"I know. I know a lot of people don't believe you, but I do. I know you didn't put your name in... because I know who did." There. It was finally out. Now they could only wait for Harry's reaction.

Very quietly, Harry said, "What? How do you - I mean, who did it?"

Younger-Ron responded firmly, "Barty Crouch Jr, who's the son of Mr. Crouch, one of the Tournament Judges. Crouch Jr. is a Death Eater. He was sentenced to Azkaban, but his parents secretly helped sneak him out. Recently Crouch Jr. broke free of the Imperius Curse his father kept him under for years, and now he's out on the loose. He's extremely dangerous. Crouch Jr. is the one who fired the Dark Mark at the World Cup. He put your name into the Goblet." Oh I'm so glad all that preparation paid off.

Harry, looking even more overwhelmed, said, "Ron- that's - how do you know all this?"

Younger-Ron took a deep breath, and let out, "Because my older self from the future told me."

For a moment, Harry stared at him. Then he said coldly, "You know, Ron, if you don't believe that I didn't put my name in, you could just say so like everyone else." Harry started to get up and leave, and both Rons felt a jolt of panic and horror.

"Harry, WAIT!"

Harry turned.

"I'm serious, Harry. I'm not having you on, I swear Harry, I swear on my life. Look, I know it sounds insane - but then so does Quirrel having Voldemort on the back of his head, and that still happened, didn't it? Look - Crouch Jr. wants you killed, okay, he thinks killing you off will please Voldemort or something. You're in horrible danger. You've got to believe me, Harry, you've just - got to."

To their relief, Harry sat back down. Looking thoughtful, he slowly said, "...Moody did say he thought it was a plot to have me killed. He said a very powerful wizard must have Confounded the Goblet to make it think there were four schools, and entered my name in under a fourth school, to make sure it would select me, so I could..." Harry swallowed, "end up dying in the Tournament."

Oh, god, not fake-Moody. Say something, will you? Younger-Ron quickly replied, "Harry, I can't explain yet, but - be careful around Moody, will you? Don't trust him."

"Why - what's wrong with him?"

"Harry, I swear I'll explain later, but first, I need to know: do you believe me?"

"I-" Harry paused, terrifying both Rons, but then Harry continued, "...I do."

"Really?" younger-Ron gasped. Running his right hand through his hair, he said, "Oh thank Merlin, I was starting to think we'd end up in a stupid fight, too, like he said."

"Like he said? Did you mean... your older self?"

"Err..." What should I say?

Tell him the truth, Ron replied. I'm not proud of it, but he needs to know. He deserves to know.

"Well... when it happened with him - my older self from the future, I mean - he... didn't believe it, when his Harry, said the thing about not putting the name into the Goblet. Actually, he got jealous..." Younger-Ron stared down at the floor. Harry said nothing.

"He and his Harry did make up later, but he feels bad about not believing his Harry from the start. That's why he told me about it. He doesn't want all the same bad things to happen like it did for him, for... us. Harry, we don't agree on everything, but I know for sure, he really does want to help. He's on our side."

"I-" Harry looked torn. "Look, mate, I believe you about - this - older self business. It's insane, but like you said, weirder things happen, and I trust you but... I don't know if I trust him, this mysterious older self. I mean, for starters, how long has he been around you? Why is he just a voice?" And wow, okay, objectively, Ron could see why this Harry wouldn't trust him, but emotionally? It was a gut punch.

"He's been stuck in my head since August. And he has no idea how he got here, either. He... he wants to get back to his home, but - he also wants to help you, Harry."

"Since August? And you're only telling me now?!"

"I was planning on telling you, Harry, but I needed to find the right time! I mean, you didn't even believe me at first - and who knows what Hermione's going to say, but I bet she wouldn't believe it as quickly as you did!"

Harry deflated. "You've got a point... When are you going to tell Hermione, anyway?"

"Tomorrow, I guess... She's probably in her dorm by now, and we can't go into the girls' dorms... Do you think it would be a good idea to tell her in the morning?"

"As long as we make sure no one eavesdrops or anything... You really think she won't believe you?"

Younger-Ron shrugged. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow, won't we?"

"Yeah... can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Is it possible... is there any way I could talk to him? Your older self?"

"There is..." Younger-Ron paused, probably thinking carefully for what to say next. "If I let him, we can switch back and forth, for who has control. Whoever isn't in control, they're still there, in the mind, but they're not controlling the body - just an observer."

"Does that mean he's overhearing everything right now?"

"Er, yeah..."

"Can he hear everything you think, too?"

"Not exactly... we can think thoughts privately, and we can send out thoughts, like messages. Sending out thoughts, that's how we have mental conversations. If I'm making sure to think my thoughts privately, he won't hear it, and same with him. But if you're not making sure, the other person can overhear. I've overheard his thoughts a few times, actually."

"What did he say?"

"Well, once it was some weird thing about wanting to destroy some Dark artifacts Voldemort used, and then another time I overheard him talking about Viktor Krum and Fleur being Tournament Champions, before they were picked?" Oh, thank god he hardly remembers anything I said about Horcruxes, Ron thought privately.

"Is that how you knew her name? Because - your older self told you?"

"Something like that, yeah. Anything else?"

"Is there anything I should know... for the Tournament? Or... this Barty Crouch Jr. person?"

...Tell him I'll talk to him about it tomorrow.

"My older self said he'll talk to you about it tomorrow... which is also when we're telling Hermione."

"Right." An awkward silence followed. Just as Ron was wondering if he should suggest to younger-Ron something to say, Harry spoke up.

"Ron? Forgot to say before, so- thanks, for believing me, about the Goblet."

"Thanks for believing me about this older self stuff."

They went to bed soon after that. Eventually Harry fell asleep, and even younger-Ron sank out. But Ron stayed wide awake. Aside from the slight disturbance when Neville, Seamus, and Dean came in, the quiet stillness of night was perfect for his task at hand.

At first Ron was too distracted by thoughts on 14-year-old Harry finally knowing the truth (okay, part of the truth), and also thoughts on needing to tell 15-year-old Hermione the next morning, to focus on his mission. But finally, after some hours, he was able to push those thoughts aside, and start his task: delving back into his visions. Soothsaying, future sight, precognition, whatever you wanted to call it - recollection was key for these things. Prophecy usually only came when someone else was witness, but with visions, it was you who needed to remember it all.

Ron reached into one of his pockets and pulled out the sketchbook the Room of Requirement had given him. Using the moonlight (it really was fortunate the moon had a strong presence tonight), he began to draw. He was still no master artist, but he'd practiced this before, and Ron felt proud to see that the sketches at least decently captured the images and scenes he'd seen.

Besides, with capturing visions on paper, it was less about the exact details, and more about the feelings and the impressions they gave you. At least that was Ron's experience. Some diviners said they found sound the most important, while others said specific symbolism was the most important. Back when he was just a newly realised Seer, still green to it all, all the differing statements were so confusing. By now Ron was pretty sure it was just that different people experienced things differently, and soothsaying was no exception.

Finished for now, Ron put the sketchbook into his school trunk, and pulled up his blankets. Even this teenage body needed some rest. Ron started counting numbers, and fell asleep.

They woke up to bright sunlight beams coming from the windows.

What time's it- oh, shit. Oh, shit we OVERSLEPT!

Ron hurriedly changed his clothes, and forced himself to brush his teeth, which he hated every second of, then ran down the spiral staircase, through the common room, through the entrance hall, and finally stopped in the Great Hall. Oh, great, kid Harry and Hermione were nowhere to be seen. They must have wandered off after getting tired of waiting for Ron to come. He could only hope Harry didn't say anything yet. Well, he was here, he might at well sit down and let younger-Ron eat while they figured out what to do next.

Ugh, another opportunity missed... well, at least this teenage body is amazing. I mean, I can run down three flights of stairs and more without even needing to stop to catch my breath! I need to make use of that more, honestly.

Merlin's pants, are you ancient?

Okay, first of all, it's rude to eavesdrop. Secondly, I already told you, I'm NOT old: I'm only 32.

If you're going to shout out your thoughts, I'm going to hear them. Anyways, you keep talking about things like back pain, weird pains, and not being able to eat-

Kid, that's just what adulthood is like. Unless you're maybe a professional athlete, your body sucks.

Can you at least tell me when I stop getting acne?

Haha that's cute... the answer is never.

I NEVER STOP GETTING ACNE?!

Calm down, will you? The acne never truly goes away, but I get it less often... as long as I'm getting enough sleep, washing my face, exercising, and eating healthy. It's perfectly normal, you know. Plenty of adults still get the occasional pimple.

Oh, god, that all sounds horrible... isn't there ANYTHING good about adulthood?

Well, for me: I get to make my own choices more. I have my own finances. But more importantly... I'm a lot more aware of who I am, and a lot more accepting of myself, than I used to be. Speaking of which: it's okay to be insecure, you know. But you have to let people in. I can speak from experience: keeping it all in, trying to suppress insecurities and wants, does not work. It just turns into jealousy and resentment, and it keeps building up until something happens that sets it off, and then that just gets ugly.

I'm not... insecure...

Really? You're going to try to lie to your future self, who has literally gone through the exact same things you have - well, up until this August - and so knows you better than you know yourself? Honestly, younger-Me, now I just feel insulted.

FINE, so MAYBE I'm a LITTLE insecure! But that doesn't mean I like talking about it! Or even thinking about it! I hate feeling like the least important, and I'm sure as hell not telling that to my friends!

...Okay, if you're not ready to talk to others about it yet, that's fine. Take your time if you're not there yet. But you have to be able to face yourself. At the very least, be honest with yourself.

Does that mean having to tell YOU everything?

Of course not. I try to respect what privacy you can make. But you have to admit the truth to yourself, and when you do talk to me, I don't want you to lie to me, either. I haven't lied to you. I haven't told you everything either, especially since some things aren't safe for you to know, but everything I've told you is all the truth. I expect the same from you.

Ugh, fine... it's just... I know that you know what you're talking about, since you kind of WERE me... but it's still so annoying, getting lectured...

I get it. It's not like either of us signed up for this situation. Sometimes I get frustrated dealing with you too. But we're both trying. And I also remind myself, you're only 14, you haven't experienced as much as I have, so I have to be patient, so... sorry if I've been too harsh.

...Thanks ...uh, shouldn't we find Harry and Hermione now?

Don't think I missed that deflection... but sure, we can go look for them now. Any ideas where to start?

After checking the entrance hall, the lawns by the lake, the Owlery, and the common room, they still weren't able to find either Harry or Hermione. Ron even went to Hagrid's hut, but Hagrid said they hadn't come all day. Then younger-Ron suggested they check the library, making Ron feel like an idiot for not checking the library in the first place.

Younger-Ron found Harry and Hermione in the library. When Hermione saw him, she said, "About time! Harry says you had something important to tell me, but refused to tell me what it was - said you had to say it in person. After we went to the Owlery, we came here, and we've been sitting around here waiting for you since!"

"Sorry," younger-Ron said, rubbing his neck nervously. "I overslept, and then I couldn't find you or Harry anywhere."

"It's all right," Hermione huffed. "But can you tell us this big secret now?"

After they quickly switched so Ron could cast a Muffliato, younger-Ron said, "Just one thing: you believe that Harry didn't put his name in the Goblet, right?"

"Of course I do. I knew Harry hadn't entered himself - we saw his face when Dumbledore read out Harry's name! The question is, who did put in? Because Moody is right, there's no way it was a student, they wouldn't be able to fool the Goblet, or get past the Age Line -"

"That's the thing: I know who did it," younger-Ron interrupted.

Hermione gaped at younger-Ron, then at Harry. Harry just shrugged sheepishly and said, "That's kind of how he started with me last night, too."

"You knew-"

"Harry only knew since last night," younger-Ron cut in. "I would have told you then, too, but you're not in the boys' dormitory, and boys can't go into the girls' dormitory, so..." He trailed off apologetically.

Hermione managed to choke out, "...Who?"

"Barty Crouch Junior, a Death Eater. His parents secretly broke him out of Azkaban years ago. Recently he broke free of an Imperius Curse cast by his father, Barty Crouch Sr. - and he was the one who fired off the Dark Mark at the Quidditch Cup. I don't know when he did it or exactly how, but he Confounded the Goblet into thinking there were four schools, and submitted Harry's name under a fourth school. He thinks setting Harry up into the Tournament will please... You-Know-Who. I think he's also put Crouch Sr. under the Imperius Curse by now. And the reason I know all this is..."

Younger-Ron took a deep breath, then said, "The morning of the 14th of August, I woke up to find I wasn't the only mind in my body. There was another person there: an older version of me, from an alternate universe."

Total silence. Hermione stared in shock for several seconds, before spluttering out, "But - that's impossible - everyone knows - everyone knows that alternate universes are only a theory! No one's ever travelled from another universe before! It's not - it's never been done before!"

Younger-Ron smiled weakly. "There's a first time for everything?"

Hermione crossed her arms and said, "Prove it."

"Prove it?" younger-Ron cried out. "How am I supposed to prove it?"

"I'm sure you'll be able to think of something."

What am I supposed to say?! Really, how am I supposed to prove it? If you tell something from the future, it hasn't happened yet, so that won't help in convincing her!

Right, and I'm from another universe, and we've already made some changes, so some things won't happen the same way, or maybe not at all... ugh, this is harder than I thought it would be... how about... no... Oh, I've got it! Tell her I told you that I know her middle name originally was going to be Jane, but then her parents decided it was too plain, so they made it Jean instead.

"Just now, he told me he knows your middle name was going to be Jane, but your parents thought it was too plain, and decided on Jean instead."

"That's... right," 15-year-old Hermione said, stunned. "How - how could you know that?"

Younger-Ron shrugged self-consciously. "Like I said - older-Me, from the future, told me just now."

"Well, I guess that is proof... It's just, this is really... unprecedented!" She seemed flustered. "For starters, how did this even happen in the first place?! What's his universe like? When is he planning on going back?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Er, that's all interesting, but now we're all on the same page... last night, Ron said he would answer my questions tomorrow, so..."

"Oh - of course, Harry, this business with Barty Crouch Jr. and the tournament is very serious! I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, you go right ahead, Harry."

"Wait," younger-Ron said. "Before we start - Harry, yesterday you asked if there was a way to talk with older-Me, right? So... you could talk to him right now. You could ask him your questions."

"...I guess it would be good to ask the person from the future," Harry said.

Wait, what are you doing?!, Ron sent out. This wasn't part of the plan!

The sooner I introduce you to Harry and Hermione, the better off we'll be! They already know you exist now, why shouldn't you talk to them?

Fine! We'll switch.

They'd switched plenty of times, but this time felt different, probably because all eyes were on them. As soon as Ron had feeling in the fingertips, he looked up to meet 14-year-old Harry's gaze.

"Hello, Harry. It's nice to finally meet you properly."

Young Harry was looking at him far more evenly than he'd expected. "You're the Ron from the future."

"Yes. And if you're wondering how far in the future: When I went to bed for the last time before waking up... here, it was the 13th of August, 2012."

"Well you definitely don't look your age."

"No kidding."

Harry's first question was exactly what Ron was expecting. "What should I know, for the tournament?"

"Nothing for now. The first two tasks are fine... relatively speaking. It's only at the third task, when things turn sour. Oh, and like I said: don't trust Moody."

Harry looked at him with suspicion. "You said that before. Why shouldn't I trust him?"

Ron had thought about how to answer this question earlier, when they'd been preparing to break the news, but it was still a tricky one. He couldn't reveal too much, too fast. Knowing Harry, that could lead to something like Harry deciding to confront fake-Moody all by himself. And that would be disastrous.

Ron finally settled on, "Because he's not all that he appears to be."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just be cautious around him, okay? Do not trust him or what he says, but don't show it to him. Also, tell us of any suspicious activity from him. I can't tell you much more than that. The future is a tricky thing," Ron added, hoping that would convince him.

"Still can't believe you waited this long to reveal yourself. Can't wait to see what Dumbledore has to say about all this..."

Oh, Merlin, Ron had not been looking forward to this part. But, it had to be done, had to be answered. "...About that: we can't tell Dumbledore."

Harry stared incredulously. "Why not?"

Ron, remembering his planned-out answers carefully, replied, "...Because Dumbledore would want to know everything. And- I can't do that. I can't tell him everything. And he wouldn't be able to accept that. With the best of intentions, but still." A nice, neat answer that hid his real turmoil of emotions. Even now, he wasn't sure how to feel about - no, best not to think about that now.

"But-" Harry looked unsatisfied.

"Please, Harry," Ron said, trying to be firm but gentle. "You don't have to agree, but can you at least do this for - us?"

"Us? What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't think your best friend wasn't listening, did you? He's right here," Ron tapped their head, "paying attention to all of this."

"And... he agrees? About not telling Dumbledore?"

"Yes. I won't lie, he's not happy about it, but he understands the need for it, and so he does agree."

Harry looked at him for a moment, trying to gauge Ron's honesty, then said, "Well, you're from the future, so I suppose you know what you're talking about."

"Do you have any other questions?" Ron said, hoping to get the main part over with.

"Yeah, but... they're silly, it doesn't matter," Harry mumbled.

Oh, why did he have to put himself down so much? "Harry," Ron said, trying to be reassuring, "I promise I won't think it's silly, whatever you have to ask."

Harry looked at him strangely. "Wow, you really are a different Ron," he said, and Ron was just about to ask what exactly was that supposed to mean, when Harry let it all out in a rush: "Do you two sometimes fight for control?" "Have your tastes changed in the next few years?" "Have you learned how to use the telephone properly?" "Do you still hate spiders?"

He spoke so quickly Ron could barely hear each question.

"Okay, one question at a time... Usually we don't fight for control, but if I'm being honest, sometimes we bicker about switching. We do try to work together as a team, though. I don't think I've changed that much in what I like, but I've experienced new food, so I think my tastes have grown over the past years? Yes, I have finally learned how to use the telephone properly, I actually have my own mobile now." Ron paused, then said, "And yes, I still hate spiders, though I've also learnt the hard way, that there are things in this world much, much worse than spiders."

Harry nodded, taking it in, and just when Ron thought that the hardest part was over - it happened.

Trying too hard to be casual, Harry said, "Oh, and do Sirius and I ever get to live together?"

The question was like a gut punch - no, like a punch to the heart. Ron had never been as close to Sirius as Harry, but a reminder was still devastating. Ron felt like he couldn't breathe.

Even after all this time- no, can't think like that, you've been doing well, she said so, it's just because you didn't expect it, you weren't prepared for it- calm down, will you - oh, god, what do I even SAY to kid Harry over here-

But it turned out he didn't need to say anything at all. Harry took in Ron's expression, and simply said, "...Oh." He looked completely defeated.

Ron, wanting to cheer him up, almost said that maybe they could change things so it wouldn't happen this time... and then bit his tongue. He absolutely couldn't speak on the topic unless he actually had a proper strategy, that he had very strong reason to think would work, and even then maybe not. He couldn't dare risk giving Harry false hope. That would just be too cruel.

After that, the meeting had a more sombre tone. Hermione anxiously asked some questions about class choices, but Ron just told her that she would make good decisions for that on her own, and didn't need to worry. When Harry grimly asked what he should be prepared for, for the entire year, Ron just said there was nothing immediate, and he needed some more time to give advice. Hermione also asked if there anything she should do differently, so Ron said, "...Make sure not to permanently disfigure someone's face, even if they did do something wrong." When Hermione looked confused at that, Ron simply added, "Hopefully it won't come up anyways, that's just in case."

Towards the end of the meeting, Ron said, "You mentioned you went to the Owlery before coming here? Why?"

Harry looked uncomfortable. "It's just that, Hermione said I should... send Sirius a letter, about being a Triwizard Champion... and he said not to use Hedwig before, so..."

Feeling guilty for making Sirius a difficult topic now, Ron could only respond, "Ah... makes sense."

With the meeting now over, Harry said he was going out to the lake. Ron asked if he wanted company but Harry said not right now. Hermione also mumbled something about needing to find some books in the library right now.

Younger-Ron decided he wanted to go back to the dorms, so they switched and left. While on their way out of the library, Ron thought, Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... oh SHIT, I'm going to have to tell Malfoy!

Ugh, do we have to tell him? Younger-Ron whined. Great, he'd forgot to think privately. And younger-Ron had also stopped walking.

Uh, we literally just told your Harry and Hermione about me being here and from the future, so yeah, that definitely counts as a change! I guess writing a letter would be easier than waiting until the next meeting...

We have to tell Malfoy, AND more writing? Oh Merlin I fucking hate my life...

I hate my life too, now let's go. I'll write the letter, don't worry.

Younger-Ron made sure to send out feelings of irritation, but started walking again.

Once in the dorm, Ron found writing the letter took much longer than he'd like, but - well - several minutes later, he was done. For a moment he briefly debated whether to send the letter then or later, then thought privately, Oh, who are we kidding, I'll never get it done if I put it off for later. Internally cursing himself the whole way, he forced himself over to the Owlery, and used a school owl.

There, now I sent... Stubby Boardman's letter. Hopefully "Penumbra Eadmund" gets it soon and responds.

What's with those barmy names anyway? Where'd you come up with them?

For a moment Ron hesitated. Should he really give out such future knowledge? Then he privately thought, Eh, fuck it. Minor celebrity gossip at worst.

So he sent out, Well, Stubby Boardman was the lead singer of a retired band called The Hobgoblins. Really I just picked it because The Quibbler claimed he was Sirius Black's secret identity or something - or will claim, I guess. And... I have no idea for Penumbra Eadmund, you'd have to ask Malfoy about that.

Yeah, that's not happening, was sent, along with some skeptical feelings.

Fair enough, I don't really care enough to ask either.

...Unsurprisingly, Malfoy was not happy.

"This is so - this is going to make everything so much more complicated!" Malfoy paced intensely while fiddling with some glass container, looking furious. "Now we have to deal with two more people, knowing about the situation... and I have no idea what will happen now that, of all people, you told 14-year-old Harry Potter and 15-year-old Hermione Granger! Especially with the position they're in, they could jeopardize everything! Just off the top of my head - who's to say they don't try to tell Dumbledore everything?! Did you even think of that before you went and told them everything?"

Ron was now feeling a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing that. So he just said, "I did, actually. I specifically told them not to tell Dumbledore about this, and they weren't happy about it, but they did agree to it."

Malfoy sneered. "Right, and we all know how teenagers - especially these teenagers - always do as they're told."

Somehow it was so much more infuriating when he actually had a point. Trying to ignore that feeling, Ron continued, "Anyways, they still don't know the whole situation. I didn't tell them much about what I'm trying to change - made sure not to tell them much about the future at all, for obvious reasons - and they only know about me. I didn't tell them about you."

"Honestly, just... do it, you might as well." Malfoy ran his hand through his hair irritatedly. "In fact, why don't you just tell your entire house as well? No, wait, tell the whole school. Why not go out and send a letter to The Daily Prophet while you're at it?"

"Can you stop? Just once?"

"No, I cannot, and will not. Ever. You really should know that by now. Honestly though, just tell them. You already decided to tell them everything else, so just go ahead and do it. If they already know the rest, they'll figure this out eventually, too. So... just get it over with."

Ron, against his better judgment, said, "Really? You're fine with me telling them?"

"Oh, I'm still furious. But honestly I should have expected this. You three were always so attached at the hip, I should have known it was only a matter of time before you just couldn't help yourself, and just had to tell your precious baby friends the truth. So, yes, go ahead and tell them about the other time-displaced person. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to hear it all."

Ron rolled his eyes, but then said, "So... maybe we'll have two more people in the Room of Hidden Things, next time."

"Sure, if they can even handle it," Malfoy scoffed. "Now, are we going to work on the next steps the investigator outlined for us to do in their latest letters or not?"

Ron sighed and prepared for the next hour or more to be full of tiring manual labour. And I also have to prepare to figure out to tell kid Harry and Hermione about how I'm not the only one here... and how the other person is Malfoy... that's going to be a pain... How, how do I end up with problems like these?

Beats me, younger-Ron sent, for once speaking up during the Room of Requirement meetings. I thought my biggest problem this year was going to be getting nagged about the O.W.L.s for next year or something, not a kind of time travel I've never seen before. Oh, well, giving this explanation is definitely your problem, not mine! And he slipped out.

"Wait, WHAT?! MALFOY?!" Oh, Harry was definitely reacting as expected... unfortunately.

Hermione wasn't looking much better. "Of all people-"

"Listen, it's not like I chose it to be-"

"But OF ALL PEOPLE-"

I was right, this is definitely going to be a pain. Fuck my life.

Wow, Chapter 10 is FINALLY done... and it took forever!

Not gonna lie, readers, this was a very challenging chapter to write, I got stuck on multiple parts, and of course I got busy with school, too. But, finally, it's out. Hope you find it interesting.

The thing about Hermione's middle name, is inspired by Rowling saying she was originally thought Hermione's middle name should be Jane, then changed it to Jean. To be clear, the only thing I take as canon is the seven books, but sometimes I may be inspired by what Rowling may say in an interview.

Ron saying not to permanently disfigure someone's face even if they did do somethung wrong, is a reference to how in Book 5, Marietta Edgecombe ends up with large facial scaring due to Hermione's spell.

If anyone noticed: I changed "Champagne Papi" to "Penumbra Eadmund" for... personal reasons.

As always: I may not update regularly - as you can CLEARLY see with how long it took to write and publish this Chapter 10! Please review if you can, and let me know what you think. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.