The Domino Theory.
By CircusGirl
Author's Note: I was bored and just sitting there when suddenly Ron burst through my bedroom window and with a voice like thunder, demanded I write this. So I'm sorry but when someone's going about breaking my windows just for a little insight into their own head, I'll go into their head and I'll get insight damnit! Thank-you.
I've never really fit in anywhere in all honesty.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking; but no, I'm not doing this for attention. That's another thing; I never receive any attention. I don't fit in and I don't get any attention. That's me. I suppose it didn't fit on the birth certificate though so my parents had to settle for Ronald Bilius Weasley. Doesn't matter. They mean the same thing really. See, just ask anyone who Ronald Weasley is and you'll probably be met with a blank stare then a dawning of comprehension. Oh. That kid. Wasn't he Potter's friend? Or was that Longbottom? One of them red head kids, wasn't he?
As a Weasley, I am just another of Arthur and Molly's freckled children. I'm not the only girl, I'm not the youngest or the oldest. I don't have a twin and I'm not particularly bright. Get me near a grown dragon and I'll scream like a girl. So I'm the youngest boy. What kind of title is that anyway? Nothing near as cool as The Boy Who Lived. Ah well Can't win 'em all. Thing is, I don't win any at all. Please. Don't roll your eyes like that. This is my pity party, I'll say what I want.
As Harry Potter's friend, I am unworthy. I am just a sacrifice. When I was young, being sacrified for Harry Potter was like a dream. One crack from a armored Queen later and I was willing to take my words back and yet I did not. Sacrifice. I sacrifice a part of myself every day for Harry and what do I get back? Nothing. I want a name. No, not Ronald Weasley or even Ron; I want to be special. I'll take a scar across my fore head if that's what it takes. But when you're best friends with Harry, you might as well be his enemy for all the love and attention you get from the rest of 'em. He's a great guy, don't get me wrong but.. it's just.. how can being friends be so painful? Why does the blame fall on me so much?
See, if I was like Hermione this wouldn't be a problem. Muggle girl, only child with the brains of Merlin. She doesn't have to be known as Harry's best friend; she's the cleverest in the school and awfully pretty. I don't have anything to fall back on. It's either being Harry's friend or not and the latter has proved painful. He's my best friend for a reason and I could never hate him. Never.
Still, I don't understand why everyone hates me. So what if I'm a little opininated? A little average? No one's perfect, not even Hermione. Not even Harry. Am I really that flawed? Harry and Hermione.. they could go on without me. Without Harry, the wizarding world would fall into disarray. Without Hermione, Harry would have no voice of reason and he would fall before the rest of the wizarding world followed. It's like the Domino theory; Hermione falls, Harry falls, everyone falls. But if I fall, nothing would happen. I guess the distance between my domino and the rest of them are just a little too far apart.
Oh well. What does it matter? I'll keep sacrificing myself and maybe some day I'll get myself a name. A real name. And maybe, just maybe, I can slide into the row of dominos; that way I'll fit in. If I'm lucky, I'll be falling with the rest of them when the sky falls around our feet. Hahaha. Now get out of my head.