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The Seventh Son	By : TomOfDC Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 11227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I feel that there is not enough Ron and Hermione story, so I am writing another one. This is my third story on this site and this will have many chapters. This is a Ron and Hermione story.

(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is for amusement, not profit.)

The Seventh Son

Ch.1:

The Coming of Age

            Ron was now waking up and all of a sudden, he felt pain in his head. His ears were ringing and he desperately wanted it to stop. Before he did anything, he heard voices surrounding him.

            “Is he okay?” One voice asked while the other said, “I think he’s waking up, guys!”

            “Ron. Ron!” A male voice yelled into his ear and Ron recognized the voice as his best mate, Harry Potter.

            This just felt extremely embarrassing for Ronald Weasley. It was only a few hours earlier that Ron had woken up in his bed in the boys’ dormitory. Today was his birthday and he had just turned of age today. Just a few minutes ago, his girlfriend, Lavender Brown, had snogged him furiously because of his birthday. As soon as she let him go, he felt something strange feeling in his stomach and all of a sudden, all he felt was pain in his head before blacking out.

            Ron groaned out loud as the pain in his head intensified. “He’s awake! Help me with Ron; we need to take him to Madam Pomfrey!” Harry yelled to whoever was in the same room as Harry.

            Ron felt several feet touching the sides of his body and then he felt hands on his foot and arms as he was lifted up into the air. He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids still felt too heavy to open. “Why are we carrying him?” A boy, Ron recognized the voice as Seamus’s, asked.

            “Oh! Yeah, that’ll be easier. Wingardium Leviosa!” Harry’s voice muttered the spell as Ron felt himself floating away from the hands that had just been holding him. “Definitely a lot easier,” Harry said as Ron felt himself moving forward in the air.

            “Harry, watch out for the wall!” Ron heard a boy yell, but before he could try to think why the boy had just yelled that, his head moved forward and right into a wall, hard. The impact was enough to knock him out once again. “Damn it.” Harry muttered.

            Ron groaned inwardly as he came back from his unconscious state. He could feel that he was currently lying on a bed. This time, Ron groaned out loud as he shifted to get into a more comfortable position.

            “Welcome back, Mr. Weasley.” The voice of Madam Pomfrey broke the silence. Ron turned his head towards the source of the voice and slowly opened his eyes, finding it not so heavy anymore.

            As Ron opened his eyes, he could see Madam Pomfrey in front of him looking over Ron. Also, behind Pomfrey were Harry, Ginny and Professor Dumbledore. He felt a pang of sadness that Hermione wasn’t in the room, but he knew he deserved it anyways.

            “Mr. Weasley, do you feel any pain or discomfort?” Madam Pomfrey asked and Ron turned his head towards her.

            “No, actually I feel all better. My head doesn’t hurt anymore, I just feel a little tired, is all.”

            Madam Pomfrey nodded and took out her wand. She then waved it over his body and Ron felt strange sensations going through his body. After she stopped waving, she turned to Ron and said, “Well, looks like there is nothing wrong with you at all. I would still rather you stay here overnight; however, I can’t do that right now, so you are free to go.”

            Ron let out a relieved breath as he thanked Madam Pomfrey. “Mr. Weasley, if you can, will you follow me?” Dumbledore asked. Ron scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, but nodded and slowly struggled to get out of bed. Fortunately, his best mate, Harry Potter, came forward and helped him out of bed.

            Ron groaned as his foot hit the solid ground. His whole weight was on his foot and he felt like he was going to fall forward to the ground any moment soon. Harry noticed and kept helping Ron to follow Dumbledore.

            Nearly 10 minutes later, they arrived at the entrance of Dumbledore’s office. Professor Dumbledore muttered the password and the statue of a Gargoyle moved to let them all in.

            To Ron’s shock, his mother was sitting in a chair in front of the desk of the office. “Ronnie!” His mum shrieked and rose from the chair to grab Ron in a crushing hug.

            “Gerrof, mum!” Ron grumbled and tried prying his mother off him. His mum eventually let go of Ron and began fussing over him.

            Fortunately, Dumbledore took this moment to break the silence. “Mrs. Weasley, your son is perfectly fine. Mr. Potter, thank you for helping Ron up here. However, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to leave for this is a private conversation between us.” Harry nodded slowly and turned to leave the office. “Now, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, will you take your seats here in front of the desk. Thank you.” Dumbledore said as he took a seat in his chair behind the desk.

            Ron was fidgeting in his seat, wondering what he had done wrong to have his own mother come to the school. Dumbledore noticed this, “Don’t worry, Mr. Weasley, you are not in any trouble.” Ron calmed down after that and waited for Dumbledore to begin talking.

            “I am sure you both are wondering why you are here? Mrs. Weasley, I do have a question to ask you and you will not like it. I know it’s your own personal business, but have you ever had miscarriage?” Dumbledore asked.

            His mother’s face paled considerably and Ron was confused. He wondered if it was true or not, but he had never heard of anything about that. So, he turned to look at his mum and wait for her answer.

            His mum finally sighed out loud and opened her mouth to reply, “Yes, Albus, I did have a miscarriage after I had Bill. It was unfortunate and I was only 5 months pregnant.”

            “I’m sorry to hear about that, Mrs. Weasley, but I do have another question. Did you ever find the gender of your child?” Dumbledore asked.

            His mum nodded and replied, “Yes, it was a boy. Why? Is that important?” Ron couldn’t believe that she had a miscarriage and that he never even heard about it ever.

            “I believe that has just confirmed my suspicions. I have seen a very similar case of what just had happened to Mr. Weasley today. Mr. Weasley, have you ever heard of the supposed Myth called The Seventh Son?” Dumbledore was looking straight at Ron when he asked this.

            Ron nodded in reply and Dumbledore then continued, “Well, there was another person I knew about 60 years ago. He was a part of a large family as well and he was also the seventh son of the family. The only way this Myth works is that you have to be the 7^th straight son or daughter; so, either seven sons in a row or seven daughters in a row. It is very rare, but I think that is exactly what happened to you, Mr. Weasley. The other person that I knew had special powers and he got it when he turned of age.”

            Ron didn’t move for several moments since he was in shock at what Dumbledore had just said. He then replied, “Sir, who was this other person?”

            Dumbledore smiled sadly, “He was one of my students when I was a teacher here at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, he was found dead on the grounds of the school. It is still unknown what happened to him, but it was not because of his powers. You don’t need to worry about that, Mr. Weasley. What I really want to talk to you about is control. It is unknown what type of powers you will gain because it has differed many times throughout history. The boy that I taught could do amazing things. He was very powerful in doing wandless magic and it was because of his powers. I suspected there were other powers he had, but he never revealed them and no one ever found out what they were. All I can ask you is that when you do find out what powers you have, I want you to practice on controlling them because if you don’t, they will get out of control and overwhelm you. You got that, Mr. Weasley?”

            After leaving Dumbledore’s office, Ron Weasley felt hungry. He knew it was around lunch time, so he decided to go down to the Great Hall.

            He arrived in the Great Hall and almost every student in the Great Hall stopped talking at the sight of Ron Weasley standing in the entrance. He knew they had heard what happened to him earlier, so Ron flushed in embarrassment. Nevertheless, he continued his way over to the Gryffindor’s table, ignoring Draco Malfoy’s laughter.

            Ron continued until he reached Harry and his sister, Ginny, who was sitting next to Hermione on the other side of the table. Ron sat down next to Harry, greeting all three of them. Harry and Ginny replied, but Hermione didn’t look up at him, although she did look worried about something.

            “So, what happened in the meeting?” Harry’s voice broke into his thoughts.

            Ron turned to look at him, “I’m sorry; Harry, but I can’t tell you about it right now. I’m still thinking about it and I really don’t know what to think of it, but I’ll tell you someday soon.”

            Harry looked upset for a moment, before nodding his head. Hermione looked like she wanted to ask him, but she kept her mouth shut. Ron looked down and reached over for food.

            Ten minutes later, he was currently on his third helping when he heard a loud laughter come from Draco Malfoy who was currently pointing at him. Ron was now getting pissed off for being looked at as if he was a freak.

Ron looked straight at Malfoy’s face and thought, “I wish you would hit yourself. Hit yourself!” As soon as those words entered his thoughts, Draco suddenly stilled for a moment and then punched himself right in the face!

“Ow!” Draco whined as his mates, Crabbe and Goyle, looked on as if confused at why Draco Malfoy just had punched himself in the face.

Ron’s eyes bulged, thinking that was too much of a coincidence. Ron was now wondering if he was showing signs of his power and wondered if he could tell someone what to do by just thinking of it.

To test it out, he looked over at Hermione who was currently wiping off spicy mustard off her fingers. Before she could wipe it all off, Ron thought hard as he looked straight at Hermione, “Suck on your fingers and lick it off slowly!” Suddenly, Hermione dropped the napkin and brought her finger to her lips and stuck out a tongue and swirled her tongue on her finger slowly before putting it in her mouth and sucking on her finger for a few seconds before pulling it out. She looked confused at her finger, but then shook her head before resuming eating her food. Ron looked on, definitely turned on by her actions, and only two words entered his mind, “Holy Shite!”

A/N: I know there wasn’t really anything sexual going on, but this was just a set-up chapter to the story.
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