Moon Blessed

The day Harry was pushed too far (ie: when he almost drowned in the ocean due to Dudley):

Ron Weasley was not particularly the best when it came to reading people. Especially their emotions. He knew this fact. But Ron would also like to tell that there was an exception to this fact. Like when the people involved were his family. When that happened, there was simply this feeling in his gut that alerted Ron that something was wrong.

And that feeling was exactly why he had woken up in the middle of the night that day from a particularly bad dream. It left his memory the more he tried to hold on to it but Ron didn't mind it much. He remembered whatever it had been, that dream had not been rather pleasant. It was not a nightmare, honestly, but it was not a good dream either. And worse off, it left Ron strangely worried about his best mate, Harry.

He slipped out of bed, trying to shake off the sense of foreboding in his bones. Walking to the window of the hotel room he was currently in, the red-haired boy threw it open, hoping some fresh air would calm his nerves. The full moon shone down on him from the dark night sky and Ron shivered slightly as its cold light washed over him.

Harry was probably fine. He was likely just panicking for no reason. Ron remembered his mum telling him once that sometimes when people were really stressed or worried, their dreams and feelings often reflected their distress. That must be what he was going through. With the whole situation of Ginny's depression right now, Ron had never felt good in a while. Yes, he was enjoying the family vacation but knowing his sister was still struggling with her trauma at the back of his mind made enjoying the vacation fully a rather difficult task. Ron really wanted to help but he was not sure how. He had started a habit of simply being near Ginny. Be it to just sit quietly at her side randomly or hold her hand silently as they explored the magical pyramids in Egypt. He felt silly honestly and not to mention awkward – but Ginny never rejected his presence so Ron supposed his sister was finding some comfort in his efforts. Still, he knew Ginny was not recovering. She was a far cry from the outgoing, boisterous girl she once was and Ron worried over that.

So, his foreboding gut feeling was simply all that stress in him trying to find an outlet.

It must be.

Ron bit his lip. But the last time he had such a sense of unease, Ron remembered he had to rescue Harry from his relatives with the twins' help.

Ron sent a glance to other side of the room. He could vaguely see the form of the twins sleeping peacefully on the second bed that was available in the room.

He sighed, looking back towards the full moon.

He would give the matter a few more days. He had not received a reply from Harry for his first letter after all – and Ron was not worried about how long it was taking this time round. He was well aware he was very far from London right now. It would probably take a day or two longer for the owl to reach Harry. And when it did, he had to consider a few more days for Harry to reply to it discreetly without his relatives knowing.

Ron took in a calming breath.

Yes. He would wait. If he did not receive a reply within the week, however, he was going to talk to the twins for advice. They took him seriously despite being pranksters. They understood because they had seen the bars on Harry's room too. Ron and the twins never brought up the subject ever since the rescue that summer but he knew that just like him the twins too worried about that discovery at the back of their minds. Their mother had been no help when they tried to tell her and they knew from experience that their father was likely to take their mum's side often. It was an adult thing.

But just because they got no help didn't mean they could not help themselves.

And if in the end Ron had to find some way back to London to rescue his best mate, he would do it, no matter how much trouble he got into. He owed Harry, after all. Harry had saved his sister.

But more importantly, Harry was family too. He was Ron's best mate, the first person who understood Ron. The first person who saw more than a boy who could never live up to his brothers' potential in Ron. The first friend Ron truly had who had stood up for him when they had barely known each other.

That mattered a lot for Ron.

Idly Ron wondered if he should write Hermione just in case. She would also understand Ron's worry. He knew Hermione had a sharper sense for things concerning Harry than even him. It was something he knew the girl had developed over the two years of spending time with him and Harry, getting them out of trouble.

Ron smiled at the thought.

Yes, he would write to Hermione. Even if there was nothing wrong with Harry in the end, it would at least be nice to talk to Hermione too. She may be a girl – which honestly reduced Ron's topics of discussion available to talk with her – but she was Hermione. His best friend, like Harry. Talking to her was never a waste of time.

And Hermione would probably point out sensible things about this whole matter to alleviate his worries…

The first letter from Harry that summer:

Ron was relieved. Truly. He was so glad. Harry was alright. He had replied! There was no mistaking that untidy scrawl on the parchment before him.

Ron smiled softly as he felt something within his chest loosen. Honestly. He had enough to worry about with Ginny's unnatural reserved behaviour this summer without needing to wonder if his best mate needed rescuing too.

He had honestly panicked when Hermione's reply to him came back in a span of a two days when Harry had yet to reply in two weeks. It had been scary. It had not helped that Hermione too had confirmed that she was feeling rather uneasy thinking about what happened to Harry. She had apparently written to him on the first day of the summer holidays before even leaving for her own vacation with her parents and had yet to receive a reply.

"Well, she'll be relieved like me now," Ron thought. Harry must have replied to her by now too.

Ron let his eyes take in the parchment and his eyebrows raised themselves despite themselves. It was sure long. Had Ron not already known whose handwriting this was, he would have mistaken it for one of Hermione's essays instead.

Chuckling lightly at the thought, the thirteen-year-old settled himself comfortably into his bed and started reading. The more he read, the more puzzled he became.

The letter was undoubtedly by Harry but something was different. Ron read it again and something clicked in his mind.

Happy.

Harry was genuinely happy. Like the time Ron and the twins had rescued him and took him away from the Dursleys kind of happy. There was no way Harry could be this happy while he was stuck with those despicable relatives of his unless –

Ron's eyes widened.

No. No! Harry would not! Or maybe he would but –

He read the letter again. In no part of the whole thing did Harry even mention the Dursleys or whatever torture those pigs were putting him through. Harry was not really one to complain about it but the feeling of misery often just leaked despite his efforts into his letters often. It was subtle but if one looked for it – like Ron and Hermione often did due to knowing Harry did not like his muggle relatives – they would eventually spot it.

But nowhere on this letter was there any indication of such unhappiness. And Ron could only think of one reason for it.

Harry had run away.

The teen read over the letter. It would make sense.

Emotions rose within Ron, conflicted.

On one hand, he was happy for his friend. Harry deserved to be happy. And if it was through running away, well…then it was what it was.

On the other hand, Ron was worried. His family was not in England. Harry could run into all sorts of trouble by himself and Ron hoped that really did not happen. But then again, Harry did know how to take care of himself. From the looks of how happy and secure Harry seemed from the letter, it was likely he probably found a place to stay. It could be somewhere in the Leaky Cauldron or maybe Harry had finally used his money and bought a house.

Now that he thought about that, weren't Harry's ancestors rich? The Potter family was one of the Most Ancient and Noble houses, was it not? He must have plenty of properties to choose and live from.

An ugly sensation rose within Ron. It was quite unfair honestly, that Harry was so rich while Ron's family was so poor.

A memory of Harry dragging him though the dark Hogwarts hall to show him his parents in the Mirror of Erised surfaced in Ron's mind. Immediately Ron felt guilty.

That was wrong of him. While he could not help feel jealous of Harry's wealth, he should remember Harry was not the kind to flaunt it or make others feel inferior about it. He should really just get over the fact that his best mate was rich. And famous.

The memory of Harry's trust vault returned to Ron's mind.

The teen sighed. Doing the right thing and thinking of the right things were harder than what people told you, honestly.

Ron shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"Focus. Harry is alone. That's more important now," Ron reminded himself.

He let his attention fall back to the letter in front of him. Considering how happy Harry sounded, Ron supposed he was safe too. And since Harry never mentioned about him running away – though Ron was certain he did – he supposed he should not bring up the matter in the letters over the summer. He'll let his best mate pluck up the courage to tell him the truth himself. But if Harry still does not mention anything about his new freedom then, well then Ron was going to have to talk to him.

Because Ron knew that whatever reason Harry had likely run away was a big one. There was simply no other explanation as to why Harry would run away now instead of say first year when he had been introduced to the wizarding world and learnt about his vault – and likely his inheritance. Heck, the boy had never even bough fitting clothes for himself after being reintroduced to the wizarding world. Ron had never questioned it, knowing that it would be one of those matters Harry would imply keep silent about.

But now that he likely run away, would he be wearing better clothes?

Images of his scrawny friend in expensive clothes rose to his mind. Ron thought he should feel jealous again and he did feel a twinge of that unpleasant emotion but something about imagining Harry in dark emerald robes that brought out the light in his eyes made him happy. It was vivid contrast to the memory Ron had of the beaten down boy who packed his trunk with an air of walking to his funeral at the end of every school year.

Ironically, Harry had Hermione beat at feeling sad at going away from school the most.

Yes, Harry would likely be wearing better clothes and he should. He deserves it. Harry deserves to be happy.

Ron shook his head and focused back on the letter.

Whatever triggered Harry's escape from his horrible relatives had to be a serious reason. Ron was sure of it. And knowing Harry, it was probably dangerous too so Ron would not let Harry keep secrets on the matter. He was Harry's best mate! He had to know or else how was he going to look out for Harry properly?

At the back of his mind, Ron debated whether he should talk about the matter to Hermione. He wondered if she had figure out the fact that Harry was not with his relatives already. His likely guess was yes, she had. From the moment she read the letter, most likely. While Ron hated to admit it, Hermione did have better senses when it came to matters about people – especially about Harry. The girl had her own alarm system in his opinion when it came to figuring out if Harry was in trouble. Sometimes, Ron got this tight feeling in his chest thinking about that but he let it go because he really had no idea what it was about, honestly. He knew Hermione cared about Harry as much as he did.

There was that unpleasant, tight feeling in his chest again.

Ron shook himself out of it.

Honestly, feelings were weird. Sometimes he wondered why exactly people needed to have them.

"Focus Ron," he reprimanded himself internally.

So, he should get to Hermione on the matter. She was likely already working herself into a panic at the thought that Harry was alone. The most important thing was to prevent Hermione from doing something that could potentially get Harry mad – such as owling an adult like a Professor or something about Harry's escape. Or something equally worse, like owling Harry with a ten-foot-long reprimand about why he should not have run away. Ron grimaced at the thought. Neither sounded pleasant but Hermione might do that if she were really worried.

No. Ron had to stop that. It was important that Harry enjoy his summer for once – or well twice if you counted the last time Harry came over to the Burrow instead – in his life. He should probably owl Hermione and tell her in detail exactly how bad Harry was when Ron and the twins rescued him. She would probably understand then.

Yeah. That was the best plan, right?

Ron skimmed through the letter once more, letting the happy tone of his friend reach him, now that he had settled the most important matters in his mind. A smile blossomed on his lips. Harry really sounded happy. Ron hoped the feeling would last.

The time Harry met his godfather:

Ron stared at the letter in confusion.

Harry had adopted a dog? What?

Ron was starting to wonder what exactly his best friend was getting into these days. Ever since the arrival of the new letters – that was name Ron called all the letters ever since realising Harry ran away from the Dursleys – Ron was really starting to see a different side of his best friend. The boy was obviously running around getting to know the wizarding world. Despite knowing Ron already knew most of the stuff about the wizarding world, Harry had kept excitedly sending him letters each week about the new things he was learning and seeing. He was hiding many things too, Ron could tell but when he had asked once about the matter, Harry had said he rather not explain it over letters. Ron had accepted that but he seriously had no idea what could be that important that Harry simply could not tell it through a letter.

But it was fun to see his best mate ooh and aah over matters he found simple and natural about the wizarding world, however. It was funny too because Ron simply could not imagine Harry with a dumbfounded expression like he imagined him to have when first discovering these matters about the wizarding world.

However, right now, amusement was the farthest thing from Ron's mind. Puzzled was a better description.

Harry had adopted a dog.

He had gone and adopted a stray dog. (A stray dog that sounded suspiciously like a Grimm if the descriptions he was reading was right.)

And then named it Padfoot.

Ron was torn between feeling fearful for his friend – Seriously! It's a bloody Grimm – and feeling exasperated.

Perhaps he should warn Harry to be careful, just in case. The muggle-raised boy likely did not know about the beliefs around a grim. Still, if Harry was well enough to write a letter to him about this dog that he has supposedly adopted a few days ago, then perhaps Ron was simply overreacting.

But why in the world did Harry need a dog again?

Ron had nothing against dogs, honestly but he was simply puzzled by the fact that Harry gave no reason for his spontaneous adoption.

Ron shook his head and muttered under his breath. His best mate was weird sometimes.

The time Harry's letter did not go to Ron:

Ron paced his room, mind whirling with millions of thoughts as he chewed on the muffin he had snuck under his clothes during breakfast.

Harry had written to Ginny. And then his parent and Ginny are now fighting.

It made no sense.

But Ron knew that the letter Harry had sent Ginny was the reason for all this. He wondered though what exactly could be in it that Ginny would get so fiery suddenly with Mum and Dad.

Ron bit his lip. He knew Harry was not the kind to create problems. But whatever he had written was the reason why his family was so tense right now.

He settled down into his bed, pulling out a spare parchment and quill from his trunk.

He might as well ask Harry what was going on.

A part of his brain also supplied that he should remind Harry that it was rather rude of Harry to not send him a letter when they were best mates. Honestly! Best mates! Harry could have simply sent a note to say hi at the very least. It had been upsetting when Hedwig had flown away from him without giving a letter, though at least Hedwig did come back to nip his fingers lightly in affection. If the bloody owl could be nice, why couldn't Harry?

Ron squashed down his rising ire again when he remembered the utter annoyance he had felt at watching Ginny receive the letter from Harry instead of him.

Seriously, he was feeling too much emotion for one summer.

The day Harry gave Ron a book:

Ron stared at it in disgust.

He let his gaze fall back onto the letter he was holding to distract himself from it. At least the book was thin.

Harry's letter made him sort of angry. Harry had basically refused to tell him what was going on with him, Ginny and his parents, claiming it was not his place to tell. He told Ron to ask Ginny directly instead.

Ron both understood it and did not understand it at the same time and the matter frustrated him. Honestly, he was literally Ginny's brother. Whatever involved her welfare involved him. He had a duty as the big brother.

Well, as one of the big brothers if anyone wanted to get technical.

But right now, something else caught his attention. Harry was hinting there was more about the whole situation that even what Ginny and his parents were aware about. It was subtle but the hint was there, just slightly obvious enough for even Ron to pick up on it. Harry had promised to tell him the matter on one condition.

Ron sighed. He knew his decision even without needing to think about it.

The freckle-faced teen sent a disgusted glance to the book on his right.

The Art of Occluding The Mind

Well at least Hermione will be going through this too. Harry had said he was going to make her learn Occlumency too.

His eyes glanced down at the last paragraph.

As for not sending you a letter, I'm sorry mate! It's just, what I discovered (which pertains to Ginny's situation so I have to remain vague again about that matter) was really important and urgent and I really, really needed to inform her quickly. I'm afraid in the rush to do that I forgot about writing you a letter mate.

I'll buy you a heap of chocolate frogs to make it up, alright? How about that? It can be what we could do during the first Hogsmeade trip in school this year.

Ron sighed again, the anger he was feeling draining as he imagined just how amused Harry was probably feeling as he wrote the apology. After the initial cool down, Ron truly regretted acting rather childishly.

Honestly, Harry forgot to send him a letter and he snaps. How disgusting. Perhaps he should tell Harry that he didn't need to buy him chocolate frogs for him being silly. But that would mean, Ron would have to admit to being silly. He huffed at his dilemma.

Ron eyed the Occlumency book he had received again. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought of reading a book that was clearly not in his syllabus or related to quidditch.

Ah well, he'll chalk the chocolate frogs to be Harry's way of appeasing him for the obvious trauma Ron has to endure at reading the book.

With another sigh, the redhead picked up the book and started to read, repressing another shudder.

Honestly, the things he did for his best friend.

The day Ron confronted his sister:

Ron was torn. On one hand, he wanted to comfort his very distressed sister. On the other however, he really wanted to continue his ongoing argument with his parents to get them to understand. In the end he chose the former. Fred and George were doing a splendid job at the arguing roles right now.

Ron wrapped his arms around Ginny, vaguely remembering having done that in his younger years when he had to occasionally look after Ginny when their mum was busy taming the twins' latest pranks and mischievousness. The gesture was extremely awkward, in his opinion. It had been quite some years since Ginny needed this form of caring (discounting casual brother-sister hugs that went around their household) and Ron was a healthy, young teenager, so he suddenly found the notion of comforting his sister – who was a girl – rather disconcerting, for some reason.

But the way Ginny's arms latched onto him proved that his hug was very much appreciated and in the wake of feeling his sister's mildly trembling body, all thoughts of awkwardness fled from Ron's mind.

When did Ginny become so fragile? So thin? Why had he not noticed it before? Guilt gripped Ron's heart.

"Do you want it, Ginny?" he asked gently.

He waited anxiously for her response. He was torn himself on the matter they had found out about. At the back of his mind, Ron understood where his parents' refusal was coming from. The truth of his family's financial status always made him bitter. He often thought it simply was not fair. And he was not going to lie either, he was still jealous of Harry's very obviously rich status. But –

Ron took a breath.

But Ron also knew Harry better than most. He still remembered Harry offering the gold in his vault to his family. He still remembered Harry staring at the Mirror of Erised with a hungry gleam, stating in a rather trance-like voice that he could see his parents. He still remembered how his friend had been imprisoned at his relatives' house and he had a niggling suspicion there might be more the story. He could not really understand why those muggles would be so mean to Harry, honestly. They were his family, after all. But having seen their treatment of Harry and having seen the way Harry rarely received presents from them and always wore his school robes to hide his tattered clothing – seriously, even Ron's hand-me-down robes were better than what his best mate had and that was saying something – Ron knew Harry was not the type to flaunt his wealth at them. No matter how jealous he was that his best friend had money, he could not ignore the truth that Harry would rather die than act like say Malfoy.

And more importantly, he knew Harry was not the kind to hurt anyone else. He saved Ginny despite barely knowing her, for Merlin's sake. In fact, he was rather sure Harry saved Ginny simply because Ron was distraught at losing his sister and that notion sent a warm feeling in Ron's chest. Harry may not have had true family with his blood relatives but he was as good as family in Ron's mind.

Thus, knowing Harry like that, Ron knew this matter had nothing to do with money. No. It boiled down to something more important – Ginny's wellbeing.

He felt his sister's shaky nod against his chest and wrapped her tighter in his embrace.

"I didn't want it at first," Ginny's voice was unnaturally soft and unsteady. Ron did not like it at all. His sister was usually loud and boisterous – not exactly feminine but it still suited Ginny fine considering she had grown up with six brothers after all. And anyone who had a problem would find themselves facing six wands.

"Mum said I was strong. That it will all go away," A hiccup cut her speech. "But it hasn't. I want the nightmares to go away, Ron. Harry promised it would help. Harry wouldn't lie about that would he?"

Ginny trembled more.

"This is all my fault. Everything is! I messed up! I should have never opened that diary!"

Ron rubbed Ginny's back, shushing her.

"No, Ginny. You did nothing wrong. You didn't know! And you fought back too when you realised something was wrong! You fought against You-Know-Who! You've not done anything wrong."

"But – but –"

"Ssshhhh..." Ron held his sister tightly. "Trust me Ginny. You did nothing wrong."

Ginny continued trembling in his arms. A while later however, a pair of brown eyes peeked up at him from where they had been previously buried into his chest.

"Ron, is it wrong for me to want the mind-healing sessions? I know we can't afford – afford it but –" Ginny buried her head into his chest again. "But I really cannot stop these nightmares!"

Ron shook his head gently.

"No Ginny. It's not wrong. Look Harry himself said you don't need to worry about the money. Harry's offering to pay." Ron felt a sour taste in his mouth at that. He knew Weasley pride and he knew exactly why his parents were reluctant. "You don't worry about the money, okay?"

"But – but I owe him so much already! I can't keep leeching of him like that!"

Ron tightened his arm around his sister.

"No. Look Ginny, we'll find a way to repay him, alright? If it helps, I promise you that I'll find a way to repay Harry for his help. Even if it takes me years! If I have to get a job right now and pay him back, I'll do it for you. Heck our entire family would do that for you - especially mum and dad, once me and the twins get them to see reason. And Harry's really nice, alright? He'll give us time. I could ask him to wait till I finish graduating and getting a job and he'll surely –"

"No."

Ron paused, glancing down to the suddenly still figure of his sister. Brown orbs stared back at him, determination, glinting in their eyes.

"I will pay back my debt, brother."

Ron stared at Ginny, taking in the determined glint in her eyes and that upward tilt of her chin that conveyed the famous Weasley pride. He knew then and there his sister would do it herself even if it took her a thousand years.

He gave a soft smile, welcoming the glimpse back into the old Ginny even if it were likely to be for a moment.

"Then there you have it, Ginny. Problem solved. Don't fret over it."

Ginny gave a small smile in return, the first genuine smile she had given all summer and relaxed in his hug.

"Thank you, Ron."

Ron placed a light kiss onto his sister's forehead, remembering how Ginny used to love that as a child.

"What are brothers for?"

The day Harry did a ritual:

Ron smiled as he watched his sister laugh at the twins and Charlie's silly antics. He could feel that for the first time in the vacation, his whole family was feeling happy. The teen served himself another plate of Mahshi – a vegetarian dish that was surprisingly tasty to him, despite being a meat lover. Egyptians made good food.

But having a picnic in a desert was certainly a novel experience.

Ron looked around, taking in the numerous other tourists who were picnicking like his family. A vast expanse of sand surrounding all around them, stretching miles around. Far away, he could make out the shape of a pyramid that they had visited a few days back. He had no idea who thought eating here was a good idea. Had it not been for cooling charms, Ron was certain he would be melting under the sun's heat. Even now he felt slightly warm despite the charms' effects.

Ron let out a yawn.

"Tired?"

He turned to find Bill – his oldest brother – settle down beside him, giving him a small grin. Ron nodded. He had spent a considerable amount of time playing with Ginny and the others before coming back to the picnic mat to sit down and munch on some food. Coupled with the lethargy that came with a satisfied stomach, the exhaustion from fooling around beforehand was starting to show in Ron.

"Hang in there buddy, we'll be going back to the hotel soon."

"About time," Ron yawned again. He idly wondered if he should take a nap before resuming with the sightseeing his family likely had planned for the afternoon.

Yeah. A nap sounded good to him.

Ron woke up with a gasp as he felt his arm burn. Pulling up the sleeve of his right arm, he was assaulted by a bright white light. Ron blinked, clearing away the spots in his vision. As the flare faded, he stared dumbfounded at the sight of a tattoo decorating his skin. It was made of up amber and emerald colours, depicting the image of the sun in all its glory. It was brilliant, honestly but Ron had no idea how it came about.

The young teen ran a finger across the image. Warmth poured from it and strangely, Ron was reminded of his best mate. Memories of the times he had spent with Harry flashed across his mind.

The day he met Harry on the train, the times they spent bonding over the horror that was homework, the times they walked around lifelessly as they worried over Hermione's petrified state –

Ron stopped thinking, not wanting to remember that time. It had been horrible enough living through it. Remembering it again was not going to help him. Hermione had become a stone statue and Harry had lost the light in his eyes. Ron had felt terrible and useless, not knowing how to help either of his best friends or stop his own despair at what was happening.

A burst of warmth washed over him, pulling him away from his solemn thoughts. It encompassed him in a reassuring embrace.

Ron frowned, content but confused.

He supposed, considering how strongly the tattoo was reminding of Harry, that this must have something to do with his best friend. Again.

Honestly, what was Harry up to nowadays?

The sound of footsteps outside his room however interrupted his investigations of the mysterious mark. He pulled down his sleeve, covering his arm and fell back onto the bed, feigning sleep. He heard the sound of the twins making their way over to their beds with hushed but excited whispers.

Ron supposed he would have to ponder on the tattoo later. He certainly was not going to tell anyone about it. At least not anyone in the family. Telling any of his siblings meant his mum would inevitably find out and then proceed to reprimand him. His parents were still rather jittery around mysterious objects considering Ginny's possession last year. And though Ron knew this was not the same kind of situation, he was still reluctant to share about it.

The tattoo, though new, seemed sacred to him. He could feel something within him feeling proud at even having earned to get the image of the sun on his skin. As though he had proved himself worthy of something.

Ron liked that feeling and if he was going to share it, he wanted to share it first with Harry and Hermione. While he loved his family, his best friends had been the one whom he often shared achievements with. Things like scoring an EE occasionally in his subjects were matters that his parents never really appreciated to the full extent. They had five children who already did that or better in the house. Ron did not blame them, knowing the matter was not likely a big matter in truth.

But Harry had always given him a bright smile whenever Ron got a good grade and Hermione's look of pride – despite the score being nowhere as good as hers – always made Ron happy. Happy and motivated that Ron did try harder for his homework despite finding it difficult to study properly. He even tolerated Hermione's nagging for it.

A snort from the twins' bed, where the two were obviously planning some other elaborate prank scheme, brought Ron's mind back to his reality.

The redhead turned around to face away from the direction of the twins' bed. He would tell Harry and Hermione first about this strange tattoo. With their input, he would decide whether or not he should tell his parents and family about it.