us lowly mortals."

"I like this one," Ravenclaw Ron whispered, he had returned from scouting, though he hadn't shared his findings just yet. Of course, you do, she thinks we're some God…

"I'm not a God, I'm… I'm just me," Ron told her the truth. "But I will help you, I swear it. No matter what happens next, I'll do everything in my power to save Ilvermorny."

"Why?" Ravenclaw Ron looked annoyed. "Mate, we got what we wanted, let's be on our way, yeah? This is not our problem. Don't endanger the Cycle for some shitty Hogwarts knock-off." She sounded desperate, though… I… I can't ignore that, I'm not capable of walking away when good folk are in danger. I'm just not built that way.

"Thank you, Champion, I knew we could count on you!" the Dryad beamed, clutching onto his arm. Um… Right… "You don't know how much this means to me! This mountain has been my home for as long as I can remember!" Then, I'll save it no matter the cost, for you. For what you've given to Tracey; another chance at life.

"So, what exactly is wrong?" Ron asked, looking about the beautiful forest. "I mean, it looks like you're all doing quite well."

"For now, but in a hundred years or so, this mountain will rot into the Earth, poisoning all life around it," the Dryad told him. She's so difficult to understand, what does she mean by 'in a hundred years'? Did these Sages foresee some disaster?

"And I can stop this calamity, now?" Ron asked. "You haven't even explained what you need me to do."

"You must seek the Sages, deep within the Grey Mountain's heart," the Dryad told him, her smile widening. "I can't tell you any more than that, I'm sorry."

"Of course, she has to make it difficult," Ravenclaw Ron sneered. "See? This is going to be dangerous, so let's go. Fuck this place-"

"Why can't you tell me more?" Ron asked, his brow furrowed. "Is someone threatening you? Tell me their name, and I'll bring you their flayed skin."

"No one is threatening me, I took a sacred Vow of Silence before the Sages," the Dryad replied, giggling at Ron's imagination. "If I were to break my word to them, I would cease to exist." An Unbreakable Vow? These Sages are starting to sound more and more dangerous by the second.

"How about you tell me what you can, instead?" Ron asked, giving her his full attention. "And we'll take it from there."

"Hmmm, okay!" the Dryad pulled him down, until they were sitting side-by-side. She's not letting go of my arm, and it's starting to bother me. C'mon, Ron, it's just some contact, keep it together. She's not going to attack you, relax. "The Sages have always been here, even before Isolt and myself-"

"Isolt Sayre?" Ron asked. "The Founder of Ilvermorny?"

"Yes, she is the one who invited me to live here, to take care of this land, for she did not trust her own kind to respect the mountain and the life dwelling upon it," the Dryad sounded nostalgic. "But that's all I remember about her… Oh, and that she was very kind, and she enjoyed fresh apples immensely! Everything else, however… has been taken by time." Taken by time?

"You've lost your memories because of age?" Ron asked, while his counterpart rolled his eyes and vanished. You look rather young to me, though. I ought to do more research into Dryads, and other Magical Beings in general. I resent not knowing everything.

"No, I've died several times since my vigil first began," the Dryad answered, and Ron just stared at her. She's so… different… I've never met someone like her before, it's a bit unnerving. "You see, when we Dryads cross the Veil, we leave behind a small part of ourselves. A seed, if you will. This seed grows into a new Dryad, and although she may retain a handful of memories to help guide her, most of who she was is lost. I don't remember much of my old friend, but I remember that I love her with all my heart. The Sages, they love her too, which is why they refuse to leave this dying mountain, even if it will cost them their lives eventually."

"These Sages have foreseen Ilvermorny's death?" Ron asked. "They can see the future, right? That's why you call them Sages?"

"Yes."

"And they're just waiting around for me?" Ron had to ask. "Forgive me, but if so many lives are in danger, then why aren't they doing anything to help besides wait for me?"

"They cannot, it is not in their nature to act on their Prophecies, they are merely eyes looking towards the horrors to come," the Dryad replied, as if it were obvious. She's certainly not being helpful, but I suppose I would act the same way if an Unbreakable Vow was hanging over my head. Every word has to be precise, or, she'll just drop dead.

"Well, if they are Sages, then they must know that Prophecies are generally self-fulfilling, even I know that," Ron started, thinking hard. "But… I am an Anomaly, something that shouldn't exist in the first place… I can change things they can't, so maybe that's why they told you to wait in these woods for me? To bring me to them." These Sages seem to know a lot about me, and if she's to be believed; they've clearly been waiting for my arrival. Does Fate have anything to do with this? Does she speak to these Sages? That's an alarming thought… "Take me to them, I will speak with them directly."

"I can't do that either," the Dryad told him. "Asmodeus walks these forests even as we speak, he will not allow you to see them." Of course, he won't.

"So, he knows about them too?" Ron asked, and she nodded. "So, he knows that I can help, right? Did they tell him that?"

"They showed him exactly what awaits us, but nothing more," she looked sad all of a sudden. "He does not know that they wish to speak with you, and we must keep it that way."

"Why?" Ron had to ask.

"He does not trust them, for good reason, of course," she explained. "The Sages are secretive, powerful beyond description, and they don't always reveal the whole truth, not until it's too late. And they only ever speak to each other, never with those unable to understand them." Okay, too much pointless information, let's stick to the important things.

"Are you telling me that I'm in danger from these Sages?" Ron asked, drawing in a sharp breath. Maybe Ravenprick is right-… No, Ron, you can't just fuck off. Not after what she just told you. Innocent lives are in danger from this coming calamity, and clearly, your help is needed.

"He is wrong about them," she told him. "The Sages are… dangerous, yes, but this land is truly dying; I can feel the rot spreading every second. If it is not stopped, most of this continent will fall victim to its endless hunger."

"Continent?!" Ron went wide-eyed, his mind was definitely made up now.

Rising to his feet, he offered the confused Dryad his hand, whilst pocketing the silver leaf.

"Champion?" the Dryad questioned, taking his hand and rising as well.

"I don't care about what Harkin thinks, because if what you just said is true, then I need to know everything," Ron said, his voice resolute. "How do I meet with these Sages, then? If Harkin won't allow me?"

"I will build you a secret path into the Mountain!" the Dryad looked more relieved than Ron did at getting the silver leaf. "You will really meet with them?! Even if there is a danger to your life-?!"

"You literally just said that the whole damn continent is in danger," Ron reminded her. "So, yes, I'm going to try and do something about this, even if it's dangerous. Can you explain what this rot is, exactly? I know a couple of brilliant wizards; they could help us fight it." Not sure about Professor Snape, but the old man would definitely help me if innocent people's lives are at stake.

"It is a Curse, born from hatred and rejection," the Dryad replied, shivering. "He cast it…"

"He?"

"The Dark Lord," she clarified, stopping Ron's heart for a moment. Of course…

"He attacked Ilvermorny, and he did something to the Sacred Tree, didn't he?" Ron asked, remembering the reports and rumours.

"He did not attack us, he was invited by the Sages," she revealed.

"What?!" Ron took a step back. "Invited?! You let the Devil into your home?!"

"I was not consulted, I think," she replied, looking distant and unsure. "And I was butchered when I tried to stop him… I can only remember his eyes and laughter… And yet, I know that I have never encountered such evil in all of my incarnations, and I have walked this Earth since time immemorial. He truly is the enemy of life, of hope and all things good."

Ron drew in a calming breath, even stories of the Dark Lord were enough to remind him of just how deadly his enemy was. She has no idea how right she is…

"Why did they invite him, of all people, to this school?" Ron asked. "Are they fucking insane?"

"I do not understand them myself, not truly, but they are wiser than all of us," she replied with certainty, but Ron wasn't so sure anymore. "You will have to ask them yourself, perhaps they will share their reasons with you instead of me."

"Right," Ron ran his fingers through his hair. "So, when do we start? I can't really do much for you until I get some answers from these Sages."

"Not today, I will need time to build another path," she replied, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You can stop that," Ron tensed up, his hands raised. Someone get this woman some proper clothes! "Really, there's no need for it-"

"Come to the Tournament and participate, I'll give you signal when everything is in order," she pulled back, a massive smile on her face.

"Your Headmaster doesn't want me to compete," Ron told her.

"He can't stop you, can he?" she asked slowly.

"No one can stop me," Ron assured her. "Not even actual Gods."

She looked to be in awe of him, staring up as if he were truly a God. Let her believe her fantasies, I need to focus on whatever Curse is going to destroy this land. These people need me, and I won't let them down.

---

Thirty Minutes Later

"You should let Fawkes the Phoenix take you away," the Dryad pleaded, they were both standing at the edge of the forest, hidden by some scant few bushes. "Asmodeus has warned me to be afraid of the Aurors. They are thugs, he says." I fuck thugs up for a living, this is just another Friday.

Ron smirked; he was feeling confident today. Kicked a Thunderbird's arse, turned said Thunderbird into an ally, breached Ilvermorny Castle's defences with my mates, got myself a pretty leaf for a pretty girl, and now, I'm about to embarrass this country. It's been a good day.

"Are you listening to me, Champion?" she pulled at his sleeve.

"We need to stick to my plan, because if we don't, they're going to have actual reason to throw me in prison," Ron explained. "I can't look like I came in, got a leaf, and ran away, can I? It makes me look guilty, and when Tracey wakes up, that'll be the final nail in my coffin. So, I need to talk myself out of this. Negotiate. Fawkes just needs to make sure that they don't search his feathers. No need for them to know I even have one of their precious leaves."

"So, a miracle?" she asked.

"Tracey's a strong girl, we'll say she conquered her coma and defeated her would-be assassin," Ron grinned. "I'll make her into a star, if she wants. People already know her story, but after I'm done, they'll love it."

"You are a serpent, Champion," the Dryad accused merrily, looking back to her army of beasts. "Go on, we'll make a fine show today! Consider this my humble gift to you!"

Ron watched her leave, his eyes darting to her rear. It's as ashen as the rest of her, and not at all covered… Why am I not surprised? I can see why only Asmodeus speaks to her, he can't let the students see her. He'll be burned at the stake by an angry mob of parents.

Turning towards the castle, Ron sauntered past the brushes, staring up at Ilvermorny in all of its glory as he became visible to a dozen ready Aurors. It is a marvel, though. That central tower is massive! Not as tall as the Astronomy tower, but definitely roomier! Isolt Sayre and her Muggle husband built this place with their sons, just four people with a lot of ambition-. A booming horn suddenly rang out, making Ron jump a little. Fuck, my strut… Quick, recover! Who blew that horn?!

When Ron finally saw the arrowslits, which were remarkably well hidden thanks to the castle's dark visage; he faultered. Are those arrows? Pukwudgies. Ron had read about these little guards in his research. One of the Houses is named after them. The House of James Steward; Isolt's husband. Ron had also read that their arrows were poisonous, and that they had their own form of Magic, much like the Elves and the Goblins. Okay, chances are getting lower. But that's okay, I've still got Fawkes with me.

"Be ready, mate," Ron said, and Fawkes flapped his wings. I don't see Harkin.

"Ronald Weasley!" came a familiar voice, once again boosted by the Amplifying Charm. "Raise your arms above your head, show us that you are not armed, and you will not be harmed!"

Ron raised his arms into the air, wincing as Fawkes perched himself atop his head. Careful with the claws, they're sharp! He didn't break his stride, walking around an opulent snow-white fountain, decorated with the marble statue of a young Martha Steward, the Squib daughter of the Founders. She was laughing amongst an aerie of Eagles made of rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds, the gems of the Hogwarts Houses. A sapphire Eagle sat atop her head, much like Fawkes with Ron, signifying Isolt's rumoured respect for Ravenclaw. A dozen jets of water shot several feet high into the air, propelled by the small devices fitted underneath the bright blue water. Grand. And a bit Muggle… I like it, these devices must be new, though. It seems some Headmasters have taken to changing the castle to their liking. I wonder if it's the same at back Hogwarts-

An arrow suddenly landed by his feet, and he stopped immediately.

"That is far enough, Mr. Weasley," the middle-aged Auror approached, stopping a few metres away from Ron. At least, he stopped using that ridiculous Spell. "I need you to turn out your pockets."

"Think I stole a silver leaf?" Ron asked, and the Auror aimed his wand at Ron's chest.

"Don't make me use Magic, Sir," the Auror warned.

"Do it, and I'll raise up a proper stink for you personally, mate," Ron promised, and the Auror smirked. Okay…

"Stupefy!" the Auror fired a stunner aimed for Ron's heart, but it burst like a water balloon filled with red smoke when Ron blocked it with his right forearm. Mate, what the fuck?

Ron fixed his collar, smirking back. "Don't worry about it, impotence isn't that rare, I hear-"

With a wave of his wand, he sent thick ropes to bind Ron, but Fawkes flashed them to the right, forcing a frustrated growl out of the Auror.

"Your men are laughing," Ron lied, but the Auror didn't buy it. "Okay, not bad, but I still came out on top in that little exchange-"

"Shut up!" the Auror snapped, and Ron barely stifled a laugh. Okay, Ron, stop being a cunt. Enough fun. "How were you hiding in that forest? What have you done to the Dryad who roams those woods?" Wait… I never asked her name… Shit! I'm so fucking rude! Oh, Merlin… Fuck… "I'm talking to you!"

"I didn't do anything to her, she protected me from you and Headmaster Harkin," Ron shrugged, and the Auror frowned deeply.

He had sharp features, and a dark stubble to match his short, neatly-combed, black hair. "We'll know the truth soon enough, 'mate'."

He fired a red flare into the sky, and just as Ron looked up, a dozen more Aurors Apparated to join their brothers-in-arms, and at the helm stood a tall man, skeletal man, his easy smile oddly contrasting against his intimidating, sharp features. Harkin… That's definitely him. Tall, dark, and scary, but born with a heart of gold, if people are to be believed.

"Here you are, Mr. Weasley," Harkin walked over, his steps slow and methodical. He has his hands behind his back, probably holding his wand. "We were waiting for you by the Sacred Tree, did you get lost?"

Ron looked him over, eyeing his black and yellow wizarding robes with a hint of respect. He's still a Hufflepuff at heart. The material looks cheap, though. Why?

"I was having a chat with a certain green-haired lass," Ron replied, not noticing any change in Harkin's calm expression. "She then showed me the way out, it was very kind of her."

"I apologize," the Headmaster of Ilvermorny chuckled, amused. "Octavia is no doubt the reason why you got lost in the first place, she is a terrible trickster, I fear." Octavia, eh? I expected something a little more mystical, honestly. It's quite a modern name.

"She tried her Magic on me, but it didn't take," Ron assured the man, earning a raised eyebrow of interest. "We just talked about life, became mates, nothing special."

"Headmaster?" the Auror shot a look back for instructions.

"And I suppose you are friends with dear Albus' Phoenix as well?" Harkin looked to Fawkes, who let out a shriek.

"I am," Ron replied. "I like making powerful friends, it's a nasty habit."

"I take it that you were the one who disturbed the peace of my school earlier on in the day as well?" Harkin asked, his voice was so easy on the ears; smooth and to the point.

"That was all just a misunderstanding," Ron lied. "I was coming to speak to you about a certain letter you sent Mr. Davis, asking him to talk me out of the Junior League Tournament-"

"Ah, they showed you," Harkin gave Ron a sorry smile. "I am sorry, Mr. Weasley, but I know why you wish to compete in this year's tournament, and I am afraid that I cannot offer you what you desire." Too late, old boy, too fucking late.

"I want to compete because it's my career," Ron lied once again, deciding to distance himself from the idea of desiring a leaf for his dying friend. Tracey's about to come back to us in a miracle. Though, saying that, all this talk of some evil Curse and spreading corruption is terrifying… I can't wait to find out what's really happening to this place!

"Is that so?" Harkin looked relieved. "Then, if I were to ask you to depart from these grounds, you would do so compliantly?"

"That's it?" Ron asked, blinking. "You'll let me compete? Just like that?"

"I will take you on your word, yes," Harkin smiled a tender smile. "I have heard of you, and I believe a gentle heart beats within you. And Fawkes' trust is not easily earned, which plays well in your favour." Gentle? Me? How did you know?

"Cheers, I hear you're quite the entrepreneur yourself, Headmaster," Ron smiled back at the man. "You have a decent way about you, we should be mates-"

"He used the Imperius Curse to force Brightbeak into his service," the Auror reminded Harkin. "He's coming in for questioning."

"That's a ridiculous accusation," Ron said, looking to Headmaster Harkin for help. "I didn't cast any Unforgivables, Sir. This Auror is a clown." He doesn't like Aurors, let's build on that.

Harkin suddenly clapped his hands, and a deafening shockwave blew past Ron, followed by Brightbeak's monstrous roars. Bloody hell, what the fuck was that?!

The sky began to darken, ruining the lovely sunset they were standing under. Brightbeak burst out of the woods, however, instead of joining the Headmaster who had summoned him, Brightbeak landed behind Ron, towering over them all.

"Oh, did I fail to mention?" Ron quickly recovered. "I also had a chat with him, he loves me already!"

The Auror inspected Brightbeak's eyes with dawning confusion, while Harkin simply studied the Guardian of Ilvermorny. I get the feeling that he's not protecting Ilvermorny, rather he's protecting her. His storms keep her forest alive; they have to be connected, I'm sure of it. Xeno had proper cause to fear for Brightbeak, he already knew of Brightbeak's importance.

"Sir… What is that…?" the Auror suddenly muttered, looking behind Ron.

Octavia had begun her march on Ilvermorny, every creature in her domain, big or small, following at her heels. Shouts of excitement filled the sky, and Ron looked to see students peering out of every window. An audience, finally!

"I'm leaving, handsome," Ron winked at the Auror. "If you want to stop me, you'll have to get through my little army."

"His army…?" the Auror looked to Headmaster Harkin. "You believe me, now, Sir?!"

"Good Heavens…" Harkin eyed Ron with a wise mixture of fear and wonder. Yeah, I like that look. It's my favourite fucking look. The moment they all realize that I'm not someone you can fuck with.

"Asmodeus! I made a new friend!" Octavia waved as she skipped past the bellowing beasts, a goofy smile on her face. What is she doing?! What happened to intimidating the Aurors?!

"She's not under the Imperius Curse, Dryads are immune to such vile tricks," Harkin told the Auror, both of them covering their eyes as hundreds of colourful, little birds suddenly darted past them, shitting all over the Aurors in the back. Fuck! That's physical abuse! I'm going to be in a cell by the end of the day!

Barely keeping his lopsided grin in place, while stressing to death inside, Ron matched Harkin's gaze. "I'll be on my way, then, Sir." I need to get the leaf to Professor Snape, nothing else matters!

"It appears that lethal force won't be required, after all, Captain Renard," Harkin said, looking to Octavia with a dull look, while thundering laughter rang out from the castle. Yeah, he's going to interrogate her tonight, I just hope she doesn't break. "Mr. Weasley, you have my permission to leave. I hope we get a chance to speak properly when you arrive to compete. I would very much like to break bread with you."

"See you in a couple of days, then, old boy," Ron bid the man goodbye, before turning to face Octavia. "Cheers for the chat, Ilvermorny's lucky to have such a powerful Guardian watching over her, Octavia."

Her smile only grew fonder, her slender frame resting against Brightbeak's leg. I won't fail you; I promise. Plus, these Sages may have answers that I've been seeking my entire life, they even seem to know about the Entity and Fate, of that I'm certain… Who the fuck are they?! Where did they come from?!

"Stand down!" Captain Renard gave the order, looking back to his men, only to find them covered in bird shit. "Hold on… You little bastard-!"

"Bye!" Ron grinned, exploding in brilliant flames.

"Ah!" Snape shot out of his bed as his room imploded with light, reaching for his wand and lighting it up, only to come face to face with Ron's manic grin. "WEASLEY?!" He's not wearing his eyepatch… Merlin, that's a ghastly sight… Don't comment on it!

"We have work to do, Sir," Ron reached up into Fawkes' armpit, pulling out the silver leaf and showing it to the groggy-eyed Potions Master.

Snape just stared at the shimmering leaf for several long moments, before finally looking up at Fawkes, who was still perched on Ron's head, staring down at Snape intently.

"This is a nightmare, isn't it?" he asked in utter disbelief. "I must've been poisoned by your accursed brothers during dinner-"

"Oh, no, this is no nightmare," Ron's grin widened to the point of being disturbing. "It's just my dreams finally coming true!" I'm coming to save you, Tracey! Just you wait!

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! I'm really excited to start hammering out more chapters, so see you guys in a week! Also, I left it there because I enjoy causing you all agony =)