Chapter 112 - My SI Stash #12 - Voleur D'âme by Twubs (Harry Potter)

-SI HP Fic for Siddharth_sirsate~ SI as Ron Weasley, he'll be dealing with a more scary and eccentric Dumbledore! Oh and also some angst

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Sypnosis: A soul from our world is thrown into the body of Ron Weasley in the exact moment that Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Teenage hormones, dark lords, and missing memories is a hell of a combination. SI

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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)

Everyone in the great hall sat wide-eyed and slack-jawed as the Goblet of Fire spit out a fourth piece of parchment.

Dumbledore plucked it out of the air, and at the same time, Ronald Billius Weasley had twenty-four years worth of memories shoved into his brain.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore said reading the name on the paper.

The hall quieted immediately and all eyes were trained on the boy-who-lived. No one noticed the red-head who sat beside him with his head down. If they were able to see they would notice that only the white of his eyes were showing.

The rare few who could sense magic would have felt a dramatic spike in the direction of Harry Potter, the sort that normally resulted in accidental magic. They would toss it up to his reaction at hearing his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire, not knowing that it was actually the person to his right that was the cause of the chaotic magic.

I didn't snap out of my trance until Harry was already walking to join the other champions. If anyone would have paid attention they would have noticed a look of recognition followed by a myriad of emotions ranging from horror to excitement on my face.

I tried to think about what just happened and found it hard to grasp. I just merged? with another person from a completely different universe, or maybe dimension would be a better description.

My name is Ron Billius Weasley, but I have gone by another, in another life.

I can't remember my name. My brain supplied after trying to remember for a few seconds.

I can remember almost everything else, my sense of self, my personality, the faces of family and friends, grade school, college, a.d.u.l.t life, love, loss, a whole other life of memories. But no names, only feelings, it was ...frustrating.

I was brought out of my self reflection by everyone getting up from their seats and heading towards the door.

"Can you believe the git?" "How did he do it?" "Glory hog."

Everyone seemed to be talking about Harry's name coming out of the cup.

"How do you think he did it?" I heard next to me as I was walking. Hermione.

"You think he did?" I answered almost immediately.

Her face scrunched up, obviously not considering the possibility that he hadn't. "You don't think he did?" She asked finally.

"No I don't. The age line was drawn by Dumbledore himself." I said in response.

"Then how did his name come out of the cup?" She supplied immediately giving me a 'if you know so much' look and tone.

"Maybe someone tricked the Goblet into choose him as a fourth school, that seems the likeliest. The question isn't if he put his name in or not, the question is who would have wanted him to be chosen." I responded.

Hermione looked at me as if I had grown a second head. Oops I forgot to act like a bull headed idiot. I thought. Oh well, too late now.

"Voldemort."

"Amongst others." I said as years of fanfiction and Dumbledore bashing influenced my thought process.

Walking into the Gryffindor common room marked the end of the conversation as she went to gossip with the other girls in the house, no doubt to get others opinions.

I found a nice quiet corner to think but it didn't last long because soon enough the man of the hour walked in and everyone screamed in celebration. When did everyone get butterbeer? I thought as everyone started partying, I even noticed glasses of firewhiskey in some of the older students hands, the twins included.

Harry walked around for a little and managed the questions about as normal as you would expect. Eventually he found me sitting alone at the top of the stairs people watching and approached.

He didn't say anything as he sat next to me and completely blocked the way if anyone wanted to use the stairs.

He didn't say anything, so I decided to start. "Everyone thinks you did it. They celebrate but not for you I don't think."

"I didn't do it!" He snapped.

I didn't respond for a moment, instead I decided to finally meet his eyes and said. "I know."

He visibly sagged at that, obviously relieved that someone believed him.

We sat there for a moment before I realized we had some essays that were due soon. I won't procrastinate in this life, not again. I thought as I remembered my past education.

I'm not sure anyone from my old world would when it involves magic.

"Want to go work on our essay's?" I asked completely serious.

He laughed at first until he saw my face. "You're sirous?"

It was my turn to smile. "No I'm Ron."

That was the start of his laughing fit that didn't end for a few minutes. It was obvious that he released a lot of the pent up stress from the night.

"Sure, I need help on the transfiguration anyway."

The night ended and we caught up on all of our assignments. I woke up the next day to the sound of Harry m.o.a.ning something in his sleep while tossing and turning.

Without thinking and half-asleep I grabbed my wand and cast a quick 'tempus', it was 6:45 in the morning. It was barely registered as I sat up completely alert with a couple of revelations. The first was the realization that I could use magic and did it so casually. The second was that casting the spell barely worked, it felt like I had to force my magic through the wand. The usual feeling of warmth that accompanies grabbing a compatible wand wasn't there, instead it felt ...cold.

The 'merge'. I thought to myself as I realized what had happened. My magic went through a drastic change, enough of a change to make my personality, soul, mind, everything incompatible with my wand.

Well that will have to be remedied. Oh wait I'm poor ...I could ask Harry for the money, no. The Room of Requirement might have some loose change laying around, hopefully at least seven galleons.

All of this went through my head as I started getting dressed and going through his normal routine. Unfortunately today was a Tuesday, the 1st of November, and they still had classes, History of Magic in the morning and Potions in the evening. Maybe McGonagall will let me dip off to Diagon Alley before classes start, or maybe during break? First I need money.

At the last thought he grabbed his books needed for the lessons that day and headed to the Room of Requirement to see if he could scrounge up some money. I didn't even bother being stealthy, instead deciding to run up the stairs to the seventh floor, luckily the changing stairs took pity on me and I didn't have to wait that much.

Ok, it's in the left corridor right? And then across a portrait of trolls or something.

Soon enough I saw the painting of Barnabus the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet. I turned around and saw the blank wall where I knew the room would appear at.

Pace three times, picture clearly what you want, aaannnddd score!

The door melted out of the wall as my needs were recognized and I rushed inside. As I entered the room, I realized I was inside of a typical muggle vault and on a raised pedestal in the middle of the vault sat around 5 different pouches that no doubt held what I was looking for.

I approached and realized that these were a type of moleskin pouch designed specifically for holding currency. I grabbed the one in the middle and poured it out. Isn't this supposed to be keyed into a wizards magic? Oh the enchantments have worn off. These pouches had obviously been lost at least a decade ago, as that was when enchantments normally started failing on cloth. Luckily the space enlargement charm lasts much longer, otherwise these may have been lost for good.

The galleons seemed to keep falling and falling, there were no doubt fifty galleons coming out already. Soon it stopped and instead of counting I decided to pour out the rest of the pouches.

I can't believe my luck. I thought as I finished counting out the galleons. 302 Galleons, No more no less. Enough to afford school supplies and robes for the last few years of school if I stretched it out.

Grabbing one of the pouches that looked the newest I deposited my stash into it, put it in a pocket in my robes that was specifically for money, and ran out the door and back down the stairs.

It was 7:22 when I ran into the great hall and the students would be getting ready soon and heading down to breakfast soon. I found my target and ran straight up to her.

"Professor can I speak to you for a moment." I said taking in gulps of air.

"Mr. Weasley, how can I help you?" She responded looking me up and down suspiciously. We walked away from the professor's table before I answered so I could have some privacy.

"I must have damaged my wand last night or something because it isn't working properly, I was wondering if you would let me use your floo to run to Diagon Alley before classes began." I asked sincerely as possible while also lying to her.

"We are not allowed to just let students leave Hogwarts grounds Mr. Weasley, you should know this by now."

I visibly deflated at this. "We can however, contact your parents and they can sign you out of class and take you."

My face paled. "No!"

She looked at me sharply then. I continued before she could speak. "It's just that I don't want to bother them with this, you know that we're uhhh.." I looked around to make a show of it before leaning in mumbling. "...poor."

I paused a second and I could see her eyes soften, then I continued. "And I kind of asked Harry for his help you see…and father wouldn't be happy about that." I said as I released eye contact and looked down to the ground like a scolded child.

There was silence for a good five minutes and I had yet to look up at her, whoever spoke first lost and I could tell she was having an internal battle.

"I can not let you go to Diagon Alley." She said finally. "Alone." and continued dramatically.

I know she only did that to see the expression on my face go from disappointment to joy.

"Go get a quick bite to eat Mr. Weasley, I have classes this morning, but I can make arrangements to have you accompanied."

"Yes mam. Thank you so much." I said as I rushed off to the Gryffindor table and wolfed down a quick plate of sausage, eggs, bacon, and potatoes.

I was done in less than five minutes. I walked over to the professors table again.

"Mr. Weasley, I have called in a favor from Professor Snape, he will accompany you to Diagon Alley. I trust you will be respectful." She told me as I approached.

"Yes mam. Thank you professor." I said respectfully to Snape.

The entire table turned to look at me, most of their jaws were on the ground at my respectfulness towards him. Was I that bad? Stupid teenagers and their problems with authority.

He didn't say anything, instead his eyes bore into mine. He turned around and started walking abruptly. "Follow me."

I did as I was told and eventually I noticed the direction we were traveling, the dungeons. We continued on in silence and neither of us seemed to want to break it.

We walked through a doorway that leads to a study with a fireplace on one end. Two doors led to other sections of her quarters but they weren't visible from where he stood.

"I assume you know how to use the floo?" I nodded in response. "Good."

I didn't waste anymore time and grabbed a handful of the floor powder and enunciated clearly. "Diagon Alley."

I remember to keep my body relaxed and to just continue walking. My foot found the floor of the alley and I stepped out of the green fire dusting off some of the soot. Snape was right behind me and we immediately set out, determined to make the trip faster.

The alley was almost deserted, only workers and owners of the various shops could be seen setting up and getting ready for the day.

Finally we arrived at the wandmakers shop, I tried to open it but it was locked. Not open yet.

Luckily we could see Ollivandor moving around behind the counter and he waved wand and the distinct sound of unlocking hit my ears. I tried again and the door gave way.

"I have some errands to run, I will meet you back here when I am done." The professor stated as I walked in.

I was met with the smell of wand oil and fresh cut wood, along with a fair bit of pine. The shop was just as described in the books and I couldn't help but look around smiling at the shelves full of boxes that no doubt held wands in them.

"Ron Weasley, 14" Willow and Unicorn hair, slightly rigid. Brand new at the time of purchase no more than two years ago." Ollivander said as he took in my appearance.

"And now it is apparently incompatible with me." I answered trying to hurry the process along.

"Ah, that would be interesting. Could you show me?" He asked.

I did as I was told and drew my wand out of my robes, once again the distant and cold feeling emanated from it, no sparks, no warmth, nothing.

"Hmmm very peculiar, may I?"

I handed him the wand for inspection and he took it from me, took one look at it and confirmed. "Yes yes, this wand doesn't seem to like you at all. A complete mismatch, I will not pry Mr. Weasley but something must have happened. You need a new wand."

No shit Sherlock. I said slightly hurt that the wand was acting that way.

He wasted no time in going about his normal routine and started grabbing boxes from the shelves. Eventually he returned and started handing me wands.

"Here, here. Ebony and Unicorn tail."

As soon as I touched the wand I could tell it wasn't for me, I didn't even bother casting a spell before I handed it back.

"No, no. Maybe this one.." he muttered in response.

It continued this way for a good while before finally he pulled one off that looked finely made. It was a light colored wood with a raised handle and a straight shaft shooting out of it. The handle had some black aesthetic rings etched into it, the shaft had an obviously etched black line swirling around the wand until it reached the tip. It was a beautifully crafted wand.

The moment it made contact with my skin, something within me sang. It felt infinitely more compatible than my other wand ever did. My magic seemed to click and fall into place.

"Blackthorn and Phoenix feather 14", very supple. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand wood coupled with the most picky of cores." Olivander said as he looked me up and down, no doubt gaining insight into my personality through the wand.

"A powerful and versatile wand, you'll find that the wand won't truly bond to you until you pass through some hardship with it... Very interesting Mr. Weasley. Normally that would be 7 galleons, but since you have returned this one in such good shape, I will allow an exchange."

"Actually I was hoping I could keep it as a spare." I said digesting the information about my new wand.

I was very tempted to ask him more about the wand but instead I pulled out 7 galleons and paid him. He handed me both of my wands and I turned to walk out but then remembered something important.

"Do you have any wand holsters?" I said facing him again.

A grin split his face. "Yes, dragon skin I presume?" He continued at my nod.

"I need two."

"Another 8 galleons. This particular holster will fit itself to your wrist, hold it out for me." He motioned me as he returned with the holsters. "It also has two wand slots in the one holster. I assume this other one is a gift?" At my nod he continued. "Repeat the process for whoever this one is for."

I did as I was told and he dropped it onto my arm. It gripped my forearm fairly tight and then there was a crawling sensation as it adjusted and found it's rightful place on my wrist. He then showed me how to sheathe the wands and call them into my hand, it will take practice to make the process faster.

"I feel as if I need to warn you Mr. Weasley. That wand still has the trace."

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." I'll have to find out a way to fix that. I thought as I turned around and walked out of the shop.

Professor Snape was waiting for me outside. "If we hurry, you can make it back before class."

He was right, I ran into the classroom as soon as the lesson began. Snape didn't see any reason to give me a note so I had to run.

The day went by extremely slow and he had all of his assignments completed by the end of the class and Potions didn't even have an assignment. F.u.c.k.i.n.g useless class, bloody uselss class? Whatever, same thing, stupid dialects. I thought thinking about how boring History of Magic is.

Hermione was, no doubt, in the library doing her work while Harry and me headed back to the common room. It would take her a few hours to perfect her work and then she would prep for the next day.

I had other plans for the afternoon but first I had to give Harry his present.

He sat down to begin his assignments as I walked up to him. "Hold out your arm for me."

"What?" He eloquently responded.

"Your arm. Hold it out." I repeated.

He finally did as I said and I pulled out the wand holster that I bought from Ollivanders. I pulled his sleeve back and dropped it onto his arm, where it adjusted to fit him.

"What is this?" He asked.

"It's a wand holster, mainly used in dueling tournaments and by Auror's. Makes easy access for your wand." I flicked my wrist as I finished and my wand found its way into my hand, faster than he could track.

"Wicked."

"Blackthorn wands are a very unusual wand, almost as rare as yew you see. In my experience, warriors bond with the wood more often than not. It is most peculiar that the wand will never truly bond with the wizard it has chosen unless they have passed through some hardship together, Auror's will tell me it's their first successful raid. Dueling champions say its after their first title, ordinary wizards or witches ...well typically after taking a life in a duel to the death. Some argue that if you stray from hardship and you own a blackthorn wand, it will arrange hardship for you, a warning for the owners of such powerful wands."

Wand Lore for the Overly Curious - Garrick Ollivander

Ron sighed as he finished reading the description of his new wand. We are going to get in a lot of trouble together aren't we?

I could have turned to the section about phoenix feather wands and their properties but I already knew most of the information already. A part of me wondered if it was a feather from Fawkes. Phoenix feathers are the pickiest wand cores to choose wizards, it was seen as a good omen to be chosen by one. I beg to differ, wouldn't you Tom?

They are also said to be extremely versatile in the types of magic they can cast, although fire came easiest than the other elemental spells. This type of wand core coupled with a blackthorn wood, well it was a powerhouse. Blackthorn was notorious for the amount of power you could channel through it.

Although I doubt it could stack up against the Elder Wand. My thoughts provided as I gazed down at my newest and possibly most prized possession.

I was currently sitting in a very comfortable chair behind a desk that was just the perfect height for me to read and study. To my right was a wall with a beautifully designed window that overlooked the great lake and a lot of the land past Hogwarts, a spectacular view. Directly in front of me was a wall full of bookshelves packed tightly with books. To my left, the room elongated and formed what I would think a wizarding dueling room or rang would look like, there were multiple mannequins at varying distances. Behind me was another wall full of books.

The Room of Requirement is amazing. I thought as I took in the sights of what I viewed as a perfect place to learn magic. Time to get to work.

I looked down to the desk and saw a book without a cover. That wasn't there before. I thought as I opened it, A Beginners Guide to Casting For the Learned, it had no author that I could find. I decided to try the first chapter out to see what it was about, as if the title didn't give it away.

Most make the common mistake of never revisiting the basics after finishing their basic education, content with what they have learned. First we should start with, forget everything you think you know about casting. You were taught the best ways to learn for a child, if you are reading this then we will assume you are not, if you are… leave.

Great way to start a book. I couldn't help but think. This is exactly what I need, did the room adjust to my needs without me even trying?

You were taught that verbal shouting and wand movements were necessary to enact your will upon the world. That is only partly true. It will undeniably help the average person, the sensible ones will realize that it is a foolish notion. The most famous wizards and witches of all time knew that it was unnecessary to yell at the top of their lungs, and once the reasoning behind wand movements are memorized, they too become unnecessary. Wand movements are what is most important if you want to build a solid foundation for truly marvelous casting, because they are rooted in Arithmancy. The more the movement the more specific the spell is, just like the longer the number, the more detailed it gets. Eventually your magic gets used to the way the spell affects the world and this is how it becomes obsolete. Mastering these opening wand movements will make it infinitely easier for you to advance in the realm of casting.

Holy shit this is gold. I thought to myself as I immediately became engrossed in the book.

The first two chapters covered basic wand movements and even had pictures with comments beneath them. The next few chapters were some advanced wand movements while the rest of the book went into the mindset needed to cast in each of the main branches of magic: Transfiguration, Charms, Curses, Defense, etc. Then it had ways to practice everything to make it second nature.

Three hours later I had finished the book but I knew that I wasn't done with it. I took a break to enjoy the sights and give my eyes the necessary time to readjust to the world, and panicked once I realized it was after nine o'clock at night. Oh well guess I'm staying here for tonight, no way I'm getting caught in the corridors and getting detention.

Eventually I decided that I could stay up a little longer and memorized the list of the introductory wand movements for all the main branches of magic, and even going a little more advanced with transfiguration, easily the most interesting to me. It was what allowed Dumbledore to write his name in history as one of the most powerful wizards, next to Merlin, the founding four, and others. I wanted that. It was also, arguably, the most versatile branch of magic out there, it could attack, defend, be used for convenience, everything, and I would make it my bitch.

Around eleven o'clock at night, I discovered that the room had switched everything around. Instead of a study, there was a bedroom with a bathroom that had a standing shower designed like one from my previous world. After a quick shower I melted into the bed, told the room to wake me at seven and passed out.

I f.u.c.k.i.n.g love this room.

A/N: Boom! The first chapter.

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Chapter 2

Another boring day in classes. I guess my interest in lectures is the same across dimensions. I thought to myself as I sat in the Room of Requirement finishing up my essay for Charms. Care of Magical Creatures was held in the afternoon but Hagrid didn't assign any work.

It was after dinner, most of my classmates would be in their common rooms finishing up their homework also but I was determined to get something done tonight. I want to write out all the books and all of the plot points I could remember so that I could start planning on what needed to change and what needed to stay the same.

It would be a late night because tonight, Astrology was held at 10 p.m. for fourth years, so I was stuck with plotting and practicing for a few hours before I had to attend.

I finally put the finishing touches on the Charms essay and another piece of parchment appeared. Once again, I f.u.c.k.i.n.g love this room.

I started on my task of writing everything out and eventually I got through the end of this year and reviewed on what I knew.

The good news is that we can stop Voldemort's resurrection from ever happening and stop the war from ever breaking out.

How did he survive again? Something about a… a sharp pain racked my skull as I tried to remember how he survived. Panic overtook me and I continued my task of writing out the rest of the books.

After I finished I found out some very interesting information. I had a gap missing in my memories, some of it being in The Half-Blood Prince but a lot of the The Deathly Hallows was blank.

I couldn't remember why Dumbledore started pulling Harry into his office, I could remember most of Tom's backstory but there were also missing pieces about the 'why' Dumbledore was telling Harry all of this. Is it so he can know his enemy?

Why didn't we go back to school in our seventh year? What were we hunting for?

F.u.c.k! BLOODY F.U.C.K! I thought having a temper tantrum. What is happening?

Pretty much all of the Order of the Phoenix was there, even the full prophecy. Whatever it is, someone or something doesn't want me knowing. My brain supplied. And it's obviously important, like literally the reason Voldemort was defeated important.

I sat back and collapsed into the chair as I digested all of the information. There was no other option. I have to get more powerful for it not to matter, blackthorn is a warriors wand? That is what I'll become.

A warrior capable of standing against Voldemort… and Dumbledore if necessary. Stupid fanfiction.

I sat up after that revelation and brought the pen to paper, a basic plan.

Train your ass off. Learn magic/dueling/everything. Get back into shape

Remove the trace.

Moody.

Stop Voldemort's resurrection.

….The Yule ball

I could worry about everything else later, the plan could change but that's what is immediately pressing.

Wait the Yule ball? Bloody teenage hormones. I thought as I continued looking at the list, knowing that eventually it would get longer and more detailed.

Numbers one, two, three, and four are all long term goals. Five can be solved almost immediately.

I won't be taking anyone to the ball. There was a war going on inside of me, a moral war. I have lived over thirty-eight years combined and all the people around me are teenagers. My mind didn't feel thirty-eight, in fact it felt somewhere between nineteen and twenty-two. I refuse to enter into a relationship with anyone my age, it's as simple as that. As long as they're of a.d.u.l.t age then that is a different story but what a.d.u.l.t would accompany a fourteen year old.

In short, I will be going to the ball alone.

With number five marked off of the list I can now concentrate on the rest. I had no clue about how to remove the trace from my wand.

The Room of Requirement took that time to slam two books on the desk of the studies. Neither of them had names on the covers.

"Ohhhhkkkkaayyyy." I said aloud not worried about a room reading my mind constantly.

I flipped through the first few pages and it was a journal of sorts. Not wanting to waste any time, I started.

"The ministry approached me today, they asked me about ways to 'trace' underage magic from young wizards and witches. I immediately denied them but they have threatened my job here at the school, one of them is on the board.

I have already thought of several ideas but they will need to be tested…"

The journal continued a recap of the day but nothing about the trace. I continued to turn the pages and skim for any information regarding it. Eventually I found it about halfway through the journal.

"I finally figured it out, a way to trace underage wizards. It has been a guilty pleasure of mine to figure out the magic of this magnitude, even if I don't like spying on children.

I have enchanted a book, the book itself has been enchanted to have neverending pages, to act as a sort of home base. This 'home base' can have other things, anything would work, keyed into the enchantments. These 'keys' will act as beacons, they are enchanted with a ward that is the most basic of detection wards. It will scan any wizard within its range to determine the age, if it finds your magic under seventeen years old then it will 'mark' you. So faint and so soft that it would take a ritual to detect it, but since those have been banned and information about them purged, no one will ever know how to take it off.

The idea is to litter the magical outposts with these 'keys'. Originally I thought we could dot the countryside with these 'keys' but there is the possibility of the Muggles finding and moving them, so the magical places in the world will have to suffice, a brick in every building maybe? Anyway every wizard or witch will need to visit Diagon Alley's and Hogsmeade's of the world eventually. That is when they will be marked with the 'trace'. Once marked, the 'key' sends back the information of the wizard it's marked and logs it. Once the wizard uses magic, the book knows instantly.

I do not feel good about this, but I do feel a slight sense of accomplishment. I have acc.u.mulated the best ways to counter the 'trace' on the page following this one. Unfortunately it will be the last entry.

I will have to lose this journal, I'll have a house elf dispose of it.

If anyone ever finds this, my apologies.

-Anonymous Professor of Hogwarts 1870."

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Holy f.u.c.k.i.n.g shit. Summed up my reaction to figuring out how exactly the trace in the Harry Potter world was implemented and who did it.

It made sense too, why wouldn't the ministry approach a professor to carry out this task, professors at Hogwarts were some of the most accomplished in their fields. It was most likely the Charms or Arithmancy professor of the time. A part of me wanted to research it to find out but it also didn't matter at all.

I flipped the page and saw the ways the author had to counter the trace.

The first was the easiest way to counter the trace. It was an enchantment that was supposed to be cast on a piece of jewelry or something that I would wear everyday. The best part was that you could also cast other enchantments on top of it and it would cooperate. My mind was already racing with the possibilities.

The second was a little bit harder. It was purely theoretical, it proposed a ritual that was designed to conceal your magic from others. The way the professor worded it was 'to ward your own magic from others'. It didn't actually give any instructions on the ritual.

My eyes fell on one of the other books that occupied the desk, the second that fell when the journal was provided by the Room of Requirement.

Setting the journal aside I grabbed the book and once again there was no title to it. I opened the front page and was met with a fairly basic title.

"Rowena Ravenclaw's Collection of Rituals." I read aloud.

I think I experienced a mind orgasm at the discovery that this was one of the legendary founders.

I carefully opened the book to the first page.

"If you have managed to open the book to this page then congratulations, you have been deemed worthy of the knowledge.

This is an acc.u.mulation of all of the rituals that I have managed to gain access to in my travels. The creators, or at the very least the owners of the rituals, have all added the theory and mindset behind the ritual as well as what it is supposed to accomplish.

Anything past page one hundred and seventy-four is theory about possible rituals that have not been completed, try at own risk."

-Rowena Ravenclaw

I looked up from the book as my mind melted to mush at everything the world was supplying me with right now. My luck couldn't get any better.

My head shot up, a flick of the wrist and my wand was in my hand. "Tempus. Nine fifty-six o'clock at night." Five minutes to make it to the astronomy tower. "F.u.c.k!" I yelled as I scrambled to put everything up and realized I would have to run to make it.

I woke up in the dorm to the sound of the seven thirty bell signaling breakfast was starting, it was the latest I had slept since the 'merge'. No one was up and ready yet. Oh yea, we're all teenagers.

I got up and quickly went through my morning routine, which only consisted of showering, brushing my teeth, and dressing. My hair was still an ugly red waterfall falling down to my shoulders, I haven't decided on what to do with it yet.

After everything was finished, I decided to take a good look at my appearance. Freckles dotted my pale skin, I was clean shaven but my hair fell down to my shoulders just like in the movies. However, I did not look like Rupert Grint. I had some baby fat clinging on to my cheeks and jaw while my cheek bones weren't as defined as in my last life. A longer than average nose poked out of my face, but that was familiar. All in all, I wasn't the most handsome face in the school, nor was I the ugliest. One things for sure, I looked completely different than in my last life. I miss my high and sharp cheekbones, and my fit body. I hate the American culture for making me so f.u.c.k.i.n.g vain.

On the bright side, I am already taller at 14 than I was fully matured in my last life, standing at about five foot seven. I knew that I would eventually stand at about six feet even if the books were to be believed.

I decided to end that line of thinking and got dressed. Soon enough I was walking down to breakfast with Harry enjoying the silence, that is until Hermione joined up with us.

"Hello boys, have you finished your essays for Transfiguration and Defense?" Hermione asked as we walked into the great hall.

I didn't answer at first, instead I steered us to the Gryffindor table. I forgot she normally proof reads our essays. "Yea we finished it after the announcements of the champions." I stated after we sat down.

I started piling my plate full of meats and vegetables, avoiding anything with carbs and ignoring the sugary jams. Orange juice filled my glace instead of chocolate milk. It was time to start eating healthily again. I would need it for the workouts I was about to start again. It's going to be fun starting over.

"Well? Let's see it then." Hermione demanded after a few moments.

I obliged and offered the parchment over to her, Harry did the same. I focused completely on my task of eating enough food to satisfy an elephant, although I did it with much more class than I used to.

It took her a couple of minutes to read over mine but at the end she scrunched her brow and mouthed something to herself. Then she set mine to the side and looked over Harry's, her frown became even more pronounced.

"Ron, who wrote this?" She asked holding my paper up.

"I did, why?" I answered truthfully.

"It's really, really good."

"Thanks." I said grabbing it back from her and neatly placing it in my bag.

She looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything, instead she turned her attention to Harry who was on the opposite side of her and went over his.

My attention was suddenly grabbed when the hall quieted. I looked around to figure out the disturbance and found that almost all of the male population of the hall was staring at the entrance with glassy eyes. Fleur Delacor was walking in with her posse to start their breakfast.

They normally don't eat here, must be low on supplies or something. I thought before remembering an important detail. Or broadcasting themselves as available for the ball, trying to catch a date.

Either way it doesn't matter to me. Oh that reminds me.

"Harry!" I called to him from across Hermione, my raised voice carried across the hall and a certain silver haired girl whipped her head this way, although I didn't see it.

"What?" He said with a mouth full of biscuits.

"Don't let me forget to tell you something when we're in private." I said a bit quieter than earlier, thinking about the first task.

It took us another fifteen minutes before we walked out but as that was happening I noticed a certain veela looking our direction. Naturally our eyes met and using the experience of a twenty-four year old bachelor, I didn't break eye contact, neither did she. Women don't want meek men. I thought as I held her gaze. Gryffindor courage combined with years of studying psychology kicked in.

Then a thought popped up in my mind, that I would later realized was hormone driven. What if no one warns her about the dragons.

And that is why I broke off from the other two of my party members and walked over to her, eye contact the whole time.

I leaned down and tapped my ear to let her know of my intentions, she moved her head to the side as I whispered in her ear.

It was low enough that no one else could hear but us two. Her face was stony, no visible reaction besides furrowing her brows. I didn't wait for a response and turned around to join my friends.

"Wait!" She said and I turned back to face her. "What is your name?" She asked in her s.e.xy accent.

Hook, line, sinker. "Ron Weasley." I enunciated as properly as possible to make sure she caught it. I turned to my friends once again to join them and noticed that almost the entirety of the great hall was listening and watching me. I took one look at the crowd and then walked out.

"What was that mate?" Harry asked as we made it into the hall.

"I told her what I'm about to tell you." I said as I pulled the two close, made sure no one was around, and whispered. "The first task is dragons Harry."

A few words about how Charlie sent me a note about the dragons solidified my knowing of the task and Harry never asked again. The next week flew by in a blur and I established a routine. Every morning I would wake up at seven a.m. and then I would drag Harry to breakfast where we would eat and review the previous class' work before we would turn it in.

Then we would go to class and in the breaks we would hang out with Hermione and the rest of our classmates and also finish some assignments. At the end of the day we would eat dinner together around six and then we would all vanish to go do our own things. I went to the Room of Requirement, Hermione went to the library, Harry spent most of his time at the library stubbornly refusing help from us, determined to figure out the tasks alone.

I wasn't sure why but the only thing I could think about was the propaganda Malfoy and the slytherins were spreading about how he needed me and Hermione to bail him out of everything. None of it was true, obviously we all brought something to the table but I think it hit him hard. I knew he would come up with a shitty plan but everything would be alright, at least I hoped so.

I was too busy catching up on previous years magic, which I finally did in under a week. I could cast the entire first three years worth of magic silently, although it took some concentration and wasn't seamless yet. I was quite proud of the fact that I mastered three years of work in a week. It helped that I had already done it before and I approached it with the mindset of an a.d.u.l.t with a little help from a very good book.

My left hand had a new addition, a basic silver ring adorned my index finger. The ring was enchanted to interrupt any type of tracking charms placed on my magic. It was actually a well known enchantment that used to be commonplace for the children of prominent families, more specifically the heir and the heir rings. It is most likely still apart of the enchantments on the heir rings but considering no one wore them anymore, they were useless. Even the Weasley family heir ring was lost, possibly pawned, a long time ago.

A quick thought and the room had provided multiple rings with which to cast the spell. The spell needed to cast the enchantment was actually fairly simple, there weren't any complex wand movements and the mindset was easy to grasp. It only took me four tries to successfully cast it. At least I think it was successful, we'll find out this summer I guess.

My research into rituals was also fruitful, I already had a few planned but only one could be done with my current funds and I haven't decided on which one to do yet, the ingredients were quite expensive.

The theory behind the rituals also put them into a new light, they weren't dark, nor did they even require any blood. None of my blood at least. Most of them were just ways to make what potions can do, permanent. Although there were a few that I knew a potion couldn't achieve, like the one that I was leaning towards performing immediately.

It didn't have a name but it was one that Rowena, Salazar, and Helga had done. It basically enhances your mind slightly, nothing drastic. It takes away anything that you didn't want, absent mindedness, ADHD, things like that. A way to improve the foundations of your mind and make you more focused is the best description I can think of.

The ritual is supposed to be performed before any type of Occlumency is learned. It's a very subtle way of increasing your intelligence. After Occlumency is mastered, you're memory is boosted and it stacks on the ritual. If Occlumency was mastered before hand, the effects would be lessened.

It's very hard for me to explain, but the way that I understand it goes like this. Occlumency is the art of 'organizing your mind', but the kicker is that magic is supposed to be circulated to the mind while doing this. Magic helps the electrical currents of the neurons in the mind solidify and not stray often. The ritual does the same thing but when Occlumency is already known, the electrical currents in the neurons are already solidified by magic and don't want to change to the way the ritual wants it. But if you do the ritual first and then build upon that foundation, it would take you farther.

I would need this if I was going to go toe to toe with Tom. Something in the back of my mind told me that Voldemort already performed that ritual on himself also. There were a lot of small rituals that focused on little things like fixing eyesight or changing hair color. The heavy hitters were designed to improve the functions of the body, mind, or magic while leaving everything else in tact, they were very detailed. In theory there was nothing you couldn't achieve with rituals as long as you had the supplies needed and the power to make the change.

Astrology was also a major factor in the success of the ritual, some required there to be a new moon, some a waxing gibbous, etc.

I had already priced out the first ritual and what the ingredients cost and it would set me back one hundred galleons, almost a third of what I found in the Room of Requirements. It turns the twins were very knowledgeable on the prices of supplies, it made sense really, they were constantly brewing or making things for their pranks. I always wondered where the money they made from running a gambling ring went to.

That is why he was hunting down Harry two weeks before the first task. Finally he found him in a nice isolated corner of the library.

He never even looked at me until I plopped down beside him, only then did his emerald orbs meet my sky blue.

"What's up mate?" I asked casually.

"Oh just getting over my latest panic attack. You?" He casually said back.

I couldn't help but laugh, I wanted to tell him that muggles did that without a looming task hanging over their heads but I didn't.

"I have a way to help you and take your mind off of the task, come on." I said as I stood up.

"I can't Ron I…"

"Get up, or I'll drag you out of here. We both know you're not actually reading that book." I said as I grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

It took him a minute to put all of the books back in the library but soon enough we were wandering the halls.

It didn't take us long to get to the girls bathroom on the second floor and Harry soon found out why we were here.

"We're going exploring!" I said as I raised my arms up dramatically.

"You want to go into the chamber?" Harry said and gave me the 'are you stupid look'.

"Yep." I said giving him the same look back. "Now open it."

He didn't argue, instead he concentrated on the snake emblem before speaking. I have heard him speak parseltongue before but I could definitely understand how people got creeped out by it.

Soon enough the entrance was revealed and before he could jump in I decided to test a theory of all fanfictions. "Ask for stairs, see if it works."

Another hissing sound and the stone moved again as stairs appeared before us.

"How did you know about that?" He said shocked.

"I honestly didn't expect that to work."

Nothing else was said between us as I went down first. There were quite a lot of stairs but eventually we made it to the bottom and continued on. Neither of us said anything until we came to the place where Lockhart tried to obliviate us.

"Good memories." I said aloud as we saw the spot.

"Yea but wasn't this caved in the last time we were here." He responded ignoring my comment.

"Oh yeah…" I said eloquently as I whipped out my wand as prepared myself to run into someone or something. He was right, there should be rocks littered around this area, I cleaned out a path for Harry and Ginny in second year but it was only enough for someone to squeeze through, not spotless like it was now.

Harry did the same after he noticed me. "Nice." I said noticing his flawless flick of the wrist. I only got a nod in return.

"Maybe the chamber is warded to fix itself?" I continued.

He didn't respond immediately but eventually croaked out. "Doubt it."

We continued walking and didn't speak until we came upon the chamber. I hadn't actually seen the basilisk before, and let me tell you, it was f.u.c.k.i.n.g huge.

It also hasn't decayed at all since the last time they were down here. Is fanfiction always right? What the f.u.c.k, thats like three in a row. Dumbledore better not be evil. I thought as I took in the sight of the beast

"It hasn't decayed at all. Incredible." I said not even paying attention to Harry. "The body has got to be worth a fortune." I said planting the seed in his head.

"Really?" He asked as he approached the beast.

"The venom is the deadliest in the world right? And the hide is extremely magic resistant, not to mention the rarity. You could name your price." I finished.

"How would we harvest it?" He asked obviously interested.

"You could probably hire Gringotts to do it. They would take a cut but they also have the contacts to sell it. Better than letting it rot here." I told him taking a gamble on another fanfiction trope.

When did he become fond of long silences. I thought as he ignored me.

"Let's take a look around, you didn't have the chance to explore last time right?" I continued.

"No, but I don't see any doorways either."

"Maybe try hissing again?" I said jokingly.

Finally he started laughing and then he started speaking in parseltongue again, but this time it was much longer. Speak to me the greatest of the Hogwarts four? I guessed randomly in my head.

The mouth of the statue at the end of the chamber opened up with the sound of stone on stone grinding. We both approached it and looked inside, there was no hidden study, only a pipe that descended.

I flicked my wand in a basic motion and a light appeared at the end of it and lowered.

Harry looked at me shocked. "You did that without the incantation?" He asked.

"Yes. It's only a first year spell, you could probably do it on the first try." I said as my concentration broke and the light hovered.

I couldn't see anything other than pipes the deeper it got, eventually it got useless.

"Ron, look at this." Harry said from around the back side of the statue.

I walked around to look at what he was talking about and on the side of the statue there was a snake emblem, the same as on the front of the entrance to the chamber.

"Say whatever you say in the girls bathroom, maybe it's the same password." I said taking a guess.

Sure enough another set of stairs rose from the ground, they twisted in the same way that Dumbledore's gargoyle did. I could tell from the depth of the statue that the stairs ran along the opposite side of the pipes. We squeezed beside each other on the stairs as he hissed another command and it lowered us down further into the chamber.

My wand was trained and ready as we descended and soon enough we were met with the site of a study. The lanterns on the walls immediately lit up. "Proximity wards are still active, that means others could be too." I said warning Harry of the danger.

I walked forward first and took in the sight of the room. Immediately when you stepped out of the staircase, there was a table with a few chairs around it, four to be exact. Further into the room seemed to be designed similar to what Dumbledore's office was in the movies. There were two staircases that ran alongside the walls and led to a raised office. Along the walls were bookshelves filled with perfectly intact books. The middle of the room was decorated with another statue instead of a desk like in the headmasters office. The statue was of an extremely beautiful witch and was standing as if casting a spell, her robes billowed around her. It was an amazing sculpture.

Harry and I silently moved through the room and we both crept up both of the staircases and paused before we entered the study. I counted down from three with my fingers and we jumped out prepared to curse the first person we saw.

No one.

We found a marvelous mahogany desk with a very comfortable looking chair behind it. Behind that was a wall that had multiple windows on it depicting the great lake from the depths, fish swam along it frequently. More books filled the shelves in the walls.

We both relaxed and put away our wands.

"What is this place?" Harry asked as we looked around, he grabbed the nearest book off the shelves and stuck his head in it.

"If I were to guess, this is the real Chamber of Secrets." I answered walking around.

"Natural magic theory by… no author." Harry read aloud from the book. "What is natural magic?"

I was quick to look in all of the corners for more symbols of snakes and didn't find a single one. Good I can't take another hidden room. I'm starting to hate my knowledge of tropes.

"I honestly have no idea, maybe how magic appears in nature?" I said in response.

I continued after I pulled a book off of a shelf and opened it. "This is a perfect place to practice magic ...for you." I answered as I pulled a book off of the shelves and opened it.

"Why only for me?" Harry asked as he appeared in my line of sight again.

"Because these books are blank." I said as I looked up and met Harry's gaze.

A frown broke across his face as he walked over to me. It didn't take him long to open the book and reply. "No they aren't."

A look of realization appeared on my face mirroring my mind. "You can read them?"

"Yea, you can't?"

Is it the connection with Voldemort that Dumbledore spoke about many times? Or maybe because of his heritage with the Peverell's, it was definitely mentioned that he was distantly related to Voldemort, who was the heir of Slytherin.

"No, they must be enchanted to only let parseltongues read them." I lied, unable to think of a way to justify my knowledge of the bloodlines. It might be the truth.

I could tell that he really didn't know what to say to that. He had a look of guilt on his face so I decided to put that to rest.

"It's alright mate, you have your hidden room ...and I've got mine." I said with a grin.

A/N: Another chapter in the books.

Thoughts about the rituals? Chamber of Secrets and the hidden room ?

What do you guys think is the best way to justify Harry being able to see the information in the books? Horcrux? Or distant relation to Slytherin?

Let me know everything in the reviews!