Ron Weasley: A Noble's Ascension

Directly in front of Ron currently stood three older Slytherin boys. All three glaring at him menacingly while simultaneously displaying their wicked smiles. As they slowly kept getting closer to who they perceived was an easy target. To them Ron was a simple pretty boy who got lucky by becoming a Black.

As far as they knew or rather how little they actually cared. Not one of them even tried to investigate any further into Ron. They also didn't believe any of the rumors surrounding him. Simply dismissing them, to them Draco's loss was due to a sneak attack.

How they saw it, Ron stood no chance against them.

"* This kid's nothing, he's probably scared stiff. So much for the school's most talked about freshman.*"

The Slytherin trio all sharing in the same thought.

On the other side, a grinning Ron welcomed them. He stood still, waiting for them to get ever closer. Yet, his left hand was ready to draw Longinus at a moments notice. Not that he would necessary use magic against them, but better safe than sorry. Although first it would be smart to know why exactly he was being stopped.

" Good Afternoon, gentlemen. What could I do for you three today?"

Ron's words went unheeded by the trio who kept advancing. Getting closer to their target the Slytherin's evil grins grew wider. Stemming from Ron's nervous chatter, which they perceived.

"* Oh, so this is intentional, alright I'll play with you three stooges. Though don't blame me for any injuries you might sustain. Well you could but who'd believe you?*"

Gripping Longinus' interwoven handle slightly tighter. Ron was preparing to cast the Locomotor Mortis Curse, but found himself hesitating. Something he would ever rarely ever do, much less when facing nobodies. Yet, he felt a strong sense danger coming from the trios direction.

"* What's going on!? I'm sure that these guys aren't any threat. That's obvious, yet the fear I'm feeling is all too real. I mean I haven't sensed anything close to this since... -- Shit! -- I've got to conceal Longinus as carefully as humanly possible. He can not find out about it, if he does... *"

Swiftly becoming a nervous mess and completely overtaken by his anxiety. Ron forgot all about the trio of Slytherin's, instead trying to figure out what to do. Then in a desperate attempt he let go of Longinus with his left hand. While simultaneously drawing his "Real" wand which he aimed directly at the trio.

" Sonoro. HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Ron, with the help of the voice augmenting charm shouted. Or to be more precise screamed his head off. All in hopes of garnering as much attention as possible.

Not wasting time, the second his voice boomed out he made another quick incantation. Of course he did so non-verbally to not rouse any suspicion. However unlike Wand Magic he needed constant and complete focus. Which he currently found extremely exhausting and taxing on his mind.

Not expecting Ron to so brazenly scream for help. The Slytherin's were quickly thrown into disarray.

" What's wrong with you!? Why'd you do that!?"

" Why you little punk!"

" Oh man we have to get out of here! Before-"

Sadly for them, before they could run away an unique and familiar voice rang.

" W..w.. what's g..g..g.. going o..o..on h..h..here?"

To the Slytherin's happy surprise the Professor who arrived first was Prof. Quirell. When they witnessed Ron screaming for help, fear gripped their hearts. That however was short lived as not one student feared the stuttering Professor. Thus as Quirell stumbled his way towards them, the trio simply walked passed Ron. They didn't do anything to him but did mutter several threat's as they passed him.

" Watch your back, you filthy blood traitor."

" Heh, so much for the famous Black Pride."

" We'll catch you later, Ronnie."

Turning back the trio of Slytherin's were elated as Ron stood completely still. In their minds they all thought they'd succeeded in scaring the young boy. The former was obviously false but the latter did hold some truth. Ron was currently scared only his fear had nothing to do with them.

"* Damn It, is no one else seriously going to show up!? I don't want to be anywhere near this asshole. Besides why is he out here? Wasn't he recovering from his injuries. Don't tell me he somehow figured it out, that it was... *"

With the trio of Slytherin's gone, only Ron and Quirell remained. A young crimson haired boy and a turban wearing Professor staring at each other. Neither one of them conceding to the other, the tension slowly thickening. The silence deafening, until Quirell finally spoke albeit with his usual stutter.

" It s..s..seems th..th..they're g..g..g..gone, n..now!"

" Yes, it seems they've fled. Thank you Professor Quirell. Now if you'd please excuse me I'm supposed to be meeting my friends."

Giving what he believed to be an appropriate response Ron smiled at the Professor. Then when he was about to take a step forward Quirell's words stopped him.

" Are they in the third floor?"

" What!? What did you!"

Trying to get away from the man as fast as possible. Ron in a moment of absentmindedness lost his composure when he heard him. He knew of the Professors real identity, that of Voldemorts host. That was the reason he wore that gaudy turban and why he stuttered. It was all a ploy an act to fool everyone, yet here and now he dropped it. Throwing Ron's mind into utter chaos, which right now was a death sentence.

"* No! Calm down, focus! Focus! Focus!! Focus!!!*"

Stabilizing his mind was a tremendous task but with enough effort he managed it. Right now facing one of the biggest threats to his life, he couldn't afford to lose his focus. Specially since he wasn't fully aware of the Dark Wizards intentions. He had to maintain his mind cold and calm, only then could he act appropriately. Thankfully Ron was sure his internal turmoil was just that, internal. He couldn't possibly display any form of weakness to the infamous Voldemort. Lest he become one of his prey, he didn't want that, not yet at least.

" W..w.. what's W..w..wrong Ronald?"

Quirell asked, his voice sounding unnaturally worried. Almost as if he forced himself to come off such. Which had the completely opposite effect as a cold shiver ran down Ron's back.

"* What the f.u.c.k am I going to do now?*"