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Title: Dragon Tales
Characters/Rating: Ron, Ginny, George, Fred, Percy, Charlie, Bill / PG
Word Count: 480
Author's Notes: Thanks and love to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anise_anise for the beta.
Dragon Tales
They sat in a circle around the campfire, the light of the flames licking at their faces, and the darkness of the night clawing at their backs.
Charlie had just told them the news, and Ron started crying. George called him a baby but wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ginny, on his other side, held Ron's hand. She was crying, too.
Life wasn't fair Ron decided. It was huge and mean and stole big brothers who weren't meant to leave. First Bill, and then Charlie.
"Why do you have to go?" Ron asked through his tears. Charlie showed and taught him all the cool things, like flying. Summers were the best time of the year because Charlie was there and he never treated Ron like a little boy.
Fred had been quiet so far. It was unusual and scary, and when he spoke, he sounded sad. "There are Hippogriffs and Thestrals and other big animals here. They're massive!"
Charlie ruffled Fred's hair. "They aren't dragons. It's like when Bill left." Charlie grinned at Bill who already looked like a real grown up. "Bill's here now; I'll come home just as often."
"Bill doesn't come home often," said Percy with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "And he'll leave tomorrow. He's just here because of you."
"It's because of all the other mummies in the pyramids," little Ginny whispered through her tears. "That's what mummy said. There are many mummies. Don't you like our mummy?" Ginny looked up at her brother with big brown eyes.
Bill chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. "One day you'll come and visit me. Then I'll show you the pyramids."
George perked up and reached over Fred and Percy to poke Charlie, wincing as he came too close to the fire. "Can we come visit you, too? I want to ride a dragon."
Instant chatter erupted.
Percy listed the reasons why riding a dragon was both impossible and irresponsible.
Fred and George discussed how utterly brilliant it would be to ride on a dragon and make it breathe fire.
Ginny wailed as she imagined her brothers exploding in flames.
Charlie tried to explain that the job of a dragon keeper had nothing to do with taming or riding them.
Bill tried to keep them quiet for fear of mum coming out into the garden and making them go back inside.
When the noise died down, and there was a moment of silence, Ron said, "One day, I'll ride a dragon."
Fred giggled. "You're just a baby."
*
It was almost a decade later when Ron touched Fred's shoulder for the very last time. It felt cold, even through the dragon hide suit he wore. Fred's eyes were closed and he was pale and still. So utterly still.
"I wish you could have seen me ride the dragon, big brother," Ron said.
* * *
Title: And Then You Lost
Characters/Rating/Warnings: Ron (Ron/Hermione mentioned) / PG-13 / Character Death
Word Count: 416
Author's Notes: Thanks toanise_anise for the beta. ♥
And Then You Lost
You are three years old when your teddy becomes a spider. You cry for your best friend in your mother's arms. She strokes your head and tells you that it will stop hurting. She says it is better to love and lose than never having loved at all.
You are twelve years old when you have to let go of feeling invincible. In the great scheme of things, you are dispensable. You are a chessman. And if the world needs saving, you are going to sacrifice yourself.
You are eighteen years old when you see your brother die. What was left of your childhood dies with him. There's guilt and shame and lost opportunities. There are so many things you will never be able to tell him. You think that nothing will ever hurt more.
You are twenty four years old when you have to give up your Quidditch career. A bludger to your elbow destroys your joint and your dreams. It's not a disaster, rationally speaking. You start working for the Ministry, and you enjoy your job. But you leave a piece of your heart on the pitch.
You are forty five years old when you lose your mum and dad. They don't die together. But when your dad doesn't wake up one morning, your mum follows less than three months later. You miss the jumpers, the dinners, the cake, and above all, you miss your mother's hugs and your father's kindness.
You are sixty three years old when your best friend is killed in the line of duty. He leaves his wife and three children behind. You have no idea how life is supposed to go on without him. You've known him for so many years that he's become a part of you. He listens; he shares; he knows. Not anymore, you remind yourself.
You are eighty nine years old when your wife closes her eyes for the last time. You hold her hand and touch her cheek. You tell her not to worry because death must be kind to those who were kind in life. You know that this is the end.
It's then when you realise that your mother was wrong all those years ago. It will never stop hurting; you can feel the pain raw and burning. It's etched into your heart, wounds that will never close. And it's then when you realise that your mother was right. You are grateful for every loss – because never losing means never loving.
* * *
Title: Blind
Characters/Rating: Ron, Hermione, Harry / PG-13
Word Count: Exactly 100 (I swear - I counted at least a dozen times)
Author's Notes: Hugs and kisses tothimble_kiss for the beta
Blind
The locket whispers filthy things. Strong and clear they are - and wrong.
She is false, it says. She isn't. (Why the whispered words between them?)
He wants her. No, he doesn't. (Why did they stop laughing just as Ron came back inside?)
They don't need you, says the locket far more often than is bearable. Ron keeps believing that it's not the truth.
Ron turns too fast and makes her stumble - a seeker's hand prevents the fall. She smiles at Harry, bright and honest. Those two are strong, it says. Stronger than three.
Ron was blind.
Now he can see.
rw_ldwsTitle: Dragon Tales
Characters/Rating: Ron, Ginny, George, Fred, Percy, Charlie, Bill / PG
Word Count: 480
Author's Notes: Thanks and love to
anise_anise for the beta.They sat in a circle around the campfire, the light of the flames licking at their faces, and the darkness of the night clawing at their backs.
Charlie had just told them the news, and Ron started crying. George called him a baby but wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ginny, on his other side, held Ron's hand. She was crying, too.
Life wasn't fair Ron decided. It was huge and mean and stole big brothers who weren't meant to leave. First Bill, and then Charlie.
"Why do you have to go?" Ron asked through his tears. Charlie showed and taught him all the cool things, like flying. Summers were the best time of the year because Charlie was there and he never treated Ron like a little boy.
Fred had been quiet so far. It was unusual and scary, and when he spoke, he sounded sad. "There are Hippogriffs and Thestrals and other big animals here. They're massive!"
Charlie ruffled Fred's hair. "They aren't dragons. It's like when Bill left." Charlie grinned at Bill who already looked like a real grown up. "Bill's here now; I'll come home just as often."
"Bill doesn't come home often," said Percy with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "And he'll leave tomorrow. He's just here because of you."
"It's because of all the other mummies in the pyramids," little Ginny whispered through her tears. "That's what mummy said. There are many mummies. Don't you like our mummy?" Ginny looked up at her brother with big brown eyes.
Bill chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. "One day you'll come and visit me. Then I'll show you the pyramids."
George perked up and reached over Fred and Percy to poke Charlie, wincing as he came too close to the fire. "Can we come visit you, too? I want to ride a dragon."
Instant chatter erupted.
Percy listed the reasons why riding a dragon was both impossible and irresponsible.
Fred and George discussed how utterly brilliant it would be to ride on a dragon and make it breathe fire.
Ginny wailed as she imagined her brothers exploding in flames.
Charlie tried to explain that the job of a dragon keeper had nothing to do with taming or riding them.
Bill tried to keep them quiet for fear of mum coming out into the garden and making them go back inside.
When the noise died down, and there was a moment of silence, Ron said, "One day, I'll ride a dragon."
Fred giggled. "You're just a baby."
*
It was almost a decade later when Ron touched Fred's shoulder for the very last time. It felt cold, even through the dragon hide suit he wore. Fred's eyes were closed and he was pale and still. So utterly still.
"I wish you could have seen me ride the dragon, big brother," Ron said.
Title: And Then You Lost
Characters/Rating/Warnings: Ron (Ron/Hermione mentioned) / PG-13 / Character Death
Word Count: 416
Author's Notes: Thanks to
anise_anise for the beta. ♥You are three years old when your teddy becomes a spider. You cry for your best friend in your mother's arms. She strokes your head and tells you that it will stop hurting. She says it is better to love and lose than never having loved at all.
You are twelve years old when you have to let go of feeling invincible. In the great scheme of things, you are dispensable. You are a chessman. And if the world needs saving, you are going to sacrifice yourself.
You are eighteen years old when you see your brother die. What was left of your childhood dies with him. There's guilt and shame and lost opportunities. There are so many things you will never be able to tell him. You think that nothing will ever hurt more.
You are twenty four years old when you have to give up your Quidditch career. A bludger to your elbow destroys your joint and your dreams. It's not a disaster, rationally speaking. You start working for the Ministry, and you enjoy your job. But you leave a piece of your heart on the pitch.
You are forty five years old when you lose your mum and dad. They don't die together. But when your dad doesn't wake up one morning, your mum follows less than three months later. You miss the jumpers, the dinners, the cake, and above all, you miss your mother's hugs and your father's kindness.
You are sixty three years old when your best friend is killed in the line of duty. He leaves his wife and three children behind. You have no idea how life is supposed to go on without him. You've known him for so many years that he's become a part of you. He listens; he shares; he knows. Not anymore, you remind yourself.
You are eighty nine years old when your wife closes her eyes for the last time. You hold her hand and touch her cheek. You tell her not to worry because death must be kind to those who were kind in life. You know that this is the end.
It's then when you realise that your mother was wrong all those years ago. It will never stop hurting; you can feel the pain raw and burning. It's etched into your heart, wounds that will never close. And it's then when you realise that your mother was right. You are grateful for every loss – because never losing means never loving.
Title: Blind
Characters/Rating: Ron, Hermione, Harry / PG-13
Word Count: Exactly 100 (I swear - I counted at least a dozen times)
Author's Notes: Hugs and kisses to
thimble_kiss for the betaThe locket whispers filthy things. Strong and clear they are - and wrong.
She is false, it says. She isn't. (Why the whispered words between them?)
He wants her. No, he doesn't. (Why did they stop laughing just as Ron came back inside?)
They don't need you, says the locket far more often than is bearable. Ron keeps believing that it's not the truth.
Ron turns too fast and makes her stumble - a seeker's hand prevents the fall. She smiles at Harry, bright and honest. Those two are strong, it says. Stronger than three.
Ron was blind.
Now he can see.
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Glad you enjoyed ♥
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I counted the drabble too. :P
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Please tell me you counted 100 words. Please?
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I love you. These are brilliant, as are you. Thanks for sharing your talent with us.