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Ron didn’t know when it started, it feels like it’s just always happened. He looked down at the countless sketchbooks in his hands, all filled with detailed artworks, almost all of them depicting the war on You-Know-Who.
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Ron waited outside Dumbledore’s office. He knew Dumbledore would be busy with the Triwizard Tournament, but hoped that he’d have a second for him.
After about 10 minutes of waiting, Ron knocked on the door again. This time, it opened up quickly and revealed Professor Dumbledore to be standing there. “Mr. Weasley? How may I help you?” Dumbledore questioned. Ron looked anxiously around the hallway to see if anyone was near. Dumbledore had to have notice as he invited Ron inside his office, Ron accepted gratefully.
Once settled inside, Ron took his sketchbooks out of his bag and sat them down on the desk. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow curiously, “What are these, Mr. Weasley?” It took Ron a second to bring his thoughts together and answer.
“I-I think I’m a seer, Professor. And I think these have artworks that show the future..” He finally brought himself to say. Dumbledore studied him for a bit before nodding and beginning to speak, “And what makes you believe that you’re a seer, Mr. Weasley? I don’t believe you have any seer blood in your ancestry.”
Ron nodded, “I don’t, but I had a habit of predicting things when I was younger.. I still do. I used to get into trouble because I would always know what was in Ginny’s presents and Mum and Dad thought I opened them.”
Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded again, “Am I correct to assume that instances like this happen often for you?” Ron nodded. “Okay.. can I look through these?” Dumbledore gestured to the sketchbooks and Ron nodded again.
He grabbed the first one and flipped through it, then the second, then the third, and so on until he finished, about 15 minutes later. With a pained expression, Dumbledore looked at Ron, “You realize what this means if you’re truly a seer? Voldemort-“ Ron flinched at the name “must truly be back, and he will be coming back this year.”
Ron nodded while looking down, he didn’t want to believe it, but he had no other choice. “I’m glad you’ve brought these to me, Mr. Weasley. Sadly, I won’t be able to do anything until we have solid proof that you’re a seer, as I’m sure we won’t be believed.”
Ron spoke up, “I know Professor. What will-“
All of a sudden, Ron stopped speaking in his own voice and took on someone else’s, “The final task shall come. The scarred one will be scarred once more. The rodent will be back and the fallen master shall return.”
Back to normal, as if nothing had happened, Ron spoke in his own voice again, “we do to prove it then, Professor?” Ron noticed the shocked look on Dumbledores face and gave him a confused look. “Professor?”
“I don’t think we’ll have to, Mr. Weasley. You just proved it.” Dumbledore told him, confusing Ron even farther, “What?”
“You just told a prophecy.” Dumbledore informed a shocked Ron.
Ron tried to stop himself from being shocked and questioned him, “Are you sure?” He was met with a nod from Dumbledore.
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Ron made his way back to the Gryffindor common room and told the Fat Lady the password, this time it was Goodequint. He walked in and immediately went towards Harry out of instinct. When he finally got to where Harry was sitting, he remembered that he was upset with him.. but it was really hard to be when his sketchbooks depicted Harry being in terrible danger at the end of the year, again.
“Harry?” Ron asked slightly timidly, which was pretty unusual for him. Harry looked up and rolled his eyes at Ron.
“What? Coming to tell me that you hope I lose?” Harry snarled at him before looking away and crossing his arms. Ron sighed and looked around, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were all out here.
Ron grabbed Harry’s wrist and pulled him upstairs to their dormitory, Harry protesting and trying to move away from him the whole time before finally giving up when he realized it wouldn’t work.
When they made it to the dormitory, Ron forced Harry to sit on his bed. “Okay. Harry, I’m sorry for not being very kind to you and all, but I’m a seer. And I’ve just had a prophecy and lately I’ve been predicting that you’ll be in terrible danger again,” Ron spoke fast and hurriedly, not taking any breaths.
Harry just sat there gaping at him before letting out a dry laugh, “Haha, hilarious. Like id believe that! Is this some sort of joke!” You could practically hear the sarcasm dripping from each and every word. Ron thrusted his bag full of sketchbooks into Harry’s arms.
“I told Dumbledore, apparently I just said a prophecy, go ask him if you want! In here are all of the things I’ve predicted, I see them in dreams mostly and then I sketch them!” Ron said hurriedly again. Harry still didn’t look like he believed him.
Ron grabbed Harry’s wrist again and started pulling him out the door, “Fine. If you don’t believe me, we’ll ask Dumbledore.”
At that, Harry spoke up, “Okay! I believe you. You wouldn’t bring me to Dumbledore like that over a joke. Now let me go!” When Ron turned to look at him, Harry had a bit of pink in his cheeks, but Ron ignored it, not thinking much of it.
“Finally!”
Harry sat down on the bed again and grabbed a sketchbook, he started flipping through it. “So, you said a prophecy then? What did you say?”
Ron sighed and sat next to him grabbing a sketchbook to flip through absentmindedly too. “I don’t remember saying anything, I only knew I said a prophecy because Dumbledore told me. He did tell me what I said though. Umm I said, ‘The final task shall come. The scarred one will be scarred once more. The rodent will be back and the fallen master shall return.’”
Harry groaned. “It’s pretty obvious what this will mean, during the final task, I’ll be scarred again, and Pettigrew will probably help Voldemort return!” Ron sighed as Harry laid back on the bed frustrated.
“Y’know that prophecy’s aren’t always set in stone, something else might happen that goes along those lines,” Ron points out. Harry looks up at Ron about to retort something but stops and sighs, “Ron, why’d you stop hanging out with me after the cup announced me as a champion. You know that I couldn’t of put my name in because I was with you the entire time.”
Ron turned away from Harry, “Listen Harry.. I know that you can’t control it, but sometimes it’s hard being best friends with the boy who lived.” Harry starts to get angry but before he can say anything, Ron speaks again, “Don’t get me wrong, I know that you can’t control it! It’s just.. you might not notice but no one hardly calls me by my name.. it’s always Harry Potter’s friend or the best friend of the boy who lived. I know Th at you have no way of changing this, but it’s hard still. I wish I didn’t care as much, but I do.” Ron finally stops his rant and looks at Harry who looks back sadly.
“It must be hard, with all of those brothers and then me to compete with for attention.. I’m sorry, Ron,” Harry apologizes and hugs Ron, “I missed you, a lot. Hermione is great, but it’s too different.“ Harry pulls away with a bit of pink on his cheeks that Ron figures is from the warmth in here.
“Friends again?” Ron asked timidly again. Harry shook his head, in my mind, we never stopped being best friends.” Ron cracked a grin at that and nodded. They hugged again, Ron intitated it this time.
After pulling away, they both had wide grins on their faces, both happier than they’d been for a while.