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Ron Weasley

Third Person POV

The summer had been hard for Y/N, she was empty now that her brother was gone.

June 24th 1994 would stick out in her mind forever. That day would forever haunt her. She would never forget the day her very own Cedric Diggory was murdered.

Y/N loved her older brother with all her heart. He was her role model, and he was her best friend. He taught her how to ride a broom, he introduced her to quidditch, he taught her her very first spell, he taught her to not be afraid.

But that's all she was, now. Afraid.

She was afraid that this was all real. That this wasn't some twisted dream. She was scared to face reality, to face the fact that her brother was no longer with her.

That whole summer was lonely for Y/N Diggory. Her friends gave her space, they wanted to let her cope, but that was not what she needed. What she needed was for someone to be by her side. She needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to fill in the empty space she was not used to having.

Yet no one knew that. So she was left alone.

And Y/N felt too alone.

It was hard for her to even speak to her parents, especially her father. She looked into his eyes and saw Cedric. It was too much for a young girl to handle.

So that summer of 1994, Y/N Diggory distanced herself from everyone.

When the following school year begun, Y/N was nervous. She was scared of being reminded of her brother. She was scared of the constant, fake pity she would receive from students who before had no idea who she was. She was scared that people wouldn't want to be her friend anymore, not wanting to be burdened with her depression.

The moment she stepped foot into the castle, she could feel all eyes on her. She could hear her name in the whispers. She sighed and sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, not wanting to be asked questions about her brother's death.

"Hey." Y/N looked up from her plate to see a redheaded boy. She knew this boy, he was in quite a few of her classes over the course of the years.

"Hi, Ron." She said slowly. Her mind was racing, trying to predict what he would ask her.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" Out of all the things, this shocked her the most.

"Erm, y-yeah, sure." She smiled weakly, before turning her head to look down the table. "Wouldn't you rather sit with your friends, though?" Ron shook his head no, and that made Y/N even more nervous. Was he just being nice so he could find out more about Cedric's death?

"I'm not going to answer any of your questions, by the way." She mumbled. Ron looked up from his plate, his mouth stuffed with food, confused. "Huh?"

"Questions." She repeated. "I'm not going to answer anything about my brother." The redhead quickly shook his head. "No, no no, I wouldn't do that to you. Especially not now." The corners of her mouth flickered up, before turning down into a frown again.

"So you're just being nice because Cedric died?" She asked again, determined to get to the bottom of this. "Just pretending to be my friend?"

"Well," Ron pushed his food around with his fork, trying to figure out how to put it. "I mean, I'm not going to be an ass to you after what's happened. Unless, that's what you want."

Y/N laughed lightly and shook her head.

"I felt like it's the right thing to do. Cause I don't see any of your friends sitting here with you." A small pang of sadness hit her heart, realizing that he was right. "And who says this is pretend? Who says I wouldn't be here with you now if everything was normal?" Y/N's lips twitched up to form a small smile.

"You're very kind, Ron."

"I know."

~~~

Weeks went by, and Y/N was no longer alone. In fact, not a single day went by where Ronald Weasley was not at her side. He was there for her when no one else was. He listened to her just talk about her brother, and didn't say a word. He was there for her highs and her lows. He was there when she cried, and knew just how to make her laugh. He helped her begin to recover, slowly but surely.

Ron was never so happy. He enjoyed being there for her. He didn't find Y/N to be a burden, or to be difficult. He wanted to help her. He wanted to be there for her. He didn't want to watch her depression consume her until she was hollow.

"Where the hell is this boy."

Harry and Hermione searched the whole castle for their ginger friend, but couldn't find him.

"Maybe outside?" Harry suggested. The two made their way out, scouting out the area.

"How can we not-" The two then heard splashing and laughing coming from the Black Lake.

"Ron, it's so cold! I'm not going under."

"Y/N, pleaseeeeeee?"

Harry and hermione peeked through the bushes to find Ron and Y/N swimming in the black lake.

"Suits yourself!" Ron called, before submerging himself into the water. Y/N just stood there, hugging herself in an effort to get warm, before a pair of hands dragged her under.

"Gotcha!" Y/N quickly resurfaced, howling with laughter. "You git! You could have drowned me!"

"But I didn't"

Harry and Hermione continued to watch them laugh and splash each other in the water.

"I haven't heard her laugh like that since Cedric..." Harry muttered, smiling to himself.

"Come on." Hermione urged, pulling on Harry's sleeve. "Leave them be, it seems like they need this." And with that, the two left unnoticed.

After their little splash fight, the two just stood there, staring at each other.

"Oh Ron." Y/N made her way over to him and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his chest. "You have no idea how thankful I am to have you in my life."

Ron smiled into her hair. "Believe me, I am truly the lucky one." He placed a light kiss atop her head before she pulled away to look at him.

"You have done so much for me, I truly believe you changed my life for the better." Y/N said, smiling up at the boy. "You helped me recover, and brought me back. You have made me so happy. Thank you for staying with me."

Ron simply smiled and placed his hand on her cheek. "Of course."

And at that moment, they both knew that they were never going to leave.

He would always be there for her.

Always.