Baby Blues

Baby Blues

Chapter One: One Big Nightmare

'Give it up Malfoy, you can't win,' Ronald Weasley, second youngest of the red-headed family, stood in a show down stance in the great hall facing Slytherin Draco Malfoy.

The hall was silent, each and every soul sat frozen to their seats.

The Gryffindors leaned over in their chairs, in anticipation, with the exception of Neville Longbottom who was worriedly chewing his nails to his fingers and trembling terrified at the scene.

Had Ron bitten into more than he could chew? The moment of truth was here, with his two best friends by his side.

The two wizards circled each other, like beasts readying themselves for battle. Wands clutched in death grips, knuckles whitening and expressions of deep serious, determination twisted on each fifth year boy's face.

Ron pursed his dry lips tort, every muscle in his rippled, tightening, tension clinched every dark corner of his body and soul. Eyes focused on his opponent, taking in every aspect, every twitch and movement, a panther ready to stride his prey the wizards locked gazes. This was it..

Draco lunged forwards shouting, 'Waddiwasi!' The blonde's smooth voice echoed from the walls, it all happened so fast.

A knife was flung from the nearby Hufflepuff table aimed straight at the red head's chest, the audience gasped and held their breath. But Ron's act of impulse was superior; he ducked, rolled, aimed and emitted his return spell.

'Stupefy!'

The spell met its target; Draco stiffened then collapsed to the floor lifelessly as a rag doll.

Silence.

Cheers! The whole hall exploded with the defining roars of the students, students from the others and his own, flocked to him; worshipping the ground he walked on, for just one simple spell.

'Alright everyone, one at a time!' Harry stood in, 'give the hero some room to breathe!'

A familiar bushy brunette rushed up to Ron, throwing herself in his arms, 'Oh Ron I was so afraid! You so glad your alright!'

Ron grinned warmly and was about to say something, but he yelped clutching his forehead, pain a thumping pain in his head, 'Arg!'

Hermione shrieked, 'RON!'

'Ron!'

'Ron' Hermione's voice slowly changed into a deeper... No, lower... more like Harry's voice!

'Come on Ron wake up, you got an owl,' drifted Harry's voice through the Gryffindor's fantasy subconscious, drawing back to reality.

Ron yawned cracking open an eye then the other, he was staring back a two huge yellow owlish eyes.

Peck!

'OUCH! PIG, QUIT IT!' Ron growled grumpily sitting up trying to shoo his over excitable owl away, yelping every time it nipped him in returned as he made his futile attempts.

Sighing as the plump owl fluttered triumphantly perching on a raised knee, the boy freed the parcel with was enclosed with a letter. Slightly curious Ron carefully unfolded the aged stiffened parchment.

Dear Little Bro,

Enclosed in the parcel provided is a solution to all you Malfoy problems, it's a potion George and I have been testing, still not quite perfect but will be sweet revenge on Malfoy.

Instructions:

Simply spill on target.

We hope this finds you well and comes in useful, maybe this will stop your little Malfoy's death obsession, really we are getting sick of your letters with every second sentence about how much you hate the git. And now revenge will be finally be yours my brother.

From

Fred & George

P.S. This note will self destruct in 5 seconds.

Ron gasped and flung back his arm to throw the note out of range, but it was to late with a nice KABOOM the note exploded.

'Fred and George?' Harry inquired amused poking his head in the dorm, his emerald green eyes flashed with laughter.

Ron looking peeved, grumbling. His clothes smoking; he peeled himself from the comfort of his bed.

'Hurry up Ron, we'll be late for breakfast.' Harry urged his loyal friend along, he disappeared back down to the common room, to wait with Hermione.

Ron muttered frustrated, today didn't seem to be working out all.

He met up with Hermione and Harry in the common room, both greeted the red head cheerily.

The boy could only a grunt. Slipping the bottle into his pocket he followed his friends down stairs to the great hall for breakfast.

~*~

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ron had brightened up from his earlier moods, food always did the trick; loading his fork with sweet tasting pancakes his eyes roamed the room. Then they fell on yes you guessed it, Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin talking chatting with his housemates looked smug and in control, how Ron despised the blonde one. How he wished to see the other boy grovel at his feet, how he wished he would pay for all the horrible things he did...

The grip of a gentle hand of his friend brought Ron back from his thoughts, 'Come on Ron, we have potions you'll have plenty of time to seethe over him in class.'

He stood following Harry out of the tussling Great Hall.

Only when descending down the stairs to the cool dungeons did Ron remember the tiny little bottle in his pocket.

Snatching out the curved bottled blue liquid, he studied it carefully, the bottle was hand crafted and had the Weasley Twin's logo stamped on the bottom. Ron pondered about what the potion might do, what horrible hideous effect it would have on its target?

The bottle's texture was smooth and slender; it was so... Perfect! It would be a shame to damage it.

Drawn out of his thoughts, by Harry's sudden stop, he peered out from around the raven-haired lanky male, only to lock gazes with none other than Draco Malfoy, holding the gaze a few seconds he broke it as Draco's smug irritating smirk widened as he approach the trio with a surprising slickness as if his feet didn't touch the floor.

'Well, well, well, if it isn't the Pothead fan club,' Draco drawled slowly emphasizing the last particle.

'Go crawl back under the rock you came from Malfoy!' Harry snapped his hand tightening into fists.

'My such big words for such a little man,' Draco snickered.

True... Draco had grown taller with a leaner built, but he still had the protection of his two goons Crabbe and Goyle. Who both seemed to have increased in size over the summer holidays.

'Leave Harry alone!' Hermione stepped in looking irritated.

Draco's nose crinkled as if he smelt something repulsive, 'So the mudblood is fighting your battles for you, eh Pothead?'

Ron's face by now had flushed as red as is flaming read hair, his ears starting to pink as blood flushed through his veins quicker as he started to become outraged, 'Malfoy, you leave Hermione out of this, or I'll...'

'Or you'll what Weasel? You'll hex me? Ha, that's a laugh,' Draco chuckled coldly.

Ron was so livid that his grip on the small potion bottle was almost crushing... THE BOTTLE, OF COURSE!

Without the capacity of level headed thinking the delicate bottle left Ron's hand, aimed straight for Malfoy's feet.

Little did Ronald Weasley know that this would be one of the most regrettable things he had ever done in his lifetime, but yet we cannot change fate, can we?

Time seemed to travel in slow motion for Ron as he watched the biggest mistake of his life soar to it's target feet, the bottle smashed on impact of the stone floor splattering all over Draco. A thick violet smoke was admitted from the contents and floated through the staircase, blinding and choking anyone in range.

Ron over his own raspy gasping heard Draco cry out in agony; the voice changed every minute to a more high-pitched wail, until silence...

Hermione coughing waving the violet fumes away from her as she approached the red head, 'RON! What did you do?' she squealed.

Brows furrowed, into a sheepish expression he stuttered, 'I-I d-don't know!'

'What do you mean you don't know?' Hermione looked suspiciously.

'It was a prank potion Fred and George sent me,' he explained.

'Uh, Hermione... Ron, I think you might want to come and have a look at this,' squeaked Harry.

The fumes were clearing and it was thin enough that you could make out figures and shapes, Harry's figure seemed to be kneeling over a lumpy shape; but they soon came to realize that it was no lumpy shape, but a large pile of Slytherin uniform! This was not good.

'Ron what have you done!' Hermione choked out in horror 'You killed him!'

But then the lumpy pile of garments started to wriggle about, Ron reluctantly pushed back the jet black robe only to come face to face with a small tiny baby with those familiar stormy grey eyes, staring back at him.

Ron blinked once.

The infant blinked once.

Ron blinked again.

So did the infant.

Ron let out a wail of horror, 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!'

'WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!' And the infant did so.

To Be Continued . . .