Seven Years Lost

It was the fourth house they had looked at, and Ron was beginning to despair at finding a house quickly. On first glance it looked good, and it was located near Hogsmeade, while still having plenty of air space. This was important because Sergei liked flying. He hoped this one was going to be what they wanted.



The agent opened the door and they walked in. It had a lot of space which Ron liked, and had gotten used to. The kitchen was a good size and the common room had huge doors leading to the back gardens. It also had four bedrooms.



“This was built for a family?” Ron asked the agent.



“Yes, it was built with family in mind.” Ron nodded and continued looking around. It was a single story and the master bedroom impressed him. It had a huge bathtub and a small porch of it’s own. Ron could easily see a table for two lit by candles out there. Then he shrugged off the idea. A woman who wanted to be romanced by candlelight in the evenings would most likely be unwilling to accept Sergei, and Ron was not about to compromise on his son at all.



As he went back to the common room to speak with the agent, Sergei came running up to him. Ron smiled at the massive grin Sergei was wearing. “Like this one do you?” He asked.



“This is perfect! Did you see the gardens, all the space! And the bedroom are big, I can hide all the closets!” Ron chuckled, then looked at the agent.



“I think we finally found one.” The agent nodded and he and Ron began going through parchments.



Over the next week, as the sale of the house was finalized, Ron and Sergei made several shopping trips to buy furniture and basic things needed for their new home. Ron had sold all the furniture from the estate, so they needed to build a home from scratch.



They found a restaurant at lunch time and placed their ordered. While they sipped drinks Ron mention getting new clothes for Sergei as well as himself. Ron’s wardrobe consisted mainly of working attire suitable for animal care, and it showed. Rips, scratches, claw marks and stains he didn’t want to identify were abundant. Sergei had outgrown many of his clothes and needed more then a single pair of shoes.



“Ron?” He looked up and smiled.



“Luna? My goodness.” He stood up and hugged her. “This is my son Sergei, Sergei this is Luna Lovegood…excuse me Luna Goyle now isn’t it?”



“Yes.” She said with a smile and took the seat he had held out for her while she turned back to Sergei. “Hello Sergei, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I must admit I don’t see the resemblance, do you take after your mother?”



Ron smiled to himself. Leave it to Luna to state the obvious. “I’m adopted.” Sergei said in a quiet voice.



“Well, you chose a good man to adopt you.” She said. Sergei beamed and tucked into the plate that was put in front of him.



“Would you like something Luna?” Ron asked before the waiter left.



“No, nothing for me thank you.” As the men ate Luna was filled in on what Ron had been going through and told of the new house.



“Ron, where’s the washroom?” Ron pointed to the corner and watched the boy take off.



“Luna I need to ask you to do something for me. I’ll pay you adequately.” His face lost all humor.



“What is it?” She asked.



“It’s too much to explain right now, I’ll send you an owl soon and show you what I mean. It’s important however that it be kept a secret. I don’t want anyone to know.”



“Alright then. Just send the owl when your ready, of course I’ll help if I can.” She told him.





Ron and Sergei were able to leave the burrow a few days after they had ran into Luna. All the furniture they had ordered had been delivered and boxes and bags filled the house faster then the two could unpack. Ron had never seen a more enlightening sight then Sergei running through the house in his pajamas.



Ron had emptied out the storage, cancelling his rental of it and together the two went through what they had. Some things were given to charities and some things were replaced. Sergei’s old clothes were given to orphanages along with a substantial donation from Ron.



They had been in their new home for about three days when Ron received an owl.



“Mr. Weasley,

May I first welcome you back home after so many years. Molly and Arthur are most overjoyed at your return and even more so at the new grandchild they have acquired. It is precisely your return that causes me to write to you.



It may be that with a son you would appreciate the use of a house elf. Hogwarts as you are aware is a known haven for house elves that have been given clothes or left alone for one reason or another. Leela has come to us due to the death of her master. She has found serving a school of hundreds of students too much and is having trouble adjusting.



She approached me not too long ago asking if I would release her to a family she could serve. I told her I would try to find her a home. A young man and his new son would be the perfect family for her to serve if you would be willing to accept her. Please let me know, she is most unhappy here and the number of people here at the castle is just too overwhelming for her.



I again offer my good wishes for your son eagerly await your word regarding Leela.

Albus Dunbledore”





Ron sent an owl to Dumbledore saying he would love to have Leela come and serve them. The house elf appeared through the floo that afternoon. She saw the boxes and immediately got to work. Ron had to admit that having an elf made things very easy. Dumbledore was right, he was immensely appreciative of the elf and Sergei was delighted.



Leela for her part was happier then ever. Random needs were confusing and being able to serve one master and his son brightened her life considerably. She would continue on with Sergei when he had children, and so on.



With Leela they settled into their home faster then they originally thought. Ron had turned one of the smaller bedrooms into an office, and spread out on his desk were letters, parchments and a single photo. He enclosed them in his desk and locked it, then sent an owl to Luna Goyle.



She arrive during the afternoon the day after she got his letter. He led her to the office and opened the drawer taking the contents out. “Alright what is this about Ron?” She asked.



“I need you to find someone.” He told her.



“To find someone? What makes you think I can find anyone?” She asked.



“You are editor of the Quibbler, you can find any source if it makes a story.” Luna smiled. She had proven herself very aggressive in her reporting, even getting to the sources before Rita Skeeter.



“Ok, I’ll bite. Who am I finding?”



“Sergei’s birth mother.” Ron said.



Luna was shocked. “I was under the impression there wasn’t one. Didn’t you prove abandonment?”



“Yes I was able to, but abandonment doesn’t mean death. She’s still out there somewhere. I want to be able to give Sergei answers when he asks them. I need to know what happened to her, so I can let him know if he becomes curious. This is for Sergei, not me. I don’t want him to grow up with issues that can’t be resolved.” Luna felt her heart break at Ron’s plea.



“Alright then. I’ll try my best.” Ron leaned down and hugged her. “I need all the information you have on her, no matter how small or unimportant it may be.”



Ron handed over all the information he had on Svetlana Komoskov, which consisted of five letters sent to her son’s father, Vladimir, Sergei’s birth certificate with her name and signature, and a single photo Vladimir said was taken right around when she would have found out she was pregnant.



“Vladimir didn’t see her throughout the pregnancy?” Luna asked.



“He didn’t know, he was just as shocked as I was when she dropped him off at the estate. I know it’s not much information, but think of it as a big story and she’s the only source.” Ron told her.



Luna smiled. “I will try my hardest Ron.”



“I’ll cover all the expense, now matter what, anything you need to pay out to find out about her I’ll take care of.” He said as he led her out.



“I’ll keep track of everything.”



“Also Luna……” He started.



“Keep it a secret.” She finished for him. “I remember that part.”



When she left the house Ron went to his office and sent our another owl, this one to Hermione Granger.