You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home.
You wake up, it's raining and it's Monday
Looks like one of those rough days
Time's up, you're late again, so get out the door
"I get it. You choose him." Hermione was calling him, but he couldn't be bothered anymore.
Sometimes you feel like running
Find a whole new life and jump in
Let go, get up and hit the dance floor
The tumbling, twisting, squish of Apparition was something Ron thought he'd probably never get used to, but he didn't have much time to think about it, because somebody grabbed him around the head. "Hey, HEY! Get off!" he went for his wand, but the other one already had it. "Who're you?" "I'm-I'm Stan. Stan Shunpike." "STAN?" Ron thought miserably to himself, "Of all the people to be, way to go, Ron, real smooth." "I dunno, 'e doesn't look like Stan." "Oh yeah, he kinda does, look at 'is nose." "I don't see it Dan, I'm not sure…" "Oh lookit, look closer." Ron was doing his best not to laugh at the absolute stupidity of them. "Ay, ay stop, OW DAN WHAT THE HELL!" Ron punched one in the stomach, disarmed the one with his own wand, and Disapparated.
But when the lights go down, it's the ending of the show
And you're feeling like you got nowhere to go
Don't you know...
Ron instantly regretted leaving them. "I'm an idiot." He thought, "I am the biggest git in the world."
You can change your hair and you can change your clothes
You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes
You can say goodbye and you can say hello
But you'll always find your way back home
By the time he found their old campsite, they were gone. The only traces they had been there was ash from the campfire. "Damn."
You can change your style, yeah you can change your jeans
You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams
You can laugh and cry but everybody knows
You'll always find your way back home.
It was Christmastime. Early, early Christmas morning, and the damned radio wouldn't get to Potterwatch, and Ron thought he might just kill it. "Bloody radio, damn, damn, radio, piece of shit radio…" he muttered darkly. "Ron…" "What's that?" Ron looked around, he must be going mad, because he'd just heard Hermione say his name. "Remember when he broke his wand..?" There it was again, what the hell was going on…his pocket. Ron realized with a jolt, her voice was coming from his pocket, the Deluminator. "…He had to get a new one." There was her voice again, he was sure of it.
Your best friends
Your little hometown, are waiting up, wherever you go now
You know you can always turn around.
He took it out, stared for a moment, and then clicked it. The lights went out, but another light reappeared outside. It was blue and pulsing, right outside the window. "This is it." He breathed. He grabbed his bag and began packing.
'Cause this world is big and it's crazy
And now you're thinking that maybe
This life is what some people dream about
'Cause when I'm feeling down and all alone
I've always got a place where I can go
'Cause I know
The light was in the garden waiting for him. It began to bob around and he followed until it turned and went inside of him. "Wha—What the hell..?" It was a heat right near his heart, and then he knew what to do. It was so simple. He Disapparated.
Where they know exactly who you are
Back home, where the real you is a superstar
Back home, you know it's never too far away
Let me hear you say
Ron came out on the side of some snowy hill. There was nothing there. "Protective spells." Ron sighed. "They'll have to come out to pack up, anyway." He got out his sleeping bag, and waited. Ron waited all day, but neither of them appeared. He played solitaire, he made snow angels, he stared harder, as if that would help, but it didn't. The sun was setting. They must have left, and he'd missed it. "Stupid!" he mumbled to himself. He pulled out the Deluminator, clicked it, and sure enough the blue light came out and went inside. He knew what to do.
You can change your hair and you can change your clothes
You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes
You can say goodbye and you can say hello
But you'll always find your way back.
He arrived in the woods. Again, he saw nothing. He set up his sleeping bag and prepared for the wait. Something was out in the woods. There was a glow. "They're here!" Ron followed the glow to a patronus. "Harry's stag! It looks a little funny, but it's GOT to be it!" Ron followed the patronus to a pool of water, and he saw Harry, the dope, jumping in wearing the locket. "That locket'll probably kill him!" Ron jumped in after him, grabbed him and pulled him up. "Are—you—MENTAL!" He dangled the Horcrux in front of Harry. "Why the HELL didn't you take this off before you dove in!?"
You can change your hair and you can change your clothes
You can change your mind that's just the way it goes
You can say goodbye and you can say hello
You'll always find your way back home.
Ron tried to give the sword to Harry, and was quite surprised when Harry shook his head, and said "No, you should do it." "Me?" Ron breathed, "Why?" "Because you got the sword out of the pool. I think it's supposed to be you."
You can change your style, yeah you can change your jeans
You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams
You can laugh and cry but everybody knows
You'll always find your way back home
"About the best you could hope for, I think." Harry said quietly after they had explained everything to Hermione, and she had hit Ron repeatedly. "Yeah, could have been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?" "I still haven't ruled it out." She said, her voice muffled by blankets, but could have sworn that it had sounded like she was smiling.
