and if i have to choose (do i choose the real you)
A HARRY POTTER X RON WEASLEY FIC
“Morning,” Harry sighs, curling an arm around Ron’s back, nose pressing into his warm hair. He sucks in a breath, savoring this moment because he can’t shake the feeling it could be taken from him. It’s something that always sits heavily in the back of his mind, thoughts always wandering back to all the people he lost over the years, ones that have been taken from him. This feels different somehow, like Ron could disappear in the same hazy way you wake up from a dream, watching it disintegrate in front of your eyes.
The pattering of feet has Ron groaning, pressing his face into Harry’s neck. “Just one bloody morning,” Ron complains, but there is a fondness to his voice that tells Harry he doesn’t mind when their son is suddenly jumping across the room and landing heavily on Ron’s legs.
“Papa! Flying today!” The four year old is much too loud for this early in the morning and dives right in between his parents, giggling when Ron’s hand comes down to tickle his stomach.
Harry wakes up like any other morning. Ron’s sleeping soundly next to him and James is in the hallway making his way over to wake up his parents. Harry can’t seem to shake that haze though, this lingering feeling that this isn’t real. That he was living in a dream even though he was wide awake.