~*~
He was gone.
And not even the best chess move could save him now.
The unnamed hero, the misunderstood genius, the unnoticed star. Surely, he was them all. For he was a man of complex nature and strength- a strength that made them wonder where it came from. He was but a mere man, a mere mortal.
One life out of billions. One star out of trillions.
But yet, this one was certainly different. This one was not like the masses. This one got a grave of his own.
And when the war between Light and Dark finally ended, he got his own gravesite, most were buried in mass graves. They liked him, when he did what they told him to do. And he rarely did.
However, something stuck out about him. And he got his own marble gravestone, and they were happy. For, he deserved it. He deserved silly little privileges like that.
There was just something about him, and you would've known it right when you saw it him. If you met it him, that is. He exuded confidence. He talked nonsense. He walked as though he owned the world. There was just that something special, that no one could quite place.
For, to be honest, he was not the nicest person, or the smartest, or even the bravest. He did not get a statue, or a plaque, or even words of praise. The man had this temper about him, this hideous temper that always made them laugh.
They laughed, for it was rather funny, when you really thought about it. His face would turn the colour of candy-canes and he'd spout angry words. And he was stubborn, so stubborn. They loved that about him as well. The way when he dug his heels in the ground you could bet your life he wasn't going to move his feet.
And yet, despite it all, he was a good person. Despite the temper and the persistence, as well as every other little quirk- he was amazing.
Amazing in such a way that no one person could ever duplicate.
For he was Ronald Weasley, and he got his own marble gravestone.
~*~
La Fin.
He was gone.
And not even the best chess move could save him now.
The unnamed hero, the misunderstood genius, the unnoticed star. Surely, he was them all. For he was a man of complex nature and strength- a strength that made them wonder where it came from. He was but a mere man, a mere mortal.
One life out of billions. One star out of trillions.
But yet, this one was certainly different. This one was not like the masses. This one got a grave of his own.
And when the war between Light and Dark finally ended, he got his own gravesite, most were buried in mass graves. They liked him, when he did what they told him to do. And he rarely did.
However, something stuck out about him. And he got his own marble gravestone, and they were happy. For, he deserved it. He deserved silly little privileges like that.
There was just something about him, and you would've known it right when you saw it him. If you met it him, that is. He exuded confidence. He talked nonsense. He walked as though he owned the world. There was just that something special, that no one could quite place.
For, to be honest, he was not the nicest person, or the smartest, or even the bravest. He did not get a statue, or a plaque, or even words of praise. The man had this temper about him, this hideous temper that always made them laugh.
They laughed, for it was rather funny, when you really thought about it. His face would turn the colour of candy-canes and he'd spout angry words. And he was stubborn, so stubborn. They loved that about him as well. The way when he dug his heels in the ground you could bet your life he wasn't going to move his feet.
And yet, despite it all, he was a good person. Despite the temper and the persistence, as well as every other little quirk- he was amazing.
Amazing in such a way that no one person could ever duplicate.
For he was Ronald Weasley, and he got his own marble gravestone.
~*~
La Fin.