A/N: Okay, first fanfic, give me a bit of a break if it isn't prefect. Harry Potter nor All These Things That I've Done belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling and The Killers, respectively. These are going to be kind of one-shots to parts of the lyrics, so would that make this a song-fic too? Ugh, whatever, just enjoy.
Ron
When there's nowhere else to run,
Is there room for one more son,
One more son,
If you can hold on,
If you can hold on, hold on...
No one else in his family seemed to notice, but Ron never felt like he truly belonged some days. He was the last son, the younger brother, the one who got all the hand-me-downs, the one who never stood out. Bloody hell, even Fred and George stood out by being the troublesome, somehow-genius duo! It wasn't fair. He was the normal child. he just wanted to be different. Not that he didn't love his family or anything, but he felt like running away sometimes. He even had a special tree he managed to keep hidden from even the twins! That was his sanctuary, his holy ground, his place. It was everything to him. Ron never stopped going there from time to time, not even after he met Harry and Hermione.
It was only place Ron felt accepted, the one place there was room for one more son... The place where he could hold on.