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Ronald Bilius Weasley
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Name: Ronald Bilius Weasley; Ron
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Residence: The Burrow
Year: 7th
Blood: Pure blood
Wand: 14 inches, willow, containing 1 unicorn tail hair. (It might be ash...0.o)
Appearance: Just one little fact about Ron explains his appearance almost entirely. The slightly ruffled, trademark red hair, blazing in it's vibrance, sets him apart from the rest of the world as a Weasley. Simply put, he's not an average teenager when it comes to appearance. Well, he is around Hogwarts, considering there have been, within the last few years, almost more Weasleys than there are professors gracing the halls of the school.
Ron's eyes are light brown, and more often than not they are open windows to what he is feeling. He wears his heart on his sleeve like many Gryffindors, and the most affected part of his face is always his eyes. His bright red eyebrows, rather bushy, can furrow very deeply, or shoot straight up to the roots of his hair when he is surprised. His eyes sparkle, although not with the keenest intelligence. He is very often confused, and when he is, his boyish lips with form into a very deep frown. His long, freckle-covered nose will wrinkle with disgust whenever he sees or thinks of something he doesn't like.
Many Gryffindors, younger and older alike, have found themselves looking up to Ron Weasley, quite literally. He is extremely tall, standing at almost 6'3", and very, very lanky. Freckles cover his gangly body almost from head to toe. His hands are quite large, as are his feet, making him often appear rather clumsy. Although he's hardly a klutz, he seems to walk with an "awkward sort of teenaged grace." Anybody who could truly explain the way his feet just kind of seem to be 'tripping' over each other when he runs or walks quickly is truly gifted with words. Being such a lanky quidditch player, it is no surprise that he weighs about 193lbs.
In fact, there are quite a few features that are affected by playing as keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. His skin is relatively fair, but tanned just slightly. The sun, which has already caused freckles to explode over several places on his body, has worked it's way into his skin in such a way that could give truer meaning to the phrase "kissed by the sun." Despite his very gangling features, Ron is also very lean. He gets quite a lot of running around done in his years, what with helping to stop evil minions of the resident dark lord steal vibrant red stones and being dragged by huge black dogs into mysterious haunted houses.
Ron is not very strict with his Hogwarts uniform at all, and is sometimes reprimanded by Hermione or the teachers for wearing his tie loose, his robes open, his shirt untucked, or countless other things that can mess up such a strict style.
Ron finds muggle clothing, for the most part, to be a total mystery. Of every wizarding fashion he can think of, nothing compares to the complete and utter strangeness of the muggle styles such as goth or punk. That isn't to say that wizards are entirely separated from muggle culture when it comes to fashion. Indeed, Ron usually wears plain muggle, light-blue jeans and dark colored sweaters or t-shirts when he has the chance to get out of his school uniform. He tends to stick to dark, earthy colors such as brown or blue. The color he really despises is maroon. He still wears the maroon sweaters his mother makes for him because they are unique, and are among his few possessions that are actually entirely his.
On maroon though, it's a rather important color. It's color Ron's face turns when he is angry, or, more specifically rather, the back of his neck and ears. Though his entire face will turn blotchy red and furious when something is done or said to upset him, the most obvious bit is the bright red that'll tinge his ears. This also happens when he is embarrassed or flustered.
Ron is the ultimate image of a slob. He eats too quickly, too often, and too much. Though he never seems to gain any weight from it, remaining as lanky and gangly as ever due to his high metabolism and constant action. He is often covered in spots of dirt, or food, or some equally messy and more or less disgusting substance. He doesn't particularly care about his appearance, unless he is forced to wear something extraordinarily ugly like the marroon dress robes his mother bought for his birthday...she said they brought out his eyes. Ron seriously believed that she had been colorblind.
Personality: In short, Ron is the comic relief of the Gryffindor Trio.
He doesn't mean to be all that funny, most of the time, it's simply that the way he says things always comes out as a witty, sarcastic remark. The problem is, he isn't the brightest light in the kitchen. Whereas most males are simply clueless about the ways with girls, Ron is clueless about everything. He doesn't get it when furtive glances are passed around, and he certainly doesn't get anything unless it's being blatantly spelled out for him.
Despite this, though, Ron is a very noble person. He often makes silly disicions, but he makes them with the best intentions in mind. When he makes a mistake, he refuses to admit that it was stupid and will press that he did it with 'the best intentions'. He is usually later reminded that "the road to hell is often paved with good intentions." One such mistake he makes very often is misjudging people. Because he is so stubborn, he refuses to give up first impressions. People such as Professor Snape of potions are often subject to his 'who do we blame this weeks mysterious trouble on' game.
Ron is subject to what is known as the 'famous Weasley temper.' Of course, it is no surprise. His fierce words and hot-headed actions spring up at the most unfortunate times. He gets angry at the slightest of things, having trouble understanding the greater depths behind other people's actions. He isn't afraid to rush into hurting those who piss him off. When somebody angers him, he will not hesitate to resort to violence because he simply isn't very good at coming up with something witty to say. He doesn't take to well to people mentioning the fact that he is poor, or a Weasley, and he absolutely loathes the word that people like Malfoy call people like Hermione.
Which, of course, brings up the subject of moral beliefs and political ideals. Ron grew up constantly hearing about the famous Harry Potter and how he had defeated the evil Dark Lord. Everything was simple, completely black and white. There were the good guys, and then there were the bad guys. Even today that simply mindset has not changed. This is, perhaps, why Ron is so quick to judge on first impressions. When Snape was cruel to Harry, who Ron knew as the ultimate good guy, Snape became the bad guy. Evil. Coming from this belief is a very firm, deep feeling of prejudice against all things with a dark reputation; such as Slytherins, for example.
But with his hatred for Slytherins there is a sympathetic nature for all those who have been caught on the serpents' bad side. His mother always told him not to judge people, and so Ron doesn't. At least, he doesn't believe that he does. When he sees a Slytherin he does not truly believe that he is judging them, rather, he simply sees them as all the same and has not yet realized this seriously hipocritical flaw. But he doesn't judge muggle borns or half bloods, nor, he has shown, will he judge a person after he has gotten to know them and then learns something he did not know before. For example, by the time Ron learned that Hagrid was a half-giant, Ron had learned to befriend him. Though he over reacted a bit upon learning of Hagrid's true nature, he held firm to the idea that the half-giant is his friend.
In his fifth year, Ron showed his best friends, Harry and Hermione, a characteristic that they had not seen before. When Harry and Hermione confronted him with the idea of taking care of Grawp, he immediately rejected. In his eyes, he didn't see this as betraying Hagrid, he saw it as staying alive. In a way, this was a selfish and prejudice on his part. He didn't want to take care of a giant because his immediate thought was that he would kill them. In a 'final moment of truth,' Ron showed that he didn't truly trust Hagrid very much. Ever since meeting Aragog, Ron has had a certain vendetta against Hagrid. Upon learning that he wanted Ron to help Harry and Hermione take care of a fully-grown giant, his prejudice against creatures non-human became evident.
Ron has showed several times that he is a naturally jealous person, but not so much as in his fourth year when Harry was chosen as triwizard champion...when he shouldn't have. Although Ron knew Harry wouldn't possibly have added his name to the Goblet of Fire (without telling him), he still got extremely angry. He wasn't angry at Harry, exactly, but he that's who he took his anger out on. He was angry because he felt like second best. All of his life Ron has been cast in the shadow of his older brothers and younger sister. Now that he had found a best friend who includes him in all of the adventures, he has found himself cast aside once again. He does not enjoy being labelled a sidekick. He wants to be the best for once.
When Ron was made prefect instead of Harry, he hid his pleasure. He hid it because he didn't want to be teased or picked on. He secretly wished that Fred and George would have just been proud of his accomplishment, but he felt rather smug, almost. For once in his life he had accomplished something that those who usually got more attention than he hadn't. That isn't to say that Ron respected Harry any less. In fact, at that moment Ron felt as if the two were now equals. That made him grow doubly angry whenever somebody tried to call him a sidekick.
When people are around Ron, they notice his sense of humor, his temper, and his jealousy. What only a few people have seen, however, is his willingness to sacrifice himself for what he believes in and, more importantly, those who are most important to him. He showed this in his first year when he risked death at the face of a giant chess Queen in order to help Harry and Hermione go on. When it comes to the last strike of a dangerous situation, he recognizes his place as second best and does all he can to encourage his best friend to take his spot in the spot light. Though he is grudging to admin it, he knows that in some ways he is much better off than Harry. More and more recently Ron has even began to feel less jealous of the fame, although he still wants to be recognized.
But even though Ron wants to be recognized, he doesn't expect very much of himself. Last year, Ron was afraid to show off his Quidditch skills because he feared that Fred and George would see that even when he did his best, he didn't do very well. Under the pressure of wanting to prove how well he can do, Ron becomes far too focused on those around him in order to do his best. He continues to fail at doing what he can to the best quality because he fears that when he reaches the ends of his abilities, people will still expect more of him.
Cannons. Oh dear, no sane person wants to get Ron started on the Canons. His room is adorned in bright orange wall paper and Quidditch posters. Even though this team is not very good and hardly ever wins, he follows them faithfully. He is a loyal person, and a huge sports fan. Ron loves quidditch. It's his pastime. It's the one thing that he is really, really good at. He is irked that Harry is better than him. He feels like that is the one thing that he could have that Harry didn't, and when Harry got seeker in first year, Ron was naturally very jealous. He felt it was more evened out when he was made a prefect and Harry wasn't. But that's got nothing to do with his love -no, not a strong enough word- his obsession with the Canons and all things Quidditch.
Ron is rather lazy, accademically. He doesn't work very hard in any of his classes, feeling as if he can rely on Hermione to do all of the work instead. He also doesn't worry that much about his classes, at least not enough that it shows. When exams start to come around, though, Ron will start reading more and spending a bit more time in the library. He still expects Hermione to give him the notes and help him, though, because he trusts her...very, very much. He trusts in her loyalty and the fact that she loves him and Harry enough to help them out even when they don't really deserve it.
In defense against the dark arts, charms, and transfigurations, Ron does pretty alright. He's nowhere near as good as Harry when it comes to power, and he never is able to get anything on the first try like Hermione, but nevertheless he is a decent student. Talk about potions, though, and that's a whole different student. Maybe if it weren't for Snape, the slimey git, Ron would get better grades in potions. As it is, he gets mostly Ps and Ds simply because he loathes Snape with a passion, and has taken to loathing potions as well. Though he'd never admit it, Ron kind of enjoys divination. It's not the subject matter itself that he enjoys ("load of bloody rubbish this all is"), but the time he gets to spend making up wild predictions with Harry. It's the fact that it gives both he and Harry something to laugh about. Something that they don't have to share with Hermione, because Ron is very jealous of the fact that Harry and Hermione have shared adventures together without him.
In care of magical creatures, Ron tries his best. But like every sane student at Hogwarts, he is just a bit afraid of Hagrid's obsession with 'cuddly' creatures. Especially since their second year at Hogwarts when Hagrid advised Harry and Ron to 'follow the spiders.' More than anything, Ron is afraid of spiders, and that entire situation has left Ron more than just a little bit scared. He loathes spiders, and the two people who he affiliates most with spiders are Hagrid and Fred. Hagrid because of the events that happened the night Ron met Aragog, and Fred because of the 'teddy-bear incident.'
The biggest thing about Ron, though, is not his cluelessness, or jealousy, or loyalty, or bravery, or slobbery, or laziness, or hidden fears. The biggest thing about who Ron is, all around, is his devotion. He is devoted to what he feels is important: friendship, the greater good, and simplicity. Ron is a Weasley, and being a Weasley means caring about family, and being Ronald Weasley, family often means quite a bit more than simply whose blood runs through whose veins.
History: March 1, 1980. The days started out quite hectic when Molly Weasley went into labor early on in the morning. She was rushed to St. Mungos by her husband, Arthur, and followed closely by her five sons. When Ronald was born, the family was happy but constantly worried. The threat of Voldemort was very, very real, and the thought of having so many children in a time of such peril struck fear into the hearts of Molly and Arthur.
On a small farm, not far away from Ottery St. Catchpoll, a very large, poor family lived their humble lives in a magical house. This house, called the Burrow, was a symbol of love, covered in photographs and faded memorabilia from the past. Ron, named Ronald Bilius Weasley, grew up in a home where he was constantly smothered with love. Yet somehow, it didn't seem as if he got all that much attention.
On November 2, 1981, Arthur Weasley came home from work at the Minister of Magic stunned and silent. He slapped the Daily Prophet down on the table, startling Molly and their newborn girl, Ginevra. When Molly saw the headline she merely fainted. News had it that Voldemort was gone, destroyed from a baby not more than fifteen months old. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The next day there was a huge celebration at the Burrow. No more worries, the Weasleys thought. War is over.
As time passed on and Ron grew older, he became subject to several pranks from his elder brothers, Fred and George, the terrible twins. In 1983, when Ron had just turned three years old, he accidentally broke Fred's toy broom. Fred, in retaliation, turned Ron's favorite teddy bear into a spider. Traumatized, Ron didn't talk to his older brother for a full three hours. He sulked in his room. But the first moment he saw a spider he screamed bloody murder and rushed into his parents bedroom.
Ever since then, Ron has been deathly afraid of spiders. He hates them...the way they can crawl around on eight scrawny legs. He hates the way they look, the way they scuttle across surfaces or hunker down on webs to catch their prey.
The rest of his childhood, up until age eleven, was spent watching as his elder brothers grew up and went to Hogwarts. He was jealous of Charlie, prefect, quidditch captain. Nearly the best seeker Gryffindor house had had in several, several years. He was jealous of Bill, prefect, head boy. He was jealous of Percy, who got top marks in every single on of his classes, and then made prefect upon Ron's first year at Hogwarts. He was jealous of Fred and George, trouble makers and wreakers of havoc and chaos everywhere. He was jealous of Ginny, who got so darned much attention just because she was the only girl in the family...aside from Molly, of course.
He was jealous of this Harry Potter kid, a hero who his parents would sometimes tell him about. The legend from all of the history books that Percy quoted from. In Percy's first year he mentioned a lot about Harry Potter...how he had saved the world by simply staring down the Dark Lord as a baby, with vibrat green eyes. There were pictures in history books of the baby, and though they were most always in black and white, Ron could see the sheer...something...in his eyes. What that something was, he didn't know.
So imagine his pure and utter amazement when he realized he was in the same year as this Harry Potter kid. He was excited, and proud too, because none of his brothers could claim to be friends with a famous person. When Ron met Harry he didn't quite see what he'd expected. Ron had expected some rich, spoiled kid who still somehow had a heart. What he found, though, was a completely bewildered child in muggle clothes that didn't fit him.
Ron's image of Harry Potter had always been one of brilliance, power and perfection. The boy that Ron knew was such a far cry from what he had believed he would find that he learned to separate Harry and Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Lived was still an icon to be admired and envied. Harry was his best friend, to be properly teased, loved (as a brother), and hung out with. As the years passed on, Ron would learn how to no longer differentiate the two.
Then there was Hermione. Bossy, snobby, girly know-it-all with her face always in a book and her mind on other people's business. How she ended up in Gryffindor was a mystery to Ron, and he loathed her. She was smart, brilliant-teacher's pet. She reprimanded him and made him feel like an idiot, so it was only natural that he spent as much time as he could talking about how annoying she was. In the meantime, Ron was sorted into Gryffindor house andmet all of his teachers.
Professor Snape made potions a living hell. He hated Harry for other reasons than the fact that the boy was a Gryffindor. They couldn't figure out why Snape hated Harry so much, so naturally they blamed the man for every spot of trouble that aroase. Soon he and Harry were both equally agreed. Snape was the villain and the best thing to do would be to slack off in his class because there was certainly no use to learn potions anyway.
Halloween came and went with a bang. Their defense against the dark arts professor, Professor Quirrel, ran into the Great Hall during the Halloween feast and screamed in terror about a troll in the dungeon. Ron knew about trolls...they were big, ugly, stupid creatures who would do anything they could to cause havoc and destruction. Kind of like Fred and George, in that sense. Anyway, Ron was all for going to the common room as they were advised when suddenly Harry brought something of annoying importance to his attention.
Hermione.
Earlier that day Ron had said something extremely mean about Hermione to Harry, and she had heard. When she'd not shown up at the Halloween feast, Ron could have cared less. In fact, he was happy that no one was there to bother him while he ate all of the delicious food that he possibly could. But he had overheard that Hermione was in the girls' labratory, crying. He felt guilty, and when Harry mentioned her, he knew they had no choice but to go save her. It was kind of like a 'damsel in distress' situation, except Ron abhorred the girl.
After locking Hermione in the bathroom with the troll for a few moments before realizing what they had done, Ron and Harry pulled of the most amazing rescue mission first years had ever pulled off (to Ron's knowledge, at least). It included Harry's wand being thrust up the nose of the wretched creature, as well as gaining only five points, but it was worth it. And what's more, it gained Ron and Harry Hermione's friendship, which proved to be quite useful in the homework department.
Aside from that, though, Harry later saw something very disturbing that led the newly-formed Gryffindor trio that Severus Snape was trying to get past the large three-headed dog that, for some mysterious reason, had residence to the third floor corridor (forbidden to students, of course, but that didn't stop them). Throughout the rest of the year they tried to dig information out of Hagrid (the groundskeeper). He wasn't the best keeper of secrets, so it wasn't that hard to do. By the end of the year they uncovered the mystery.
It was Quirrel who let the troll into the dungeons. It was Quirrel who had been trying, all year, to steal the Philosopher's Stone in order to revive his master, Lord Voldemort, to full life. Unfortunately the final confrontation between Harry and Voldemort lost the Gryffindor Quidditch Team the Quidditch House Cup. Harry had, earlier on in the year, been named as the youngest seeker in a century thanks to their enemy, Draco Malfoy's, arragont tactics.
When Ron went home that summer, Ginny would not shut up about Harry. She talked about him constantly, as if she knew him personally or something. She always asked him stupid questions such as 'what is Harry's favorite color?' and 'do you think I'll be able to meet Harry this year?' But Ron was too worried over the fact that Harry wasn't responding to any of the letters he sent out to bother with his sister's petty crush. He, Fred and George plotted out a rescue mission.
When the three arrived at Harry's house in Private Drive, Little Whinging, they were horrified to find that he had been locked in his room with bars on his window. Why there would need to be bars on a second-floor window was a mystery to them, but they rescued Harry and brought them back to their house. Harry told Ron about a mysterious house elf who had randomly shown up and told Harry not to go to Hogwarts. Ron told Harry to dismiss it. Such things are stupid and petty...the wretched creature probably belonged to Malfoy anyway.
The next two school years were both filled with excitement, adventure, and intrique. In his second year Ron watched as Harry was blamed for being the heir of Slytherin, and when his sister was taken deep within the pits of the castle, to the Chamber of Secrets, he, Harry, and their incompetant defense agains the dark arts professor (Professor Lockheart) set out (in Lockheart's case unwillingly) to save the youngest Weasley. In Ron's third year they discovered that the family rat, Scabbers, who had belonged to Percy before he became a prefect and got an owl, was actually an animagus. An escaped criminal, Sirius Black, actually proved himself to be Harry's godfather, and he had to escape on a stolen hippogryff after nearly being kissed by a Dementor (a being who takes pleasure in stealing the happiness from humans).
But it was in fourth year that life got pretty interesting. The year started off with a bang at the Quidditch world cup when Deatheaters made their appearance after more than fourteen years of silence. After that, things only went downhill. During the Beginning of Term Feast at Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore told them all about the Triwizard Tournament that would be taking place this year. Ron immediately wanted to join. This would be a way to prove himself to the family...
But only those who were seventeen or older could join, and so Ron's hopes were dashed. On the night that the Goblet of Fire gave out the names of those who would be competing, though, Harry's name was called. He wasn't supposed to compete...he was too young, and besides, Hogwarts already had a champhion-Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff. When Ron asked Harry that night how he had gotten into the tournament, Harry denied that he had.
Of course Ron realized that Harry couldn't have done it, subconsciously at least, but he was furious. He and Harry did not talk for several weeks, until the first task when Harry battled a dragon in front of the entire school. Hermione thought, for some reason, that it was hilarious when Ron and Harry made up. Ron didn't find it all that funny, and neither, he was glad to see, did Harry. Then for the second task Ron was used as bait...for Harry. When he found out about this afterwords, he felt honored. To realize that he was the person who mattered most to Harry meant a lot. It meant he had a true friend.
The third tournament was strange. Harry and Cedric both disappeared after reaching the golden cup in the middle of the maze in the quidditch field at the same time. Ron and Hermione had been the first ones on the field when they realized something was wrong. It was only ages later, when the sun was beginning to rise, that Harry and Cedric appeared on the grass. Harry's eyes were closed tightly, as if he were trying to make something disappear from his site. He grasped the Triwizard cup in one hand and Cedric's arm in the other. He was covered in blood, he was shaking, and Cedric was dead.
It was only later that Ron learned what happened. Voldemort had returned.
That summer, Ron's parents moved Ron and the family immediately from the Burrow to a strange house, the Black family house. Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place had once held fort to very dark wizards, but it was now the headquarters for a mysterious Order of the Phoenix, led by Dumbledore against the forces of darkness. Mainly Voldemort. Understandably, Ron was a bit furious to learn that Snape was in the Order. He was even more furious to learn that he couldn't tell Harry about any of what was happening to him. Hermione, too, had been swept over to Grimmauld Place.
Why wasn't Harry?
And then one day Remus Lupin and a few other Order members returned with Harry, who spent a good while shouting at him and Hermione. Ron felt torn, both annoyed that Harry didn't understand and understanding that he was thoroughly pissed. When Ron learned that he had made Gryffindor prefect, instead of Harry, he felt...right. He couldn't believe it. But Fred and George squandered his happiness the moment he saw the badge...ickle Ronnikins, they called him. Ickle prefect, just like Percy!
Ron didn't want to be reminded of Percy.
When school started, things only got worse. People left and right were proclaiming that Harry was insane, a liar. Ron felt once again cast aside, but now he was more worried about his friend, who seemed to be more and more angry with the world as time passed. To make matters worse, their defense against the dark arts professor for this year was a woman called Professor Umbridge. She was a sour note from the Ministry. If you don't follow us, you will face the consequences.
The only good thing that happened that year was when Ron made the quidditch team. And even then, Fred and George were constantly picking on him, badgering him. Ickle Ronnikins, they mocked. And then, as if things hadn't already bad enough, Harry, Fred, and George were all kicked off the team because of something that brat Malfoy said to provoke them into attempting to beat the crap out of him.
Hermione's idea for the DA seemed like a good one at first. Keep their mind off of trouble, he thought, it was remarkable. But things got complicated, and in the end, he, Hermione, Harry, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny were lured to the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, where Sirius was killed. Ron got attacked by a living brain though, and hardly remembers anything from that night.
The summer after fifth year was anything but boring. Harry spent some of the summer at the Burrow, but not all of it. Dumbledore put an emphasis on Harry staying with the Dursleys this year. Voldemort had returned, the world had now accepted that. The second war was about to begin. But no body expected it to begin with such a great bang. Death Eaters began killing immediately, and within two weeks Cornelius Fudge was kicked from his post as Minister of Magic and replaced by Rufus Scrimgeour.
Ron stayed at the Burrow with his family. Hermione came, and on July 13, Harry arrived at the Burrow as well. The next day they recieved their OWL results, and Ron wasn't too disappointed with his seven OWLs. Of course, Hermione did better than him, as always, but he felt good to know that Harry had gotten just as many OWLs as him. When August rolled around, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione went to Diagon Alley. They were just looking around the Weasley Wizard Wheezes, but then Harry said something about being suspicious of Malfoy and dragged them off. Ron could hardly believe it when Harry actually said he thought Malfoy had the Dark Mark on his arm. He didn't believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would have anything to do with Hogwarts students. But Harry was insistent.
By the time Hogwarts started, Ron had to attend Prefect meetings and felt a twinge of jealousy when Harry and his younger sister were both chosen to be part of the new professor's "Slug Club." However, the year passed relatively smoothly, compared to before. There wasn't any real threat from outside, it seemed, although Ron was determined to steel himself for the possibility of something bad coming and asked, every day, if anybody they knew had died. Harry told Ron and Hermione about his meetings with the Headmaster, which were interesting, to say the least, but Ron just didn't quite get why it would be so important to learn about You-Know-Who's past. However, Ron was preoccupied with Quidditch, Lavender Brown, and Hermione most of the time.
It was this year when Ron really began to dislike Hermione. Or rather, he told himself that. He wanted to impress her, and by the end of the year he had finally figured out that he really, really liked her. Lavender got annoying and the very thought of arguing with Hermione made him a bit angry. To add insult to injury, Harry started dating Ron's little sister, Ginny. Really, Ron didn't mind, but he didn't appreciate thinking about his sister being involved with his best friend in that way.
But the year ended with a bang. Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, and suddenly Ron found himself with luck on his side when he drank the potion that Harry had given him, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Hermione. It was Felix Felicious, and Harry had recieved it earlier on in the year from Slughorn, the new potions master. Ron made it out alive, but somebody else didn't. With Dumbledore dead, Ron knew that the next year would be nothing like they had ever faced before. At Dumbledore's funeral, Ron, along with Hermione, promised Harry that they would follow him wherever he went. However, during the summer the two managed to help convince Harry to come back to Hogwarts for their seventh year. Prepared to do anything for his friends, Ron waits for the time when all three of them will find trouble once more.
Preferred house: Gryffindor
Pet: A small owl named Pigwidgeon; Pig
Class elective: Care of Magical Creatures
Role play sample: This year it was just Ron and Ginny. Ron jumped out of the car that the Ministry had lent them and wandered on his own to the station. His mother was understanding, thankfully. She wouldn't bother him so long as he stayed within eyesight. Ron did so, and he walked, and as he walked he thought. It wasn't usual for Ronald Weasley to be lost in thought, but recently he had been worried. Worried and in a bit of pain, because those brains had done something to his chest. Sometimes, when he strained himself, he felt as if they were still there, squeezing the breath out of his body. Sometimes he had nightmares about it...but he knew his ordeal hadn't even been close to whatever Harry had gone through. This summer had been relatively alright...but there had been no perkiness. Aside from Fred and George setting up their new shop, that is.
Ron came to a halt between the two platforms and a grin graced his features. Finally he was back. He pushed his trunk on a cart in front of him and walked quickly through the barrier, finding himself only seconds later amongst a mass of students. Of course, there weren't as many this year. Parents feared Voldemort, rightfully so, and many of them still did not trust Dumbledore to protect them better than they did. Ron looked around the place, trying to catch a glympse of Hermione's bushy brown hair or Harry's bright emerald eyes, but they were nowhere to be seen. No surprises there, of course, for even with the meagre amount of students in comparison to the past, there were quite a few to be dealt with. Brown hair easily meshed in with the background, and eyes were...well, on a person who wasn't particularly tall, they hardly made a difference.
Ron turned to his mother, hugged her, kissed her, and said goodbye, see you next year as he was expected to. He then said that he was going off to find Harry or Hermione, and he turned. After taking a few steps, he turned around to see his mother smiling at him...Ginny disappeared somewhere, and he couldn't help but flash her a smile as well. Hopefully nobody else had caught that, or he would be totally embarrassed. He turned around again, lugging his trunk up to the train. He set it in the luggage compartment and then began searching for either an empty compartment, Harry, or Hermione. Then he finally saw him. The ruffled black hair was a mess as always, and his bright green eyes, while still naturally bright, didn't seem as...vibrant as Ron remembered them. He grinned widely, thinking that if he appeared to be happy, Harry would catch on. "Hey, mate," he said, slipping into the compartment and sitting down on the bench across from Harry.
Ron couldn't claime to be an expert at reading people, heck, he usually downright sucked at trying to decipher emotions on another human being's face. But he could still see that Harry wasn't too pleased with the situation they had all found themselves in. For some reason, even after the world had learned the entire truth, they were taking it wrong. As if they had known Harry was right all along, and simply went against him to test his skills as a hero. When they saw how much of a hero he was, they flocked to him. He was a greater symbol of hope than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was of fear. Ron wasn't stupid, he could sense in the way a few people slowed when they came passed their compartment and the way Harry's eyes had been slightly off focused when he first came in and simply by the way that last year had gone that this year would not be easy.
Edited by: RandomPixie at: 9/23/05 7:45 pm
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