It Can Happen To Anyone.
G so far but it could change later on
I don't own Harry Potter, or Ron, or anyone in the Harry Potter universe.
If I did, this here story in front of you wouldn't be here, at
Fanfiction.net. It would be in a vellum bound book, with a head-splitting
price tag that millionaires would quake to spend. In other words, it's
useless to sue. Who would be stupid enough to do that anyway?
Fanfiction.net is all about amateur writers writing stories about their
favorite characters in entertainment. Who would wander onto this site and
think, "Hey! These people don't own this stuff! I'm gonna get rich off of
these people! Whoopee!" But anyway. on to the story.

It Could Happen To Anyone.

Deep in the corners of the library of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft
and Wizardry was a boy. Now, to some this wouldn't be so strange. After
all, many young wizards and witches go there to study, or to research. But
to some, the few that know this young man, would find it shocking and odd.
For this boy is well known for his deplorable use of study time, and his
well used procrastination.
And if they made it past the shock, they'd see something even more
peculiar then that. His shoulders are slumped in exhaustion and despair,
and his eyes are haunted and weary. He sits staring at the wall, and they'd
wonder what he was thinking about. For this young man is also known for his
bolstered confidence and how up he always is. The only thing that gets him
down is not being in the limelight and this fatigued character in front of
them is not worried about something so trivial as limelight. So who is he?
And what happened to make him so defeated?
His name is Ron, and this is his story.