Growing up with six siblings, five of them boys, and the youngest, a girl, was always a tough one for 16 year old Ron Weasley. The burrow was cramped, he had his own room, but when Harry came to visit, it was always about Harry. How Harry should save the world, how he got out of using underage magic all the time.
One time, Ron remembered when he was younger, that he had used the spell Fred and George had given him to turn his now, well, human Rat yellow. Dad had had a fit, saying he couldn't use magic, neither of them could. But Harry was special.
Hermione and Ron often talked about this, but they loved their best friend and knew he was struggling on dealing with this.
Secretly, Ron's mind was else where when Hermione talked. Her hair, all those curls bounced as she moved, He liked her buck teeth, they gave her a personaility different from others. She was brave, brave to smack Malfoy in the face in their third year.
Now, he had left her behind. He was stupid. Harry and Hermione were out there all alone. in the dark. He had no idea how to get back to them, especially Hermione. He knew now, Hermione was his one and only true love.
Lavendar was his mistake. He never liked her.
Once she told him,
"Won-Won, do you think we will ever get married someday?" Bloody hell, how he hated that name.
He replied,
"Bloody Hell. We're only 16 Lavender." It may have been harsh at the time,
because she had bursted out in too tears and went to the girls labatory with Parvati.
Something broke his train of thought.
He heard her, her voice. He didn't know where it was coming from, but he knew it was Hermione.
she said, "Don't you wish we could just stay like this, in this place for ever? Where nobody can bug us?"
Ron wondered what she meant, and was hoping for a location, but the voice dimmed again.
He realized, it was the delumintaor that Professor Dumbledore had given him through his will.
Why had Dumbledore taken him into account? He was just Harry's friend.. Nobody.
A few days later,
He heard Hermione's voice again.
"We will stay here tonight. The forest of Dean."
Ron rushed. He rushed as quickly as he could, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were visiting an old friend, and he would leave them a note.
He left a seperate one for Ginny for his parents to send by Owl,
and to let her know in code that Harry was alright,even though he bloody dumped her, and Ginny was still not over him, and wanted to know that he was okay.
As he backed out of the house, Ron disapperated.
Spinning and Spinning until it seemed like for ever, he finally landed into a dark forest.
He was closer. He could feel Hermione. He could also feel panic, and worry from Harry. He was introuble.
Ron ran, and sure enough was Harry, stuck at the bottom of a lake with a sword. Bloody Hell. The boy should know after the Triwizard Tournmate he can't swim.
Ron dove into the cold cold ice, and rescued Harry as Harry breathed, He spoke,
"Thanks Mate."
A few days later, Hermione wasn't forgiving him. In fact. She was furious with him, and almost set birds on him.
How long? How long would she be mad?
These thoughts pondered, as they walked and traveled into Hogsmeade and then into Hogwarts, where death and the evils of all evils, Lord Voldermort would come and try to take everything they knew away them, but Ron was not going to let him take Hermione. Not ever again, Not after what Bellatrix did to her, this time, he said to her:
"Hermione. I promise. I'm not going anywhere this time. and I'm not letting go." He took her hand, and together they went into the Chamber of Secrets hand in hand ready to save the world.
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