Roonil Wazlib is burping slugs again (babittyrabitty) wrote in hallowed_times, @ 2012-11-25 16:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Corridor in the West Wing of Hogwarts
Summary: Ron remembers his brother.
Rating: Low
"Why did you ask me to meet you here, George?"
George had brought along another set of trinkets for Ron to pass out among the student population. There were tricks and illness-inducing beans and draughts of every size, shape and color imaginable. Ron had to admit that his brother was a genius, and not only that, he was still able to maintain his sanity (or insanity) even after everything they'd been through. Ron accepted the box and watched as George turned to leave.
Before he took the corner, he glanced back at Ron and said, "You know this is where Freddy died, right?"
Ron was stunned into silence. He had specifically told all his friends to never again mention his dead brother's name. He wasn't sure he would be able to maintain his composure if they did. And here was George, who had the most powerful connection with Fred, as his twin, just spewing out his name and the fact that he was dead as if it was no big deal. Ron wasn't sure if he was going to cry or punch the living day lights out of George. But his brother seemed to notice his discomfort and said, "I love you, Ronnie. Tell Gin I love her too. See you both soon." And then he was gone.
Ron remained motionless in his spot, holding that ridiculous box of shite that George had given him. Whatever was inside didn't matter any more when faced with the reality of Fred's death. So far, Ron had managed to stay strong during this whole thing, but there was really only so much he could take. He hadn't wanted to know where his brother had died for this very reason. And now, he was standing in the midst of it all. He didn't even dare to look around.
The sound of the box dropping to the floor echoed all around him, and Ron too slid down to the floor beside it. His head in his hands, he couldn't help the images that flashed across his mind. This whole week had been one giant whirlwind of activity. It had made him forget that his brother was dead and that he would never see him again. But just like that, the realization of it all came right back to him like a kick to the stomach. His brother. He'd called him a git so many times for playing one prank or another on him, and those were the memories he was regretting now. Sure, Fred might have deserved it then, but Ron still loved him. Maybe if he'd only gotten the chance to tell him before...
"I love you too," he whispered to the air around him. And finally broke down crying.