A/N: I know I haven't updated in FOREVER but don't hate me, I have horrible writer's block. So I came across this while cleaning my computer and I couldn't believe I hadn't posted this...hopefully you like. I don't own it, never will, JK is the writer and owner to the whole shabang.

Warning: Dark Ronald Weasley ahead...

The Day the Weasley Lost a Son

Ron stood in the hallway for the Burrow, listening to his mother harp on Harry. She always did that: telling him how wonderful he was, how brilliant he was, and how she loved him like she birthed him herself. He couldn't stand it; it didn't matter that he didn't have parents or that Ron had parents that loved him. Maybe Harry didn't deserve to have a parent that was probably the reason they're gone, he mused, so why does he think he can take mine?

One sunny afternoon, Ron walked by the Burrow's kitchen feeling kind of hungry, but suddenly lost his appetite as he heard, "Hey Ron, do you want to help me eat this cake your mother baked me? It's so big; I don't think I can finish it on my own," Harry said as he stuck his head outside the kitchen door. Ron didn't respond walked upstairs to his room. "Hey, Ron! Ron..." Ron really didn't care that Harry kept calling his name, but felt some weird satisfaction in making Harry call his name and recieve no response.

When he reached the landing, he was confronted by Harry's belongings; trunks, socks, pants, and even underwear were strewn around the room.

Nothing felt like it was his anymore to Ron; nothing felt like he owned it. He didn't own much, but Harry always owned more.

Not even his other best friend, Hermione, belonged to him anymore; Harry and Hermione started to date and now he had to share her with him, too.

Pushing off a pair of Harry's pants, he laid on his bed. Beginning to dose off, Ron began to fantasize about a world without Harry Potter, a world were he was just Ronald Billus Weasley, not Harry Potter's best friend.

Waking up after a fairly pleasant nap, Ron walked downstairs to dinner. All of Weasley were sitting in a comfortable silence when Mrs. Weasley came in with a cake with Congrats Harry blazoned across the face.

Mr Weasley stood up with some important papers in his hand, "On this day, from now on and for eternity, Harry James Potter, is the adopted son of Arthur Ronald Weasley and Molly Minerva Weasley. Welcome to the family, son." Arthur began to pull Harry into a hug when Ron snapped.
Ron couldn't believe it; Harry couldn't leave one damn thing to him. Why can't he ever stop one-upping me; he can't ever let me he win, he mused, the bastard.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE; I DON'T WANT YOU IN THIS FAMILY! YOU HAVE FUCKING EVERYTHING" Mrs. Weasley gasped at Ron's language, "YOU TAKE THE GIRL I WANTED, YOU'RE FAMOUS, YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE MORE MONEY THAN ME; WHY THE FUCK DO YOU WANT MY FAMILY? IT'S THE ONLY THING I HAVE, BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE IT." Ron lunged across the table for Harry's throat; it took the entire family to pull him off. A large storm began brewing outside; thunderous and pouring unlike the light spring showers that normally occurred.

"Ron…I don't know what to say…"Harry began.

Molly began to cry, with great heaving sobs; instead of pushing Ron to a halt, her tears only urged on his tirade.

"You don't have to say anything, I've wanted to leave the family ever since Harry met my parents in fact I don't have parents anymore. I don't have a family anymore. I hope you have a good life with your replacement Ron." He stormed out of the house into the pouring the rain. He knew he shouldn't have left like that, but he had to. Once he left the Burrow, he could never look back.

This is the story of the day the Weasleys Lost their Son