Just a bit of freestyle, inspired on a plot-twist for the story I'm working on, that was later discarded. It's told in Ron's POV. I hope you enjoy it.

When the one able to reconcile Light and Dark comes, Magic will show its true form. He'll be the last spark of hope. He'll be the one to reignte the fire of a lost Kingdom. And that is why, he'll be their King.

Why did Ron Weasley laugh at Draco Malfoy's name on their first train ride to Hogwarts? An insight of Ron's thoughts the first Friday night he spends at Hogwarts. A bit darker than it seems.

"Now, where do you think you're going, Ferret? We don't want you to mess up that pretty aristocratic face of yours over some silly little hippogriff, now do we? And what the bloody fucking hell is up with that strut? Are you one of those Muggle 'models' my father always rants about? 'Cos you certainly look like one." My very first story. Draco/Ron. Slash. You've been warned. Edited