A/N: In honor of the final movie, which I still haven't seen, coming out I'm going to write this four (maybe more, if people like it) chapter story. It will take people that have played on the quidditch team and show just what that position really means when paired up with their life. What I see when I think Keeper and Seeker and Beater and all those other spots.
I hope that everyone else enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
KEEPER
The Keeper is an essential part to every game of Quidditch. He is who blocks the other team, the enemy, from making goals and scoring points. He is the guard of the goal posts and, as such, one of the most important players in the game.
But he is always outshone by the players that are out flying around the field; by the beaters and the chasers and always, always, by the Seeker.
Ron Weasely was a Keeper long before he joined the Gryffindor quidditch team and he will be a Keeper long after that team falls apart; and along with the team, the school and all that he once held dear, ripped out from under him in a horrendous burst of flame and spells.
His position is one that he resents and holds dear all at the same time.
Before Ron joined the team, he was the self-appointed guard for his friends. Harry was the leader, the Seeker, and always rushed into danger without worrying about his safety. Hermione was the brains, the Chaser, and kept them on level ground; throwing off the teachers and, sometimes, the other students.
That left him to protect them.
To gaurd them.
For a while, people saw that and they were grateful. They acknowledged him and laughed with him, not at him, and they were his friends.
Then Voldemort rose back to power and everything changed.
People didn't believe Harry when he told them what had happened at the graveyard. Ron stuck by him, protected him from the worst of the comments by laughing louder then he normally would. Ron stuck up for him, picking fights with people that had been his friends when they bad-mouthed Harry. Ron stuck with him, even when the teachers themselves didn't.
He didn't complain when his brother, his Percy, was disowned by the family for not believing what Harry said. He didn't say a word when his fellow Gryffindors turned their nasty looks and their jeers on him as well.
Ron followed Harry out into the war, quitting school and quidditch and leaving everything and everyone behind, so that the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't be on his own. Wouldn't be defenceless and ungaurded.
But people didn't see that. They saw him running away with Harry, hiding behind Harry, making Harry protect him.
And then they saw Harry shine when he defeated Voldemort, even though he wouldn't have done it on his own, and Ron faded back into the background again.
Went back to gaurding his goal posts.
His friends.
His family.
He was a Keeper, on the field and off of it.