I will get to Ron. But like I warned before, if you don't like Ron or Ginny or both, don't read.
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Clint didn't know what had happened, but he was injured. His right arm burned with his injury. And needed help. He stumbled through a forest, before falling onto a tree.
Smelling smoke, Clint turned his head to his left finding a fire pit and a young woman sitting Indian style with her back to the tent behind her. Moving a little, Clint not so gracefully fell forward landing face first on in the grass, Hawkeye winced as he felt he couldn't move.
The young woman gasped and jumped, instantly turning in that direction. She slowly stood up and pulling out her wand and holding it at the ready. She slowly and hesitantly moved towards a body.
Hawkeye slowly looked up, seeing the woman slowly kneel down, he tried to speak but soon fainted.
Hermione quickly turns towards the tent. "Harry!" She shouts. "Harry!" She turns back to the man who had passed out.
The tent flap quickly moves as Harry hurries out. "What?!" He hurries over to her. "What's … the … emergency?" He slowly asks as he comes closer and sees the passed out man. "Please tell me."-
"I don't think he's a Death Eater." Hermione cut him off.
Harry blinks. "You think he's a muggle?"
Hermione patted the man down, searching for pockets. "He has to be. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to enter through the protection seal." She leans back. "He needs help."
"If we take him in, we're taking a risk."
Hermione looked up at him. "I know." She nods. "I don't think he's dangerous to us."
Harry considered. "Ok." He bends down. "Let's get him into the tent. But if he attacks us."-
"I'll take the hit."
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Inside the Weasley household, Ron sat lazily on the couch, a remote in hand as he channel surfs the TV.
"Ronald, will you please get off your ass and help me with chores!?" His mother demanded. "Your brothers and your sister take time to help."
Ginny pokes her head out from around a corner. "You're being selfish Ron." She accuses, causing him to glare at her.
"And you're not!?" He demanded.
"What's that suppose to mean!?"
"Just what's it's suppose to sound."
"Ron!"-
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasley screams at her two younger children, making both turn to their mother. "Both of you stop your bitching and sulking! Now you're BOTH going to share the chores." She waves her wand, and the remote flew from Ron's hand and his mother caught it.
"Hey!"
"As long as you're under my roof Ronald, my rules."
Ron moves. "Mum."
"I raised your sister's rent, are you going to make me raise yours too Ronald?" His mother demanded.
Ron gulped. "No ma'am."
"Then stop what you're doing, and GET TO WORK!"
Ron quickly ran out of the living room. "Yes ma'am, yes ma'am!"