His Other Girl
Ron expected Charlie to be Victoire's godfather. He knew that Charlie and Bill were the closest growing up, almost as attached as Fred and George had been in their youth. So when his niece was born, he expected Charlie to be called into the room first.
But Bill called in Ron.
Sitting on the bed as he entered the brightly lit hospital room, in her tired mother's arms was a small, freckled, strawberry blonde little girl, that looked so much like Ginny it almost hurt Ron's heart to see. He stared at the baby for so long that, for the first time since he was 16 years old, he had lost all awareness of the world around him.
Ron looked up to his older brother as he realized he had been asked a question.
'wuzzit?' he asked
'Ron. will you be her godfather?' bill repeated, bemused.
'over Charlie?' Ron questioned.
'Over everyone.' Fleur tells him. 'nobody protects those he loves, those who need protecting, more than you. We trust nobody, more than we trust you, to look after her, to love her, to spoil her. Ron, please, say yes.'
Tears streaming down his face, Ron can't say yes, but he can nod enthusiastically and smile down at the second most important girl in his life, promising her everything he had promised the bushy haired brunette on the other side of the door. to love her, and protect her, and cherish her, and make sure that she is happy for the rest of his life.
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