"I hope you're doing well. Who is this?" He asked.
"This is Orion Malfoy." Narcissa introduced. "Before Lucius received the kiss, I was allowed to meet him once."
Ron silently nodded and watched the duo leave the shop. But he couldn't find peace that easily. He had to ask her the question. "How old is Orion?"
"Sev—"
"Six!" Narcissa interrupted before her son could say anything, and stormed out of the shop.
Merling's beard, fuck! Ron rubbed his face tiredly. All the alarm bells were ringing in his head. Let's deal with this later.
He finished his purchase and apparated to Hogwarts right away. He didn't have permission to enter, so he arrived outside the main gates and waited there for someone to let him in. Soon enough, someone came over. It was none other than Argus Filch.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Mr. Weasley." The old man greeted Ron in a completely different manner than how he was with him as a student. "Headmistress McGonagall is waiting for you."
"Lead the way." Ron inhaled the fresh air and followed the man. As they got close to the main, arched entrance of the castle, he paused momentarily. There was a massive statue of himself on one side. "That's me?"
"It is, Mr. Weasley."
Ron felt awkward. Were they going to tear it down since he was alive?
He continued to follow and soon found his own portrait on the walls adjacent to the stairs. It felt embarrassing at that point, so he stopped looking around and arrived at the headmistress' office. It was the same as Dumbledore's, so he quickly went up the spiral staircase and knocked on the door.
"You can enter, Mr. Weasley."
Ron did just that, a big smile stretched on his lips. "Good afternoon, Headmistress."
McGonagall welcomed him. "Please take a seat, Mr. Weasley. It's a wonderful miracle that you not only survived but returned stronger."
"I was just lucky," Ron replied and looked around. The entire room looked the same as before. Unlike the Ministers who change their offices' look, it seemed McGonagall had no such idea. "I'm ready for my NEWTs."
"The examiners have arrived. I've allocated the Great Hall for your examination. You have until dinner hours." McGonagall explained the procedure. "The Wizarding Examinations Authority will take care of everything."
"Thank you for accommodating me, Headmistress. I wanted to finish this as quickly as possible."
"You should have taken the WOMBATs instead. They'd have served the same purpose." McGonagall suggested.
But Ron chuckled at that. "I could, but then I wouldn't be able to rub my better scores in Harry's face."
McGonagall smiled and handed him a sheet of paper. "These are your OWL certifications. They'll need this before starting your NEWTs."
Ron grabbed them and got up. "See you later, Headmistress."
"Mr. Weasley!"
"Woah!"
Ah, this is making me feel giddy. Ron basked in the fame as he walked towards the Great Hall. There were many students around at that time. I'd have loved to spend the last two years here.
Eventually, he entered the massive Great Hall. It was emptied for his examination, and there were seven examiners, all old and looking like professors. But none of them held any sharp gazes, instead, there was admiration.
Quickly, he sat down to take the written test first. He tried to be as fast as possible and finished the whole thing in three hours. After that, it was time for the practical exams. Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration were the easiest. Potions took some time as he had to brew the thing.
Finally, he had to go out for the Care of Magical Creatures.
He initially didn't want to take this exam, but after considering how easy it was to deal with animals ever since his luck boosted, he took it anyway.
In five hours, just an hour before dinner time, he finished up everything. He wasn't some super intelligent wizard, and he certainly didn't consider himself close to Hermione's level. He just used what he learned from fifty Sirius Blacks.
At that point, there wasn't much left to learn. From good magic to the Dark Arts, he knew a lot. Even things that he never wanted to discuss with anyone.
However, there was one thing he did want to talk about. And he found himself at the right place for it, and with him not being a student anymore, he felt confident in doing it.
Without wasting time, he climbed the stairs and arrived at the Potions classroom. He knocked on the door a few times before entering. The place looked as smelly and dark as it was before. Nothing had changed, not even the apparatuses.
"Professor Snape? Are you in there?" Ron called out. Hearing no response, he walked over to the teacher's chamber. "Professor?"
Thud!
"What?!" Snape appeared at the doorframe of the chamber just before Ron could enter. "What brings you here, Mr. Weasley?"
Not even surprised at my resurrection? Ron was in awe of the man's ability to ruin his image in the shortest amount of time. Sirius said he's not evil. He looks evil to me.
"I wanted to ask you something, Professor. Something about a potion," Ron replied, trying to pique the man's interest. "Is it possible to make a Felix Felicis potion that lasts a lifetime?"
Snape frowned for a quick moment before returning to normal. "Magic rarely follows the whims of certainty. What is beyond our grasp today may very well be within reach tomorrow. As of now, no potion exists with such properties."
Is he lying?
"Professor, remember back in my fourth year, after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament? You gave me detention, and, well... I did something stupid. I snuck a potion from your consumables section. Ever since then, I've been lucky—every single time." Ron plainly explained and asked. "What was that potion?"
"It was you?" Snape glared at Ron. "I searched for it for weeks!"
That brings me much delight.
"I was angry at you, Professor. I was young and a bit naive back then, I reckon. We've all grown up now. But I wanted to talk about that Potion—its effects. I think you might've just made the biggest discovery in wizarding history." Ron praised the potions professor. "If you sell this luck potion, even one single vial would be worth millions of gold."
"It was not a luck potion!" Snape snapped. "It was a personality-altering potion mixed with Felix Felicis."
"What?" Ron exclaimed, his face pale. "No, that can't be right. I've been lucky, haven't I? I mean, I fought ten Death Eaters and walked away without a scratch. I… I went through the Veil and still came back. That's not skill, that's got to be luck."
"You know better than the man who brewed it?"
Ron scratched his head, very much troubled. As if his whole worldview just shifted in a second. "But so many positive things happening can't be explained. Once is fine but they happen every single time."
"It was an experimental potion, Mr. Weasley, but rest assured, it couldn't have granted you everlasting luck. No, perhaps it merely adjusted your personality and made you more… competent, since recklessness was already there. I noticed your grades had improved since your fourth year—the potion offers a plausible explanation."
This is bullocks! This has to be! I did all that without luck? It makes no sense.
"It made me better at fighting too?"
"Confidence, heightened senses, better reaction, and greater memory capabilities—It was an experiment, so we'll never know the true extent. But luck? No, we have not yet reached the stage where something so implausible is within our grasp." Snape said, as directly as possible, clearing all of Ron's delusions.
Bloody hell! I've been running around like a fool. I got no luck? I could have died! But it all worked out, how can it not be luck?
"Thanks for answering my doubts, Professor. I'll leave you to it then. It's almost dinner time." Ron thanked the brooding Professor and retreated his steps, leaving the potions classroom. He strolled through the hallway, towards the exit.
The entire time he thought about his changed life. It all started with the potion, that was clear. The change in confidence was instant, and he remembered it.
I wish I hadn't asked him anything now.
With too many doubts in his head, he left the school grounds and apparated away from there. It was already late at night, so he arrived straight at his home. But it wasn't the Burrow—No, it was his newly purchased mansion.
"Fleur must have arrived." Ron noticed the lights of the mansion on.
He entered the mansion and took off his coat at the entrance. It felt warm and cozy instantly, the feeling of having a home and people to fill it with was delightful.
"Fleur?" He called for her.
"Come upstairs, Ron." Fleur's echoing voice reached his ears. It felt like a song of a siren.
"Upstairs?" He unbuttoned his sleeves and walked upstairs without wasting time. He reckoned that Fleur was busy with Anne, and he really needed a bath after the shocker from Snape.
"In here!" Fleur's voice came again.
"Hehe~"
Ron followed the voice, but he became alert as he noticed another set of giggles from the room. It wasn't childish, and rather playful. Apolline?
Knock! Knock!
He courteously knocked on the door and walked inside. It was his own bedroom, after all.
Thud!
The bag fell from Ron's shoulder. His eyes blinked stupidly, and his breath just stopped for a few moments. Was this heaven? Was this an illusion?
Three figures—Three Veela on the bed, on their bellies side by side, playfully paddling their feet—completely bare, their creamy pale bodies, the butts of varying sizes, and that secret, rosy slit between, all for his eyes to feast on.
"Welcome home, husband."
"Hey, Ron."
"You're late, Monsieur Weasley."
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