Random x reader (BOOK 2)

Ron Weasley X reader

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(Y/n's Intro)

Terry Pratchett said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die.
The sum of our life choices, decisions, actions, and memories of the people we love/hold dear to you go off like sparks of a dying fire.
And in those last moments, before there is no more oxygen left to keep the dying flame going, we think about the moments we could have done differently.
Asking that dreaded question as we fade into the cold black nothingness, what if?

(Y/n's Pov)

Jeaniene Love Frost, a muggle writer, cautioned millions (Wizards & fellow Muggles) that the love cuts deeper than the sharpest blade, cripples more men than a freak accident, shattered bones while leaving them intact, and leaves scars that can never fade.
I never understood what she meant, until I was wounded by the very thing that I always saw as my greatest strength; my ability to love and care for everyone I knew and held dear.

Now, as I lay in my cot in the magical tent Hermione pulled from her entranced pouch, I felt like complete and utter S***.
Too weak to move, and wishing I could close my eyes, drift into the peaceful world of dreams where I wouldn't experience pain and escape the war that robbed me of my childhood.

But, rather than giving in, I felt the roaring lion head (a sparkling ruby in its mouth) shaped pendant.
Recalling the promise I made to my biological mother and father, focusing on my one reason left to keep fighting this war and endure yet another wound that's been inflicted upon my already bruised heart.
Helping my baby brother Harry end this damned war.
My eyes strayed to my right arm where a faint scar exists, hiding under the cover of my cardigan sleeve.
As I clutched my hand around the locket paced down to the women in the Potter family and women who married into the Potter family (like Mom and gran) through the centuries, I heard a creak outside the section of cots I shared with Hermione.
I peaked one eye open.
Instantly reaching for the elder wand I keep under my pillow when I'm sleeping.

(((A/n: In this one shot, Dumbledore dueled the reader as a precaution so Draco didn't duel the headmaster in case Snape wasn't able to kill him.
And Harry's parents are still alive.)))

I had it pointing at the curtains (simple means of securing privacy) and released the breathing I was holding when Hermione came walking in with her back turned.
When she turned around and looked up, she jumped and I held my chest after setting my wand down in my lap.
I then said while hermione shook her head from the shock of the scare.
"Good Godrick Hermione, I'm so sorry;
(I rubbed my eyes real quick and grabbed my glasses),
you startled me for a second, I forgot you said you would bring lunch after I woke up from my nap".
Hermione then said, setting the lunch tray down on an end table near my cot.
"It's alright, hunting for Horcruxes has us all on edge.
(Hermione always knew what to say, she has ever since I was placed on the Granger's doorstep by mine and Harry's godfather Sirius and Remus. The Granger's then raised me and told me everything will be okay.)
How are you feeling"?

I then said, shacking my head, balancing/rasing it with my right hand.
"Still not great, but better than a few weeks ago.
(I took off my locket and fiddling with the chain in my finger tips, stemming it out of habit.)
Worried about godfather, ma, pa, Harry's and mines Mom and Dad, Remus, Tonks, the Order, the Wesley's, Sirius, and all our friends.
(I closed my eyes and put my locket back on.)
I keep reminding myself they're all a resourceful bunch, yet I still can't help but worry.
(I then opened my eyes and looked at Hermione, she may have experienced the same emotional blow, but she still looks like she went through hell to a certain degree.
Her obliviating our shared parental figures is beginning to take its tool.)
What about you"?