A/N: This one started out as a single drabble, but pple were angry at Harry and all but demanded that I take out some kind of revenge on him. I thought revenge was going a bit far, but decided he could stand to learn a lesson about watching what he says.

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The Silence of Thunder (storm)

"Just come back inside. You're fucking soaked."

Ron shook his head.

Harry huffed. "Fine! Stay out here, then -- get struck by lightning! I'm going in."

Harry slammed the backdoor and Ron sighed deeply. Pounding rain chilled him as he thought of all the black clouds that had settled over him today: the paperwork he had fucked up; the downgrading by his boss; the fight with Harry.

It seemed appropriate, now, that an actual storm should unleash such fury on him.

Ron knew the storm would eventually pass. But right now, being struck by lightning, didn't really seem so bad.

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When Lightning Strikes (storm)

The backdoor slammed shut behind Harry. If Ron wanted to be a stubborn arse -- fine!

So Ron had had a bad day, who the hell didn't once in a while? What made him think he was so special that he could just sit outside and pout about it? Well, let him get rained on, then! Let him get --

A giant bolt of lightning rent the sky, and thunder shook the house so hard that the pictures rattled on the walls. Harry quickly turned to look out the window.

Ron was laying, unconscious, on the ground, his body smoking.

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Tide's Turn (storm)

"ROOOOOOOOOOOON! NOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Harry screamed.

Ron immediately awoke and jumped up from the sofa, where he'd intended on spending the night.

He ran into their bedroom and shook Harry awake. "Harry, it's okay. It was only a dream."

Harry clung to him, pulling him down so they lay close together. Ron had figured he wasn't welcome in their bedroom tonight, perhaps he'd been wrong.

"I didn't mean it," Harry said, still clutching Ron tightly. "I didn't mean it!"

"It's okay, love." Ron wasn't sure what it was Harry hadn't meant, but he knew that Harry'd had a storm of his own.