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Ronald Weasley otherwise called Ronald Bilius was a wizard. He was the 6th and most youthful child of Arthur and Molly Weasley.Ronald Weasley was likewise the more youthful sibling of Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and the senior sibling of Ginny. Ronald Weasley and his siblings inhabited the burrow, on the edges of Ottery St Catchpole. Ron started going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1991 and was sorted into Gryffindor House. Ronald Weasley turned out to be dear companions with individual understudy Harry Potter and later Hermione Granger. Together, they confronted numerous difficulties during their youth, including keeping the Philosopher’s Stone from Professor Quirinus Quirrell, saving Ginny from the Basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets, sparing Harry’s guardian Sirius Black from the dementors of Azkaban, managing Harry through the Triwizard Tournament, shaping Dumbledore’s Army and taking on in various conflicts of the Second Wizarding War: including the Battle of the Department of Mysteries (1996), Battle of the Astronomy Tower (1997), and Battle of the Seven Potters (1997). Ron additionally turned into a Gryffindor administrator and a Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch group during his fifth year at Hogwarts. Ronald Weasley missed his last year of school so as to go with Harry and Hermione on a chase to wreck all of Lord Voldemort’s Horcruxes and taken on in the Conflict of Hogwarts in 1998, during which he lost his sibling Fred, a misfortune which crushed him and his family, particularly George, Fred’s twin.
Ronald is the Scottish type of the Scandinavian name Ragnvald, which was gotten from the Old Norse Ragnvaldr, made out of the components ragn, “exhortation”, and valdr, “ruler”. It is a related of the name Reginald, which is gotten from the Germanic type of the name, Raginwald, signifying “the ruler’s guide”. Every one of these names convey the importance of an individual who goes about as a confided in consultant to an individual in power, much as Ron went about as a companion and associate to Harry Potter. With regards to the example of Weasley relatives taking names from Arthurian legend, “Ron” is the name of Arthur’s spear in Geoffrey of Monmouth’s History of the Kings of Britain. Ron is short for Rhongomyniad, which signifies “striker skewer” in Welsh. Bilius originates from “bile”, as one of the four humors talked about by Ancient Greek savants. Yellow bile was associated with the component of flame, which is the component of Gryffindor house, and somebody with an abundance of it was accepted to be awful tempered, as Ron may be. The English descriptive word “bilious” likewise applies to the individuals who have a bad tempered temper.
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“A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me.”
“Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be ‘follow the butterflies’?”
“I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
“I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.”
“Blimey, Neville, there’s a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.”
“I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret…”
“And are they getting married in my bedroom? No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left…”
“From now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell, ‘Die, Ron, die,’ I’m chucking them in the bin where they belong.”
“I’ll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I’ll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen those things they think are gnomes, like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods…”
“Follow the spiders! Follow the spiders! If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban, I’ll kill him!
“[to Lockhart] Is there anything you can do?”
“My dad’s gonna kill me.”
“[to Malfoy] Eat Slugs! [the spell backfires, making Ron regurgitate oversized slugs]”
“You’re a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That’s everyone in the family!”
“What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret…”
“He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
“No, he must have known you would always want to come back.”
“Why are they all staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
“Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”
“An Unbreakable Vow?” said Ron, looking stunned. “Nah, he can’t have…. Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure,” said Harry. “Why, what does it mean?”
“Well, you can’t break an Unbreakable Vow…”
“I’d worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.”
“From now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell ‘Die, Ron, Die,’ I’m chucking them in the bin where they belong.”
“Well?” Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. “How was it?”
Harry considered it for a moment. “Wet,” he said truthfully.
Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.
“Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily.
“Oh,” said Ron, his smile faded slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?”
“Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.”
“I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night,” said Ron. “What d’ya think that’s gonna mean?”
“Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,” said Harry.”
“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”
“So that’s little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you’ve inherited your mother’s brains.”
“Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?” said Malfoy. “And he’s supposed to be our teacher!”
Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
“Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic you foul—you evil—”
“Hermione!” said Ron weakly and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
“Get off Ron!”
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
“C’mon,” Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
“Hermione!” Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.”
“So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —”
“Don’t talk to your mother like that.”
“Well, we were always going to fail that one,” said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing the examiner’s reflection.”
“Has Ron saved a goal yet?” asked Hermione, peering over the top of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms.
“Well, he can do it if he doesn’t think anyone’s watching him,” said Fred, rolling his eyes. “So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end on Saturday.”
“Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
‘Ouch — ow — gerroff! What the — ? Hermione — OW!’
“You — complete — arse — Ronald — Weasley!”
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.”
“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!”
Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.
“And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” Ron yelled.”
“I’ll make Goyle do lines, it’ll kill him, he hates writing,” said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle’s low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. “I… must… not… look… like… a… baboon’s… backside.”
“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry” said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying “oh you know what I mean – Goyle’s Potion looked like bogies.”
“Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?”
“And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.”
“Can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?” Harry shook his head.
“Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help.”
Harry thought. Then he said slowly, “It shows us what we want… whatever we want…”
“Yes and no,” said Dumbledore quietly.
“It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.
“The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don’t you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed.”
“Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?”
“Only once” said Hermione stung. “I got you loads more then you got me—”
“I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—”
“Well if you’re counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—”
“Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know,” Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn.
“Yeah, I’ve seen those things they think are gnomes,” said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, “like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods…”
“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!”
“I’ll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I’ll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now—”
“A telephone, Ron,” said Hermione. “Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year…”
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
“Longbottom, if brains were gold, you’d be poorer than Weasley, and that’s saying something.”
“You’ve sort of made up for it tonight,’ said Harry. ‘Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcux. Saving my life.’
‘That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,’ Ron mumbled.
‘Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,’ said Harry. ‘I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.’
Simultaneously they walked forwards and hugged, Harry gripping the still sopping back of Ron’s jacket.”
“As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them.
It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them.
“Congratulations, Harry!’ she said beaming at him. “I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?”
“Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Goodbye!”
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“Well, obviously, she’s feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she’s feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can’t work out who she likes best. Then she’ll be feeling guilty, thinking it’s an insult to Cedric’s memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she’ll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can’t work out what her feelings towards Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that’s all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she’s afraid she’s going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she’s flying so badly.”
A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.”
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er — all right.”
He cleared his throat.
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.”
“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).”
“This isn’t your average book, it’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. IF only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with… Well Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”
“This is your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, is it, Potter?”
“Yes,” said Harry, still breathing hard.
“You’re quite sure of that, are you, Potter?”
“Yes,” said Harry, with a touch more defiance.
“This is the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Flourish and Blotts?”
“Yes,” said Harry firmly.
“Then why,” asked Snape, “does it have the name ‘Roonil Wazlib’ written inside the front cover?”
Harry’s heart missed a beat. “That’s my nickname,” he said.”
“Yeah, well, food’s one of the five exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfigurations,” said Ron, to general astonishment.”
“Wild!” Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. “I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again… and again… and again…”
“Yeah, we’ll call you,” muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, “If we ever need someone mental.”
“Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker towards Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
‘Ouch — ow — gerroff! What the — ? Hermione — OW!’
“You — complete — arse — Ronald — Weasley!”
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
“You — crawl — back — here — after — weeks — and — weeks — oh, where’s my wand?”
She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively.
“The house-elf who lives here,” said Ron. “Nutter. Never met one like him.”
“He is not a nutter,” said Hermione.
“His life’s ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother”, said Ron. “Is that normal, Hermione?”
“So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm. . . .” He shook his head. “You know what, Harry? If he doesn’t stop trying to save your life he’s going to kill you.”
“Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well – if you must.”
“Doctors?” said Ron, looking startled. “Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?”
“You’d think a bit of kissing would cheer her up.”
“Enjoying it? I don’t reckon he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him. He’s obsessed. Just don’t get him on the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch…as I was saying to Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch is of the opinion… Mr. Crouch was telling me… They’ll be announcing their engagement any day now.”
“But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Because there are somethings you can’t go through in life and become friends, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
“Right, you’ve got a crooked sort of cross…” He consulted Unfogging the Future. “That means you’re going to have ‘trials and suffering’ — sorry about that — but there’s a thing that could be the sun… hang on… that means ‘great happiness’… so you’re going to suffer but be very happy…”
“You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me,” said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.”
“Didn’t you hear what they said about my sister? But you don’t give a rat’s fart, do you, it’s only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I’ve-Faced-Worse Potter doesn’t care what happens to her in here — well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff —”
“Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?”
“Is it true?” he said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?”
“Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards.
“Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelssly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”
He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
“Hedwig didn’t return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy’s letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry’s and Ron’s were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermione’s, however, was smaller than a chicken’s egg. Her face fell when she saw it.
“Your mum doesn’t read Witch’s Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. “Gets it for the recipes.”
Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg.”
“No,” said Hermione shortly. “Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?”
“Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading,” said Ron, but very quietly.”
“Always the tone of surprise.”
“Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations.” said Hermione. “Don’t pretend you didn’t see him. He wasn’t exactly hiding it, was — ?”
The door behind them burst open. To Harry’s horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand.
“Oh,” he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry and Hermione.
“Oops!” said Lavender, and she backed out of the room, giggling.
There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her. She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.
“Oppugno!” came a shriek from the doorway.
Harry spun around […] The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.
“Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed.”
“And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!’ Ron yelled.”
“Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,” snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “No more pretending we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus get too friendly . . .”
“And from now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die — I’m just chucking them in the bin where they belong.”
“Ron’s ears turned bright red and he become engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe ‘he must’ve known I’d run out on you’.
‘No’, Harry corrected him, ‘He must’ve known you’d always want to come back”
“I hate being poor.”
“Ama o andan sonra, Hermione Granger arkadaslari oldu. Bazi olaylar vardir, dostluklara yol açar,
dört metre boyunda bir ifritin canina okumak da öyle bir olaydi iste.”
“There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!”
“I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.”
“Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .”
“Who was this women?’ asked Harry.
‘I dunno, some Ministry hag.’
Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled.
‘Little women. Bow on top of er’ head.’
He frowned and then added, ‘Looked like a toad.’
Harry dropped his wand.
Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione’s faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.”
“Well, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts.”
“He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.”
“We should get a move on you know… ask someone. He’s right. We don’t want to end up with a pair of trolls.”
Hermione let out a sputter of indignation. “A pair of… what excuse me?”
“Well – you know,” said Ron shrugging. “I’d rather go alone than with – with Eloise Midgen, say.”
“Her acne’s loads better lately – and she’s really nice.”
“Her nose’s off-centre,” said Ron.
“Oh I see,” Hermione said bristling. “So basically you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you even if she’s completely horrible?”
“Er – yeah that sounds about right.” said Ron.
“I’m going to bed,” Hermione snapped and she swept off toward the girls’ staircase without another word.”
“I’m serious, Harry, don’t go.” But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn’t going to stop him.
That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn’t meet anyone.
And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.”
“It sort of floated toward me,” said Ron, illustrating the movement with his free index finger, “right to my chest, and then — it just went straight through. It was here,” he touched a point close to his heart, “I could feel it, it was hot. And once it was inside me I knew what I was supposed to do, I knew it would take me where I needed to go. So I Disapparated and came out on the side of a hill. There was snow everywhere. . . .”
“She’s a veela!” he said hoarsely to Harry.
“Of course she isn’t!” said Hermione tartly. “I don’t see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!”
“I’ve decided to call him Norbert,’ said Hagrid, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. ‘He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where’s Mummy?’
‘He’s lost his marbles,’ Ron muttered in Harry’s ear.
‘Hagrid,’ said Harry loudly, ‘give it a fortnight and Norbert’s going to be as big as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment.
Hagrid bit his lip.
‘I- I know I can’t jus’ dump him, I can’t.’
Harry suddenly turned to Ron.
‘Charlie,’ he said.
‘You’re losing it too,’ said Ron. ‘I’m Ron, remember?”
“As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit.
“And what’s that supposed to be?” he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way.
“ ’Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now —”
“Watch who you’re calling gruesome!” said Ron, his ears turning red.
“The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels’ eyes —”
“I have not got spattergroit!”
“But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master —”
“They’re freckles!” said Ron furiously.”
“And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?”
“There’s a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.”
“Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry … did I say worst? I meant best.”
“You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.”
“Your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra.”
“I think Mum’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”
“Professor Mcgonagall: Why is it when something bad happens, it’s always you three? Ron: Believe me, professor, I’ve been asking myself the exact same thing for the past six years.”
“He’s been poisoned you daft dimbo! As for a matter of fact, I’ve always found him interesting.”
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“RON: Fine. But if you say one thing about her or me . . .
DRACO: You’ll do what, Weasley?
HERMIONE: He’ll hug you. Because we’re all on the same team, aren’t we, Ron?”
“Really, Weasley? Are we going to do this friend shit? We agreed to be civil, not friends. Because if you’re going to do this friend bollocks every time I see you, I’ll just fling myself off a cliff right now.”
“You promise? Can I watch?”
“Hang on a moment! said Ron sharply. We’ve forgotten someone!
Who? asked Hermione.
The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?
You mean we ought to get them fighting? asked Harry.
No, said Ron seriously, I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us –
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
Is this the moment? Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. Oi! There’s a war going on here! Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
I know, mate, said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, so it’s now or never, isn’t it?
Never mind that, what about the Horcrux? Harry shouted. D’you think you could just – just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?
Yeah – right – sorry – said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.”
“Anyway, they had a row about whether I was Stan or not. It was a bit pathetic to be honest, but there were still five of them and only one of me and they’d taken my wand. Then two of them got into a fight and while the others were distracted I managed to hit the one holding me in the stomach, grabbed his wand, Disarmed the bloke holding mine and Disapparated. I didn’t do it so well, Splinched myself again –’
Ron held up his right hand to show two missing fingernails; Hermione raised her eyebrows coldly ‘– and I came out miles from where you were. By the time I got back to that bit of riverbank where we’d been … you’d gone.’
‘Gosh, what a gripping story,’ Hermione said, in the lofty voice she adopted when wishing to wound. ‘You must have been simply terrified. Meanwhile, we went to Godric’s Hollow and, let’s think, what happened there, Harry? Oh yes, You-Know-Who’s snake turned up, it nearly killed both of us and then You-Know-Who himself arrived and missed us by about a second.’
‘What?’ Ron said, gaping from her to Harry, but Hermione ignored him.
‘Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn’t it?”
“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots.”
“Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?” said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. “And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven – it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick.”
“She was looking at him steadily; he however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.
Nice view, he said feebly, pointing toward with window.
She ignored this. He could not blame her.
I couldn’t think what to get you, she said.
You didn’t have to get me anything.
She disregarded this too.
I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
She took a step closer to him.
So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.
I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.
There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for, she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair-
The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart.
Oh, said Ron pointedly. Sorry.
Ron! Hermione was just behind him, slight out of breath. There was a strained silence, then Ginny had said in a flat little voice,
Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry.
Ron’s ears were scarlet; Hermione looked nervous. Harry wanted to slam the door in their faces, but it felt as though a cold draft had entered the room when the door opened, and his shining moment had popped like a soap bubble. All the reasons for ending his relationship with Ginny, for staying well away from her, seemed to have slunk inside the room with Ron, and all happy forgetfulness was gone.
He looked at Ginny, wanting to say something, though he hardly knew what, but she had turned her back on him. He thought that she might have succumbed, for once, to tears. He could not do anything to comfort her in front of Ron.
I’ll see you later, he said, and followed the other two out of the bedroom.”
“Extra lessons with Snape?” said Ron, sounding aghast. “I’d rather have the nightmares!”
“It’ll be a lot less hassle if you can just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow.”
“Only if you shouted about it,” argued Ron. “Only if you were prat enough to go dancing around, waving it over your head and singing, ” I’ve got an unbeatable wand, come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”