Title: Perspective: Ron Weasley
Author: Shadow Rebirth
Chapter WC: 892
Story WC: 892
First Written: November 12, 2008
Last Edited: November 24, 2008
Posted: November 23, 2008
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This work has not been endorsed by J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros., or any of the others holding copyright or license to the Harry Potter books, movies, and products. No connection is implied or should be inferred. Other names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author receives no financial gain from its production or distribution.
Summary: A collection of one-shots focusing on a character's actions through their perspective.
A/N: ...I just keep coming up with one-shot collections lately, don't I? I can't help it; the ideas just won't leave me alone. Unlike Realism, however, these will be much more serious and will focus looking at characters' actions through their perspective. This first one will be about Ron and is had been written because, well, honestly I really, really don't like Ron's character and have never really been able to see exactly why Harry is friends with him. This one-shot is perhaps a brief explanation on why Ron might act the way that he does. Take it how you will. Please read, review, and enjoy!
Best and Worst of Friends
Ron Weasley sat alone on top of the Astronomy tower, his arms wrapped around his legs, holding them against his chest. Slowly, almost lazily, he flicked his wrist and sent a small pebble flying over the wall. His dark eyes tracked the projectile as it plummeted to ground far below.
Sometimes it felt good to get away. To be separate from everything, from everyone. From all the problems that life thrust into his face.
Ron knew very well that he was emotionally stunted. It came from growing up with so many siblings. He was loved by his family, of course, but having older siblings constantly pick on him, having them overlook him for other, more important things in their lives was not exactly ideal conditions to learn how to express oneself.
It was because of this that Ron had been so overjoyed when he'd finally gotten to come to Hogwarts. He'd finally had a chance to start anew, to make friends, and to be his own person.
Harry Potter was his best friend. And not only because of all the things they'd done together, but also because he was his first friend outside of his family. Harry had been the first person to recognize him as being Ron, rather than "just another Weasley". He was one of few to do so and for that Ron would forever be grateful.
Though he'd probably never admit it aloud, Ron really looked up to Harry. He was without a doubt one of the greatest people he'd ever met—possibly even greater than Dumbledore. No matter what life threw his way, Harry always got through it with his head held high. He was selfless and honorable and didn't have a mean bone in his body. Harry did everything he could for others. Ron was convinced that Harry would gladly give his life for a complete stranger if only that person asked.
In a way, Harry was everything that Ron was not. Harry was forgiving where Ron was jealous, he was self-sacrificing where Ron was greedy, he was patient where Ron was short-tempered, he was humble where Ron was boastful, and he was fearless where Ron would cower. Ron recognized this, and it was his greatest fear that one day Harry would too.
With a flick of his wrist, Ron tossed another pebble over the edge of the tower.
Ron knew without a doubt that Harry was a better person than him. Hell, Harry was a better person than perhaps anyone in Hogwarts. The thing was Harry never seemed to realize this, despite all of the things that he'd done for others. He always said that anyone would do the same in his place, but the reality was that most people, including Ron himself, would have broken long ago under the strain that Harry was put under. It would be so easy for Harry to succumb to the darkness, for him to take the path of power and vengeance, but he never did.
The thing was, one day Harry would realize all of this. One day he would finally wake up and realize just how great of a person he was. He would realize how much better he was than Ron. The redhead truly feared that day, because he knew that Harry would then leave him. His first and best friend would leave him.
Had Ron fully thought this through, he would realize that such actions didn't match up with Harry's personality in the slightest, but fears are rarely rational.
In reaction to his fears, Ron did the only thing that he could: He lashed out whenever he and Harry started drifting apart. Unconsciously, he was trying to push Harry away. If Harry was mad at him, then he'd leave because of Ron's temperament and not because he realized how much better than Ron. This, of course, defeated the entire purpose of Harry not leaving, but it was the only way that Ron could deal with it.
He was desperate and he knew it.
"Oi, Ron, what are you doing here? The break period is over."
Surprised, Ron turned from his perch to find Harry standing in the doorway that led into the tower. One of his eyebrows was arched in silent question.
Plastering a smile across his face, Ron leapt to his feet. "Eh, I was just thinking," the young wizard replied somewhat awkwardly as he approached his friend.
Harry let out a snort. "Thinking? You? I hope you didn't hurt yourself."
"Oi, that's harsh mate! At least I didn't make a girl cry during a date." Despite his words, the laughter in Ron's voice made it clear exactly what he thought of this. Harry grimaced, thoughts of Cho and their recent date obviously crossing his mind. Ron let out a bark of laughter and slapped Harry on the back. "C'mon, mate," he continued while still grinning, "Like you said, we've got a class to get to."
Grumbling, Harry moved in front of Ron as they began to descend the stairs. Ron was glad for this because it meant that the other wizard was unable to see the sad glint that flashed across the redhead's eyes.
One day, Harry would realize how much better of a person he was and break off their friendship, but until then they were friends.
The best and worst of friends.