Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Four
Danny Boy
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Ron ran into his grandfather's home, soaked to the bone from the rain, and breathless from running so far. Ron looked around.
"Grandpa? Grandfather, are you here?" Ron asked hopefully.
No answer.
Ron started to feel a bit relieved; maybe he was at the station now, waiting for Ron.
Ron gasped as he walked into the living room. Head bent over, sitting in his armchair, was his grandfather. He was extremely still.
"No, please… please don't let him be dead!" Ron whispered desperately.
Ron walked over to his grandfather. "Grandpa? Grandpa, are you all right?" Ron asked softly as he gave his grandfather a shake.
Ron jumped back at the touch. His grandfather was freezing. "Grandpa, wake up… Please wake up grandpa! You said you'd always be here when I need you, and now I need you to wake up! Please wake up! Please, Grandpa, wake up!" Ron sobbed as he shook his Grandpa roughly, knowing his Grandfather was dead.
Ron fell to the ground hugging his knees and crying into his arms. He needed to write his parents, but he couldn't control himself right now. He couldn't do anything but cry.
"Did you see my daughter Ginny, isn't she adorable?" Molly Weasley asked her cousin Priscilla.
"Oh, she's just precious! You finally have a girl! How old is she? She's too adorable!" Priscilla said picking up the little redheaded girl.
"She just turned four, and I must tell you after six boys, she's definitely a blessing!" Molly said.
"How are your boys doing?" Priscilla asked.
"Mum! Mummy!" Ron whined tugging on his mother's dress for attention. They were at a family reunion, with lots of family members, none his age, and that scared him. He wanted his mother's comfort.
"Ron, if you're going to act like this the whole time, go stay with your father." Molly said.
"But-" Ron cried.
"Go." Molly said, her tone carrying a warning.
Ron made his way across the room passing his brothers, who were all being admired, and over to his father who was drinking with his uncles.
"Dad, daddy!" Ron said.
"Ron, why aren't you with your mum?" Arthur asked.
"She said stay with you." Ron said.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Go back to your mother." Arthur said.
"But-" Ron cried.
"Now…" Arthur said looking at Ron warningly.
Ron sighed and started to turn to go back to his mum. He looked back at his dad, but his dad had already turned his back, uncaringly.
Ron didn't know what to do. If he went back to his mum, she'd be mad at him, and she'd probably bring him over to his dad, and they'd fight, and they'd blame him for embarrassing each other at a big reunion. Ron thought a few minutes. Perhaps, he'd try Percy's plan. When he had asked Percy only the other day, he had suggested that if Ron had really wanted to stay out of trouble, he'd stay out of everybody's way. That's what Ron would do, and that's what Ron had done ten years ago.
"Hey son." A man twice his father's age said shaking him awake where he was sitting.
"Hello." Ron said rubbing his eyes awake and looking around. Besides an older lady about this man's age, and a witch in her young thirties cleaning up, nobody else was there. "Oh no! My parents left me!" Ron said heartbroken.
"Which one of my children had you?" The old man asked.
Ron scrunched his face up with confusion.
"What are your parents' names?" The old man asked.
"Arthur and Molly." Ron said anxiously looking around.
"So that would make me your Grandfather." The old man said. "I'm your dad's dad."
"I can't believe they left me." Ron said sadly.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sure you're parents didn't mean to leave you." The old woman said kindly.
"I don't know. Maybe they're mad at me, because I broke that plate, but I didn't think they knew about it yet." Ron said.
"Whose responsible for him?" The old woman asked.
"Arthur, but I'm surprised Molly forgot him." The old man said.
"Oh so you're another grandson of ours, are you? Which one might you be?" The old woman asked.
"Ron." Ron said dejectedly.
"Well, Ron, didn't your mum ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" The old woman claiming to be his grandmother asked.
"Yes, but he started talking to me first, and he said I was his grandson, and I believe him, because this was a family party, and because my mum and dad left without me." Ron said.
"So what are you good at Ron? I mean your brothers seem to have gifts for one thing or another, what about you?" Grandfather asked.
"The only thing I'm good at is getting in trouble." Ron said with a shrug.
"You look a lot like your father." Grandmother said.
"No I don't, he's a grown up and I'm little, and I have hair, and he doesn't have a lot." Ron said insistently.
His grandparents laughed.
"Aren't you bold?" Grandmother asked.
"No, I said I have hair, my dad is kind of bald though." Ron said.
Grandfather clutched his stomach as he laughed.
"It's getting kind of late, do you want us to bring you home?" Grandmother asked.
"I'm not even supposed to be talking to strangers, and now you want me to leave with you?" Ron asked.
"Are you calling us strange?" Grandmother asked.
"No, I'll go with you." Ron said.
They took Floo Powder to the burrow.
"Arthur, Molly!" Grandfather called.
Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, and Percy came running down the stairs.
"You forgot Ron at our, 'family party.' He's something else all right." Grandfather said.
"Oh thank heaven, I had one drink too many, I counted seven redheads going through the fire. I'm so sorry. Thank Merlin you were there!" Molly cried picking up her son.
"Of course we were there, we'll always be here for our grandchildren! And speaking of them, I'd like to have him spend a weekend over our house, if you don't mind." Grandfather said.
"He can be quite a handful." Arthur said.
"Yes, well we were there for this handful, when you forgot him… We can be there for this handful anytime he needs us, and that's a promise." Grandfather said.
Ron got up to his feet shakily. His grandfather had lied to him, he had left him, and he needed him now! Ron wiped his face dry, but the tears kept coming. Ron punched the wall around the fireplace out of pain. He sobbed as his knuckles bled. He could feel them stinging, but it was a dull pain compared to the pain in his heart.
Ron made his way into the kitchen and picked up a quill and grabbed a bottle of ink. He grabbed a scroll of parchment from his bag and wrote home.
Dear mum,
Grandfather's dead… I don't know what to do… Please help… Come as soon as possible, please! I don't know what to do! - Ron
"Ron? Ron, are you here?" Arthur asked. Ron's dad was there. He had sent his Grandfather's owl with the letter hours ago, and it was now two o'clock in the morning. Grandfather's owl must've known how important it was that his parents get the letter, because his father was here at two o'clock in the morning. Pig had been off delivering replies to letters he received on the train ride, but Pig wouldn't have known how important it was anyway.
"Dad?" Ron asked throatily from the kitchen. He didn't get up from the floor in the corner, where he had been sitting and waiting. He had been too scared to look back in the other room.
"Ron?" Arthur asked. He entered the kitchen, Molly just behind him.
"I'm sorry dad." Ron sobbed.
"Its all right, it was his time… Are you all right?" Arthur asked with concern.
"No, he promised me he'd always be here for me, and he's dead!" Ron sobbed into his arms. "And I can't stop crying!"
Arthur pulled his son up into a hug. "He's always going to be here for you, always! He may not be with you physically, but that doesn't stop him from being there. And it's all right to cry, Ron." Arthur said hugging his son tightly looking to his wife for help.
"Sweetheart, why don't you come home?" Molly asked.
"No, this was my home." Ron cried.
"Ron, we know this was your home, but we'll find another home for you. Just help us pack your things and bring them to the burrow for now." Arthur said.
"No." Ron sobbed.
"Do you want to stay here?" Arthur asked his son.
"I can't!" Ron cried.
Molly embraced him.
"Let's go get your things then." Arthur said.
"But…" Ron cried. "But what about…"
"I'll take care of everything, just please don't make your mum hunt down everything you own." Arthur said.
"All of my stuff is at school. I only have my bag, and that's near the table, and then there's my chess set, but that's…" Ron covered his face with his hands and cried.
"I'll get it." Arthur whispered.
Mrs. Weasley collected Ron's school supplies, while Mr. Weasley walked into the living room. Mr. Weasley handed Ron his chessboard and chess pieces and Ron took his bag from his mum.
"I just need you to take Floo powder home, all right?" Arthur asked.
Ron nodded as tears streamed down his face. "Are you going to be all right?" Ron asked.
"I'll be fine. Your mum's going to stay with me for a bit, but Percy will be waiting for you at home, all right?" Arthur asked.
Ron nodded and hugged his dad, before he walked in to the living room. He hugged his mum as well. Then he took a pinch of Floo powder looked back at his Grandfather and before tears could fall down his face, Ron threw the powder into the fire and cried, "The Burrow" before being taken home.
"How is he?" Arthur asked Percy.
"He's heartbroken, numb, deadened, but right now he's sleeping. How are you?" Percy asked.
"I'm all right." Arthur said.
"Are you sure?" Percy asked.
"I'm all right." Arthur said smiling sadly.
"Percy, thank you so much for taking care of him." Molly said.
"Mum, all I did was show him to his room. I tried talking to him, but all he did was cry, or tried not to, and then he slept. He damaged his knuckles a bit though, not here, but I wrapped them up anyway. He appreciated it." Percy said softly.
"I'm sure he did. Thank you Percy." Molly said kissing Percy's cheek.
Ron awoke with a headache at noon.
"How are you feeling?" Molly asked brushing her youngest son's hair back with her fingers.
"Terrible." Ron said remembering everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Ron covered his face with his hands.
"Percy brought your stuff home from the Cork school." Molly said.
"What? Why?" Ron asked.
"Sweetheart, you could only go to that school, because Grandfather had custody of you and lived in that area." Molly explained gently.
"So I can't go back to Cork?" Ron asked disbelievingly as tears formed in his eyes.
"No, but your aunt Erin, she lives in County Mayo, Ireland. She has a few boys your age, and they attend the Ballycastle School." Molly said.
Ron rolled over, turning away from her. "Do I have to go to this school?" Ron asked.
"Your aunt Erin wants you to come stay with her, and if you want to stay in Ireland, then yes. It will be just like the Cork School. You were apprehensive about going there, and you seemed to enjoy it while you were there." Molly said.
"All right." Ron sighed.
"After the funeral, you're going to be leaving with Erin, all right?" Arthur asked Ron who barely touched his breakfast.
Ron nodded miserably.
"I promise you, you'll have a wonderful time at Erin's and at that school. We'll have to drag you home for the holidays, that's how much you'll like it." Arthur said.
Ron just shrugged.
Arthur sighed. "I have to go. I'll see you at the funeral." Arthur said. He kissed his youngest son before leaving the room looking for his wife.
There were two pops outside the kitchen door, and the doorknob turned opening the door, and Bill and Charlie, Ron's eldest brothers entered the burrow.
"Hey Ron!" Bill said.
"How are you doing?" Charlie asked hugging his younger brother.
Ron didn't respond. He just shrugged in misery. Instantly Bill and Charlie realized how bad their little brother was hurting.
Charlie sat down wrapping an arm around his little brother's back much to Ron's annoyance. He didn't want to be touched or talked to right now.
"The object of the game of eating is to put the food on your fork, raise the fork to your mouth and actually chew and swallow the food. You seem to have trouble putting the food on the fork." Charlie teased, trying to cheer Ron up.
"You used to be able to do that when you were three, now you're fifteen, and wow, where does the time go?" Bill asked, amazed that his brother was fifteen.
"Well, not in Ron's mouth, because not even food's going in there." Charlie joked.
Ron put his fork down and left the table.
"We now say goodbye to Patrick Weasley, a beloved husband, father, and grandfather, and more importantly a great wizard. May he rest in peace."
As they lowered the coffin in the ground, Ron felt lost and scared, and he looked down as tears filled his eyes. He was the only child, or the only student, at the funeral. His sister, brothers, and cousins all were at school, but he was here saying his final goodbye to his Grandfather.