You didn't understand. Why does Ron want to be you? Doesn't he realize what he's got? He's got love. He's got family. He's got love. He's got a childhood. He's got Molly as a mother, and Ginny as a sister. He's got tons of brothers, not to mention the extended family.
Maybe he's not rich. Maybe he's not famous. Maybe he's just another Weasley. But he's got the one thing you haven't. Family. And that should make up for it.
You just don't understand. It's not even fun to be the Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived. Why would Ron give up his family to have that? If anything, shouldn't you have wanted to swap with him?
It pained you that Ron doesn't see what he has.
Even when he left, Bill understood. Family is what forgives you, even after your worst mistake. When he nearly died, his mother cried over him. Who would cry over you?
But you don't realize. Not until you walked into the Great Hall. After all the losses that they had suffered, for you, why wouldn't they be upset? Why didn't they hate you? Fred died! Because you didn't turn yourself in. How do they not hate you?
But Molly hugged you tearfully, and George told you that you need to be careful; he doesn't want to lose another brother. Hermione scolded you, and told you that you were more than a best friend, you were a brother, and if you thought that you were going to die, you had better have another thought coming.
Brother, son, friend, hero, savior. That is what you are to these people. And the film before your eyes peels back to reveal something newer, brighter, worth being envious of. And you understand