A random drabble i made a while back, it was never meant to go further than this, so sorry? for the shortness.

I do not own Harry Potter.

I really don't like Ron, my friend gave me a prompt for this, "ron getting backhanded, deathly hallows" vague but i kinda like this fic...

"Get out."

"B-but..."

"I said, get out!"

"B-bill I'm your brother...why...?"

Ron was backed against the front door of his eldest brother's cottage. Fleur was leaning against the far wall, glaring at the younger redhead. Bill's arm was twitching against his side, years of experience with Egyptian curses he had learned whilst working with Gringotts springing to the front of his mind.

Earlier that evening Bill had asked his youngest brother why he was not with Harry and Hermione. The reason had angered Bill. His little brother had left his friends alone to fight against the death eaters because of a small disagreement. Bill could not believe his little brother was such a coward.

"How dare you call yourself a Weasley! You are nothing but a disgrace to our line! Grandfather Prewitt would be rolling in his grave at such cowardice!"

Ron slumped against the wood door in defeat that was overcome with anger at the way his brother was speaking to him, "H-how would you know how it was traveling with H-harry? Avoiding all the deatheaters, not knowing who to trust, always worrying a small mistake could lead the Dark Lord to us?!"

Ron's head snapped to the side as bill's hand connected with it. Bill looked at the younger boy and growled out in anger, "you coward! Do you really think that we are not trying to avoid being caught? No one can be trusted these days! The night of the wedding, it was supposed to be safe. No one except our family and those invited could have led the death eaters to our house. Mom, Dad, Ginny and Charlie are hiding at Aunt Myrtle's manor because they do not feel safe at home. We all worry about if we have the spell knowledge to overcome the death eaters, to at least take a few out with us. The death eaters have a far wider range of spells. The Smith's, have been destroyed only the youngest was taken alive, for a play toy, and they were purebloods. Cousin Hazel died last month protecting a small muggle orphanage outside of Kent. Only thirty out of 120 survived, they had to watch as their friends, children were tortured and killed. Do not act as if you are the only victim in this war. Don't act as if you are the only one suffering!"

Bill panted as he tried to contain his fury as his imbecile of a brother.

"Just get out!"

"Bill!"

"What?"

"We can't just kick him out."

Bill growled and turned around harshly, storming into the kitchen away from his brother. Fleur turned to Ron and said, "You can stay, but make any trouble and you will be kicked out."

Huffing slightly she also turned and walked away from the red-faced Weasley.

I apologize, the last 7-8 lines i tacked on so it didn't seem to cut off abruptly.

Thanks for reading

~Risei

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