Letter to Me

Ron Weasley

When Ronald Weasley got his letter from Hogwarts that he had written to himself so many years ago he was at work, sitting in his office looking at pictures of his glory days. The owl tapped on the window and the moment it dropped the yellowing parchment envelope on his desk he knew what it was, he tore it open eagerly to find out what he had written all those years ago.

Dear me (blimey that sounds weird),

So Dumbledore said the whole point of this letter was to talk about what we want from life, to be honest I just want life. Harry's my best mate and I'd do pretty much anything for him, but I don't want to die in this war. So that's the first thing I want, to be alive to read this letter. I've not really thought about what I actually want to do after Hogwarts, I suppose I've been too focused on everything else that goes on here rather than what I'm studying but I'm not brainy enough to become an Auror and I reckon by the time the wars over I'll have had enough of fighting. I like Quidditch and I'm good at it, when I'm not a bloody nervous wreck that is, my dream since I was a kid is to be the keeper for the Chudley Cannons. That would be amazing, the perfect job really.

Everyone seems to know what they want to write in these letters, from what I can see Hermione's written about 4 bloody pages so far. Harry is the only one biting his quill like me, I don't really like thinking this far ahead, I find it better to take each day as it comes, I'm not any good at planning.

I guess I'd like something to happen between Hermione and me, well...maybe, I mean, I don't even know if I like her that way, she's been my friend for years and really can a friendship that good change into a romance? I dunno, maybe, she probably doesn't want anything to do with me after that whole Lavender business.

What I'm basically saying in this letter is that I don't know what I want or where I think I'll be in the future, apart from alive obviously. I think Harry has a thing for my sister, he's been acting weird lately around me and Hermione and theres no way he likes Hermione, he knows I like her, well kind of like her that is (because I haven't actually said I do yet). Merlin, I didn't think being a teenager would be so complicated – hah! – there, that is what I'm looking forward too, not being a teenager with all these girls and their weird hormones acting all crazy around me all the time!

Yours sincerely younger you,

Ronald Weasley

Ron sniggered to himself as he folded the letter and placed it on his desk, he leant back in his chair and looked around at the pictures on the wall, he felt a bit like Gilderoy Lockhart as he took them all in. 3 of the 4 walls of the office were filled with pictures of himself, almost every one was signed and his face was grinning out of them all.

Ron sighed as he looked at the photos of himself holding so many cups, three times they'd won when he was with the Chudley Cannons, and 2 when he was with the Wimbourne Wasps and then there was that one, the biggest photo of them all, taking up a whole wall, Ron holding the Quidditch World Cup, he'd been on the winning team when England had won for the first time in years. It had been amazing, the best feeling in the world, so he had achieved what he wanted in that sense.

These pictures really were of his glory days, now he was just a correspondent for the Prophet with his own column. It wasn't a bad life, he could write whatever he wanted about Quidditch, he got free tickets to amazing games and a VIP backstage pass into what went on before and after the match. It was just nothing compared to how it had been though before he had been forced to stop playing.

He had taken a bad fall off of his broom and spent 3 months in a coma in St. Mungo's, when he had woken up he was told he had suffered serious injuries to his back and he was advised that playing Quidditch again would kill him. He loved it, the game was amazing and the rush he felt when he was doing well and they were winning and the crowd were chanting his name was the best feeling in the world. He wasn't stupid enough to risk his life just to play though, so he took the medical advice, and that was it, out of the professional game forever. It had taken a year for him to recover properly and after that he took this column job up, it was good because he had his office here in the Ministry, but he could work from home too.

He missed Quidditch like crazy, but he still played casual games every so often with Harry and the kids at Christmas and in the summer sometimes. Ron had to remind himself sometimes that getting put out of the professional game was good in one sense, he had more time to spend with his Wife and children. When he played professionally he could be gone for months at a time and that wasn't fair to them.

He and Hermione hadn't worked out as his younger self had hoped in that incredibly naïve letter. The war had changed too much, and Hermione had gone down a completely different path. They were still close, but not so much as they had been before. He and Harry were still good friends, they couldn't be anything but great friends for the rest of their lives after all they had faced together in the war, and Ron had survived, just as he had hoped he would in his letter.

In the end he had married Luna which was something he could never had predicted, especially not then as a naïve teenager. Luna had always confused and bemused him, and he had always been rather taken by her, despite her odd ways. They had grown closer after the war and Ron wouldn't change a thing, because now they had two beautiful boys who he was incredibly proud of.

He couldn't play professional Quidditch anymore, but Ron still loved to play Quidditch with his children. They loved it as much as he did and Luna loved to watch them play in the paddock by their little country cottage.

Ron smiled as he thought about it, he supposed all things considered it was a pretty good life that he lived, and he was grateful and thankful that things had turned out the way that they had.

The End (of Ron's story)

Next: Pansy's story :)