RP: A whole year gone
Date: 18 May 1999
Character: Ron Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Summary: Ron visits Fred on the anniversary of his death.
Completion: Complete
Ron hadn't wanted to admit it, but he'd been hoping for weeks that this day would simply fall off the calendar. Not only for himself, but especially for Mum and George. He didn't want to go through it, but he knew he had to, just like they did.
It was a whole year since they'd lost Fred.
Hermione had gone to work at Hogwarts that morning, and Ron had lazed around his room at Grimmauld Place, leaving it long enough to take a shower and get some breakfast from Kreacher. When he felt like he could handle it, he Apparated from London to the yard of the Burrow. He didn't want to see the rest of the family just yet. He needed to pay his respects to Fred.
As Ron walked toward Fred's grave, he picked a few daisies from his mother's garden, then set them on the grave as he sat down beside it. The weather was warm and humid, and a few raindrops landed on his head as he began to talk to his brother.
"You've been gone a whole year, Gred," he began. "Still miss you a lot. Maybe not quite as much as George and Mum do, but I reckon you can understand that and forgive me. It's been really hard for all of us, but especially them. After you died, I started thinking maybe neither of them would ever smile again. But eventually they did, even if it was only now and then. I worked for George at the shop for most of the past year. He probably told you that already. He was a good boss. I learned a lot from him. He's brilliant, but you already knew that. And he's got Lee now, and they're great together. But you probably already knew that too."
A tear rolled down Ron's cheek and he brushed it away. "I wish I could have kept that wall from falling on you, Fred." He sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "You'd been laughing when...when it happened. I know you wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else that night. It was just bad luck that it was you and not...someone else." He knew it could easily have been him, instead of his brother.
Leaning over, Ron rubbed his hand against Fred's name on the headstone. "You were a great brother. I love you." Standing up, he brushed his hair back, brushed off his clothes, and headed for the house.
Character: Ron Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Summary: Ron visits Fred on the anniversary of his death.
Completion: Complete
Ron hadn't wanted to admit it, but he'd been hoping for weeks that this day would simply fall off the calendar. Not only for himself, but especially for Mum and George. He didn't want to go through it, but he knew he had to, just like they did.
It was a whole year since they'd lost Fred.
Hermione had gone to work at Hogwarts that morning, and Ron had lazed around his room at Grimmauld Place, leaving it long enough to take a shower and get some breakfast from Kreacher. When he felt like he could handle it, he Apparated from London to the yard of the Burrow. He didn't want to see the rest of the family just yet. He needed to pay his respects to Fred.
As Ron walked toward Fred's grave, he picked a few daisies from his mother's garden, then set them on the grave as he sat down beside it. The weather was warm and humid, and a few raindrops landed on his head as he began to talk to his brother.
"You've been gone a whole year, Gred," he began. "Still miss you a lot. Maybe not quite as much as George and Mum do, but I reckon you can understand that and forgive me. It's been really hard for all of us, but especially them. After you died, I started thinking maybe neither of them would ever smile again. But eventually they did, even if it was only now and then. I worked for George at the shop for most of the past year. He probably told you that already. He was a good boss. I learned a lot from him. He's brilliant, but you already knew that. And he's got Lee now, and they're great together. But you probably already knew that too."
A tear rolled down Ron's cheek and he brushed it away. "I wish I could have kept that wall from falling on you, Fred." He sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "You'd been laughing when...when it happened. I know you wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else that night. It was just bad luck that it was you and not...someone else." He knew it could easily have been him, instead of his brother.
Leaning over, Ron rubbed his hand against Fred's name on the headstone. "You were a great brother. I love you." Standing up, he brushed his hair back, brushed off his clothes, and headed for the house.