Hey y'all here is the third and final shot in this series. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP
Ron:
Ron sighed as he sat down at a table at George's joke shop. He couldn't wait to go home and see his beautiful wife and children, but first he had to help George close up. Standing he moved towards the cash register, seeing what was left to do for the night.
"Hey George!"
"Yeah Ron?"
"What is left to do for tonight?"
Walking out of the back store room George looked to his brother.
"I think that's all done actually. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Night George."
"Night Ronniekins."
Smiling at his brother George watched as Ron left the store, happy that Ron had decided to come and help him at the store. Exiting the store Ron, started to head towards the Leaky to floo home, when he accidentally bumped into someone. Grabbing their arms to steady them, Ron immediately began to apologize.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"No it's fine."
Finally the stranger looked up and the red head was able to see who he ran into he was surprised to see that it was a girl no older than fifteen. Her blonde hair came over her face, obscuring one of her blue eyes from his view. He didn't need to see both eyes to tell that she had recognized him and that she had seen the scars on his arms. Looking up at him with a mix of awe and disgust he couldn't help but wish to be anywhere but there. Letting go of her arms Ron took a step back and tried to go around the young girl. He was unsuccessful.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley?"
Turning, he looked back at the girl.
"Yes?"
"Can I have an autograph?"
Letting out a quiet sigh, he turned to fully face the young woman.
"Sure, do you have something you want signed?"
Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he saw as she pulled out a piece of paper from her bag. Handing it to him, he could tell that she was trying not to touch or look at his scars. Taking the paper from her, he quickly scrawled his name, before handing it back to her. Turning he continued his trek to the Leaky, when she called out to him.
"Mr. Weasley?"
Heaving another quiet sigh, he turned back to face the blonde teen.
"Yes?"
"How did you get those ugly scars on your arms?"
Stunned Ron stared at the girl, he couldn't believe she had asked him the question. Course he was expecting people to ask about them, but he didn't think people would be brazen enough to call them ugly. He looked the girl in the eyes and decided he just wanted to go home.
"They're battle scars from the war. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home."
"Oh okay, bye Mr. Weasely!"
Nodding and waving to the girl, he walked to the Leaky. Walking into the pub, he breathed a sigh of relief, he was all most home. Looking over at the counter he saw his friend and old room mate standing behind the counter. Walking over to his friend, he sat down on a stool and waited till his friend was able to talk.
"Hey Ron, I figured you be at home by now."
"Oh, I want to but after the encounter I just had, I figured I needed a few minutes before heading home to Mione and the kids."
"What happened?"
"I was heading here to use the floo, since I don't like to apparate, and I bumped into a young a girl. I apologized and I could tell that she recognized me, I could also tell that she saw the scars on my arms."
He held up his arms for Neville to see before putting them back down.
"Anyway, so I started to head here again, when she called my name. I turned around and asked her what she wanted. She wanted an autograph. So I gave her one and then she asked how I got these 'ugly scars' on my arms."
"Really? She asked you that and called them ugly?"
"Oh yeah."
"Wow, what did you say?"
"I told her that they were scars from the war and left."
"Now do you want something to drink or are you going to go home to your wife?"
"I am going to go home to my beautiful wife, after you tell me if you are ready to be teaching Teddy come September?"
"It'll be different that's for sure. So what about you, is it still weird to be recognized after all these years, with people still wanting your autograph?"
"Somewhat, I figured it would die down after eleven years. Oh well, now I must get home before Mione sends out a search party."
Laughing, Neville waved to his friend and got back to work. Ron walked over to the fireplace, before taking some floo powder, and throwing it in. Stepping in, he couldn't wait to see his family.
"WEASLEY HOME!"
Stepping out into his living room, he was ambushed by two little pairs of arms, belonging to his two children. Bending down, he picked each up in his arms and walked into the kitchen where he could hear his wife making dinner. Walking into the kitchen he kissed each of his children on the head, before putting them down on the ground. He walked up behind his wife, he placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. He placed his chin on her shoulder and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Hello love."
"Hi. How was your day?"
"It was good, till the end."
Releasing his wife, he moved over and leaned against the counter. Confused Hermione looked over at her husband, and raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?"
"Anything you want me to do?"
"Two things, one don't change the subject and two will you set the table?"
"Sure love."
Moving over Ron grabbed the plates and silverware and began placing the objects on the table. As he moved he began to tell Hermione about what happened with the girl on his way home. He could tell that she was getting annoyed, by what the teen had asked him. Quietly walking over he grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her close.
"Calm down love."
"Why should I? That girl was incredibly rude. Why are you not more angry about this?"
Pulling away, he turned her to face him.
"Why am I not more angry? It's because I know that I helped make a difference. I helped that girl be able to go to Hogwarts, and for other students. Sure the scars are weird looking, but that doesn't mean that I'm proud of them. I'm proud of them because it means that I helped rid the world of Voldemort. That is why I'm not very angry, because sure she called them ugly, but who cares."
Smiling Hermione leaned up and kissed her husband, before looking him in the eyes.
"When did you become so wise?"
"It was slow, but I think it was when I met you, on the Hogwarts Express before our first year, after you told me that I had dirt on my nose."
Laughing Hermione turned back around and began to grab their food to bring to the table. Sitting down with his family Ron couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. Looking down at his arms, he could care less that they had scars from the brains. He was just glad that he had helped Harry rid the world of Voldemort, so that everyone could go to Hogwarts.
Hey y'all here is the last chapter for this. I hope you like it! The ending didn't go as i had originally planned it but oh well. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think please.