R. Weasley

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love-dark-secret:

Hestia didn’t know what else to say to a person who lost a loved one. She wasn’t close to Ron, but she knew his father didn’t deserve to be killed like that. nor did his family deserved the pain they were going through. “Is there anything I can do? Anything you need?”, she asked. She didn’t even think when, before he could answer, her arms wrapped themselves around him. 

Ron didn’t know just how bad he needed a hug until Hestia’s arms wrapped around him. He accepted the hug gratefully, “I could use the company, if you’re up for it,” he confessed. “Know any great distractions?”

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“There isn’t anything to talk about.” Ginny said stiffly, grabbing one of her father’s sweaters and folding it into one of the boxes around her. Her mum had been crying for days, claiming she couldn’t sleep while he was still everywhere in the room. Ginny hadn’t wanted to use magic, instead spending several hours of the last days inside with the door closed. “I need to get this done. Bugger off.”

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Ron sighed in the doorway, staring back at his sister. His younger sister. His only sister. He was supposed to help protect her, but nothing could have helped him protect her from this. There was nothing he could do to help take away this pain he knew settled somewhere beneath her stiff exterior. “I’m not here to talk. Not unless you wanted to.” Ron grabbed another one of his father’s sweaters and folded it like Ginny had, sliding it into an empty box. 

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love-dark-secret:

Hestia didn’t know where Ron could be right now, but after her encounter with Amycus, she knew the redhead would be heartborken. Maybe fate on her side when she found him and slowly approached him, offering him a piece of candy that he, of course, didn’t take. “Ron?”, she muttered. “I’m so sorry”, the witch placed her hand on his shoulder.  

Ron felt a hand placed on his shoulder, followed by words he’d heard far too often in the past couple of days. He wasn’t really sure how to respond. Instinctively he wanted to say it was okay, because that’s what you do when someone apologizes. But it wasn’t. Things were far from okay. “Thanks,” he muttered, looking back up at Hestia. 

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itshjpthechosenone:

“Don’t  worry about me. I’ll be fi-” Harry almost said fine, but he was far from it. “"I’ll be okay.”

It was unbelievable that Mr Weasley was gone. He deserved so much better, they all did. His heart broke at the thought of Mrs Weasley’s endless tears. They were all in this mess because of him. He picked up a piece of toast from the plate and picked at it. 

“I want to tell you it gets better soon, but I’m not even sure.”

Ron pushed the plate of toast towards Harry. It was nice of his friend to bring him food; he just had tragically lost his appetite. “I can’t not worry about you. I can’t not worry about everyone. I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life worrying.”

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itshjpthechosenone:

Harry sat quietly letting his friend speak. He completely understood how he was feeling.  With every word that Ron said there was a little voice inside of him telling him that it was all his fault. His best friend lost his father and it was all his fault. Harry shrugged his shoulders at Ron’s question. 

“I don’t really have an answer for you. I guess after a while it doesn’t hurt as much or it doesn’t hurt all the time.” Harry  answered. 

Ron’s nodded, disappointed to hear he’d have to wait to reach a point where the pain ceased. “I want to just fast forward to the part where I’m okay, you know?” he asked, inhaling and exhaling because that felt like all he could do right now. Remember to breathe. “Are you? You know, okay? Not just in general, but I mean, with everything that happened... cause I sure as hell am not, but... you know.... that’s-- understandable, I think.”

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Gone || self para

Ron ducked behind a corner, taking this moment to catch his breath. He watched more confused muggles running in his direction, and while he was just as confused, he urged them to keep running. “Go! Go!!!!” he yelled, ushering them away from the battle. Lights from the spells being thrown back and forth bounced off the walls, and Ron gripped his wand tightly, ready to continue to fight back. And then he heard a voice. 

“As you can see around you, the Order has broken against the might of Lord Voldemort and his faithful servants.....”

Ron peeked around the corner, trying to find the source of the voice blasting through the streets. Instead he found bodies upon bodies upon bodies....

Until the body he found was familiar, someone he recognized. Someone he knew. Someone he loved. Someone who gave him life now laid lifeless in the street. He recognized the body as his father’s. 

Ron couldn’t make out the words spoken after that. His father’s name was spat out, maybe? But the words sounded distant, jumbled together, like something out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. Not real.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

But there was his father, motionless beneath her feet. 

The world stopped. It had to have stopped, because Ron’s world stopped, and that meant it had it have stopped for the rest of the world too. It stopped and it shattered, the pieces shifting beneath Ron’s feet as his foundation was destroyed. He lost his footing, staggering backwards. Someone must have grabbed him, somewhere, grabbing his arm and disapparating, because one minute his father was there and the next he was gone. 

He was gone. 

His father was gone.

And only when the reality of what had happened hit him, when the air was sucked from his lungs, did Ron find himself screaming. 

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itshjpthechosenone:

“Are you sure? I made this toast myself. It’s not burned. You know whatever Hermione tries to feed you is going to be burnt.” Harry sighed and sat the plate down next to Ron. He was quiet for a few minutes before speaking again. “I’m sorry mate. Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“No...” Ron answered finally, shaking his head. “I mean no, there’s nothing you can do, and yes, I’m sure. I don’t feel like I’ll ever eat again. I don’t--” he let out a frustrated sound that sounded more like a sob than a gasp for air he felt he needed. “I don’t feel like anything at all. And yet, I feel everything. All at once. It’s heavy and it fucking hurts.” He looked up at his best friend, eyes threatening to water again. “How do you do it? Survive feeling like-- like this?”

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"No, I’m-- I’m not--hungry.....” Ron muttered, wiping his eye with the corner of his sleeve. He took a deep breath. “Thanks though.”

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Hestia, Elvira, Draco

Fuck Draco. Not literally, more in the metaphorical sense, like ‘you suck, Malfoy, fuck you’.

Marry Hestia, because I think once we’re married I can finally convince her to join the Order. 

Kill Elvira, for obvious reasons.

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ginny, fred, george (ur welcome xo gin)

Fuck you, Ginny. (Not literally. I’m not fucking, or marrying, or killing any of you.) 

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Reblog for a 'fuck, marry, kill' in your ask.

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drxcoluxius:

“Is it intolerance, or am I merely the only one in the room who doesn’t pity you for your lack of wealth and feels free to call you out on your bullshit? Tell me, Weasley, have you ever considered that people are kind to you out of embarrassment for your family’s fiscal situation?”

“No, I like to think people like me because I’m likable. I’m sure you’ll never know what that feels like.”

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drxcoluxius:

“Your originality is boundless, Weasley,” Draco deadpanned, barely suppressing the urge to spit at Weaselbee’s feet. Filthy Blood Traitor that he was. “Imagine that, Weasley, the first and only thing on your mind is the food.”

“It’s not the only thing,” Ron grumbled. There were plenty of other things on his mind, like the task at hand. The food just happened to be really good.“Must you be so intolerable all the time? Does it ever get exhausting?” 

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ginevramollywexsley:

“Oh, Merlin.” Ginny nearly chocked on her drink – if you could call it a drink. It was no Firewhiskey, instead awfully fruity and all sorts of sugary that she didn’t like. Candy was everywhere, too. And she was not a fan of sweets. But regardless, the air around her was practically vibrating with laughter, and whatever muggle music they were playing actually wasn’t half bad. “How are you not burning alive in there, Ron?” With a cheshire grin, she tapped the helmet of his armor, snorting loudly when the mask came down over his face with a clang. 

Ron didn’t have time to answer his sister’s question before the mask came clanging down the front of his face. “Go ahead. Laugh it up. I’m fine,” he answered, pushing the mask back into its rightful place. “I’m more worried about you. When this all goes to shit, I’ve got bonus protection. But what are you going to do? Deflect with your groovy scarf? Or maybe hit people with that funky headband?”

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nottheodore:

Theo didn’t head so much for the snack table as away from the dance floor– not that the snack table was a much better scene. Half the foods he only vaguely recognized, and the other half… He glanced up at the stranger’s question, but his eyes got stuck on his piled-high plate halfway there. He blinked. “Are you sure that’s all edible?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Ron nodded eagerly before stuffing an orange puff snack in his mouth. A large grin spread across his face as his taste buds rejoiced in reaction to the unknown sensation. “Especially those, bloody hell. Have you tried these?! It’s almost sort of like cheese, but it’s not, it’s-- it’s incredible.” 

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drxcoluxius:

“Riveting. I love being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, vapid Muggles dressed like cheap imitations of us.” Draco commented dryly, making a point of brushing off a spot on his jacket where a slovely Muggle man had bumped into him shortly after arriving at the party. Honestly, were they all this clumsy?

“Actually, I think that one is dressed like you,” Ron pointed out a muggle in devil horns. He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling at Draco’s dramatics. “At least the food is decent.”

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One moment Ron was in the Burrow, and in the next he wasn’t. The Floo spell had worked and he found himself on the outskirts of the party. This time it was a party he wouldn’t be enjoying. Much like a game of chess, each move had to be calculated. There were lives at play, and Ron couldn’t afford to be distracted. But when his eyes landed on the snack table-- well, maybe he could afford a few minutes of distraction. He was so focused on stacking food onto a plate he almost missed the fact that he wasn’t alone. Almost. “Great party, isn’t it?”