Disclaimer: I only own the voices inside their heads.
A/N: a little weird, thought it up during church.
Ron leaned back into the living room chair, stretching his long legs in
front of him. As he snuggled into the couch he began to wonder how his
mother was going to explain it all. His family had been left in the dark
for a whole year now. And at the ripe old age of 16, Ron, being by Harry's
side through the whole thing, had gone through more hell than the rest
of them. Watching Neville Longbottom die wasn't something everyone had
On his left, the twins were both whispering to one another, a solemn look
covering both of their faces. It was disheartening seeing those two like
that. Sighing, Ron looked around the room, watching Ginny for a moment
as she rocked back and forth staring at her hands. She hadn't been the
same since Diggory's death.
Percy was sitting rigidly on the couch with his two older brothers reading
through reports. If Ron had thought Percy had been passionate about his
work before, it was nothing compared to now. Since the general panic that
had swept the wizarding world after Ron's fourth year, Percy had thrown
himself into his work, almost as if he worked harder it'd all go away.
Charlie was lounging in-between Bill and Percy flipping through a magazine
without really reading it. Ron knew it had been frustrating for Charlie...not
being at Hogwarts on the night of the third task, much less not being
in the country. Since then he had pretty much continually popped into
the Burrow every week, something Ron knew must've been tiring to him,
more mentally than physically.
Bill, on the other hand, had completely moved back to England. He was
willing to take on whatever Dumbledore threw at him. But was now sitting
next to Ron biting his cuticles off.
The whole clan was settled in the living room to hear from Mrs. Weasley
what exactly had gone on...Ron realized for the first time that his siblings
were all going to know about Sirius in a minute. With another sigh, Ron
picked up Standard Book of Spells Year 6, and began on chapter four. With
a smirk he thought of how proud Hermione would be knowing he was actually
studying for the year ahead. One did have to be prepared.
"I suppose I should talk to you lot now," Mrs. Weasley said as she walked
into the living room. Nervously, she pressed down her apron and looked
around at her children as she took a seat, completing the circle of seats
around the room.
"As you know, Fudge will killed last night," she continued. Ginny stopped
twitching but still stared at her hands. Both twins looked at their mother,
their conversation stopping instantly. Percy gently placed his work down
as Charlie dropped the magazine on the floor. Bill folded his hands and
stared at his mother. Ron continued to read. No one noticed.
"I think it's important now, for you kids to know the truth, with Fudge
gone, many things are going to change, everything will be much more open.
So, let's start with the small stuff. Sirius Black," she said with a small
tremble, meeting her children's eyes, "He's innocent. Dumbledore trusts
him, Harry trusts him, so-"
"What do you mean he's innocent?" Charlie demanded sitting up. The others
wore similar looks of alarm.
"Well, he apparently didn't kill those Muggles and his other friend Peter
did. I'm not really sure why, Dumbldore hasn't had the time to explain-"
Ron interrupted, "Peter Pettigrew. It turns out he was the Potter's secret
keeper, not Sirius."
"How do you know that?" Percy asked forcefully, "Pettigrew is dead."
"No, he's not," Ron replied calmly looking up from his book, resigned
to these facts by now, "He's alive. It's a long story. Basically-James
Potter, Sirius Black, Pettigrew, and Professor Lupin were all friends
when they were in Hogwarts. Lupin's a werewolf-" here he paused for a
moment as Ginny and his mother both gasped and George dropped the pen
he was holding- "So his three best friends became Animagus so they could
hang out with him during the full moon. Pettigrew was a rat. Scabbers
to be exact-" this time he paused for the women to shriek and for Percy
to jump up- "and he was the traitor. When Black 'blew up' the street,
it was actually Pettigrew who did it, and just as it happened, he cut
off his finger to be found and escaped as a rat. And only Sirius, Pettigrew,
and the Potters knew he was the secret keeper. With no one to speak for
Sirius, he was locked up." With that, Ron went back to his book.
"So- Harry trusts Black?" Bill asked after a moment.
"We all do," Ron replied, "He was living in a cave outside of Hogsmeade.
To keep on eye on Harry all through our fourth year and part of the last
one. We visited him up there every Hogsmeade trip, he's living off of
rats so we were sending him food after that."
"Where's he now?" Bill asked.
"At Professor Lupin's."
"The werewolf's?" Fred asked.
"He's at Professor Lupin's," Ron repeated a little more testily that time.
The matter was dropped.
"Well," Mrs. Weasley continued more than a little shaken now, "I suppose
that was the little stuff. Now-well-most of you know, but-"she closed
her eyes, not wanting to hurt her children like this. She took a deep
breath to spit it out.
"Voldemort killed Neville." There was a gasp around the room as all heads
turned to stare at Ron, who was still involved with his book, "You heard
me," he repeated, "Voldemort killed him. Not some animal from from Hagrid's
"You-you said his name," Ginny whispered, the first noise she had made
"Yeah, I got over the big fear thing about the time I realized he's probably
going to be the one to kill me," Ron replied sarcastically.
"Ron!" his mother exclaimed.
"What Mum?" he asked standing up, "What? You don't want me to say something
that's probably true? I'm Harry Potter's best friend, and if he's fighting,
I'm fighting right there with him, and if he's not fighting, then I'm
fighting to protect him anyway. Voldemort hates us-me, Harry, and Hermione-to
think even one of us is going to get through this alive is nothing short
of a lie. And if one of them dies, or even worse, both of them, there's
not going to be much of a point in me sticking around anyway."
With that, Ron picked up his book and stormed up to his room. His family
could hear the door slam all the ways downstairs.
For a while Ron laid on his bed and listened. After a moment he could
hear Ginny began to cry. The twins began to whisper again, Charlie was
asking Bill more details about what had just happened, Percy's quill could
be heard scratching against his work.
But Ron was restless now. His speech to his family just made him realize
what had been gnawing at the back of his mind for the past four weeks.
He moved over to his dresser and began.
Dear Hermione- (that seemed like a good start)
How's your summer been? Mine's been kind of - (to peppy)
So have you gone to visit Vick - (don't bring that up again you idiot)
(Just write what you feel)
I miss you. (Good Weasley) The summer's not the same without
you here to bug me about homework. (Keep it light but not too light)
It's weird not having anyone to talk to about this-you know, Voldemort
Mum told the rest of the family about Sirius. It's strange having other
people know after so long. She tried to tell them about Voldemort but
I beat her to it. I kind of-I kind of freaked out on them, (Don't
tell her that.)
I went into this speech about how I'm going to fight, and we'll probably
die (oh right, this is a cheery note, start over again you big prat)
and it just made me realize that one of us-me you and Harry-we can't
all make it out of this alive. (stop it. you don't let Hermione know
your biggest fears. What do you think you're-) And it also made me
realize that I couldn't stand it if you weren't there with me, I mean,
with you being Muggle-born, I just don't know what I'd do without you-(smooth
Weasley, why don't you just tell her you like her?)
Hermione, I like you, I mean I really like you. Like, as more than
as a friend. And I understand if you don't care about me, or if you just
don't want me, of if you're still with Vicke-Victor, and you can just
feel free to ignore this whole letter in general, I just really wanted
to let you know how I feel.
(At least apologize for spilling your guts to her.)
Before he could think about it too much, Ron sealed the note, addressed
it, and sent it off with Pig. Sighing, he laid face first onto his bed.
(WHAT DID YOU JUST DO??)
"Shut up," he mumbled to the annoying voice inside his head. He had just
told his family he expected to die, and he had just told his best friend
he was in love with her. And those were the least of his problems.