Ron Weasely was shaking now, though whether it was in anger or fear no one was really sure. They didn't have to wait long to find out though.
No sooner had Harry finished with marking Ginny and turned to him, then Ron opened his mouth and let everyone know exactly how he felt. He was furious. He'd never in his life been as furious as he was now. He was so furious he'd burned through the silencing spell Harry had put on him and could hardly see straight. His face had gone past red into blood purple he was so very angry. His hands were clenched into tight fists and his whole body was shaking with rage as he prepared to deal with the boy he'd consistently been making a monkey of for the last four years. Luckily he couldn't seem to move or he'd have tackled and began pummeling Harry for what he'd done to the girls.
All Ron could think was, 'This cretin had marked both his girlfriend and his sister. And he acted as if he had the right to do so. They, he and Ginny, were purebloods and Hermione was his girl. That placed her above this . . this freak! Who did this halfbreed think he was?' He opened his mouth to tell him off but he never got a single word out before Harry spoke.
"Don't even bother to tell me how you think I've acted incorrectly, Ronald. I haven't though I'm sure most of your family will believe I have. You, however, I'm well aware, lack the necessary brainpower to ever understand just what exactly has given me the right to act as I have today. Smart, is the last thing you've ever been and because of your bigoted belief, you'll never do anything to try and rectify the situation as you fully expect the fact that you are a pureblood to solve every issue for you. Much as you claim Malfoy does. Unlike you however, Malfoy actually has reason to believe his blood and station will solve issues for him. He's the heir to his house while you are merely the sixth son."
"However, that is neither here nor there. You are just as entitled to your prejudices as anyone else is. For the here and now, I was very careful to make sure the punishments I've handed out to your sister and Ms. Granger, and will be handing out to you, are not only justified and within my rights but that they're still on the books as legal courses of action a wronged wizard, no matter his or her age, may take against those who have wronged them. Therefore, you can take it to the ICW for all I care and you'll get nowhere because I have all these lovely witnesses to your admission of the crimes the three of you have committed against me since you met me four years ago."
"You should be grateful I'm dealing with you myself rather than have your lazy butt hauled before the Wizengamot and kicked out of this school because, Ronald Bilius Weasley, since I'm well aware of exactly where your tuition money for the past four, now five, years has come from, I am totally within my rights to do so. Because in all the years you have attended this school on my coin, not for one single semester have you achieved a passing grade point average."
"But I know you well enough to know you won't be. You are an arrogant ponce of a boy who feels he's entitled to all the good things in life just because you were fortunate enough to be born to a pair of pureblood magical people. Just as you feel you are entitled to come to a premier magical school instead of one of the many lower end schools where children are trained to actually work for their living. Grateful for my handling of this situation is the last thing you'll ever be."
"Especially since you put forth so very little effort to actually earn a decent education here to make my subsidy of your education a profitable venue for investment. You are and have been wasting my coin but you don't care because you are a pureblood. How many classes did you fail last term? How about the term before that? Can't remember. Tell you what. Just tell me one class you've actually passed here since we were first years. Can't name one? Doesn't surprise me. You can't even pass Divination with an EE like everyone else in the class does. All you get is an A and that's just pathetic."
"And we both know damn well you have personally endangered my well-being more than once over the years. You had a murderer sleeping in the dorm room with me all through our first year. You even admitted the damn rat liked to crawl up and snuggle down on my pillow when I was sleeping. And when I was moved out of the dorm, how many times did I have to give that rat back to you in a class because he'd gotten out of the tower and made his way to my prison chamber? A rat that wasn't a rat at all. A rat that was actually a man in hiding. A man everyone in this world believed to be dead already. A murderous man who had fifteen kills to his credit that we know of. Fifteen people that included my parents! A man who framed another for his crimes. For his own supposed death just so he could escape his just punishment."
"And you think I should replace it for you why? Would you be happy if I found and turned Bellatrix LeStrange into a rat and gave her to you to replace the murderer of my parents? Would that finally satisfy you? I'm sure Neville won't mind having the torturer of his parents staying in his dorm with him. Though I do think she'd be a better snake than a rat. Maybe you think you can explain to Neville how his safety and mental well-being isn't as important as you having a pet to talk trash about and forget to feed or tend. Don't even try and claim you took care of that rat, Ronald because we both know you didn't. If you had I wouldn't have spent the next two years after our first year catching the damn thing in my prison here to return it to you."
"But you don't want anyone to know that do you, Ronald? Don't want anyone to know your rat was actually a man. A man who is a murderer many times over. A murderer who's claim to notoriety is being the true betrayer of my family and trying to cover it up by accusing someone else of it while killing thirteen innocent people to make his get-away. Yet, you actually wanted to spend my gold replacing that dirty, worthless excuse of a pet rat this year. With, if my understanding is right, a shaggy, black haired dog to torment Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. All because Sirius Black, my Godfather, who was a shaggy, black haired dog animagus, was after your pet rat. A rat that wasn't actually a rat at all, was it? And Crookshanks was trying to help him get it. Because Crookshanks knew her owner, a girl you profess to love and care about, wasn't safe so long as that man disguised as a rat was in the tower. So you wanted to get a replacement pet to torment both of us, didn't you? How is it you claim to love her again? When you openly claim to want a pet solely so that it will torment her pet?"
"Bad enough you tried to stake a claim to Hedwig immediately after we discovered the truth about that filthy rat claiming I owed her to you for your loss of him. But then to hear this year you planned to use my money to buy yourself a dog. A dog who'd grow to resemble my dead Godfather… You're disgusting, Ronald Weasely. Pathetic and mean-spirited. Jealous, spiteful, arrogant and cruel. Perfect Death Eater material provided you actually learn to use your brain well enough to survive the training they undergo."
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