Okay, so I didn't think it was gonna work as a series, so this is just gonna be one big fic. I'll put a sort of table of contents at the beginning. Sorry for the ones that had started the second book when I posted it, but here it is. I'll just add the chapters to here.

Sorry for the confusion.

Welcome to The King's Chronicles Book 2: Chamber Of Secrets!

I will say this now: COS was not my favorite book. It seemed kinda mean to me. The movie was even more meh. However, overall it was good, but in my own rereading of the series, I usually skip it.

Since this is in Ron's POV, I get to play around with his summer and other things, so this may get me actually liking the book, we shall see.

Let's get this show on the road :)

Chapter 20: Summer Letter

Book 2: Summer 1992

The sun was harshly shining down on the front yard of The Burrow. While my brothers, Fred and George, and their friends, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson splashed around in our pond, I laid comfortably in the grass with in my swim trunks, letting the sun's rays heat my body, despite knowing also that I would more than likely have wicked sunburn.

I was staring at a blank piece of paper while chewing on the end of my quill, trying to figure out what to write to Hermione. I had written Harry a few days prior, telling him about Charlie coming to visit and asking him to see if the muggles would let him spend the summer with us. I would have thought that they would, seeing as they didn't like him.

It felt weird, writing a girl that wasn't a family member. I had only written Ginny a couple times during school, but she was my sister, so I knew exactly what to say to her.

I had almost made my mind up to not write her at all, however, I had said I would, and us Weasley men were always taught to do as we said we would do.

Besides, I knew she didn't have an owl, so she wouldn't have been able to write me first anyways.

Dear Hermione,

I can't believe you are making me write during the summer holiday. I had vowed as soon as I finished my last exam that I wouldn't pick up a quill until the start of term. But I guess since I made an exception for Harry, I should do you the same kindness. You better not critique this like you do all my other work.

What to say, what to say...hmmmm. Well, things at The Burrow are fine. Fred and George have their friends over this week. Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson. They have been driving Mum and Percy mental with all their noises and pranks. I'm sure she would send them off if she didn't like them so much.

Ginny has been driving me mental about Harry since the day we left the bloody station. She's always asking questions about him, like I'm a textbook on all things that are Harry Potter. One day it got so bad, I almost taped her mouth shut. Mum caught me though.

Bill is supposed to be coming by later today (well, the day I'm writing this. I'm not sure where you live, so I'm not sure when you will get this. I can't wait to see him and tell him about what happened. We haven't told Mum yet. She would lose her mind and probably keep me out of school if she knew what really happened.

Well, I don't know what else to talk about. How is your summer going? Did you ask if your parents would let you come for awhile? There is a lot to do here, I promise you won't be bored. And if Harry gets to come too, then it will be even better.

Let me know.

Ron

I let the ink dry for a minute and was just about to stick it in an envelope, when Fred came out of nowhere and snatched the letter out of my hand.

"Hey!" I shouted, jumping up off the ground. "Give that back!"

"Who ya writing to, Ron?" he asked, quickly scanning the letter as George held onto me.

"Get off! Let me go, you slimy-"

"Is this a love letter? Has Ickle Ronniekins gotten himself a little girlfriend?" laughed Fred as he waved the letter over my head.

"Sod off, tosser, she is not my girlfriend!" I yelled, managing to elbow George in the stomach and breaking free.

I charged into Fred and knocked him to the ground. He let go of the letter and started wrestling with me as George and Lee yelled "FIGHT! FIGHT!" in the background.

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled off of Fred. "Come on, brave lion, up you get." said a familiar voice.

Even though I was happy as hell to see Bill's face after he helped me to my feet, I was still pissed. I picked up the letter and glared at Fred, who glared at me back.

"Really boys?" laughed Bill. "Fighting over a letter?"

"Can't help that Ron got all mad because he got caught writing his little girlfriend." said Fred, dusting off his trunks.

"SHE'S NOT MY BLOODY GIRLFRIEND!" I yelled.

Bill laughed again. "Don't get mad, Ronnie. They're just mad that they don't have girlfriends and that their baby brother beat them to the punch."

I couldn't believe he said that.

"Did I not just say that she isn't my girlfriend?!"

"Oi William, that's not nice!" said Fred.

"We pull more bints than you do, old man." joked George.

"You wish." said Bill. "Still, leave Ronnie to his friends. Don't see how you're over here anyways with lovelies over there splashing in our lake."

"Too young for your eyes, Bill." said Fred, suddenly turning red.

"They won't be in three years." laughed Bill.

Fred, George, and Lee quickly ran off. I wiped the dirt off my trunks, still mad.

"They're just taking the mickey." said Bill, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Just ignore them."

"Kind of hard to when they're everywhere. When did you get here?"

"Just a few seconds before you two started fighting." he said, giving a whistle for Errol to come over.

"So, is this to that Hermione girl?" asked Bill, giving me a sly look.

"Don't start." I warned.

"I'm not. Just asking." said Bill, putting up his hands in a fake surrender. "Have you heard from Harry? How's he holding up? I was looking forward to meeting him."

"I wrote him a few days ago, but haven't gotten anything yet. It couldn't be distance, because Errol came back a few hours later with nothing. So he must not be too far."

"He's alright. Probably relaxing or something."

"I wouldn't know about that. His house sounds like hell. They lock him in a bloody cupboard under their staircase!" I explained.

Bill looked disturbed. "That's fucking child abuse. Positively heartless!"

"Exactly. I'm really hoping he could come and stay the summer. He doesn't need to be there." I said gloomily.

"Well, hopefully he can." said Bill giving me a side hug as Errol swooped down and perched on his shoulder.

"Do you think you can find Hermione Granger?" I asked the old owl. He gave me a hoot and nipped gently at my finger as I stuck the envelope in his mouth. He them took off into the sky, but not before crashing into a tree.

That night, before I got into bed, there was a peck at my window. I went and opened it, and Errol came falling in.

"Mental you are." I said as I took the letter from his beak and tossed him out the window, where he flew to catch his food.

It was from Hermione. I could tell by the perfect handwriting of my name. When I opened the envelope, I found a letter for me, and another envelope addressed to Harry, which was weird.

Dear Ron,

I'm glad you wrote me. I didn't think about how I would write either one of you until I got home and realized that I didn't have an owl. , I'm glad you did indeed write me, although, I don't feel the need to treat writing me like it's a chore. If you don't want to write me, then don't. I'll just see you on the train.

Summer has been positively boring. My parents are always at work, which means that I'm always at the neighbor's house until one of them gets home. They don't want to leave me at home by myself until I'm 13. It's just so stupid. I know 10 year olds that get to stay home by themselves, why can't I? My neighbor is boring and her house smells like cats even though she doesn't have any.

My parents say that I can't come. One reason is that they don't know you nor your family. Another is because we are supposed to be going to Spain to see the sights. I'm actually looking forward to it. They have such a beautiful culture there, I can't wait to learn everything about it.

Don't be mean to your sister, Ronald. She's just curious like the rest of the wizarding world. Is she starting Hogwarts this year? What is she like?

I haven't heard from Harry, which is strange, because he does have Hedwig. I have enclosed a letter for him for you to pass along if you don't mind.

Write me back. That is, if your hand can bare it.

Hermione.

I grinned. Even in letters she wanted to start an argument. I pulled out some paper and answered her back.

Dear Hermione,

I never said writing you is like a chore. You said that on your own.

Yeah, your summer does indeed sound boring. And maybe your neighbor has cats that you don't know about. Have you tried talking to your parents about staying hope by yourself? You could always say that since you are turning 13 in two months, you should be allowed to. I know how you feel though. Mum won't even leave the twins alone, and they're 14. But, that's probably for the best. They would more than likely blow the place up or something.

I get it about your parents not wanting you to come here because they don't know us. I wouldn't want to send my daughter to a stranger's house either. And I hope you actually HAVE FUN during your visit and not study everything the whole bloody time. DO SOMETHING!

My sister's alright. For a girl, that is. I feel like she is all of us rolled up into one. She's funny like me, smart like Percy, mischievous like the twins, loves animals like Charlie, and brave like Bill. She's also very cheeky. She says exactly what's on her mind. I think you would really like her.

I haven't heard from Harry either. I'll send your letter along. I had forgotten all about him having Hedwig, so now I'm starting to think something may be up.

Anyways, write me back. And if you hear from Harry before I so, let me know.

Ron

I wanted to send both letters, as Errol had made his way back, but I didn't want to wear him out with two trips.

So, I had to do some begging.

I went down to Percy's room and knocked on the door. He opened it and instead of his usual face of attitude, he looked quite cheerful.

"Hey Ron, did you need something?" he asked pleasantly. That was weird.

"Ummm, I was wondering if you would let me use Hermes send this letter to Harry? Hermione sent it to me because she had no way to send it. It'll be quick. I don't think he lives very far." I said.

I expected him to give me some pompous answer of no, but instead, he gave me a cheerful yes, told me that when Hermes got back from hunting that he would send it along.

I thanked him and went back to my room. I gave the my letter for Hermione to Errol and he flew off.

I laid back in my bed. It was late, so I probably wouldn't get an answer back from neither of them until the morning, so I went to sleep.