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Imagine James and Ron ever met each other and realized that Harry just chose his dad as his best friend.

Ron: What do you mean? We’re not that alike

James: Yeah, I mean no offense but I’m not that similar to this guy.

Me: Describe your wife.

Ron and James (simultaneously): A brilliant muggle-born witch that didn’t get that well with me at the start and was in the same House as me.

Ron and James look at each other in surprise.

James (shocked): W-well that was just a coincidence.

Ron (equally as shocked): Y-yeah, just a coincidence.

Me: Describe your best friend.

Ron and James (simultaneously): Loyal impulsive guy who wasn’t liked at his home so he went to live with me.

Ron and James are shocked again.

Me: Quidditch or books?

Ron and James (quickly): Quidditch.

Me: Most noticeable thing about your wife’s appearance?

Ron and James (quickly): Her hair!

Me: Potions or transfiguration?

Ron and James (quickly): Transfiguration!

Me: What do you do to impress girls whenever they walk by?

Ron and James: I run my fingers through my hair to make it look windswept! 

Ron and Jame gasp.

Me: See? You’re really simi-

James: Do you have a Gryffindor dorm mate that seems like he is a coward but is still one of your three closest friend?

Ron thinking of Neville: Yep! How about a bigot prat in Slytherin that called the girl you fancied the M-slur?

James thinking of Snivellus: Check! Were you part of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?

Ron: Bloody hell, yes! Did you ever break the rules or even the law to help your friends?!

James: Of course I did, why wouldn’t I? They’re my friends! Did you get an academic achievement even when you thought someone else would get it?!

Ron: Yes! I was prefect instead of Harry! Favorite quidditch team?

James: Ballycastle Bats

Ron sighing in relief: Chudley Cannons.

James sighing in relief as well: Really? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a team like that.

Ron: Well they’re underdogs. Someone needs to support them don’t you think?

James: I suppose so. And the Bats have all this weight on their shoulders because they’re the champions and everyone’s always expecting them to be the overachievers.

Ron and James (simultaneously): I really identify with them.

Both eyes get wide open as they look at each other and mirror their movements. 

James: Are you sure you are not my son?

Ron: I- I don’t know anymore.

Me: ...

RWatHT - Chapter 22: Knight's Return

Bill looked at his brother. His eyes were dark, and he had just mentioned… killing someone? That did not sound like him. When he had called out his name, he had expected him to throw one of his sarcastic comments or perhaps some form of joke. Instead, in the split second he had turned to look at their family he saw his brother’s features twisted into an angry, insane and murderous expression he had never seen on his face. 

It felt a bit out of place at the moment to tell them about his new girlfriend Fleur Delacour coming to Hogwarts since Bill had invited her. It felt even worse to tell them that he was planning to marry her, and had a wedding ring already inside his pocket. Instead, he watched the hall where his brother had disappeared to and wondered where he was headed. He watched Salazar Slytherin –Merlin was that weird– along with McGonagall, and Dumbledore escort the young Slytherin girl that Ron had nearly… killed to another room in the castle. Thinking that felt even weirder, and completely wrong. His baby brother killing someone… Bill couldn’t not believe it. In fact, he refused to believe it.

However, he had seen it. They had all seen it. The effects of Ron’s curse as he fired it at a girl his age without hesitation. Yes, the girl also seemed to have thrown a curse back that looked to be pretty damaging, but Bill could feel the fire from Ron’s spell, even while being a few yards away.

There must be some form of explanation. Surely his own brother had a good reason to incinerate a girl? Alright, that sounded pretty bad even with the worst of standards. However, he refused to believe that Ron had just decided to murder a Hogwarts student. Godric Gryffindor –again, it really was weird to be talking to an ancient wizard– had prepared rooms for them inside the castle. As he followed his family to the Great Hall for lunch, he thought of the way the day started. It had started quite well actually. He had come to the Burrow to screeches and cheers from his mother, after all it was not every day that Charlie would come home. When they had arrived at Hogwarts they had been welcomed by Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Godric Gryffindor himself inside the Headmaster’s office. Afterwards, they greeted the twins, and Ginny along with Harry and Hermione.

Molly Weasley had been so excited to see Ron, and had been asking Harry and Hermione about how he was doing. Harry responded awkwardly, not really giving her an answer. Hermione for her part looked hurt, and her voice waned as she struggled to properly explain how Ron had been. Bill was perplexed by her reaction, clearly something had happened between his baby brother and Hermione.

After that, McLaggen had entered the room, crashing the door against the wall. His face was bruised and beaten badly. There was blood pouring from his nose, lip and brow. His nose was also clearly broken, and bent weirdly. His eye had sunken behind a purple swollen bruise, and his cheekbone was looking quite the same with a cut that spilled blood down the side of his face. He looked like an absolute wreck. He was panting, and whining as he pointed at his face and inside the castle.

“Mr. McLaggen?!” McGonagall gasped at the young man’s predicament. She approached him, and waved her wand over his face. “Who did this to you?”

McLaggen’s injuries began to heal over. Soon enough his face looked to come back to normal, although Bill was not really sure. There was still a lot of snot, and tears that ran down his face. And he looked smarmy and reminded Bill of the Malfoy family for some reason. 

“Weasley!” McLaggen roared. Nearly all members of the Weasley family present looked at one another, wondering who he could be possibly referring to. Soon enough, Gryffindor approached McLaggen who cowered beneath his presence. “A-and Greengrass!”

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RWaHT - Chapter 17: Secret Friends

For the first time in a long time, Daphne felt a bit unconfident. As she walked down the halls to the stadium she couldn’t help, but to rub her naked nape. For almost five months now had she worn Tom’s locket, she had grown accustomed to the comfort of the cold gold chain that hugged her skin, and now only 15 minutes without it, she felt as if she was about to go crazy. She looked down at the box that she held in her hands, for some reason she felt unsure about this. Never before had she felt unsure, in fact having Tom around only made her far more and more confident about herself, but now it was as if his comforting praises and words were the true source of her confidence.

She knew this was ridiculous, before she met Tom she was already aware of her own skills and capabilities. Tom was only a voice reminding her of how special she was, of how capable she was, she didn’t need him…

Daphne looked down at the box in her hands, feeling a heavy weight dropping on top of her.

That much… 

Entering the stadium she saw Diggory, Lovegood and Weasley engaged in a conversation. Weasley said something that made Diggory laugh, and Lovegood something that resembled laughter in somebody’s messed up book. Diggory clapped Weasley’s back, and calmed down enough to say something in return, which made Weasley laugh. Lovegood then said something that made both Diggory and Weasley stop laughing, they looked at each other before bursting into more laughter, Lovegood joining them good heartedly.  The three of them almost looked like friends, and a strange ache settled in Daphne’s chest.

Clearing her throat, she announced herself to the room. The three looked up, Weasley’s chipper mood faltering at her sight, Diggory’s smile lowered, and Lovegood’s small and simple smile remained as she walked over to them. In fact, it was Luna who had decided to greet her.

“Hello, Daphne Greengrass,” she said. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” she said, simultaneously wincing at her quiet tone. Clearing her throat once more she spoke in a more loud voice. “How about you?”

“I’m very good,” she said with a smile. “Thanks for asking. Although, I’m not sure how happy you’ll be with us today, seeing as we stopped speaking as soon as you entered the room.”

Diggory and Weasley gave Luna a sharp look, after which Diggory quickly recovered and approached her.

“Sorry about that,” said Diggory. “We were just–”

“It doesn’t matter,” she cut him off, even though the words didn’t feel that honest. “I understand why you wouldn’t be so inclined to be on good terms with me–”

“Oh she understands now does she,” Ron muttered in a sarcastic tone. Ignoring him she continued.

“I came with gifts,” she said. “A token of my forgiveness, and my willingness for us to be…” As she saw the way they stared at her, Daphne’s mind blanked. “To be…” Her throat felt dry and she swallowed to no avail, “To be…” Sweet Salazar, why was it so hot inside the stadium?

“Friends?” Ron finished for her in a questioning tone.

“YES!” Daphne shouted, making them flinch before she swallowed down her relief and repeating herself. “Yes,” she said in a more calm manner now.

She turned the box in her hands, opening it and revealing to them three large, oval lockets of heavy gold. One with an almost feathery ‘R’ in blue sapphires, another with a simple ‘H’ in diamonds, and the last had a sharp ‘G’ in red rubies. As the three other Champions looked down at their gifts, they all, almost, simultaneously looked back up at Daphne, who could only offer what she hoped was a friendly smile.

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This one is a One-Shot Crack Fic I'm working on from book 2 to the final book.

Basically, Snape finds out about the whole Malfoy calling Hermione a mudblood incident in Chamber of Secrets, but instead of being angry at Malfoy for saying mudblood he projects himself onto him, and basically tries to set them up.

He fails because Hermione finds Malfoy repulsive and Malfoy really doesn't want to date Hermione, but still does what Snape tells him to because he's scared of his unstable Potions Professor.

Snape also begins to let go of his hatred for Harry and begins concentrating it on Ron, that's where the title comes from. I've just written a couple of paragraphs, but I hope it will turn out okay.

Here's little snippet:

Snape stared at Malfoy with such hatred, such repulsion and anger. That when Draco Malfoy finally raised his head, he realized he was looking into himself. The young Malfoy's grey eyes reflected his own dark and slumping figure, and there he realized they were one in the same. Two poor souls, unable to...

To be with the one they loved…

Yes, poor Malfoy truly had screwed it up. He had screwed it up far earlier than he had. With the exact same horrible word that had cost him his Lily. And then the disappointed came in, this world was so wretched that it could never let two tortured souls be with the one they love.

Malfoy stared up at him, and Snape then realized he so hope. Desperation. Fear. A thousand emotions that swam in his eyes. Surely, it was hope for Snape to fix this situation. Desperation for him and his lovely muggle-born Gryffindor to belong together. Fear of losing her forever.

"Mr. Malfoy," he said in his normal stern voice. He gulped, the poor boy he truly was scared of losing his Lil–Hermione. "Do not worry."

And then his previous frown became a slow smirk that overtook his features.

"You are not losing her," Snape continued. "I'll do everything in my power to get you and Ms. Granger together."

The poor boy, he was so excited he became almost petrified.