AN: It's over... It's done... Loneliness is finished. I think. Anyway, here y'all go. Sorry it's been so long. Keep in mind that I don't have children... unless you count my cats. Which pretty much live with my mom... So my maternal instincts are nil. Review read... although I think that you have become disenchanted with the story line seeing as the semi-sequel only got 3 review... *pouts* Happy reading!
Molly stared down at her son. She didn't want to wake Ron up, he clearly needed some rest, but the two of them needed to begin working out their problems. She lightly shook his shoulder and said, "Ron, sweetheart, I need to talk to you."
Ron sat up slowly. He rubbed his eyes and thought, `I can finally sleep and everyone keeps waking me up.' Then it registered in his mind exactly who was waking him up. "Mum? You're still here?"
Molly sat down on the bed. "I talked to Minerva, Professor McGonagall, and then Percy. I wanted to see how you were." She hadn't been sure exactly how to approach him, the family had gone through something similar to this with Percy but the ordeal had almost been over with before the family had found out. Oliver had dealt with it all on his own. She had always thought highly of the Quidditch player but she was more grateful than ever now that she had some inkling as to what he'd gone through.
"Ron, I realize that we haven't always seen eye to eye but I want you to know that I love you. I do not think that you have known that at times." She sighed. "I think that it may be mostly my fault."
Ron made a move to interrupt his mother. He didn't want her to feel guilty. "Ronald, let me finish. If I don't say this now it may never get said. As I was saying, I'm not sure I knew how different each of my children were. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George and even Ginny were so such happy, easygoing children that I didn't realize that Percy and you were not the same way. The two of you were a little more serious. More was expected out of you than the other children. Percy ,because he has always been the over achiever that he is, has always expected more of himself that is almost human possible. You had more expected out of you because you were part of the forces against Voldermort. You think that people don't realize what you and Hermione did to help Harry, but they do. I think that after your father became Minister I was wanted to make up for all those years that we were poor. I wanted people to see that the Weasleys weren't charity cases. That put more pressure on you."
"I put too much in appearances. Mostly though, the reason that I put as much pressure on you as I did was because I thought that is was the only way to reach you full potential. I didn't think that your `obsession' with chess was healthy. You were the one that was the most adamant that you didn't want to be poor, wouldn't even acknowledge that we were poor." Molly started to wipe at the tears that were beginning to run down her face. This was even harder than she had thought.
Ron realized that his mother was a little to choked up to go on. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. "This is my fault too. I didn't want to admit to anyone that I had any problems. I was always a little to proud for my own good. I didn't exactly want to walk up to someone, even Harry, and ask why my mother liked him more than she liked me. That's how I felt. I couldn't understand why you would ignore me whenever he was around. That the only times you seemed to notice I was there was to yell at me. I was your son but you didn't seem to love me... you needed to give some one else that love. Someone that wasn't your son... because you hated me."
He sniffled a little. "It wasn't really logical. In my head I knew that you couldn't hate me... you don't really hate anyone. In my heart though I just knew that that was the only reason that you could treat me the way that you did. You never worried about me the same way that you did Harry. I know that he grew up with those... people but you never seemed to care what happened to me."
Molly pulled Ron completely into her arms as he began to out and out sob. She started to rub his back. "Shh, Ron..." She looked up to see Harry standing the doorway. She smiled at him, and then nodded. There was nothing more that they could do for now. Both of them needed to think about what was said.
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of Ron. He gently pulled the redhead out of his mother arms. Molly stood up and said, "Ron, I need to go now but you will be home in few days and we'll talk then, ok."
Ron nodded and she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you. Ron, can I borrow Harry for a minute?" Not waiting for an answer, she took the black haired boy by the collar and drug him out of the room. She waited for the door to shut before she turned to him and said, "Harry Potter, I don't care if I love you like a son, you hurt my baby boy and I will break you."
Then she smiled and kissed his cheek, "Don't forget to eat well." With a wave of her hand, she walked down the hallway.
Harry stood there blinking. He shook his head and walked back in the room. Ron was sitting on the bed scrubbing at his eyes.
"Ron, dinner is in an hour. Want to get dressed and go down to eat? Everyone is going to be wondering where you were today. And Hermione was worried. You don't have to eat much, just a little."
Ron nodded and slid out of bed. He walked over to Harry and hugged him. He sighed and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Can we go to the common room now and play a game of chess?"
Harry tilted up Ron's head and kissed him. "Sure. You get dressed and we'll go down."
"Think that they'll make me wear the uniform? I don't think that they'll notice." Harry smiled. Things weren't ok now, and they wouldn't be for a while but with everyone behind Ron he would be ok, someday.
THE END
Molly stared down at her son. She didn't want to wake Ron up, he clearly needed some rest, but the two of them needed to begin working out their problems. She lightly shook his shoulder and said, "Ron, sweetheart, I need to talk to you."
Ron sat up slowly. He rubbed his eyes and thought, `I can finally sleep and everyone keeps waking me up.' Then it registered in his mind exactly who was waking him up. "Mum? You're still here?"
Molly sat down on the bed. "I talked to Minerva, Professor McGonagall, and then Percy. I wanted to see how you were." She hadn't been sure exactly how to approach him, the family had gone through something similar to this with Percy but the ordeal had almost been over with before the family had found out. Oliver had dealt with it all on his own. She had always thought highly of the Quidditch player but she was more grateful than ever now that she had some inkling as to what he'd gone through.
"Ron, I realize that we haven't always seen eye to eye but I want you to know that I love you. I do not think that you have known that at times." She sighed. "I think that it may be mostly my fault."
Ron made a move to interrupt his mother. He didn't want her to feel guilty. "Ronald, let me finish. If I don't say this now it may never get said. As I was saying, I'm not sure I knew how different each of my children were. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George and even Ginny were so such happy, easygoing children that I didn't realize that Percy and you were not the same way. The two of you were a little more serious. More was expected out of you than the other children. Percy ,because he has always been the over achiever that he is, has always expected more of himself that is almost human possible. You had more expected out of you because you were part of the forces against Voldermort. You think that people don't realize what you and Hermione did to help Harry, but they do. I think that after your father became Minister I was wanted to make up for all those years that we were poor. I wanted people to see that the Weasleys weren't charity cases. That put more pressure on you."
"I put too much in appearances. Mostly though, the reason that I put as much pressure on you as I did was because I thought that is was the only way to reach you full potential. I didn't think that your `obsession' with chess was healthy. You were the one that was the most adamant that you didn't want to be poor, wouldn't even acknowledge that we were poor." Molly started to wipe at the tears that were beginning to run down her face. This was even harder than she had thought.
Ron realized that his mother was a little to choked up to go on. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. "This is my fault too. I didn't want to admit to anyone that I had any problems. I was always a little to proud for my own good. I didn't exactly want to walk up to someone, even Harry, and ask why my mother liked him more than she liked me. That's how I felt. I couldn't understand why you would ignore me whenever he was around. That the only times you seemed to notice I was there was to yell at me. I was your son but you didn't seem to love me... you needed to give some one else that love. Someone that wasn't your son... because you hated me."
He sniffled a little. "It wasn't really logical. In my head I knew that you couldn't hate me... you don't really hate anyone. In my heart though I just knew that that was the only reason that you could treat me the way that you did. You never worried about me the same way that you did Harry. I know that he grew up with those... people but you never seemed to care what happened to me."
Molly pulled Ron completely into her arms as he began to out and out sob. She started to rub his back. "Shh, Ron..." She looked up to see Harry standing the doorway. She smiled at him, and then nodded. There was nothing more that they could do for now. Both of them needed to think about what was said.
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of Ron. He gently pulled the redhead out of his mother arms. Molly stood up and said, "Ron, I need to go now but you will be home in few days and we'll talk then, ok."
Ron nodded and she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you. Ron, can I borrow Harry for a minute?" Not waiting for an answer, she took the black haired boy by the collar and drug him out of the room. She waited for the door to shut before she turned to him and said, "Harry Potter, I don't care if I love you like a son, you hurt my baby boy and I will break you."
Then she smiled and kissed his cheek, "Don't forget to eat well." With a wave of her hand, she walked down the hallway.
Harry stood there blinking. He shook his head and walked back in the room. Ron was sitting on the bed scrubbing at his eyes.
"Ron, dinner is in an hour. Want to get dressed and go down to eat? Everyone is going to be wondering where you were today. And Hermione was worried. You don't have to eat much, just a little."
Ron nodded and slid out of bed. He walked over to Harry and hugged him. He sighed and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Can we go to the common room now and play a game of chess?"
Harry tilted up Ron's head and kissed him. "Sure. You get dressed and we'll go down."
"Think that they'll make me wear the uniform? I don't think that they'll notice." Harry smiled. Things weren't ok now, and they wouldn't be for a while but with everyone behind Ron he would be ok, someday.
THE END