Standing at platform 9 3/4 Ron Weasley looked longingly as his younger sister boarded the Hogwarts Express. How he remember the wonder and awe that accompanied those journeys. Aboard that train he became best friends with Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived thou still alive was barley living. Hopefully that would change soon as well. Change seemed to be the most popular in Ron's vocabulary lately.
As Ron stood there with arm draped around his mothers shoulder he could not help but feel a little sad. There would be more train rides for him or his friends. Something was now lost and could not be regained. His youth and childhood lost among memories of chess, herbology, quidditch and a certain fluffy haired girl.
He seemed lost in thoughts when his mother so rudely brought him back to earth.
"What's wrong Ronnie?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"Nothing Mum. Just lost in thought." Ron replied.
"Have you spoken to her?" She pressed.
"No. I'm sorry Mum but it's just too hard. I confided and it made no difference. What more could I have done?" Ron responded in a tone that seemed infinitely sad.
In Ron's mind the time was a whirlwind. His last two years seemed more dream then reality. Two years of horror and triumph. Two years of death and hope. Not the best of times for love but he had tried nonetheless. He regretted his decision not to pursue her. For he knew the outcome. Despite all his achievement. Despite all his success he never felt worthy.
On the last day of school he and Hermione had spoken as never before. They spoke as one and fell apart as one. There lives were leading in different directions. When they had agreed to part they never thought the other would let go. Both wrapped up in confusion and without the wisdom that comes with experience they let there love leave.
Now two months removed from that heartbreak Ron felt ill at speaking with his mother about his "Mione." Even Harry knew not to broach the subject with Ron. Always a private person they knew Ron would not respond. It was too soon.
"Ronnie dear its just that I worry so about you. Harry and yourself getting that flat together in London. Auror training and know the Cannon's offering you a contract..." His mother fussed.
"Mum the Ministry accepted my letter of postponement. I have a year to renew my application into the Auror program. If Quidditch does not work out I'll renew it," he said.
"All right. What has Harry decided?"
"He's doing the same thing. I think he's tired of fighting. Quidditch was always an escape for him anyway. It should help him. He turned down the Tornado's and is signing to the Cannon's with me." Ron said with a hint of pride
As Ron stood there with arm draped around his mothers shoulder he could not help but feel a little sad. There would be more train rides for him or his friends. Something was now lost and could not be regained. His youth and childhood lost among memories of chess, herbology, quidditch and a certain fluffy haired girl.
He seemed lost in thoughts when his mother so rudely brought him back to earth.
"What's wrong Ronnie?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"Nothing Mum. Just lost in thought." Ron replied.
"Have you spoken to her?" She pressed.
"No. I'm sorry Mum but it's just too hard. I confided and it made no difference. What more could I have done?" Ron responded in a tone that seemed infinitely sad.
In Ron's mind the time was a whirlwind. His last two years seemed more dream then reality. Two years of horror and triumph. Two years of death and hope. Not the best of times for love but he had tried nonetheless. He regretted his decision not to pursue her. For he knew the outcome. Despite all his achievement. Despite all his success he never felt worthy.
On the last day of school he and Hermione had spoken as never before. They spoke as one and fell apart as one. There lives were leading in different directions. When they had agreed to part they never thought the other would let go. Both wrapped up in confusion and without the wisdom that comes with experience they let there love leave.
Now two months removed from that heartbreak Ron felt ill at speaking with his mother about his "Mione." Even Harry knew not to broach the subject with Ron. Always a private person they knew Ron would not respond. It was too soon.
"Ronnie dear its just that I worry so about you. Harry and yourself getting that flat together in London. Auror training and know the Cannon's offering you a contract..." His mother fussed.
"Mum the Ministry accepted my letter of postponement. I have a year to renew my application into the Auror program. If Quidditch does not work out I'll renew it," he said.
"All right. What has Harry decided?"
"He's doing the same thing. I think he's tired of fighting. Quidditch was always an escape for him anyway. It should help him. He turned down the Tornado's and is signing to the Cannon's with me." Ron said with a hint of pride