Before we went to sleep I mixed Bill an elixir of life, curing the rotting curse affecting his left foot, honestly, if I didn't have access to the philosopher's stone we would have died several times over already. It was the only reason I’d ever considered the aggressive stance we were taking in regards to gathering combat experience however.

I sat myself on the couch. healing myself to grind the skill I had gotten after a few skirmishes, where we couldn't just pause life and drink our health potions.

Healing (active) lv. 4 Exp: 65%

Regenerate, heal and defy death.

The first thing that had to go was the damage done to my inner ear from the aurors sonic attack. Hurt like a bitch, everything was wobbly, I hated inner ear injuries. After that I healed my bruised organs, who had not enjoyed their too close acquaintance with a particularly vengeful flying rock.

"Man that hits the spot.” I glanced at Bill at his exclamation, perfectly fine now, I noted. Good stuff Flamel, good stuff.

"Yes you do look better, sadly the elixir of life doesn't heal ugliness.” I said before I got serious.

"We won't be able to rely on the stone for much longer, it's slowly losing its power.” It had been quite the blow to realize the philosopher's stone I had stolen needed to be recharged like a fucking smartphone.

I of course, having no idea whatsoever about alchemy, didn't know how I was supposed to do that. Bill shrugged.

"Bloody sucks I know, but hey it did save our life a few times so who cares." Sighing I finished healing the small bruises I acquired by hugging the ground once too often. No use in keeping them when I could simply magic them away.

"I guess, how's the Saint Mungo's job application working out." A grin was my answer, I took that as his way of saying it was going good.

"Make sure to stay out of the way of one Andromeda Tonks, I think I traumatized her from redheads for life." I added. Que questioning look.

I didn’t even get a chuckle after I told the story, honestly some people had no appreciation for a good prank.

"I'm bummed I'm going to bed." Bill said. I waved him off.

"Going to go get laid, really need it after that night."

"You just don't want to admit you're addicted to sex." Huffing I flipped him off.

"Bugger off It's not like I'll have much opportunity at Hogwarts and christmas we're breaking into Azkaban, not really a place you go too to get laid." Bill gave me a contemplative look.

"I wouldn't know about that, from what I remember I got laid quite a lot due to being a star Quidditch player." I rolled my eyes.

"This body is twelve years old, I sure as hell am not going to stick my dick into someone that goes after twelve year olds."

"Oh right, G'night then."

-/-

The next morning I woke up to some hung over blonde, after making her breakfast I left her apartment in Edinburgh and apparated home.

"Ron we're in the newspaper." Freezing I turned to Bill.

"Please tell me we're in the albanian one and not in the british one." All I got was a happy look, causing me to groan.

"Apparently the auror we let live wasn't as unconscious as we thought and heard us speaking english." He threw the newspaper to me.

British dark wizard terrorizes Albanian ministry of magic

On the night of 28th August a british wizard wearing a white porcelain mask attacked and killed five aurors that had been summoned to the tavern due to a distressed floo call over the fighting noises erupting from it.

The culprit appears to have had a sidekic-

"Are you fucking serious, sidekick?" The former curse breaker grinned at me.

"Well to be fair I am a better fighter than you at the moment."

"Respect your elders, nurse Weasley." His grimace announced me as the victor of that short exchange.

"That was a low blow."

-/-

I was sitting in Hermione's room along with the aforementioned person.

It was a normal looking room, blue walls, bed, closet the only abnormal thing was the gigantic fucking bookcase attached to the wall.

"Why do you have such a big bookcase, honestly just go to a library." Seeing her red face and remembering her problems with self-confidence I quickly changed the topic to something she would be more comfortable talking about.

"So how's the wand?" I asked.

She grimaced. "I'm pretty sure the thing hates me, when I tried to learn the stunner it kept spewing fire all over the floor, our house almost got burned down. Other than that it was a productive summer, Only spell I haven't learned is the shielding one, I only half managed the Stunner so I didn't have time to start on it."

"Good prioritization, if someone is knocked out then you won't need to block any spells from them." I said.

Deadpanning at me she commented on my unafflicted tone of voice. "Is it bad that I honestly don't know if you're being sarcastic or not?"

"Who cares, let's go downstairs, we wouldn't want your parents to think we're doing something improper, oh and gimme the wand."

She didn't look as perturbed by the implication as I thought she would be and simply handed me You-Know-Who's wand without saying anything.