Summary: Mrs. Weasley watches her youngest son through the window as a storm brews outside.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, blah blah blah.
I heard the door open and close and I turned around. My youngest son stared blankly at me, then out the window as he heard the rolling thunder only miles away.
"My room is clean," he said quietly.
"Alright, then you can go. Come back inside if it gets too close."
Ron walked out the door and into the pouring rain outside.
Some people call it unhealthy. Some people say I shouldn't let him, but I do. They don't know him. All my other children were frightened of storms and Ron could sit by the window watching the rain pour against it and the lightning flash. The thunder could lull him to sleep at night, it never woke him up when he was a baby, it was more like a lullaby to him. He wouldn't run and hide under the covers like Ginny or Percy had done when they were toddlers, if he heard it he was right at a window, praying for the storm to come closer, or to last forever.
During the war a storm brewed. On that night he was able to remain calm, unlike everyone else fighting.
I stood at the window and saw him sitting on the barn roof, on the part that wasn't so steep. Ron always got as close as he could, as high in the sky as he could, as though he were praying that one day he could get struck by lightning. Just for the experience, he once said when he was little that he wondered what it felt like. I replied saying that I hoped he never found out.
"Mum," a voice came.
I turned around and saw Ginny staring at me, I stared back.
"Yes, Dear?" I finally asked.
"You do know that the storm is getting closer."
"I know."
She paused, then said,
"Can I go out, too?"
I sighed and stared outside. Ron was still looking up. Then I said,
"Alright."
Ginny had never gone to the roof with Ron before. Sometimes she asked, then never did. But this time she did. I watched closely. Ginny did climb up the ladder that was always leaning against the barn. Ron looked over and said something, she replied with fewer words. Then Ron held out his arm and she grabbed his hand and walked the rest of the way over with his help. She sat close, looking frightened. A rather loud clap out thunder rolled across the sky and she flinched.
Ron never flinched.
He pulled Ginny tighter against him and she buried her face into his shoulder. I watched the chemistry between the two, something I hadn't done forever. Ginny was almost as tall as he was, but just smaller. Her hair was slightly duller than his, a little more brown colored. Ron's features were rougher than hers, which were very smooth. Ginny's eyes were brown and Ron's were blue, Ginny had less freckles on her face and Ron just had more. He just had more everything.
I watched them. Ginny lifted her face after flinching the next time thunder crashed in the sky. Ron stroked her hair and said something and she nodded. They waited a moment or two, then Ron said something again and they both stood.
Minutes later they walked back into the Burrow, rain soaked. I smiled and conjured two towels. They dried off and headed back up the stairs.
"If I had a nickel..."
"If you had a nickel what?"
"Well...then I would have a nickel, now wouldn't I?"
IT'S ALMOST MY BIRTHDAY! The 28th is my birthday and I'm so excited! I'm gonna be 14! Yay!