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          she’s been miserable without him.  she can’t handle it, can’t handle being alone.  blames herself for the split, because they’d both grown so detached after fred.  it had been so hard to attempt to recover, and she would never fully recover from it obviously, but finally she was in a position where she could get up without crying.  well, crying over that at least.  now she cried over the man she loved who wasn’t there next to her, as he’d always been.  but no more could she handle it.  no, she would rather be six feet under than have to live another day without her arthur.

        “-- I still don’t get the whole potato-stamps thing.”

but arthur was very excited, and they had what felt like a lifetime supply of potatoes. “you do realize that we can do all of this with magic, and far less trouble?” who was she kidding? this was arthur weasley. still the same boy who got so excited in muggle studies that he nearly imploded. molly never took that class, but one of her girlfriends was in it and she got all the tea through her. 

Just that fckn bit of GOF where he’s like I CAN TOUCH U NOW like pls. Thomas Riddle. Calm

MEME.   ( to all the boys i loved before meme )      @wizardddads

        he understood the concern or maybe just the question in general. after all, it was somewhat of a big decision to make after all of that training and hard work he’d put in over the past few years. then again, ever since the war had been won, ron was positive he hadn’t actually been living life the way he wanted. he was simply following in footsteps that he thought were necessary. after all, ever since he’d sat opposite harry on the way to hogwarts that first year, his life had taken quite the turn. for as long as he could recall, the past ten years had been a constant war against the evil in the world, doing the job that he’d fallen into after it all. being an auror was fine. it was respected and appreciated and it made people proud. it kept him busy and his mind working to avoid falling into a pit that he was sure many expected him to fall into. it also meant that he was still by harry’s side, which had been an important factor in his decision alongside making sure that he could make a decent living.

          while they had all been far to young to have experienced what they had, ron knew that harry had been through far worse. he’d never had a moment in his life where he could sit back and breathe and not have something worming away at his mind. even now, ron was sure harry had some form of survivors guilt - hell, they all did. but harry had died. and if that wasn’t the most terrifying thing to try and comprehend, ron didn’t know what was. but he wasn’t going to let his best friend deal with it alone. so, when harry fell into being an auror - which had seemed like the natural next progression to everything he’d already done - ron had followed suit without even really considering if it was what he wanted to do. hermione had still been in school, so it was just the two of them and ron keeping an eye on harry as best he could. plus, selfishly, he didn’t want to be alone. it was why he visited the burrow often even after moving out or spent a lot of time in george’s flat above the shop or even in the shop itself.

          ron’s eyes were fixed on the old table, fingernail tracing a groove in the wood like he’d done all through growing up whenever there was a conversation he wasn’t too keen on having. ❝ i don’t think so, ❞ he countered, although there was a level of uncertainty to his tone. george had done an amazing job with keeping the shop running, that wasn’t the problem at all. while there was uncertainty in what he would take home, ron had complete faith in his brothers’ idea and was more than happy to throw himself into it. his fear was more so seeming like he was giving up when things were getting too hard. but, considering voldemort had been killed and any straggling death eaters had mostly been captured? there wasn’t anything hard out there for him to do anymore. things were quiet and he hated it.

          ❝ do you think it’s stupid? ❞ his eyes lifted from the table, settling onto his dad’s face for a moment. ever since leaving hogwarts after his sixth year, ron hadn’t really asked anyone’s opinion on his future. he’d talked about it a few times with hermione, who had been more than supportive with any idea that he’d had - well, apart from the ones that were pretty much life threatening or plain idiotic - but never with much seriousness. ❝ i mean... george could use the help. ❞ it was an excuse, really. while it was true, the shop was too much for just one person to run, it wasn’t the reason that ron was contemplating giving up travelling and hunting down the bad in the world. truthfully, since they had lost fred, ron hadn’t stopped to take stock of it at all. instead he kept himself on the go or focused on making sure harry was okay, hermione was okay, his parents, george... everyone but himself. and only recently had there been some nagging in the back of his mind to just slow down and really embrace time with his family and cherish them more.

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          of course they were staying at hogwarts  for the christmas holidays.  they always did after all.  before she left, she’d given her children a long lecture not to cause trouble, because she did not want to have to march back there and punish every last one of them.  she missed her husband during the school year, and christmas seemed the only time she could really see him.  the burrow was her real home, and stepping inside she immediately felt calm.  she went right to her usual post, beginning to chop things up for dinner so that arthur could have a hot meal once he arrived home.  she was glad to have gotten here early, she could surprise him better that way.

          finally she had managed  to get the children to bed.  it was difficult for sure, with ginny starting the  terrible two’s  phase of her life.  and ron wasn’t much better.  the twins, she was pretty certain as soon as she’d closed the door they got back up again, no doubt playing with their toys once more.  but she couldn’t really be bothered to tell them ten more times to get to bed.  if they were tired in the morning, that was their own fault.

          it’s permanently stuck in her mind.  having her fears visualized, seeing them in a physical form has truly messed with her mind.  she’d been silly to think she could take on the boggart knowing exactly what her fears were.  she should’ve known she’d be paralyzed at the sight of bodies littering the ground.  no matter how she tried it just continued, morphing into a different member of her family.  ron, bill, arthur, the twins, charlie, percy, harry, hermione...  it hadn’t stopped until remus burst into the room and handled it for her.