Flying away from Hogwarts, Ronan felt tired with Peter clutched into his hand. Not to mention, the black suit and the white mask made him very uncomfortable. He decided then and there, that whenever he would need this persona in the future, he would try to add some runes to the suit so that it could give him a cooling effect, and he would not sweat his balls off.

As he had covered some considerable distance, he came down, which led to Peter squirming in his hands.

Before that rat could bite him, he got to the ground and threw him to the ground. With a flick of his wand, he reverted the mouse back to his human form. Peter, like the rat he was, started crying as he saw his wand pointed at him.

“Mercy!” he cried, “I was forced to do his bidding. I was forced! I didnt want to do it. But I had no choice.”

From behind the mask, Ronan sighed, “Shut up,” he said in a deep voice. Courtesy of a potion that he brewed, he could make his voice this deep, “I dont wanna hear what you did, or why you did. I just want you to do one thing, and one thing only,”

The crying Peter looked at him, and then he tossed the man a pouch full of money. “Take this. Find our Lord. And bring him back. It is about time that he makes his return.”

Peter looked astonished, “You… You are not going to kill me?”

Ronan chuckled, “If I really wanted to kill you, I would have just left you there. I am sure that the minister of magic would have been very happy to see get kissed by the Dementors.”

Peter gulped some saliva, “Who are you?”

“Me? I am just a low-level follower of my lord, who is just tired of seeing the upper echelons of his lord’s circle do nothing.” He said venoumoulsy, “Malfoys! Crabbe and Goyle Seniors! Those traitors are living their best life, in the absence of the lord. While his loyal followers are locked away in Azkaban. I want his return. And you, my friend, will pave the way from which he could return.”

Peter who had understood that his life was not in danger, stood up straight. The tears that had been flowing down his cheeks like a river vanished, “But who are you? Why the mask?”

“The mask? It is because I dont trust anyone. Nor do I trust any of those blood traitors.” Then Ronan took a step forward, “But you, my friend. You are the perfect candidate for my trust. You will never be able to show your face out in public, not especially what happened today. You will pave the way for the return of the Lord because you have nowhere else to go. I can be assured, that you will return with him,”

“I… dont know where the lord is,” Peter confessed.

“You are a rat, right? Dig around. Find him. Lord is alive, he is in a weakened state, but he is alive somewhere. You will find him.”

Peter looked confused, it was then he gave Peter a wand. “Take this. Got from a second-year Gryffindor trying to sneak around in the night,” Then Ronan tossed him a book, “This diary has been charmed with a very advanced Protean Charm. Everything that would write in it, would show up in my diary. And same will happen when I will do it as well. This is the safest way we could communicate.”

And with that, Ronan mounted on his broom and flew away. He didnt forget to cast a disillusionment spell on himself while flying. And then he came and settled down on some hills near the school…

***

After the fight with Tom in his second year, Ronan didnt feel good. He was enraged that he had lost and that too in such a shameful way. He would have rather have, Voldemort kill him at that instance, that would have been the better option for him. But alas, that didnt happen.

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He wanted revenge but had no way to take his vendetta. But then he realized, that opportunity would come to him. He knows the snake bastard’s secret. He knew where the Hocruxes were, or at least had some idea where they could be. He could take his revenge if he plays his cards right. And he just made his first move today.

Ronan called Tonks an hour before Arthur and Kingsley, and when she came, he put her under the Imperius curse. And from then onwards, she acted on his command. He was the one who made those grenades that she threw, he was the one who ordered her to force Peter into becoming a rat, and then run away with him. He was the one that cast the vine trap, that caught Kingsley.

And as he had planned, everything that happened later was all calculated. After the attack, Kingsley brought and everyone was brought to the infirmary. Minister was called, and even Dumbledore had to return early from his trip to France early. And when they were briefed, the minister didnt hear a word they said. That old pompous fool needed real proof, that he could show to the world, in order to finally declare Sirius innocent. Just like he thought. The good thing was, with Sirius captured, the minister ordered the Dementors to retreat.

Which brought him to the next phase of his plan, which was busting Sirius out. That man could be an asset to him, also, could be a great pawn to the upcoming war…

After waiting for four hours, Ronan flew back to the castle. He had changed his attire and had gotten back into his uniform. Under the guise of the invincibility cloak from Harry, he went through the corridors of the Hogwarts and eventually came to his club room.

Patiently he waited in the corner of the hallaway, and after a minute or so, the Minister of Magic along with Dumbledore and Rufus Scrimegeour came out.

“The spells that the boy had cast,” Rufus said, “It doesn't feel like a club room, more like a vault if you talk to me,”

Dumbledore chuckled, “Yes, Ronan is quite gifted.” It was then, for some reason, Dumbledore turned towards him, it was like the old man was able to see him.

“Minister,” Dumbledore said, “Why not discuss the things further in my office? I think have some chamomile tea from India that might suit the occasion.”

“Wonderful!” the minister exclaimed and they went their way.

Ronan then entered the club room and took the cloak. Sirius looked rather surprised to see that cloak in his hands, “That belonged to… That is Harry’s.. Right?”

“Yup,” he said.

“Did you steal it from him?” Sirius asked.

Ronan chuckled, “Borrowed I am afraid. Harry is a very good friend of mine, and he was more than happy to give me his cloak.” He said and then transfigured a chair before Sirius, sat his brown to the side, and took a seat, “He wanted to kill you.. He knows.”

Sirius sighed, “Of course, he would want to. Anyone would,”

“Uncle,” he said, and Sirius, “How was.. How was my mother like?” Ronan didnt know what made him ask the question, it was the first thing that came to his mind.

“Regina… She was the bravest and most brilliant witch that I have ever seen,” Sirius said, “If she hadn't gotten herself mixed in the wrong crowd… I think she would have been one of the most brilliant witches of the century,”

Ronan geniiunely smiled. Then with a flick of his wand, he opened Sirius’s cage. After crawling out, Sirius looked at Ronan clearly for the first time. Ronan then levitated the broom to his hand and gave it to Sirius.

“This is a Nimbus 2001. It is a very fast broom. I hope that you will be able to handle it.”

Sirius didnt say anything, just passed him a smile, “I think I can handle it,” And then Ronan passed him the cloak, “Take this as well. I think Harry would not mind if I borrowed this for some more time. Also, send the cloak back as soon as you can. This was the only thing that he had inherited from his parents that he could remember them by. I dont think that it would be appropriate if I had to borrow this for too long,”

“Also,” Ronan said, and with a flick of his wand a duffle bad from the corner of the club room flew to him, “I made this for you. I thought that I would give it to you after your crimes have been officially abolished. But clearly, that is not the case for now. Still, you could use the stuff inside it,”

Sirius started tearing up, and then gave Ronan a very warm bear hug…

***

Ronan ran throw the corridors after corridors, dodging anyone from his Marauders’s Map. And only stopped when he came to Infimray. He peeked inside, to see that Tonks was still lying unconscious on her bed. And his past self was lying on the other side of the infirmary, with curtains drawn to his bed. Immediately he made a run for it, as he opened the curtains, he saw his past self vanish after using the Time turner.

He sat down on his bed, and then called “Pucey!” And a female elf with a pink bow on her head came to his bed with a pop.

“What can Pucey do for you, Master Johanson?”

“Can take this back to my Hermione, along with this thank you note,” he said while handing her the Time turner and the card. The elf took the things, bowed vanished with another pop.

As he sighed with relief, the curtains to his right opened, to reveal Dumbledore sitting on the adjacent bed. Seeing the expressionless face of the old man, Ronan passed him a nervous smile, “Hello Professor,”