A/N: Similar to Ron Weasley and the Daily Prophet, this is light on plot and heavy on gush. Silly but good fun. I hope someone enjoys. Inspired by a Tumblr post. Which I hope is okay. The post is here
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or Ron Weasley. Darn), and I make no profit.
Chapter One
It didn't happen all at once.
And it took a long time before any of them noticed it had happened at all.
Unsurprisingly, Hermione was the one who figured it out first.
Harry found it hilarious. (So did George. George also found it profitable.)
Hermione found it infuriating and threatened more canaries.
Ron just found it bewildering.
After the war, the three of them had been in demand for ages. Interview after interview. Article after article. Memorial speech after memorial speech.
Harry had been reluctant at first, hating the spotlight, but knowing it was needed. Once he got going, he waxed eloquent on his goals for a better, fairer, kinder, more just wizarding world. He talked a lot about the triumph of love over hate. There were always a few hecklers, but mostly he spoke to cheers and applause.
Hermione's speeches were always rooted in logic. Sensible. Wise. Hard to refute, because she never lacked data to support her points. Her applause was perhaps less enthusiastic than Harry's, but her words were received with politeness and consideration.
Ron was never any good at any of it. He cracked stupid jokes during his speeches. He forgot that he wasn't supposed to swear in interviews. He didn't care much about coddling wizards who'd been on the wrong side of the war, so he was blunt and forceful in his opinions. Sometimes, much to his mother's chagrin, he was crass. Truthfully, he figured that soon enough, they'd stop asking him and stick with Harry and Hermione.
For some reason, it didn't happen that way.
Time passed. Harry became a successful Auror. Hermione moved up the ranks of the ministry. Ron did a stint with the Aurors, decided it wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and joined George at the shop.
The articles and interviews and speeches became fewer and farther between. Life slowly returned to something resembling normal.
And Ron received his first fan letter. He figured it was a fluke, wrote backing thanking the young witch for her sweet words, and went on with his life.
But more letters followed. Weird. Oh, well, Harry and Hermione probably got them too. People got funny about so-called heroes. No big deal.
It was the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts that really drove the point home.
Harry gave his usual talk about the power of love.
Hermione did her usual bit with charts and timetables and handouts for further reading.
Ron stumbled through the notes Hermione had given him, lost his place and swore twice, told a story that really had nothing to do with anything but made the audience laugh, and finished with "Go Cannons!"
The audience not only clapped but hooted and hollered and cheered. Cameras flashed.
And Ron found himself on the cover of the next issue of Witch Weekly.
And his fan mail increased twentyfold.
And he learned that Harry and Hermione didn't actually get fan mail at all.
And George decided Wheezes could cash in on Ron's popularity.
And life only got crazier from there.