So, there I was 10 am ready to upload the next chapter only to realize that I made a mistake in my planning and I had to update this chapter first. Unfortunately, I had not yet finishe writting it. Determinant to finish the story by the end of the year (if everything goes to plan I´ll upload the last chapter on boxing day) I sat down to writhe it. Hard to believe but it took me nearly 5 hours to writhe 800 words.

I guess I should have known that this week was not my most productive since it took me 4 hours on Monday to get up from the sofa. As a result, I missed those two lectures I had fixed planned as 'writhing time'. After two hours I felt ready to leave and had even persuaded my mom to drive to the station only to realize (I already had my shoes on at that point) that her car was still parked at said train station. Another hour later my mom didn´t feel like leaving since she had to get dressed for that. During the following hour, she came to the realization that she needed her car to go to work and I was glad that she could help me carry my stuff.

For some reason, I not only failed to achieve my writing goals but also to study for my exam as well. Since I need to pass it in order to go to the lab I should start studying tomorrow (this time I should actually do it). the act that I don´t actually want to step inside a lab again because I´m terribly clumsy and managed to be the only one who had to redo it, doesn't help either.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it.

Father to Son

Ron was sitting outside. His gaze wandered aimlessly over the land. Why was it all so complicated? It hadn´t felt like he was gone for that long. Time moved quickly and the young wizard didn´t quite know what to do with himself.

He lifted a few small stones from the ground and threw them away. He didn´t realize how late it got until his dad returned from work. The older Weasley saw his youngest son sitting outside and sat down next to him. They sat there next to each other for a while in silence.

"I don´t understand it," Ron told his dad.

"What?"

"Everything," the young wizard groaned frustrated. "We haven´t been gone for that long and now everything is so different. And `Mione is angry with me."

"You can´t blame her for that."

"She married Lucius fucking Malfoy! Argg. You´ve been to Hogwarts with him. You hate him!"

"I´m sorry son. If I could turn back time... I wish I hadn´t passed my prejudice and hatred onto you. I didn´t know Lucius was a family man. I only ever saw him as a scheming death eater," the older wizard said.

"Hmpf. He didn´t know it himself," Ron mocked.

After another moment of sitting silently next to each other, the young wizard voiced his thoughts out loud.

"I think they´re actually happy," he said frowning.

"I hope so. For Hermione at least, Merlin knows he doesn't deserve her," Arthur replied holding his fist up high.

There was more that bothered the young red-haired. Was it common that people talked so badly about Hermione?

"It´s almost funny, the very same witches and wizards who looked away when their muggle-born colleagues and friends were prosecuted and terrorized are now complaining very vocally about a member of the golden trio marrying a death eater," Arthur explained.

Unfortunately, Percy, his own son was one of them. He guessed that it was easy to ignore his wife´s involvement with pureblood-supremacists when her wrists weren´t decorated with his mark.

He accioed the edition of the Quibbler which contained the article Luna wrote about the unexpected couple. The by a year younger witch wrote about their union that it was a sign of hope and progress and she also stated that their similarities by far outweigh their differences.

She speculated that their similar experiences were what drove them together. Both of them went through hell and had all control stripped from them at some point. All for their family. Only to find that said family broke apart soon after the war was over.

Reading those words made the young wizard´s chest constrict making it hard to breathe. The war-hero didn´t know why returning home was so much harder than leaving.

"It´s the reverse culture shock," Arthur explained.

Both Charlie and Bill are struggling with it. While Charlie only returns to England when something exciting was happening, Bill decided to settle down there so his parents could watch over the children when both he and Fleur were away on a business trip. On the rare occasion that he did spend an extended period of time in the country, the French Veela made sure to spend as many weekends as possible away, visiting her extended family or on short trips to ease his itchy feet.

While most people have the problem that after an extended period away they have adopted many foreign customs and have developed so much without even noticing that they feel out of place returning home. Ron had the opposite problem. He returned to a world that had changed much without him.

The two of them stared on the ground for a bit.

"When are you bringing Susan over for dinner?" Arthur asked.

"I´m moving in with her," Ron announced.

"It´s that serious?"

"Yeah. I know it´s wired. I don´t think I would have ever thought about her that way id she hadn´t asked me out but once we were alone and talked for a little while, I realized that she was the one for me. I´ve never felt anything like that before... Oh Shit! I´m going to be a father! This is happening all so quickly. I have no idea what to do!"

Arthur placed his hand on Ron´s back.

"It´s all gonna be alright. I felt just the same when we had you."

"Em, dad?" Ron asked confused.

"What? Do you think that just because I already had five children that I was any less worried? I didn´t know how if I manage to bring you up properly and how I was supposed to put enough food on the table. And if Molly still could manage when I have to work more often over time with you guys getting constantly in trouble. And then we had Ginny. There was suddenly a girl and we never had one before and I couldn´t afford to buy her extra clothes..."

"She never minded wearing our old stuff."

"And I´m very grateful for that," the older wizard said.

"I wanna do right to her, Susan, I mean," Ron said.

"I´m very proud of you son."

Arthur stood up and went inside. He returned a couple of minutes later with a small box. He handed it to his son. Ron opened it carefully. Inside was a gold ring with a magnificent purplish tanzanite.

"It´s the very ring your grandfather used to propose to my mom. I want you to have it, Mr. Bones," he said smiling proudly.

Although he had six sons Arthur never felt like passing it on to one of the others. Bill gave Fleur a set of jewelry he found in an Egyptian tomb. He always brings something for her home from his trips. A family tradition both of then enjoy greatly. And Percy, well, the older Weasley had actually no idea how he ended up married to his wife. He suspected that Narcissa decided to get married and picked and paid for a ring herself.

For Ron, it meant the world. Not only was his father understanding and supportive but he also entrusted him with the biggest, and only, family-treasure.