SEVERUS SNAPE

‘an ode to ron weasley’ by hermione jean granger 🩷

RWatHT - Chapter 21: Desertion

Ron rubbed the back of his head, his forehead against the table in his private dormitory. He was trying his hardest to stop himself from thinking, from existing, his head hurt like hell, and he did not know what to do. He wanted to stop himself from crying, he felt pathetic, lower than dirt, and the worst of the worst.

‘She would have never picked you,’ it was the voice in his head, the one that had always been there, ever since Muriel explained the pity she felt for Ron’s mother when Ron had turned out to be a boy instead of the girl his mother had always wanted. ‘She is the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she will be Minister of Magic one day or perhaps something greater. Why would she ever pick you?’

“Stop it,” he growled against the hardwood table, as he banged his head harshly. 

‘Look at yourself. Do you really think that her kiss meant anything?’

“Stop it!” 

‘She pitied you,’ it was like a whisper in his ear, but no matter how hard he pressed his palms against his head he could not stop the thoughts. ‘That’s why she said yes. That’s why she danced all night with you. That’s why she kissed you. She wanted you to feel what Krum felt, since no one else would ever want to.’

“Stop it!” His head banged against the table again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it, please!” And once more.

He was going crazy, he was talking to himself. His chest hurt so much. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He felt like punching, kicking, and vomiting all at once. He was begging Merlin for it all to stop. It was too much, his heart felt like jumping out of his throat.

He walked outside his dorm, and went to his Potions O.W.L. exams. He saw Hermione there, who seemed to be looking for him. He tried his best to hide behind Dean Thomas, who was ignoring Ron out of anger or fear. The written exam was not the difficult part of the day, instead it was the very end of it, Hermione had spotted him, and ran as quickly as she could towards him.

“Ron!” Hermione called. “Ron, please. Please just talk to me!”

Her voice was pleading, she was begging, and he knew she was about to cry. He had heard that voice whenever Harry would scream at the both of them during the summer at Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to scream at Hermione. He didn’t want to make her cry.

‘Why was she even crying?’

‘Because you’ve embarrassed her,’ the voice spoke. ‘Imagine having to take you as a date to the ball, when just last year she had been the date of Viktor Krum.’

“Just leave me alone!” he barked at himself. And when he turned, he saw her. Hermione had stopped short, her eyes were red, and were brimming with tears. Without a single word, she just walked quickly away from Ron.

‘Nice one, moron.’

Ron just went back to his own dorm and began to think about how he was feeling. Hurting. Crying. Screaming. Kicking. He wanted to do this all at once, all at himself.

And that’s how Ron spent the next few hours of his day. He walked around his private dorm, sometimes he laid on his bed. His head filled with images of Krum, and Hermione, but now Ginny, Harry and the twins were there, mocking him, laughing at him. Sometimes, he tried to drown them out by hitting his head against his desk, or pushing his head into his pillow. Sometimes he felt such a wrathful and fiery anger that he punched his walls, making sure to cause as much damage as possible with the Dragon Magic, other times he felt so small, and useless that his own body seemed to crumble. 

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Andrew Garfield, you lying little shit

RWaHT - Chapter 11: Beating Flaming Hearts

“H-Helena?” Gryffindor breathed out, and Ron felt suddenly uncomfortable being in the same room as the two. The Grey Lady seemed like she had been the one to stare at a ghost, but Ron saw as her eyes suddenly filled with silver tears and she floated away. Gryffindor seemed rooted to his spot as if he had been petrified in his place, but something seemed to shake him off from his daze.

“Helena, wait!” Gryffindor said as he reached out to the Grey Lady, but it was too late by the time he had taken his first step she had rounded the corner and passed through the ceiling above.

Ron’s master had a face of pure rejection and grief, Gryffindor sank down to his knees as his head bowed down in defeat. Ron looked around checking for anyone that could be nearby, seeing no one he walked to Gryffindor’s side. Gryffindor looked heartbroken, he wore a similar expression to the one Ron had sometimes spotted on Sirius’ expression whenever his time at Azkaban was mentioned, or Harry’s parents.

Gryffindor was tall, taller even than Ron’s father who was the tallest adult, besides Hagrid, he’d ever met. His large body made it hard for Ron to find a way to sit down without looking like a midget. Still he stayed by his side as he stared down at the floor like a defeated man. He turned his head and looked at Ron giving the young Weasley a strained smile he ruffled Ron with his large hand and looked at him amusedly.

“You need a haircut, ginger cub,” he said. He stood up to his full height, cleaned invisible dust off Ron’s shoulders and cleared his throat. “Well, I think I’ll go to sleep tonight. Make sure you rest, Ron. Good night.”

“Master Gryffindor?” but Gryffindor was already walking away, a somber aura surrounding him as he walked the halls of Hogwarts alone. Ron looked at the retreating figure of his mentor and tried to follow him, but as soon as he took a step in his trail Gryffindor’s voice boomed across the hallway.

“Go back to your dorm and forget about it, Ronald,” it was intimidating, like a lion who could talk instead of roar, but Ron only looked at his mentor as he walked away. Ron debated going back to the Common Room as Gryffindor suggested, but instead he followed his mentor as he roamed the halls of Hogwarts. The cold night offered no warmth for Ron, yet he didn’t mind it. Gryffindor had comforted him when he had made a fool of himself in his first Quidditch Match, trying to help him was the least he could do.

He followed him to the training room where Ron could see that Gryffindor had sat down on a chair with his head in his hands. The older wizard seemed exhausted, like someone who’d just gone through a war, and Ron wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Gryffindor lifted his head, and Ron froze in his spot, the older wizard sighed and conjured a second chair giving Ron the hint to sit down.

Gryffindor had taken off his gloves and rolled up the sleeves of his top leaving his numerous scars out in the open. It was haunting the amount he had, some were so disturbingly complex that they almost looked like tattoos, and Ron wondered to himself what kind of magic could do that.

“Magic that can kill you,” Gryffindor almost growled, his voice seemed raspy as if he had just let out a scream and had lost his voice. The two stayed silent, Ron trying his best to keep his mind blank so that Gryffindor couldn’t read it.

“Master?” Gryffindor hummed, signaling Ron to ask the question he knew the young boy had.

“Are you alright?”

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Gryffindor clearly hadn’t expected that, but he still managed to hide his surprise. What was he supposed to say? Yes, I’m alright young Ronald, I’ve only seen the ghost of my daughter for the first time because believe it or not I’m actually the most cowardly man you have ever met. He rubbed his eyes trying very hard to extinguish the tears before they even threatened to escape his eyes. Gryffindor shook his head.

Ron only nodded and stayed silent. Something gnawed at his mind, and Gryffindor must have underestimated his mind skills, because even though he knew Ron wanted to desperately ask something he wouldn’t reveal what it was, no matter what.

Gryffindor didn’t know how long the two had stayed like that. Almost frozen in time as his thoughts dwelled on Helena. She hadn’t changed, not one bit. A mirror of his mother in every single way from her black eyes to her sleek black hair and pale skin. He couldn’t have been more proud when he was born, because even when she looked almost nothing like him except for her freckles she was everything he could ever hope for in a daughter.

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Imagine James and Ron ever met each other and realized that Harry just chose his dad as his best friend.

Ron: What do you mean? We’re not that alike

James: Yeah, I mean no offense but I’m not that similar to this guy.

Me: Describe your wife.

Ron and James (simultaneously): A brilliant muggle-born witch that didn’t get that well with me at the start and was in the same House as me.

Ron and James look at each other in surprise.

James (shocked): W-well that was just a coincidence.

Ron (equally as shocked): Y-yeah, just a coincidence.

Me: Describe your best friend.

Ron and James (simultaneously): Loyal impulsive guy who wasn’t liked at his home so he went to live with me.

Ron and James are shocked again.

Me: Quidditch or books?

Ron and James (quickly): Quidditch.

Me: Most noticeable thing about your wife’s appearance?

Ron and James (quickly): Her hair!

Me: Potions or transfiguration?

Ron and James (quickly): Transfiguration!

Me: What do you do to impress girls whenever they walk by?

Ron and James: I run my fingers through my hair to make it look windswept! 

Ron and Jame gasp.

Me: See? You’re really simi-

James: Do you have a Gryffindor dorm mate that seems like he is a coward but is still one of your three closest friend?

Ron thinking of Neville: Yep! How about a bigot prat in Slytherin that called the girl you fancied the M-slur?

James thinking of Snivellus: Check! Were you part of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?

Ron: Bloody hell, yes! Did you ever break the rules or even the law to help your friends?!

James: Of course I did, why wouldn’t I? They’re my friends! Did you get an academic achievement even when you thought someone else would get it?!

Ron: Yes! I was prefect instead of Harry! Favorite quidditch team?

James: Ballycastle Bats

Ron sighing in relief: Chudley Cannons.

James sighing in relief as well: Really? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a team like that.

Ron: Well they’re underdogs. Someone needs to support them don’t you think?

James: I suppose so. And the Bats have all this weight on their shoulders because they’re the champions and everyone’s always expecting them to be the overachievers.

Ron and James (simultaneously): I really identify with them.

Both eyes get wide open as they look at each other and mirror their movements. 

James: Are you sure you are not my son?

Ron: I- I don’t know anymore.

Me: ...

harry doesn’t get why people don’t like him

For the trope game...Romione for Fairy tale AU and Prision AU. Oh and Percy/Audrey for Airport/Travel AU.

Romione – Fairy Tale Prison AU

Hermione had been locked up in her tower for all of her life. She had never truly experienced what was like living, until she met him. His red hair, his charming smile, his blue eyes that seemed to have been stolen from the sky itself. Prince Ron. They had met each other when she had been reading a book by a window in her tower, or her small prison cell as she began calling it nowadays.

He had been so new to Hermione, she had not met any other people besides her adoptive mother. At first she disliked him, his poor manners, his vulgar language, and his habit of being extremely tactless. Yet, she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Of course their romance was short lived. Hermione's adoptive mother had caught them, and using magic she sent wild and violent canaries to her beloved prince, blinding his eyes and leaving him from ever seeing her face again. She had kicked Hermione from the tower and left her to roam the streets. Ron had been mistaken as a beggar and had accidentally angered a Prince from a neighboring kingdom called Malfoy.

He had been thrown into prison to rot for the rest of his days. But, Hermione had found a window, and every night she read him one of the stories they read together in her tower. There came one day that the grief and pain of not being together was too much for Hermione and she wept over the small cell bars that kept her apart from Ron, her tears landed on his bandaged eyes, and unbeknownst to her healed him.

After regaining his eyesight and clearing himself off all charges Ron took Hermione to his own Kingdom, where they lived happily ever after.

Sorry for the rushed story. I guess I'm better with elements I'm familiar with and this two AUs were my kryptonite.

I think I did a better job on the next one.

Perdrey – Airport Travel AU

The first time he sees her it's a surprise, but a good one nonetheless. She is different yet similar to him. She reminds him of home, perhaps it's the laptop that she always seems to carry around where she writes seemingly non-stop, just like him.

Perhaps it's the abrasiveness that he's so accustomed to. How she seems to only take yes for an answer whenever she speaks to any of the staff in the airport. How she's not afraid to point out others mistakes.

It's not love, it can't be, because he doesn't even know her. He sees her every couple of weeks. Her job seems to involve traveling like his. He wonders if perhaps it's a sign, or maybe he's just looking for them, looking for a reason to get some courage and talk to her. They're all brave in his family, even his baby brother and sister are brave. But he doesn't seem to share the family trait.

They travel to the same place. They end up in the same hotel in Costa Rica. They meet each other. They have dinner. They walk by the coast. They talk about their families, friends, jobs and he can't help, but notice how beautiful she is when she's working and when she's not working.

He kisses her, but still doesn't go further than that. They travel back home and he wonders if he should've done it. The logical side in him tells him how hard-working their relationship would be, it tells him how it's not worth it if they're going to get their hearts broken.

But then he sees her, just a couple of weeks after he's back when he has to go to the airport again. She still looks beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And he forgets his job, he forgets that the plane ticket he's going to miss is going to come out of his pocket , he doesn't care because she's there and he's brave. Brave for her at least.

She's about to go by the metal detector and his voice seems to come alive on its own. She's looking at him and he's an idiot for not being brave. He reaches for her and kisses her. She kisses him back.

They take some time off work and spend a long deserving vacation together. They know they'll have to go back. They won't see each other for some time because of their work. But work seems pretty boring when they're kissing on a bench in Venice.

all of gryffindor: look at our prefects dawg, we’re never winning the house cup

romione in their sixth year if i had it my way

Ron Weasley, Hogwarts’ Knight of Bravery. 

Making a book series on FF.net plan on making several designs for the four houses and their champions as well as their Founders make sure to check them out.

If you want to check it out its called The Founder’s Heirs and The Hogwarts Tournament. It’ll start by fifth year and go on until the Epilogue.