A/N: I divided this prompt word into 2 chapter this time because I made an 8 drabbles series out of this one, while the other was just a single, stand alone. I thought this formate would just be easier to follow.

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Scraps (Ink)

Harry opened his old school trunk, rummaged inside for a moment, then pulled out a box and set it beside him. He smiled bitter-sweetly as he opened the lid to reveal dozens of little scraps of torn parchment filled with Ron's knobbly hand writing, which never really improved much with his age.

Little notes Ron had always called them.

And they really were little things. Harry'd never seen anyone who could pack so much onto such a tiny scrap of paper.

Scraps were all he had left now, and Harry prayed that Ron's little notes could provide a big miracle.
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Harrry sorted through the scraps until he found the first little note Ron had written to him. They had only been eleven, so what was written on the paper had been, at the time, of no great importance, but it was the first time anyone at school — Wizard or Muggle — had ever slipped Harry a friendly note.

That meant so much to him that he'd kept it, unwilling to let go of the warm feeling it gave him.

Ron, as it turned out, was a compulsive little note writer, and Harry joyfully received and kept all of Ron's notes from first and second year.

It didn't seem silly to him at the time, or maybe something that a girl would do, and something most boys wouldn't. Harry was just so thankful to have a friend that he could share notes with that it somehow seemed ungrateful not to keep all of them.

By far the most memorable note Ron wrote to him from second year was also the shortest.

Ron wrote little notes for everything, but particularly when he didn't know how to say something face to face. He has a tendency to tie his tongue in terrific knots, but on a scrap of parchment, he can get across his emotions in only a few precious words.

In third year, when we all learned Scabbers' true identity, Ron harbored such guilt, until he, once again, finally tuned to a scrap a parchment and some ink.

Fourth and Fifth years were tumultuous for both Ron and Harry. In Fourth year they'd had their big fight, and in Fifth year, Harry fought with everybody.

Harry grimaced now to think that he had gotten so few little notes from Ron during those two years. But the notes he had gotten were perfectly timed and, as always, cut to the heart of the matter.

I'm sorry., and Can I help? came from Fourth year.

Why do you always scream at me, now? Thank you for saving Dad! and, Anytime you wanna talk, mate, I'm here., came from Fifth year.
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Harry got a lot of little notes from Ron during Sixth year, it wasn't until after they began their Horcrux hunt that he finally understood why. At the time, he thought Ron was trying to make up for all of the notes he hadn't sent in their Fourth and Fifth years.

Harry knew, now, that Ron had been using those scraps of parchment to try to get his attention focused back on him rather than on Ginny. Harry should've known when he only got one little note about being with Ginny.

Hermione had pestered Ron about ripping up scraps of parchment, but Harry was glad he never lost his habit for little notes, even though none of them were able to go back to Hogwarts for a Seventh year.

Harry couldn't carry his trunk with him, but he still collected and kept those little notes in his knap sack. It was during this time that he noticed Ron began signing his notes differently — before, where he'd sign his name, or sometimes no name at all, he now signed,

Love, Ron

Harry's heart always beats harder when he reads those words.
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Harry carried a box full of special little notes Ron had written to him into Ron's hospital room. Ron was peacefully sleeping. He slept a lot ever since the accident with the Ravenclaw horcrux, but sometimes, when he awoke, he remembered scraps of small, little things from his past.

The healers said sometimes the smallest things could trigger the biggest memories.

Harry gently shook Ron awake.

"Huh? Oh, it's you. Where's everyone else?"

"No one else today, Ron. Just me. I wanted to show you something."

Ron glanced into the box and grinned a bit. "They look like little notes."