Why Did You Leave? | A Romione Story

A Touching Story...

There he was, standing infront of me, a huge smirk across his face.

"Hey!" he muttered.

Hey? Hey! Is that really all he has to say?

"YOU COMPLETE ARSE RONALD WEASLEY! You show up after months, and you say hey!"

I'm not sure how many times I hit him with his rucksack, but he deserved every smack.

I wanted my wand. I asked Harry but he wouldn't give it to me. Ron asked why Harry had my wand. What does it matter to him? It's none of his business anyway.

Ron came nearer. I could tell he was going to apologise.

Hiding from the snatchers...the deluminator...a voice, my voice...his name...a ball of light, floating into his heart. As touching as the story is, it's hardly surprising. I mean, I have kept him on track since day one.

I stormed back inside the tent. Whether he destroyed that Horcrux or not, he still abandoned us. I knew he'd want to explain and, to be honest, I wanted an explanation.