The four Champions had been called to the stadium. Ron was just finishing the last of his Herbology assignment, his fingers dirty with small ink spots. His hair was bothering him as it stuck to the back of his neck, perhaps he needed a haircut, but he thought about his mother ranting about Bill's hair and put the idea aside almost immediately. As he entered his private room, he left his things in front of the fireplace, taking a bite of a chocolate biscuit he had left a day or two ago by the sofa.
He entered the stadium to find that the other Champions along with their founders were already there. As he munched on his chocolate biscuit he tried very hard not to feel like the odd one out. Cedric had his hammer holstered on his side, Daphne wore her silver rings and Luna had her bow on her back. Ron very silently went back to his room and took his sword.
Sitting down and waiting for his Master, Ron took a second biscuit from that day’s lunch and ate it in one bite. As he swallowed a loud bang came from behind him, making him choke on the sweet pastry.
“Very well,” Gryffindor hollered cheerily. “Wait, what are you all doing here so early?” He asked.
“We’ve been here for 45 minutes, Lord Gryffindor,” said Slytherin, who at that point had been conjuring water snakes with his wand. “You’re the one who's late.”
“My apologies then,” said Gryffindor, a smile still on his face despite inconveniencing everyone.
“Why did you summon us all here, Madame?” Cedric asked Hufflepuff.
“Well,” she said, in an uncertain tone of voice. “It has come to our attention that perhaps trying to get all of you to train together might lead you to a… closer interhouse-relationship.”
“We’re worried that you might end up killing each other if you don’t get along,” Gryffindor said in a bit of an annoyed tone.
“Godric!” The other three scolded, only making him scoff as if to dare anyone to prove him wrong. Slytherin rolled his eyes and looked at Luna.
“Come on now, we’ll start with you Ms. Lovegood,” said Slytherin. “You and Lady Ravenclaw shall show us exactly what you’ve been doing during your training sessions.”
Luna nodded, and took out her bow. Ravenclaw for her part summoned a cage filled with small flying lights with wings; they looked like blue glowing snitches that flew around the cage.
“Ms. Lovegood,” said Ravenclaw in a clear voice. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, madame,” said Luna. Ravenclaw waved her wand at Luna.
“Caesio,” a piece of black cloth wrapped around Luna's eyes. She waved her wand once more at the cage, and the flying lights began to soar around the stadium like dozens of snitches trying to get away from a seeker. “Begin.”
Luna pulled the string of the bow and simply aimed at the side, the spell that was in the shape of an arrow shined brightly, Luna kept the string incredibly tight, when the light of it suddenly shined even brighter in a quick flash.
“Stupefy,” she casted and three spells shot out of her bow and hit three of the lights, vanishing them and making the other lights flying around the stadium at an even faster rate. Luna began to look around, aiming her bow at a seemingly random place before hitting at least one, sometimes two. About a handful of them charged at her, and she simply jumped into the air, before stepping on air like she had done at the Match and hitting the last of them.
Ron clapped for her, and was surprised when he was the only one to. He looked at Daphne Greengrass, it checked out why she hadn’t clapped, but Cedric was looking at something in the air, paying almost no attention to Luna. His eyes moved from one side of the room to the other, and then Luna was hit on the side of her body.
“Ouch!” Luna shrieked. She put her bow on her back and took out her wand hitting the last of the little flying lights. Taking off her blind, she had a look of almost annoyance, like when Hermione had insulted the Quibbler in their first meeting.
“It’s fine, Ms Lovegood,” said Ravenclaw. “Good job. You make your house proud,” Luna still seemed upset, but Ravenclaw’s words seemed to brighten her mood slightly.
“Very well,” said Hufflepuff. “How about you go next, Cedric?”
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sometimes the right opinion is unpopular (lol, jk, not trying to start any ship wars)
Romione supremacy! Long live Ron and Hermione's superior love.
No idea if this is still unpopular opinion but romione is the best developed relationship in books. They had a genuine love for one another as friends and respected one another and they were truly in love. Even after all these years, they are still my favorite couple because their relationship wasnt built on lust but pure love ❤️
Hey, sometimes the right opinion is unpopular (lol, jk, not trying to start any ship wars). But yes, it was clearly evident that there was a path and a side story for these two and is such a shame that it is often overlooked. Romione will always and forever be my favorite literary couple (even if the movies did them dirty).
Harry and Hermione didn’t see Ron after the match, Harry had been involved in a fight with Malfoy, and all thoughts about celebrating with the team had gone out the window. And now he was serving a week's worth of detention along with the twins. It didn’t matter to her or Percy the horrible things that Malfoy said about Mrs. Weasley, and Harry thought at first that he’d seen George at his angriest with Malfoy, but when he saw that Percy was doing nothing knowing the things Malfoy said about their mother he thought George might’ve killed his older brother.
After he returned to the Common Room, he informed Fred of what’d occurred, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team once again had to restrain him. Harry was asked by Hermione where Ron was, Harry figured Ron was just avoiding them out of embarrassment.
Hermione spotted Hagrid’s return and Harry couldn’t have been happier. Harry and Hermione sneaked their way out to Hagrid’s Hut using Harry’s Invisibility Cloak, the Marauders’ Map and pausing at intervals to prevent themselves from being found by Filch or Mrs. Norris. They walked across the grounds and knocked on Hagrid’s door, they had made their way to Hagrid’s home without having made a single noise, that was until Hermione saw Hagrid’s damaged face and screamed.
“Merlin's beard, keep it down!" said Hagrid hastily, staring wildly over their heads. "Under that Cloak, are yeh? Well, get in, get in!"
Hermione apologized as she gasped, her and Harry made their way inside the house and pulled the cloak off once inside so he could see them. As Hermione worried for him once more and Hagrid dismissed her, Harry took a good look at the half-giant. He had bruises all over his face, there was blood on his clothes, beard, and hair. His movements suggested he may have broken a few bones, perhaps his ribs.
As he dismissed Harry’s demands to tell him what happened to him he put a copper kettle on the fireplace offering them tea.
“I'm tellin' yeh, I'm fine,” Hagrid said as he turned to Harry and Hermione trying to show a smile, but wincing at the attempt. "Blimey, it's good ter see yeh three agai-” Hagrid suddenly turned to look all over his home as if to double check, his good eye roamed every corner before settling back on both Harry and Hermione.
“Oi,” said Hagrid. “Where the ruddy hell is Ron? Too old ter visit his old friend?” Harry and Hermione looked at each other before explaining what happened at the last Quidditch Game, Hagrid seemed quite angered by the Slytherin’s mocking of Ron. “Those ruddy slimy snakes, hope yeh taught ‘em a lesson ay Harry?” Harry looked curiously at Hagrid as if questioning what he’d say.
“What?” said Harry confused. “I mean not exactly, I was more focused on catching the snitch so Ron wouldn’t have to spend more time being laughed at.” Hagrid looked quite shocked and the slit that was his very bruised eye seemed to open a bit before he winced, he then looked at Hermione.
“Well then,” said Hagrid. “Surely yeh gave sum o’ them Slytherins detention idn’ yeh? Saw the prefect badge on yeh, congratulations by the way.” Hermione looked pleased before looking at Harry for help, Hagrid looked more surprised than ever before and he almost let the dragon meat fall off his injured face. “Can’ believe the two of yeh! Yer best friend gets laughed at and yeh don’ help the poor boy?!”
“It’s not like that Hagrid!” The two of them almost said in unison, but the way Hagrid had put it made Harry think that it was very much like that. Hagrid looked at the two of them not really believing their answer, but nonetheless he didn't push it further, he took the now whistling copper kettle and poured out tea in bucket-sized mugs. He sat back down on his chair.
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The founders have been introduced in the new term. How will their appearance affect the Wizarding World?
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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: ...
I saw this couple on tik tok and they reminded me of Ron and Hermione
When your constant mortal peril becomes a running gag.
ron weasley – matt murdock – fanfic writer – hopeless romantic – he/him – ENTJ
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