Think of Me
Ron followed his sister. He didn't need to be bound, he was resigned to his fate. All he did now was think.
He would never see his family again. Never hug his mother. Laugh with the twins. Annoy his older siblings. Insult Percy. Bug his father. He would never play Quidditch. He would never be an auror. He would never marry Luna. He would never get to tell Hermione how special she was. He would never get to apologize to Harry.
Harry. He would think about him now. He was always at the back of his mind. Harry, Harry, and Harry. Always Harry. He thought about Harry when he held Luna. He thought about Harry when he was tormenting his family, flying, eating. All the time. Harry was the focus of all his thoughts.
He had to face the truth. He was in love with his best friend. It would be now, as his sister raised her wand to kill him, that he would realize it. He smiled, as he faced certain death, about everything. He smiled at the irony of his sister causing his death. He smiled at the fact that Luna was so in love with him. He smiled at the fact he never outshone his brothers. He smiled at the fact he loved Harry fucking Potter.
It almost seemed like fate. He was the first person to befriend Harry, and most likely the first to love him. When he thought about it, he had always loved him. The shy hero who cared for everyone no matter how he was treated. The sweet teenager who could fly like a bird. The man who faced Voldemort time and time again, and always came out unscathed.
Ron had the urge to laugh. He didn't, but he wanted to. Because it was really funny. He couldn't think of anything else that he found more funny. He loved his best friend who supposedly had trysts with Malfoy in broom closets. Harry would never love him, even if he lived.
And that was Ron's last thought as he fell dead. His spirit soared up above and watched his body. He saw his sister fall, and then the most shocking. Harry ran out and latched himself to his body. Ron smiled. 'Love,' he thought, 'is the basis of friendship.
His body was taken away, and Ron sailed up into the sky. He grew wings, and watched from above.
Watched his best friend refuse to leave his body. Watched his fiancé go mad with grief. Watch Draco scheme, and Hermione conclude. And his funeral. His crying mother, consoling father. Broken brothers, and Harry. Harry, the only one he ever loved. A man who had lost some will to live. He looked haunted, and alone.
Ron let his one wish lose into the world.
"Let Harry Potter find love. A love that can overcome mine. The truest love possible."
