10 : Years
Title: Years
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Years
Word Count: 275
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at harryron.

The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.

Enjoy.


Years
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Life was good.

Hermione worked at the Ministry library; I was in Magical Games and Sports.

They didn’t mind that I hadn’t sat my NEWTs. Always good to send out a bally hero to sort out a bureaucratic problem between Gobstones clubs.

Everyone was happy.

Everyone moved on.

The twins found that people stayed giddy long after the war ended, and their business boomed.

Ginny took her NEWTs and went and studied at St Mungo’s. Mum worried that she never dated, but Healer training was full on. I think there was some Muggle bloke she saw; there was often Muggle money or cinema tickets thrown on her chest of drawers when I dropped in on her at the hospital.

And Hermione and me?

It was good.

Really.

I was married to my childhood sweetheart; the only girl I’d ever loved.

And then we had Katherine, and Elizabeth.

And they were wonderful.

They were mine.

And I gave them my heart and they cut their teeth on it, but never broke it.

Kate was a miniature version of her mother at three, all flying curls and hands on her hips as she lisped at her tiny sister, bossing her around.

Lizzie was a sunny one-year-old, with red hair and freckles, who clapped gleefully when Kate called her “Lizard” and Hermione scolded her for it.

My mum had them during the day, and sometimes Hermione and I had lunch together at the Ministry, and she was my girl, just like I’d always wanted.

And she nagged and nagged Ginny to bring her bloke to our flat some evening.

And some evening she did.

And it was Harry.


My Big Damn Table.