The Blood of Ronald Weasley

I have never been nor will I ever be JKR.  It's a bummer, I know, but please read my fic anyway.  Thanks to my gal pals (copyright 2002 by Lizzie D.) for putting up with my fanfiction addiction.  This takes place during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's seventh year.  Well, here goes…

CHAPTER ONE: THE SUMMONS

            Harry received a small note via owl at breakfast.  He was puzzled because he had received a letter from Sirius yesterday and one from Lupin the day before.  They said they were both safe and sound, even though Harry knew they were stretching the truth.  They were on an undercover mission spying on the few followers of Voldemort's that were left.  He noticed that Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville had each received a note as well.  He tore open the letter and read:

            Harry—

            Please report to my office at seven p.m. this evening.  It is extremely important you are punctual.  Do not mention this summons to anyone except Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley, or Mr. Longbottom.  If you discuss it, please do so in private.

                                                                        Professor Dumbledore

            Harry looked up and caught Ron's eye.  He looked a little bewildered.  Hermione rose from her seat and whispered something in Neville's ear.  Then she did the same to Ron, Ginny, and finally whispered to Harry, "Common room in five minutes.  Leave the hall alone."

            Harry watched Hermione make her way out of the Great Hall, and he saw Neville follow a minute later.  Ron got up after Neville disappeared up the staircase, and Harry followed soon after.

            On his way up to Gryffindor Tower, Harry worried himself over what Dumbledore wanted.  Voldemort was dead.  Well, perhaps not dead, but out of commission forever.  He had witnessed that last year.  It still pained him to think about it, but the scars were healing.  He knew that some of Voldemort's more radical followers were still out there, avoiding Aurors and causing as much trouble as they could in such a situation.  But what did that have to do with him, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Neville?

            He entered the common room and found the other four sitting in a corner, talking quietly.  He crossed the room and sat on the sofa next to Ginny.  She kissed him hello, and snuggled up next to him.  Ron scowled a little, but remembered himself and instead said, "So, what do you make of these letters?"

            "I think that Dumbledore has a special assignment for us, don't you agree Harry?"  Hermione asked.

            "Dunno.  What could he want us to do?  We're students after all.  And after last year…" he trailed off.  Voldemort had kidnapped Ginny and Hermione in hopes of baiting Ron and Harry.  It was two weeks before they heard anything.  Two long, agonizing weeks.  At that point, Voldemort was losing supporters as the Ministry continued to hold up the resistance effort.  As a result he was making hasty decisions and desperate moves.  Ginny and Hermione managed to escape, although just barely.  One night at dinner, they stumbled into the Great hall and collapsed, exhausted mentally and physically from the strain. Though the girls eventually recovered, Ron was never quite the same. He came so close to losing the two women he loved most that he was still very concerned for their safety.  After a few more months of picking Voldemort's order apart, Dumbledore finally launched the attack.  Hermione and Ginny volunteered to be the bait, much to Harry and Ron's objections.  Harry had just started dating Ginny the beginning of sixth year, then almost lost her when she was kidnapped, but they insisted and Dumbledore could do nothing to dissuade them.  The plan was successful thanks to the combined efforts of the Ministry, Snape, Lupin, and Sirius.  Now what was this summons about?  Harry thought.

            Hermione saw the worried look on Harry's face and said, "Harry, worry is an interest paid on trouble before it falls due."

            "Hermione's right, darling," Ginny blushed at the slip, "don't worry until there's something to worry about."

Thanks to Contessa for her help.  What Hermione said about worrying, that I got off a tea bag.  I've been dying to use it.