6 : Hours
Title: Hours
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Hours
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13 for language
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.


Hours
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I missed him.

He was right there, but I missed him.

I never left his side until it was all over; we slept in the same room; once he knocked me to the ground and threw himself on top of me to save me from a Death Eater’s curse.

But he behaved exactly as he had before the summer.

He had put it all away in a box and turned the key.

And I had to do the same.

If it killed me.

I missed him.

I brooded on the other times we had been apart.

The first time I had really missed him was terrifying.

Second year we were joined at the hip; together twenty-four hours a day, especially after Hermione was petrified.

Especially when I followed him into the forest and faced those bloody spiders.

I would have followed him anywhere, did he know that?

But when he went on alone, to save my sister, he had to leave me behind.

Behind a sodding rock fall.

Those hours, alone in the dark, were worse than facing spiders.

I thought my sister was dead; I thought Harry was dead.

And all I could do was try and shift the rubble with bleeding fingers and try and stop my heart from breaking.

I’d always thought that that was a stupid, girly thing to say.

But the pain in my chest wasn’t just from swallowing my tears so I could see what I was doing by the light of my broken wand.

He’d gone to face a Basilisk. For me. Because it was my stupid sister that had been taken.

I’d been sure that I’d finally got my wish – I’d be infamous – something none of my brothers had ever done – got the Boy Who Lived killed.

But, oh, my Harry.

My Harry was incredible. And it wasn’t the Boy Who Lived crap. My Harry was twelve when he killed a Basilisk, destroyed a Horcrux and rescued the fucking princess.

Just imagine Ginny’s reaction when she awoke to find the boy she was crushing on all covered in blood and dirt and sweat and holding a sword and vanquishing evil to save her.

I know I’d never been happier to see anyone than when I saw him approaching the rock fall.



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