Mr. Midnight
{Authors note: I am not associated with J.K. Rowling {The Goddess} Or Garth Brooks Or any thing else you recognise to be not mine. Sorry to all the people who drink cosmopolitans, smoke cigars, and talk investments. Please don't hurt me! I am only 13! And sorry to the Ron Luvers I don't mean to make him the bad guy in my Ficlets, it just happens. }
"You're listening to WXKE, Jacksonville. This is Mr. Midnight playing your requests. It's three minutes to one." A soft British voice said into the radio microphone. In the two years since he'd started working at the small Florida station, two friends had gotten married, his mentor had died, and his sister had a baby.
You have to admit; Ron Weasley could have a good life back in the UK, but yet, he was the king of sleazy American midnight radio. The truth is, it was this or Azkaban. He'd killed Draco Malfoy, his little sister's husband.
Ginny and Draco had been so happy. They had a fantastic life. They lived on Millionaire's Row, just down the street from Harry and Hermione Potter. All heroes from the second Voldemort war. Real High Society. Ginny was having the time of her life. The two of them went out every night to some big party. He would buy her everything her heart desired. Ron, however, was living paycheck to paycheck, working at a pub.
Harry and Draco had become friends after the war and would often do those rich people luxuries like drink Cosmopolitans, smoke cigars, and talk investments. Ron felt like he'd lost his best friend, so he killed Malfoy. He hadn't meant to make him suffer, but Draco was still alive on the kitchen floor when a maid found him an hour later with a slit throat and a butcher knife laying next to him. His last words had been "Ginny, I love you."
The medical examiner ruled the death Homicide. The coroner took the body for burial and the investigators took over. Ron's finger prints were found on the knife. The manhunt was on for the killer of one of the most prominent figures in wizarding society. Ginny, distraught with grief, had taken Harry's advice, sold the mansion, and moved in with the Potters.
One evening, in the utmost desperations Ron knocked on Harry's door and begged forgiveness from the only man he thought would oblige. Harry refused all apologies.
"All I will give you is ten seconds to get off my property before I call the police." Harry thundered and slammed the door. Ron did what every self respecting fugitive would do.he ran like hell.
After sneaking into the U.S., Ron started a new life as Nicholas Williams and got a life worked out for himself. The night guy at a radio station would just have to do unless he wanted his soul sucked out.
Ron looked at the phone. A call lit up the switchboard. "Hello, Mr. Midnight, what can I do for you?" he asked automatically.
"Uh, hi, can I hear a song by Garth Brooks?" the voice asked tentivly.
Ron put the tape in and, as Garth belted out the chorus, drifted to sleep.
"I'm Mr. Midnight alone and blue
The brokenhearted call me up
When they don't know what else to do
Every song is a reminder of the love that
They once knew
I'm Mr. MIDNIGHT; Can I play a song for you?"
{Authors note: I am not associated with J.K. Rowling {The Goddess} Or Garth Brooks Or any thing else you recognise to be not mine. Sorry to all the people who drink cosmopolitans, smoke cigars, and talk investments. Please don't hurt me! I am only 13! And sorry to the Ron Luvers I don't mean to make him the bad guy in my Ficlets, it just happens. }
"You're listening to WXKE, Jacksonville. This is Mr. Midnight playing your requests. It's three minutes to one." A soft British voice said into the radio microphone. In the two years since he'd started working at the small Florida station, two friends had gotten married, his mentor had died, and his sister had a baby.
You have to admit; Ron Weasley could have a good life back in the UK, but yet, he was the king of sleazy American midnight radio. The truth is, it was this or Azkaban. He'd killed Draco Malfoy, his little sister's husband.
Ginny and Draco had been so happy. They had a fantastic life. They lived on Millionaire's Row, just down the street from Harry and Hermione Potter. All heroes from the second Voldemort war. Real High Society. Ginny was having the time of her life. The two of them went out every night to some big party. He would buy her everything her heart desired. Ron, however, was living paycheck to paycheck, working at a pub.
Harry and Draco had become friends after the war and would often do those rich people luxuries like drink Cosmopolitans, smoke cigars, and talk investments. Ron felt like he'd lost his best friend, so he killed Malfoy. He hadn't meant to make him suffer, but Draco was still alive on the kitchen floor when a maid found him an hour later with a slit throat and a butcher knife laying next to him. His last words had been "Ginny, I love you."
The medical examiner ruled the death Homicide. The coroner took the body for burial and the investigators took over. Ron's finger prints were found on the knife. The manhunt was on for the killer of one of the most prominent figures in wizarding society. Ginny, distraught with grief, had taken Harry's advice, sold the mansion, and moved in with the Potters.
One evening, in the utmost desperations Ron knocked on Harry's door and begged forgiveness from the only man he thought would oblige. Harry refused all apologies.
"All I will give you is ten seconds to get off my property before I call the police." Harry thundered and slammed the door. Ron did what every self respecting fugitive would do.he ran like hell.
After sneaking into the U.S., Ron started a new life as Nicholas Williams and got a life worked out for himself. The night guy at a radio station would just have to do unless he wanted his soul sucked out.
Ron looked at the phone. A call lit up the switchboard. "Hello, Mr. Midnight, what can I do for you?" he asked automatically.
"Uh, hi, can I hear a song by Garth Brooks?" the voice asked tentivly.
Ron put the tape in and, as Garth belted out the chorus, drifted to sleep.
"I'm Mr. Midnight alone and blue
The brokenhearted call me up
When they don't know what else to do
Every song is a reminder of the love that
They once knew
I'm Mr. MIDNIGHT; Can I play a song for you?"