AN: Thanks for taking to time to read my little oneshot. I hope you can use a little more time to review my story.
Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter
Cheers Slytherin's daughter.
Harry sat on the floor of the Astronomy Tower. The wind blew his dark hair into his emerald eyes, which where glittering with unshed tears. He curled up tightly, his arms around his knees. Sirius is gone; I can't ever live with him. Why did he have to die? Why him? The thoughts rattled around in Harry's head as he cried slow, silent tears.
Suddenly warm arms wrapped around him. The person held him for many minutes just rubbing small circles into Harry's back.
"Ron..?" Harry whispered as he caught sight of familiar red hair and a face full of freckles.
"It's me Har," Ron said as he smiled sadly, "just me."
Harry clutched Ron tightly and mumbled, "Does losing someone ever get better? Do you ever forget them?"
"You will never forget them. The pain… it will go away as time passes. Then you remember all the good times, the times when you're happy and carefree."
"Who… who did you lose?" Harry asked "Who did you share happy times with? Who did you cry over?
"Her name was Rose," said Ron softly. "Rose Weasley, she was born when I was six, at 3 months old she caught Dragon Pox. She didn't have very good health and Dragon Pox was one illness too many. I…I still remember her, I held her… she was so small and delicate." He shifted wrapping Harry up in a Slytherin green blanket that he conjured.
Harry looked at the blanket and raised an eyebrow.
"Slytherin green… who knew that Ronald Weasley, master Gryffindor, one-who-dislikes-Slytherins, could willingly be near a Slytherin colour?" Harry teased.
Ron smirked, "who knew that famous Harry Potter was ticklish!" He said then pounced and tickled Harry mercilessly
"Ron!" Harry spluttered, "Stop please, I'm begging you!" As he squirmed, trying to fight Ron off with no luck. Ron stopped tickling Harry and picked him up instead.
"Aw the fifteen year old midget needs to be carried back to the dorms." Ron said rocking Harry.
"Ron! I can walk by myself you know and I'm not that small!" Harry said indignantly.
Ron gave in and put down the annoyed raven-haired boy.
"Let's go then I don't want to be caught by Snape or McGonagall for that matter!" Ron stopped when he felt something tugging on his robe.
"Ron… thanks for being by me" Harry muttered looking at his feet. Ron grinned and ruffled Harry's hair.
"I've got to be there for my little brother haven't I?" Flinging an arm around his brother-in everything-but-blood, Ron dragged Harry back to the Common room to Hermione, sweets and chess games. Mostly 'Mione though, she was frantic when she couldn't find Harry. He was as well; Ronald Weasley would look after his best friend and brother to the best his ability! Not even Vol…Voldemort could stop him when he was looking after his family, not even Voldemort.
AN: This is my first story (not counting the ones we have to do for school), please review