I just realized that Ron was not around for the Norbert escape, nor was he around for the Forbidden Forest. It has been a long time since I read the books, so the movie really messed up my mind.

Since Ron won't be in the forest with the others, a lot of this chapter will be completely made up out of my imagination. Gotta give Ron something to do while the others were risking their lives in the woods.

Also, question for you readers: should I make this one massive story, or should I make it a series and have seven fics? Let me know what you would like :)

Chapter 15: Brotherly Advice

The next morning, I woke up to my hand being back to normal, minus the wounds. Madam Pomfrey pit a couple drops of Dittany on them and they healed right up and disappeared, as if nothing had happened. She then sent me on my way.

After I went back to the tower and showered, I walked down by myself to breakfast. As I rounded the corner to the Great Hall. I passed by the set of hourglasses that held the houses points. Usually I didn't pay any mind to it, but this morning, things looked desperately off. Gryffindors hourglass, which was usually filled with rubies reaching almost to the top, was now almost half empty. Slytherin was actually ahead of us.

'Where the bloody hell did all our points go? That thing was way past Slytherin only yesterday morning.' I thought to myself.

Then, realization hit me: something must have happened last night.

Shit.

I rushed into the Great Hall, when I saw Hermione sitting to herself, munching on toast. She looked dreadful.

I sat down beside her and poked her arm. "What happened.?"

Hermione looked at me, sighed, and then turned back to her food.

"That bad?"

"Worse." said Harry, sitting down beside me.

"Must be. Hermione looks like she got a B." I said.

"Not in the mood for your jokes, Ronald."

"We got caught." said Harry, probably hoping to prevent an argument.

"Got caught? What happened with Norbert? And Hagrid? Is he still here?" I started to panic."

"Calm down, you're loud." said Harry. "And no, we didn't get caught with Norbert, we got caught afterwards. Me, Hermione, Neville, and fucking Malfoy, the bloody snitch."

"Harry, don't curse." said Hermione.

"I don't care about that right now, Hermione. He's a bloody foul git and I hate him. He tried to rat us out and got caught. Neville tries to warn us, but we all ended up caught. We all have a detention, and on top of that, McGonagall took fifty points each from us."

"Bloody hell! That's 150 points!" I exclaimed. I felt so bloody guilty. Malfoy would have never known about the meeting if I hadn't let him waltz his ass out of the hospital wing with my book. It made me wish I would have gotten detention too.

"Right. And all of Gryffindor are pissed at us right now." said Harry, resting his head on his fist.

"They'll all forget this in a few weeks." I said, trying to cheer them up. "Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time they've been here, and people still like them."

"They've never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go though, have they?" said Harry miserably.

"Well...no. I don't think so." I said, sadly.

"From now on, I'm just gonna mind my own bloody business." said Harry as he pushed around his food with his fork. Hermione and I gave each other a "yeah right" look.

A couple weeks had passed, and exams were coming up quickly. With that, it seemed that people concentrated more on that than on the lost points.

While Harry had a practice day, Hermione and I were studying Astronomy in the library. I was quite good with Astronomy. Bill used to take me up on the roof sometimes and point out constellations and we would sometimes sneak off with Percy's high powered telescope and look at the moon in detail. However, this was a lot different than what Bill and I did, so I actually appreciated Hermione nagging me about this.

"How many moons does Mars have, and can you name them?" asked Hermione.

Easy money.

"Deimos and Phobos. Only two." I said with confidence.

"Good." she said as she snuck me a piece of a chocolate frog.

We had a reward system going on.

"Okay, what about Pluto?"

"Five. Charon, Styx, Nix, Kerberos, and Hydra." I said.

She broke off another piece. "You're doing great, Ron."

"Give me something harder." I said.

Hermione smirked. "Are you sure?"

"Go on, ask me anything." I said, smiling.

"Alright. How many moons does Jupiter have?" she said.

"That's easy! 67!"

"Can you name them all?"

"Hell no."

Hermione laughed. "Thought you wanted something hard." she said.

"Cheeky, aren't we? Well, since you're so smart, why don't you name them?" I told her.

"There's Europa, Dia, Chaldene, Io, Isonoe, Himalia, Euro-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." I interrupted her before I was subjected to her naming them all.

Hermione laughed. "Don't underestimate me."

"I never do."

"Next question: How many groups of rings does Saturn have?"

"Four."

"And what are they made of?"

"Dust, rock, ice, and matter."

"I think you're ready." she said, giving me the rest of the frog.

"Mmmmmm." I said, savoring the frog. "Nothing like chocolate to motivate me to study. Why don't you use chocolate on me all the time?"

"Because I shouldn't have to bribe you to get a good grade." scolded Hermione.

"When you become a professor, you should have your kids answer questions for candy. I guarantee you that your class will be on top." I said, smiling a chocolatey smile.

"Eww, gross!" she said, pushing my face away.

Harry came around the corner and say at the table. He looked out of breath. He sat and explained what he had overheard Quirrel saying. It sounded like he had finally been punked.

"Snape's done it, then!" I said. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell-"

"There's still Fluffy, though," said Hermione.

"Maybe Snape's found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid." i suggested. "I bet there's a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant three-headed dog. So what do we do, Harry?"

Hermione spoke up before Harry could say anything. "Go to Dumbledore. That's what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves we'll be thrown out for sure."

"But we've got no proof!" said Harry. "Quirrell's too scared to back us up. Snape's only got to say he doesn't know how the troll got in at Halloween and that he was nowhere near the third floor. Who do you think they'll believe, him or us? It's not exactly a secret we hate him, Dumbledore'll think we made it up to get him sacked. Filch wouldn't help us if his life depended on it, he's too friendly with Snape, and the more students get thrown out, the better, he'll think. And don't forget, we're not supposed to know about the Stone or Fluffy. That'll take a lot of explaining."

Hermione looked convinced, but I was not. I felt this needed to be investigated.

"If we just do a bit of poking around-"

"No." said Harry , interrupting me. "We've done enough poking around."

Hermione and I shared a look of concern. It seemed like Harry was holding a lot of pressure on himself.

The next morning, Harry, Hermione, and Neville got notes from McGonagall:

Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight.

Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.

Professor McGonagall

"I totally forgot about these damn things." groaned Harry.

"I didn't. After all, we do deserve them." said Hermione.

Harry looked at her as if she had slapped him in the face. "What? Why the bloody hell do we deserve a night with Filch?!"

Hermione calmly ate her cereal. "Because we still broke rules. We were out past curfew, and we aren't supposed to do that. Yes, it was for a noble cause, but still, it was against the rules."

"Only you will accept a detention." I said to Hermione, who shrugged and took a swig of her pumpkin juice.

At eleven that night, they left for detention. I told them I would stay up and wait for them since it was the weekend. I play a round of chess by myself, had a quick game of Exploding Snap with Dean and Seamus before they went to bed, and then I remembered I had a letter from Bill that I had not read yet. I opened my bag and pulled it out.

Hey Ronnie,

I'm glad to hear from you, but I gotta say, what you guys have been doing has got me wondering if I should say something to Mum and Dad about it. Messing with that dragon was dangerous Ron. And it's a good thing you went to the hospital wing. You could have bloody well died, Ron. I won't tell Mum, but I will tell Charlie that what he suggested was bloody irresponsible. Next time, go to a teacher. Or Dumbledore.

I'm glad to hear that you're doing good in your classes. That Hermione girl you talk about must really be a good influence on you. Seems like you two are becoming really good friends. Keep up the good work.

So you and Malfoy still, eh? Yeah. You two will probably never get along. Dad and his dad positively loathe each other, you know. From what Dad has told me, the Weasley's have never been able to get along with the Malfoy's. One main reason is probably because they are a family or dark wizards, who consider us to be blood traitors. I don't want you to focus on that though. And I'm not going to encourage you to burn your bridges with the little git. You're not going to get along with everybody. Just try not to get into anymore fights, okay? And if you very well have no choice but to, continue winning. Just don't go looking for trouble.

I know you have expressed concern for Harry in the past. I can't help but feel sorry for the guy. I hope you understand that he more than likely really values your friendship. You are his first friend from what you tell me. And he has had a lot of loss in his life. It's hard when everybody knows about you losing your parents. It's hard that you are in history books because of that loss. He may his dismissive moments, but brush them off if he takes them out on you. He doesn't mean to, he's just hurting. You and Hermione just continue to be that support system of his. Maybe Mum may let him come visit during the summer. I'm sure he would love that.

Well, duty calls. Hope this letter finds you well. Please try to stay out of trouble for the remainder of term and do well on your exams. May be a reward for ya. Then again, maybe not.

Love,

Bill

P.S: Give the boys my love.

I folded the letter and sat back in my seat. I wished that Bill was at school with me. I bet all the things we had been going through, he would have been able to help us with, as we had no idea what we were doing.

I laid back and shut my eyes, resting them for a few seconds. I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew, I was in the pitch, keeping the goals. When we would play at home, I was always the keeper.

I was on a professional field, a bright orange C on my shirt. I watched the players flying left and right, one had tried to make a goal, but I had quickly hit the quaffle out of the way. Everyone was chanting my name.

Suddenly, my broom was throwing me about this way and that. I was about to fall off when suddenly-

"Ron! Ron!" said Harry, shaking me awake.

Dream spoiler.

I rubbed my eyes and listened as Harry told me everything. How they had to go into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, how Malfoy was a scared little bitch, how he saw a hooded figure drinking the blood of a slain unicorn ( which made me shutter), meeting Bane, Firenze, and Ronan, and how the centaur had figured that He Who Must Not Be Named was apparently in the woods.

He said all this while pacing back and forth, not being able to stay still.

"Snape wants the stone for Voldemort. And Voldemort's waiting in the forest, and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich..."

"Stop saying the name!" I whispered furiously. The bloody mention of his name used to give me nightmares.

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't listening to me.

"Firenze saved me, but he shouldn't have done so. Bane was furious, he was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen... They must show that Voldemort's coming back. Bane thinks Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me. I suppose that's written in the stars as well." he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

"Will you stop saying the name?!" I hissed louder.

"So all I've got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone," Harry went on completely tuning me out. "Then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off. Well, I suppose Bane'll be happy."

"Dammit you don't bloody listen!" I yelled.

"Oh...sorry, Ron."

I looked over at Hermione, who had been quiet the whole time. Her face was showing nothing but fear and worry.

"Harry, everyone says Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of. With Dumbledore around, You-Know-Who won't touch you. Anyway, who says the centaurs are right? It sounds like fortune-telling to me, and Professor McGonagall says that's a very imprecise branch of magic."

We continued talking about what had happened and other things through the night. By the time they drug themselves to their respectable dorms, the sky had lightened and we were completely exhausted.