It didn't take Ron long to read through the letter. It took a bit longer for the cold shiver to stop running down his spine. He knew, though, knew just as he had last time, that there's no where else he'd be but right at Harry's side during all of it.
His eyes fell on the small framed photograph near his elbow and watched Leila's image giggle as his photographic self tickled her tummy. Things had changed since the last time the fight had come to them. He had a daughter now - but all that meant was that there was even more to fight for.
Reaching over, he dipped his quill into the ink and paused over the parchment. A slightly wicked grin crossed his face and he started to write.
Harry,
Sorry mate. Reckon you didn't read the fine print on the best mate contract, yeah? Clearly stated that you only get one war or other Fight With Doom per and you've already used it up.
Care to renegotiate the terms? I've heard my agent's a decent sort.