Therapy - Ron Weasley
written for 10tunes
Title: Therapy
Author: Lynn Malfoy (the_spinnersend)
Characters: Ron Weasley
CD & Song: Nature Boy - David Bowie
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Kind of elusive. I really wanted him to be writing the words, so lets just pretend that Ron would talk like that, k?
The pages were crisp, she’d have liked that. With a sigh he opened the journal. The blankness of the parchment was daunting. He could write anything. He could write everything. And yet he wrote nothing… It was as though writing it down would make it true and he didn’t think he had the courage to do that That’s probably why he is making me have a journal… Slowly he scribed the date at the top.
This story is about love, the woman I loved is dead...
He stared at the words and tear stung his eyes. It was becoming real with every scratch of the quill. Ron decided to start at the beginning because the journal didn’t know anything. But when was the beginning?
There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little child and sailed about, but very wise, was he. And then one day, one magic day he passed my way,
while we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.”
He’d meant many people during what should have been his seventh year at Hogwarts, during his quest for the horcruxes, but none had left an impression like Felix. Felix had given him the courage to say what he’d known for years… I love you.
The words cut him and tears began to stain the parchment. It was enough for now. He’d written in the journal.
Title: Therapy
Author: Lynn Malfoy (the_spinnersend)
Characters: Ron Weasley
CD & Song: Nature Boy - David Bowie
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Kind of elusive. I really wanted him to be writing the words, so lets just pretend that Ron would talk like that, k?
The pages were crisp, she’d have liked that. With a sigh he opened the journal. The blankness of the parchment was daunting. He could write anything. He could write everything. And yet he wrote nothing… It was as though writing it down would make it true and he didn’t think he had the courage to do that That’s probably why he is making me have a journal… Slowly he scribed the date at the top.
This story is about love, the woman I loved is dead...
He stared at the words and tear stung his eyes. It was becoming real with every scratch of the quill. Ron decided to start at the beginning because the journal didn’t know anything. But when was the beginning?
There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little child and sailed about, but very wise, was he. And then one day, one magic day he passed my way,
while we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.”
He’d meant many people during what should have been his seventh year at Hogwarts, during his quest for the horcruxes, but none had left an impression like Felix. Felix had given him the courage to say what he’d known for years… I love you.
The words cut him and tears began to stain the parchment. It was enough for now. He’d written in the journal.