Ron's Greatest and Most Amazing Birthday Ever.
It's Ron's birthday and something very unexpected happens….
Ron was becoming awfully tired of the sudden eruptions of giggles, mocking smiles and pointed stares. Little did Ron know
but the worst was yet to come.
"Fred and George are here!" Hermione Granger announced with a silly grin on her gave his fiancée a look of daggers but she didn't notice as she was ushering his twin brothers into the cramped kitchen.
The kitchen was full of balloons, presents, Ron's family and friends as well as a huge banner that proclaimed 'Happy Birthday Ron!'
Fred (or George) gave Ron an astonished look.
"You've decided to join the circus without telling us, little brother?" asked the twins bursting into laughter.
"Oh c'mon, it's nothing really. It's just an experiment that went wrong," Harry Potter piped in.
Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Horribly wrong, you mean. I mean for Merlin's sake, Ronnie's got a huge pink UNI-BROW!" Percy screamed.
(Yes. Percy of all people.)
At that, everyone turned to look at Ron's uni-brow again.
"Ever the jerk aren't you Perce?" Ron muttered under his breath.
Hermione sighed, "I lost the counter-spell, I don't know what happened." Ron reckons the houseleves might have mopped it up." Hermione collapsed into a chair and stroked Ron's hair in a comforting manner. Ron jerked her hand away and stubbornly walked to the other side of the room.
He was downright humiliated, all this was happening on his birthday too, he felt awful. He hopped up the rickety ramshackle staircase and went to his room.
The first thing he noticed was the Bulgarian Quidditch Poster of his favourite player Fredriech Jamson had been vandalized. Someone or some people ( the twins most likely) had sneaked in his room with a pink marker and drawn a big uni-brow on Jamson's face.
Ron felt a twist of sadness and anger knot in his stomach. The poster had cost him close to 50 galleons.
It had complete blinking action.
Ron grabbed his broomstick laying on his bed and walked to the window which he blasted open.
He flew right out as if he had no care in the world.
He flew in circles around the backyard for a long while until finally the guests noticed and rushed outside to usher him down so they could cut the cake.
Ron ignored them, took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself off the broom, plunging himself 50 feet towards the ground and his death.
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