Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #44 - Ron Weasley {Requested}⚡

*Author's note - This imagine was requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva

Thank you so much for the request + I really hope you like it!

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Female reader

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You held out your hand to shake the boys in front of you. "I'm (Y/n)," You smiled, sweetly, desperate to make friends seeing as you were so far away from home, and couldn't even begin to imagine spending the next year here all alone. "(Y/n) (Y/L/n)" You added. You smiled as you watched him reach out his hand and shake yours. "Weasley." He replied, his voice slightly squeaky and his red hair covering his eyes slightly. "I'm Ron Weasley," 

"It's nice to meet you, Ron Weasley."

"Ditto, (Y/n) (Y/L/n)." You were still shaking hands at this point, making you both laugh and simultaneously let go of one another. "This is Harry." He smiled, pointing to the boy next to him. He said "hello" to you, which you returned. "So, tell me (Y/n)," He began as you walked one by one through the corridors of Hogwarts for the very first time, being led to the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall. Instead of taking in the sights like everyone else, you just wanted to talk to each other. "Born into a wizarding family?"

"Yes, my parents both came here. Mum was a Gryffindor, Dad was a Ravenclaw." You smiled. He went to reply but he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall. "Students, we are about to enter the Great Hall where you will be sorted into your houses before you will join the feast." The doors opened and you went in awe at the sight that me. The Great hall was lined with students, and all eyes were on you. At the far end, the teachers sat overlooking the rest of the students. They were all waiting in anticipation for the students to be sorted. You looked up to be met with hundreds of lit candles, and the ceiling was bewitched to look like the night sky. This was stuff you had only read about, and now you were here; it felt like a dream. Students huddled around as Professor McGonagall produced the sorting hat and began calling out names, one by one. First was Hermione, a girl you met on the train and she was sorted into Gryffindor. "Draco Malfoy." She called, and a blonde boy walked up to the front. You recognised him from the scene he had caused not ten minutes before because Harry rejected his friendship after he insulted Ron. Of course, he was sorted in Slytherin. "(Y/n) (Y/L/n)!" McGonagall called. You took a deep breath and walked up to the sorting hat. "Hmmm, a lot of admirable qualities about you." The sorting hat muttered. "But where to put you, that's the question." The sorting hat could be heard still muttering to itself before he made up his mind. "I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!" It called, and the Gryffindor table cheered with excitement. "Congratulations!" Ron smiled as you walked past him to sit down. Ron and Harry were also sorted into Gryffindor, and from there, You, Hermione, Ron and Harry formed a bond like no other

6 years later, and now a war unlike any other was brewing. The four of you were supposed to be returning to Hogwarts for your 7th and final year but instead, you were tasked with finding the Horcruxes to destroy Voldemort for good. It had been going relatively well, as you had already found one but now you had hit a standstill in your search, and you were still no closer to figuring out how to destroy them. Until Hermione was talking to you and Harry. "Harry, You've already destroyed Tom Riddle's diary, right?" She asked, and he nodded. 

"Yes, in the Chamber of secrets with a Basilisk fang." Harry replied, "But what's your point?"

"You stabbed the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor, right? The Basilisk venom on the fang held you destroy the diary." Harry simply shook his head. 

"You've lost me." He admitted. You thought for a few moments before you stopped, looking at Harry and hit his shoulder as your eyes widened. "Oh my god," You gave a small laugh before sitting down and looking at Hermione. "The sword only takes in what makes it stronger, right?" Hermione clicked her fingers and pointed them at you. "Correct." You both looked at Harry but he still seemed completely clueless. "Harry, the sword of Gryffindor is impregnated with the basilisk venom." You explained, and he sat down, his mouth wide open.