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// Authors note: Thanks for the reviews. And just for you to know, I really appreciated it, each one of them. And now, some useful information: I'm going with the theory that the trio was born in 1980, soooo just make the math.

// Summary : As the war doesn't seem to be anywhere near it's end, hope has long been lost, and Ron thinks back at the only memories that can keep him going. (7th year fic) (OotP Spoilers)

Something to keep us going

By Wine

Beginning

# Summer of 1996 #

It was finally summer. Not that was such a difference between it and the last couple of weeks.

My family and I had just arrived at home and the mood there was not at all an improvement. The sadness in everybody's eyes just got to me. Even my mom, who always made a rack about everything, wouldn't say a word. Not even to the twins that somehow and surprisingly had lost some of the mischief in their eyes.

I walked slowly towards my room, not really caring that it was almost time for supper. I had eaten some sweets in the train, and even knowing I wasn't fulfilled, that would do until my stomach decided to make a call.

I lied in my bed with my eyes closed and started remembering the feeling of that last days at Hogwarts. My arms still hurt from that stupid brain attack. My head still twirled every time I tried to reminiscent what really happened. I was just so useless.

How could I be the one who was just so stupid to get lost in that damn department? How could I be the one who had just not done a thing to try and help my friends when they most needed me? How could I be the one feeling all this sadness when I wasn't the one who had really lost someone?

I felt sorry for Harry. Not for the first time, but I did feel sorry. For he who had such an unfair life. For he who had lost so many at such young age. For he who deserved so much more than he had.

But then I felt angry again. For not being able to be there for him when he needed. For not believing in him in fourth year. For feeling envious… Oh, yes, for feeling jealous too. I just couldn't deny it anymore. We had all grown up so much in such a little space of time.

Someone knocked. I just muttered a "Come in", and my father entered slowly, as if looking for a reason to go back.

"Hello son, I was just wondering if we could talk for a minute." He said a little apprehensive.

"Okay" I answered as if already knowing what he wanted to talk about.

"Well, you see, son. I know you must think I may be too old to understand what is really passing trough your mind right now. I may not be able read your thoughts, but I can clearly see that you are worried". Here he made a pause, as if looking for the right words. I was sitting now, careful to appear as if that talk wasn't brothering me. But it was. It brought to many real things for me to cope. And I didn't know if I could.

"Actually, we are all worried. The world has changed much from the days we could all just sit in the backyard in a hot day to talk about meanless thing. The world has changed. We all have. And, unfortunally, that means we'll have to take some… drastic measures."

'Drastic measures? What the hell is he talking about?' I thought while my eyes showed clearly that was not the talk I was expecting. What about the "are you well son?" or even a "how are you feeling". My temper was rising and it was becoming difficult to pay attention to what he was saying.

"Dumbledore has contacted us, and it seems like it's no longer safe for us to stay here. We'll be leaving to the Order's headquarters tomorrow in the morning. And before you ask" He said knowing I was about to make a remark. "Harry and Hermione will be there too. They might arrive there not long after us". He was looking at me expectantly, as if waiting for a reaction.

"Do we have a choice?" I asked quite nastily, even knowing the answer. I really wasn't very keen on leaving my house after a single day of stay.

"No" He said then while looking torn between something. He sighed and said softly. "Ron, you know your mother and I just want the best for you and the kids. We are really… worried about you and we don't really have a choice. We can't stay here. There are Death Eaters around, son. More than we expected. And we can't just take the risk of staying here and having one of you hurt or… worse."

His eyes were wet with tears that couldn't fall. I understood what he meant. I knew him. He was my father. He was supposed to be always right. And, at that moment, I knew he was.

"I understand, dad" I said patting on the back. I still couldn't do more than that. "We'll be fine. We all will. I'll go pack the rest of my things, since I hadn't yet unpacked that trunk. Good thing I didn't, unh? Or else I would be domed while trying to put all that junk inside again".

He chuckled at my attempt to lighten the mood. He stood up and I realized I hadn't seen he sitting down.

"Your mother said the supper won't take long. If I were you I would go down now. The twins look like they are starving. I'll be waiting for you." He said while opening the door.

"I'm coming. I'll just do as I said. It won't take long." He just smiled and closed the door behind him. I sat in my bed again and just thought how this upcoming war was already affecting us.

I stood up, grabbed some things in my closet, threw it on the bottom of my bed and just looked out of the window admiring the view. I had always loved how, from here, I could see most of the land of Ottery St. Catchpole. A view that I probably wouldn't see this summer.

The next day we would be heading to Grimmald Place. And I just didn't know if would be back. Ever.

// Authors note: For those who thought that was just not-like Mr. Weasley, just remember he was too worried about everything, and that he had a lot on his mind. The next chapter might take a little bit longer, since my tests begin Saturday, but I'll try to finish it this weekend. I just hope you all enjoyed this one, and if you want, take your time to review.