DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters. I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. My version of the Deathly Hallows in Ron's point of view, with a few twists and turns.

Yes, I have published this first chapter quickly. I like to get things up quickly, and sometimes I get quite obsessed with my stories, I have to write to them! ENJOY!

A Consistent Want
Part One: Essence of Harry

The wind was cold on his face as they flew unseen through the air, clouds billowing past them and the moon bright between the group of witches and wizards. Ron thought if Muggles could see them – they were covered by a Disillusion Charm – they would exactly like the witches from those pictures by Muggles he had seen once or twice. Broomsticks, full moon right behind them, and Fred and George were cackling as the swooped along, hidden but their laughter still loud.

Ron looked down at the town below, brushing his red hair out of his eyes, he wondered how far away from Harry's aunt and uncle's home they were. But this thought was lost as he spotted a Muggle man taking out the trash, big plastic bag and all. He nearly giggled and lost of control of his broom at how useless and stupid some Muggles could be. He supposed he'd become so accustomed to using Magic out of school, now that he was seventeen, he'd been using it for a lot of small and unnecessary things that could be done perhaps even faster by hand. Ron didn't care; it was much more fun showing off to Ginny who was still the only one in the Weasley family who could not perform Magic.

Mad-Eye Moody gave the call and they began descending, down through the thin and low hanging clouds. Ron's heart was summer-salting and he had a smile glued to his lips, he was looking forward to seeing Harry again, though they had only been apart for a short time. He was desperately eager to see him, and make up for the little amount of time they had been separated.

Then they arrived on Privet Drive. The street was cold and deserted and it gave Ron the chills. Everything was so orderly, roses trimmed perfectly, and the green leaves on the hedges had not a twig out of place. Each light from the lamps shone at exactly the same voltage, giving the street a fake persona. It was so different from the Burrow, which was basically a huge ball of mess, well his room anyway. But it was home, this street certainly had no homely feeling it to. He'd been here before, but each time he knew there was something major missing.

When his feet touched the ground, he swung quickly off his broom and was about to run full throttle to the door of Harry's home, but a hand caught his shoulder and firmly held him in place. He stopped in mid run and nearly fell over his one feet as the hand gripped his shoulder, making him tense in pain.

'Not so fast, boy!' Mad-Eye ordered as he lifted the Disillusion charm off the group which included, Mad-Eye, himself, the twins, his father, Bill, Hermione, Fleur, Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, Mundungus Fletcher and Hagrid.

Ron was glad when the tightness on his shoulder ebbed, and he had half a mind to run off to the door anyway. He didn't turn to face Mad-Eye but stared at the door where Harry would emerge from in a few minutes with longing on his. 'What?' he asked sulkily.

'Turn around.'

The door of number 4 Privet Drive opened, and out came Harry, his face lit up by a board and ecstatic smile. Ron felt Mad-Eye clasp his shoulder again, and he scowled for he was sure he would now have a bruise there and he was unable to run to Harry and engulf him in a hug, planting kisses across his face.

'Turn around, Ronald; I need to speak to you!' Mad-Eye barked, the tone in his voice made Ron jump to and he quickly turned around.

'What is it?' he asked, tapping his foot impatiently and then realizing it was quite a Hermione-ish gesture so he promptly stopped. Instead he crossed his arms and adopted an irritated glare.

'Stop sulking,' the older Auror commanded.

Ron, who was a little frightened of Moody, but would never admit this, didn't stop sulking but did he best to create an interested expression on his face.

'Better,' Moody said. 'Now listen, this is important. I've heard about the love affair between you and Harry, and I don't approve of it; not in that way, I just … Merlin! Never mind. Romances in this type of situation can be potentially dangerous -'

'But what about Fleur and Bill; Tonks and Lupin?' Ron interrupted to ask, feeling cheated and wondering if his mother had demanded that Moody talk to him and try to 'de-gay' him.

'They are married, it's different!' Moody yelled, he was always yelling and spoke loudly but never the less Ron flinched. 'Young romances are what get in the way, love-sick puppies trying to play hero and save their lovers, I'll tell you right now I won't stand for either you or Harry trying to save each other! We are all here to protect Harry and play out the plan, so you stick to what you've been told! All right?'

'Urgh,' Ron groaned, looking across at Harry who caught his eye and smiled. 'All right,' he said, defeated.

'No heroics, we just want to get Harry somewhere safe as quickly as possible, without too many people being hurt and someone tipping off the Death Eaters,' Moody said.

'I already agreed!' Ron yelled, and cringing at how blunt Mad-Eye was.

'Good,' Moody said, his fake eye zooming from Ron and then to Harry. 'I needed to make myself clear to you that if you screw up the plan and go off after Harry, just to make sure he's safe, there will be serious consequences. And probably from more people then just me! Now, go on,' he said a little more kindly.

Ron nodded like a child being told off by his mother and slunk off past Bill and Fleur, down the drive way to where Harry was standing inviting them all in.

'What was Mad-Eye saying?' Harry asked in a hushed tone, ushering Tonks and Lupin inside the house.

'Thanks for the 'hello, I've missed you so much,'' Ron muttered, stopping in front of Harry and grinning at him.

'Sorry,' Harry said hastily and pulled Ron into a hug. 'I have missed you,' he said, his voice muffled as he face was buried in Ron's neck. 'Just wanted to know …'

'Moody said that I couldn't be all heroic and try and save you or something,' Ron said grinning. 'But that's no problem seeing you always do the heroics.'

Harry frowned. 'I never do the heroics.'

'Don't be so modest, Harry,' Ron scoffed gently. 'You're the biggest bloody hero I know.'

They were the last ones outside; the others had all retreated into the warmth of the house. Hermione was still standing at the door and holding it open for her friends, waiting from them to finish saying hello. But a single hello could never stay that way. Ron's arms tightened around Harry and he pressed his face into the tangle of unruly hair.

'Harry, Ron,' Hermione said lightly, rapping on the door to catch their attention. 'We need to get going.'

Harry nodded against Ron's chest and pulled out of his arms walking briskly to the door, and disappearing inside. Ron however lingered outside for a moment longer, taking in the quiet neighborhood, with the perfectly trimmed gardens and immaculately paved drive ways. He heaved a sigh and headed towards the door, wondering what was going to happen to them all tonight. As Moody had told him, the possibilities could be endless and he should be prepared for anything. He stepped after Harry, closing the door behind him and following the noise into the kitchen.

'No!' Ron recognized the cry as Harry's. He smirked as he entered the kitchen to see Harry standing backed up against the fridge with his hands raised, Moody bearing over him. 'No way!' He'd just found out the plan, Ron knew he wouldn't like it. It would be awkward for Ron as well. Taking the form of Harry even for a short time would be very strange.

Ron was nearly keeling over from his laughter as Harry continued to protest, getting angrier and angrier by the minute. Eventually after threats of a fight, Harry succumbed and gave over some hair, wincing as he tugged it from his head.

After being handed the Polyjuice Potion, with added essence of Harry, Ron gulped. He looked across to Harry apologetically, trying to get across that this was not his idea, and he didn't like it just as much as Harry did. Though after thinking about it, as he stared down at the amazingly golden Potion, he could have never of thought of something this clever.

'Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,' Hermione trilled looking at Harry with a beam of her face. Harry shrugged and peered over Ron's shoulder at the cup in his hands. Ron glared at Hermione and she flushed muttering something about, 'Oh, you know what I mean, theirs looked like bogies.'

'Fake Potters line up here!' Moody barked, and all rushed to stand before him, holding their cups.

Suddenly Ron felt a pair of lips pressing against his own, and he nearly slopped the Potion down his front, the urgency of the kiss giving him a shock. Just as he began to kiss back, Harry pulled away, a barely noticeable red tinge flittering across his face.

'Sorry,' Harry muttered, stepping back from the line of people. 'Just didn't want to do it when he would be me, bit weird …'

Ron nodded along with a few others. Yes, that would be weird, beyond weird. There was probably a law against making out with your double when under the influence of Polyjuice Potion. Moody, however, shot Ron and Harry an icy glance. Ron knew he was sending them a warning; it was time for business not kisses.

'Altogether then …' Moody said, urging them all to swig out the cups they held.

He, Hermione, the Twins, Fleur and Mundungus drank deeply. Ron gasped as he tasted the liquid, not from disgust or because it tasted foul, but because it tasted exactly like Harry did. He flushed and quickly swallowed the Potion, handing the glass to Bill who dumped it unceremoniously in the sink. He then felt himself changing; he had often described using Polyjuice Potion as being one of the weirdest experiences ever. But this surpassed everything he had said, he was changing into the person he loved most, this was certainly very weird. He felt his body shrinking, noticed his fringe growing longer and darkening. He looked down at his palms and saw his freckles shrinking away to be replaced by smooth, light skin. Ron had touched all of his newly acquired form when it was Harry, the fact that he now looked identical to Harry sent shivers up his spine. He reached a tentative hand up to his forehead, and there it was. The scar, so jagged and rough against the rest of Harry's silky skin. He quickly pulled his hand away as he caught Harry – the real one – watching him as he stroked his scar. Ron quickly pulled his hand away and began shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

'Bloody hell,' he said to himself, voice cracking as he shrugged apologetically towards Harry and listened to Mad-Eye's booming instructions.

Ron's stomach flipped as the Portkey escorted him and Tonks back to the safe haven of the Burrow. His appearance had gone back to his own and he was happy for that, because Harry's legs weren't as long as his, so whenever he had taken a step he'd over stretched and nearly fallen over. Even as he placed a finger on the broomstick that would take him back home, he felt weak but an once proud of himself. He had stunned a Death Eater, got him right in the head. Ron didn't know whether they had been chased by Bellatrix and Rodolphus because they thought he was the real Harry Potter or if it was because Tonks was with him.

It was a matter of seconds, leaving him little time to worry about the situation at the Burrow, before the Portkey came hurtling out the blur and catapulted him and Tonks into familiar surroundings. He saw a collection of people standing before the run-down house; all looking frightened, and relieved but not hurt. Tonks landed in a long skid, pebbles flying out around her, she got up and sprinted for Remus who was standing looking rather awkward with his arms open wide. Ron didn't achieve something as graceful as her landing – which was a surprise for the ever clumsy Tonks – he landed hard on his bottom.

It was Hermione who rushed forward to help him, Harry seemed fused to his place just outside the door way. Hermione pulled him to his feet and clamped him in giant hug, pushing all the breath from his lungs. Over her shoulder Ron stared longingly at Harry, who very so often chanced a glance at the sky before coming at a trot over to them. Hermione finally let him go, and Ron could breathe again. Harry pulled him into a hug, his awkwardness and apparent shyness – which puzzled Ron, for Harry was never shy – was gone.

'Are you ok?' Ron asked both of them, after Harry had relinquished his hold on him.

'Fine,' Hermione said, she glanced at Harry who stared back at her, the fire in his eyes intense. 'Fine,' she huffed again. 'I'll go.' She wandered off to listen to Tonks tell them what had happened.

'Voldemort can fly,' Harry said in a rush.

Ron stared at the sudden explosion of words. 'He can – what?'

'He can fly!' Harry said a tinge of annoyance in his voice. The day had obviously been very stressful for him, and them all but Ron thought, crossing his arms there was really no need to get angry. 'He can bloody fly! What the hell?!'

'I think someone's a little jealous?' Ron said trying to be funny and drawing back from Harry a few steps not wanting to get caught in the fire when his anger exploded.

'I am not jealous!' Harry said his voice dangerously high. 'How did he know I was being moved tonight! Someone must have told him, Merlin who?!'

Ron grasped Harry's shoulders, bringing his mouth down on the anger ridden boy's hard. Harry struggled to get away from the kiss, still brimming with anger. The kiss hadn't worked the way Ron intended it too.

'Ow!' Harry yelped, glaring up at Ron. Ron was glad to see that those who still remained outside were either ignoring them or could not hear Harry's shouts. 'That hurt!'

'Sorry,' Ron said grinning gawkily. 'I thought it would calm you down.'

'I can't help getting angry!' Harry groaned. 'I'm sorry, Ron, I … its just frustrating.'

'Yeah,' Ron said, looking back up to the sky. 'But remember, Hermione and I are coming with you when you leave, we won't leave you.'

'Fresh air,' Harry muttered and rose quickly from the table, leaving all those who sat around the table staring at him as he escaped.

Ron glared at them all, and let his fork clatter to his plate. Harry had been on a short fuse all night, and the comments of Ron's father and Remus were not helping to lessen his mood. Also the news of Mad-Eye's death had fallen on them all hard. They were all shocked, and Harry had taken this shock and added it to his anger, making his fuse even shorter. He rose from the table and quickly followed Harry. Hermione had looked as though she was about to rise as well, but then thought better of it and sat back down.

'What's the matter, Harry?' Ron asked. He had never been good at sympathy, but lately he had really been trying to console Harry and comfort him. Ron hoped feverishly that he noticed these attempts.

Harry was standing at the gate, the over grown plants growing tall around him. His hand was pressed to his scar and his eyes were clenched shut. 'Scar hurts,' he muttered.

He came to stand beside Harry, and reached towards the scar. Harry flinched back a little, only used to people wanting to see it and not touch it. Harry moved his hand and allowed Ron to reach down and run his fingers along the scar.

'Ah,' Harry sighed, 'that feels good.' He leaned forward into Ron's soothing fingers; his eyes not clenched shut but closed in content.

Ron jumped in fright as Harry let out a snarl of pain and pushed his hands away from his forehead. His eyes were clamped shut, and his hand had hurtled forward to his scar.

'Harry?' Ron asked, nervously. 'Harry? Bloody hell, Harry!'

Then as soon as it had happened Harry snapped out of it, his knuckles white as he held onto the gate. 'Ron,' he murmured, feeling for Ron's hand with his own. 'Ollivander has been killed by Voldemort, I saw it …'

If it was not for Harry's hand keeping him in place, Ron surely would have fallen over from shock of these words. 'Your scar … but I thought … you aren't supposed … what?'

'I don't know!' Harry said loudly, caressing his scar again. 'Ron, please,' he muttered. 'I know it's not supposed to happen, but I can't help it, I never learnt how to close my mind properly.'

Ron saw that he was massaging his scar with force now. He reached out and grabbed Harry's hand with his free one and pulled it away from his face. 'I'll do it,' he said and softly began to run his fingers along Harry's lighting bolt scar. 'Better?' he asked as Harry leant his weight against him, the shorter boy was shaking.

'A bit, thanks.' Harry was smiling at him.

'Harry?'

'Yeah?'

'Is your scar always this hot?'

'No, only when it hurts.'

Ron drew back his hand, hoping he wasn't making the pain worse.

'No,' Harry said softly. 'It's nearly stopped hurting and it's relaxing having your hand there.' Harry pulled Ron's hand back to his forehead.

Ron smiled glad he was of some use.

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