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Chapter One: Before
Ron stood on the sidelines, breath coming out shallow and quick as he watched with overwhelming relieve as Voldemort turned to dust.
Harry stood with his wand still clenched in his hand, the Elder Wand in his other hand. His chest was rising from the adrenaline still pumping through his viens and magic still sharp and buzzing around him.
His eyes shines so bright and vibrant, sharp with coldness and seeping warmth after a long battle
He was not in the best shape, just coming back from death and having to fight soon after. His clothes were dirty and his hair was looking even more crazy then it ever did in its natural state.
But he was standing.
He was standing tall and strong with his chest rising up and down as the deafening silence surrounded those to witness.
Ron felt something strong and intense shift in his chest as he looks over at Harry, whose head turns towards the crowd, eyes scanning over everyone as he looks for-
Hermione squeezes his hand, which make him blink and look down at her. She looks at him with a relieved but resolved look on her face. He tries to quirk something as a smile, but he knew he would be faking it. Instead he turned his head back to Harry, who is now looking at him.
Harry is alive and standing and looking right at him and Ron feels and just wants to stomp right over to him and wrap him in his arms and soak in the fact that he’s alive and standing
Alive. Harry is alive.
He feels that urge to cry tears of joy. Tears of relieve and exhaustion. To look up at the sky and thank Merlin for looking out for Harry in his lowest moment.
Harry starts to walk there way, and Ron urges his feet to step forward as well, before a blur of ginger hair comes flying Harry’s way and crushes into him.
It’s Ginny, gripping onto Harry like her live depends on it. That makes Ron short circuit.
Right.
Ginny and Harry have something going on between them.
He swallows the bitter and dark taste in his mouth as he tries to get rid of that bite of jealousy that was pushed forward.
He watched as Ginny leans away only to land a kiss on Harry’s mouth. Ron’s eyes drift away, clenching and in-clenching his jaw.
Why is he so upset with this?
He shouldn’t be when a beautiful girl is on his hip as everything unfolds. He shouldn’t feel any jealousy towards his best-friend and little sister when Hermione was all he used to hope for in a girl to be with.
Years of crushing, yearning and hoping for the two to finally be together. It seems to mean nothing in this very moment.
Nothing seems to matter at this very moment of then the important things, he tells himself .
Because Harry is alive .
that is what he will focus on.