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Ron lay on his comfortable double bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling of his bedroom as he imagined the life he wished he could've lived if only Hermione had stayed with him, a life full of romance and adventure, just how it used to be in the times that Voldemort was around. He had gone down to the library many times and sat with Hermione whilst she studied for end of year exams which were months away, even when she returned for her final year, Ginny had barely ever spoke of her. The most she might've said about her is that she was fine, just fine, never mentioned whether she asked about him but then again Ron never asked Ginny to speak to her and it's not as if he sent any letters via owl to her. If only they would've been able to live long and full lives together, but of course, yet again, the muggle world and education came first and Hermione had left Ron and the Wizarding World entirely behind her.
It was all over now, he hadn't got the girl and he hadn't spoke to his supposedly best friend in years, instead he was left with being his brothers right hand man in his joke shop. It wasn't ever supposed to have ended like this, everyone was going to live happily after the downfall of Voldemort and yet he barely spoke to the rest of his family and who knows what life Harry had made for himself.
It was probably a great one, he always got what Ron wanted, whether it be the bravery or the loyalty or the remembrance, it was always Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord, no mention of anyone else who had taken part, no mention of the lives that we're lost along the way and Ron hated him for it. His family no longer spoke to him either he was just, as his father had put it, another Percy, I don't think anyone ever thought they'd see the day that Ron Weasley had turned into Percy Weasley. How did that ever come about? Well, as you probably already know Percy had chosen the Ministry over his family and Ron had found that he, himself had chosen to defend Harry over his family too.
The divition of his family was all down to Harry, it had been a horrible argument between Ron and his father and believe or not, at this point Ron was still defending Harry, can you believe it? His father was outraged at the Daily Prophet and how they had fail to recognise everyone's help in the downfall of Voldemort, he said Harry was probably loving all the fame and was most likely getting a large sum of money out of it too. Ron, however, defended Harry and said that he would never be so greedy to take all the fame and fortune for himself, he knows who helped and Ron was so sure that Harry would correct the Daily Prophet's error. Not long after he had stormed out with a suitcase full of clothes and his wand and broomstick and flown off unsure of where to go, days and months past and everyday Ron would read every single detail of that newspaper for any sign of recognition but none was to be found. Luckily, George had felt sorry for him and since he had a spare vacancy was willing to give him a place to stay in return for being his shop partner.
Ron was thankful and probably will be for a long time to come, but it did become annoying when Angelina Johnson moved in, they would constantly be together, her and George. Gazing lovingly into one another eyes, wrapping them arms around each other like blankets, Ron hated to admit but he had grown jealous of his older brother. The brother who was kicked out of his final year of Hogwarts because of a practical joke, but ever since Fred had died, George had become a very compassionate sort of guy and Ron recognised the change in him.
Ron clambered out of bed and stood in the middle of his messy bedroom, he hadn't got changed the night before, he barely ever changed at night, he didn't see the point of it. So he pulled off his grungy old sweater as well as the top underneath and put a fresh, clean t-shirt on instead, not forgetting his to replace his old jeans with some new ones as well. As Ron raised his head from his clothes he caught sight of a sharp spark coming from outside, no likely George showing off to his 'beloved Angelina' again. Ron grabbed his old trainers and shoved them on over his socks that were covered in holes, after all their was no more mum to darn them for him. All of sudden, Ron stopped everything he was doing as he heard George shout up the stairs to him.
"Ron, someone's at the door for you," he shouted, Ron reacted with wide eyes and raced down the stairs, he never got visitors anymore. No one cared about him except for George of course, no one gave him a second glance, so for a visitor to come for him was a great shock.
He gathered himself together before calmly walking into the living room where George had welcomed the visitor in, sitting on the patchwork sofa was a face he had seen before but not in a long time. He was a tall and rather chubby man, he made the sofa bend in the middle from his gigantic weight, he turned when he heard Ron at the doorway of the living room and smiled the most friendly smile. In his light blue eyes were tears, not tears of sadness but tears of joy, he still had the same scraggly hair and beard and it still got in his face but it was a kind and caring face all the same. Ron was so overwhelmed he couldn't help but just run to the man and wrap his arms around him like he was twelve years old again.