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Chapter 1: Possibilities Ron trudged up the stairs at towards the apartment that he shared with Harry. His robes hung loosely on him as he opened the door and made his into the sitting room. Harry sat quietly scratching something on a roll parchment. Ron through his broom to the floor and sat down with a scowl.
"I can't take it, mate," Ron said in an anxious manner rubbing his hands together.
Harry looked up at him and studied the dirt covering his face before saying anything, "Another tough day of training?"
"Yeah, I just don't know how I'm going to make it through. I always knew it would be tough to be on a Quidditch team but after we won the Cup those last three years I thought I finally had it made, but playing for the Cannons is hell on a broom," Ron said getting up and moving into the small kitchen and fixing his self a cup of tea. He stared at the teabag for a few minutes before dunking into the cup and coming to sit back down.
"I know but it's what you want to be doing. I would have given anything to play on a Quidditch team, not that being an Auror is easy," Harry said to Ron who looked calmer and more relaxed now that he was home.
"But you passed on the first try! Face it Harry, you're special."
"I'm not special," Harry mused looking back down at his piece of parchment, "I've just been through a lot, anyone who'd faced Voldemort five times and defeated him when he was only seventeen when the most qualified Aurors couldn't take him down would have done the same."
"But no one else could do that Harry! Don't you understand? That's why you're special! You've been through everything and come out alive. And I know that Hermione and I were there a lot of the time, helping you out and fighting right alongside you, but normal people just can't do what you can, you're the best Auror the Ministry has and you're only 21! Even Hermione says so," Ron said in an exasperated tone.
"I know," Harry sighed, "but you're amazing too and you'll get through the training I promise you. You'll be the best keeper in the league someday. If all else fails you could be an Auror, take some of the pressure off me. Being the best Auror at the age of 21 isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes I wish I could just pack up and go live in Romania, study dragons like Charlie that would at least be interesting more often. It's like I'm this huge celebrity that everyone expects everything of all the time and I just can't do it."
"I know, mate, I know," Ron replied. "But it will get better, I'm sure, and if all else fails you could always go to teach for Dumbledore, ever since Hermione went to take over for Professor McGonagall she's been begging us to come teach. I don't know what I could do but I'm sure that the Defense for Dark Arts position is open, and you're the most qualified person there is."
Harry sat thoughtfully looking at Ron and then looked down at his parchment. Then in one swift move, he got and made his way across the apartment and into his bedroom. As the door to the Harry's room closed, Ron sighed and went back into the kitchen to fix himself dinner.
Chapter 1: Possibilities Ron trudged up the stairs at towards the apartment that he shared with Harry. His robes hung loosely on him as he opened the door and made his into the sitting room. Harry sat quietly scratching something on a roll parchment. Ron through his broom to the floor and sat down with a scowl.
"I can't take it, mate," Ron said in an anxious manner rubbing his hands together.
Harry looked up at him and studied the dirt covering his face before saying anything, "Another tough day of training?"
"Yeah, I just don't know how I'm going to make it through. I always knew it would be tough to be on a Quidditch team but after we won the Cup those last three years I thought I finally had it made, but playing for the Cannons is hell on a broom," Ron said getting up and moving into the small kitchen and fixing his self a cup of tea. He stared at the teabag for a few minutes before dunking into the cup and coming to sit back down.
"I know but it's what you want to be doing. I would have given anything to play on a Quidditch team, not that being an Auror is easy," Harry said to Ron who looked calmer and more relaxed now that he was home.
"But you passed on the first try! Face it Harry, you're special."
"I'm not special," Harry mused looking back down at his piece of parchment, "I've just been through a lot, anyone who'd faced Voldemort five times and defeated him when he was only seventeen when the most qualified Aurors couldn't take him down would have done the same."
"But no one else could do that Harry! Don't you understand? That's why you're special! You've been through everything and come out alive. And I know that Hermione and I were there a lot of the time, helping you out and fighting right alongside you, but normal people just can't do what you can, you're the best Auror the Ministry has and you're only 21! Even Hermione says so," Ron said in an exasperated tone.
"I know," Harry sighed, "but you're amazing too and you'll get through the training I promise you. You'll be the best keeper in the league someday. If all else fails you could be an Auror, take some of the pressure off me. Being the best Auror at the age of 21 isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes I wish I could just pack up and go live in Romania, study dragons like Charlie that would at least be interesting more often. It's like I'm this huge celebrity that everyone expects everything of all the time and I just can't do it."
"I know, mate, I know," Ron replied. "But it will get better, I'm sure, and if all else fails you could always go to teach for Dumbledore, ever since Hermione went to take over for Professor McGonagall she's been begging us to come teach. I don't know what I could do but I'm sure that the Defense for Dark Arts position is open, and you're the most qualified person there is."
Harry sat thoughtfully looking at Ron and then looked down at his parchment. Then in one swift move, he got and made his way across the apartment and into his bedroom. As the door to the Harry's room closed, Ron sighed and went back into the kitchen to fix himself dinner.