Ron Weasley Paladin
A/N: This is a Ron centric bit if you have a problem with the resident Weasley this is not the fic for you and you should therefore look elsewhere for your entertainment. To make matters worse for you anti-Ron folks this is also an R/HG fic so yah ouch. It starts at the end of Goblet of Fire and is AU from that moment on. Flames will be deleted out of hand comments will be praised.
Two days it had been two days since his friend had come back clutching the Tri Wizard cup and the body of Cedric Diggory in his arms, two days since Harry had uttered the words Voldemort is back. Ron lay alone in the fifth year boy's dormitory he cast a silencing charm and a sealing charm at the door and proceeded to do his best to destroy his hands punching every wall and window in sight, in retrospect he thought this was a bad idea but it gave him a release he hadn't realized he needed.
'some friend I am, a jealous ass all year around to Harry and Hermione' he felt the tears begin to fall and knew no amount of boyish machismo was going to stop them this round he had failed utterly and totally he had failed to protect his friend, and he had failed to respect Hermione.
He stood up from his place of misery on the floor and repaired all the damage he had caused to the castle, the damage to his hands was another story he would have to visit medical if he wanted that done.
"Ah well another chance to apologize to them" he whispered shocking himself as surely as it would his friends, 'where did that come from' glancing about 'growing up are we prat' he thought glumly 'about damn time I think'
Ron unsealed the room and removed the silencing charm and made his way down to the common room his head bowed and his hands throbbing.
There was a gasp from the sofa and a quietly spoken curse by someone he never expected to hear it from "Ronald Weasley what have you done" Hermione jumped up from the couch and came over to examine the by now dripping lacerations on Ron's knuckles.
"Merlin Ron why did you do this?" She asked quietly
"I can't stand it anymore Mione, When will he get a break I mean first year a fucking teacher with Vol-know who attached to the back of his fucking head, Second year a damn Basilisk as well as him in a freaking diary that nearly killed my sister, Third year he nearly gets kissed by the Dementors, when does it end for him?" Ron growled this out in one breath trying to keep his temper in check had become harder and harder for the young man.
It said a lot about the young woman that she didn't correct him for using the language he had. She looked up at him quickly and smiled a bit sadly realizing that her friend, her companion had grown up a bit in the last two days she felt a bit sad at this her loss of innocence as well as that of his and Harrys had been one of the most difficult things for her to deal with she seemed to be constantly swallowing back tears these days. They had never really witnessed death before I mean Harry had in first year but it wasn't like this there were muttered rumors in the halls of Hogwarts that the death of Cedric hadn't been done by the dark lord but by Harry himself and the press had come right out and called Harry a liar as though he would make up a story to garner attention.
"Let's get you to medical then" she said "you really have to learn to control these outbursts Ron this isn't helping him any." "I know I know Hermione" Ron said with a sigh.' But I don't know what to do or how to help and it's just frustrating you know I can get myself to the hospital wing I just need some time to think, I think" he said with a slightly lopsided grin
"Very well then Ron" she seemed reluctant to leave it at that but then seemed to think better.
He made his way down to see Madame Pompfrey and sat quietly and listened to her lecture on 'young men their hormones and stubbornness' once he had been declared fit he walked out and looked around for the first time it seemed he noticed a bulletin board posted beside the hospital wing he stopped and decided to look at the announcements there was one that caught his eye.
'Interested in studying abroad for the summer? Would you like to learn how we do things over the pond? Come to the VMMI summer training regimen talk to your head of house and apply all expenses paid by our school (within reason)"
He reached out and took the application down it seemed simple enough one page and what looked to be just basic information. 'maybe this is what I need a chance to grow a bit for myself I mean none of my brothers have ever done anything like this maybe this is the chance I was looking for' he smiled slightly and decided "yeah I think this is it" he muttered to himself and made his way to Professor McGonagall's office .