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.

137. Chapter 137 - Vestiges of Hope

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 137 is finished and ready to be served! I know I said one week, but I got really sick and I've only just started to recover. I jinxed myself, I think.

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 137 – Vestiges of Hope

Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (Snape's Private Lab – Past Midnight)

"Snakewood leaves aren't this small… The Sacred Tree is truly dying, then," Snape was hunched over the leaf, while Ron struggled to look over his shoulder. Let me see it again!

"Tell me more of Octavia, Ronald," Dumbledore said, and Ron quickly turned to face him. He's still suspicious, judging by that frown. "Why would the Guardian of the Sacred Tree gift you one of its few precious leaves?"

"I didn't steal it, if that's what you're still wondering," Ron promised. "Octavia gave it to me because something's wrong with the Grey Mountain, there's a Curse threatening the Site of Power within, and she needs ours help to lift said Curse. That's what I've gathered so far, at least. We need to do something before it's too late."

"The Dark Lord has committed worse atrocities," Snape reminded Dumbledore, not looking away from his notes. "And if Ron is right, and the Dark Lord has indeed disturbed such a vast store of Magic, the consequences could be calamitous… There's a reason why we leave such places alone, Albus. Even the Ministries know better."

"See!" Ron was relieved to have Snape on his side, unexpected as that was.

"I agree with you two, I just don't understand why Octavia would do something so foolish," Dumbledore sighed out.

"She saved Tracey-" Ron started.

"She has caused more harm than good, dear boy," Dumbledore assured Ron, his eyes hardening. How so? "The Sacred Tree is dying, those leaves aren't shrinking on their own, the tree is consuming them in order to live longer. Removing even one is nothing short of disastrous, if her own words are to be believed." She really endangered the tree? That's… Why? Did she really have that much faith in me? Or, would she have taken the leaf away if I had refused to help? The old man's right, something's off.

"Do you believe that these Sages are trying to trick us?" Snape asked, turning around with a grimace. "They're using her to do it, and she's just foolish enough to fall for their lies." Oi, don't talk about her like that. Prat.

"Either way, we need to help," Ron said, looking to the old man. "If these Sages are up to something, then we should stop them as well. I mean, if they really invited the Dark Lord into Ilvermorny willingly, then we simply can't rely on them. They're too fucking stupid."

"Agreed," Snape said curtly. "They cannot be trusted."

"And yet, we must deal with them, as they stand between us and the truth," Dumbledore said, shooting the sleeping Fawkes a dull look. "I will be questioned thoroughly, the Aurors of the States are nothing if not… vindictive." Vindictive? "You had best watch yourself, Ronald. They will not forget your actions any time soon."

"No one got hurt-" Ron started, but was cut off by Snape

"I need to focus on my work, if you two want a chat, then you need to leave, now," Snape said rudely, going back to his notes. "And take that blasted Phoenix with you, it has no sense of privacy." Blimey, he's still in a foul mood. I'd best be off, then. Otherwise, he'll stop helping Tracey.

"Ronald, before you depart, I must speak with you," Dumbledore said as they moved towards the door leading into Snape's Office. "About a matter that can no longer wait, I'm afraid."

"What is it?" Ron asked, keen to run off to St. Mungo's. "Why can't it wait, Headmaster? I need to tell Mr. and Mrs. Davis the good news, they've waited long enough-!"

"Daphne, the poor girl, suffered from a breakdown after news of your departure was made public," Dumbledore stopped them near the dead fireplace. Breakdown? Wait… He needs to repeat that!

"What happened to Daphne?" Ron asked, sobering up. "Sir?"

"She did not take your decision well, my boy, and has promptly followed in your footsteps," Dumbledore said, giving Ron a sorry smile. "I have already overstepped my bounds; I can see that… However, you should think about sharing the good news with her. She is no longer here, as she insisted on departing by Floo, even her father failed to convince her otherwise. This small ray of hope will help her immensely, and you as well, I believe."

"She really had a breakdown over me leaving?" Ron asked in disbelief, thinking back on their recent interactions. Merlin's Beard, I thought she wouldn't care, but obviously, I've fucked up… Again… But why? She said all those terrible things, and now, she suddenly cares again? She wanted me gone, she said so herself-…

"Ronald?" Dumbledore patted his shoulder. "Perhaps some sleep is in order? You do look ghastly, I fear." Thanks… "Let Severus go about his work, one more night-"

"I won't sleep now that I know Daphne's gone mental because of me," Ron frowned to himself. "I'm a dolt… But she was being really… I don't understand! What am I supposed to do, Sir?"

"I have no earthly idea," Dumbledore laughed, much to Ron's annoyance. "I was never much interested in matters of love and friendship in my youth, and look how I've turned out."

"Powerful, respected, influential-"

"Tired, constantly at war, and alone," Dumbledore said, stopping Ron short. Brilliant… Now, I feel bad… The Dumbledore special… "If you really cannot wait, then speak to her as soon as you can, it will do you both good."

With that, Dumbledore waved his hand, bringing the fireplace to life as he sauntered away with Fawkes on his shoulder. Well, if she really is going through all that, then I should do my part to help. Hearing about the leaf could give Daphne the strength she needs to get back up and dust herself off. She's done the same for me a hundred times over.

"One more thing, Ronald," Dumbledore turned around at the door. "What of your friends? Shall I speak to them on your behalf-?"

"No, we can't afford to tell them anything," Ron shook his head. "Not yet, at least-"

"Ronald-"

"I know how much this will mean to them, okay…? I know, so please don't lecture me tonight…" Ron sighed out, losing some of his steam. "And it's not my friends I'm worried about, truth be told; it's their parents who I can't bring myself to trust. The Bulstrodes, Nott, Malfoy, perhaps even Clementine Zabini… All of them despise me, and they despise Tracey too. We just can't risk them finding out via Legilimency."

"Only Daphne, then, for now," Dumbledore smiled, taking what he could get. "Be sure to tell her, my boy." He's being persistent… What's he up to, now?

"I will…" Ron muttered suspiciously, staring at the old man's carefree smile until he was gone from the room.

Once he was alone with his thoughts, Ron couldn't help but feel the urge to chase down Daphne first; it wasn't often that he could come to her rescue and comfort her, a kindness she had shown him without fail during simpler times. I'll tell the Davis family the good news, and then I'll go find Daph. She should be in her room, at Greengrass Manor, it's rather late and she's no night-owl.

Making up his mind, Ron prepared the Floo for St. Mungo's, all but barging through the green flames the moment they came to life. Janus Thickey Ward, here I come! Hold on a bit longer, Tracey!

With confidence, Ron strode past the busy Healers and Nurses, who had their hands full even at this late hour, making sure to keep his eyes open for any schoolmates or other potential gossips. Once he was at the stairs, Ron rushed up to the fourth floor without thought, his hands literally shaking from anticipation.

Ron had no idea how they would take it, nor was he sure about how much he ought to share. His story was rather unbelievable, even if he had proof of Octavia's generosity. I'll tell them that the Dryad needed a personal favour, and that the leaf was my price. Beyond that, they don't need to know what's going on. Whatever this business with the Sages is, I want to keep Tracey as far from it as possible.

He stopped mere inches from Tracey's door, freezing out of a familiar sense of dread. He didn't want to see her again, not like that… Not even with the knowledge that he could save her… It's just like when she first got put in here, I just couldn't bring myself to visit her. Even now, I really don't want to enter her room. I don't know what I'll do if I see her in her current state. I'll probably lose it… But the longer I stand out here, the longer she stays in there, so… Be a man, Ron!

"Master Weasley?" came the voice of an Elf, and Ron quickly turned to find Spinny staring up at him, a large glass of pumpkin juice in her small, skinny hands.

"Spinny?" Ron blinked, not sure as to why she would be here. "Um… Are you here visiting Tracey?"

"Spinny is here with Mistress," Spinny beamed, while Ron went very still. Daph's here too? "It is such a relief to see Master Weasley once again! Mistress has been in a state all day, but Master Weasley can help! Spinny knows how pleased Mistress will be to see Master Weasley-!"

"Okay, stop," Ron raised his hand, still confused. "You're making too much noise; this is still a hospital."

"Oh, sorry," Spinny apologized, not looking very sorry. "Master Weasley will speak to Mistress, then?" Merlin, I didn't know Spinny was so attached to Daphne. I thought she preferred to look after Tori, instead.

"Yes, I'll speak to her," Ron agreed, slowly turning back around to face the dreaded door. "Sooner than I'd planned, actually… Where do I even start, though-?"

"What was that, Master Weasley?" Spinny hopped over to his side, still smiling hopefully.

"Nothing," Ron sighed out, staring dead ahead, but not moving. Come on, old boy, go in. What are you waiting for? She's going to be okay, now. So, just move already-…

"Master Weasley?"

"Spinny, could you please knock for me?" Ron asked pathetically, deciding that he couldn't see her after all. Those thoughts will start coming back… The ones that nearly killed me. I can't do it… I'll go through anything but this, anything. "Please? Before I run off…"

"Here, Master Weasley," Spinny offered him the glass of pumpkin juice. "Spinny now thinks that Master Weasley needs this more than Mistress. And yes, Spinny will knock."

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Daphne Greengrass' POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (St. Mungo's – Past Midnight)

"Well, Daphne, what do you think?" Mrs. Davis asked, her expression a strange mixture of hope and dread.

"What do I think…?" Daphne managed, blinking dumbly at the couple. "I don't believe it…" It seems like fool's hope, to depend on a tree of all things to save her, but I can't say that to them… Look at them, they really think this'll work…

Daphne sat up straighter, her heart clenching painfully as she forced her conflicting feelings down. If Mr. and Mrs. Davis were to be believed, then Tracey could yet be restored with help of a 'Sacred Tree' growing atop Mount Greylock, the home of the esteemed Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've never heard of this tree, but if it's really as powerful as they describe, then why haven't we already gone there? Why isn't everyone using these holy leaves from it? Why haven't we got a leaf for Ron yet?

"Daphne, tell us the truth," Mr. Davis insisted. "What do you think? Could this… work?" What does he want me to say?

Daphne felt her throat close up; she didn't want to lie to Tracey's father; the man was decent enough and he had always shown her favour on account of her being Tracey's closest friend, but Daphne also didn't want to keep pretending that everything would be all right. I tried that with Ron, look how that turned out. Everyone warned me that I'd get hurt, but I didn't listen-…

"She doesn't believe us, love…" Mrs. Davis saw it in her eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through Daphne's entire body.

"I don't know anything about this tree, that's all, Mrs. Davis," Daphne tried, her eyes darting towards Tracey. "And of course, I want it to work… It's just…" It's just too good to be true…

"What if it doesn't?" Mrs. Davis finished for her, and Daphne could only manage a weak nod. "Then, there's no more hope for my Tracey-"

"We don't know that, Susana," Mr. Davis started, a hint of frustration leaking into his voice. "There-"

"Don't we?" Mrs. Davis asked tiredly, both of them aging decades right in front of Daphne. "I can't keep doing this to her, James… I can't…" Hold on a moment!

"You don't mean that you'll…?" Daphne trailed off, before a protective fury washed over her. "You can't yet! Give her more time! Even if the leaf doesn't work, she deserves more time! Ron came back, didn't he?! She can do it too-!"

"This leaf has brought dying men back from the brink…" Mrs. Davis stopped her, her misty eyes glowing from the moonlight. "If it doesn't work, then what will? Tell me-"

"I've read your Muggle studies, there is proof of men and women returning even after years have passed, without any aid from Magic," Mr. Davis said with an air of authority Daphne hadn't witnessed yet. "I'll hear no more on this matter, no one is going to lay a finger on my daughter, and if anyone does, I'll…" he trailed off, seething.

Mrs. Davis' expression never changed, she simply stared through her husband with vacant eyes, whilst Daphne shifted uncomfortably in her spot, unable to raise her gaze. Mr. Davis began to pace, wiping angrily at his eyes even as his nostrils flared. I should've been quieter, now I can't even be alone with Trace.

Daphne looked back to her sleeping friend, and she barely recognized that sunken face, the very same face which was so full of life and always on the cusp of laughter. "Why haven't we got a leaf yet? If it can really help her, then what are we waiting for?"

"It's protected, that damn tree, and our request for a single leaf… Just one…" Mrs. Davis' voice came out bitter, so bitter that it choked her.

"Asmodeus Harkin, the Headmaster of Ilvermorny, refused to cooperate," Mr. Davis massaged his brow. "He even refused to let us see it, your father and I-"

"Father knows about this?" Daphne asked, they hadn't mentioned her father yet.

"Yes, and so does Ronald," Mrs. Davis told her.

"Ron knows?!" Daphne didn't hide her shock, feeling the sting of betrayal. "This whole time…? Why did you tell him but not me?!" I came here every day and cried my fucking eyes out, and you never once thought to give me some piece of mind?! Why do I always get overlooked?! What's my defect-?!

"We meant to, dearest… We really did, but…" Mrs. Davis started, but stopped. What? Tell me what I did wrong!

"An assassin bastard was sent after your friend, that disrespectful little rodent, but it's my daughter who is paying for him prodding those damn 'Purebloods'," Mr. Davis said bluntly, his words felt like a strong slap.

And yet, despite feeling betrayed and left out, and her growing list of reasons as to why she was simply pathetic, Daphne simply couldn't take such an insult lying down.

"Excuse me?" Daphne rose up, finding her voice again. "You're putting this on Ron? Really? Merlin knows that he has his faults, but he didn't do this! This was-…" You can't tell them about who you suspect, Pansy's mother is still missing! Control yourself, Daphne, what would father say? "How dare you, Mr. Davis?!"

"He's supposed to be helping us get the damn leaf!" Mr. Davis grit out, glaring at her. "But all I've seen him do is get drunk, cause mayhem, and bloody… He bloody flew off with a Phoenix!" Okay… What?! "Dumbledore's own fucking Phoenix!" He's lost it, is that it? He's gone mental from the stress of all of this?

"James, please, calm yourself, you know about your blood-pressure…" Mrs. Davis sighed out, resting her face in her palms. "Daphne, we didn't tell you because we didn't want to endanger the only hope our daughter has left… It was our decision; she's our daughter and we get the final word. As for Ronald… Arthur and Molly warned us that he was troubled, but we have no other way in. If he wins the Tournament-"

"When he wins," Daphne corrected, finally breaking gaze from Mr. Davis. "You think they'll give him a leaf as a reward? Why would they refuse everything but then simply hand over a leaf after Ron defeats their students? Mrs. Davis…"

"He has that magazine, does he not?" Mr. Davis asked. "He can use it to bring pressure down on Harkin. Everyone still remembers what my daughter did… They know she deserves a second chance… We'll use that, and we'll get a leaf, whether Harkin agrees or not."

"You're making Ron fight for you?" Daphne could see it no other way, now that her latest outburst had utterly drained her. "He's sick, you two… How can you ask him something like this? He suffers from Chronic Stress; do you have any idea what he goes through when he's under pressure himself? He breaks apart, which is the part you don't have to worry about." Is this why he left? He must've been stressing himself to death over this, all the while isolating himself in that accursed room of his.

Mrs. Davis let out another long breath, while Mr. Davis just glowered to himself, and Daphne slowly remembered that they were desperate parents on the verge of losing their only daughter. Still, I don't like Ron being thrown into another fight like this, even though I know he must've volunteered… It just feels as though he's always fighting with someone, and one day; it'll catch up to him.

In spite of the now grave mood, it was still comforting to know that Ron was trying his best for Tracey, even if it made Daphne feel like the inferior friend. I could've helped, but they just let me cry and cry… Even father… Does he even care about me? Or, am I just his Heiress? Just a vessel to pass on his legacy…?

"Daphne?" Mrs. Davis patted her leg, bringing her back. "Could you talk to Ronald? James tells me that he's lost his mind-"

"Ron still very much has his mind, I assure you," Daphne stopped her, shooting Mr. Davis a frown. "And I don't know what he's done to you slight you so, Mr. Davis, but if you want my help, you'll stop speaking about him like he's your enemy. Ron loves Tracey to bits; I've seen it with my own two eyes. You have no idea how protective he is of his friends; he'd never do anything to hurt her." I still can't believe that Mr. Davis blames Ron for this. I get being upset; I'm upset… But blaming Ron, especially when he already blames himself… I clearly have no idea as to what's happening around me, because even my own Blood thinks I'm not worth trusting, but that ends tonight… I won't just sit around and do nothing; I'm going to go with Ron-

A sudden knock at the door rooted them all in their places; who would come to visit Tracey at this hour of night? Is it Spinny? She's meant to be watching the door.

"Did you come alone?" Mr. Davis asked, his brow furrowed.

"I came with my House Elf, Spinny," Daphne replied, feeling tense all of a sudden. "But I don't see any reason as to why she would interrupt us, unless something's gone wrong."

"It could be her parents," Mrs. Davis suggested, she had shifted closer to Tracey's side.

The mere thought of her mother and father being forced out of bed so late turned her blood to ice, both of them only had so much patience with her. I've interrupted their whole day, and now I'm interrupting their sleep… I'm really not helping myself, am I?

"Stay here, you two," Mr. Davis whispered, gesturing them to remain silent.

Daphne exchanged a worried glance with Mrs. Davis, who had already brandished her wand. Merlin… Daphne quickly did the same, before looking through the crack between the curtains. Mr. Davis was at the door, getting ready to open it.

Daphne held her breath as the door swung open, revealing a bashful Spinny and Ron, who was chugging down a glass of cold pumpkin juice. Daphne just stared wide-eyed, unsure of what to do next but watch. He's here… Why? It's so late, did he have the same idea as me?

"Daphne?" Mrs. Davis whispered. "Who is it?"

"It's Ron, but he's not coming inside," Daphne replied, straining her ears to listen. "I can't hear them, Mrs. Davis."

"… back already?" Mr. Davis finished, and Ron shrugged. Tsk, speak up!

"… change in plans…" Ron said, and Mr. Davis narrowed his eyes.

"I'm going to go out there," Daphne said, unable to stop herself. I can't hear a thing, they're whispering.

"Daphne, wait-" Mrs. Davis started, but Daphne was already in Mr. Davis' shadow.

"Why don't you come in?" Mr. Davis was asking, but Ron's eyes had already found hers. Hello, you…

He froze, glass fixed to his lips, and then he did the one thing she had feared; he averted his gaze, no doubt out of guilt and self-loathing. She had earned the right to claim that she had a strong idea about how his mind worked, and she knew he had taken her words to heart, which had been her sole intention at the time. I'm an idiot… A really nasty idiot…

"Hello, Ron," Daphne spoke up, trying to shoot him a smile but failing to muster the strength. "I didn't think I'd see you so soon… How are you?"

"Um… Hi, Daphne…" Ron greeted awkwardly, finishing up his drink slowly in order to keep hiding from her eyes. "You've been crying-… Actually, let me start over… I heard what happened at Hogwarts, after I left… I'm sorry, I should've told you, at the very least. Sorry."

Mr. Davis shot a look back, saying nothing while Daphne continued to mentally berate herself. I'll apologize, and I'll make it up to him somehow! He likes people to be upfront, so I'll just have to be brave!

"Ron, I-"

"Mr. Davis, I really need to talk to you," Ron spoke over her, wincing noticeably as he did so. "… I want to tell you why I'm back already."

"You said you wouldn't be coming back before you got a leaf, you even had the gall to tell Sebastian that I need to stay here," Mr. Davis said, and Ron's eyes darted towards Daphne.

"I know, Ron," Daphne said, actually managing a smile this time, which appeared to put Ron at ease. "But I don't know what's going on, no one's told me…" She's my best friend, shouldn't that have at least counted for something? Circe… It's unfair, but I can't bring it up with Ron, and I can't whine about it either; there's no point in negotiating from a position of weakness.

"Well, since you know…" Ron muttered, before looking to Mr. Davis. "I got it, I got us a leaf for Tracey."

The words didn't quite register with Daphne, the same could be said of Mr. Davis, if his raised eyebrows were to be judged. He got a leaf? But they're supposed to be protected by that Headmaster, aren't they?

"Mr. Davis?" Daphne spoke first. "Didn't you mention-?"

"You got a leaf for Tracey? Just like that?" Mr. Davis gawked, and then he began frowning very deeply. "Are you lying to me? Is this some joke? Harkin would never-!"

"Don't shout, please," Ron shushed the furious wizard. "Sir, it has to be a secret-"

"Ron, did you steal it?" Daphne gasped.

"What? No, Daphne, what the fuck?" Ron sighed out, rubbing his face harshly with his gloved hand. Sorry! "Sir, it was given to me by Octavia, a Dryad who watches over the Sacred Tree. It was a gift, meant for Trace. The leaf is with-"

"Just, stop for a moment," Mr. Davis took a step back, running his hands through his thinning hair. "You actually have a silver leaf? A silver one?" This is unbelievable… How did he convince the Headmaster of Ilvermorny to just hand one over?

"It shimmers and everything," Ron promised, a smile growing on his face.

Merlin, it was a relief to see that, to see some life dance across his sickly face, returning some of his colour. If he's telling the truth, then… Merlin, where is it?!

"Do you have it?" Daphne squeezed herself past Mr. Davis, stepping out into the dimly lit hallway. "Can I see it?"

"It's with Professor Snape…" Ron took a step back, scratching the back of his neck as Spinny snuck off to get more juice. "I don't have it on me." Oh, then they must already be working on a cure! Gods, am I dreaming?! This can't be happening so suddenly!

"Come inside, quick," Mr. Davis said, opening the door fully and gesturing them to be swift.

Daphne was quick to head back inside, but Ron didn't move an inch. Ron?

"… I can't…" Ron just stood there, staring at the threshold. "Sorry, but I shouldn't." Why not? What's wrong?

"What?" Mr. Davis blinked, looking to Daphne right after. "Daphne?"

"Ron, if this is all meant to be a secret, then why don't you want to come inside?" Daphne asked. "Anyone could overhear us out there."

"If I see her like that again, I… All those thoughts will come back…" Ron confessed, as if he were guilty of some heinous crime. "… I still haven't put the Tower behind me… Can't we go somewhere else that's private, instead?"

An eerie silence settled in the air, and Ron became very interested in the tiles near his feet. Daphne couldn't help her sorry expression, but she remained fixed to her spot, not knowing what to say or do.

It was Mr. Davis who broke the silence, clearing his throat. "I'll get Susana, we'll go to Snape. Just stay right there, I'll be back in a second."

"Thanks…" Ron muttered under his breath, but Mr. Davis was already gone, leaving the pair to their own devices.

Daphne shifted about awkwardly, before taking tiny steps until she too was outside. Should I bring up our fights, now? It no longer feels like the right time.

"How are you?" Ron suddenly asked, quickly looking her over. "You've been crying… because of me."

"No, no," Daphne was quick to deny. "I… Sorry, it's just been a really long day, I don't know how I feel right now. I didn't think I'd see you before you left for the Junior League Tournament, yet here you are… Telling me that you've found a way to bring Tracey back…" Her growing excitement bubbled to the surface at those words, coming out as a bizarre laugh which she quickly stifled. "Circe, could this really work?!"

"Shhh," Ron eyed the hallway with a frown. "Daphne, we can't act like she's going to come back-"

"Sorry, I just…" Daphne couldn't quite find the words, she was too imagining Tracey's glorious return. We can all be together again, that's bound to help us heal. Maybe Ron will come back too, if Tracey's with us-

"Ronald?" Mrs. Davis rushed past Daphne, tearing her out of her thoughts. "Is it true?! Do you really have it?!"

"It's with Snape," Mr. Davis rushed out as well. "Come, we must hurry."

Mrs. Davis gave Ron's hands a squeeze before following after her husband, not eager to waste a single moment. Ron looked quite relieved, as he no longer needed to visit Tracey. Daphne wasn't sure how she felt about that, but she chose to say nothing. It was clearly stressing him to be here, and Daphne was personally much more interested in seeing this silver leaf for herself. Not sure if I believe in this, but we should try everything.

Just the mere thought of talking to Tracey again made her stomach dance about, and she knew exactly who to thank for this little bit of hope. If this really works, I don't know how I'll ever repay him-…

"You should ask Spinny to fetch your mum and dad, Daphne," Ron suggested, once again staring at the open doorway. He's looking gloomy again.

"I'll go get her," Daphne said, clearing her throat before moving a step closer. "Ron, are you okay? She's still alive, there's no need to be scared of seeing her."

"Yeah, I know, it's just that I don't like this place much," Ron explained, closing the door by commanding it with a finger. "We should hurry, there's a lot I need to tell you lot."

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Saturday 20th March, 1994 (Professor Snape's Office – Dead of Night)

"Ron, this is hard to believe, even if I have seen the proof for myself," her father spoke, Ron was being addressed by the adults while Daphne had been shuffled to the back. They didn't even let me see the leaf! This is not right; I just wanted a look! "A mysterious Dryad gifted you the leaf for some future favour? What could a tree spirit really want-?"

"She wasn't a tree spirit," Ron frowned a little. "She was flesh and blood, I know for sure…" he trailed off. Um… Aren't Dryads generally found in the nude? "Doesn't matter how I know, what matters is that I owe her one. So, I'm going to go back and participate in the Tournament-"

"That's not so wise, Ron," Mary said, while the others nodded their agreement. "You no doubt made quite the scene at Ilvermorny, it's best to walk away from situations like this."

"Harkin is already watching you, best to leave while we're ahead," Mr. Davis added. "You've achieved a great feat already-"

"I'd be walking away from Octavia as well," Ron argued, and Daphne knew that his mind was already made up. This Octavia saved Tracey, then? Because she needs Ron's help with something? "And what great feat, Sir? I promised to help your daughter's saviour, and I haven't done anything yet."

"What does she want from you?" Daphne asked, and eye immediately turned back towards her. Yes, I'm here too…

"I don't know yet, but I gave her my word that I'd help," Ron told her, giving her a curious look. "Did you get to see the leaf? I didn't see you at the table." No…

"Professor Snape sent us away a bit too quickly," Daphne acted like it didn't bother her. It was mother and father, and their stupid lecture on 'being responsible even when upset'. First time I see them after having a breakdown, and this is what they have to say to me? Why do I bother expecting anything different?

"He's just upset because I saw him in his pyjamas," Ron joked lamely. "Um… If you want, we can go see it, now. But only if you want-"

"Can we?!" Daphne couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice.

"This conversation is not finished yet, you two," her father sighed out, still in his robes. "We need to know more about this Dryad before we can let you seek her out, Ron-"

"Let me?" Ron asked, scratching his eye tiredly. "Really?" Can we not do this now, please? I want to see the leaf.

"Poor choice of words," her father said, looking to his wife for help, who yawned and shook her head.

"He should go and help the Dryad," Mrs. Davis finally broke her silence, surprising everyone. "Octavia… If she really is the one behind us finally having a chance… He's right, we should all help her-"

"Cheers for voting for yours truly, but I'll be dealing with her alone," Ron was quick to interrupt, suspiciously quick. "Sorry, but that's final."

"Alone?" Mr. Davis asked. "Merlin, boy, must you complicate everything?" Don't call him 'boy', that's so rude!

"Yes, it's my favourite pastime," Ron smirked. "I enjoy making everyone as miserable as me." Wow… "I'm going to go compete, just as we planned, but there's no need to fight with Harkin anymore. We have what we need already. All that's left to do now is to repay the one who came through for us. She asked me for help, not you lot." That's that, I suppose. "You're still welcome to come and watch, though, Lord Greengrass."

"How thoughtful of you…" her father drawled, looking towards Mr. Davis. "You'll be coming too."

"We'll need to keep up the façade of wanting a leaf," Mr. Davis figured, looking hesitant. "Sebastian, I can't leave now, not when we're this close-"

"You have to," Mrs. Davis interjected, placing her slim hand on his arm. "We'll be waiting for you, and you'll come back to us as soon as she's awake. We'll be a family again, James…"

"Everything will be all right now," Mary added, smiling at her friends. "Severus brought Ron back after his petrification, he's the best at what he does. We're in good hands." I can't believe Professor Snape is working this late into the night for Tracey's sake… Maybe there's a reason why Ron is so fond of him, after all.

The shared looks of optimism creeping onto Mr. and Mrs. Davis' faces were infectious, but they didn't hold any sway over Ron, as Daphne saw him slink away during the victory, he had helped secure. He walked around the plotting adults and stopped a good meter away from her, tentatively combing his growing hair to the side with his fingers. "Do you want to go see it? The leaf, I mean…"

"I do," Daphne agreed before he could change his mind, or, before her parents could stop her.

Ron gestured her to follow him, leading her away from the noise and towards the back of the Office. "Just don't touch anything, or, make any noise. He's being particularly nasty tonight."

"Okay…" Daphne swallowed thickly; Snape was the one Professor that even she had reason to fear. "And maybe after, we could talk…?"

"Talk?" Ron shot a quick look back, he was nervous. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you as well… About what happened today-"

"Ron, don't even think about that…" Daphne cringed, feeling mortified. "I… It was pathetic… And I was nasty, so terribly nasty-"

"Nasty?" Ron stopped, turning around at the door. "Daphne, what happened?"

"I'll tell you after," Daphne promised, deciding not to leave out any details. A fair exchange, he likes that. "But you'll tell me more about Octavia, won't you? And what's this about you flying around on Fawkes?" I want the full story! It sounds too exciting to pass up, honestly.

"Not on, he had my arm…" Ron started, but stopped when she went wide-eyed. "Right… Lots to explain… Come on, I'll show you the leaf, first. It's really pretty, you'll like it."

Ron opened the door and waited for her to enter, closing it behind them once she had crossed into the dark, enclosed space. Snape's personal chambers were closer to a lab than to any liveable habitat, with heavy shelves on every greasy wall, each brimming with ingredients, living and dead. At the centre of the poorly lit chamber was a dark table, it was riddled with vials packed full of colourful concoctions.

Snape sat behind the table; his pitch-black eye gleaming thanks to the waning candle by his stacked notes. Circe, maybe I'll just wait until tomorrow-…

"Sir, do you mind if Daphne sees the leaf? She didn't get a chance before," Ron spoke before Daphne could do a runner.

"Why don't you bring your entire circus of clowns down to my personal chambers at once, Weasley? Would that not be more efficient, at the very least?" Snape bit out, shooting Ron a disdainful frown. "We could be finished by the morning this way, and I could finally return to my work. Work I am not being paid for, I might add." If it's gold you want, I'll give you all of mine.

"Don't be that way, Sir; we're all just very excited, is all," Ron chuckled lamely, while Daphne stared at the back of his head in disbelief. We won't live to see Tracey if you don't stop being a prat, Ron! "Daphne's had a rough day, you know that. Please? We'll be gone in five minutes."

Daphne shuffled in her spot, was Ron really risking Snape's wrath just for her benefit? Because I threw a tantrum and now everyone feels sorry for me…

"Very well, but do not touch it," Snape all but snarled, closing his eye and drawing in a deep breath. "We only get one chance at this, do not forget that."

Daphne followed Ron cautiously, stopping an arm's length away from the table. There it is… Wow, Ron was right, it's beautiful. The shimmering, silver leaf sat alone in front of Snape, resting gently upon a soft, red cushion for safekeeping. It looked alive, for lack of a better word, pulsating with life, though that might've just been a trick of the candlelight.

Daphne didn't know what to say, instead she found herself standing speechless before the tiniest of things, speculating about the many wondrous secrets like this leaf that she had never heard of. This is all it's going to take? Just this tiny leaf?

"It looks like it's made of crystals," Daphne couldn't help her growing smile. "It's really beautiful, Ron!"

"It is powerful, which is all that matters," Snape said dully. "Do you two have any pressing questions? I have much to get through, and little time."

"Little time?" Ron asked, looking bothered.

"I do not know if the leaf will lose potency over time now that it has been removed from its source," Snape said, examining it with a critical eye. "So, if you will excuse me, I have studies to read."

"I figured you'd just mix it in with something," Ron shrugged. "Like a Nutrition Potion, or, something."

"Ingestion of the leaf's powdered form appears to be the most widely implemented technique, yes," Snape said, gesturing towards his parchments and tomes. "But the method of delivery varies, which potion would serve Miss. Davis best, is what we must ask ourselves."

"What about the Wiggenweld Potion?" Ron suggested. That's the antidote for Sleeping Draughts, it can even release a person from the effects of the Draught of Living Death.

"Reasoning?" Snape asked, eyebrow raised.

"It's used to battle Sleeping Draughts, or, sleep in general," Ron replied. "And it's got strong healing properties to boot. You've got Moly, Dittany, even Boom Berry juice, which is great for your blood."

"It's gratifying to see that you pay attention in my class…" Snape said, writing something down absentmindedly. "… When you aren't chatting up Miss. Davis, that is. An activity which I promise you will have the privilege to indulge in again." You know, I'd like to see that; they always look like they have fun during Potions. "Now, begone. I have many duties to attend to during the day, you are only hurting your friend-"

"Right, we're leaving," Ron said quickly. "No need to go there…" He speaks so casually to the man, it's unnerving. "Thanks, though, for everything you're doing-"

"I'm just doing my job," Snape stopped him.

"A job no one has paid you for," Daphne remembered, and Snape's cold gaze fell on her. Why did I speak?!

"Oh, she got you there, Sir!" Ron sniggered, much to Daphne's horror.

"Do you have anything else to share, Miss. Greengrass?" Snape asked icily, as if a cruel remark was on the tip of his tongue. No, definitely not. Wait… No, there is!

"I would like to thank you as well, actually-" Daphne started.

"Get out," Snape pointed to the door. Right away, Sir.

"Let's go, Ron," Daphne pulled the redhead along, while he shot Snape a scandalised look. "Don't make that face, you'll get us in trouble-…"

"Don't know why he's being such a prat to you, especially given that he knows about your day," Ron muttered, while Daphne cringed internally once again. Let's not talk about that, ever.

The moment they stepped back into the Office, Daphne's parents were upon them. Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.

"I was just showing her the leaf," Ron said pre-emptively. "Before I'm accused of kidnapping-"

"That's all right, love, but it's very late, now," Mary said, looking at Daphne expectantly. What? No! I want to talk to Ron! There's so much I want to ask about!

"Daphne needs her rest, as do you," her father added, studying them both. "And Ron, you need to change out of those clothes, you look like you were caught in the rain."

"I was, though," Ron said, shooting Daphne a quick glance. "And yeah, it's getting late…" You too? I'll apologize if you just give me a chance-… "Daphne can come to mine tomorrow, if that's all right with all of you. Daphne? What do you think?" Really? A whole day with him? It could be awkward; he doesn't exactly look excited to be around me…

"I'll come first thing in the morning," Daphne promised, speaking before thinking, as she often did around him. I can wait one more night, it'll give me time to work on my apology. And this way, I don't have to spend my day around my parents. I don't feel up to being bossed around anymore. I'm going to change how they see me, how I see myself.

"We will all be joining her, then," her father said, shooting a look back at Mr. and Mrs. Davis; the couple were holding each other and speaking in hushed whispers. "Mary managed to talk Susana out of leaving that accursed room, at last. She needs fine conversation and even finer wine, but more than that; she needs peace. I can expect you both to behave yourselves tomorrow?"

"Yes, father…" Daphne replied, matching his formal tone. I'll be sure to stay well out of your sight, just as you prefer.

"I'll be busy with other things," Ron shrugged. "But, sure, whatever helps her." Busy? Well, I suppose I'll be following him around, then, though I'm not sure how I'll manage to sleep tonight. When the others hear about this… Merlin, I can't wait!

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (The Burrow – Morning)

Ron played around with a vial of Pomfrey's Calming Concoction as he stared out of his window. It was a blessed, sunny morning, with only a handful of white, soft clouds dotting the endless, blue canvas above. Even from his window, he could see the morning dew on the flora below, it was going to be nippy despite the exposed sun. I'm going to enjoy this run; I can already feel it. Maybe I'll take a dip in the creek too, just to cool off after.

Ron was in a good mood today, as victory generally had that effect on him, but more than that; he was looking forward to something for a change. He didn't just want to be there for Tracey's awakening; he wanted to be there until she had fully recovered. He planned to visit her as often as possible, to aid her in her recovery and to keep her from feeling lonely; he planned to be a true friend to her in order to make up for his role in her losing two months of her life. But for now, I'm going to drink this potion down, and just enjoy one bloody day. Just one, before I go look up Ilvermorny's skirt, and find new nightmares.

As he went to uncork the vial, there was a weak knock at his door, followed promptly by an overcompensated one. Merlin! Kick the door down next time, mum.

"Coming," Ron pocketed the vial and headed for the door, opening it with a cheerful smile. "Morning, mum-…"

"Good morning, Ron," Daphne greeted anxiously, while Ron froze. She's here this early?! I know I told her to come in the morning, but still…

"Um… Morning, Daphne," Ron eventually greeted her back, and she gave him a timid smile. "You came earlier than I thought you would, I haven't even gone for my run yet."

"I couldn't really wait, sorry," Daphne pulled at her right sleeve, she was wearing a thick, white, knitted turtleneck, making her appear wholly huggable. "I didn't come alone, either. Mother and Father are here, as are the Davis'-"

"They're all here? This early?" Ron asked, more surprised than bothered. "Didn't you lot sleep?"

"I slept a little…" Daphne replied, shooting a look into his room. "Can I come in, please?"

"Oh, of course," Ron moved out of the way, mentally smacking himself. "Make yourself at home." Wait, I don't mean that. Why did I say it?

Daphne moved past him and stopped at the centre of the room, eyeing the orange walls with a curious look, while Ron eyed her blue, Muggle jeans. Probably from some fancy boutique on the other side of the world. Glad she found this particular pair, though.

"Are you about to go for a run?" Daphne asked, walking over to his unmade bed and sitting down, her golden locks covering his discarded pillow.

Ron stopped staring, looking towards the window instead. Feels weird to be in the same room as her, I keep thinking that she's going to explode again.

"Ron?" Daphne called, waving.

"Yeah, I was just about to head off," Ron replied, shooting her an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, I don't like to miss-"

"I know," Daphne's smile was more wholesome. "You should go for it; I'll just have breakfast in the meantime." That's nice of her. What is she after? "Your mother has fried up a lot of bacon; is Helios on his way?"

"He should be here soon, but you know how he is," Ron immediately felt more at ease, it was comforting to know that she remembered Helios' favourite treat. "He'll turn up eventually, he's most likely just hunting. Doesn't have any appreciation for mum's cooking yet, the fool."

"Want me to save you a plate?" Daphne asked, reminding him of Christmas. Blimey… I remember exactly what we did that night, and I shouldn't be thinking about that-… "Ron?"

"You don't have to do that anymore, Daphne," Ron said, scratching his neck. Plus, I already asked mum to keep my share separate.

"You seem distracted today," Daphne said, sitting up straighter. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" You are, but in the right sort of way. Damnit! Stop it, Ron.

"I'm just thinking about… Tracey…" Ron lied, enduring the pang of guilt that swiftly followed.

"Oh, of course," Daphne blinked, before smiling widely. "I still can't believe it, Ron. This all feels like a really nice dream, and I'm scared I'll wake up soon."

"I get that," Ron nodded in agreement. "But it's real, and I really think it's going to work. It has to." If it doesn't, I don't know what I'll do.

"I hope so too… Um… Ron, do you mind if I ask you some more questions about the leaf?" Daphne asked, apprehensively fiddling with the hem of her turtleneck. "And about Octavia? I'd like to know if I can meet her-"

"Meet her?" Ron repeated.

"I want to thank her, for what she's done for us," Daphne explained quickly. "She's come out of nowhere and saved Trace, just as her parents were on the verge of giving up… I can't let that go unrewarded, can I?"

"Daphne, if you do get the privilege to meet with her, you'll quickly understand that there's nothing we have that she'll even remotely desire," Ron couldn't help but chuckle, thinking back on his bizarre meeting with the excitable Dryad. "Though, it's good of you to want to repay her; she'd take a liking to you, I reckon."

"What does she want from you, then?" Daphne asked outright. "Is it something dangerous? Is that why you won't say anything?" Merlin, she's going for my jugular.

Ron drew in a deep breath; his day was not going according to his design. I'm supposed to be running through the fields right now, with Pomfrey's brew making the world a merrier place…

"You said that we have nothing to offer her, but she asked you for a favour," Daphne reasoned. "I just want to know if you're putting yourself in danger, Ron. I won't tell anyone, I promise. That hasn't changed…" she trailed off, resigning by the looks of it. "Actually, I'm prying… Sorry-"

"Even if it's dangerous, I'll still do it," Ron sighed out, unable to help himself. "Daph, I don't know what she wants, not exactly, but I gave her my word, and even if Tracey… I gave her my word, and I'm keeping it. That's all I can really tell you."

"Okay," Daphne nodded, sated with his answer. "Just don't get hurt, please."

"I will do my best, you can count on that," Ron said, dreading the awkward silence which was already looming over them. Should I apologize for leaving without telling her? I already did so last night, but she's probably forgotten…

After some thought, Ron decided not to apologize again, as he felt that leaving was his choice to make. I didn't give her any thought, but I've apologized for that already. One time is enough. Daphne's eyes moved about the room in a strange manner, as if she were trying to find something in particular, but Ron paid her no mind. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the dark purple vial, uncorking it and bringing it to his lips. Please, give me one good day, and then I'll get back to it without complaint-…

"Ron? What is that?" Daphne interrupted his prayer. "Wait, that's not… It is!"

"Pomfrey's Calming Concoction, I call it," Ron shrugged. "She never gave it a name, but it's really quite brilliant. She could make a fortune-"

"Why are you drinking it?" she asked, her beauty marred by the constant worry he put her through. "Isn't it meant for emergencies?" My life is a goddamn emergency.

"It… It makes me feel good…" Ron admitted, knowing what was coming.

"Ron… That's not right," Daphne muttered, aghast. Fuck… "What you just said sounds-"

"I don't care how it sounds," Ron said, keeping his eyes low. "I want one day where I just get to be happy, and today seems as good a day as any… The Gods have finally cut me some slack, so why can't I celebrate? I'm not going to ask you to understand, because I can't help you understand. And it's like I'm not hurting anyone-"

"You're hurting yourself…" Daphne's voice was drowning with pity. "Have you done this before?"

"No, I came up with the idea this morning, while I was getting changed," Ron sighed out, why was he even explaining himself? "Cheers, Daphne."

With that, he brought the vial back to his lips, but drank down only half the contents, as it was a particularly potent potion. I'll save the rest for later. Daphne looked on with growing dread, but Ron felt a calmness unlike any other wash over him. It filled every ounce of his being with harmony, bringing glamorous colours and the singing of birds with its timely arrival. Oh, bloody hell, that comes on quick and strong. I feel a bit cold in my tummy, though.

"Ron?" Daphne patted his shoulder, and Ron broke out of his thoughts. When did she get there?!

Daphne was absolutely stunning; her rosy skin gave off a glow which resembled moonlight, and her long, smooth hair melted into a river of molten gold. Ron's eyes widened, but even as his mind told him that he was seeing things, Ron followed the flowing river towards the sparkling, emerald door. Merlin! A door made out of-!

"Ron?!" Daphne shook him.

"It's working," Ron shushed her, shooting panicked looks around them. "Do you want people to hear us-?"

"Merlin, Ron, I really wish you hadn't done that-" Daphne started, but all Ron heard was impending treachery. Not on my watch, woman!

"You'll rat me out!" Ron accused, making her jump. "Well, you won't be able to, because you'll have some too! You'll become my accomplice-!"

"Are you mental?" Daphne smacked his arm, but he didn't even register it. "And stop yelling, the entire Burrow can hear you." Oh, shit. Eh, it'll be fine, they won't catch me. I am uncatchable. That should be my new name.

"The Uncatchable Weasley," Ron smirked, and Daphne just stared at him for a good long moment. I'm hungry, but I shouldn't eat before running. Just thinking of the wind is making me happy-

"Give me some, then…" Daphne suddenly broke her silence. Is she asking for a kiss?

"Give you what?" Ron asked, it always paid to be sure.

"The potion," Daphne swallowed thickly, a jagged, icy crown forming over her forehead. What the fuck…? A new one! "Ron, are you there?"

"No, I'm over here," Ron shook his head. "And no, you can't have any, because it's mine-"

"What? But you just offered!" Daphne looked beyond frustrated, but then she let out a long sigh. "Ron, I was looking forward to today… I thought we would sort out a bunch of our… problems…"

"Problems?" Ron asked, thinking of the only problem in everyone's life. Hehe, yours truly! "Only problem I see is me, and I plan to stay out of everyone's way today." Daphne kept on staring, her eyes aging. "You see, I think about these things beforehand, my lovely teacup. I knew people were coming at some point today, so I figured I'd start early, but then that went to shit because you lot showed up early-"

"Ron, please, stop," Daphne took a step back, shaking her head clear. "Feels as though you've pummelled me with words."

"Stupefy," Ron added, sniggering to himself. Maybe I should train today! That'd be fun-!

"So, I really can't have any?" Daphne asked, and Ron looked her over to pass his final judgement. Cute as a fucking Puffskein!

She looked so damn adorable in that heavy turtleneck of hers, like a snowman with tits, but she also looked vulnerable and insecure; her glow dimming the longer he remained silent. What's the worst that'll happen? Fuck it.

"Here," Ron offered her the rest. "I was only pulling your leg."

"Really?" Daphne asked, a relieved smile stretching across her face.

"No," Ron confessed, not caring. "Now, take it, and know that it came from a place of pity."

"… Prat…" Daphne chastised monotonously, taking the vial.

"One more thing before you freely enjoy my charity," Ron hopped in front of her, making her shrink. "What of your parents? I mean, I can beat them up, but you-"

"Ron, you're not beating up anyone," Daphne huffed in indignation, and he narrowed his eyes challengingly. "And I don't care about what they think, so they can't stop me."

"You don't care about what they think?" Ron asked, blinking. "Liar, liar, I can't remember the rest, but essentially… Fuck you."

"Circe have mercy…" Daphne looked up to the Heavens for help, but Ron knew that no one was listening. "I just hope I don't become as unhinged as you-"

"You will," Ron promised ominously, leaning forward until his widening eyes were almost touching hers. "No one can know, so this will be our little secret… Now, drink it down, and let's both just fuck off."

---

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (The Burrow – Midday)

None of them suspected a thing, not even Bill, who had been eyeballing Ron all morning. The young Slytherin had mostly kept his distance from everyone, enjoying his run and his breakfast before grabbing a book and sneaking off to the pond for an easy afternoon with his blonde shadow.

However, instead of reading about wand movement techniques, Ron had begun to awe Daphne with a detailed account of his recent break-in, even embellishing the odd detail without realizing it. Seeing her listen to each word with rapt attention only pushed him to try harder, and without a care in the world, Ron had told her of Brightbeak, Octavia, Harkin, and the Aurors. He even went as far as to wave his arms about and make silly faces, adding pauses for effect and relishing in her reactions.

Daphne, who had been a lot calmer until now, sat cross-legged across from him, not caring about the wet grass beneath her bottom, as she beamed up at him. "What happened after that, Ron?! Did you get in trouble?!"

"No, Harkin said I could go," Ron smirked, feeling a bit winded. "The Aurors didn't look too happy, but it was the Headmaster's call."

"You don't think they'll hold a grudge, do you?" Daphne asked, returning to her simple smile.

"I hope not, I'm bound to run into them again," Ron replied, shrugging as he sat down on a tree stump. "There, that's the whole story. Any more questions?" Bloody hell, I'm a bit tuckered out. I know I forgot to take my Nutrition Potion this morning, but this is just pathetic. But then again, I've barely slept in days. Oh, well. It'll be fine, I shouldn't worry.

"What sort of favour is Octavia after?" Daphne asked. This again?

"That's the one part I can't tell you, because I don't know it," Ron groaned. "You're very stubborn, especially lately."

"You're stubborn," Daphne huffed, before smiling again. "We should put out your head, it's on fire."

"What?" Ron ran his fingers through his hair. Pfft, liar. "You've lost it."

"Lost what?" Daphne asked, trying to remember. "No, can't think of anything-"

"I was speaking of your mind," Ron said, giving her a deadpan look.

"That's not very nice," Daphne kept smiling, not fazed in the slightest. "When did you become so mean, Ron?"

"I was always mean," Ron said triumphantly. "So, what did you think of my story?"

"Oh, it was wonderful!" Daphne beamed again. "I still can't believe that you flew off with Fawkes like that, and then with Brightbeak too! Oh, I really want to see a Thunderbird for myself! I wish I hadn't settled for crying in my room, I missed out on a lot." I shouldn't let her think about that.

"You can go see Brightbeak with Tracey, once she's up and about," Ron said, giving her his best smile.

"One day, absolutely," Daphne said longingly. "Do you think he'll let us sit on his back?"

"It's not as fun as it sounds," Ron told her, remembering his sorry bollocks. "But if you ask nicely enough, who knows? I'd like to see you fly; I don't think I've ever seen you on a broom before."

"Flying's just not for me," Daphne hummed, stretching out her growing legs. "But I wouldn't mind flying about on a Phoenix, or, especially a Thunderbird. Everyone would be impressed by me, then." Is that what she wants? No, she's never really cared much about other people's thoughts and opinions. There's only one person she'd want to impress; her father. "Why are you staring at my legs?"

"Because they're nice," Ron said, masking his real thoughts. "Very shapely."

"You always say nice things," Daphne said, wiggling her feet about. "Tell me what you honestly think." I'd like to see them without those pesky jeans.

"I honestly think that you ought to fly more," Ron changed the subject, standing back up. "I have an idea-…"

"Oh, no," Daphne refused, a dazed look on her face. "I can't even stand up, Ron, let alone fly."

"How do you know that was my idea?" Ron asked. Mind-reader.

"I know about your family's broom shed, the really old one," Daphne replied. "Plus, you just mentioned flying, so I can safely assume that you want us to go flying, but I don't want to-"

"What happened to wanting to fly on Brightbeak?" Ron asked.

"Brightbeak is an intelligent creature, whereas those brooms are older than my father," Daphne shrugged, dropping onto her back in order to stare up at the sun. "Ow… It burns."

"Stop that," Ron said, barely mustering up any interest. Merlin, I feel more calm than happy, which isn't what I want. "I'll give you more potion if you come flying with me." And I'll have a bit more myself, as well some Nutrition Potion. Ugh.

Daphne's head popped up at Ron's offer, but she didn't look convinced yet. Hm, what else? Actually, I don't trust her on her own, so I know exactly what to offer.

"I'll fly, and you can sit in front of me," Ron said nonchalantly, not failing to notice the greed behind her eyes. "I used to do it with Ginny and Luna when we were more friendly, it's really not that hard-"

"Fine, if it means so much to you," Daphne pretended to have no interest in Ron's offers, even as she shot up before walking over like a drunkard. Yeesh, she's like dad after he goes drinking with his mates.

"Merlin, Daphne, do you really want more?" Ron asked, rethinking his promise.

"I imagine I will soon vomit out most of what I had before," Daphne replied haughtily, before smiling in a wicked manner. "And yes, I want more! I'm having a lot of fun, it's like we're in first year again!" That's a bit nostalgic of her, but I can't blame her. I keep thinking back on my best times with Tracey. "Can you tell me more about Brightbeak? What other colours did his feathers turn into?"

"Well, they started off golden, like your hair!" Ron put his arm on her shoulder, supporting her as they made their way through the gardens.

As he went on and on about the mighty Thunderbird, and his own valour in facing such a perilous foe, neither noticed Charlie and Kirsten heading straight for them, too busy in their conversation as they were.

"There you are, you two," Kirsten greeted them with a smile, she and Charlie both looked as though they had been flying. Are they real?

Ron looked to Daphne for confirmation; she could see them too, because she had had the exact same idea as him. They're real.

"Um… Are you two all right?" Charlie asked, looking Ron over. "Why are you wearing a suit at home, mate?" It makes me feel safe, and it's snug.

"I like the look," Ron shrugged, trying to move past them, only to be stopped by Charlie.

"You're acting strange-" Charlie started, but Kirsten stopped him.

"It's nice to see you two getting along, even after everything you've been through," Kirsten all but congratulated, patting Charlie's back. Why is she so straightforward? I hate people like that, it's as though they've found a way to be mean without paying the consequences.

"We've been talking without stop, which is something that we've both missed, I think," Daphne said, smiling calmly once again. How does she do this? She can barely stand straight without my help, but she can still act sober?

"That's good, we won't disturb you," Kirsten said, pulling at Charlie's arm and whispering in his ear. "C'mon, that's two less people in the house who could overhear us…" I heard that, even Daphne heard it. Not a subtle bone in her body.

Ron's older brother was spurred into action by Kirsten's words, quickly taking off with her and forgetting all about Ron and Daphne's strange behaviour. It's nice to see that they're getting along again, good news spawns good news.

"They're going to have sex," Daphne told him, as if he didn't know already.

"I'd rather not think about that," Ron never wanted to see Charlie naked. I bet his cock as thick as a baby's arm. Merlin, why did I picture that?! "Ugh… Cheers, Daphne, I definitely didn't need that imagery."

"I bet they're rough with each other," Daphne added matter-of-factly, pointing her finger at their receding backs. "Look at them, I'm certain about-"

"Do you want Charlie to bash me?" Ron asked, pulling her along towards the stone outhouse.

"You could take him," Daphne huffed, insulted over his behalf. "You could take him without a wand, even! You should do it later-!"

"I'm going to lock you up if you keep behaving this way," Ron promised, and she melted into giggles. "I'm not joking, Daphne. The potion should be tiring you out by now, but you're still going-"

"I'm smaller than you, but you still gave me the same amount, silly," Daphne said giddily as she bumped her hip against his, barely managing it. "Oops, I almost fell, but good thing you're here!"

"I should've had three-quarters, instead…" Ron muttered to himself.

Once they were at the broom shed, Ron picked out the only decent broom inside, an old Shooting Star which he had lain claim to many-a-times during family matches. It's not very fast, but it can carry two people at once. It's a sturdy and reliable broom.

"Um… Ron, that broom looks like it's served time in Azkaban," Daphne pointed out.

"You're being mean to an old friend," Ron said, smiling at the blemished, weathered broom.

It was covered with dust due to being forgotten for so long, and the brush was filled with broken bristles which raised alarm bells in both their heads. We're going to fucking die today, but I'm still game to fly.

"Here we go," Ron moved the Shooting Star into position, straddling his old broom and offering Daphne his gloved hand.

"No…" Daphne whined, staring at the battered bristles. "Can't we pick another one, at least?"

"I trust this one, and it can tell," Ron countered. "Come on, just do it. If you want to impress people, Daph, then you need to start by impressing yourself. Take a risk once in a blue moon, it'll be fine." Daphne gave him a thoughtful look, still fidgeting in her spot. "And if it helps, I have my wand with me. I can save us like I saved myself and Fawkes, but it won't come to that, I promise." If she says no again, I'm heading off. She's welcome to join me with another broom.

"All right, then," Daphne sighed out, reluctantly walking over. "I trust you."

She took his hand and sat a few inches ahead of him, her legs hanging off to the right. She's more likely to fall this way. "Daphne, you ought to straddle the broom-"

"What? I'm not doing that," Daphne shook her head. "Every romance I've read which has two people fly on a broom together shows the girl sitting like I am now. This is important, Ron, it's helping me stay calm." Did she just say romance?

"The sedative is supposed to do that…" Ron said, wondering what went through the head of girls.

Ron then leaned forward and placed his hands firmly around the handle, squeezing Daphne a bit as she was positioned between his arms. She held onto his jacket for support, and despite the terror in her eyes, Ron couldn't help but grin at her. I wonder what we'll see from up there! Let's go find out!

Daphne let out a wild squeal as Ron kicked off, not realizing that they were struggling to even make it past the Burrow's height. Ah, we're too heavy. C'mon, old boy, you can do it. Daphne eventually broke away from him a little, noticing their slow and bumpy rise.

"Can it really keep the both of us in the air?" Daphne asked, her face mere inches from his. Out of the way, I can't see. Do you want us to fly into a bird?

"It's managing so far," Ron smiled at a nearby cloud, it looked as soft as a marshmallow. "Are you okay? Not slipping, are you?"

"No, I feel much safer than I thought I would," she shot him a grateful smile. "This was a good idea, I'm glad you thought of it."

"I am a prodigy, you know?" Ron smirked.

"Sure, never said you weren't," Daphne smirked back. "It's just rare for you to be right the first time around, that's all."

"Now, who's being mean?" Ron asked, slowing down to a halt. "Want to look down? I want to see the Burrow from up here."

Daphne's grip on his clothes tightened as she leaned to the side, peering down at the Burrow and its overgrown grounds. Although it was much larger up-front, even at this distance the Burrow was imposing, its several crooked stories held in place by some unorthodox Magic. Who came up with those Enchantments, I wonder?

Smiling to himself, Ron branded the image into his mind; this was what he was so desperate to protect. One day, that house will be filled with even more loud-mouthed brats, I just have to make sure that it's still standing when that time comes.

"It really is amazing, your home," Daphne said, her eyes moving about the land.

"Do you think so?" Ron asked. "It's no manor, that's for certain."

"I believe, now, that's what I love most about it," Daphne said wistfully, facing Ron once again. "Ron, can you look at me?"

"Hmm?" Ron turned his head, meeting her gaze. Gods, she's even more stunning up here-…

"I'm sorry," Daphne apologized, her expression sincere.

"Sorry about what?" Ron asked, blinking. "You haven't done anything wrong." You didn't fart, did you? Why, Gods? Why must you ruin everything?

"All those horrible things I said to you when we fought, they're not true," Daphne started, bringing his thoughts to a jarring stop. "I was angry and full of spite… I figured that if I shouted loud enough, you'd hear me, but I was just trying to make myself feel better… I wanted to help Millie, more than anything I wanted you to just forgive her and move on, but I also think I did all that because I didn't want to risk losing another friend. It was wrong of me to demand that you put your own feelings aside in order to help Millie, and it really hurt you, I can see that, now… I'm so sorry, Ron-"

"No, Daph, I'm the one who's sorry…" Ron let out a long breath, were they really doing this here? She apologized, though, out of nowhere…

"What are you sorry for?" Daphne asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "Ron?"

"Everything… Just bloody everything," Ron replied, finding it difficult to meet her eyes. "Ever since Tracey got hurt, I've been blundering from one mistake to another, causing the people around me untold pain because I can't handle my own share. I can't even begin to describe to you how… pathetic… I've become, because I'm ashamed to even think back on any of it… Tracey, Millicent and her parents, maybe even the Werewolf Sanctuary… It's all tainted, I feel. And, sweet Circe, I hurt you more than anyone else-"

"Because I couldn't-… Because I don't understand what you're going through," Daphne tried, tightening her hold. "But I want to, even if it takes a long time. I want to understand-"

"There's nothing to understand, Daphne," Ron felt even more tired now than before. "I… I tried to throw away Tracey's sacrifice, you said so yourself-"

"I can't even begin to imagine how you must've felt right after, but I do remember how I felt… It was unbearable, Ron, and it felt like it was all my fault for not being with her when it happened," Daphne said, unable to help the sorry look on her face. "And I know you enough to know that you blame yourself for what happened to Trace, which is why I should have never said what I said in the first place. None of us believe that what happened to Tracey was your fault-"

"But it is my fault… It wasn't Tracey who slighted the Old Families at every turn, it was me," Ron all but whispered, staring down at the house that had sheltered and raised him. "And when I was atop the Astronomy Tower, the only thing I could think to do was to just make it all stop… I needed it to stop, just long enough for me to think, but by then…" he trailed off.

Silence filled the air around them, with only the cool breeze serving to remind them that they were still airborne. Daphne was alternating between looks of extreme sympathy and mild disinterest, no doubt the work of the potion within her system, whereas Ron was simply feeling down once again. Any excitement he had derived from his hallucination-inducing sedative was now gone, replaced by the aftereffects and an empty feeling where his heart was supposed to be. I'll be needing a nap soon, if I remember right. I think I should start by landing us. This isn't how I imagined flying with her to go, but… If she's really not angry with me, then I'm glad we had this chat. It does make me feel a lot better to know that she still cares, even if I don't deserve it.

Without saying a word, Ron turned the broom around and began to descend towards the old outhouse, managing a pitiful smile at Daphne as she studied his bone-white skin, one of her hands absentmindedly stroking his cheek. Once his feet were firmly planted on the ground, Ron helped Daphne off of the broom, which promptly gave out between his legs, falling lifelessly onto the grass. Um…

They both stared down at the dead broom, before slowly exchanging looks. Well, that could've ended poorly, but no point in worrying about it now.

"I'll put this away…" Ron said awkwardly, leaving to lay his old broom to rest within its stone tomb.

When he came back outside, he found Daphne facing away from him and towards the Burrow; her posture rigid. She still has more to say? Blimey, I feel spent already, but then again; I'm not exactly good at opening up. There's too much inside of me, and it always feels like it's going to destroy me if I give it any power.

"Daphne?" Ron asked, stopping by her side. "What's the matter?"

"You're not coming back, are you?" Daphne's voice cracked, still staring at his home. "Even if the leaf brings Tracey back, you don't plan to come back with her." No, I don't… "I'm right, aren't I? You're really leaving for good-"

"Not for good, no… But yeah, I don't plan to come back until…" Ron shifted in his spot, he didn't really know when he would be ready to return, if ever.

"Until?" she asked, turning her head to face him.

Her eyes were damp, and so he offered her his handkerchief, trying his best to give her a comforting smile at the same time, but failing. This can't be easy on her, losing both Tracey and me, but I can't go back to Hogwarts yet. I can't keep acting like that place isn't chipping away at my soul, that I don't resent being trapped within its walls… It's a giant prison, filled with petty drama and ignorant fools, and it's built to breed conflict that spills out into the Wizarding World-

"Ron?" he suddenly felt her hand on his arm, making him flinch. "… Sorry, I shouldn't-"

"No, again, I'm the one who's sorry…" Ron sighed out, why did he have to jump like that? "… Just between us, Daph; I can't stand people touching me after Hogsmeade… I even hate it when they stand behind me in a line… I keep thinking they're going to get me the moment I stop paying attention…" Ron drew in a sharp breath; it was humiliating to admit that. "So, yeah, I'm not coming back, but it's not because of you, or, Millicent, or…" Or, because of what I did to Carey. "I'm leaving because I can't handle it anymore, it's just too much at once. It's hard to breathe in that castle, sometimes… Do you ever feel that way?"

Daphne shook her head, waiting for him to go on, but Ron had no more left to say. So, they simply stood there in silence, watching over the Burrow together. He knew that she wanted him to change his mind, but would never do so as even she could see that Hogwarts was not doing Ron any favours, and that was enough for him. He wasn't going to make false promises to her, especially to her, nor would he allow his feelings for her to cloud his judgement. The Wizarding World needs me more than Hogwarts does, and I'm this world's Champion, not just the Champion of Hogwarts.

"What are you thinking about, now?" Daphne asked, and Ron realized that they had been standing in silence for nearly five minutes now. Fuck, I'm done… My brain is turning off even as I'm standing here. I need to rest, and I need to man up and drink my Nutrition Potion. The twins went through so much trouble for me, least I could do is show some damn gratitude.

"I'm thinking that you and I should take a nap," Ron replied, turning to face her and offering her his gloved hand. "Can I escort you back inside? My half is running dry, I'm afraid, and you'll follow suit shortly."

"Yes, thank you, some rest would be nice," Daphne took his hand with a weak smile, looking just as exhausted as him. We barely talked about our fights, but I think I understand her better, now. She doesn't hate me; she just can't stand the thought of losing another friend to the senseless hatred of the Death-Eaters, and I'm with her all the way on this. They have to be stopped, for everyone else's sake, but this war will never truly be over until the Dark Lord is over. He's my main goal, now. Hurting him in every possible way, that's what I should aim for. And I think I'll start with his work within the States. I will stop whatever this rot is, and I'll save them all from his fucking madness.

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Sirius Black's POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (The Burrow – Late Afternoon)

Sirius let out a thunderous burp, his very soul quaking from the sheer force behind it, but before he could relish in his triumph; he was smacked by both Molly and Mary, the witches shooting him icy looks brimming with disgust. Oh, please, you women love it!

"I think, I need another one," Sirius moved off of the table, he and his friends were all drinking rather heavily today on account of Ron bringing home a silver leaf for Tracey. The pup! Nay, not a pup… Rather, the Nemean Lion itself! Fucking God amongst men, that's what he is!

Sirius was excited-… No, he was bloody over the moon! He didn't exactly know Tracey Davis all too well, but he was beginning to grow quite fond of her hot-headed father, James, and her comical but gentle mother, Susana, and this gave him reason enough to mourn alongside them. Of course, James and Susana hadn't exactly been at their best over the last two months, with Sirius rarely seeing Susana at all, but who could blame them? Even Sirius had had sleepless nights thinking about their daughter, wondering what sort of coward would hurt a child in such a vicious manner. Wherever that scummy fuck is, I hope justice caught up to him.

Enjoying the sight of the sinking sun, Sirius waddled over to the large table Molly had set-up close to the front door. It was lined with her very best dishes, from pastries to chicken drumsticks, every dish was specifically prepared to please a certain redhead, who, as it happens, was not even here. He snuck off with Daphne just after lunch, the little rascal! Good on them, though! It's a shitty world, and it's only bearable if your friends are by your side!

Thinking back on James and Lily, and even Peter, for the briefest of moments, Sirius poured himself another mug from the barrel of German ale Seb had brought over from his cellar, and although Sirius preferred Firewhiskey when it came to getting drunk; this ale was strong but somehow soothing on the stomach, which was all the more reason to keep drinking it. I wish Remus were here, at least; he loves a good-…

"I've never had this before; do you know what it is?" Bill asked, stopping by Sirius' side.

"No idea, mate," Sirius grinned at the eldest Weasley boy, who was disturbingly sober compared to everyone else, including his parents. "Do you want me to pour you one as well? You look like you could use it-"

"No, I'd rather stay a bit sober, at least in case dad decides to drive that flying car of his around," Bill replied, shooting a smile back at Arthur, who was in deep conversation with Seb.

"He'll never bring that car out, not while your mother's drinking with us," Sirius laughed before taking a long swig. "Merlin, that's good! Are you sure you don't want any, Bill? This is Seb and Mary's finest; you won't get another shot like this for a while, I imagine. Just look at your brother, follow his example today."

"You mean him?" Bill asked, looking towards Charlie, who was huddled over with Kirsten near Arthur's shed.

"He'll be fine after a bit of vomit," Sirius chuckled, and Bill shook his head as he smiled to himself, amused.

"I'm looking for Ron, Sirius, have you seen him?" Bill asked, looking about once again. "Everyone's out here, but he's missing."

"Well, a certain lass is also missing," Sirius smirked from behind his mug. "I wonder if Seb will notice any time soon, I'm just waiting for the fireworks to start!"

"They're not together, anymore, Sirius," Bill reminded him.

"Yes, because all the girls you've been with were the ones you dated," Sirius laughed, while Bill scratched the back of his neck. "Leave the kid be, Bill, and enjoy yourself. Let him have his fun, or, whatever he's up to. He's earned it."

"Yeah, of course…" Bill muttered, looking a bit discouraged.

Sirius studied Bill's expression, noting that he had seen Bill's gaze linger on Ron a little too much as of late. Even at lunch, I kept spotting him shooting the kid weird looks.

"All right, what's wrong?" Sirius asked, placing his half-full mug on the table. "Go on, out with it. You look as though someone's gone and stolen your broom."

Bill shifted a little, looking around them once again to make sure that no one was listening. No one is watching, mate, we're all drinking and taking the day off.

"Have you ever sensed Magic before?" Bill whispered, and Sirius nodded slowly.

"Wasn't really into it, however, as I've always had stronger senses than most, and don't need Magic to tell me if I'm alone or not," Sirius replied, smirking at his own little joke. "Why? What did you sense?"

"I… honestly can't tell you, Sirius," Bill looked troubled, which did sober Sirius up a little. Never seen that look on his face before, something must've really crawled under his skin. "I was getting ready for work yesterday morning, and I felt this horrible power coming from Ron's room… I followed it, but I only found Ron and mum…"

"Describe this horrible power to me," Sirius requested, rubbing his face harshly. "Merlin, Bill, why not bring this up when I was still sober?"

"Because I think that… what I sensed…" Bill trailed off, looking unsure again.

"Well?"

"It was Ron, mate, the power I felt was emanating from Ron," Bill finished, looking as though he had bit his tongue near the end. Ron? Okay…

"Describe it to me," Sirius requested again. "What did it feel like?"

"It felt… It just felt so wrong, I can't even describe it…" Bill started, thinking back. "I felt trapped by it, by its stench… It was so foul, Sirius, like standing neck-deep in rotting food. Just one slip and you'd be smothered by the stink of it all. Completely snuffed out." And he felt this from Ron? When he was with their mother? Another unexplained situation involving the pup… This is just like when I found out that he was sneaking around with Travers, something he's still up to, I'm sure. And with everything that's been going on…

Sirius felt his faith in Ron waver, even he could not deny that Ron's thoughts were an enigma, a puzzle that really needed to be solved before it was too late, but was Sirius really willing to start spying on the wizard who had rescued him from Azkaban? Travers… She's the one I can't trust. What if she's sharing her misguided morals with him? He's impressionable, we know that from seeing him act like a little version of Seb, and I really don't want to see him start acting the way she does.

"Okay, not one to be rude needlessly…" Sirius started, and Bill shot him a knowing look.

"You think I'm mental…" Bill then sighed out. "Well, join the club-"

"Let me finish, handsome," Sirius patted the younger wizard's arm. "I'm not saying that you didn't sense something wrong, but the thing with sensing Magic is that it's not completely reliable, as it depends heavily on the emotional state of others. And we both know that your brother has his hands full in that department, especially lately. Was he awake when you felt this horrible presence?"

"No…"

"Well, for all you know, then; he could've been having a terrifying nightmare, and that's the cause behind his brief shift in Magic, because I don't smell rotting food around him," Sirius explained, and Bill listened intently. As a matter of fact, I rather like his scent. It's always refreshing on the nose, considering that most people smell of sweat and unwashed genitals. "Maybe it was a particularly terrible dream, and as such, your brother's body began to react accordingly-"

"Do you really believe that?" Bill interjected; he knew enough about sensing Magic to know that one couldn't just alter their Magic entirely overnight. No, too many hypotheticals, as Remus would say. I'm trying to justify Ron, not figure out what happened. I just don't want him getting into any trouble because of me, not today. He deserves to enjoy himself once in a while, he really does.

"I believe your brother has a soft heart, underneath all that sharp wit and swagger is a fourteen-year-old boy struggling with his mortality, a burden that even the strongest of wizards are rarely prepared for," Sirius replied honestly, and Bill was quick to hide his gaze out of guilt. "And people aren't just good or bad, Bill, they're a bit of both and a bit of neither. People are complicated, and your brother is more complicated than most-"

"But I know what I felt, Sirius-!"

"And what are you going to do about it?" Sirius had to ask, losing a bit of his endless humour. "Are you going to drag him down here and ask him questions that he'll most likely have no answers to? Or, are you going to get your parents onto his case, again? Fuck's sake, Bill, today is a good day! We bloody won today! Come here!"

Sirius then pulled Bill to his side, putting his arm around the young man's tense shoulders. Sirius then pointed towards James and Susana, they were sitting a bit away from the others, going over old photos of their daughter with hopeful smiles instead of planning her funeral. Evil people don't work tirelessly to provide for others, and that's just what Ron does. But saying that, going forward, I'll keep my eyes on him. And on Travers, that lunatic… If I find out she's putting crazy ideas into his head, I'll knock all of hers out.

"Those two have been in mourning for the last two months, just take a look at Susana, mate," Sirius started, and Bill did as he was told. "Now, they wouldn't be here right now, drinking and dining with us, if it weren't for your brother. He went to the States and did what even Dumbledore couldn't do, and that's why we're all gathered here today. To celebrate that victory-!"

"I'm happy for them, I really am," Bill said, facing Sirius again. "But I can't stop worrying about my little brother just because he seems invincible. I know he's not, and I know that he's not telling us everything about that leaf. He didn't just go and get it; we both know it. And, what's this about helping a Dryad? He brings it up, and then doesn't even explain what this favour could entail… I'm scared for him, Sirius. I'm scared that he's trying to be someone he's not, and that's what killing him."

"Merlin, it's no wonder you Weasleys go bald…" Sirius let out a tired breath. "Tell you what? Let's go find him, now-"

"What?" Bill blinked. "Absolutely not-!"

"So, what? You want to spy on him, instead?" Sirius asked, remembering how battered Harry was after his own attempt to try the same with Ron. "No offence, Bill, but he'll figure it out and beat the piss out of you."

"I know…" Bill massaged his forehead. "Which… is why I've come to you…"

"Ah," Sirius was fully caught up now. "You want me to get my arse beat instead of you, is that it?"

"What?! No, I just think you're more observant than anyone gives you credit for, and that includes Ronnie," Bill explained himself, while Sirius just sniggered at his reaction. "If you can just keep an eye on him for me, that'd be more than enough-"

"And if I ever sense whatever you sensed, I should come to you," Sirius finished for him. "Right?"

"I know I'm asking a lot-"

"You're really not, mate," Sirius assured him, as he was clearly worried enough to ask for help. "But try to not bring this up with the others, yeah? And with Ron, especially."

"Of course, Sirius, thank you," Bill looked a little relieved, but that relief vanished when Sirius began to grin. "What is it…? Why are you giving me that deranged look…?"

"Go grab a cup, I'm putting you under the table tonight."

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Saturday 20th March, 1994 (The Burrow – Late Evening)

"Okay, now, I'm worried too…" Sirius slurred out, conversing with Arthur and Bill by the pond in the gardens. "They've both been gone for too long! Too long, I say! At this rate, even Seb will begin to question what they're up to, and that won't end well for anyone!"

Bill was still able to function somewhat, but Arthur was just staring off into space, his droopy eyes unable remain open for more than a few seconds at a time, as he made his own contribution to the pond.

"I thought you were happy about them running off together," Bill swayed, shooting a suspicious look towards Ron's window. "He's even got the blinds up, that little bastard…"

"William… Little siblings, remember?" came Arthur's voice, hoarse from shouting and laughing all day long.

"Sorry, dad… But what if Sirius is right?" Bill asked, a proper worrywart once he was drunk. "They're too young to be playing around like this-"

"Don't be that person, Bill, please," Sirius groaned. "I expect your mother to whine about everything, not you-"

"That is my wife, just thought I'd share that," Arthur shot a cold look back, only to break into childish giggles. "Sorry, couldn't keep a straight face!" Look at him, he's as red as a tomato! Ha!

"Dad, are you even listening to me?" Bill asked, all but pouting.

"I'm trying very hard not to, son," Arthur replied, tucking himself in and turning around to face them. "But, yes, I'm listening… Right, time to be a parent… I'll just go check on them, make sure nothing is amiss…"

Arthur took one step forward before plopping down onto his face, so drunk that he didn't even register the fall. Instead, Arthur began to snore as if he had tripped onto his bed rather than his wife's carrot patch. Arthur? Um… Are you dead? Bill and Sirius exchanged looks, neither of them moving on the off-chance that they were just as drunk as Arthur, but hadn't realized it yet.

"We should call for help," Bill suggested, suddenly going wide-eyed at his father. "Oh, Gods, I nearly threw up just then…"

"If we call for help, do you know who will come?" Sirius asked plainly, and Bill shook his head so hard that Sirius was worried he'd break his neck. "Your mother, Bill, that's who! Not only will she murder Arthur for destroying her carrots, but she'll also do us in for peeing in her pond!"

"Noted…" Bill nodded dumbly. "So, we just leave him? That doesn't really sit well with me, he's my dad-"

"He's fast asleep, just look at him," Sirius sniggered at Arthur's peaceful expression. "In a few minutes, someone will spot him, but you and I will be long gone by then-"

"And mum won't blame us for her garden, just dad," Bill caught up, deciding to leave his father to the fate he deserved for getting so drunk before dinner. "We should head inside, sober up a little."

"Yes!" Sirius clapped his hands, now they had a plan cooking! "And, we can also drop by your brother's room, make sure that Daphne's behaving herself around him."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Bill asked, both of them drunkenly moving towards the house. I see that Ron never sent you a letter filled with his panic over a girl kissing him. For all his bravery, I have a strong feeling that Daphne's a bit more courageous than Ron when it comes to the opposite sex. That, and I've seen how she holds onto him, as if he'll grow wings and fly off if she's not careful. Don't think a witch has ever looked at me the way she looks at him, as if he really is unstoppable.

Making their way into the kitchen, which was currently being occupied by Pandora and Xeno. The generally exhausted couple was oddly fresh right now, drinking wine together and talking about their next addition to the Rookery's design. Where's the baby? Actually, I haven't seen Lysander since lunch. I want to hold him for a bit, now that I think about it.

As Sirius' eyes searched for Lysander around the kitchen, they also happened to notice that Pandora's dress was no longer simply yellow; there was a large blotch of green over her right breast. Colovaria, the Colour Change Charm. Did Xeno do that?

"Sirius, can I help you?" Pandora suddenly turned to face him, smiling in that knowing way of hers. I wasn't looking at your tits! Not this time, at least!

"Oh, hello, you two," Xeno also looked in their direction, a little surprised by how silent their entry was.

"Your dress is ruined," Sirius pointed out, and Pandora simply smiled down at the green stain.

"Yes, we bought Lysander a Ravenclaw blanket this morning," Pandora spoke more to herself than them, she was even stranger once she was inebriated. "Ron didn't take it well, though, and he cast a Charm so powerful on the blanket that even I couldn't undo it. My dress also got caught up, by the way, hence why it's partly green." Why do you sound so proud of him, then?

"And Lysander?" Bill asked, worried again. "He didn't turn out green too, did he?"

"No, just his blanket and Pandora's dress," Xeno sighed out in relief. "Honestly, if we'd known Ron would react that way, we would've bought a Slytherin blanket too!" I'll buy them a blanket from each House, and then send the blankets over first thing come Monday. The kid really needs to work on that temper of his. "But you know what's strange?"

"What?" Sirius asked.

"He wasn't really angry, I think he was just playing a prank alongside Daphne," Xeno replied, shooting an awkward smile at his wife. Didn't you two just have that fight over the Thunderbird? Why do I get the feeling that Ron ignored Xeno's existence, all the while enjoying Pandora and Lysander's company? Tsk, kid…

"Have you seen Arthur, by any chance?" Pandora suddenly asked them. "Molly's been looking for him, she's out front."

"Nope, haven't seen him," Bill lied as if it was second nature.

"Arthur who?" Sirius asked, and when the Lovegoods blinked at him; Sirius took Bill by the arm and dragged him off towards the stairs.

Leaving the Lovegoods to their own devices, as they clearly needed some time together to catch their breaths, Sirius and Bill began heading towards Ron's room, located on the fifth floor. As they passed by Charlie's room, they heard what sounded to be a physical brawl taking place within, but Sirius knew better, now, as did Bill. Those two… Again? How many times are they going to do it, today?

"Is silencing the room really so difficult, Charlie?" Bill groaned, pulling out his wand and Non-Verbally silencing the moans and grunts. At least, he's having some fun with a woman, unlike the pair of us.

"How come you're single?" Sirius suddenly asked, eyeing Bill up and down. Definitely the best looking Weasley, even I can tell that he has his admirers, and yet, I've never heard him discuss having so much as a wank before…

"I failed the personality test," Bill smirked and gave a thumbs up, but Sirius was no fool.

"Try again," Sirius grinned, pulling Bill along. "Why not get yourself a witch like Kirsten-?"

"I like my bones where they are, thanks," Bill stopped him. Fair enough, someone not as physically capable, then.

"What about a nice Veela girl?" Sirius teased, and Bill didn't even react. "No? Not even a Veela? Okay… Maybe something with a cock might-"

"Why aren't you married?" Bill asked, stopping Sirius short. I'm never getting married! Never! "Yeah, it's not so fun on the other side, is it?"

"Fair enough, you cheeky brat," Sirius sniggered, ruffling Bill's hair. "But in all seriousness, have fun while you still can, because once he's here, none of us will be having much fun."

Bill stopped walking at that, going a little pale in the face. Oh, shit… He's not Sturgis, he doesn't know what that mad bastard is capable of. Bill, for all his maturity, is still just a kid, one who doesn't fully remember the Great War. I shouldn't say things like that around him, not until he's got some experience under his belt.

"Sorry, gallows humour," Sirius winked, and Bill let out a shaky breath.

"People are going to die, Sirius," Bill said, following after him again. "We shouldn't make jokes."

"Trust me, handsome, there's no better time for it," Sirius spoke from experience, he had been certain that he was losing his mind after his first outing with the Order. Nearly died at the hands of Bellatrix on my very first mission, she was fucking searching for me.

Once they were on the fifth floor, Sirius put his hearing to good use, but unlike Charlie, Ron wasn't one to leave his room unguarded. He's silenced the door, probably locked it too for good measure. As Sirius pulled out his wand to check for any protections, Bill tried the door, only for the handle to shoot a fork of electricity at his hand.

"Ow, fuck!" Bill hissed, jumping back. "Really, Ron?! What if I were mum?! We don't lock rooms in this house! You absolute arse!"

"Stop shouting," Sirius laughed, oddly amused to see Bill lose his cool. "Hmmm, Fulgur Ad Locum… Crafty little bugger, just be glad you didn't hold onto the handle, mate. The kid's powerful, his protection would've fried you." Or, at the very least, sent you packing to St. Mungo's for the night.

"It still bloody hurt!" Bill grit out, sucking on a bright red spot on the back of his hand. "Merlin, its burning like a brand!"

"Lesson one of battling against Dark Wizards, Bill, don't ever touch anything without checking with your wand, first," Sirius said, still sniggering at Bill's misfortune as he Non-Verbally worked to undo the protections. "For Merlin's sake, aren't you a Curse-Breaker?"

"I'm sorry, but who puts a dangerous Charm on their door in a house full of family and friends?" Bill asked in return. Someone who has a lot to hide, I imagine.

It didn't take long for Sirius to undo the basic Enchantments protecting the handle and the lock, after which he opened the door with a smug smirk. Kid's good, but not that good. Not quite yet.

"Fulgur Ad Locum, and what else?" Bill asked, massaging the back of his hand as he peered into the room.

"He silenced and locked the room, nothing too dangerous," Sirius replied, taking a step inside.

The room was noticeably quiet, and when Sirius looked to the bed; he knew exactly why. Ron and Daphne were both fast asleep on his bed, with Ron's back against the wall and Daphne being closer to the edge of the bed. Between them lay the peaceful, sleeping Lysander, his tiny face sticking out of his emerald blanket, which still supported Ravenclaw's Eagle. A bit of both? Maybe he'll be the first Lovegood to enter Slytherin? Following after your Godfather, are you?

Taking careful steps closer to the bed, Bill and Sirius exchanged sappy smiles, only for Bill to suddenly trip and land face first on the floor. Fuck! Like father like fucking son! Run!

"Um… Sirius… I can't move," Bill muttered from the ground, not moving an inch. Can't move? "Sirius, I can't move!"

"Just shut it, I'll help you," Sirius hissed, noticing that Ron was already stirring. FUCK! He'll kill us both!

Sirius took a step in Bill's direction, only for his shoes to stick to where they were, causing him to fall forward onto his hands and knees. Realization dawned upon him too late, and Sirius quickly figured out that Ron had also cast the Sticking Charm on the floor around his bed, and both Sirius and Bill were now stuck until someone came to set them free. Maybe I can pull a hand free?

Sirius tried his best to break loose, but his skin threatened to peel off before the Charm gave up so much as an inch. Fuck, I can't even be mad, this is a brilliant use of the Sticking Charm! Damn you, pup!

On all fours, much like a dog, Sirius looked at the back of Bill's head, bursting into laughter when he realized that Bill's face was stuck to the hardwood. At least, I still have my dignity! That's what really matters-!

"Sirius?" came Ron's groggy voice, and Sirius went perfectly still. My dignity might've been spared, but my bones won't be, I fear. I wish I could've seen you two one last time, Remus and Harry. I'm sorry.

"Um… Hello there," Sirius shot a look up at Ron's bed, swallowing thickly when he noticed that Ron didn't look amused. "What are you doing here, kid? Fancy meeting you in a place like this…" Really? That's not going to change a damn thing!

"Shhh," Ron shushed, suddenly flicking his wand at Sirius. Um… Did he just silence me?! KID?!

"Ron, could you maybe-?" Bill started, but Ron silenced him as well, before lying back down next to Lysander.

"Stay there, don't make a damn sound until Daphne and Lysander are up," Ron warned them, his voice soft but deadly. "And next time you break in here, I'll throw you cunts out of my window. You've been warned." That's… fair enough… So much for my dignity, after all…

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Emilia Travers' POV

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Emilia skipped up the steps with a happy smile on her face, her mama was finally feeling well enough to speak with her again. However, she instead found her Great Aunt, Natasha Travers, first. The willowy, always-smiling, grey-haired witch was having a quiet conversation with the Healer who made frequent visits to the manor. He looks after mama, but I don't really remember his name. I think it starts with 'S'!

Emilia didn't miss her Great Aunt subtly handing the Healer a bag full of gold, nor did she miss the wretched look on the man's face as he quickly hid the pouch within his elegant robes. Not seeing a reason to stop her stride, Emilia merrily skipped past the Healer and her Great Aunt, trying the door but finding it locked. What?! No! She promised to see me today!

"Emilia," Natasha chuckled with amusement, gently pulling her back and turning her little body around. "You cannot see her today, my love. I'm very sorry, but your mother is not at her best. She asked me to keep you from her chambers, she does not wish for you to see her in such a state." What?! No! I want to see her!

"She always refuses to see me!" Emilia stomped her foot, reaching the end of her patience. "She always falls sick whenever I come to see her! It's been weeks, Auntie! What's wrong with her?!"

Something dangerous flashed behind her Great Aunt's eyes, giving Emilia reason to pause, but within a heartbeat, Natasha had returned to her usual smiling self. "Emilia, what will the good Healer think of your behaviour? We must practise decorum at all times, mustn't we?" I don't like decorum… I want to go play outside with your son and his friends… But you always tell me to stay in my room. I hate it here!

"Why can't I see her?" Emilia asked the Healer, her Aunt and kin never told her a thing. Most of them can't even stand me. They always glare at me, and except for Godrey, who's been gone for weeks, not even the Elves speak to me. If it weren't for mama and Auntie, they would all band together and throw me out, I think… I wish I knew what I did wrong, I'd apologize and never do it again!

The Healer hid his gaze from her, clearing his throat before walking away with a quickened pace. What was that? What did I do to him…? Emilia looked to her Great Aunt, who was just staring at the man's receding back with a satisfied smile. Why does everyone hate me…?

"Auntie?" Emilia managed, weakly tugging at her dress.

"Your mother needs her rest today, my child," Natasha smiled down at her, patting her lightly on the cheek. "Do not disturb her under any circumstance." No… I just want to see her…

Natasha left without another word, and Emilia was certain that she was humming a sweet melody to herself as she disappeared down the stairs. What's going on? Why is everyone acting so strange?! Feeling her eyes burn, Emilia turned to pout miserably at her mother's door, always sealed. No! I'm not leaving until I see her!

Desperately, Emilia tried to force the door open, but try as she might; her wooden foe beat her effortlessly. She settled for pounding at the door, but not hard enough to make any noise, as her cousins would no doubt appear to scold her. Mama, please! Open the door! It's me! Let me in! PLEASE!

Emilia suddenly heard a lock click, her breath hitching as a familiar shiver ran rampant throughout her body. Magic! Swallowing thickly as she wiped at her eyes, Emilia turned the handle, and much to her joy, the door swung open with a creak. Mama…? Are you in here?

Her mother's room was dark, nearly pitch-black, save for the few rays of the setting sun sneaking past her dark drapes. Emilia was quick to close the door behind her, a rebellious grin splitting her face in two. Auntie won't find out if I hurry! Using her hands to do what her eyes could not, Emilia began her search for her drapes, also noticing that all the furniture she came across was riddled with dust, as if no Elf had tended to this room in months. This is the right room, isn't it?

"Mama?" Emilia called, but there was no response. "Mama? Are you in here?"

Her heart beating in her throat, Emilia finally bumped into what felt like a large curtain, and without hesitation, she pulled it aside, revealing the sunset to her. Oh, it's beautiful! I'll show it to mama! Now that she had some light to help her, she quickly spotted her mother's bed on the other side of the room, but what really caught her eyes was the squalor. This room is filthy! There are dirty clothes everywhere, the fireplace has no wood in it, and look at all this dust!

Stomping her foot again, Emilia vowed to have a word with her Elves. Yes, they were her Elves, even she understood that much, so how could they continue to ignore her and her mother's estate? This was unacceptable! They listen to Auntie, but mama told me that papa left everything in our name, not Auntie's nor the others. Just for mama and me, that's what she said.

"Mama? Are you here?" Emilia asked, her voice stronger than before.

A pained groan answered her this time, making her blood freeze in her veins. "… Emi…? Emi, is that you…?"

The groans were coming from her mother's bed, from behind the drawn curtains. Mustering up courage with each tiny step, Emilia found herself lingering by the side of the bed, her fingers inches away from the curtains.

"Emi…?" the voice called out again, hoarse and full of pain.

"Mama…?" Emilia whimpered, moving the curtains aside.

She nearly screamed at what she saw; the woman lying within her mother's bed was bloated, covered with pus-filled boils, had lumpy growths all over her face, and her thin, raven hair was all but gone, lying beside her amidst the rest of her filth. Gods! Who is this woman?! Who did this to her?!

With the curtains, and the Enchantments on them, no longer in the way, a putrid stench quickly filled the room. Emilia would have gagged, but she was entirely frozen by fear, her dark eyes locked with a pair that very much resembled her own. Mama…?

"Emi… It is you…" the woman croaked, her breath wheezing. "… Come to me, Emi… Be a good girl, now… Please, don't run away again…" Run away?

Her mother, Teresa, who was once beautiful and young, with lush hair and a perfect smile, was now a nightmare that her own daughter would never forget. And yet, even now, with Teresa's hollow eyes locked onto hers, Emilia wanted nothing more than to be with her only friend in the world.

"Mama…?" Emilia managed, shifting closer to the bed. "What's… happened to you…?"

"Come here, don't vanish again…" Teresa kept groaning, her scabby hand struggling to reach out. "Come closer…"

Emilia took one last step forward, but that was enough for Teresa to suddenly spring to life and grab onto Emilia's wrist. Emilia began to scream, but her mother's grip was so tight that it brought her to her knees.

"It is you!" Teresa raved, tightening her hold further and ignoring Emilia's cries. "It's really you! You're here! I'm not crazy!"

"Mama! You're hurting me!" Emilia screamed, trying to rip her arm away but failing. "Mama, stop it!"

"Listen to me, Emi!" her mother yanked her up, dragging her face-first into the side of the bed.

"Mama-!"

"Your Aunt! She's poisoning me! She's killing me, Emi!" her mad mother wailed, her uncut nails drawing blood. "Find Godrey! Find him! He won't answer my summons! It's this room! This prison! He's being kept out! Get Godrey, Emi, he will protect us-!"

"Godrey's gone, mama! Auntie sent him away after you got sick!" Emilia cried; she had never felt so terrified in all her life. "I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me! I won't come into your room ever again, please-!"

"I would never hurt you!" her mother screamed, half-mad and half-pleading. "Emi, please, they're going to kill us both! Your Aunt… I let her into our home because she was from your father's side of the Family, the foul Travers Bloodline! But she's betrayed me! She wants what's yours, Emi! Please, listen to me! It's greed! Her greed! She'll swallow us up! Your father… He too was murdered by his own over our fortune. And now… they've killed me too, Emi…"

Emilia's bloodshot eyes widened, and she finally met her crazed mother's eyes again. There was so much hatred behind them that Emilia froze once again, and yet, Teresa was also weeping, and Emilia had never seen something so tragic in all her life. Papa was murdered…?

"Mama…?" Emilia sniffled, her bloody wrist and bruising face both throbbing painfully. "Why don't I have a papa…? Like the… other girls…?"

"Your father and I… worked so hard… for you… To give you… a happy life… But they took it from us…" her mother managed, her deformed body twitching as her eyes began to darken. "Purge them for what they've done, Emi… Purge their… greed… Take back what's… yours…"

The moment Teresa's grip weakened, Emilia shot across the floor on her hands and knees, huddling up in the closest corner before looking back towards her unmoving mother. Teresa's empty eyes were staring right at her, as if they had followed her in their final moments. Emilia let out painful sob, tucking her wrist into her stomach. It hurts! It hurts so much! This is a nightmare!

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Emilia ran through the woods, the branches cutting at her cheeks and exposed arms. She had to run away, she had to call Godrey! He would come save her, he was always kind to her and loyal to her mother! He would get her away from her Aunt! They won't even notice I'm gone, not until I miss a few meals. I have to keep running!

Just as she crossed the threshold of her Family's grounds, Emilia shot one final, terrified look back. Her mother's dying words rang through her head constantly, and even when she closed her eyes; she could see her mother's empty eyes staring back at her. They'll kill me because of what's mine… Because they're greedy… They killed mama and papa because they're greedy. They'll kill me too, unless I kill them, first!

"Godrey! Help me!"

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Emilia skipped up the steps with a happy smile on her face, her mama was finally feeling well enough to speak with her again.

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Severus Snape's POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (Snape's Private Lab – Late)

"Would Phoenix tear help in this concoction of yours, Severus?" Albus asked, hovering over his shoulder in order to peer into the simmering Wiggenweld Potion. Gods, give me strength, but I've never wanted to strike an old man so desperately before. Why won't he just leave? It's nearly midnight!

"Remember what I mentioned about the leaf, Albus?" Severus asked shortly, not bothering to even look at the old codger. "About what I found coursing through it?"

"Basilisk Venom," Albus laughed merrily, only adding to Snape's problems by not helping. "What a most bizarre discovery, my boy! To think that the legendary silver leaves of the Sacred Tree would in fact hold traces of Basilisk Venom is baffling enough, but you also believe that the venom is in truth responsible for their healing properties?! Bizarre, and truly wonderous!"

"Wonderous?" Snape asked. "It. Makes. No. Sense. How did Basilisk Venom even become a vital part of their makeup in the first place? What part of this is wonderous to you?! It raises a million questions!"

"One of the deadliest venoms known to Wizarding Kind, and yet, we now discover that it can also bring life," Albus hummed. "I find that to be most endearing, don't you?"

"At least, now, we know why there's little to no information about this tree," Snape decided to ignore Albus' ramblings. "If people discover this, many a fool would attempt to breed their own Basilisk for its venom. Not to mention how this looks for Ilvermorny itself. These Headmasters have gone through a lot of trouble to hide whatever is within that mountain, Albus." I wonder if they too have a Basilisk lurking beneath their feet.

"Are you not curious yourself, now?" Albus smiled knowingly. "So, Fawkes' tears would only act to destroy the venom, not recognizing its ability to heal?" It's simply a risk I don't plan to take, the leaf I've been handed to use is so small as it is. I can't afford to waste any of it.

"Despite their rarity, they are just humble ingredients, Albus," Snape said, waving his hand and sending the cauldron floating to his table. "Now, make yourself useful for a change and grind up the leaf, I want it in a powdered state."

"Yes, Professor," Albus laughed, and Snape rolled his eye. Now, I simply have to wait for the Wiggenweld Potion to cool down, and then bottle myself a vial.

Albus and Fawkes hummed to each other as the old man went about his task, while Snape took a much-needed break. His leg was hurting again, and he was too tired to summon up the will to utilize Occlumency. I can't distract myself, anyway. I have work to do. Perhaps, getting rid of this leg will… No… No, I won't let him take any more from me. He's taken my last pound of flesh, and now it's my turn to carve-…

"Severus?" Albus called, walking over with a bowl of sparkling silver powder.

Snape could still see specks of the black, congealed Basilisk Venom within the powder, and he theorized that the Sacred Tree's sap itself would have trace amounts of Basilisk Venom in it as well. But with Magic, you never know… I need to get a look at that tree, maybe I could discover more by studied what lies within it?

"Put it down over here," Snape gestured to his side, drawing a vial from the nearest rack. "I'm going to pour the Wiggenweld Potion into this vial, and I need you to transfer the powdered leaf into the vial right after."

Albus gave a nod, and Snape quickly got to work, waving his wand over the cauldron and drawing up a perfect amount of the bright green mixture. It glimmered in its perfectly finished state, before Snape promptly guided it into the vial. Albus repeated after Snape, sending forth the sparkling powder in a snake-like form towards the vial, where it mixed itself well with the Wiggenweld Potion. Snape then corked the vial and held it near a candle for them both to inspect. Perfection.

"Remarkable, Severus…" Albus said in awe, while Snape simply smirked to himself.

The brilliant green of the Wiggenweld Potion glimmered even more so with the sparkling silver powder mixed into it, giving it a rather mouth-watering texture. It's time we paid Miss. Davis a visit, I believe. The most important thing is getting the powder into her system, the potion will mostly work as the delivery method, but its own properties are extremely potent. I used my very best ingredients, after all.

"Shall we, Severus?" Albus asked, smiling widely. "Or, should we fetch Ronald, first?"

"No, he doesn't need to see her like that," Snape said, ignoring the fact that Albus' smile grew tenfold. "He can see her if this works, or, if it doesn't. Personally, I'm not sold on this just yet-"

"Must you always be so cynical, Severus?" Albus chuckled, gesturing the Potions Master to follow him to the centre of the room. "Fawkes, to me! We are going to save Tracey Davis, and we need your help."

The Phoenix let out a shrill call and flashed over onto Albus' shoulder, giving Snape a nod once he finally caught up. Don't nod your head at me. "Albus, can we go? My leg hurts…"

"Of course," Albus offered Snape his arm, and the moment he took it, all three of them burst into flames.

Once the flash had died down, Snape realized that Fawkes had brought them directly to Davis' room. Fawkes has been inside this room before? Whatever. Snape limped towards the curtained bed, the vial secure in his prosthetic hand, while Albus sauntered after with a certain cheerfulness which grated Snape's last nerve.

He shoved the curtains aside and stopped by Davis' head, inspecting her gaunt features and clicking his tongue in disapproval. "She looks much worse than the last time I saw her, which isn't going to bode well for her if she does wake up. She'll need plenty of therapy, and that scar won't be going away either." It covers a large enough portion of her neck; I doubt it'll do her confidence any favours.

"But she will live, Severus," Albus said, his wide smile becoming softer. "Where there is life, there is hope for love and laughter to grow. Now, would you kindly bring Miss. Davis back to us? Her friends have missed her terribly."

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 20th March, 1994 (The Burrow – Late)

They were all gathered in the living room, all of them squeezing into different spots but still warmed by the same fire. Ron had found himself a quiet corner to hone his Chess stratagems, and so far, he had only lost to his mentor, a fact that Mary wouldn't stop teasing him about. However, all in all; he felt quite confident in his abilities, especially with Lysander tucked away safely within his arms. My little lucky charm!

"What's our next move, then, Lysander?" Ron asked, smiling down at the gawking baby.

Lysander wiggled his arms about and made incoherent noises, while Sirius gave Ron a dull look. "Do you have to consult the baby before every move, pup?"

"You're losing to this baby, Sirius," Ron smirked, planting a light kiss on Lysander's head.

"Fuc… Sod off, you're the one making the moves," Sirius barely held his tongue in time.

"Mum is right over there, please, cuss at me," Ron's smirk turned even more smug.

"Just make the next move already," Sirius growled, glaring murder at the board. "Damn this dull game… Can't we at least drink while we play?"

"Won't change anything, Lysander is still kicking your prick in," Ron looked back to his treasure. "Aren't you, you little Chess Master you-?"

The fireplace suddenly roared to life, silencing the denizens of the Burrow. With another roar, they revealed a very familiar mercenary, and Ron felt a cold sweat in his armpits when Artyom's eyes landed on him. The man's expression was unreadable, but as that was always the case; Ron decided to err on the side of caution and assume that Artyom was pissed off.

"Don't forget how much I love you," Ron quickly whispered to Lysander as Artyom marched over, ignoring everyone but Ron. "Artyom, before you tear my limbs off and eat my face-"

Artyom leaned down and whispered a message into his ear, stopping him. "She is awake. Come." She? Emilia?! She's up already?! Ron all but flew out of his seat, failing to notice the change in Sirius' expression during his haste.

Artyom began heading for the fireplace, and Ron wasted no time in handing Lysander off to Pandora, who took his gloved hand in hers before he could run off. "Ron? Where are you going at this time of night? What's happened?"

"Nothing's happened," Ron lied, not even putting any effort into it. "I'll be back late, don't worry about waiting up on me."

"Ron, it's the middle of the night," Lord Greengrass tried, while the rest just stared at Artyom, who was lingering by the fireplace. "Do you need me to come with you?"

"No, no need for that," Ron said, looking towards Daphne. "I'll see you tomorrow? Before I take the Portkey?"

"Oh, definitely, Ron, tomorrow," Daphne replied, her lips twitching upwards as she gave him a wave. If it's anything like today, I can't wait. Feels good to just talk to her again, and not be at each other's throats.

"Ron, where are you going, exactly?" Sirius asked, which was strange as Sirius wasn't usually the nosey sort. First, he breaks into my room while I'm asleep, and now this? Third time's a pattern, so let's hope he knocks it off.

"I have business," Ron replied, shrugging. Yeah, I will never bother explaining myself again. Get on board or get off, your choice. "Artyom, lead the way."

"Just be careful, Ron," Arthur advised. "And try to come home, tonight!"

"I will, dad, promise," Ron all but leapt through the fire, unable to contain himself any longer. I'm coming, Ronin! There's so much I want to tell you!

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Author's Notes: Oof, I'm tired, long ass day! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and sorry for ending it there, but I have a handful of characters to introduce and showing them at the bottom of a chapter isn't really fun for me, so... Enjoy the wait?

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