Hello to all. This is the second installment of the Son of the Archer series. If you have read the Son of the Archer, feel free to proceed into the following story. If not, I highly suggest you go and check out Son of the Archer. Otherwise I am afraid you will be horribly confused as to what is going on.

Anywho... On with the story.

One would say that the day was seemingly perfect. The air was warm but not hot, the soft breeze was cooler, but not cold. The ground was soft from prior rain and the grass recently dried with seldom seen puddles. The sun shone from its daily peak. Parents were rushing about preparing to take children to school the next day for many of them. It was an unusually beautiful and clear day in Britian with not a cloud visible for miles.

Ron couldn't bring himself to enjoy it however, as tomorrow, he would be attending Hogwarts' school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, leaving his family behind in America until June. He was just trying so hard to keep his dad close with his final day together. Red rimmed blue eyes hid on Clint's shoulder as his dad held an arm around him, his hand stroking his hair calmly out of his face, as they sat outside his squatter's tent.

"Promise me you'll try and enjoy school Ron," his dad whispered. Ron didn't take an insult to it. He had heard from agents time and time again, there were moments that were unavoidable. Hindsight was just a petty excuse. No one ever knew everything. So his dad asking him to make the best of it, was not all that surprising. It still didn't make the pain in his heart go away.

"I'll try dad. Hey, can we play a game?" he asked. It was an obvious attempt to change the subject. Clint gave a large smile and lifted Ron's head from his shoulder. Sometimes, he seemed so grown up, but he really was still just an eleven year old boy. One that needed playtime and games as much as life lessons and math classes.

"Sure. What do you want to play?"

"Assasin?" he asked innocently. Clint couldn't help but snort. Assasin. He doubted the Weasleys would be alright with them trying to put marks on each other's body. But he did have the markers...

What could he say? He was incredibly immature.

"I don't think you have the right tools to be an effective Assasin," he stated with mock seriousness. Ron rolled his eyes.

"You keep your sharpies in your bag."

"That may or may not be true," Clint responded. He really needed to think of a new hiding place for those... Oh what did he care? He would probably keep putting them there and just make himself a sandwich. Speaking of which...

"Last one there- ack!" Ron began as he was scooped off the ground and held above the ground in a bridal carry from his dad. He looked up with amused indignation. Clint gave an impish smirk.

"Last one there what Ron?"

"Oh come on dad! I can walk!"

Clint's eyes strayed for a brief moment to the eldest brothers who came running down to Clint and Ron, their wands in easy reach. He looked back at Ron and began walking calmly to the Weasley residence. Charlie and Bill slowed down and stared hard at Clint who merely gave a sarcastic grin to them both.

"Charles, William," he greeted walking past. Charlie's eyes widened and his face flushed red in embarrassment as Bill shrugged off the name. He had been called William plenty often by the goblins. Ron snickered at Charlie's indignation as he was carried toward the Burrow's front door. He placed Ron down on the ground allowing him to walk inside. As it was, Clint was not allowed inside the Weasley home. Damn magic barrier.

"Go get yourself a sandwich Ron. You need to keep your blood sugar up."

Ron stuck his tongue out chilidishly at his dad, but darted into the Weasley kitchen, out of sight when Clint turned to face the oldest of the Weasley boys.

"Gentlemen," he acknowledged.

"Mr. Barton," Bill responded curtly. Charlie's face was still lightly stained red as he stood tall next to his brother.

"Did you really have to carry our brother like that?" Charlie asked. Clint smiled.

"He's getting pretty big. I don't think I'll be able to do that for much longer," he responded with slight sadness in his voice. Bill wouldn't be surprised if the man held a grudge against them. He knew that they did for the years he had stolen from them by taking Ron. But he couldn't bring himself to hate the man. He had explained how he had saved Ron from what the court assumed to be Bellatrix LeStrange, a convicted Death Eater.

"I think he can walk on his own," Charlie replied giving his brother a look. Clint recognized it. So Charlie was the younger one eh?

"So Billy boy here picked you up often dragon breath?"

It was Bill's turn to look embarrassed over the name as Charlie snorted.

"What makes you think that?"

"You're the one defending Ron from being carried. And being the tallest does not mean you're the oldest," Clint stated simply, poking Charlie's cheek. Both Hogwart's graduates looked over Clint in surprise at his apparent casual attempted interaction.

Ron didn't know where exactly everyone else was inside the Burrow, but he didn't fancy running into them and wasting his time with his dad. He scoured the room for bread, lettuce, meat and cheese as he began to craft a filling sandwich that wouldn't have his dad making him march back inside for more.

He was cutting some chicken he had found in the... Well he was certain it was a fridge, if not a bit out dated, when a voice spooked him.

"Oh Ronald are you hungry? You should have told me," a quick maternal voice broke the silence. Ron jumped and whipped his head around. His eyes widened before returning to a somewhat relaxed expression.

"Oh. I didn't want to bother you-"

"Not a bother at all dear. Let me fix you something right up. You are much too thin-"

Ron could only blink as she bustled around the room pulling pots and pans along with loads of spices and herbs, a variety of meat, vegetables, and broth soon took up her counter space. He had to give her credit where credit was due though, she knew her way around the kitchen with her magic, even if she seemed to only know how to cook for an army considering the amount of food she was making.

"It's fine. Really. I already made myself a sandwich so I'm good-"

"I was thinking Roast beef, how does that sound?"

"Uh, fine I guess-"

"Good, I'll have it right ready in a moment."

"-for... Dinner. Alright then."

Ron was more than a little miffed on how he was being ignored. It was a wonder that everyone didn't just do exactly as she said. He recalled the discussion on cutting both Bill and Charlie's hair at the first breakfast together and wondered how they hadn't been cowed to have shorter hair, when she seemed so demanding. Even his Aunt Tasha wasn't quite that demanding in domestic life. Hell, he knew if his Aunt told him to cut his hair, he would have done it. Then again he knew what she was capable of, domestic or not.

He looked at the growing amount of food in alarm. She was going to make sure he ate a large portion he was sure of it. So the real question was what to do with the sandwich. It took him less than a minute to come to a decision. He walked out of the kitchen quietly and opened the door to see his dad arm wrestling with Charlie, both trying to take the other one down but there was no budging. Ron cocked a brow wondering both how they began to arm wrestle, and why his dad hadn't cheated yet.

He knew his dad wasn't super strong. But he was rather strong with archery being his favored means of attack and defense. That paired with the fact that he was not above cheating made Ron a bit surprised when he didn't seem to be making any moves to cheat. A genuine effort to be nice to his biological siblings?

It didn't matter too much to Ron. But he did want his dad to beat Charlie. He slid over quietly, avoiding Bill's gaze who was focused on the spectacle. Ron stood behind Charlie with a slight grin. He placed the plate down for a moment and leaned in close to Charlie. With a devious idea set in motion, he screamed. The reaction was instantaneous as Charlie flinched, lost his focus and had his hand slammed down onto the outdoor table. Clint ignored the victory and stood tall, his eyes locking with his grinning son, only to realize what Ron had done. His face contorted to an impish grin as he reached over and patted Ron's shoulder. Bill, once initially spooked, relaxed seeing his youngest brother do what Fred and George often did to Percy when he was studying.

"Nice one Ron," Clint laughed. Charlie pouted realizing he was subjected to a jump scare.

"Very funny. You're hilarious Ron," Charlie commented rolling his eyes but grinning nonetheless.

"I know," Ron replied, "Hungry dad?"

Ron ignored the pained look that appeared on Charlie's face as well as the emotionless stony appearance Bill held with the comment.

"I might be. Ron did you actually eat?" Clint questioned eyeing the sandwich. Ron's face did it's best to turn stony had it not been for the mirth in his eyes,

"I fear for my stomach if I do. Someone's in the kitchen cooking up a storm."

"Ah. Mum doesn't like when others work in the kitchen. She takes a lot of pride in her cooking," Charlie admitted. Clint nodded sagely.

"With as many kids as she does, she or your dad would have to."

Days passed, often with Clint narrowly avoiding the Weasley parents. He had spoken briefly with each of the progeny, with different levels of success. Bill and Charlie seemed to hold him at arms' length, not getting any closer, yet not getting any further. Their maturity shined as they had left their home for their own pursuits and passions, growing them in ways their parents couldn't. They acknowledged that as much as Ron would be in their life, it seemed Clint would be by extension. Fred, George, and Ginny were contrary, always pulling Ron inside when they could. Saying they had to ask him questions about what he wanted packed. Of course Ron never had a say in it considering he was dragged away before he could say anything to dissuade them.

Percy however was the enigma of the Weasley brood. He seemed to distance himself, referring to their situation as if it were a historical textbook moment. It was a pleasant surprise for Ron who didn't have an additional brother breathing down his or his dad's neck. Perhaps it was his personality. A distant mindset. But Ron didn't mind it. Neither did Clint. Ron didn't mind when he tried to be a big brother either when he gave him his pet rat Scabbers. While an old fat rat was the last pet he would want, he always did want pet. Eh, beggars couldn't be choosers.

"I look ridiculous," Ron bemoaned as he looked at himself in the mirror. Molly had woken everyone up early on a surprisingly pleasant September first, having them all dress in clothes she had picked out for them. Each boy was wearing black slacks, a white button up shirt with what appeared to be a hand knit sweater. Ginny had a nice fall dress, with her hair pulled back in a red and gold themed hair band.

Ron on the other hand was stuck in his brother's hand me downs. He didn't have enough clothes from the plan of a short trip to England, and there seemed to be no way that Molly would let him wear anything that Clint or Tony gave him except his underwear.

So he was wearing pants, a good inch too short from one of his elder siblings, a pair of Fred's socks, one of George's old button up shirts, and one of Percy's old sweater vests they found in a trunk somewhere they hadn't gotten rid of. In short, he looked like a hand me down stitch doll. He really wished he was allowed to wear his own clothes his dad had gotten for him. Lord knows that half the clothing in his trunk would probably be too long or too short on him. Wasn't there some sort of magic to fix this?

"You look dapper. Just like your brothers Ron," Molly reassured, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead, either not noticing or ignoring how Ron tensed at the contact. Her lips were a bit less chapped than his dad's. And there was a lack of warm lipstick his Aunt Tasha often wore that would mark his cheek. She felt different. Softer in a way. Maybe it was because she was a stay at home mom?

"Now, your brothers are all waiting outside for us. I'll be out in a moment with Ginny and your father," she spoke quickly, guiding him to the door. Ron didn't grumble that his dad was outside and not inside the house. Even if the tent was picked up and packed away, with his dad giving a night goodbye before leaving on a SHIELD mission. While he was a bit disappointed his dad wouldn't see him off, he understood the need for his dad to begin his mission.

With a sigh, he stepped outside and met his older brothers. Bill and Charlie greeted him with warm smiles, Percy was focused on retrieving his Prefect badge from the twins running around the yard. They had all been gathered around an old blue Ford Angila. Oddly small for such a large family. And it was no where near as awe inspiring magesty of his Uncle Phil's Lola.

"Excited Ron?" Bill asked. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

"I am glad I'll get to be with Mione and Neville," Ron answered.

"It's always good to start a year off with friends," Charlie tacked on as Fred tossed the badge to Fred, narrowly avoiding Percy's grasp. Ron furrowed his brows. He had seen magic do wonderful things. But there wasn't a spell or something that could just grab the badge? He had asked aloud to his bemused brothers.

"Sure there is. But underage magic is illegal. Percy isn't one to break rules for something as simple as this," Bill explained.

"That and I'm sure he gets a kick out of it when he actually can catch them before mum and dad get out here," Charlie chuckled.

Ron didn't ask anything more and just took in the hijinks that ensued from his other brothers. He took in the twins moving in tandem to avoid Percy. He watched as Percy nearly cornered them with his intelligence and a swath of cunning. It didn't take long for the parents and Ginny to come outside and see the chase. Molly pulled out her wand and murmured a spell, catching the badge in air, and lowering it to Percy's hands.

"Come along boys. We don't want to miss the train," she spoke, walking to the car. Ron's face contorted to confusion. How were they all going to fit in that small car? He felt a nudge to his side making him jump a little. His head whipped and saw one of the twins with a smile, "Don't worry. It's bigger on the inside. Promise."

Ron gave a small smile as the memories of his Auntuncle FitzSimmons watching hours of Doctor Who together when they weren't needed in the lab while his dad was on missions. 'It's bigger on the inside, one day I will figure out how to do that. Then I'll have a sock drawer that can actually hold all my socks.'

His smile faltered as they piled in one by one. Outside the car was just him and the twins. One twin stepped into the surely crowded car when his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled in after, followed by the other twin. He blinked seeing the entirety of the Weasleys he knew sitting in the old Ford. He looked surprise. For all intent and purpose, it was still the same appearance and feel of a car, just... Expanded. And being sandwiched between the twins only made the moment more surreal. There was little to be said on personal space, especially when it came to the twins who had draped their arms over Ron's shoulders casually.

"Charming-"

"-a true pleasure-"

"-Nay, an honor-!"

"Yes, an honor having you join us in this lovely drive," Fred and George spoke quickly with slightly insane grins on their faces. Ron didn't get to say anything before the car turned on and they began moving forward. He could hear his Uncle Phil whisper in his mind to remember to buckle his seatbelt before going anywhere. He scrambled near his waist and grabbed the nylon belt and brought it over his lap buckling with a soft clink sound to ensure he was secure.

It seemed pointless though with a minute later each belt magically secured itself around the individual in each seat. He pointedly ignored the twins' knowing grins as they continued the ride. The drive itself was pleasant. Smooth and the car seemed well taken care of despite not being nearly as dashing as Lola. Though the chatter and the view of the countryside melting into city was obscured by one of the twins. It was maybe an hour drive before they parked, rather poorly Ron noted as they poured out of the vehicle. Ron looked up, rather shocked not to see some hidden and obscure location away from the general public, but rather, stand outside of a rather well known station, King's Cross. It wasn't quite like Grand Central Station when he visited back when he was five with his Uncle Phil. Granted, he wasn't there too long as they were just scouting a promising potential agent, but he still remembered the grandeur.

"C'mon Ron, let's get inside," Ginny spoke excitedly. She grabbed his sleeve and began walking in next to Molly with everyone else following with the copious amount of luggage.

They walked as a fast moving a tightly knit group as they made it further inside.

"Now do you remember the platform we go to-?"

"9 and 3/4 mum can't I go?" Ginny asked.

"You're not old enough Ginny, now be quiet," Molly paused as they arrived at the platform that had ten on one side and nine on the other, "All right Percy, you first."

Ron stood back as he saw Percy run toward the brick column only to vanish without a trace.

"Magic barrier," Bill stated, "keeps muggles from boarding accidentally."

"Uh huh," Ron nodded as Molly was tricked by the twins on who would go first. Both vanished back to back followed by Arthur who had Ron's luggage when a stranger approached them. Ron froze taking in the jet black hair and bright green eyes attached to a lanky frame. Loki, a cruel voice whispered in his head. He pushed the thought away though. He had seen Loki for only the briefest of moments when he had been taken off of Earth as Thor's prisoner and Asgard's responsibility. He couldn't be back. This was just a boy with unfortunate hair and eye color.

"Excuse me," he began rather shyly. His accent struck Ron as a thicker British than the Weasleys.

"Hello dear, first time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too," she gestured towards Ron. The dark haired boy smiled at Ron, who just gave a reassuring grin despite his own nervousness. Raw innocence and wonder seemed to permeate from him as his attention returned to Molly.

"Yes. The thing is- the thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get onto the platform? Not to worry, all you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best to do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"I can go with you if you're nervous," Bill volunteered noticing Harry's nervousness as he prepared. Bright green eyes stared at Bill as if he had offered him a gift. Ron's brows furrowed at the look. What was it?

"Ah, thanks. But I think I'll be fine," he said readying himself. He took off towards the barrier and vanished just like his brothers had.

"Alright Ron you're next," Molly spoke. Charlie grabbed his hand before he could say anything.

"Let's go Ron, the train won't wait for you."

Charlie pushed Ron forward, walking closely behind him, still holding on as they moved faster towards the column. Ron closed his eyes as his brother moved him onward. There was a muted noise before erupting into loud chaos. He opened his eyes to see hundreds of people in front of him surrounding a large steam powered train. He took a few steps forward with Charlie as Molly and Bill stepped through.

"Ron!"

"Neville!" Ron gasped as he ran toward his friend's voice with Charlie hot on his heels. He didn't go far though as Neville had popped out of the crowd with his mom and who Ron assumed to his grandmother hot on his heels. Ron threw open his arms and gave Neville a quick hug that was quickly received and returned. As short as it was, it was enough. They let go as their families surrounded them.

"Alice," Molly curtly greeted, a slight sharpness to her tone.

"Molly," she responded with a more distant and sad tone.

"Is this your friend Neville?" The older woman asked. She was slightly withered, though stood tall. She had a certain green and gray dress with a large and quite hideous vulture like hat on her head.

"Yes gran. This is Ron."

"Ah the Barton boy," she commented filling Ron with surprise and respect for the elder woman.

"He's my son Augusta. Ron is a Weasley," Molly defended with her children nodding. Arthur watched on standing with his wife. Augusta gave them a look before staring back at Ron.

"Blood means a lot, but I have met other men who I would call my brothers. Men who I mourned their passing as if they were my own flesh and blood. Now the man who raised you was a Barton?"

"Yes ma'am," Ron answered respectively.

"Then I don't see why you can't be both Barton and Weasley," she said to silence Molly. Ron gave the woman a grin. She gave a slight twitch of her own lips and turned her attention elsewhere.

"Your grandma is awesome," Ron whispered to Neville.

"She can be. Even if she did try and trick magic out of me when I was younger. Made mum real mad. What about your grandma?"

"I never knew her. She and her husband died in a car accident."

Neville looked confused but didn't ask any questions as the group grew bigger with Hermione and Bruce appearing on the scene.

"Ron! Neville!" Hermione greeted with a grin. Ron gave a grin and opened his arms as she accepted the hug. Neville joined in much to the parents and brothers amusement. Ginny looked a bit off put. Her brothers wouldn't hug anyone else their age when they went off to Hogwarts.

"Hey Mione. Bruce," Ron greeted.

"Hullo Hermione. Doctor Banner," Neville added.

"Oh you're a doctor? Well I have a concern about this bunion-"

"Ah, I'm not that kind of Doctor," Bruce interrupted Augusta. She gave him a surly glare.

"Then what kind of doctor are you?"

"The sciency kind," Hermione spoke up, "He studies gamma radiation."

Ron was certain she would say no when the train whistled, indicating a last call.

"Oh hurry. Can't have you all missing the train," Molly instructed guiding them to the train. The gaggle of students walked toward the train when Alice placed her hand on Ron's shoulder. She casually looked over towards another door to board where someone stood waiting in a worn black and purple jacket with a hood pulled up. His own curiousity had him walk toward the entrance and the man. The man raised his head slightly. A peach fuzzed face and a warm smile greeted him. Eyes that sparkled with humor and melancholy. Ron gasped recognizing his face, tears pooling in his eyes. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. He felt chapped lips kiss his temple as his dad lowered to see eye to eye.

"I thought you had to go on a mission," Ron choked trying not to cry.

"I do. Fury's got a plane waiting for me."

"Then why are you-?"

"Because my greatest mission in life, is having you as a son," he whispered just loud enough for Ron to hear, "There was no way I was going to miss seeing you off. It's just like your first day of kindergarten. You'll have to tell me all about it."

"I'll send you letters as often as I can."

"And I'll catch the bird before it leaves so you can get one too," Clint promised, "Now," he said taking out a small box, "Take this. Strange and Natasha insisted you have them at Hogwarts."

Ron opened the box to see his gloves Strange had given him before. He gave his dad a questioning look.

"But I won't be able to-"

A shrill whistle broke through the air. Clint spoke quickly. Pulling something else out. A chain of sorts, and slipped it over Ron's head.

"There is a letter inside to explain. We'll chat later. And I will see you back here in May."

Ron stepped onto the train and yelled out, "Goodbye!"

"Not goodbye!" Clint yelled back, "Just til we meet again!"

Ron smiled as the train picked up speed, his tears finally falling from his eyes. He looked at his box of gloves, quickly closing them and slipping them into his pocket. He reached to his neck where his dad placed the chain. The cool metal didn't really tell a lot so he looked down to see his Aunt Tasha's necklace. Or at least, a replica of one. A simple silver chain and arrow she had taken to wearing about four years prior when she was on extended missions away from her favorite partner of vice versa.

He chuckled at the memory of her removing the necklace as soon as he returned with him walking in just as she threw it in her dresser.

"Eh! There he is!"

"Well I do believe you're right."

Ron recognized those voices. He had been living with them for about a while now so it wasn't too hard to recognize the twins. He looked over and was startled by their close proximity. He wasn't surprised when they placed their arms over his shoulders though and began leading them to a room like fixture.

"Lee!" One twin began sitting down next to a darker skinned boy with dreadlocks, "We'd like you to meet our baby brother."

The other twin brought Ron in and sat him down.

"Uh, nice to meet you and all, but I'd kind of like to meet up with Neville and Mione-"

"Ah ah, Mum said we had to keep an eye on you."

"You really don't have to do that," Ron assured. The twins only grinned at his uneasiness. Jerks.

"Oh but what kind of brothers would we be if we didn't?"

Ron really didn't know how to answer so he just attempted to change the subject.

"So what's in the box?"

Lee grinned excitedly. My pet tarantula. You want to see?"

"Do I?!" Ron asked rhetorically getting closer to the box. Lee opened it only for confusion to bloom on his face. There was no spider in the box.

"Oh no."

Lee stood and began frantically searching the compartment. After about two minutes, the four came to the conclusion the spider was loose on the train. Oh it had been crazy as they had all split up to search, well the older boys did. Ron used it as a means to find a spot away from his brothers for the rest of the journey. He had slipped into compartments when they were about to come by, much to Mandy's surprise and a few people's displeasure. There was one thing in common with each compartment he entered though, they seemed to be at max capacity, either physically or emotionally. He would not remain in a room where two students seemed to be eating each other's face off.

Only nine minutes aboard this train and he was not thrilled being on it too much longer, for goodness sake, he just wanted a place to sit down to eat the sandwich Molly made him. Whatever it was. He opened another door to see a lone individual. Green eyes stared up at him.

"Uh, hello. Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

"Sure," the boy with messy black hair smiled.

And end scene!

Oh jeez I am freaking tired. Hope you all don't attempt to kill me for this.

The italics are pulled from the book and I do not take credit for it. Everything else, came from my diseased imagination.