Inspired in a peculiar way. Too weird to explain…

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I'm attempting to write a book you see. You, the audience, of course knows this because you are here reading this book, which was once on a piece of parchment and before that had just been a young man's musings. By now, there are many books on Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and now the boy who defeated the dark lord for good. There is indeed, a lot of books about Harry Potter.

I hope to be the first one, to write a book on a man called, Ron Weasley.

Hopefully there will be some intelligent people in the audience who recognize the name, and they remember, "Oh yes he helped defeat the dark lord!," and "He was at Harry's side the whole time!" but most importantly, "Oh, Ron Weasley. Harry Potter's best mate in the whole world."

Ron Weasley is a very loyal friend, one everyone should

"Oi, Harry! What you got there?"

Harry jumped pushing his quill, and paper aside turning sheepishly around to see Ron hovering over him munching on an apple. Harry smiled, "Ron you're eating solid food!" Ron grinned, forgetting his question for the time being. "Yeah! Finally, eh? Those were the bloody longest three months I ever had deal with," Ron groaned taking another bite of the apple.

"Ron, Voldermort practically put your insides on your outsides, I'd be thankful it took ONLY three months to restore things!"

Ron blinked lazily at Harry and then crawled onto a bed behind Harry, "You sound like 'Mione!"

"Hermione has a point."

"She ALWAYS has a point Harry…don't you bloody well know that?" Ron asked mockingly.

"Shut up you dog."

"Dog? Me? Ronald Arthur Weasley? A dog?! How dare you Harry?!" Ron gasped in mock terror, but it was over when he began to cough. Harry shot up on reflex, dropping to his side placing a hand on Ron's side. It took several moments for the coughing to be done, and when it was over Ron placed his hand on Harry's.

"Thanks for ho-holdin' me ribs together mate…last time I coughed I wound up back in that bed huh?" Ron wheezed. Harry offered a frail smile, and Ron flicked Harry's cheek. The dark haired teen cursed angrily, "Ow! Not the bandaged side bugger!" Ron grinned coyly and lied down on the bed. "Three months…not counting the month I was in a coma…and we're still revering form that stupid git! And then…there's some of us that will never recover," Ron said softly Harry looked at him. Harry couldn't see Ron's face, the red head had turned away from him. There was a long pause before Ron continued.

"I mean…Percy…he's never going to walk again…that gets me in a rightful fit of depression if I think too long on it…Snape…that old prune…dares to die savin' my life and leave us. That old crusty…sod. And Luna…God I never thought I'd be relieved someone died…but after what she went through…God. No fingers, no toes…all her hair-lovely thing it was to-cut off. Beaten, cursed, mutilated. It would have taken all the magic in the world and then some to put her back together…God…I'm glad she died. She got to be with Neville then…you know. And she love 'em. Good for Neville…finally getting that creepy woman…"

Ron's voice died down, "So many of us…are gone. And won't recover…it's awful sad eh Harry?" Harry nodded at Ron's soft inquisition, and watched as Ron shifted and sat up to look at him. Ron and Harry stared at each other for a moment, and then Ron smiled.

"Now…let's not mope. Moping isn't something we should do! Especially since…we lost so much, and these people lost so much, and gave so much so that we could all have…a new life. Futures…you know?" Ron scratched his head feeling a little awkward and then he smiled, "I guess, those of us that will recover just better keep on going for those that won't huh?"

Harry nodded, and Ron bent down hugging Harry, "I'll leave you to write love-notes to Ginny. Don't deny it, I know that's what you were doing." Harry laughed at the red head's accusation. But he decided not to deny it, knowing Ron would kill him if he knew that he was actually trying to write a book about the blue eye's teen soon to be man. Ron got up and limped off, "I'm gonna go mess with the terrible Duo again!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "What are you going to do?"

"Well Harry, my dearest ol' pal, I'm going to sit down in front of them, smile slightly, be real quiet like and look sickly."

"So they'll give you pity chocolate frogs again Ronnie?"

"Spot on mate, and don't you call me that!"

Harry chuckled as he was left alone, and then took the parchment back up. He read what he wrote and ripped it up. He pulled out a new parchment and began again.

'I guess, those of us that will recover just better keep on going for those that's won't huh?'

My best friend, just said this to me. It has been a few months since the fall of Vodermort and we both are still on the mend. My best friend, though clumsy, and too tall, loud and sometimes rude, with an appetite that can't be stopped, and some of the loudest snores known to the wizarding world, has just said those words to me which has completely changed to what I was thinking of writing about.

I was considering writing about the sadness I caused my best friend Ronald Arthur Weasley, for being best friend with me, the boy-who-lived…the boy who defeated Voldermort, yes me…Harry Potter, but now I think I'll talk about Ron Weasley. The boy, who without, Harry Potter would be nothing.

Ronald Arthur Weasley.

AKA

Ron

AKA

Ronnie.

Is the best friend any lonely little boy could have met on a train station ever…

3 years later

"No….Harry you didn't…" Ron paled as he looked at a book that had been laid in his lap. Hermione Weasley looked over his shoulder and smiled wide at the book in her husband's lap. "Ron Weasley My best Friend. Written by: Harry Potter…" Hermione read aloud, "A book of what friendship can do for a person." Harry grinned brightly looking at his three best friends. "I published it…every store will have a stock of these books."

Ron paled again, "Harry…mate...I thought you were kidding when you said you were writing a book about me!" Harry smirked looking at Ron, "Well I obviously wasn't was I?" Ron groaned face scarlet, "Oh God…Harry….people are going to start…being weird again!" Harry laughed, "What start paying you more attention then me? Like after the fight with Voldemort…come on Ron you loved that!"

Ron shot his best friend an icy glare, "Harry Potter if a woman wasn't present I'd strike you!"

"Oh, don't let me stop you, I'd love to watch you two roll around in a fight. It's been ages since the last one!" Hermione scoffed the book in hands. Her eyes danced across the page, and she smiled, "Well Harry…you write very well!" Ron glanced at his wife, and then to Harry.

Ron offered a small smile, and Harry returned a large grin.

"Oh Harry…Run…"

"Why do I…oh….oh right."

"Oi…why does Harry need to run what did he…"

"BYE HERMIONE! BYE RON!"

"Look here Ron dear…"

" Well let me…hmm…'AKA Ronnie,'…you…HARRY YOU ARSE! YOU PUT THAT NICKNAME IN THERE! I'LL KILL YOU! HARRY GET BACK HERE!"

End of this one.

I think I'll do Mr. Weasely and Ron next….or who knows.