Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 23: Settling Disputes

"When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging to graves: one for your enemy and one for yourself."

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room – Saturday, September 6th, 1992 (9:30 a.m.)

Ron waited eagerly in the spot that Audrey Pucey had requested him to do so, and he couldn't help but feel enthusiastic about this fortunate opportunity. Thank Merlin for Lord Greengrass! Oh well, to be fair though, I guess this all really stemmed from hunting down the Philosopher's Stone… I guess that's one bloody good thing that resulted from that mistake.

"Morning, Weasley," came Pucey's voice and she sounded quite jolly. Great thing that she isn't one of those motherfuckers that just downright despise me…

"Morning, Pucey," Ron returned politely, getting up from the couch. "Are you going to take me to the Chess Club?"

"Ooh, someone's rather excited," Pucey smirked, and Ron smiled sheepishly. "I was just like you, to be honest. At first, I didn't even know that such a club existed. It wasn't up until Professor Snape caught me gaining numerous victories within our House and recommended me to Lord Greengrass." Hey! Why didn't Snape recommend me?

"Same here, I had no idea of such club," Ron admitted. "But I'm glad there is a club in this school. Chess is easily one of the more fascinating aspects of our wizarding culture, especially with wizard's chess, don't you think?"

"I couldn't agree more, Weasley," Pucey smiled, already taking a liking to the red-haired boy. "I suggest we call each other by our first names. Being in this club will require us to communicate and I'm sure you're not all for that addressing someone by their last name."

"I see that two of us will get on very well, Audrey," Ron agreed whole-heartedly, and Audrey's smile widened. Wow, she's so hot when she smiles-

"Indeed, we will. Alright, follow me, Ron, I'm sure you have been anticipating this prospect since our first talk on Tuesday," Audrey said, turning on her heel and making her way for the exit of the common room. Ron followed suit immediately.

"So, can you tell me about the members of the Chess Club?" Ron asked once they departed the Slytherin Common Room. "I'm guessing it's not a hectic club, eh?"

"Obviously, Ronald. You're more likely to receive Agrippa's chocolate frog card than for a new member to be recruited into the Chess Club here at Hogwarts," Audrey answered, and Ron smirked at her words. "Here's how it is. There are four Superiors of the Chess Club. They are me, Penelope Clearwater, Gabriel Truman and Edward Schwartz."

"I'm going to presume that you four are from each of the different Houses," Ron interjected, and Audrey nodded.

"You're sharp. A beneficial trait when it comes to playing chess. We're all in our sixth year now and we have each competed in tournaments ever since we joined. We've received our respective trophies and rewards, some of which you can locate in the Trophy Room," Audrey informed, pride traced in her tone. Ron merely listened to her words with awe and aspiration.

"So, if this a club, are you guys mentored by someone or what?" Ron questioned.

"Now that we have experience, we mentor those in year levels below us by sharing our knowledge and providing strong tactics so when the tournaments roll around, members will be ready and equipped with our teachings. We as a whole club represent Hogwarts as a school when the international tournaments are held," Audrey responded firmly.

"Wicked," Ron muttered, imagining what it would be like to compete in tournaments.

"I'm glad you think so, Ronald," Audrey smiled approvingly. "I'm sure you will be a fine member of our club. Of course, once we test your skills."

"Test my skills?" Ron asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh right, of course. Can't just accept someone without observing their playing styles and composure first, eh?"

"Glad you understand," Audrey and Ron continued making their way out of the dungeons and onto the ground floor.

Audrey led Ron to the third floor and as they traversed through the serpentine corridor in the Turris Magnus building, Ron, starting to become impatient, turned to Audrey and joked, "Are you leading me to the Chess Club, or have you bamboozled me into leading me right to my death?"

"Patience is key, Ronald," Audrey scolded lightly, passing classroom 3C. "The Chess Club's location may sometimes change due to certain circumstances, but we are very close now."

Ron nodded curtly as they passed by classroom 7A, and he halted abruptly when Audrey put her hands on her hips and inspected a wall in front of them. A painting of a man sitting by a wooden table with a chessboard occupied the wall. Oh, hold on… this might be one of those many secret rooms… that'd be brilliant, honestly… wonder if Fred and George know all the secret rooms in Hogwarts…

The old man, who seemed to be concentrating on the chessboard, glanced at Audrey and Ron and asked, "The eight of us go forth, not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?" Well, that's rather simple.

"Pawns," Ron instinctively answered, and the man nodded before the painting moved backwards, revealing a doorway to a room lit by torches.

"You could make a good Ravenclaw," Audrey noted, but Ron shrugged.

"Nah, I'm not really good with riddles. That was just a facile riddle," Ron replied truthfully.

"Fair enough, it was quite an easy one," Audrey agreed, and the two walked through the hallway. Several paintings of presumably chess masters and champions filled the walls, lightened by flaming torches.

Ron gasped when he got a good view of the room that showcased itself to him and Audrey. Several members sat by couches, conversing with one another. Paintings and posters of chessboards were found all over the low-ceiling room. A chandelier hung from the middle point of the room, giving the space a golden aura of profession and diligence. The Hogwarts insignia was visible from the wall on the opposite side of the room.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts Chess Club, Ronald Weasley," Audrey spoke, and Ron's elation flowed in heavy amounts through his body.

"This is bloody incredible!" Ron exclaimed, before clearing his voice and composing himself. "Um sorry, I meant this is quite cool."

"Don't apologise, we're not in our common room or near Professor Snape," Audrey laughed, making Ron beam at her. "Your reaction to the room is all I've been waiting to see. Now come, follow me. Introductions are in order."

Audrey guided Ron towards the other members of the club, and Ron's eyes scanned through them, counting a total of eighteen members, including himself, and even recognising a few. Ron noticed Penelope Clearwater, who had worked with Percy as they were both prefects. Ron also spotted Cedric Diggory, which oddly surprised him, as the handsome Hufflepuff never gave off 'chess vibes' to Ron. To his utter bewilderment, he wasn't the only one from his year level in this club either. Ron instantly recognised Mandy Brocklehurst, Lily Moon, and Kevin Entwistle. Even Fay Dunbar, who had been present at Neville's party and had even exchanged a few words with Ron, was here. Merlin's ghost… I guess I shouldn't have expected myself to be the ONLY one in my year level to retain some knowledge and skill at chess… maybe this will be a good chance to befriend these lot for my advantage for the foreseeable future…

"Ah Audrey, there you are," came the voice of a boy that Ron presumed to be in his sixth year, just like Audrey. "Who have you got there- Oh wait, that's Ron Weasley, isn't it?"

"Well, no shit, mate," another lad the same age as the bloke before said sarcastically. "He's got the features of Percy, Fred and George, except he's a Slytherin and a prodigy, as they say." Thanks, I guess.

"Ron, this is Gabriel Truman, Edward Schwartz and Penelope Clearwater. They're the other three Superiors of the Chess Club," Audrey supplied, and Ron nodded respectfully to all three of them. Penelope Clearwater nodded back, noting that Ron was Percy's brother through and through, while Gabriel Truman and Edward Schwartz exchanged handshakes with the red-haired boy.

"Alright, everyone gather around," Audrey ordered, garnering everyone's attention. Ron awkwardly stood to her right, while the three other Elders stood by her left.

"Before we begin our first meeting of the year, I would like to introduce our newest recruit of the Hogwarts Chess Club, who was personally invited by Lord Greengrass," Audrey introduced, flowing the direction of attention towards Ron. He could feel the tips of his ears burning.

"Hullo, I'm Ron Weasley," Ron greeted politely, earning him some nods. "It's an honour to be a part of this club. Chess is quite easily one of my strengths and I've always wanted to pursue it more than a mere hobby."

"It's nice to have you, Ron Weasley," Cedric Diggory returned, his tone smooth and amicable as expected. "May I call you Ron?"

"Only if I have the pleasure of calling you Cedric," Ron replied smoothly, effectively earning him some approving smiles and smirks. Cedric nodded firmly. Nicely done, Weasley.

"Is it true what Professor Dumbledore said at the end of year feast?" some Ravenclaw asked.

"Are you referring to the reason why the headmaster awarded me fifty points?" Ron asked, and the Ravenclaw nodded vigorously. "Well, yes. I defeated Professor McGonagall's massive chess match all by myself." Relax Weasley, no need to boast… better to sound humble.

"Incredible…" Lily Moon muttered, while all the other members whispered to one another.

"I'd rather not really talk about it," Ron explained before one of the Superiors interrogated him. "I just found myself in a conundrum of sorts and one of the tests was defeating our Transfiguration's teacher's chessboard. And so, I did."

"We shall respect your choice, Ronald Weasley," Penelope Clearwater responded.

"Now that you have met our latest member, we have a few things to discuss first," Audrey announced, and everyone fixated their stares on her and the other three Superiors.

"We haven't received any news of international tournaments, so there is no need to fret over that prospect just yet," Edward informed. Some members looked heavily relieved, while others looked downtrodden at the news. "However, as usual, several tournaments will be held in places such as Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley and we will no doubt train hard this year and display our best."

Ron felt himself grow more ecstatic and confident with Edward's words and nodded along fervently. I can't wait to get started!

"I even heard some talks about Chess Grandmasters from around the world visiting Magical Britain to oversee players in tournaments possibly even propose a mentorship," Gabriel provided. Gasps emanated throughout the room. Chess Masters?! Proposing mentorships?!

"You're taking the piss, aren't you?" A Slytherin asked with a straight face, gaining him some chuckles and nods of agreement.

"I assure you, Royden Poke, I'm not 'taking the piss'. This sort of opportunity is seldom, so if such an offer is to be made to you at a tournament, the Superiors and I wish you the best of luck and hope that your mentor will offer you with snacks and refreshments that meet the level of ours," Gabriel replied, making the members of the club chortle concurrently.

"Now, as tradition, Ron Weasley will partake in a match with one of the Elders," Penelope said, and Ron's ears perked up instantaneously. "Do not worry, Ronald, this match will only determine your primary playing style, your composure and how you solve certain conundrums. There will be no time limit and you won't be expelled from the club if you lose." Oh, thank Merlin. Imagine getting invited to a club only to be thrown out on the first bloody day!

"I suggest Audrey should compete with Ronald," Gabriel propounded, earning him nods of concurrence from the other Superiors.

"Very well," Audrey said. "Ronald, are you ready?"

"Yep," Ron replied firmly, taking soothing breaths to calm himself and to school the composure that he normally held when playing chess. Audrey led Ron to a table with a chessboard set upon it, and they sat down by the two armchairs that were stationed parallel to one another, encompassing the table with the chessboard. "I'll take black if that's alright with you."

"Sure thing," Audrey looked over white pieces. Ron felt a knot form in his stomach when he realised when that every other member surrounded him and Audrey, watching intently. Fuck, get a hang of yourself, mate… just pretend like they're family or something… either way, you're going to have to adapt to this as it will most likely happen at tournaments…

Audrey then commenced the match as white always went first. Ron solely focused on the board, her moves, and his own strategies. He wasn't sure if she was going slightly easy on him, but he was determined to win.

As the minutes passed by, Ron had seized and lost pieces, all the while blocking out the whispers between the other members. They were respectful enough to not snicker or give him hints.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that Ron finally found an opening, though he was torn between taking it or leaving it. Was it a trap set up by Audrey? Did she have any clue about the opening? She was a Superior after all… or was she opting to let Ron purposely win? Everyone was watching as well…

Ron's eyes darted all over the board, trying to secure a backup plan. Most of his pawns had been sacrificed and he had also lost his two knights and one rook, but at the same time, he had removed Audrey's queen, rooks, and one bishop, along with several pawns.

The game went on for a while and Ron was starting to lose hope. Audrey had captured more of his pieces by taking simple, defensive moves and then attacking with calculated ploys. Ron knew it was over for him.

"Checkmate," Audrey declared, breaking the long period of silence. Ron just stared at his board, feeling quite odd. It was weird losing for a change. He hadn't lost in a long time. However, at the same time, he at least had confirmation that Audrey knew her stuff and this club wasn't some sham.

"Good game, Ronald," Audrey extended her hand and Ron broke out of his thoughts.

"Congratulations on the win," Ron returned, shaking her hand. He felt disappointed with himself, but it only drove his purpose to sharpen his skills at his favourite hobby.

"That was quite the playing style, mate," Edward spoke up, and Ron turned to him and the other members. They all looked impressed with him for some reason.

"Thanks, I guess," Ron shrugged, not sure what else to say.

"Not many new recruits last the long whilst playing with a Superior," Cedric admitted, while others nodded in agreement.

"Mine only lasted a minute or so!" Kevin joked, and Ron smirked a little.

"And you also didn't fall for the trap that I set up," Audrey pointed out.

"Aha, I knew it!" Ron exclaimed, earning him some chuckles. "Yeah, that opening was too good to be true. I had to be circumspect."

"A clever decision on your part," Gabriel vindicated, and Ron nodded. "Don't be disheartened by your loss, mate. Now that we have an idea of your playing methods, we can guide you on your path to strengthening such methods, being able to establish other players' tactics and even using a sense of identifying for substituting a useless method for a more appropriate playing style."

"Alright, shall we all get started?" Penelope asked, and everyone chorused a 'yes!'

"Brilliant, please find your allocated areas and begin playing with one another to warm up first," Audrey instructed, and a mass movement followed her orders. "Ron, I'll be with you in just a second."

"Sure thing, Audrey," Ron replied, and he watched as everyone mingled with one another, selecting an opponent to play against and then sauntering over to one of the tables.

"Nice game, Ron," a voice complimented him from behind and Ron swiftly turned around to be met with Fay Dunbar, Mandy Brocklehurst, Lily Moon, and Kevin Entwistle.

"Thanks, Fay," Ron smiled brightly at the blonde Gryffindor. "It's good to know that you're a member of this club."

"Honestly, I should have talked to you about chess back at Neville's party. It was a shock to me when the headmaster announced the reason for dedicating you fifty points," Fay replied, smiling back at Ron.

"Yeah… that was a chaotic moment," Ron mumbled, still remembering the moment when he and Xavier won the House Cup.

"I'm guessing you might not know who these guys are, but-"

"Mandy Brocklehurst, Lily Moon and Kevin Entwistle," Ron cut in. "Of course, I know them, they're in our year level."

"I'm surprised to hear that the prodigy himself knows us," Mandy admitted, her brown braids flowing over her shoulders.

"Prodigy is a mere title, I assure you," Ron returned.

"And he's quite modest," Lily added, her tone soft to the ears. "It's nice to meet you, Ronald Weasley."

"The same goes to all of you lot," Ron responded, feeling quite jubilant with the occasion of befriending students from other Houses. "Is it really true that you lost in one minute, mate?"

"Nah, I was only trying to cheer you up," Kevin answered, though his grin told otherwise, and Ron chuckled to himself as he shook hands with Kevin. "How did you guys get into this club?"

"I was playing chess with a few of my friends in my common room and Penelope spotted me. After winning consecutive matches, she challenged me and I narrowly lost, though she was pleased by my strategies," Mandy informed. "Next thing I know, I'm invited to the Chess Club."

"So, the Superiors can also recruit new members if they see fit," Ron noted, and he received nods.

"Kevin and I were just playing against each other as usual when Noah Stebbins and Cedric Diggory began watching us. They were seriously impressed and recommended us to Gabriel Turman, who then invited us," Lily recalled, and Kevin nodded firmly in confirmation.

"One of my finest moments," Kevin puffed out proudly.

"And you, Fay? How did you get into the club?" Ron asked, feeling more acquainted with the four.

"I befriended Mary McDonald, who's a member of this club from Gryffindor. I ended up beating her in a game and she asked her friend Peter Jones, who's also in the club, to challenge me. He and I ended up drawing and so they advised me to speak to Edward. Once he and I played against one another, I lost, but he also introduced me to the Chess Club, promising that I could be a real proficient chess player if I dedicated myself to it," Fay responded truthfully.

"That's bloody brilliant," Ron replied genuinely. "Well, it's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one from the second-year level that has a strong interest in chess."

"Ron!" Audrey called out, and they all swivelled their heads. Audrey stood by a bookshelf. "Come, it's time to begin your training."

"Well, I guess I'll see you lot later, eh?" Ron said and he received firm nods from his fellow year-mates.

"See you later, Ron," Fay returned, and she, along with Kevin, Lily, and Mandy made their way to unoccupied tables. Ron approached Audrey and sat down by a desk.

"Alright, Ron, to start your official training, I want you to read this book and learn some techniques and methods. With this, you can answer questions and circle answers when they ask you to identify which playing strategies a player is using, ok?" Audrey directed, and Ron nodded firmly.

"Sounds simple enough," Ron replied, and Audrey nodded, passing him a book titled 'Identifying Chess Techniques'.

"Refreshments will arrive soon. Until then, complete what is required to the best of your ability," Audrey informed, and Ron flipped through the book's contents. "Oh, and Ron, nice try today. You've thoroughly impressed me. It's no wonder Lord Greengrass recommended you join our club."

"Thanks, Audrey, I appreciate this," Ron replied sincerely, and Audrey flashed him a smile before joining the other Superiors. Ron sighed deeply in contentment; he hadn't felt this exuberant in a while.

Draco Malfoy's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room – Saturday, September 6th, 1992 (9:30 a.m.)

Draco watched closely as Audrey Pucey, a sixth-year girl, approached Weasley and the two of them exchanged a few words before departing the Slytherin Common Room. What were they up to?

Over the last few days, Draco had watched Weasley and Desmond attentively, trying to rack his brains on how they did it. How they were able to take away his friends, how they were able to secure favour and approval from many of the older students, especially the two Slytherin prefects, and how they commanded respect everywhere they seemed to strut. Draco had to know how.

He ignored the jealousy that flared in his soul or the fact that he was spying, all he needed was something to use against them, starting with Weasley. That red-haired tumour had the guts to assault Draco in front of his father and the public, no doubt from the irrational Weasley temper. Maybe that was something Draco could use for his advantage.

Though Draco and his father still spoke and schemed, Draco knew that his father was disappointed with him, and it cut him deeply. All of this stemmed from Weasley and Desmond. And yet they both saved him back in the Forbidden Forest. How could Draco ever explain that? The only explanation he could comprehend was that Weasley and Desmond didn't want to be blamed for their actions of leaving Draco behind and so they saved to save themselves. That was the only thing to hold him back from insulting them at Greengrass' dinner party. Plus, he didn't want to end up scuffling with the two, which would further sour his father's mood. After all, appearance and composure were everything.

But by now, Draco was seething with rage every time his eyes even glanced at the two prodigies, especially Weasel. Draco, of course, had a strategy in mind to garner some support from those in Slytherin who weren't fooled by the blood-traitor's antics. His father had guaranteed him a spot on the Slytherin Quidditch team by purchasing Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones, currently the best racing brooms in the market, for the whole team. Flint had already approached Draco and introduced him to the team. So far, that was one thing on his list that he had completed successfully.

Draco had to be smart about this. If he could somehow use Weasley's anger against himself, he could earn favour within the House. With that, people would couple Desmond with Weasley, which effectively killed two birds with one stone. And in time, Draco would rule the House as he had always dreamt of, while Weasel and Desmond would be two outcasts, maybe even opting to re-sort themselves into different Houses. Draco would regain his friendship with his childhood friends. He would finally rid the House of the filthy blood-traitor and the legendary Caesar Desmond's maniacal 'son'.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Paved Grounds – Saturday, September 6th, 1992 (12:30 p.m.)

Ron entered the paved courtyard with a wide smile on his face. The Chess Club may have been the best thing to happen to him at Hogwarts. Ron was going to utilize this endeavour and strive hard to earn money, which could amplify over time.

Several students were littered all over the paved courtyard, some chatting, others trading chocolate frog cards, and Ron made his way out, enjoying the fresh air and nature's will.

"Ronnie!" a familiar voice called out, and Ron froze. Bloody hell! Did anyone else hear that?!

"Over here," called another familiar voice, though Ron knew who the culprits were. Ron turned to his right to see Ginny and Luna sitting on a bench, and he proceeded to walk toward them.

"Hey, big brother," Ginny greeted joyfully, and though Ron wanted to scold her for using that childish nickname, he instead smiled and hugged her.

"It's good to see you hanging out on this fine day," Ron said, giving Luna a warm hug.

"Someone's in a good mood," Luna noted, and Ron shrugged happily.

"Today's been a good day, is all," Ron provided, but Luna smiled shyly.

"Or maybe someone has made today a good day," Luna proposed, while Ginny snickered. Ron shot them a confused look before shaking his head vigorously.

"It's not like that, I assure you," Ron promised, blushing slightly.

"Your cheeks are telling me otherwise," Luna giggled, and Ron huffed loudly.

"Oh hush, Luna, you can't speak. After all, you're already quite close with someone yourself," Ginny pointed out, and Ron immediately frowned.

"Wait, what? What's this about, eh?" Ron bombarded with questions, making the two girls roll their eyes at his overprotectiveness.

"Relax, Ronnie, I was only kidding," Ginny cleared up, and Ron narrowed his eyes at the two girls.

"Ugh, whatever," Ron rolled his eyes, opting to change the subject. "Anyways, how's Hogwarts? Is it everything you've been dreaming about for years?"

"We're only in the first week, Ronnie," Ginny whined. "Let us have some time, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Ron agreed. "Oh, and please stop calling me 'Ronnie'. I have already faced enough insults, I don't need others finding out about this nickname, let alone my bloody friends."

"I'll think about it," Ginny grinned mischievously.

"You evil witch," Ron chuckled to himself. "Anyway, I'm going to get going. If you guys want to eat with me, please feel free. My friends really want to meet you."

"You mean the girls, right?" Luna asked, and Ron nodded. Sharp as always…

"Sure thing… Ronnie…" Ginny responded, and Ron began tickling her without mercy. He didn't even care if anyone else saw. Ginny began giggling profusely, begging him to stop, and Luna watched with a smile fixed on her face.

"Be very careful, Ginerva," Ron warned teasingly. "These hands will haunt your dreams forever."

"Whatever, just go already," Ginny rasped, tears leaking out her eyes. Ron smirked and ruffled her hair before leaving his two sisters to themselves.

As Ron entered the Entrance Hall, Hermione came bumping into him, and Ron shot her a perplexed smile. "Slow down, mate, you're not going to miss a train now, are you?"

"Oh, hey, Ron," Hermione replied, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I just wanted to start reading on Gadding with Ghouls, but I needed to find Neville first.

"Deary me, please don't mention those textbooks to me ever again," Ron begged. "I'm already in a good mood and it shouldn't be ruined by some pompous cunt and his ruddy 'textbooks'."

"Language, Ronald, how many times must I tell you!" Hermione reprimanded, gasping at his words. "And besides, Professor Lockhart is a wonderful teacher."

"There's no point in arguing this," Ron pointed out, already surrendering on changing Hermione's mind. "Anyway, I've been needing to ask you a favour for a while, Hermione. Is now a good time?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess. What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked, listening avidly.

"Look, I don't want you to do this all the time, but… can you… watch over Ginny and report back to me if something is wrong?" Ron requested, and he missed Hermione's ever-growing smile. "It's just… I want her to settle in good this year. I already have someone watching over Luna and I was thought, if it wasn't too much, that it would be ideal for you to maybe befriend her or just hang near her at times, you know?"

"Aww, that's so brotherly over you, Ron," Hermione cooed, and Ron's cheeks were marred with a strong, red blush. "Of course, Ron, I'll do it for you." YES!

"Oh, thank God, that's a relief," Ron sighed deeply before smiling at Hermione. "Thank, Hermione, I owe you one." This day just keeps getting better and better!

"Don't be silly, Ron," Hermione dismissed. "I owe you far more than you will ever owe me. What you ask of me is a simple request. Think nothing of it."

"I… sure, Hermione, thanks again for this," Ron responded, patting her shoulder. "Hey, when are you keen to study again? I've missed our sessions together."

"Me too," Hermione agreed, her cheeks graced with tints of rosy. "How about tonight or maybe tomorrow? Harry has his first Quidditch training session tomorrow morning, I believe. The afternoons would be more ideal so that he and Neville can be there."

"Excellent, I'll inform Xavier as well," Ron nodded firmly. "I'll see you around then."

"I'll see you too," Hermione flashed him a smile. "I can't wait to beat you in all our classes."

Ron laughed at this and began making his way for the dungeons. Today truly had been a great day.

Slytherin Common Room – Saturday, September 6th, 1992 (1:00 p.m.)

"There you are, mate," Theo said as Ron joined him and the rest of his Slytherin friends in their dorm.

"So, how was it?" Tracey asked, lying on Theo's bed.

"It was… brilliant, really," Ron replied, involuntarily smiling, which in turn made his friends smile back. "I've met some new people and became acquainted with them. And the club is no pathetic joke. Everyone there was damn good at chess."

"Aww, our poor Ron is annoyed to see that he wasn't the only one good at chess," Pansy teased, and Ron rolled his eyes as he plopped himself on his bed beside her.

"Took quite a while, eh mate?" Xavier spoke up, and Ron nodded.

"Audrey first introduced me to everyone, then we played a match to test my skills and once that was over, we all began our training," Ron supplied. "I did, however, go for a small walk and I talked to my sisters for a bit before bumping into Hermione."

"What did she want?" Daphne piped up, her tone sounding guarded.

"Nothing, though I asked her to keep an eye on Ginny," Ron replied, noticing the edge in her tone. "Why? Is something wrong?"

Daphne said nothing, while everyone, save Xavier, glanced at one another. Um, what the hell is this?

"Seriously, what's up? Speak your mind, will you?" Ron inquired, his eyes darting between the lot. Xavier was watching them carefully.

"Look, Ron, we don't want to sound controlling or anything, but we all have decided to tell you this," Tracey began. Ron and Xavier exchanged glances. "We think that you and this goes for you too, Xavier, should limit your time with the Golden Trio."

"What does that even mean?" Ron asked, cocking an eyebrow. Tracey and Pansy looked uneasy, Millie and Daphne had resolute looks, Theo gazed right at Ron, and Blaise looked bored.

"You don't want Ron and I spending time with Harry, Neville and Hermione as much anymore?" Xavier asked, his tone neutral and his face expressionless.

"Yeah…" Pansy replied, though she looked conflicted.

"Why?" Ron demanded immediately. Was this some sort of elaborate prank?

"Look, Ron, those three are trouble," Daphne reasoned. "Perhaps not directly but look what happened to you both when you guys ran around with them, trying to find the Philosopher's Stone. Look what happened to Xavier."

"Don't be foolish, Daph," Xavier spoke up, his tone cold. "They have no part in what happened to me. You know who did this to me and so does everyone else in the room."

"Exactly," Ron added, not quite believing his ears right now. "How could you blame them for what happened to Xavier? They were in as much danger as we were! We even tried to keep them out of it, but in the end, they decided to join us to hunt the stone and destroy it before the Dark Lord got to it!"

"We understand, mate, but just listen alright," Theo piped in. "We don't want you lot to get hurt."

"I thought we had this talk on the train," Xavier scoffed. "If that's the case, then it's not to do with the Golden Trio, it's to do with our actions regarding dangerous situations."

"And those actions could be spending less time with the Golden Trio," Daphne argued. Great, now we're back to square one.

"Blaise, you've been quiet. Do you have any say in this?" Tracey asked, and they all turned to the dark-skinned boy.

"I've told you lot before. These two aren't going to retract their friendships just because we asked them to. I don't really care who they're friends with," Blaise answered aloofly. Typical Blaise…

"Thanks for your input," Millie said sarcastically.

"Really? You too, Mills?" Ron asked, and the big girl nodded.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but whenever you and Xavier are around them, trouble seems to be the result of it all," Millie justified. "Remember the whole business when Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Potter and Granger lost their House a serious sum of points? You two were also caught in the crossfire for Merlin knows what and all your hard-earned points disappeared within a second." Daphne, Tracey, and Theo nodded along firmly and even shot Millie impressed looks. Millie was never the one to voice her opinions.

Ron and Xavier stared at them emotionlessly, analysing if they were dead serious about all of this. Bloody hell… they're really asking for us to stop associating with the Golden Trio…

"You lot should have listened to Blaise," Xavier said in a detached tone as he stood up from his bed. "I'm not just going to suddenly stop being their friends when they haven't done anything wrong for me to do so. What about you, Ron?"

"I agree completely," Ron concurred, getting up from his bed as well. "They haven't wronged us. You guys have no idea what you're even talking about."

"Where are you going?" Pansy inquired. Ron and Xavier already knew.

"For a walk," Ron lied, and he ignored his friends asking him and Xavier to stay back. They exited their dorm and proceeded to make their way to the kitchens and into the secret duelling room, ready for some practice.

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room – Sunday, September 7th, 1992 (6:30 a.m.)

Harry tried his best to fill his grumbling stomach with food, but he just couldn't. He kept dosing off and he wasn't the only one who was knackered. Fred and George were snoring deeply with their heads on the table, and the girls, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, were struggling to even butter their toasts. Oliver was the only one eating enthusiastically, looking forward to their first training lesson of the year.

Since Oliver had decided to keep the same team than hold try-outs for new members as he solely believed that team was perfectly competent and brilliant, he had woken each of them up at crack of dawn, ordering them to meet him in one of the spare classrooms on the third floor. Harry hadn't even been able to take a warm shower to give him some energy. Oliver had been preparing some grand speech, talking about ensuring victory and trying to motivate Harry and the others, which failed tremendously when everyone simply collapsed out of drowsiness. Ugh, why did we have to get up this early anyway? It's not like the other Houses are doing the same!

Harry barely even registered his two best friends joining him until they poked his sides. "Whassamatter?"

"Oh, don't tell me you slept in, Harry," Hermione scolded.

"No, he was woken up at six, Hermione," Neville defended, remembering how he had woken up to Oliver yelling in Harry's ear.

"God give me strength please," Harry groaned as he swallowed some bacon.

"Come on, mate, once you're in the air, you'll be fine," Neville reassured, and Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess so… what are you guys doing here anyway?" Harry asked groggily.

"Well, we wanted to come and watch you and then visit Hagrid afterwards," Hermione informed.

"Fair enough… I miss Hagrid," Harry drawled, making Nev and Hermione chuckle. He was clearly out of it. A suddenly clicking sound woke Harry from his daze and he was shell-shocked to see Colin Creevey wide awake with a camera, a bright smile plastered on his face.

"Hiya, Harry!" Colin greeted cheerfully. "Great morning, isn't it?" How the hell are you even awake right now?! I can barely keep my eyes open!

Colin Creevey had become Harry's biggest stalker since his second year at Hogwarts had begun. The mousy boy followed Harry everywhere he went with a large camera, taking photos incessantly and barraging the boy-who-lived with endless questions. Harry didn't have the heart to tell the boy to piss off. So, he was stuck with some first-year Gryffindor who seemed to be terrible at reading emotions and vibes, especially Harry's frustrated expressions.

"I heard that your first Quidditch practice would be held today? Isn't that exciting? I also heard that you're the youngest student to be made seeker in over a century!" Colin squeaked, his voice ringing in Harry's ears. How does he do this? How can someone revolve around someone else so easily? If I told him to punch someone, would he do it? Probably…

"Alright, Colin, that's enough. Harry needs his breakfast for his training, don't you think?" Neville came to Harry's aid, and Colin nodded understandingly.

"Oh right, of course! I'll see you on the pitch, Harry!" Colin then took his camera and scurried away, no doubt going to take pictures of the castle.

"Thank you, Nev, you're a saviour," Harry smiled appreciatingly at his best mate.

"Don't be so rude, Harry," Hermione chided. "The poor boy clearly looks up to you."

"Yeah, well I didn't ask to be looked up to, did I?" Harry retorted, and before Hermione could reply, Oliver Wood stood up and tapped his goblet with a spoon.

"Alright, you lot, let's get to the pitch for some good training!" Oliver ordered optimistically, and Harry slowly got out of his seat.

"Mind if we watch?" Neville asked.

"Of course, I just hope you aren't bored to death," Harry replied.

"We'll be alright," Neville responded. "Hermione also brought her books with her."

Harry glanced at Lockhart's textbooks firmly in her hands, and quickly glanced at the professor's table, sighing in relief when he didn't spot the delusional man that seemed to be his worst nightmare.

Oliver led Harry and the rest of Gryffindor's team out from the Great Hall and into the paved courtyard where the cool air ruffled their hair and attire.

As they made their way towards the training grounds, Oliver Wood halted abruptly, causing everyone to follow suit and they were appalled to see the Slytherin team dressed in their training attire, marching in the same direction as they were.

"Flint!" Oliver yelled out, causing the Slytherin team to cease their walking. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Ah, Wood, it's good to see you," Flint smiled, revealing his Troll-like teeth. "How are you this fine morning?"

"I asked you what the meaning of this is!" Oliver repeated, growling with enmity. "I booked the pitch specifically for this time today. I don't see why you lot are out heading towards pitch as well!"

"Relax, Wood, no need for such animosity. Sharing is caring, isn't it?" Flint grinned more widely, causing Oliver's eyes to twitch. Harry and the rest were fully awake by now. "After all, the pitch is big enough for two teams to train separately. That's how the games are played, if you can remember. Two teams-"

"Of course, I know, you idiot! I know more about this sport than you ever will!" Oliver spat out venomously.

"Temper, Wood. Seriously, there's no need to be so spiteful," Flint continued grinning, getting on Oliver's nerves. "Here, I have a special note signed by Professor Snape consenting us to practise on the pitch." What the hell is going on?

Flint held out a note, and Oliver snatched it and began reading it swiftly. "A new seeker?! You lot have a new seeker?! Since when?!" A new seeker? Who could it be?

Flint moved to a side, revealing Draco Malfoy and Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The pale boy was smirking superciliously as usual, and Harry's blood already began to boil. What the hell is this?! OH WAIT! Back in that shop… Malfoy's dad told him that he would secure him a spot on the team this year… guess, he wasn't lying…

"Not so shocked, Potter?" Malfoy asked, his tone dripping with virulence.

"Hold up, George, isn't this the little scumbag that Ron hooked?" Fred questioned, and Malfoy immediately lost his smirk.

"Yeah, he's Lucius Malfoy's son," George replied, shooting the platinum-haired git a distasteful look.

"Speaking of Lucius Malfoy, he personally ascertained the chances of us winning this year," Flint spoke up, and the Gryffindor team shot him a confused look. Their confusion then morphed into outrage and jealousy when the Slytherin team revealed their brooms. Each of them had a gleaming, polished Nimbus Two Thousand and One in their hands, the latest brooms out on the market. Though Harry wasn't as envious as the rest of his teammates, he was certainly disgusted by Malfoy's move. The git really was the worst of them all.

"So, what if you guys have the best brooms out on the market? They don't determine your skills," Harry held his ground, making his teammates nod in covenant, especially Oliver Wood. Flint and his Slytherin teammates simply barked out their laughter, while Malfoy sneered at Harry.

"I see that you're the only one with a good broom. That'll be a good challenge for me, I don't want the matches to be boring," Malfoy drawled, and Harry balled his fists.

"At least no one in the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in!" Hermione spoke up haughtily. "They got in through pure talent!" Good one, Hermione!

"No one asked for your opinion," Malfoy spat out scathingly, frowning heavily at the bushy-haired girl with a look of pure abhorrence. "You filthy little Mud-Blood!"

Chaos ensued after that. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to defend him from the twin's fists, all the while Oliver barked orders at the twins and did his best to hold them back, even though it may have not been wholeheartedly. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie began bellowing insults at the other Slytherin members, to which they returned. Harry, albeit not knowing what the word meant, knew it was a harsh one due to everyone's reaction. He turned back to see Neville comforting a sniffling Hermione and was baffled to see that even Neville looked furious himself, an emotion he rarely showcased.

Harry turned back to see Malfoy clutching his bleeding nose and it only took a few seconds to realise one of the twins had landed a punch on him successfully. The Slytherin team were now fuming, and before anyone could do anything, Professor Snape came strolling towards them, a cold expression etched on his face. Oh no…

"What is the meaning of this commotion?" Snape demanded before his eyes fell on Malfoy clutching his nose. "Why is he bleeding?"

"It was them, professor!" Flint quickly answered, directing an infuriated glare at the Gryffindor team. "I tried to approach them calmly, but Wood lost it and one of the Weasleys ended up punching Draco!"

"That's not the truth sir!" Alicia yelled.

"Silence!" Snape hissed, shutting everyone up. "Mr. Flint, please take Mr. Malfoy to get his nose checked and return to the pitch with your team. As for you lot, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor! If I hear of this sort of foolish behaviour again, I will personally see that the Gryffindor team is reconstructed with new members. Now get out of my sight!"

Oliver, heavily enraged by this expense, turned around and stormed off. Harry, Nev, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor team decided to follow him, dispersing from the area. Harry glanced back at Snape and the greasy-haired git watched him with narrowed eyes. I don't know who I hate more… Malfoy or Snape?

"For fuck's sake!" Oliver cussed, kissing a seat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. "All of that for nothing! I had been preparing this for a while now!"

"Oliver… we just lost fifty damn points… I'm not even pissed about the fact that we got up this early for nothing," Angelina pointed out.

"Fifty points… we're already behind," Alicia noted, and everyone glanced at the House glass. Slytherin is so ahead…

"Which one of you got Malfoy on the nose?" Katie asked, looking between Fred and George.

"It was both of us actually," Fred replied calmly. "Georgie and I ended up getting both sides of the ponce's nose."

"Good thing too," George added darkly. "At least I can have some satisfaction in knowing the twat is bleeding copiously right now."

Harry, who didn't feel to add anything to the acrimonious conversation, turned to face Neville and Hermione and he walked over to them. Harry smiled at Hermione and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Hermione, let's go to Hagrid. I'm sure he will be keen to see us."

Hermione nodded softly, and Neville nodded firmly at Harry's astute line of thinking. Harry observed Hermione's demoralized look, and he felt a surge of fury in his chest. I'm going to break that git's face when I see him next time!"

As Harry and Neville guided Hermione out from the Entrance Hall and towards Hagrid's Hut, someone called out, "Guys, wait up!"

The Golden Trio turned around to find Ron and Xavier running towards them, and Harry was relieved to see that it wasn't Colin.

"What's up?" Neville asked, shooting the two Slytherins a small smile. "What are you two doing out so early?"

"Morning runs," Xavier answered, his dreadlocks dishevelled, completely covering his left eye. "The question is, what are you lot doing out so early?"

"Weren't you mean to have your Quidditch training session now?" Ron asked, eyeing Harry's training uniform.

"Long story, mate," Harry sighed.

"Hermione… are you alright?" Xavier questioned gently. He and Ron had easily caught onto the current vibe.

"What happened?" Ron inquired, his brow furrowing.

Harry and Neville exchanged looks and decided to answer their question before Hermione sniffed and assured, "It's nothing, guys. Don't worry."

"Don't worry my arse," Ron retorted, and he then looked between Harry and Neville. "Go on, spit it out. What happened, eh?"

"Look," Harry started, feeling more irate at Malfoy than ever. "Slytherin team has a new seeker. It's Malfoy-"

"Malfoy?!" Ron exclaimed, looking at Xavier with puzzlement.

"How did he earn a spot on the Slytherin team?" Xavier questioned, his brow furrowed.

"His father brought each member of the Slytherin team Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones," Harry responded bitterly.

"What?!" Ron yelled, his voice bouncing off the vast castle and redirecting off to the interminable grounds.

"Bastard… he's trying to gain some sort of support from those cunts," Xavier deduced coldly. "What's this got to do with Hermione being upset?"

"In the middle of the confrontation… Malfoy insulted Hermione," Neville continued, and if Harry wasn't mistaken, his two Slytherin friends shared a look of bafflement when they noted Neville's own anger. "That prick called Hermione a filthy Mud-Blood." Ron and Xavier blinked for a few seconds, and then fixed their eyes on Hermione's dejected look. That's when it hit the two.

"He what?" Ron whispered dangerously, his eyes twitching insanely, giving him a terrifying look.

"I still don't know what it means," Harry confessed. "What does it mean?"

"It's a dirty slur used towards those with muggle parents, mate," Xavier answered aloofly, his countenance intimidating. "Since Hermione is a muggle-born, that cunt saw fit to use that word against her." Damn Malfoy to hell!

"What happened right after he called her that… word?" Ron queried, taking a deep breath to smother his bubbling rage. Harry had to admit that Ron and Xavier looked extremely menacing right about now and he almost felt scared for Malfoy. Almost.

"Your brothers ended up landing a punch on his nose and he began to bleed," Harry replied truthfully, and a flash of pride coloured Ron's face. "Snape then arrived with impeccable timing and took away fifty points from us. We didn't even get to train." Why is that git always on our case?

"Sorry about Snape," Ron apologised after a moment. "I know that he has it out for you lot especially."

"What's done is done," Harry shrugged, feeling too exhausted to even get mad at it anymore. "We were just going to visit Hagrid. Do you want to join?"

"No, we need to shower and eat some breakfast. I'm famished," Xavier responded, though Ron clearly had different things in mind.

"Guys," Hermione spoke up, looking up at her Slytherin friends. "Please don't do anything. You'll get in trouble, and I don't want that."

Ron and Xavier exchanged a look all the while staring at Hermione expressionlessly. How do they do that?

"Come here," Ron said pacifyingly after a moment, and he pulled Hermione into his arms. Her face disappeared into his chest and the wind blew everyone's hair as the sun climbed ever so higher by the minute. "Listen to me, Hermione. Malfoy is a filthy maggot. Something we have all known since our first year. Everyone here can vouch for me when I say you are the most brilliant witch in our year level and Malfoy has nothing on you."

"He's right, Hermione," Xavier added firmly. "You shouldn't react to those meaningless words. You know that you are amazing and you being a muggle-born doesn't mean shit when it comes to academic achievements, right you lot?"

"Agreed," Harry and Nev concurred strongly.

Ron released Hermione and she was blushing heavily, which in turn made the four boys smile at her. Tears began to well up in her honey-brown eyes.

"Thanks… I love you guys…" Hermione whispered, but everyone heard her.

"We love you too, Hermione," Neville returned sentimentally and the five of them smiled at one another as the wind washed over their faces. It was a beautiful morning.

"Alright, that's enough sappiness for me," Xavier broke the silence, and he patted Hermione's back before nodding at Harry and Neville.

"We'll see you lot around," Ron promised, and the Golden Trio watched as their two Slytherin friends made their way to the Entrance Hall. It's good to know that all Slytherins aren't terrible.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Dungeons – Sunday, September 7th, 1992 (7:45 a.m.)

"That fucking bastard," Ron growled as he and Xavier made their way through the Dungeons. "That fucking bastard…"

"The irritating plonker will never change, will he?" Xavier snarled sourly.

"That fucking bastard…" Ron hissed. Ron was so blinded by rage that all he wanted to do was punish Malfoy as it felt a sense of rectitude for Ron. Every time he tried to calm himself, the memory of Hermione's crestfallen look pulled him back into his enraged state.

"What's done is done, mate," Xavier spoke coldly. "Your brothers already lost fifty points punching the cunt, and we cheered up Hermione. We shouldn't do anything stupid now."

Ron didn't reply because he felt the need to hurt Malfoy more than ever. Xavier was right of course, but Ron couldn't help it. It was as if all the times Malfoy had shown his pale face at Ron and pissed him off were starting to accumulate. Malfoy needed to be taught a lesson. Ron just had to be smart about it.

Once the two boys got inside the common room, Ron allowed Xavier to take the first shower, insisting that he needed time to cool off or he would break something. Once Xavier had disappeared into the bathrooms, Ron set out with his wand to the infirmary. Malfoy would no doubt be there due to his broken nose and Ron would make sure to send a gift basket to Fred and George.

Luckily for him, the castle was still quite vacant due to it being a Sunday and Ron was able to traverse to the Hospital Wing without being spotted at all. Much to his luck, his eyes caught Malfoy leaving the Infirmary and Ron smiled vindictively. How amusing it's going to be when you will need to attend the Infirmary just when you came out of it.

As Ron hid behind a wall and watched Malfoy walk closer, Ron brandished his wand and expertly aimed at his platinum-haired twit.

"Colloshoo," Ron chanted in a whisper and much to his amusement, Malfoy let out a yelp when his shoes became permanently stuck.

"What the hell-"

Ron sent a silencing charm at Malfoy, effectively cutting off his voice and the boy looked around with a panicked look. How do you like it, bitch?

"Furnunculus," Ron growled, and red, blistering boils appeared all over Malfoy's face. The platinum-haired cunt was clearly in distress and pain. To Ron's utter annoyance, he heard footsteps coming from the Infirmary and he knew he had to make a run for it. This isn't over, cunt…

Slytherin Common Room – Sunday, September 7th, 1992 (4:30 p.m.)

Ron and Xavier entered the Slytherin Common Room, worn out from their practice of duelling dummies. Ron had been able to channel most of his anger at the dummies and he felt a bit more collected, though he was still very pissed. Ron hadn't told Xavier of what he had done to Malfoy as he knew that he had gone against Xavier's advice.

"We missed you at lunch," Tracey spoke up when the two prodigies entered their dorm. Their friends were once again in their dorm, studying together.

"Wasn't feeling hungry," Ron shrugged as jumped onto his bed and sighed heavily.

"That's impossible," Theo pointed out.

"Shut up, Nott," Ron replied, while Theo sniggered. Though things had gone a little left yesterday, the group had ignored what had happened and had moved on.

"Some rumours have been going around, you know," Daphne suddenly said, and everyone focused their attention on her. "Apparently Malfoy has become Slytherin's new seeker."

"Yeah, I already know," Ron waved aside dismissively.

"Oh really?" Blaise piped up. "Everyone only received the news at lunch today." Ah, shit… I fucked up…

"Yeah well, my brothers told me beforehand," Ron lied, and everyone, save Xavier, cocked an eyebrow.

"Nice one, mate," Xavier drawled, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Alright, so what's the matter, eh?" Ron questioned, looking between his friends.

"The matter? Slytherin's new seeker was assaulted twice, that's the matter," Daphne replied in an accusing tone.

"And there's been some talk that you attacked Malfoy when he came out of the Infirmary," Pansy supplied, and Ron schooled his surprise. What the fuck? Did Malfoy catch me? No, he didn't even see me at all! Even when I left… maybe he just suspected me because it sounds right…

"Great job, Weasley," Blaise snapped, anger displayed on his face, surprising Ron and the others. Blaise was never the one to get mad. "You didn't even deny it."

"Why would you go after him?" Tracey asked, shaking her head at Ron's actions.

"Mate, is this true?" Xavier spoke up, and Ron sighed. The room fell silent for a few seconds.

"Yeah… it is…" Ron answered, feeling a pang of guilt for not telling Xavier. His best mate, on the other hand, merely looked indifferent. Yep, and he's also mad at me now… great.

"Why the fuck would you even do that, Ron?" Theo demanded, not making sense of Ron's foolish actions. "This is all going to be used against you, do you understand me? Now that Malfoy bought off the whole Slytherin team, it doesn't take a bloody Seer to clearly see what he's trying to do."

"He called Hermione a filthy Mud-Blood!" Ron snarled, and Tracey gasped loudly. "What was I supposed to do? Not let anything happen?"

"That's exactly what you should have done, Ron," Daphne argued, her tone overly disappointed and even a little furious. "What did we tell you yesterday? Those Gryffindors were getting you into trouble and now look!"

"Don't you dare pin this on Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, his tone rising with every word. "She even asked me not to do anything, but I couldn't take seeing her face at that moment. Malfoy had destroyed her confidence with one fucking word, and he had to pay!"

"That was a foolish move on your account, Ron," Blaise said bluntly. "Now, Malfoy will use this to gather more Slytherins to side with him, especially when they see a connection between you and Granger."

"Well, fuck them," Ron spat out, glaring at his friends. "I've always been fighting for my place in this wretched House and just because I slipped up once doesn't mean other cunts should immediately start doubting me."

"Even Granger told you not to hurt Malfoy, Ron," Millie spoke up, shaking her head in dissatisfaction like Daphne. "You should have listened to her."

"Oh yeah? And what if that sod called Tracey a filthy half-blood?" Ron asked calmly, and his friends fell silent. Ron mainly focused on Theo and Daphne. "What would you have done, eh? Let Malfoy strut around like nothing even happened? I know damn well you lot would retaliate without further notice."

"No, we would confront him and deal with him in a cleverer manner," Theo responded, looking straight at Ron. "We wouldn't go around hexing the idiot just to get caught. What would that solve? Don't be surprised when Snape gives you a detention or deducts points."

"Malfoy will come after you," Pansy said after a moment, an anxious expression marring her features.

"And?" Ron chuckled manically. "Let that fucker come. It's all I want."

"Idiot…" Daphne mumbled, shaking her head.

"At least I'm not a coward," Ron bit out. Judging by his friend's looks, they had been deeply hurt by his words. "At least I would avenge my friend. What the fuck would you lot do? Nothing."

Ron then stormed off, leaving his friends behind. This damn House… I'm sick of it! It's like it's always testing me… When will I catch a break?

Great Hall – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (8:10 a.m.)

"Mr. Weasley," came Snape's silky voice as Ron was about to enter the Great Hall. "A word, please."

"Of course, professor," Ron replied respectfully, and the red-haired boy followed his favourite professor to an opening that led outside. Oh shit… I think I know what this is about… I've been waiting for it all week…

"Mr. Weasley, would you care to explain why you cursed Mr. Malfoy so thoughtlessly when he left the Infirmary last Sunday?" Snape questioned, his expression void of emotion, though his eyes were darker than usual.

Ron ignored the sweat that was forming on his brow, and he cleared his voice. "Look, professor, I know I might have made a stupid decision, but I was very angered on my friend's behalf." I regret nothing…

"And why might that be?" Snape continued, his tone becoming colder.

"Because Malfoy called my friend a filthy Mud-Blood," Ron answered, standing up confidently and looking Snape in the eye.

"Is that so?" Snape whispered, his tone turning more dangerous. Fuck, this man really is the scariest professor ever to exist…

"Yes," Ron responded firmly. "That's why my brothers attacked Malfoy. They wouldn't just do that for no reason."

"And so, you decided to enact revenge, even though you and Mr. Malfoy are both from the same House and that Mr. Malfoy was just made seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch Team?" Snape asked, his tone suggesting that Ron was idiotic. Ron said nothing and looked down at his feet, slightly ashamed of himself.

"Do not let me hear of this sort of behaviour from you again, Mr. Weasley," Snape warned intimidatingly. "You have done quite well securing this House some points just in its first week. It would be a shame for you to undo your own work in an instant. As for Mr. Malfoy, I will have a word with him on the usage of that slur. Now, run along, and keep my warning in mind."

Ron nodded fervently and without another look, he swiftly turned around and made his way into the Great Hall. Well, that could have been worse…

Ron blatantly ignored Malfoy and the Slytherin team's death glares, along with Tracey and Pansy's worried glances, and made his way to the end of the Slytherin table, opting to sit by himself. It had been a couple of days since Ron's outburst, and his Slytherin clique had avoided him, clearly trying to spark some sort of response for Ron to go and apologise, which he had no intention of doing. They were all too proud and stubborn. Fortunately, Ron still had Xavier by his side, and the two had taciturnly pretended that what happened on Sunday never even occurred. Ron would sit beside Xavier in class, as usual, patently disregarding the death glares that were shot by Malfoy and his goons.

As Ron filled his toast with scrambled eggs, Xavier sat parallel to him, and they nodded their greetings to one another.

"You didn't join me on our usual runs today," Xavier spoke up, and Ron shrugged.

"I woke up earlier than usual and I did my runs then," Ron answered, munching on his toast. "Have you spoken with the others?"

"Yeah, I did," Xavier replied, filling his plate with bacon. "They were hurt by your words, you know."

"Oh, come off it, mate," Ron rolled his eyes. "You know damn well I didn't mean it in that way."

"Don't lie to yourself, Ron," Xavier responded nonchalantly. "You were angry at the moment and that was a catalyst for words that you wouldn't normally say if you weren't dealing with that emotion."

"Xavier Desmond, the philosopher," Ron retorted, and Xavier rolled his eyes. "Has a nice sound to it."

"Eat your breakfast… bloody idiot," Xavier replied, and Ron grinned. Xavier's unwavering loyalty to Ron was touching and sometimes the redhead believed that he didn't deserve it.

"Hey, mate, I'm sorry," Ron started dubiously, a pang of guilt filling his stomach. "You know, for not telling you about what I did. I knew what I had done went right against your advice… I guess I just didn't want you to be disappointed in me."

"And yet, here I am," Xavier pointed out.

"Yeah… I guess I was just so infuriated when I saw what Malfoy had done to Hermione… I mean, did you see her face?" Ron reminded, shaking his head. "That fucking wop has it out for her, mate."

"A fact that we have established since the beginning of last year," Xavier scowled. "Look, the fact you got caught is what should be putting you at the edge. I know that ponce will come for you."

"Didn't you hear me yesterday? Let that bastard come," Ron huffed fiercely.

"Really? Ever after Snape warned you?" Xavier cocked an eyebrow. "I saw him enter the Great Hall right after you did." Ron didn't reply and instead chose to devour a sausage and three slices of bacon, contemplating his best mate's words.

"Just don't be as imprudent, ok? You normally think with your head, but there have been times when you've acted with your heart on your sleeve. You know how Slytherin is. You also don't want to fuck up your new friendships with your chess mates now, do you?" Xavier induced, and Ron nodded curtly. Of course, that's the last thing I want.

"I understand, mate," Ron replied, and he held out his hand. "Thanks for being by my side."

"Always, mate," Xavier responded, shaking Ron's hand firmly. "Anyways, how's Ginny and Luna?"

"They're good," Ron answered, his eyes drifting over to the other tables. Luna was surrounded by her Housemates who were all listening to her with their undivided attention. Ginny was eating with the twins and Percy. "I've asked Padma to watch over Luna and Hermione to do the same with Ginny. Makes me sleep at night, you know?"

"Good thinking on your part," Xavier nodded approvingly. "They're lucky to have you."

"So, how's the tome?" Ron asked, decided to change the subject as he was beginning to blush a little. "Have you delved into it?"

"The truth in the matter is… I haven't," Xavier responded, and Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, why not?" Ron asked curiously. "I thought you would be excited by the prospect."

"I dunno… I guess I was just feeling a little selfish if I was to use it all for myself, especially when the tome was gifted to the both of us," Xavier responded sheepishly.

"Don't be silly, mate," Ron chuckled. "Use it all you like. Just don't turn evil, that's all."

"It may be too late for that, mate," Xavier joked, and Ron smirked.

"Oh, bloody hell," Ron scowled, feeling the pockets of his robes. "I left my wand. I'll be back in a minute, mate."

"Sure thing," Xavier said, and Ron shot him a parting nod before exiting the Great Hall.

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

The Great Hall – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (8:25 a.m.)

Xavier watched as his red-haired best mate left the Great Hall and he went back to his breakfast. He promptly missed Malfoy signalling something to his cronies. He also ignored the persistent looks sent by his Slytherin coterie.

"Hey there, 'mate'," came a voice from behind Xavier and as he looked to his right, he was surprised to find Deandre taking a seat next to him. Valerie and Demelza took their seats parallel to the two boys, and Xavier cocked an eyebrow.

"What a pleasant surprise," Xavier drawled, looking between the three.

"Sorry about this, Xavier, we weren't trying to intrude or anything," Valerie cleared up with a smile. "We just saw you eating by yourself and decided to join you."

"I… appreciate it," Xavier decided to go with the flow.

"Had a dispute with your friends, huh?" Deandre questioned, pulling some toast onto his plate.

"Not really, but it's a long story, mate," Xavier replied, and he glanced at the House glass. "You guys have done a spectacular job of earning points. I'm sure Slytherin are delighted with you right now."

"Not me," Deandre replied after drowning some palatable pumpkin juice. "It's mainly Valerie and Demelza that earn the points. Hmm, that tastes nice."

"Well, I'm glad that you lot have assimilated into Hogwarts quite nicely," Xavier continued. "Has anyone given you much trouble?"

"No, not really," Demelza replied, her eyes fixated on Xavier. "Though one Slytherin referred to Deandre as a 'bloody yank'."

"Is that so, eh?" Xavier asked, and Deandre nodded, albeit he looked like he didn't really care. "I believe 'yank' is a term used towards Americans. It could be an insult or a term of endearment. Kind of like the way Australians use the word 'cunt'."

Deandre choked on his juice, while Valerie and Demelza's eyes widened. "What?" Xavier asked, confusion displayed on his face. "Oh wait, that's right. That word is used differently in your country. Guess it's another thing you're going to have to get used to. Us Brits love to swear, and that word is at the top of some of our lists."

"Y'all are so weird," Deandre shook his head, while Valerie and Demelza slowly regained their composure.

"You seem to have general knowledge about arbitrary topics," Demelza noted, and Xavier nodded.

"I read a lot. Having even the smallest facts of the most miscellaneous matters may come in handy," Xavier responded, and the three Americans just blinked at him. "Either way, the guy who called you a 'bloody yank' may just have a thing against Americans. However, I've already got a few theories in mind."

"Such as?" Valerie pressed; Xavier was far too intriguing to her.

"Well, for one, it's got to do with our two countries' magical history. Perhaps this anonymous Slytherin was trying to inflict irritation on Deandre since he's an American because of how the Dark Lady from the West was trying to gain forces in Magical Europe, starting with Magical Britain. I'm sure you lot know the story," Xavier provided aloofly.

"Of course," Demelza nodded, catching onto Xavier's thinking. "Lady Dysnomia was trying spread her movement to Magical Britain while she was seizing power from various states back home."

"Pfft, damn that motherfucker, I didn't even know what the word meant until now, so I couldn't care less of a shit," Deandre scoffed. "Besides that, it's been pretty good here. We didn't have to wait to get sorted to receive our wands. Y'all got it lucky."

"It could have been worse, Deandre," Valerie pointed out. "Before nineteen sixty-five, every witch and wizard had to carry a wand permit. It wouldn't be fun carrying around an official document everywhere you went."

"Wasn't that used to track all magical activity and to identify which wizard or which was infringing the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and specifically Rappaport's Law?" Xavier recalled.

"Yes, it was," Demelza nodded, impressed with the prodigy's knowledge of Magical America. "I believe we all just have a wand trace just like y'all do."

"I see," Xavier said, and he turned his head to the left to scan the Great Hall. Where the hell is Ron? What's taking him so long?

Xavier narrowed his eyes when he saw something peculiar. Malfoy was sitting by himself, and he was impatiently drumming his fingers on the table. Crabbe and Goyle were no longer accompanying him. Where did they go? Why does this look so off?

"So, what do you think, Xavier?" Valerie's soft voice filled his ears. Xavier turned back to the three Americans, only to find them gazing at him.

"Sorry, what was that?" Xavier asked, his eyes darting to Malfoy's figure.

"We were wondering if you would like to study with us sometime," Valerie proposed, and Xavier blinked at them.

"Yes, I know, you're probably alarmed that I even volunteered to be a part of this session of boredom," Deandre drawled, and the two girls huffed at him.

"You're behind on your work, Deandre," Demelza tutted disapprovingly. "You seriously need to catch up."

"Yeah, sure thing," Xavier nodded, and the three Americans beamed at him. "After all, I was hoping to learn more on healing magic, Valerie."

"Certainly," Valerie agreed, and Xavier nodded curtly before looking back at where Malfoy had been sitting not two minutes ago. He was gone. Something's wrong… Now Malfoy's gone…

"Hello? Earth to Xavier?" Deandre called out, and Xavier looked back at them.

"I'll catch you lot at Transfiguration, ok? I need to write to someone," Xavier stood up, wiping off some crumbs and without feeling the need to hear any responses, Xavier made his way to the exit of the Great Hall. Something bad is going to happen… I can feel it in my soul…

Daphne Greengrass' P.O.V:

The Great Hall – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (8:45 a.m.)

Daphne and her childhood friends watched attentively as Xavier departed the Great Hall in a hurry, a determined look plastered on his face. What's going on?

"Merlin knows what those two are up to," Theo muttered as if reading Daphne's thoughts.

"He looked like he needed to get somewhere quick," Millie noted, while Pansy and Tracey looked concerned.

"Something's wrong, you lot," Pansy pointed out. "Why hasn't Ron returned? Why did Xavier leave so quickly?"

"Stop fretting, Pans," Blaise ordered, his tone aloof as always. "Xavier just went to go check up on Ron, that's all." Though Daphne nodded along to what Blaise said, she knew that all her friends were worrying deep down. Why hadn't Ron returned?

"Even the three new students looked puzzled when Xavier just deserted them," Theo mentioned, and everyone glanced at the American trio. Why were they talking with Xavier? Is he friends with them? I've seen him and Valerie Robinson exchange a few words before…

An old feeling filled Daphne's soul and she didn't like it. It was akin to… jealousy? Why would she feel jealous? Daphne had no proof that Xavier was even friends with Valerie Robinson, and even if he was, so what? He could be friends with whoever he liked!

"If looks could kill," Tracey mumbled, and Daphne was torn out of her thoughts.

"Don't tell me you're feeling envious of Xavier's new friendship," Theo groaned; he despised jealousy as it was a stimulus for needless drama.

"No, it's not like that," Daphne denied, going back to her breakfast. Her friends stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging to themselves.

"Look, I don't like this ignoring nonsense, ok?" Pansy spoke up, breaking the silence. "I think it's just downright dumb. Ron didn't mean to say those words-"

"Sure, he didn't," Theo cut her off, rolling his eyes. "He was just joking, right?"

"You lot are being dramatic," Tracey huffed indignantly. "He didn't even call us cowards, he just stated that he wasn't one."

"Dramatic?" Daphne scoffed, placing her utensils back onto her plate. "He's the one being dramatic, Tracey! And he did insinuate that we were cowards by saying it indirectly. All of this is just because of his Gryffindor friends. He doesn't understand that they are bad news for him."

"Then what about Xavier?" Tracey argued. "He wasn't fazed by what Ron said and the two were eating breakfast together."

"That's because Ron wasn't calling him a coward," Theo claimed.

"Plus, they're each other's best friends, Trace," Daphne added, her tone slightly bitter. "They wouldn't leave each other's sides."

"Don't bother denying your envy this time, Daph," Blaise stated indifferently. "Even Crabbe and Goyle could detect the jealousy in your tone." I'm not jealous!

"Whatever," Daphne huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't be silly, Daphne… you know where your jealousy got you last year… it's a weak and dull trait for one to have, especially of your stature… you haven't even spoken to Xavier about what happened at your birthday party… what makes you think you guys have reached a new level of friendship?

"And they still haven't returned," Millie mentioned, starting to get bothered like Pansy and Tracey.

"They'll turn up for Transfiguration," Blaise reassured, though he sounded uncertain. "The bell's going to ring soon, I suggest we finish our breakfast." I hope nothing has happened to the two of them…

"No, I say we go find them right now!" Tracey opposed fiercely. "You know what I've just realised? Malfoy and his lackeys are gone! That can't be a coincidence!"

"You're right," Daphne noted, her heart starting to beat a little faster. Malfoy and his two mindless slaves weren't present at the table either. "What if-"

"Ugh, fine, for Merlin's sake! Let's go to the common room," Theo snapped, getting up from his seat and everyone followed suit.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Boy's Dorm – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (8:35 a.m.)

Ron zipped the flyer of his trousers and safely secured his wand in the inner pockets of his robes and shut the lid of his trunk. A knock came to his dorm door, and Ron replied, "Come in!" Probably Xavier wondering where the hell I've been.

"You shouldn't have ditched your breakfast for me, mate-"

Ron's words were cut short when a fist collided with the right side of his face and out of shock, he tumbled back onto his arse. The pain set in, and Ron rubbed the bump that was already forming, and he looked up. To his horror, it wasn't Xavier, but Crabbe and Goyle grinning maliciously with their fists raised.

"What the fuck?" –

The last thing Ron saw was everything going black.

Sometime later…

Ron's eyes slowly opened as his ears picked up movement. He was puzzled. What the fuck had happened?

"Where is he?" came a familiar voice.

"Over there," someone grunted.

"Nice work, Crabbe and Goyle."

Was that Malfoy? What the fuck is he doing here? What the hell's going on?

"How does it feel, blood-traitor?" Malfoy spat out, and Ron groaned when he felt his sternum get pummelled. "You think you can curse me and get away with it?"

"Fuck… you… cunt…" Ron rasped, and through his squinted eyes he could see the outline of three shapes, presumable Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Rot, blood-traitor! This is for stealing my friends, attacking me in public, cursing me and being a disease to the Noble House of Slytherin!" Malfoy barked loathingly, and Ron felt Malfoy spit at his face. Ron couldn't do anything. He was in agony all over. It was as if he was immobilized. Fuck… please… someone, help me…

Ron felt his vision suddenly fading away, and he knew what it meant. I'm having a vision!

Vision:

Ron found himself in a place he was unfamiliar with. It seemed like the outskirts of some muggle town, but Ron's eyes were fixed on a platinum-haired young man. Malfoy!

Ron approached the older counterpart of his archenemy, and Ron found himself astonished at what he was seeing. This older Malfoy was helping families onto a train desperately, instructing them to quickly board it whilst frequently looking over his shoulder. What's going on? What year is this?

Ron could see the distant flames engulfing the rubble of a town nearby and he had come to one conclusion: this scene was taking some time in the war that was imminent due to how Malfoy looked around nineteen or twenty. The Dark Lord had begun his attack God knows how long ago, but Ron was still starstruck by why Malfoy was aiding these muggles. After all, they had no wands or robes on them and wore muggle clothing, so Ron presumed that they were indeed muggles. What the fuck happened? Did Malfoy change? Is that even bloody possible?

"Tonks, secure these passengers," Malfoy called out, and Ron saw a pink-haired woman nodding firmly as she took Malfoy's place. Tonks? I swear I've heard Charlie say that name before…

"Remus!" Malfoy addressed, and Ron's heartbeat fastened. What the fuck?! Did he just say 'Remus'?!

To Ron's utter bewilderment, Remus approached Malfoy, his wand tightly in his hand and the two greeted each other as if they were old comrades. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! Why are Remus and Malfoy friends?!

"Remus, tell the driver to start moving, they'll be here any minute," Malfoy requested firmly, but Remus shook his head.

"I'll stay back, Draco. I want you to get on the train and go with them. I'll have solace in the fact that you will protect these poor people," Remus replied calmly.

"No, what if you get killed?!" Malfoy argued, not keen on Remus' idea at all.

"This werewolf still has some fight left in him, I assure you," Remus reassured, chuckling to himself. "I may look old and weary, but I have Moony on my side." Werewolf? What the fuck?

"Please, Remus-"

Screams erupted around Ron, and he spun around, looking at what the sudden commotion was about. His heart dropped when he noticed wizards in dark uniforms and skull-like masks storming toward Malfoy, Remus and the inhabitants on the train. Death-eaters!

"Go, I'll hold them off!" Malfoy yelled, and the train began to move. Ron could only watch with a loss for words. Remus grit his teeth but complied last minute as someone needed to guard the train. Ron found himself having a strong liking for this Malfoy. He was clearly on the good side; the question was how the fuck did he get there?

Ron watched as Malfoy brandished his wand and took a defensive stance against two death-eaters that were rapidly approaching him. One of them fired a spell that Ron had never seen before, but Malfoy blocked it with ease, impressing Ron thoroughly.

The death-eaters then revealed their identities, removing their masks and Ron's blood boiled furiously. It was Crabbe and Goyle. They had gone down the path of evil, while Malfoy had somehow surfaced to the path of good.

"Malfoy," Crabbe growled, spitting on the grass.

"Surprised to see you submissive fuckers are still alive," Malfoy spat out, causing to aggravate his two old 'friends'.

"Your father has been searching for you, Malfoy," Goyle grinned evilly, gripping his wand. "What a shame it will be when I must tell him that you've joined the pathetic Order of the Phoenix." Malfoy's part of the Order?!

"Not if you don't get back at all," Malfoy snarled. "Incarcerous!"

Goyle tried to dodge Malfoy's spell, but he failed poorly, causing himself to get tied by ropes and before Crabbe could aid him, Malfoy bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"

Goyle was no more. Ron fell back on his arse, his eyes widened from pure shock. Malfoy had really killed Goyle. Is that what had become of them all? Had war really done this to them?

"Goyle! AGHH!" Crabbe screamed in fury, pointing his wand at Malfoy, but Malfoy had beat him to it and chanted, "Sectum Sempra!"

Crabbe fell backwards as clean lacerations ripped through his body, and Ron struggled to breathe as he saw heaps of blood spurt out of the fat man's body. What spell was that?!

Malfoy slowly limped to Crabbe and towered over him, while Ron watched with bated breath, too shell-shocked to believe what he was seeing.

"You raped and killed those poor muggle girls without mercy," Malfoy whispered, his tone hostile and repulsed. "I'll see you in hell, old friend. Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding green light filled Ron's eyes and Crabbe was no more. His vision was starting to fade away, and Ron got one good look at Malfoy once more. Is this the Malfoy in the future? How did he change? I don't fucking understand…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (8:48 a.m.)

"Serpent," Xavier muttered, and the entrance to the Slytherin common room opened. Xavier dashed inside and looked around wildly, his hearth thumping strenuously. The common room was vacant. Had he been wrong? Did Malfoy and his gorillas even come to the Dungeons in the first place? I need to find Ron.

Xavier headed towards the Boy's Dormitories and once he navigated his way through the several dorms, his eyes fell on his own dorm, but something was off. The door was wide open, and he could hear sounds coming from his dorm. Is Ron not alone?

Xavier slowly crept to his dorm as silently as he could, and he could hear malevolent laughter reverberate throughout the whole vicinity. Xavier halted right by his dorm and peeked through the open doorway. Xavier found Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing at someone's unconscious figure. It was Ron. And he was bleeding heavily. There were bruises all over his face, and Xavier stared at him for a few seconds before all he saw was red. WHAT THE FUCK?!

Xavier stormed into the room, catching Malfoy and his goons off guard and within a second, Xavier connected his fist with Malfoy's jaw. They all heard a grotesque crack, and Malfoy fell to the ground screaming.

"YOU FUCKING CUNTS!" Xavier roared ballistically, repeatedly kicking Malfoy's ribs. The platinum-haired boy shrieked for help, begging for mercy, but Xavier spat on his face, followed by a knee to the neck. "FUCKING MAGGOT!"

Xavier then felt someone land a mean punch to his right side, and he stumbled back before realising that Crabbe and Goyle were still there. They were holding their shaking fists up, staring at Xavier with trepidation.

"You fucking want some, eh?" Xavier snarled rabidly, and he charged at Goyle, aiming his fist at the bulky boy's nose. Goyle yelped and tried to outrun Xavier, but the dark-skinned prodigy was far too quick for Goyle and ended up colliding his fist into the back of Goyle's head, which he knew was a horrible spot to hit, but Xavier couldn't give a fuck.

With Goyle rolling all over the floor, crying boisterously, Xavier locked eyes with Crabbe and the fat boy growled at Xavier, swinging at him desperately, and Xavier dodged madly before elbowing Crabbe to the face. The impact of Xavier's elbow resulted in Crabbe losing a tooth. The fat boy wailed as his blood ran down his chin. YOU FAT UGLY FUCK!

"You fucking bastards! Thought you cunts could get away with this shit, eh?!" Xavier boomed, aiming a kick at Goyle's head and it caused the big boy to moan excruciatingly. Unbeknownst to them all, Xavier's eyes were flashing crimson red. Xavier hadn't felt this amount of rage in so long. It was strangely familiar… the pulsating warmth of vengeance that gripped his soul… it all felt like a nightmarish echo from the past.

The red orbs vanished when footsteps suddenly came racing at the doorway and Xavier heard several gasps. He slowly looked around and found his Slytherin friends and Professor Snape at the doorway to his dorm.

"Explain yourself, Mr. Desmond!" Snape snapped, his voice loud and authoritative.

"These fuckers ambuscaded Ron!" Xavier growled, not caring in the slightest that he was raising his voice at his favourite professor. "Look at him!"

Snape and his friends slowly turned to see Ron's unconscious form, and the girls immediately ran to him and crouched beside his figure, while Snape towered over them, muttering some enchantment under his breath.

"Ron!" Daphne exclaimed, while Millie had a horrified look etched on her face. Tracey and Pansy had gone terribly pale, and they looked away, unable to comprehend Ron's beaten state.

Xavier, breathing erratically, turned back to Theo and Blaise who were frozen with shock, staring at Xavier with equal looks of apprehension. Xavier disregarded the pain in his right fist and collapsed onto his bed, still panting with ire.

"Mr. Nott, Mr. Zabini and Ms. Bulstrode, please take Mr. Weasley to the Hospital Wing immediately," Snape ordered, his tone cold, calm and collected. Theo and Blaise broke out of their trance and did what they were told, placing Ron's arms around their neck. Millie jumped into action and supported Ron's physique. The three then took Ron and left the room. Xavier watched as Snape strode over to his godson, Crabbe and Goyle and inspected them closely. Fuck this…

Xavier got up from his bed and without another thought, he walked out of his dorm, opting to leave the common room. He barely registered that Daphne, Tracey and Pansy were on his tail.

"Xavier, wait… Xavier… Xavier!" Daphne called out shakily, her voice rising with every word, and Xavier stopped abruptly.

"I don't want to hear you berate me, Daphne," Xavier spoke bluntly, his tone eerily quiet. "I have no regrets whatsoever of what I have done."

"We understand," Tracey replied softly, and Xavier could hear all three of them sniffling. "They ambushed Ron and beat him to a pulp."

"Then you'll sympathise with Ron and agree with my current actions," Xavier concluded, and he simply walked off, leaving the three girls to comfort one another. Fuck you, Malfoy… if you and your two fat fucks come anywhere near Ron or my friends again, I'll make it my life's mission to fuck you over… after all, I have The Grim on my side… Beware me greatly…

Theodore Nott's P.O.V:

Hospital Wing – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (5:00 p.m.)

As soon as the last class of the day, Potions, had ended, Theo and his friends had trekked to the Hospital Wing, feeling tenacious in waiting for Ron to wake up from his current state.

The day had been a disaster of sorts for Theo and his friends. All the girls, save for Mille, were inundated and couldn't concentrate in class as they would keep tearing up at the thought of Ron's contusions. Millie was simply vexed by what she had seen, and Theo caught her clenching her fist numerous times in Transfiguration. As for Theo and Blaise, they hid their emotions with a look of indifference. However, behind their masks, they both felt equally incensed and… disappointed. How could have Malfoy steeped this low?

Theo wasn't an idiot; in fact, he was one of the more guile and strategic individuals in the group. He knew that Malfoy would never let the likes of a 'blood-traitor' succeed him in every endeavour. However, physically assaulting Ron was never an option that Theo, Blaise or even the girls ever believed that Malfoy would procure. He had gone too far. Theo didn't even care if it was hypocritical; yes, Ron had cursed him, but there had been a reason for it. And even though, Theo had been somewhat bothered by Ron's indirect message of calling him and the others out as cowards, Ron had been correct when it came to Tracey. What would they have done if Tracey had been called that slur? It had happened before. However, Theo didn't know if he could have negotiated with Malfoy calmly this time around if he had denigrated Tracey.

When the short, fifteen-minute break between Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic had allowed for Theo and his friends to rest, Tracey and Pansy had turned on the group, arguing angrily with the fact that they all could have prevented this if they hadn't deserted Ron so conceitedly. Things were now a little stained between them all, ironically being that Ron was the primary source of glue that held them together, even when they had ditched him for a week.

The group hadn't seen Xavier in class as they knew he was excused from classes for the entire day. Not even Merlin knew where that ominous anomaly had disappeared off to. Theo wasn't ashamed to openly say that he had feared Xavier in the very moment of arriving at their dorm room. Their dark-skinned friend had been hovering between a quintet of injured people, his back turned to the group and Professor Snape. Theo had the peculiar vibe that Xavier was pure vile at that moment and his instincts were begging him to retreat.

One of the girl's sniffles brought Theo back to the present moment and he rubbed his forehead tiredly. He was glad to see that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been discharged earlier because the thought of seeing those three filled Theo with unimaginable wrath. Perhaps he was sated with how Xavier had got to them first and had lost his shit, beating them all savagely.

Everyone ceased their movements when Ron turned his head, resulting in a small crack. Their red-haired friend slowly opened his eyes, taking in the faces of his friends and he smiled weakly.

"Theo… Blaise…" Ron rasped, prompting Theo and Blaise to immediately get off their chairs. They inched closer to Ron's bed, while the girls surrounded the other side.

"We're here, Ron…" Theo replied with relief, and Ron feebly poked out his hand from the sheets. Theo took hold of it, feeling the warmth of it encourage the tips of his own fingers. "It hurts… please…"

"Don't worry, mate," Blaise spoke up, looking over Theo's shoulder. His tone was soothing, a tone that they were all unfamiliar with. "It'll all be better soon, I promise."

Ron slowly turned his head to face the girls and then back at Theo and Blaise. An apologetic, downtrodden expression adorned Ron's bruised face.

"I'm so… I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Ron whispered, and Theo clenched his teeth, determined to not cry. Blaise held a stoic look, while each of the girls were tearing up. "I'm so damn sorry… I was angry and sad… I didn't mean to call you lot… cowards…"

"Shh, shh, Ron," Daphne whispered comfortingly, her resolve breaking by the second. "We forgive you… we're sorry too…"

"We're so sorry, mate…" Theo responded, his eyes starting to sting. "We left you… for a week… it was so stupid of us…" Don't ever leave him again, Theo. Ron might have the best thing that's happened to you.

"No… don't blame yourselves… I take you all for granted sometimes… you deserved better…" Ron wheezed distantly, his eyes dozing off. Theo couldn't take seeing him like that anymore. Theo squeezed Ron's hand and then released it, swiftly turning on his heel and he began walking away, feeling that looking at his red-haired friend any longer would be unbearable and Theo balled his fists, his veins popping strongly. Damn you, Malfoy… what you did was irredeemable… I no longer care about you, nor will I support the idea of your redemption… I know that ship has sailed long ago… I was just too naïve to accept it…

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Hospital Wing - Friday, September 12th, 1992 (7:00 p.m.)

Though Ron was secluded in a bed in the Infirmary with no visitors to converse with, he was zoned out, cerebrating what his latest vision had showcased him this time. Remus is a werewolf… Malfoy is part of the Order when's he older… He's most likely utilising dark spells, yet he's on our side… maybe having a foot into the region of darker spells will be vital and advantageous…

For one, Remus' implication of being a werewolf did indeed have its truthiness in the basis, now that Ron pondered about it. Why did Remus have those scars? Why was he always getting inexplicably sick every month?

However, Ron was no longer the boy he was all so long ago. As a child, hearing wicked stories of malicious werewolves formed the idea that werewolves were menacing creatures and should be avoided at costs, especially on a full moon. Yet, Ron couldn't help but feel awed that his family had befriended a werewolf. This one deviated from stereotypical werewolves, and Ron was not revolted nor afraid by Remus' revelation at all. Remus was a humble, generous and brilliant man, and Ron could only imagine the sufferings Remus went through every month from the beginning of his transition to a werewolf. All Ron was certain of was that he would keep Remus' secret to the grave, if required.

The second matter of Ron's vision left him heavily discombobulated. How could Draco bloody Malfoy join the good side?! Sure, he was nineteen or twenty in Ron's vision and so some time had passed for a possible self-salvation, but Ron couldn't see any clear pathways. He also esteemed the Malfoy in his vision. Malfoy had clearly adopted new values and was against the discrimination of muggles. Ron chuckled darkly to himself. Oh, how the Universe loved to fuck with him. Who else could say they had been brutally bashed by an archenemy only to have a vision of him simultaneously, displaying a more refined, good-hearted version? Ron simply didn't know what to think of it and he detested that he had no answers.

The doors to the Infirmary opened with a creak, and Ron's eyes fell on Xavier's approaching figure.

"Hullo," Ron greeted, smiling at his best friend.

"Hey, Ron," Xavier sighed, pulling a chair from the corner and he seated himself by Ron's bed. "Ever thought of asking Madam Pomfrey to permanently reserve a bed for you?"

"That's an ingenious idea," Ron laughed, and Xavier smiled a little. "You look buggered, mate."

"I was in the duelling room all day," Xavier answered, his fingers playing with his dreadlocks. "I was excused from attending all classes."

"Yeah, I heard about everything," Ron replied, and a moment of silence fell between them. "What happened to being more prudent, eh?"

"Shut up, Weasley," Xavier feigned a scowl, and Ron chuckled. "I know, it all seems so hypocritical now. But I just fucking lost my shit when I saw you lying on the floor of our dorm, mate. I couldn't keep my calm demeanour this time."

"Yeah, I can only imagine," Ron sighed, his smile disappearing. "I would have killed Malfoy and his two gorillas without a second thought if I had seen you or any of our friends on the floor like I was."

"Utter dickhead," Xavier muttered, shaking his head at the thought of Malfoy. "I just remember feeling very bizarre, Ron. You were gone for a while, and Malfoy was sitting by himself at the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle had vanished. Once Malfoy departed, I had to follow him."

"I guess I must attribute your acumen and quick eye for suspicious behaviour for me not attaining any further injuries… thank you, brother," Ron responded gratefully, but Xavier waved his words aside.

"Don't mention it, brother," Xavier replied tiredly. "I know you would have done the same for me."

Ron shifted one of his pillows. "I hope you weren't punished too severely."

"We all got detentions, I believe," Xavier apprised, leaning back on his chair.

"That's it?" Ron shot Xavier an incredulous look. Xavier nodded truthfully. "Wow… maybe Snape was just too torn to place punishments as everyone involved was a Slytherin and Malfoy is his godson."

"Yeah, maybe," Xavier mumbled distantly. "Either way, I have no regrets at all. Those cunts deserved every part of what I did to them. I wasn't going to let them get away with this so easily, mate."

"I understand completely," Ron said firmly. "I say we move on from this, we shouldn't keep reflecting over today's events."

"A wise idea, mate," Xavier concurred. Silence engulfed the two Slytherin prodigies. I think it's time to change… time to make progress…

"Xavier," Ron started, and Xavier directed his focus at his best friend. "I think I want to learn some spells from the tome."

"Care to elaborate why?" Xavier questioned curiously.

"I dunno, mate… I've been thinking about our talk when I got to see you at St. Mungo's for the first time since your awakening. We promised each other to do better, remember?" Ron reminded, and Xavier nodded tersely. "I think that having knowledge of these darker spells will benefit us greatly."

"Well, I'm relieved to know that you've had a change of mind," Xavier responded, his brow furrowed. "I'm keen to start looking at the tome soon."

"Good," Ron nodded briskly. "If we are to elevate ourselves, having a larger arsenal of spells and knowledge will contribute immensely. After all, who knows what the future holds, eh? Coming from Slytherin, we'll be acquainted with individuals who are more likely to explore the dark arts than those from the other Houses."

"We mustn't let the dark arts corrupt our minds, I guess," Xavier noted. "My father was known for his preference of ruthless spells to combat death-eaters, and he fought intending to bring the face of evil down, didn't he?"

"Exactly my point," Ron nodded fervently, wincing slightly from the soreness in his neck. "We can channel all of this for the greater good."

"Well said, my friend," Xavier said, and the two boys shook hands on it. "Even Theo and Blaise have some footing in what we are about to immerse ourselves in. The libraries in their manors are probably crammed with tomes and grimoires of the dark arts." Most definitely, especially in Theo's case. I wouldn't be surprised if a tome of the dark arts tumbled out Lord Nott's arse or something.

"Your siblings and the Golden Trio will be here soon," Xavier informed, and Ron nodded.

"Do they know?" Ron asked, and Xavier shook his head. Excellent.

"It's up to you, mate. You tell them what you want them to hear," Xavier presented. I'll lie, it will be the most suitable choice.

"I'm presuming you will lie," Xavier drawled, and Ron nodded. "Fair enough, you shouldn't have them targeting Malfoy more relentlessly. Notably the twins."

"I reckon we should fly around sometime after I'm discharged from this ruddy bed," Ron suddenly suggested thoughtfully. "We always abscond to the duelling room when we want to avoid any pressing matters or to utilize our time. Sirius didn't buy us elite brooms to stash away in our trunks."

"Your head is filled with great ideas," Xavier smirked. "Maybe, I'll have to thank Malfoy-"

"Shove it, tosser," Ron cut off, causing Xavier to bark out a laugh.

"But you're right, we haven't even touched our brooms," Xavier said once he regained his composure. "We'll fly around in the mornings after our runs or something. Whenever you'd like, mate."

"That sounds great," Ron concluded, a smile gracing his visage.

Severus Snape's P.O.V:

Headmaster's Office – Friday, September 12th, 1992 (9 p.m.)

Severus, exhausted from the day's unfortunate events, collapsed into a chair in front of his mentor's desk. Albus was stroking Fawkes' chin lovingly, and the old man focused on Severus.

"Have you eaten, dear boy?" Albus asked, and Severus ignored his question. Food was the last thing on his mind today.

"I'm sure you've heard of the catastrophe that took place in the Slytherin Boy's Dormitories," Severus started; he needed a cold drink.

"The cycle of angst, anger and quarrels continues in teenagers," Albus noted, smiling sadly. "Did you deal with your students accordingly?"

"For now, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe, and Mr. Goyle are bedridden," Severus answered, flicking a hair of his forehead. "Mr. Desmond has been served a detention tomorrow evening. Once the other four boys have recuperated, I will serve them their appropriate consequences." Draco… why were you so foolish?

Severus had the feeling that his godson would retaliate, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, Severus knew that Lucius had warned Draco several times over the holidays to be more judicious with his acts.

When Severus had seen Vincent leave the table first, followed by Gregory after a few minutes, his instincts were itching for him to make a move. But Draco hadn't moved at all, and Severus had been dragged into a conversation with Minerva and Irma, which made him miss Draco's departure. He also missed Xavier's hurried parting. It was only when he realised that both his godson and his old friend's child were missing that he excused himself from breakfast. Clearly, Ronald and Xavier's friends had a similar idea as they accompanied him.

Upon arriving at the Boy's Dormitories, Severus swore he had seen something off about Xavier's eyes. Like two red lights, marked with evil intent. Severus knew he must have been imagining things as he blinked, the crimson had disappeared.

"Speak your mind, my boy," Albus' voice brought Severus back to the present. "I can feel that you're bothered."

"Of course, I'm bothered, Albus," Severus scowled. "You should have seen Ronald's body. Draco and his two accomplices had beaten the boy to an inch of his life. And there's Xavier, reminding me very much of his father's presence back when we were in our fifth year."

"Yes, that was a grave time for Caesarius," Albus nodded sincerely, remembering how vindictive, cold and detached Caesar had become upon hearing the news of his family's death.

"Xavier had attacked all three of them viciously and I even had the thought to stun him and restrain him, Albus," Severus admitted, rubbing his forehead. "I don't know if this fury emanated from the dark wave of magic that you've felt from his core before, but I've never seen him act so violent before."

"I understand, Xavier is quite usually an individual who displays equanimity," Albus concurred, his brow furrowed.

"I've already dispatched a letter to Lucius, advising him to restrain Draco from any further actions," Severus informed, and Albus nodded.

"I'm sure that you are heavily disappointed with your godson's actions, Severus," Albus started, stroking his beard. "But we both know that he is trying to live up to his father's expectations, and in essence, trying to become a mere clone of Lucius. But you must guide young Draco. I can only see him digressing further down a rabbit hole of hatred, bitterness and jealousy. We cannot risk this. Draco is only a boy, after all."

Snape nodded curtly. I will make sure Draco does not become like his father or myself… he deserves better than this… I will make sure of it!

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

The Great Hall – Saturday, September 13th, 1992 (8 a.m.)

As Ron and Xavier set foot into the Great Hall, Professor Snape entered their peripheral vision, towering over them and they halted in their tracks. Ah, shit…

"Stay right here. You three," Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle turned their heads to Snape. "Follow me. Now."

Malfoy and his goons exchanged looks, while Ron and Xavier shared a look of knowing. Their friends shot them worried looks. The five Slytherins followed Professor Snape in silence to his office and they dared not to even glance at one another.

Once inside, Professor Snape gestured for them to sit in front of his desk and they obliged without another thought. The tension was palpable, and Ron braced himself for Snape's imminent lecture. Here we bloody go…

"You may all have a good idea of why I have summoned you to my office this fine morning," Snape began, his voice indifferent as usual. "Am I wrong in this statement?"

Everyone shook their heads, their gazes averted like guilty children. "Look at me."

They dubiously looked up at Snape's menacing form and dared not to even blink. "You five have orchestrated foolish and spiteful actions in order to settle some childish quarrels," Snape said darkly. Ron's eyes were starting to water from not blinking. "I order you all to restrain any contact from this moment on. If you cannot control your hostilities, then you must ignore each other's presence completely."

"Sounds fine by me," Malfoy smirked.

"Silence!" Professor Snape snapped loudly, causing everyone to jump up out of fear. Malfoy's smirk vanished instantly. "I have already informed your father of your brutish actions, so do expect his words very soon." Malfoy paled several at that particular news.

"You have all endangered the House's reputation and it is by pure luck that no one else had to witness the barbarity of your behaviours," Snape harangued harshly, his cold eyes flickering over to Xavier. "This is the last time I will hear of this utter nonsense, is that understood?"

Everyone nodded vigorously, eager to get away from Snape's vicinity. "I expect that everyone attends their assigned detentions tonight. Let this be a lesson for you all. Next time, expulsion will be the only option that I will seek." Fuck me…

"Yes, professor," they chorused weakly.

"Get out of my sight," Snape snarled. "And keep my words in your mind. I will not be so lenient next time." You call this leniency?

Ron, Xavier, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all stood up simultaneously and departed the room at once. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle left to the Great Hall, not before sending the two prodigies looks of scorn. Ron and Xavier made sure to present them with their most malevolent death glares before heading to the Slytherin Common Room.

"I think I want to fly," Ron mumbled.

"That makes the two of us, mate," Xavier agreed in a low voice. "I've been craving it since yesterday."

"Then let's fucking do it," Ron said resolutely.

The duo retrieved their elite brooms and set out to the grounds of Hogwarts. There, the two lifted off into the air and flew their stress off, chasing one another and feeling the gushes of wind unlock a sense of liberty in their souls as they whizzed jubilantly. It had been a hassle of a first few days at Hogwarts. Problems came and went. But both felt that the moment was now pure. It was all they needed.