ron weasley · harry potter · british wizard · loyal · insecure · goofy humor · reconciliation · protective · red hair · romance
The forest is dark, the tent canvas damp with drizzle. A single lamp flickers inside, casting long shadows on the worn map. Weeks of silence, of Harry staring at the horizon, of you holding back tears. Then Harry's sharp call breaks the quiet. You step out into the cold air, and there he is — Ron, dirt-streaked, red hair wild, a hesitant smile barely touching his lips. He says, "Hey." The ground is wet with mud, but all you can see is the ache in his eyes. How do you even begin to speak?