Christmas Carol R/Hr Style

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A/N: This is probably going to be boring in the beginning, but PLEASE bear with me, it'll get better. R&R please!

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes-5 years after the final battle, Christmas Eve

"You bastard, I hope I never see you ever again in my whole entire life!" As the last shriek died in his head, Ron Weasley heard that inevitable "click" of the receiver. He sighed. Was he ever going to have a long-term relationship? He seemed to have a knack for finding the least intelligent, most "obsessed with commitment" girls he could.

"Ron, what did I tell you about personal calls?" George had just walked into the dusty little office and was smirking at him.

"Shut up."

"Ya know, I really thought that one was a keeper. Sure, she looked exactly like all the others, but I think her boobs had a 25 more chance of actually being real, and she at least ATTEMPTED to make her hair look naturally bleach blonde."

Ron slugged his brother, said, "I'll just let you lock up then," grabbed his coat, and walked out into the freezing streets of London. Damn it, he thought all of a sudden, remembering that he had to go to a dinner at Harry's tonight. Sometimes he was incredibly envious of his friend. He actually COULD invite people over, being that he was in a long-term relationship (he had been steady with Ron's sister Ginny since he was 17). He also worked at the Ministry, away from all his family members. (Meaning that if Ginny got a stroke and decided to break up with him, he could wallow in his own grief uninterrupted.)

Yeah, must be nice to be him. He then, instead of walking into his little flat across the street from the stop, he walked up the road, hopped on the Underground, and arrived at Harry's.

"Hey bro, come on in!" greeted his sister Ginny enthusiastically. He walked in and hung up his coat. There were tons of people, tons of (he dreaded the word) couples. He felt extremely awkward to be the only single guys, as if he stood out. (It also didn't help that he had flaming red hair, and had not changed out of his bright, Technicolor, WWW robes.)

"Hi mate!" he heard a familiar voice call to him. He turned around, and sure enough, Harry Potter was making his way through the crowd toward him. "Where's um-what was her name? Emma? Amy?"

He sighed. "It's Emily, and probably complaining about me to all her friends."

Harry took a sharp intake of breath. "You broke up? Really? I thought this one was really gonna turn out to be 'true love.'" Ron kicked him in the shins, causing his friend to yelp. Honestly, he was as bad as Fred.

"I'm done with love, my friend. I think I'll just go buy a cat or something."

Harry grew solemn. "You know, you using 'cat' and 'love' in the same phrase remind me of someone…"

"DON'T SAY IT!" he yelled, so loud some people around him looked at him in alarm. He never told Harry the whole story about what had happened between him and who he knew he was talking about, and Ron did not feel like explaining it now, in front of all these people.

"Don't say what?" Great, now Ginny had joined in. And, wonderful, accompanied by Luna Lovegood.

"We're talking about Her-" Harry started, but Ron interrupted.

"You know what? Fine, you can talk about my past relationships all you want, but I'm not gonna stick around to listen. Bye." He started towards the coat rack and the door.

"Ron!" he heard Ginny call, but he ignored her. "Ron, wait!" she said, after sprinting to catch up with him.

"What?" he snarled bitterly.

"Look, I know it's a touchy subject, but you can't deny what you guys had," she said stubbornly, with her jaw set.

"Oh yes I can. Face it, love may be something great for people like you, or Harry, but not for me. I've never felt love and I never will! Why do you think I can't keep a relationship going for over 5 days?" He was starting to get extremely agitated. What did she know about him?

"You know exactly why I think you can't keep a relationship, but you're too stubborn to listen to me!" She shouting now.

"No, you're too stubborn to admit maybe you don't know everything about everyone!" he shouted right back at her.

She looked hurt. Served her right. "You know what, Ron? Fine. Do it your way. I obviously can't make you see sense, and I don't know who can. Maybe you'll realize it in due time. For your sake, I hope you do! Now, you said you were going?" She nudged him out the door and slammed it shut.

Ron huffed, and hailed a taxi.

The redhead walked into his room, barely taking in the messy appearance around him. He was too exhausted form the night's events. Without even changing, he fell instantly asleep.

About two hours later, he woke to the sound of something (something soft, he registered) sliding along the floor.

"Who's there?" he called, but clearly not expecting an answer.

"Oh, silly boy do not pretend you don't know me. I, after all was your headmaster for many years." Somehow, Ron's scream did not make it out his mouth. Standing (or maybe floating) in front of him was Albus Dumbledore, no blackened hand, looking as if Ron was back in his 5th year at Hogwarts.

"Wha-wha-wha-what are you doing here?"

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I take it you know the story?" He nodded, but truthfully, he had no idea what the hell this guy was talking about. Where was Harry when he needed him?

"With a pitiful nod such as that, you obviously do not," Dumbledore said pleasantly, as if it were completely normal for him to float into a former student's room. "I have heard tell that you no longer believe in love. This is one of the worst things that could possible say. Take it from a man who met his one true love, but never ended up acting on this love." The old man looked more depressed than Ron had ever seen him. He suddenly found himself wondering who Dumbledore was talking about.

"Therefore, I will try to show you what an error you are making by showing you scenes of your past, involving YOUR true love, in the hopes you will make the necessary changes to win her back." Ron thought he knew where this was going, and he did not like it at all.

"And if I don't consent--?" Dumbledore ignored him, however, and continued on.

"Two hours later, another spirit will appear to show you your present. And after that, your Christmas Future as it will be if you do not change your ways."

"Hey, hey wait a min—"

"Shall we be off? Good!" The old man grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him upwards as he felt the familiar feeling of being sucked through a tube.