Harry potter One-shots

Comfort by the lake (Blairon)

Ron Weasley sat with his back against the sturdy trunk of a tree by the edge of the Black Lake, his hands trembling as he clutched the letter he had just received from his mother. The words were seared into his mind, a painful echo of disappointment and betrayal that twisted in his chest like a knife.

"I can't believe you would do this to our family," the letter had read, each word laced with the bitterness that had become all too familiar in recent days. "I thought I raised you better. This... this is not who we are."

Tears blurred Ron's vision as he tried to make sense of the turmoil raging within him. He had always known, deep down, that he was different. But it wasn't until recently—after years of confusion and denial—that he had finally come to terms with the truth: he was gay.

The revelation had brought with it a whirlwind of emotions—fear, shame, and a profound sense of isolation. His father had been surprisingly supportive, albeit with a discomfort that lingered beneath the surface. But his mother's reaction had shattered him, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty and self-loathing.

Just as Ron felt the weight of despair threatening to engulf him, there was a rustle of footsteps on the grass nearby. Startled, he hastily wiped away his tears and looked up, expecting to see one of his friends. Instead, it was Blaise Zabini—someone Ron had never expected to find solace in. Yet, in the aftermath of his mother's rejection, Blaise had been a steadfast presence—a quiet source of comfort and understanding.

Blaise approached him cautiously, his expression softening as he took in Ron's distraught state. "Hey," he said gently, sitting down beside Ron and offering a sympathetic smile. "I heard... about your mum."

Ron swallowed hard, his throat tight with unshed tears. He nodded, unable to trust his voice to speak.

Blaise placed a reassuring hand on Ron's shoulder, his touch gentle yet grounding. "I'm sorry, Ron. You don't deserve this."

Ron shook his head, his voice wavering as he finally found the courage to speak. "I thought... I thought she would understand. I thought she would still love me."

Blaise sighed softly, his gaze steady. "Parents don't always react the way we hope they will. It doesn't mean you're any less worthy of love."

Ron glanced up at Blaise, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. "I feel like... like I'm letting everyone down. Like I'm not the son she wanted me to be."

Blaise hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Ron, you are who you are. And that's perfectly okay. You deserve to be loved and accepted for who you truly are."

Ron nodded slowly, the weight of Blaise's words sinking in. For the first time since receiving his mother's letter, he felt a flicker of hope amidst the pain. "Thank you, Blaise. I... I don't know what I would do without you."

Blaise offered him a small, understanding smile. "You don't have to do anything alone, Ron. I'm here for you."

And in that moment, Ron realized just how much Blaise had come to mean to him—a friend who had offered him unwavering support and a safe space to be himself. With Blaise by his side, Ron felt a sense of strength and resilience that he hadn't known he possessed.

As they sat together under the shade of the tree by the lake, the gentle sound of water lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Ron poured out his fears and uncertainties to Blaise, who listened patiently and offered words of reassurance and comfort when needed.

It was a bittersweet realization for Ron—that while his relationship with his mother might be strained, he had found a new sense of belonging and acceptance in Blaise's friendship. In the days and weeks that followed, Ron continued to navigate the complexities of his identity with Blaise's support. Together, they faced the challenges and celebrated the small victories, each step forward bringing them closer together.

And as Ron slowly began to heal from the wounds of rejection, he knew that he was no longer alone. He had found a friend in Blaise Zabini—a friend who had shown him that love and acceptance could come from unexpected places, and that true strength lay in embracing who you truly were