Ronarry - Blog Posts
Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.
But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.
Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?
Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.
Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.
He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?
He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.
Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.
The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.
Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.
Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.
It doesn’t do him good.
He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.
He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.
When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.
Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.
Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.
She understands.
Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.
It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.
But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.
A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.
Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.
He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.
Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.
Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.
It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.
He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.
It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.
His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.
Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.
It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.
He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.
They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.
Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.
He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.
He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.
Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.
Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.
Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.
Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.
He just nods and lets Ron in.
Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.
He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.
He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.
He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.
It must have been his imagination.
Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.
He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.
He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.
He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.
Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.
It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.
He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.
He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.
you better believe it bitches
follow up is "i didn't need to fix him, he fixed himself for me and i supported him and he is now an amazing human being but maybe only around me and it's actually very healthy"
this is very different from enemies to lovers ok
“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic
Day 23 of the HPRecFest part 1
A soulmate fic
@hprecfest
Harry and Ron having a date in Hogsmeade
More than 15k Ronarry
✨ A tangled mess / 16k / Ron remembers those days after the war, when he felt nauseous with grief.
When all he wanted was to hide from it, but it was everywhere. In George's blank, still shocked face. In his mother's hands, folding Fred's laundry carefully, to put it back in a drawer where it wouldn't be touched anymore. In his father's tears, hidden in the shed amongst the things he was forever tinkering with.
And then, there was Harry.
✨ Prelude and Fugue / 16k / It took over an hour, from the time Harry arrived at work, for him to realise just how different today actually was.
✨Somnia / 17k / From the time they're eleven years old, Ron is always there to help him find his peace in those dark and lonely hours of the night. Turns out, Harry has helped Ron find his too.
✨ Four Gallons of Oblivious / 17k / Ron is head over heels in love with his best mate, but it's going to take more than a horrendous orange sofa, painted pornography, and opening a shop together for him to let Harry know.
Written for the prompt: Best friends since day one, they decided to share a flat after the war. Can I ask for oblivious idiot(s) and mutual pining?
✨Strings Attached / 26k / It's not always easy to be secretly in love with your best mate, but Harry manages it well enough. At least, he does until a product gone wrong binds him to Ron's side for the foreseeable future.
✨sea green, see blue / 30k / Harry looks at him-nothing more, nothing less, just looks, for a moment, features unreadable yet distinctly soft, like he's laying eyes on something worth cherishing. The kicker, really, is that Ron can recognize the look already; Harry's looked at him like this before, many times, really, at breakfast or in class or at Hagrid's, the Burrow, Hogsmeade-it's how he looks at Ron, most of the time. Yet Ron isn't sure he's ever seen it quite this close, close enough to really take in the depth of it and the way it's like Harry's green eyes fill to the brim with affection. No one-and Ron means no one, not his mother, his father, his siblings, nobody-has ever looked at him like this before.
Only Harry has. And Ron's only just now realizing it.
✨Wish Fullfilment / 57k / A canon retelling of the original series from Ron's POV, but with a twist - every witch or wizard has a soulmark that reflects their soulmate's deepest desire.
Ron gets his at just five years old, but the words aren't what anyone expects.
Less than 15k Ronarry
✨ Weasleys' Wizard Weekend / 4k / The boys are trapped, wandless, in the storage cupboard of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes for the weekend.
✨ i've mended this broken heart of mine as best i could / 4k / Harry's given Ron all the distance in the world. He's stepped back so far that their friendship is just a flicker of rosy memory in his past. That's what Harry thought they needed when he took a chance and told Ron how he felt and Ron had said no.
Kinda wanted Ron to grovel more, but what can ya do 😔
✨ Something They Can Barely See / 5k / Harry has no idea how to tell his best friend he wants more that friendship. He's pretty sure this would be hell of a lot easier if he knew for sure how Ron felt about him.
✨ The Happy Smiles Recipe / 8k / After Sirius's death Dumbledore is ready to send Harry once again back to the Dursleys. Molly Weasley is not about to let that happen.
Adore protective Molly
✨ perspective / 9k / In which Ron realizes that maybe, just maybe, you aren't supposed to feel this way about your best mate. But only after a dance at the Yule Ball, months of being busy with other things, Cedric Diggory's death, the return of Voldemort, and a quiet knock at his door.
Ron is precious in this one
✨ Ron's Really Bad Idea / 11k / He knows a love potion is a bad idea, he really does. And it's not that he's desperate, exactly. He just can't take it anymore.
✨ loving you is a losing game / 13k / Sick and tired of Hermione and Mrs Weasley's nagging, Harry and Ron agree to pretend to date. It's ridiculously simple, they live, work and go out together. Everyone believes it, and after a while, Harry starts to believe it too.
Or,
In which the lines get blurry, and Harry only realises what game they're playing after he's already lost.
✨ Sun Kissed / 13k / Harry notices the freckles the first time they meet, the light dusting across Ron's face as he stands there in his maroon knitted jumper with the yellow R in the centre. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd swear he could trace the tendrils of a lightning bolt from Ron's nose down to his cheek.
Something warm settles in Harry's chest at the knowledge that, perhaps, Ron carries a piece of Harry, no matter how unknowingly. It's proof of a connection between them, the first real tangible relationship Harry's ever had that is good and whole and wanted.
Or, how Harry falls in love with every one of Ron's freckles long before he realises he's in love with his best friend.
Plus, a scorching hot Dronarry bonus!
✨ obtuse / 6k / "Look, I'm not going to say it wasn't what it looked like, because-"
"Yeah," Harry says. "Pretty clear what was happening."
"But you don't know why it was happening," Ron says, triumphant. "And that's the important bit."
Golden Trio
✨ Comforting Romionarry Fics
✨ Less than 15k Ronarry
✨ More than 15k Ronarry
THIS IS US BTW :3 IF U EVEN CARE ^_^!!
So:
I mostly opened this account to talk about Harry Potter with other fans. I need potterhead friends I’m begging you, take pity on me.
✨ First though, here’s a Marauders playlist:
✨ Profile pic by sophitil
Ok, so a bit about me and this blog’s contents:
✨ We don’t judge here, every ship is welcome
✨But if it’s gay better
✨ I love the golden trio, I won’t stand for ANY kind of SLANDER, not of Ron, not of Hermione, least of all Harry. They are human, and they are good friends with flaws who love each other very much. They are growing up, grieving, taking care of each other and learning about life. I adore their friendship, and fanfics that realistically explore their relationship will always be a soft spot of mine. (wholesome one shot)
✨ Hot take: If you have any fanfic recommendation where they are romantically together (the three of them, as in an actual relationship), I would appreciate it very much
✨ Drarry (please)—I live for Drarry, I breathe, think, dream, eat Drarry 🙏🏻 They’re my babies
✨ Draco Malfoy is a power bottom, fight me
✨ Lily Evans is my queen and goddess
✨ Tomarry? I’M A SLUT FOR TOMARRY (please I need more time travel fanfic recommendations) Some very good ones tho:
Terrible, but Great.
you belong to me (i belong to you).
Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men. (This one is not time trivel per se but its AMAZING I’m telling ya)
Wear me like a locket around my throat
(all of them are in ao3)
✨ My boy Harry is incredibly underrated on his own book, like...? He is amazing, I love him, I wish him all the happiness in the world. WE NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE ALL HIS MENTAL STRUGGLES AND GRIEVING PROCESSESS ARE PORTRAYED. (He’s gone through so much, I don’t buy the way canon just swept everything under the rug and moved on)
✨ Another soft spot of mine? Fanfics where Harry time travels to a time where his parents are alive or a different dimension all together.
To make it better
Devil’s White Knight
Across the universe
You’re somebody else
(all in ao3 except Across the universe, that’s a short story in fanfic.net)
Other recommendations
✨ My bedtime readings are hardcore Drarry smut with some very questionable dom/sub dynamics. RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE 🙏🏻
✨ Jegulus (depending on the mood) Jegulily thooo 👀
✨Canon James Potter was a dick, but I forgive him. He did change a bit after Hogwarts, but I keep hoping he would’ve matured more if he’d had the chance to grow up into an actual adult
✨ Aaron Taylor Johnson and every other version of James Potter is mine, no arguments
✨ NO SNAPE SLANDER. He is an amazing character, and a very complex one at that. He is not supposed to be a good person, but a complicated one with a gray set of values. Y’all do not understand that, and I’m tired of watching Marauders stans be so fucking hypocritical when it comes to him.
Crime and Punishment (an amazing severitus fic on ao3)
✨ August, Cardigan and Betty are about these three idiots (Lily, James and Regulus) and you can’t change my mind. If you have any fanfic recs I’m all ears.
i have a craving to write some drabbles :,) i want to write fun little snippets and take a teeny tiny break from grinding out full stories!!!
so, if anyone has any head-cannons, au’s, songs that remind them of anything in the tags, or just little ideas they want to spread, let me know in my asks so i can momentarily satisfy my brain :D
before i jump back into the grind.
thank you 😌 much love 🫶
now that i’ve acclimated back into my fandoms, i’ve officially dusted off my discord as well!! (lol)
by which i mean i made an entirely new one.
if anyone has any fun little servers to recommend, or if anyone is interested enough in my stuff to talk about what atrocities i’ve already created, add me or let me know please!! i’ve decided to give being social a try 😔 instead of lurking in the shadows and dropping random seeds.
either way, here’s my discord >:) if you see this and you’re waiting for me to update one of my fics, i swear i’m not procrastinating 😀
i’ll be playing update roulette
AO3 Masterlist - AO3
Arcane (League of Legends):
Fuis Moi - Jayce Talis x Viktor - 36,806 words - 1 Chapter
BBC Merlin: Something to Feel - Arthur Pendragon x Merlin - 2,130 Words - 1 Chapter Cry - Arthur Pendragon x Merlin - 4,974 Words - 1 Chapter Over and Over I Keep Going Over - Arthur Pendragon x Merlin - 13,431 Words - 1 Chapter Harry Potter: Come Right Back - Ronald Weasley x Harry Potter - 26,657 Words - 7 Chapters Marvel: In This Blue Shade - Logan (Wolverine) x Wade Wilson (Deadpool) - 7,671 Words - 1 Chapter Stanger Things: House of Kot - Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove - 9,943 Words - 1 Chapter Two Steps Forwards, Half a One Back - Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove - 5,248 Words - 1 Chapter Rip Him to Shreds - Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove - 10,142 Words - 1 Chapter
This is how I order my golden trio ship:
Romionarry
Ronarry
Romione and Harmione
speaking about deathly hallows again bc there are so many things in that book that come unnoticed sometimes.
harry was so so so so happy ron was back ughhhhhh i love m boys so muvh what can i say? i love two besties.
Something about the men who turned Harry's life upside down...
Stories storyline and Idea (Will Edit Once I worked On Something) *edit 2*
Stories being worked on:
Goblet Musical 2/15
Chapter 1 & 2- complete
Chp3- Fight it out boys; Ron’s Heart and Harry’s Remorse
Might make it a two parter? Took me away but I now got a song for Harry. Yeah!
Chap4- Percy’s Fury, The Twins Fucked Up
This is now going to be a two parter with maybe another chp in between. Thinking of renaming it as Mother Bear’s Fury with Percy as the main character in this chapter. Maybe have Oliver? Make 4.5/5 as The Eye Of The Storm Thy Name Is Oliver? Weasley’s background and lore?
Ch5 - I Hate That Girl
That would be the song. Oc female x Oc female from the other schools. Ron making new friends? The excitement of the Yule Ball. More magic lore?
(Add more later)
Tiger Golem And Star Void 2/7
Chapter 1- complete
Chp2- complete (change the title and added another day)
Chp3- Enter From Stage Left Chuuya
Is in the present obviously. :p Dazai is on the prowl trying to figure out what’s going on. Flirty Atsushi, flirty Atsushi! Chuuya is here to mess with his dumb fish and make passes at kitty. Hints of Chuuatsu (Blue Sunset? Red Tiger? Lord Chaos? Like the first one better as a shipping name) meeting in France. Dazai finds out Chuuya gave Atsushi colored necklaces Day 16 Jealousy No WIP yet
Chp4- Added Chapter No Title Yet
Another hint at the past. Angry cat. The Mori deal’s aftermath. Unhinged cat. Death threats. Reason for Atsushi’s runner. Day 24 Broken and Day 22 Cold No WIP yet
Chp5- Dazai’s Truth Of The Heart
More flirty kitty. Dazai is confusion. ADA making more appearances? Naomi is not the sister? Kyouka is little sister? Lore?! shots shot shot everybody! Dazai is actually honest with himself Day 12 Affections and Day 2 Drunk Confession No WIP yet
Chp6- A Smile In The Dark Of The Tiger’s Eyes
Atsushi says suspicious and concerned things. Kitty knows things. Ranpo doesn’t know things? Unhinged kit-cat. Mistaken accusations? Day 25 Secret No WIP yet
Chp7- It’s Forever But Never The End
Last chapter. Open ending because stuff. Semi-confession? Agatha Christie throws the glove at Atsushi’s feet. She gets a slap with it. Atsushi gives no shit! Dazai is less confusion and wants to sleep Day 27 Love and Day 28 Future No WIP Yet
Stories I have ideas on
DC
Reincarnation: Wally is reborn as Ron from Harry Potter. He is not going to follow any storyline and is ready to throw down at anytime. Taking reference from my Lily’s Ghost, Den Mother, Sacred 28 vs Sacred 28 (maybe?). Molly, Twins and Book/Movie Hermione Critical. GreenChess (aka ronarry) wishful birdflash
Regression: Wally goes back in time to the age of five. The age he first met The Flash. Now there’s two ideas for this. One which is like Wally’s Bird. He’s regress in a world like his old one but is born two years younger than his best friend. He finds out that it a bit darker because there was never a Robin to kick start the era of sidekicks. His bird is now a Talon that is very clingy. Works with old Batsy to save his bird. Will sass the bat at any given moment. Ends up with a Violet Ring of Love. So Star Sapphire Wally! (Ben 10 Anodite style powers! Like the hair! The hair was my favorite part of the alien lol) No speedster Wally. He missed the deadline of getting his powers because he was born too late. Trans Wally. Birdflash
Isakai: From Young Justice to before the Dc Son of Batman. So Flashpoint Paradox? I don’t know the correct timeline. *shrugs* Wally reappears in the Arctic but in a different universe. Lot darker because of the Flashpoint. He is very confuse but try’s to get around using everything he was taught by the Flashes, the Green Lanterns, Batman and Nightwing growing up. Gets a Job in Gotham because he believes that he’ll have a mental breakdown if he stays in Central or Keystone (the Twin Jewel Cities know by locals- I grew up calling them that and I will not stop). Woks at Wayne’s, meets Dick Greyson which causes heartaches, flirty Dick chasing after the guy will turn him down every time (it drives him mad because Wally is so familiar and being around him make him feel whole) and batclan breaking into his apt. He mets Tim and is shock how bad he is at self care. Horrified at how distant the batfam is. Is very close at throwing hands with Batman and Nightwing. (Can’t throw hands with Dick because he not suppose to know the bat secret.) Taking reference from Wally’s Favorite. The Pink Lantern Wally? Just like the one on top but still a speedster? Birdflash with hard to get Wally and pan disaster Dick.
PJO
The Moon And The Ocean Tide -Reincarnation/Regression: SI Oc from my ao3 story My New Life’s Crazy Adventure. I’m take the Oc name Echo and having her rebirth as a Demi Titian of the Moon Titan Selene that isn’t really powerful. Grew up at a round camper that bumps head with Annabeth over how to greet new campers. She goes by Usagi as a teasing nickname by those who watch Sailor Moon, not because she looks like her (she does not look like any of the characters. At all.) but because of her sign. Which looks like the silver-blue dreamworks logo, except with a female figure playing a traditional biwa. (She was also born with the last name Tsukino) Echo is the name she prefers, even though she is named Serenity which also doesn’t help. Percy has regressed into the younger version of himself at the beginning of his story. (More like after his school field trip) He is a jaded, has ptsd and grudge hold college student whose girlfriend broke up with him to focus more on her schooling. (He’s a bit bitter about it because he left his family for her, went on a shit quest for school recommendations and knows she was extremely possessive that fuck over his other relationship.) He played to the script as closely as he could, bypassing his time until he reaches Camp Half-Blood, until the scene on the bridge with Annabeth. Echo, being a fan of Percy/use to have a crush on him (so she says), steps up after his talk with the blonde. Not knowing he has regressed, she offers to show him the Camp Video and explains how the camp works. Percy is lowkey wary and guarded because he’s expecting for every thing to be the same with only him being different. He agrees and Echo is like a puppy as she babbles to the 12yr old about what her home for eleven years is. She also one of the people to actually helps him and talks to him as a person after his mark. (She also sides with Athena in his first war game because he asked her using a ‘I’m a newbie and feel more comfortable with a friend’ and even though she suspects him, she’s weak for him.) When he get his first quest, Annabeth demands to go like the first time but Percy sneers with a ‘He rather go with Echo’. Causing the girl to panic and say ‘No! I refuse to fuck the story!’. This outs her to him, which outs Percy to her. They make a deal that he goes on the quest like the original timeline and she becomes his eyes and ears at camp. DarkPercy. SI character. All books are on her. Refuse to rewrite Percy’s adventures. Slow burn between Percy & Echo?? Echo actually try’s to canon fix-it.
BSD
TTGASV: First side story of my BSD Dazatsu story. (For now) It how Chuuya and Atsushi met in France. Mostly of Atsushi longing for Dazai and missing his baby sister. Mentioning of sending gifts, postcards and word travel. Lore of our boy’s past lives. Mentions of vessels, human sacrifices and reborn gods. Headcanons at play. Pinning Dazatsu, Day 6 Home and Day 15 Book, and slow burn chuuatsu Slice of Life
HP
Movie HP Characters reacting to My AU Memes?
One Piece
Zoro Was born in Aokigahara
Zoro Judgement of Sanji’s treatment of women 5 +1
Crossovers
Hp x Op= 3 Swords Demon And His Magical Son- 5yr Ron transporting to the Op world and getting raise by Zoro, Luffy and the other’s Straw Hats.
Sacred 28 vs The Sacred 28 3
Draco: *being a brat* Oh look, it a she-weasley. Red hair, fr-
Ginny: *doesn’t spare him a glance as she runs by him* Oh look, it a dumb bitch who can't tie his shoes.
Draco: *flabbergasted* E-excuse me?! Once my father-
Ron: Your father couldn't find his way out a paper bag *jumps over his head to catch his sister* Ginny, back off! It my day to be with Harry!
Ginny: *farther down the hall, cackling* Suck it bitch!
Draco: *taken back, confused but still trying to gain his footing* I-I'll have you know, my father and I are part of-
George: *pops out from Draco’s right side* You guys aren't even that high on the pure-blood list
Fred: *pops up from the left* On either list to be exact.
Twins: *takes off placing bets on their younger siblings*
Draco: *fumbling for the last word* How dare-
Percy: *speed walking past to get his siblings* Oh hush child of the ninth branch of the 18th house. You're in the presence of the fourth branch of the 10th house
Pansy: *facepalms*
Lily’s Ghost That Haunts Them 4
(Fifth Year Golden Trio Era)
Seamus: Fuck, fuck, fuck! *running for his life*
Dean: Don’t look back! Don’t look back! *racing after him*
Neville: *following after in tears* I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!
Hermione: *the one tugging him to keep you* You can’t believe?! What about me? I can’t die like this! I haven’t graduated yet!
Harry: *stumbling as he runs backwards try to calm a fuming Ron* N-now Ronnie. It was j-just a joke. Just a joke! *trips over his feet* ITS A JOKE!
Ron: *looks like an off brand Poison Ivy* I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BASTARDS!! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!
Flitwick: *watching them as he drink his tea* Ah to be young again.*Pause for a minute* Now where did I see this before?
(Fifth Year Marauders Era)
Sirius: Fuck! *running for his life*
Severus: Oh by jovi *races after him*
Peter: Why god, why? *in tears following*
Remus: You idiots! *is the one tugging him along*
James: L-Lily, my love! It w-was just a joke! was*stumbling as he runs backwards until he trips* IT WAS JUST A JOKE!
Lily: *an off brand Poison Ivy* BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
Flitwick: *watching them as he drinks his tea* Ah to be young again.
Sacred 28 vs Sacred 28 2
(Dining Hall At Lunch Time)
Hermione: *flops her down at the Griffindor’s dining bench heavily* I can not find anything about the 28 in the library.
Ron: *corrects her mindlessly* Sacred 28, not to be mistaken for the 28th Māori or the Sacred 28th
Dean: The Māori?
Ron: Yeah, the 28th. Battalion Māori. *mumbles* Technically Māori is between the 28th n’ Battalion if you want to get anal about it.
Lavender: *distracted by her Astronomy homework and not paying attention to the topic* There’s a difference ?
Ron: *knows as pure-blood, she was taught this in homeschool and stares at her blankly* Lav…please…
Lavender: *hums mindlessly*
Parvati: *sighs and facepalms*
Blaise: Of course there is. One has to do with muggles in WW2 and the other is the beginning of magic *passing by*
Ron: Thanks!
Blaise: *gives him awkward finger guns*
Seamus: How would you know?
Blaise: It affected the people on my mother’s side. You know the Greeks, North African and Italian campaigns? We had family members apart of it.
Seamus: *tilts his head at his words in thought then gains foot in mouth syndrome* Is this because you’re black?
Gryffindor: *takes turns smacking him* Seamus!
Blaise: I’m full Italian, thank you. *looks down at Seamus then smirks a Ron* Well there is a bit of Portuguese from father of course. First born to the Portuguese Seventh son of the Seventh son and the Italian Seventh Daughter of the Seventh Daughter.
Ron: *stares at him in enamored, star-struck awe*
Harry: *suddenly feels threatened and clings to Ron, hissing at the Slytherin student*
Hermione: *Done with everyone’s shit and still wanting to know what is the Sacred 28 vs The Sacred 28* Honestly!
Lily’s Ghost That Haunts Them 3
Herbology class
Ron: *trying to stuff a huge seed down Draco’s throat* Son of a-
Blaise: *panicking as he tries to stop him but is also impressive with the guts Ron has to do this in front of the teacher* Weasley please!
Professor Sprout: *Not really paying attention as she goes around the classroom, interacting with the other students* Evan’s, stop trying to force the Devil’s Snare seed down Malfoy’s throat. *points at Harry and Neville* Potter, Lupin, can you Snape with those two?
Harry: *having an internal mental breakdown at the thought of his mother might being worst then his father.*
Neville: *giving the other boy a side eye before going to help Blaise*
Lily’s Ghost That Haunts Them 2
(In the Gryffindor’s Common Room)
Ron: *is standing in front of a wall covered with moving pictures of the exclusive pure-blood duels throughout Hogwarts* Hmmm…
Harry: *laying down on the couch, face down*
Hermione: *taking frantic notes as she sits on Harry’s back* Fascinating, I didn’t know Hogwarts had so many mock battles throughout the years!
Ron: *ominous* Not mocking. It was a duel to the death-
Harry: *let out a loud groan of dismay *
Ron: Of the person’s reputation all throughout- Are you okay Harry?
Gryffindors in the Room: *watches them warily*
Professor McGonagall: *chuckling, remembering Lily Evans doing the same thing in her fifth year as Sirius Black took notes before preparing to go off to war* Ah, this bring me back…
A 7th year: Professor?
McGonagall: I remember one Lily Potter, née Evans, doing exactly the same thing as Mr Ron Weasley before taking the Duel Tournament by storm. She would have won too…if Flitwick hadn’t join in the last minute. *sighs in disappointment* At least they tied.
Gryffindors: *remembers that Flitwick placed in 2nd in all of Europe in Dueling* Oh dear…
Lily's Ghost That Haunts Them
Ron:*Standing in front of Harry with a broken leg, mangle arm from being bit and ready to throw down* You wanna go bro? You wanna go down?! I can take you! Kick your arse! You wanna kill Harry? Y'all got to kill us all! Come at me you lily-white, ugly arse-
Harry:*panicking, trying to get Ron to sit and off his broken leg* Oh fucking Merlin! Ron! Ron! No bad Ron! *Struggling* Calm down please!
Ron: No balls, nipples hanging, skinny twink!
Sirius: *having multiple horrifying flashbacks to when Lily Evans starting fights in righteous anger over her friends all throughout Hogwarts with James Potter trying to calm her down in a panic*
Sirius: Welp…I lived an okay life.
Ron: I don’t need a bloody wand to-
Hermione: *covering her face in embarrassment and fear* Shhhh Ron, no, please! Stop egging the bloody serial killer! Ronald!
Ron: *lets out a scream as he tackles a shrieking Sirius*
Remus/Severus/Peter: *Flashback to when 4’9 first year Lily taking on a guy twice her height and weight….and winning* Bloody fuck…
Goblet Of Fire Meets Musical
“Let me go! Let me go!”
Harry’s head shot up in alarm at a very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he hadn’t talk to in three days.
“I bloody swear George!” Four seats down from where he sat, stood Ron Weasley (the very boy…them? Ron once mention that he didn’t feel much like a boy a year ago as they shared the bed in the nurse’s infirmary. Both completely tired and full of trauma that was Harry’s father and friends drama; clutching onto each other over close calls.) struggling against his brothers. Pearly white teeth bared in hot coals of inferno rage. Freckles that Harry love to count during History of Magic disappearing under burgundy red blush. “Fred! Get Off! I’ll tell mum! I will, you’ll see!”
The green eyed teen, now know as the fourth campion in the triwizard tournament, quickly struggled to get up on his feet. Unadulterated panic ran throughout his veins to his weak heart (anything that made his Best Friend cry out send him into a frenzy) as if it was in a race. Gasps of shock and whispers of confusion filled the half full dinner hall. His eyes never leaving the struggling form of the youngest Weasley son even as his large heavy glasses start to slide off his face.
“Come now Ronnnie!” George cackled pulling his little brother closer.
“We just want a bit of a chat.” Fred tittered with what sounded to malice glee to onlookers’ discomfort. “Truly ickle Ronnikins! You act like-”
“We’re going to do something untowards! How cruel.”
“How boarish.”
“Hurts. Right here.”
“In the heart.”
“But being cruel is what he’s good at, ain’t he Gred?” Fred asked in mock jest as he starts to pull out what looked to be one of the twins new product. Ron’s electric blue eyes widened as they start to glow white in fear, his struggling becoming frantic. “Being jealous of our poor little Potter.”
Ron stilled in confusion. Harry watched as pale chapped pink lips mouthing the word ‘jealous’.
“That there, you be right Feorge.” George agreed grabbing his captive brother’s chin tightly. Glee filled his body as it always done at the thought of playing a tiny prank at their bother. “Maybe he can pent a bit by helping us with this new product?”
“Oh yes my dearest twin. What an excellent idea! Come Lil’ickle Ronnikins! Help us test out our new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Party sing n’ dance!”
Ron let out a shout of terror as he renew his tussle to get away from his childhood tormentors. He refuses to be a guinea pig for them once again against his will. Electric blue eyes, nearly white, looked around for help. He could see couple of students from the other schools race out of their seats to get to him from the laughing Slytherin and gossiping Ravenclaw tables. Even Harry (probably realizing that sending the twins at him like a pack of bloodhounds was a bad idea. For being jealous. Jealous! Honestly, where did he get that idea? Jealous.) was staggering their way.
“Hé! Laissez-le partir!” A red wine haired teenager girl from Beauxbaton snarled as she snarled. She whipped out her reddish-gray wand and called out a spell. “Libération!”
Everyone waited with bated breath as pastel red flash of energy shot out of the girl’s wand and hit the closes arm. They watch as Fred’s arm spasm, causing the large truffle size ball to smack into the youngest male Weasley’s cheekbone. Watched as it exploded and cover all three males in a bright nova colored cloud. Red wine haired teen let out a surprised squeal as she clasps her hands to her mouth in shame.
“Ron!” Harry cried out, floundered toward them impulsively. His only thought was to get to his sunset red haired boy. “Ron talk to me!”
Coughing was his only answer.
That was before a gust of heat like an oven pulse out as fire flared out to the ceiling. The students closes to the fire screech out, scrambling to get away. Harry himself took a few steps back, eyes blinking in discomfort. Once his eyes stop watering, he took in the sight of Ron’s hair doing its best to be a forest fire.
(“My family is blessed with fire.” Ron mumbled into his chest, sleep dancing in his voice. The slightly older boy rubbed his face into the other’s over-baggy pajama shirt. “Da’s da was said to be *yawn* from the third branch of the great Bear Queen. Fire has power over us in sum. Drag still hur’ thou.”
“Third branch?” Harry asked with a softest of tone, eyes to heavy with the sandman’s dreamer magic.
“Third child that had child of their own. ‘Tis a pure-blood thingy. Gotta be strong string to magik thou.”
“Hmm…”)
“You…” Ron snarled, hair getting brighter.
“Now Ronnie…” Fred stammered as he took a clumsy step backward, pulling George with him. “Let’s be calm?”
The younger twin squeaked as he clung to the other’s arm. “I thought only Charlie and Percy could do that.”
“Not now Georgie.”
“Ah, right Freddie.”
Soon an eerie sound of music filled the air.
The room started to darkened and chill.
Not a sound came from the only students and staff in the room as Ron took a calculated step towards his beloved brothers. His usually sweet, joyful face was now cold and stone. Eyes no longer glowing white with fear but with hot blue hell fire.
“It seems, difficult brothers will take advantage of my good nature.” Was hissed out, sending a shudder through all. A hand (a bruise starting to form at its wrist) slowly raises towards the cowering six years. “So lets lock them up.”
The fire from the fourth year’s hair slithered down his neck, across his arm and out his fingers like snakes. Zooming to the air as if it was a hawk diving for its prey. Fred and George screamed as the flames became solid, wrapping around them like rope.
“Throw away the key! I bet there’s one on every tree.” Lyrics coldly being song out through Ron’s lips. Allowing everyone to feel the anger, the hatred and the completely done emotion that was swirling like a whorlpool within the singer’s body.
Memorized by what was happening in front of him, Harry jumped as someone grabbed his robes. His head snapped to look behind him to see Hermione watching with horror.
“Ungrateful!” Came tearing out of Fred’s throat.
George followed after; “Hateful!”
“Vile too!” They sang together in stress.
Ron could feel his eyes roll as if he was playing a role in a story that he had no control over. He was enraged, that much was true but to embarrass his brothers like this? Well…he wasn’t the twins themselves. They were the arses and cruel ones in the family. He should know…fourteen years was enough to see that. “The thing they put me through. Break my spirit as they play! Making me into a silly display. Maybe you’d called wholesome play…”
Tears slowly snuck into his eyes.
“But I’ll call it cruel.” A sob threatened to escape from him; “Cruel love.”
Unwilling to breakdown and become even more of a laughing stock, Ron pulled out his own wand. With a shuddering gasp of air, he summoned the rest of the product. He knew that those….he didn’t know what to call them at the moment. Not that it matters to him right now. He was just too tired for this shite.
“I bloody hope you two know how to handle a sodding lawsuit in case some poor sod is allergic.”
Fred shaking his head to clear, he couldn’t help but question his brother. “Whatcha mean?”
Ron shot five looking truffles into the air, exclaiming; “Vehemens Ventus!”
The room bellow as the spell hit the products. A strong gust that could be considered as a tornado ravaged the arena. Smoke covering their eyes like a dense black fog and filled their lungs, suffocating like an uncontrollable forest fire.
“You want to play arseholes?” The cause of the chaos inquired forbidding. Blue flames glare at the trembling forms of the ones that started the path of the chaos causer. “ Hahaha fine. Game on…bitches.”