Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry Assignment 9

Religious Education Task #6: Charity – Write about someone performing a good deed because it's the right thing to do.

Word count will be at end.


Ron Weasley would never admit it, but he felt bad for all of the Slytherins who had graduated from Hogwarts with their year. Especially all of the ones who had Death Eaters as parents, because now they were always scorned at for it.

Since graduating Hogwarts, he told himself he would be better about not being prejudiced. With the help of Hermione, who he married two years after they had graduated, he came far from being a prejudiced asshole like he had been back in their school days. At work, he apologized to the ones who were Slytherins in his year for his behavior towards them and began to work better with them. While in Diagon Alley, if he saw a Slytherin he knew being scorned or mocked, he would step in to help.

So when he saw Draco Malfoy, blonde git extraordinaire, being thrown out of a store with a woman yelling at him, "And stay out!", he couldn't help but make his way over.

His feet moved him down the street of Diagon Alley, weaving through the crowd before he made it to the blonde. Putting an arm on Draco's, he made sure he was alright before asking, "You okay, mate?"

The blonde looked at him, surprised. Then he nodded and said, "Yes, thank you."

"No problem."

He let go of the blonde and watched as he straightened out his shirt, looking anywhere but at Ron. He sighed. "What is it?"

"Why did you help me?"

"Because you looked like you needed it."

"Oh, like you're such a saint," the blonde sneered. "I bet you did it to scoff at me, didn't you?"

"Nah, not really." The redhead jammed his hands into his pocket and rocked on the heels of his feet. "I don't have a thing against Slytherins, not anymore at least, and I thought I should help you." He looked away from the blonde and up at the store the blonde had been thrown out of and frowned. "Is Madam Malkin not letting you in now?"

The blonde sniffed and looked at the ground. "No, it was the assistant."

"Ah. Okay, I'll be right back."

With a nod and a thin frown on his face, he made his way into the store and waved when he saw Madam Malkin.

"Why, hello there, Mr. Weasley!" the woman exclaimed. "What is it you need?"

"Oh, morning, Madam. Can I ask you something?"

"Why, of course."

"A customer, Draco Malfoy to be exact, was thrown out by your assistant. Do you know why?"

The woman sighed, placing a hand in her cheek. "Oh dear, I guess Fretta did it again, didn't she? She has a horrible attitude towards the children of Death Eaters, and I have warned her, mind you, that I will fire her if it happens again. Looks like I might."

"Sorry to be if trouble, Madam."

"No, no, it's perfectly fine. Be a dear and send the lad in?"

"Sure thing, Madam."

With a nod, he turned and exited the store, making his way back to Malfoy. "You can go back in," he told the blonde. "Madam Malkin says she's sorry about it." With a smile, he have a little way and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

The redhead turned. "Yeah?"

The blonde looked at the ground, then at him. "Thanks," he finally said.

"No problem. It was the right thing to do."

Then he turned and made his way back down the crowded cobbled street of Diagon Alley.


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