Ron telling family that he's not going back to Hogwarts

Ron was nervous. Hermione was supposed to be here tomorrow and he still hadn't told his mum and dad about him, Harry and Hermione dropping out of Hogwarts to go on a mission for Dumbledore. He couldn't believe what Hermione was about to do to protect her parents and he couldn't even find the courage to tell his parents one little thing. Well, it's not a little thing, it was quite big. Mum was going to kill him.

"Ron, are you alright? You've hardly touched your food." Mum called from down the table. Ron looked up from his plate to see his whole family, minus Percy, and Fleur, Lupin and Tonks staring at him.

"wha- yeah." He muttered looking back at his plate and pushed around his roast with his fork.

"Spit it out." Ginny demanded.

"Spit what out?" Ron asked looking at her

"You're obviously hiding something!" Ron's ears turned red, "tell us or I will force it out of Hermione when she gets here." Ron looked down, thinking that Hermione would probably be upset when she got here, or crying, or worse. Girls are bloody confusing. He thought with a groan.

"Why won't you just tell us?" Charlie exclaimed

"Are you dating a certain bushy-haired friend of yours?" Fred asked and Ron turned slightly red.

"No!" He exclaimed

"Or are you dropping out of Hogwarts?" George suggested and everyone chuckled at the ridiculousness of that, but stopped shortly when they saw Ron had turned red and looked down at his plate.

"You're dropping out of Hogwarts." Bill stated and everyone looked at Ron in shock.

"Why?" Mum demanded.

"Dumbledore left Harry, Hermione, and I something to do." Ron said, gaining some courage from the thought of his friends.

"What is your mission?" Lupin asked quietly

"I can't tell you."

"And why does it have to be you three?" Mum asked quietly and all of Ron's siblings went silent

"Dumbledore told Harry to tell only Hermione and I. Only us."

"I think you must have misunderstood. I mean, you're just children." Mum stated standing up. Ron stood up too. He was seventeen. He was done with his mum treating him like a child.

"We didn't misunderstand!" He exclaimed, "We have to leave school! Do you really think that by the end of the summer Harry Potter will be able to walk up to Hogwarts with Dumbledore gone? I can make my own decisions, mum!" Mum's temper boiled over

"YOU ARE GOING TO HOGWARTS THIS YEAR, RONALD WEASLEY! DUMBLEDORE GONE OR NOT! YOU NEED TO COMPLETE YOUR EDUCATION! HOGWARTS IS THE SAFEST PLACE FOR YOU! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE A JOB FROM DUMBLEDORE! HE'S DEAD! YOU CAN TELL US WHAT IT IS SO THAT ADULTS CAN TAKE CARE OF IT AND NOT THREE CHILDREN THAT AREN'T EVEN OUT OF SCHOOL! SO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN OR YOU ARE GOING TO BE DOING CHORES FROM NOW UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS!" Mrs. Weasley screeched, her face beyond Weasley red as she reprimanded Ron, whose face matched hers. His family all backed away from the table as a fight hung in the air.

"I'M NOT A CHILD ANYMORE, I'M SEVENTEEN! HELL, I HAVEN'T BEEN A CHILD IN A LONG TIME! PROBABLY NOT SINCE FIRST YEAR! I'VE BEEN THROUGH LOADS THAT MOST OF PEOPLE IN THE ORDER HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN CLOSE TO EXPIERENCING! HARRY HAS BEEN THROUGH EVEN MORE THAN I HAVE, AND HE'S STILL SIXTEEN! HERMIONE AND I HAVE STOOD BY HARRY FOR SIX, NEARLY SEVEN YEARS! I WOULD NEVER DITCH HIM NOW! NOT FOR SCHOOL! NOT FOR ANYTHING! WE HAVE TO DO THIS!" Ron took a deep breath. "Look, I'm not a little kid. I know that Voldemort is taking over the Ministry. Once he has full control, nowhere will be safe." He finished and looked at his family. His Dad was staring at him with a hint of pride in his eyes, but his mum was staring at him with anger.

"JUST TELL THE ORDER WHAT IT IS! WE'RE ALL FULLY TRAINED-"

"AND HARRY, HERMIONE, AND I HAVE FOUGHT VOLDEMORT MORE TIMES THEN I CAN COUNT!"

"WHO SAYS THAT YOU-KNOW-WHO WILL TAKE OVER THE MINISTRY?"

"EVERYBODY! I'VE HEARD THINGS! I'VE HEARD THE ORDER MENTION IT! ONCE VOLDEMORT TAKES OVER THE MINISTRY, WHO WILL HE COME AFTER? HARRY, HERMIONE, AND ME! DUMBLEDORE LEFT US THIS MISSION!"

His family sat there shocked as he stormed out of the room and stormed up the steps.

Bill was wondering what happened to the little boy who would run into his room screaming about a spider? The eleven year old who sent him a letter after his first week of school telling him all about his bespectacled friend and the annoying bushy haired girl?

Charlie was thinking about when Ron was twelve and Charlie came home for a few weeks. He remembered how Ron looked, with a lightning bruise on his head where a large chess piece had hit him. A chess piece! He remembered when he had suggested that Ron would be safer if he wasn't friends with Harry and Ron yelled at him for at least half an hour.

Fred and George were remembering Ron's seventeenth birthday. They had waited in Hogsmeade for hours for the students to come down, but never did. The twins thought about how scared they had been when they got the news that Ron had been poisoned. They had been so scared while running up to the school. That had been one of the many times they had been scared for their little brother. The amount of relief that they felt when they saw him alive and breathing in the hospital wing was indescribable.

Ginny was thinking about her fourth year after the Department of Mysteries incident. She had only broken her ankle but Ron had almost died. She remembered sitting next to him while he was unconscious, unsure of when he'd wake up or what mental state he would be in from the brains. Ginny could still see the angry scars that the brains had left on his arms.

Fleur was thinking about the boisterous boy she had met during the Triwizard Tournament. The boy that had shouted at her if she would want to go to the Yule Ball with him. The boy that had been what Harry would miss the most. The boy that had blushed whenever she walked into the room. The boy that had changed into a loyal man right in front of her eyes.

Arthur was wondering when his youngest son had become a man. The boy who had been frightened of tiny spiders had somehow changed into a man who was going to go off on a, most likely, dangerous mission that was left for him by Dumbledore.

Molly was furious. Why on earth did it have to be her little boy? Why did he have to go on the mission? Why not leave it to the adults? She was going to stop him and his friends if that was the last thing she did.