Ron Weasley: A Noble's Ascension

When the door was finally closed Ron turned to face Quirrell who's complexion became much paler and his beady eyes shined with a dark glint.

" We're alone now, so what did you want to talk to me about about Professor?

"* NOW!*"

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> Quirell's POV <

"* Master said to make sure that this boy isn't one of the Headmaster's pawns. Too bad for you boy, I'll have a good long look through your memories, but don't worry you won't even notice my little intrusion. Now show me, Everything!*"

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> Ron's POV <

"* Really now... I'd be afraid if that Psycho hiding under your turban was the one trying to peek inside my head, but you? How about I show you this?*"

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> Quirell's POV <

" Ron, what did you want to talk about?"

" Daphne do you remember the deal I made with your father, about me- us being engaged?"

" I know that I rejected it, and I know it's an idiotic reason but I felt that I wasn't deserving of you... "

" Ron... "

" For that reason, as the Prewett Family Heir, I'd like to formally ask you... Daphne Greengrass would you be my fiancee?"

"* Useless information! I'll go further...*"

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" Because WE'RE Purebloods, we shouldn't scream out insults during class, it's beneath us. Besides, if you do, you might end up like Draco here. I wouldn't want to do that to such a nice and gentle lady as yourself."

" You think we'll listen to you!? You're a Weasley! You're no Purebl-"

" Silencio."

"..."

" Unlike you, I'm the current head of a Noble House. I'm above you all in rank, you want to act like Purebloods fine, but unless you can beat me I'd suggest you all keep your mouths shut!

"* He seems like a perfect Pureblood yet he protected that Muggle Born girl. Is he really a blood traitor like his family Or is it all a facade to show others? Most of these memories are recent and ate basically his everyday life and other than this sudden outburst there isn't much else... Oh, what's this?*"

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" Remember Ronald, we of the Black Family are different from the other families in the Sacred Twenty Eight. Our Family is not only a wealthy and distinguished Wizarding Family from Britain, we are one of the very few Ancient and Powerful Wizarding Family in the entire World!"

" Yes, Aunt Lucretia."

" Good, never forget that Half-Bloods, Muggle Borns and those Blood Traitorous Purebloods are beneath us. It is our birth right to rule over them, Toujours Pur! Always Pure!"

" Yes, Aunt Lucretia. Toujours Pur!"

"* So it is all a facade, but to hide himself so well... A snake inside an Eagles Nest, this is something that master must know! Huh!? There's more to this but it's hidden? Too bad for you boy your weak barriers can't hold me out!*"

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" When I die you will become the last true member of the Family, raise it up from the ashes from which out name has been buried in and rise, with it our name, family and pride will follow you."

" You have my word Aunt Lucretia, I Volanis Black will raise our Family's name and once again Black will be synonymous with Elevated Status, Wealth and Power!."

" Volanis, don't tell others your true name, not until you are strong enough to protect yourself. For now you are a Weasley that way it will allow you to move in the shadows without putting you under the spotlight. Now go back to Britain, in Hogwarts you will be able to grow, gather allies and m.a.t.u.r.e safely... "

*Cough*

*Cough*

" Aunt, you should go rest you're still too weak to be out of bed. "

"* What!? The boy is a true Black!? They haven't died out yet!? Who's child is he!? I have to inform Master if this at once!!!*"

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Breaking off their connection Quirrell, hastily wanted to obliviate Ron's memory but was unable to as Ron stumbled out of the way of his wand.

" Eh? What's going on? Professor what happened?"

"* Did I somehow damaged his memory when I cut off the connection? Either way to be safe I'll erase the last few minutes from his memory.*"

Aiming his wand again at the confused Ron, Quirrell casted his spell. The stunned Crimson Haired boy didn't move out of the way and was struck by the spell.

" Obliviate."

Due to the spell Ron fell down to the ground and only opened his eyes a few moments later. The stuttering Professor was no nowhere to be seen standing up he walked out of the room.

*Click*

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" Master the boy is gone."

Coming out of the shadows, Quirrell spoke to the empty room, calmly and without his usual stutter. Unexpectedly a slow, distorted and unnerving voice answered his words.

" What did you see...?"

" He's not a blood traitor like the Weasley's, nor is he a Ravenclaw in fact he's more of a Slytherin than all of those Heirs and Heiresses."

" Don't waste my time Quirrell, has he or hasn't he had contact with Dumbledore!?"

When the voice began to shout the turban wearing Professor started to tremble afraid of the voice. Trying to quell it's anger towards him he began to explain what he'd seen in Ron's memories.

" At first I didn't find anything out of the ordinary but then I came into contact with a barrier blocking a few memories."

" Spit it out! What did you see!"

" Master, the boy's name isn't actually Ronald Weasley, it's Volanis Black! He's a true member of the Black Family!"

" What!? That's impossible! Are you trying to deceive me Quirrell!?"

" No! No! I would never Master!"

When he heard the anger and fury in the voices tone Quirrell began to plead with it.

" Then I'll go through your own memories!"

" Aaahhhhhahah!!!"

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> Voldemort Soul POV <

" You have my word Aunt Lucretia, I Volanis Black will raise our Family's name and once again Black will be synonymous with Elevated Status, Wealth and Power!."

"* What is this!? There should be no more Black's! The last two males were Sirius and... REGULUS!!! Is this your child, Regulus!? The brat's age barely passes, but if he is... I'll finally be able to get revenge! I will turn him into the most loyal and faithful follower. He'll become what you should've always been, my Pawn!*"

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Outside the classroom down the hall a Crimson Haired Boy slowly walked the empty corridor with his ever present grin.

"* The King's arrogance shall be his downfall...*"