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Images of earlier flashed through Ron’s head, they played in his mind as though it were a movie. He watched himself storm out of the tent after a short fight broke out, leaving Harry and Hermione alone together. He could hear Hermione calling after him, but he didn’t stop, not once. He couldn’t look at her any longer, because if he had; he knew he wouldn’t have been able to leave. Ron closed his eyes, and quickly disapparated away from the pair.
They would be perfectly okay without him. They didn’t need him. Hermione was smart, possibly the smartest person he knew. She could figure out just about anything, she would clearly come in handy on Harry’s journey. She would be the brains of the operation. Harry, he’s the Chosen One. It’s only obvious that he has to be there too. He was the one who had to do everything, he was the one that Voldemort wanted, and he was the only one who could destroy him. And Ron, well… He was just Ron.
Nothing stood out when you would look at Ron. He was an average guy that no one would have even known the name of if he weren’t Harry’s friend. He was always overshadowed by Harry, his brothers and even his own little sister. To everyone else, he would have been just another ginger haired boy.
“Just another Weasley.” Nothing special.
Ron slumped up against a wall, hidden away in an alleyway. He had no idea where he was, or what exactly he was doing. He had never felt so lost in his entire life. He watched as people passed by the entrance. He wished he had it together just as those people seemed to.
He sighed, and shrugged his back pack off of his shoulder. His mind wandered back to Harry and Hermione. He wondered what they were doing, how they felt, if they even cared that he left.
…No, that was stupid. He knew they cared. They wouldn’t have let him come along if they thought he was just dead weight. He overreacted again, and look where it got him.
He had to get back to them, but how? How was he supposed to find his way back to them when he wasn’t even sure where he was at the moment? They could be long gone by now, there was no way they would stay in one place for very long. All that he could do now was wait for a sign, something that would help him find his way back to his friends.
They needed him, and Ron needed them. He realized that soon after it was too late. But that’s how it usually happens, right?
“You don’t realize what you’ve got, till it’s gone.”
I was bored, so I decided to read Fred’s death from the book out loud for you people. I know it’s not the best, but I tried. Plus I couldn’t really shout, as it was 2 am when I recorded this. Also, it sounds rushed. Because it was. Haha. The mixing is horrible. My mixing is always horrible. Um. Sorry, I’m totally critical. Oh God. Okay. I’m going to just go now.
I mixed the last page of the epilogue (read by the amazing Stephen Fry) with Leaving Hogwarts, changed the levels and unfortunately to make it fit, cut some bits out. But yes. This is what it sounds like.
I’M HONEST TO GOD CRYING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW
WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
And it also helps that this is my favorite Harry Potter music piece.
It’s raining on my face D:
Just the forbidden forest in my eye, nbd.
OH MY FUCKING GOD CHILLS AND TEARS AND VOMIT EVERYWHERE
Neville plopped down onto the hard floor below, and leaned up against the broken pillar behind him. He really only had a few minutes of silence before everyone came back from dinner. Well, honestly, it wasn’t much of a dinner as most of the house elves either got killed, or were too afraid to work any longer.
“Why did you not come down for dinner?” A soft voice came from beside him. Neville jumped, nearly dropping his wand as he shot a glare over at the culprit. “L-Luna…” Neville said, as his expression softened upon seeing the girl. She blinked innocently, folding her arms behind her back. “They have pudding, you know. It’s not cold, but it is better than nothing.” Neville gave a half smile, before sitting back down on the steps. “Not hungry.”
She nodded nonchalantly, rocking back and forth on her heels for a few moments, before sitting down beside the boy. Neville turned his gaze to her, and nearly lost his breath at the sight before him.
“What are you doing?” Luna asked, nodding towards Neville’s foot that was slightly fidgeting. “H-Huh?” Afraid that she had noticed his staring, he looked down at his foot, and quickly straightened up. “O-Oh, sorry. That’s nothing.”
“Are you nervous? Nerves usually cause abnormal shaking.” Neville furrowed his brow, and shook his head. “N-No, ‘Course not. Well, I guess I sort of am.. I mean, Harry’s gone. How’re we supposed to fight this without him?” Luna leaned closer to Neville, giving him a small frown.
“Do you doubt yourself?” He didn’t answer, and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. “That is the last thing I expected of you. You forget things a lot, sometimes you say the wrong things, but I never once thought you were the type of person to doubt yourself.”
The two sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, before Neville finally brought himself to speak.
“I’m just not that great compared to Harry.”
Luna instantly stood up, and crossed her arms. “Maybe you should stop focusing on what Harry’s doing, and focus on yourself. You have to face the fact that you will never be like Harry, but that does not mean you won’t be just as amazing, if not more. There is a reason as to why you’re in charge, Neville. We all look up to you for your bravery. Sure, you may not be as out spoken as Harry, but you are still an amazing leader, and an even more amazing friend. I know that there are multiple people who would agree on my behalf; even Harry himself would if he could see you right now. You have grown up a lot in the past few years, and you have come a long way to just sit around and belittle yourself when you could be making a difference.”
He frowned, as he knew she was right. Neville stood up beside her, and looked down at her with pure good intent. “I know, Luna. You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.” He tried to contain his chuckle, but let out a small laugh at her assured reply. He hoped she hadn’t noticed this, but he was wrong. “What was that?”
“W-What?” He straightened up again, still trying to hold back his laughter.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Luna asked, looking up at him with such curiosity in her eyes.
Neville shook his head, and placed both hands on Luna’s shoulders. “I’m not laughing at you. I just found your confidence to be, well, cute.”
She blinked, confused as to what he meant. “Cute?”
“Yeah, you know.. Like puppies and kittens.”
“Luna is not a puppy, or a kitty. She is just Luna.” Luna stated firmly, as if trying to confirm to herself that she really wasn’t anything other than a human being.
“Never mind.” Neville smiled, looking down into Luna’s silver spheres. He seemed to have gotten lost in her eyes, as Luna was now slightly bouncing on her feet from staying still for so long. “S-Sorry.”
Luna simply shook her head, leaned up and kissed his cheek gently.
“Next time you call someone cute; don’t refer to them as a furry animal. They might get the wrong idea.”
He nodded in agreement, and pulled Luna into a small hug. He rested his chin on her head, and smiled. Luna always knew how to make him feel better, even if she didn’t mean to. She was his fresh of breath air that he so badly needed, especially with such depressing times around them.
“Thanks, Luna. For everything.”
Luna responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. She smiled back up at him, and nodded too. “And thank you, Neville, for not giving up when you could have so many times.”