Someone Else's Something (a birthday fic)
A very late birthday fic for chickadilly. Sorry it took so long, and I hope you like it!
chickadilly asked for a Harry Potter fic, something about Ron. So that's what I wrote. It's post Deathly Hallows, just Ron pondering.
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Ron was used to being known as someone else's something. All his life. It started with, "Oh, you're Arthur's son," when he'd visit his father at the Ministry. As his brothers got older and they'd meet their friends, "Are you Bill's brother?" or "Oh, that's Weasley's little brother."
Then came Hogwarts and the war and people knew Ron as "Harry Potter's friend." He ran into Lisa Turpin once outside of school, and as they were reminiscing about the good times, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Oh, I remember, you were Padma's date for the Yule Ball!"
After Ron started working with George, he was "George's brother" or "Not Fred." The first he could handle, it was nothing new. The latter hurt so much, he'd have to excuse himself and sit in a dark room until his stomach stopped twisting.
Ron was "Hermione's husband" when he'd visit her at work and "Ginny's brother" when he went to her games.
None of these bothered him anymore, not like when he was a teenager and desperate to carve out an identity for himself, his every action shouting, I'm Ron, just Ron. But he never embraced any of them, either.
Then came the day that his daughter was born and of course Ron's family was there. The nurse walked in with some paperwork and saw the room full of redheaded men. "I was going to say which of you is Mr. Weasley. Which of you is Rose's father?"
Rose's father.
Ron didn't mind embracing that identity.
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If you'd like a birthday fic (and don't mind it possibly being weeks late!) request one here!
chickadilly asked for a Harry Potter fic, something about Ron. So that's what I wrote. It's post Deathly Hallows, just Ron pondering.
***
Ron was used to being known as someone else's something. All his life. It started with, "Oh, you're Arthur's son," when he'd visit his father at the Ministry. As his brothers got older and they'd meet their friends, "Are you Bill's brother?" or "Oh, that's Weasley's little brother."
Then came Hogwarts and the war and people knew Ron as "Harry Potter's friend." He ran into Lisa Turpin once outside of school, and as they were reminiscing about the good times, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Oh, I remember, you were Padma's date for the Yule Ball!"
After Ron started working with George, he was "George's brother" or "Not Fred." The first he could handle, it was nothing new. The latter hurt so much, he'd have to excuse himself and sit in a dark room until his stomach stopped twisting.
Ron was "Hermione's husband" when he'd visit her at work and "Ginny's brother" when he went to her games.
None of these bothered him anymore, not like when he was a teenager and desperate to carve out an identity for himself, his every action shouting, I'm Ron, just Ron. But he never embraced any of them, either.
Then came the day that his daughter was born and of course Ron's family was there. The nurse walked in with some paperwork and saw the room full of redheaded men. "I was going to say which of you is Mr. Weasley. Which of you is Rose's father?"
Rose's father.
Ron didn't mind embracing that identity.
***
If you'd like a birthday fic (and don't mind it possibly being weeks late!) request one here!