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Oh My God. It's the last chapter. I can't believe I've got to the end of his fanfic and I hope you think it's quite good! Enjoy reading it.
Merry Christmas, Ron
"Sirius? Hello, can you hear me? I want to live again, please?" There was silence in the dark room. "Please, Sirius. Come back to me. I changed my mind!"
Ron's heart dropped. He wasn't going to be born again. "No!" he screamed, "No! I wish I was alive again. I don't want to be dead! I want to see my friends and family again! I want to be part of their lives! Noooooooooo!"
"Ron? RON!" shouted a voice, "wake up, mate!"
Ron opened his eyes blearily. Harry's concerned face swam into view.
"What are you doing on the floor, silly? Are you OK?" pestered Harry,
"You can see me Harry?" gasped Ron, barely comprehending,
"Yes," said a puzzled Harry, "Come on! It's Christmas Day! Time for presents!"
"I'm alive," whispered Ron, barely believing it, "I'M ALIVE! I'VE BEEN BORN!"
"What are you on about, Ron?" said Harry, "Did you have too much Butterbeer last night?"
"No!" exclaimed Ron, "I was feeling really bad last night and I wished upon the star of Sirius to never be born and Sirius came…"
"Sirius came?" croaked Harry,
"Yes!" said Ron, "And he said he couldn't grant such a powerful wish unless I was one hundred per cent sure!"
"You spoke to Sirius," said Harry, going white,
"Yes, but he was sort of like a ghost or a memory! We both were! You see Sirius took me to see what would have happened in all our years at Hogwarts if I hadn't been there! And then he showed me my family and you and Hermione celebrating Christmas without me!" said Ron,
"Are you telling the truth?" asked Harry, hoarsely,
"Yes! It's unbelievable, isn't it? I'll go into details later! Oh, I'm so happy to be alive!" Ron cried, and bounced off the floor, where he was laying and gave Harry a bear hug.
"Erm thanks, Ron," said Harry, "did…did Sirius say anything about me?"
"When we were watching you, he seemed so proud of you," said Ron, quietly, "And he considered you his son,"
"Oh," whispered Harry, "Thanks Ron,"
"It's OK," said Ron, stretching, "Say, I'm sure Hermione is waiting for us and it's time to open pressies!"
"Alright!" grinned Harry, "Oh speak of the devil!"
Hermione came bouncing into their dormitory, fully dressed and carrying a large stack of brightly wrapped presents.
"Why is it," she complained, "that you two are always in bed when I come in on Christmas morning?" Her eyes twinkled.
"It's cause we love you coming in and seeing us in our pajamas!" laughed Ron, jumping up and giving Hermione a hug, "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas," chorused Harry and Hermione,
"Come on then. It's present time. Dig in!" yelled Ron, who was in very high spirits.
The trio spent the morning relaxing and playing Wizards Chess. After a huge lunch of turkey, potatoes, vegetables, Christmas pudding and not forgetting the wizard crackers, they returned to the Gryffindor common room, where surprisingly, Fred and George sat waiting.
"Finally, our dear brother returns from stuffing his face!" announced Fred,
"Fred, George! What are you two doing here?" asked Ron,
"We sought permission from Dumbledore to spend Christmas afternoon with our darling brother and sister!" explained George,
"And he agreed so we decided to have a little party," finished Fred, smiling triumphantly.
"We were hoping that you hadn't drunk all the Butterbeer, we helped Harry smuggle in yesterday," said George,
"Nope," said Harry, "There's over half left. I hid a bit and not all of it was drunk!"
"Excellent," said Fred, rubbing his hands together, "Aha, here's Ginny now!"
Ginny struggled through the portrait hole with her arms full of deflated balloons and wizard crackers. "I got as many as I could carry!" she puffed.
"Thanks," said Fred. He waved his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. Immediately, all the balloons inflated and a third attached themselves to walls and the remaining scattered around the floor. The wizard crackers piled themselves up on a spare table and with a loud clink, many bottles of Butterbeer arrived standing neatly on another spare table. With another quick mutter under George's breath, Christmas music began to play.
"Everybody dance!" hollered Fred, grabbing George and starting to dance manically.
Laughing, Ron pulled Hermione and Harry onto the dance floor (a space emptied of chairs) and they joined in with the dancing. They were then joined by Ginny and soon after by the other eight or so Gryffindors that had stayed over the holiday. The air was full of shrieks and laughter as everybody enjoyed themselves. Everybody drank a lot of Butterbeer and by the end of the evening, some were looking decidedly woozy. Nobody noticed when Ron pulled Hermione away from the party and up into the dormitory.
"What's up?" smiled Hermione,
"I just wanted to ask you something…" stuttered Ron,
"Well go ahead,"
"Erm, Hermione. I'll understand if you say no but… will you go out with me?" asked Ron, flushing.
Hermione stared at him in amazement. Then she started beaming and accepted his offer. "I was wondering how long it would take you!" she giggled.
Ron flushed again but grinned. "Shall we go back down then?" he asked,
"Yes, lets." Hermione held out her hand and Ron took it. Together they walked down the stairs and into the common room. As soon as they reached the bottom, they were bombarded with cat calls and whistles as everybody noticed their clutched hands.
"About flaming time!" boomed Fred, over the noise. "Come on, let's celebrate! Merry Christmas!"
Everybody congratulated Ron and Hermione and soon they returned to their partying. Ron stood at the side watching everybody. He smiled again. "I am so glad that I'd been born. Imagine a world without a Ronald Weasley!"
The End
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