~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: As headmaster, Ron is trusted with the most sacred artifact at Hogwarts. He knows exactly what to do with it.
A/N: The corny chapters end here, I think.
Chapter Sixteen- Dumbledore's Wand
After the feast, it became a well-known fact that the first years, and the older students, were extremely fond of the new Headmaster. Though Albus Dumbledore would never be forgotten.
" Harry!" Ron caught up with him after dinner, leaving the hall.
" Hey, Headmaster Weasley" Harry joked, " so much for your first night, but I didn't quiet understand one part about your speech there".
Ron raised his arms, " hey, the way I see it, the kids are starving, they want to eat, they don't want to listen to me. I'll get them at the last feast".
" You make a wonderful Headmaster Ron" Hermoine said from standing next to Harry.
" Thank you Herm" Ron lowered his voice, leaning closer to Harry, " can I talk to you for a second in my office?".
Harry knew Ron meant something somewhat serious. " Sure" he turned back to Hermoine, " I'll see you two back at the room?".
Hermoine knew when to stay out of the guys business. She smiled and left with Ella. Ron and Harry headed towards this Headmasters office.
It hadn't changed, not one single detail since the last time Harry was there. Ron closed the door behind them.
" So, what's up? I'm not fired am I?".
Ron went pale, " why? What happened? Is there a reason that I have to fire you?".
Harry reacted to the times Ron jumped, thinking he was doing something in the curriculum wrong. " Um, no, it was a joke. Just a joke. What did you need to talk to me about?".
Ron walked up to his desk, Harry stayed a little further away. " Along with the note Dumbledore left, there was something else, something I was only suppose to see, no one else is to know about".
" Then why did you just tell me?".
" You're Harry Potter, I'm sure he'll understand, especially under the circumstances. I have no reason to have this in my possession, nor do I trust myself with it. I want to give it to you, for safekeeping, a major safety precaution on this entire school. What do you say?".
Unlike is well lit face, Harry had no clue what to say, " it would really help if you told me what it is that I would be keeping".
He was motioned to come closer to the desk. When standing at the other end, Ron pulled the long box from under the tabletop, gently placing it where it could be seen. Like it was a explosive device, Ron removed the top cover, revealing the wand. It was pure gold, encrusted with jewels, resting safely on the cotton bed.
" Dumbledore's wand" Harry gasped.
" One and only, it has more power than Voldie himself".
Harry looked up at Ron, " Voldie?".
" It sounds better than Vodermont, don't you think?".
He shrugged, " you're the Headmaster. But, why do you want me to take the wand?".
" I have horrible luck with wands, you know that. And this isn't just some stick from Diagon Ally, all the powers of Hogwarts is in this wand, and he left me in charge of it! Me! Of all people, me!".
Harry agreed with the late Dumbledore, " if he left you with so much responsibility, then he must have had a good reason. He was a bright man, and he wouldn't make such a decision unless he was absolutely sure".
Ron did seem scared of the power he now had, " please Harry. With new Malfoys running around and god knows who else, this thing is in grave danger, no one would know if you had it. You are the only person I trust, you and Hermoine that is, but she'd scowl at me for doing something like this".
He couldn't help but agree. " Alright, if you're sure" Ron nodded in a rapid fashion, " okay, tell you what, I'll keep it under the window sill, that way if you ever need it, it'll always be there".
" Okay" Ron nodded, his voice almost cracking again. To think puberty was over.
Harry stepped off the eagles spiral staircase minutes later, securing the wands box near his chest under his robes. He looked in one direction for a clear coast, but the other, he was not as lucky. None other than Olivia Daniels.
" Olivia, what are you doing here? You should be in your common room by this time" Olivia had been sorted into the Gryffindor housing the previous day.
She ignored his question from authority, " why were you at the headmasters office? You're not getting fired, are you?".
He hadn't taken it into consideration that she came to the same conclusion as him (only his was a joke). " Of course not".
" I saw the Headmaster walk here with you after the feast, I-I was worried that maybe you were in trouble".
Harry smiled, " Headmaster Weasley and I have been friends for a long time now, I don't think he'd get me in trouble".
Olivia sighed with relief, " that's good. There are stories of how the two of you behaved when you were students here. Like going into the forest, and the Chamber of Secrets, and.".
" And all the other things you shouldn't do" he finished for her, knowing that the trials he faced as a student would be anything but a good influence on the new comers. At least the older students knew better.
She seemed to have a concrete stare on him. " You weren't talking about Lord Voldemort with the Headmaster, were you?".
" What?" never once, aside from Ron and Hermoine, had he heard another student even dare to say that name. " Olivia, what are you talking about? Why would we talk about something so terrifying and revolting?".
Olivia shrugged, beginning to walk past him. " Things change" she said before leaving. She was not going in the direction of the common room.
Hermoine was reading, sprawled across the bed reading when Harry returned to the room. Ella was asleep in the connecting room, and did not hear the door slam.
But it caught Hermoine's attention, " what's wrong?" she closed the book, sitting up.
" There is something seriously wrong with that Olivia Daniels girl" Harry stayed pressed against the door, like he was hiding.
Hermoine had thought something went wrong with Ron, now that he was Headmaster, their problems would be more severe nowadays. " Problems? She's just a kid".
" I've never heard any eleven-year-old talk like that, not even you when you were her age". She signaled for him to continue. " She was outside when I picked up Ella from Hagrid, the only student out there. She was walking down the hallway when I left Ron's office, and she asked if we were talking about Voldemort".
" Were you?".
Harry shook his head, " no. But she asked about him in class today, I thought students were terrified of that demon!".
Hermoine shrugged, " we talked about him like he was any other guy, well, that's how we mentioned his name. Maybe she's just not afraid, we weren't".
" She asked if I was going to get fired!" the way he expressed the comment made Hermoine giggle, he sounded like a little boy again.
She left the mattress walking over to Harry, still positioned against the door. " She has a crush on you".
Harry sarcastically laughed, " that's great, lets make fun of me now. I'm scared of a little girl, so you're going to make fun of me, that's just perfect".
" I'm serious!" she snapped in a comical fashion, " I heard her whisper it to another girl in class this afternoon. She said you were a cute, and very young for a teacher, it's innocent talk".
" We never had innocent talk at that age" he randomly commented.
" We were different, very different. You have nothing to be afraid of, because you're all mine" she had that dark look in her eye that seemed to match perfectly with her smile.
Lying in bed later into the night, Harry was the only one awake. No one had ever had certain feelings for him, aside from Hermoine and Ginny Weasley. But Ginny was his best friends sister, and he was engaged to Hermoine. He chose to not tell her that Olivia had asked about their engagement. He tried to not think of it any longer, she was right. It was only words from an innocent eleven-year-old girl.
Taking his mind of that, Harry remembered the parcel that was still hidden under his robes. Without waking Hermoine, he removed the box, quietly placing it under the boards at the windowsill. Just as he had promised Ron, that it would always be there.