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Ronald Billus Weasley was having a very bad morning. His latest girlfriend had left him two nights ago and he still hadn't recovered from it. His mother was angry that he had not attended a family gathering yesterday and the prophet had just reported that the 3 Death Eaters he had arrested last week had been set free. This was a bad morning indeed. Ron had decided that he might as well return to bed and give this day up as a bad job when, suddenly, he heard a faint 'pop'. The noise had originated from the living room, and Ron decided to investigate.
Standing on the clean crème-colored rug was a fairly windswept and red Harry.
"Hey, mate!" said the raven-haired, bespeckled man. "What are you up to? Not still moping around about Lacey are you?"
"Not really. I just really thought she liked me and then 'poof' she's gone! "What do I owe the pleasure of your company?" said Ron.
"You know how I wanted to ask Ginny to marry me? Well, I did it! Last night after dinner. She said yes and then ran off to show me the wedding plans she had already drawn up. Crazy, huh?" Harry said in bewilderment. "Well, she scheduled it for next month and since you're my best mate and all, I was wondering if you'd be the best man?"
"Does that mean I have to give a speech?"
"Well, only a little one. Just say something nice." Harry then did a pitiful attempt at what was suppose to be a puppy-dog look.
Ron laughed. "I'll do it! But, you owe me one!"
"'Course, mate. Could you be at the Burrow for all the wedding stuff in about a week? I know you have plenty of vacation time left. Apparently, your mum wants everyone really important in the wedding there very early. Women!"
"Women." Ron agreed.
"Thanks a lot; it means the world to me. See you in a week! Adios!"
"Bye then." With that, Harry turned on the spot and disappeared with a 'pop'.
Ron strode across the room to a nearby door. Opening it revealed a breathtaking circular room. The wall was a deep maroon color, and a hardwood floor spoke of exceptional taste. He had long ago stopped hating the color maroon he rather liked it now. A desk stood in the middle of the room, topped in rolls and rolls of parchment. A small table stood next to the desk, holding an owl cage and a food and water tray. The cage had a small owl inside of it, fast asleep. The open window near the top of the office was explained immediately. Behind the desk were two plain file cabinets, one labeled 'Work' and the other 'Home'. Bookshelves lined the room, in a deep mahogany color. In the bookshelves were tons and tons of books, ranging from a very beaten copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)' by Miranda Goshawk, to a very large new book entitled 'The Downfall of Lord Voldemort – Battling Evil Today' by R.B. Weasley.
Ron had written a book. All the while he, Harry and Hermione had fought Lord Voldemort, he had written down what happened in a journal. A few years after the final battle, Ron had decided to write a book so that everyone could understand what had happened to Lord Voldemort. The novel detailed the search for horcruxes, what different Death Eaters had done to them, and the final battle. It also included a personal look into Ron's life in those years, as well as what spells are most effective when battling the dark arts. It had been an immediate success, selling over 2 million copies its first week. The reviews covered the papers raving about how 'exquisite and exciting' the book was. According to one such review, 'Weasley's work is fantastic; it actually transports the reader into a teenager's world threatened by the most evil wizard of our time. It's amazing how true and honest he is, while still capturing the audience.' The reviews went on and on about how great it was.
Ron particularly liked the prologue, telling of his life at Hogwarts with his best friends. It had been the most fun to write. His section on the D.A. had brought back many a happy memory. However, toward the end of the book he had left out his personal feelings. It was too painful to write about his relationship with Hermione. In fact, the whole final battle chapter didn't mention her until the very last part. The part that had saved the order. If he would have written the whole truth about it, it would have been very different…
Ron screamed in agony. One of the Death Eaters that was firing curses everywhere had hit him with 'Crucio'. The pain was intense, but it would subside in a minute. When it finally did, Ron stood up and found the closest Death Eater to battle against.
Curses and jinxes were thick upon the air. Making the field light up brilliantly. To a common muggle, it would have looked like a fireworks show. Ron hit the one he was battling with a well-placed 'Impedimenta' and suddenly stopped.
Across the plain, Harry stood about 20 feet from Lord Voldemort. Voldemort opened his mouth and with his wand pointed at Harry and bellowed into the suddenly still and silent night 'Avada Kedavra!'
Ron had a fleeting moment of panic, and then knew what he had to do. Time seemed to slow into a near dead stop as he ran as fast as he could at Harry. He could see Hermione and Ginny doing the same as him. Harry outstretched his hands as the three made their way through the amazed Order members and Death Eaters alike.
As soon as he could he flung himself at Harry and in one hand grasped one of Harry's, and the other connected with Hermione. His instinct told him what to do next.
Love.
So, that is exactly what he did. He let his love for everyone in the small circle take over him. Firstly, Ginny, his little sister. Ginny was a representation of the entire Weasley family. His family was all that he had before Hogwarts. As poor as his parents were, they made up for it in loving their family. Not a day passed at home where his mother wouldn't give him a hug and his father was always more than willing to help him. As annoying as his brothers and Ginny could be, Ron loved them too. Any Weasley would willingly sacrifice themselves for another.
Ron loved Harry, too. As weird as it sounded to him to say, he did. Love also encompassed friendships, and if Harry wasn't Ron's friend, he didn't know what a friend was. Ever since he sat by him on the Hogwarts Express, he had someone to confide in, someone to help him and someone to help in return. Even though they had their differences and fair share of fights, they had become nearly inseparable in the last 7 years.
Lastly, but certainly not least was Hermione. Even her name was intoxicating. He certainly loved her. Everything about her was just plain amazing. The way her eyes got wide with excitement and triumph when she mastered something new. The way her curls bounced when she walked. Even how she got so tense and angry when she yelled at him. From his first day at Hogwarts, she made him unfocused and dizzy. He couldn't do his first real spell correctly because her scent made his brain go fuzzy. He loved her, in more than a friend way. He wanted to be able to live his entire life with her, to grow old with her at his side, to have a clan of Weasley children with her, to support her until his dying day. He was her everything.
All the love he could possibly contain filled him up as the green jet of light raced closer. Then, just inches from Harry's face, the curse stopped. It had come to a halt. Then it started to make a smaller circle inside the four people holding hands. It spun faster and faster, making the light brighter as it changed from green to gold. Suddenly, the now golden beam shot out of the circle and raced at Voldemort. It hit him straight in the chest. For a moment, Voldemort looked baffled, as though nothing had happened to him. A grin spread across his face, he opened his mouth as though to laugh, but he stopped. He fell to the ground, and screamed in agony. Even Ron could tell that he was having all the horrible things he had done flash before his eyes, the collected pain of his victims fell upon him in one moment. Then he stopped moving, his wand fell out of his now useless fingers. Lord Voldemort had died. After months of hard work and pain, they had defeated their foe.
All around them the hypnotized people came to. Some Death Eaters escaped, but the majority were rounded up by Order members and Aurors. The four in the middle of the battle scene were oblivious to the commotion around them.
Ron had let go of Harry's hand and turned to Hermione. He grabbed her other hand and gazed into her eyes. She stared back. She then collapsed into his arms and he whispered words of comfort into her ears.
Ron sat down at the desk and found a scrap of clean parchment. He wrote on it a letter to his boss that he would be taking the next month off for 'personal reasons' and would like to use his vacation time. He rolled it up, sealed it with a tap of his wand and got up. He poked Pig with the tip of his wand to wake up the tiny owl.
"Take this to Varian, and no staying in the building to show off either!" Ron told the small creature. Pig hooted shrilly, clamped the parchment in his beak, and took off through the open window.
Ron closed his eyes, deciding that he really did need some more sleep. Especially if he was going to be dealing with Hermione in the coming month. With that thought, he left his office and went to his bedroom.
A/N: Just so everyone knows, the italics are not in the book Ron wrote. It is what really happened. Sorry it was long, but it was necessary for the plot. Oh, and on a personal note, that isn't what I think will happen in Deathly Hallows, it just made the storyline better. Now, my readers, please review!