Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)
Duel to the Death with the Vulture!: (object) radio
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Ron didn't know exactly how the radio worked, he was sure his dad did, but it was currently his saving grace while he was horcrux hunting with Harry and Hermione. He didn't know when any of them would be going back to the burrow so the radio was his way of hearing what was going on in the world.
Religiously, he turned to the news the second he woke up to hear if any of his family members made the list. He honestly had no idea what he would do if one of their names was announced.
Nicholas Farrias.
Noelle Andros
"Whew, still safe for now," Ron mumbled to himself.
Denise Brown.
"Wouldn't it be nicer to put some music on?" Hermione suggested gently as the trio ate dinner.
Gregory Haygood.
"No, no," Ron declined with a shake of his head. He unknowingly pulled the radio closer to his body.
He didn't even notice the look on concern that Harry and Hermione shared. What was wrong with listening to the news?
Thomas Cannon
"Who turned off the radio?" He asked aggressively the next morning.
"There's no point in having it on when we're sleeping," Harry answered earnestly; he looked over his shoulder at his best friend across the tent. "It could die."
After thinking for a moment, he nodded. "You're right," he admitted, switching the small radio on. "Are there other stations?"
"Sure, plenty," Harry informed him. "There's music, sports, talk shows."
Ron had no intention of listening to any other station, he just wanted to diffuse the tension. It had been weeks since the trio had been around anyone else and it was making him anxious.
It was when the teens stumbled upon an empty ransacked house that made Ron want to vomit. Vases were destroyed, curtains shredded, he hadn't even looked upstairs!
"I'm going to look around upstairs," the redhead called to his friends, his radio held gingerly in his hand.
Hesitantly, he opened one of the doors to find a bedroom. He could tell it was a young girl judging by the sky blue walls adorned with puffy white clouds with a bed covered by a frilly pink blanket in the middle of the room.
What caught his attention was a radio in one corner of the room; without a second thought, he flicked the machine on and turned the knob.
And in other news, girl group Spice Girls will be starting their tour soon.
Call in and share your opinion on the latest Friends episode.
To his dismay, it was a muggle radio so he had no way of hearing the news. Sighing, he held up his small radio and turned the volume up, he couldn't take any chances.
A few weeks later, he sat in the tent with the radio on as always. To his delight, none of the Weasleys were mentioned.
Alexander Amaro
Ron heard some sudden move outside and frowned.
"Don't, it comforts him," Hermione was saying.
"What's he expecting to hear?" Harry barked in annoyance. "Something good?"
"He's probably hoping he doesn't hear anything bad."
Anger building up inside him, he pushed himself up and stormed into the clearing. He admitted that the trio had been on edge, worn out from roughing it and not finding anything besides the sword of Gryffindor and the locket Hermione was wearing.
"I listen because I don't want to hear mum's name," Ron snarled, advancing upon his best friend. "Or Ginny's." He waved the small radio over at the jet black man. "As if you'd understand, your family's dead."
Those last few words would burn into Ron's mind as he Apparated away, radio and bag in hand.
Nicole Sawhney.
He regretted saying what he said, he truly did.
Christopher Mc-
Blinking, the redhead held up the radio to see it had dead. He shook it lightly, hoping to revive it.
Silence, complete radio silence, exactly what he had been dreading.
"I'm sorry," Ron muttered as he approached Shell Cottage, hoping being with Bill and Fleur would comfort him, deciding to take a break from the news.
He'd rejoin Harry and Hermione when he cooled down.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed.
