Author's Note: As I said in the story summary, this was written for the "Be Inspired Challenge" over at TGS. If anyone is curious, I was given a picture of Ron, Hermione, and Harry, lying down at night. Hermione and Harry were asleep, but Ron was awake, holding a lit wand in his hand, looking up at the night sky.
Also, the name Ronald means "with the power of gods." Hence, the title name.
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Ronald Weasley was a man of conflicting temperaments. Some days, he would wake up very annoyed, not wanting to deal with a new day full of new decisions. Other days, he would wake up very optimistic, excited to confront new challenges. And in more recent days, he would wake up depressed, tired of dealing with the same problems over and over again.

But no matter the struggle, no matter the outcome, Ronald Weasley remained to be a strong man. Throughout his life, he dealt with many problems and overcame them as best he could – usually in ways that I admired.

But it seems as though Ron was always fighting an uphill battle these past few years. I guess, after Hermione's death, the hill just got too steep.

Ron Weasley was always a strong man, just not strong enough.

I will always remember the first day we met. I was eleven years old, wandering around King's Cross, unable to find my way onto Platform 9 ¾. Mrs. Weasley was kind enough to show me how to get through the barrier, and then Ron's brothers, Fred and George, helped me get my trunk onto the train.

Ron and I ended up sharing a compartment and bonded over sweets and our disadvantaged childhoods. Even then, Ron did not gawk at me like most people did and still do. He embraced me as a regular person and fellow student. He didn't even make fun of my lack of wizarding knowledge, despite being a famous young wizard myself.

Ron didn't change much throughout the years. We had our fights, but all friendships have their ups and downs. It was only when Hermione got sick that everything began to fall apart.

Hermione's sickness was difficult for everyone, but Ron always loved her the most, and I'm not ashamed to say it. He was her other half, and so he felt the hardest. After all, how can you live when half of you is dead?

I don't think Ron ever fully understood Hermione's cancer. It all happened so fast – one day she was there, and the next she wasn't. He always blamed himself for her death; he felt like he should have known. But how can a wizard understand a muggle sickness?

Ronald Weasley was not a perfect man, but he was a good man. He was very caring and kind hearted, even though he might not have always shown it. Ron spent so much of his life giving to others, that it only made sense that he eventually gave something to himself.

So today we honor the life that was Ronald Weasley's. We honor all he has done for us and all he has lived for and accomplished. We thank him for the love he has given and blessed us with.

I miss him, but it would be selfish to want him back. I am not sad to see him go. He was always there for me when I needed him; he was my family, my brother, my very best friend. Seeing Ron so sad and miserable was not a Ron I liked to see. Now he longer has to be tired, or depressed, or angry. I know he's watching over us with Hermione at his side, and a smile finally on his face. Now he can be happy and at peace. And after a lifetime of friendship, that is all I can ask for.

Harry Potter.