Mischief Managed.

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.

No where.

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.”