Well. Here we are, another story.
This story was made for 's birthday.
It is a combo of a lot of hate towards writers of Harry Potter fan fictions. I was reading HP/A crossovers and saw a ton of Harry going to the states or Harry and Loki ficts and what not. I even read Ginny and Hermione and even Draco ficts. Even the twins had one. But not one, not ONE of them was a Ron fict, NOT ONE, all that I read had either Ron bashing or no mention of him at all. Or he died. And that is not OK at ALL! So this is the end of my rant. Please read on!
Edit. I didn't like the end. 7/12/13
Ron could only see white. The walls were shining and hurting his, surprisingly sensitive eyes.
"Your awake!" A female voice said enthusiastically. "You've been asleep for awhile." she said as she helped Ron sit up.
"Where am I?" Ron asked her. She stood up and walked to the end of the white bed. "Your in California." She said as she leaned against the wall.
"California?" Ron asked, confused.
"You know America. The USA." The girl said as she pulled at one of her twin braids. Ron went white. How was he in America? The last thing he remembered was being at Hogwarts during a battle. More specifically he remembered pushing Fred and sending a curse which hit two others and headed back his way... Wait Multiple Curses Hit Ron!
Ron started to hyperventilate. That was bad! Mixing curses generates unstable paradoxes.
The girl rushed to his side. "Your gonna be alright." she told him.
Ron rarely cried. If you had asked Mrs. Weasley, you would know that, even as a baby Ron rarely cried. Even when his brothers hurt him or scared him he never cried. He did do his share of brooding, which surprisingly fit him, but he never cried. So after he stopped hyperventilating he just sat there, his head bent, his hair effectively covering his face and his hands folded kind of violently in his lap.
"Hey cheer up kid." the girl said while patting his back. After awhile she stopped. "What IS your name?" The girl asked bluntly.
Ron looked up at her with blank eyes, his mind made. "I don't know." he said his voice was filled with uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" The girl asked him. He nodded. "Well that changes things. My name is Enamere." she said with a smile.
"I will try and help you remember. OK?" Enamere asked.
Ron nodded. "But first we have to give you a name." she said before going deep into thought.
"How about Charlie?" she asked Ron paled slightly then shook his head. "OK not Charlie. How about Nathan?" she asked. Ron Nodded "Sounds good." Ron-Nathan said as he stretched.
Enamere smiled and spun on the spot. Nathan took the time to really look at her. She was tall probably 5'10" 5'11" ish she has long ash-blonde hair braided into two braids on either side of her head. She has a round face with dark skin, not black but not exactly white either, if Nathan had to guess he would say it was a little lighter then the Patil twins skin. She was dressed in what he guesses is an American nurses uniform. All in all he thinks she looks average.
"Hellooo! Nathan you in there?" she asked in what is probably a Californian accent. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Nathan said as politely as he could in that situation. Enamere huffed "I was saying there are still some things we need to work out." She said. "What things?" Nathan asked.
He now sat at the edge of the bed, his legs swinging slightly. Wait Swinging? Nathan was now looking himself up and down. He got of the bed and noticed how Enamere was a lot taller then him. He ran to the full length mirror and the froze. There, starring back at him was a child! He was short with unruly red hair. He was wearing a hospital gown that was a bit to long. He couldn't believe it, he was 5 years old. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the concerned face of Enamere.
Hope you like it!
Mars