Chapter 7: Back To The Friend That Never Judged
Ron watched as Hermione blazed past him. Sighing lightly he sat on a boulder, under his favorite tree that he Harry and Hermione used to be under all the time. Leaning back his hands he gazed over the grounds. The forbidden forest looked inviting compared to how his life was at the moment. He would rather chase werewolves at the moment. Especially if it happened to be Remus. He wished he had someone to talk to. Harry was on Hermione's side, Ginny had come specifically for Hermione, no one else he was best friends with. Just acquaintances. Thinking about it, he realized that other than Harry and Hermione. He hadn't really made friends. Seamus, Neville, Dean. They were all good friends, but nothing like Hermione and Ron. Sitting up he began to think that maybe he had missed out on something. Always breaking rules. Always sneaking and researching things. He never really had time to make more friends. Especially after he started Quidditch, that alone had taken most of his time anyways. The rest was filled with homework, research, and sneaking about. Had he missed something? If he did, could he find it again? Shaking his head he leaned back on the rock. He just wanted to get all thoughts out of his head at the moment. Glancing at the sky as if it was to be filled with fireworks Ron sighed again. Maybe he should try and catch up on what he missed.
Standing up Ron dust himself off lightly and shoving his hands in his pockets he walked towards the castle. He gazed over the grounds. So many memories. How was he to try to forget all of his adventures with Harry and Hermione? They had been there for him through thick and thin and now. Ron was just too stretched out to pick a side on which he resided. He ran his fingers through his hair. The red locks fell over his face.
The sun was beginning to set as Ron glanced around. Something began to reflect in his eyes. Gleaming. It was a gold hoop of the Quidditch Pitch. Sighing Ron caught full sight of the Quidditch pitch. He hadn't been to one in a while. All the ones he had been too were huge and for BIG games. Just not as many people came to house games. He used to live for house games. He always felt that he could just have fun for house games. Now he's paid for it. Not that house games weren't important. Ron could remember playing Quidditch. It seemed like yesterday they were training Ginny. He remembers the school cheers.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He didn't let the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King.
Weasley can save anything,
He never leaves a single Ring,
That's why all the Gryffindors sing,
Weasley is our King.
The best years of his life were spent in the Quidditch Pitch. Ron sighing again found himself in front of the Pitch it's self. Seems like all these memories, brought him back. Smiling for the first time in a while Ron embraced the doors, pushing them open. They had seemed to be heavier when he was Young. Looking around the pitch he smiled. So Many memories. Quidditch was his only relief when he was in school. The arena or hoops never judged him. He always felt that he would be able to succeed as long as he remembered that.
Ron closed his eyes to get the full effect. Nothing had changed. The towers were still he same. It looked as if the hoops hadn't been changed either. Ron walked into the middle of the field. It seemed so much bigger when he was young. Maybe it was just in comparison to the arenas he had played in lately not just a lowly school arena. Just as if he had been hit in the head with a rock, Ron got an idea. Smirking he pulled his fingers to his mouth. Letting out an ear piercing whistle. Bringing his hands back down to his side, his broom came flying down into the arena. Mounting his broom Ron blazed around the arena, weaving in and out of the stands. He flew up to the hoops. Remembering the feeling of playing during the house games. How much everyone loved to go to those things. He could remember Lee Jordan's voice echoing through the stadium. "And its Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me" And McGonagall thinking that she couldn't' be heard. "JORDAN!" "Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest--- and she's ducked Warrington, She's passed Montague, she's---ouch---been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe…. Montague catches the Quaffle…." "---And its' Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for the Goal, He's out of Blunder range with just the Keeper ahead"
That was Ron's first miss. He should have had it. Opening his eyes, he looked around and just in time caught a Quaffle. Studying it, he raised an eyebrow. Looking down he didn't see anyone. Of course it was pitch black. Pulling out his wand he muttered "Lumonus" His wand lit up as he flew down to the ground. Setting the Quaffle down on the ground he began to look around. He didn't see anyone. Sighing he looked behind his. WHAM! Nailed right in the head. Ron fell to his back and listened, hearing a light giggling in the back ground.
"I knew you couldn't be away from Quidditch for long…"Said the voice. It was a girl's voice he could tell.
"What can I say it's in my blood…" Ron said sitting up. He leaned back on the palms of his hands. The voice seemed to be forthcoming; it became sweeter as it approached. The girl was still hidden in the shadow. She walked around to the other side of Ron.
"It's in mine as well, seeing as how we have the same blood" stepping out of the darkness Ron smiled. Ginny. Chuckling lightly he stood up. She had grown so much. Giving her a hug, he found that she really had grown up. Stepping back to take a look at her Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you a Seeker? Not a Chaser"
"What do you expect….I'm mom's ONLY daughter…"
A/N- Sorry for the long time and –Walks around steps off cliff holds on to edge- -gulp- cliffhanger ending but I'm having a brain cramp…