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Hold an Old Friends Hand	By : NeoMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Hold an Old Friends Hand
Author: NeoMalfoy
Rating: R for Gore and Angst
Pairings: Harry/Ron
Spoilers: GoF
Disclaimer: Not Mine wish they where but then they wouldn't have been published. The boys are JK Rowling's and distributed in book form by Raincoast Bloomsbury in Canada and others worldwide. The movie belongs to Warner Bros. I don't make a Cent. Just like to have them as my slaves willing to do anything I wish... Don' worry I'll Put them back nice and clean. If you are under the legal age to read XXX or are easily offended by M/M Slash fiction then Piss Off! Yeh've beenned!ned!
A/N: This is my first attempt at angst and want all the feed back I can get please...and I'm not sure but does the title work and should I continue this????
Feedback: OH YEAH! Send comments, questions and HOWLERS to
Harry_Potters_boi@telusmail.net
Hey That's Ok, come on around and get yourself together. Won't ya come on around and hold and old Friends hand. Babe I promise not to throw you, you don't have to stay I just wanna hold you. Won't ya come on and around and hold an old friends hand.
Hold and Old Friends Hand by Tiffany

The young man sat there inconspicuous in the corner his face hidden in the darkness the only thing distinguishable was the copper glow from his hair not to be fully hidden even in the dark corners. His eyes staring directly in to his stien. The bar wenches passed him by not paying second heed to him, if he wanted a refill of his chosen poison he would make signal and they would of course return with a new stien.
Among the regulars of the bar Ron Weasley was a bit of an enigma, ever-present, yet seeming to not be there. Many of the regulars and stopped asking about the red head, the answer was always the same. Some years ago he had just showed up one dark and stormy night and ordered a drink and from that day on he had been in every night like clockwork never changing his routine.
Ron Weasley was a man of only 24 yet he felt as though the walking dead, he existed on the physical plain only because he had not the will to end his journey in it. His life had come to a crashing halt months after his graduation from his Alma Mater, Hogwarts. Those days after had been the greatest he had lived though even with the great wizarding war taking place. He had his family, he had his best friend Hermione and he had Harry. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived was also Harry Potter, The Boy Who Loved Ron. In the final months of the final year of school Harry had come to him one night and without a single word they had know that it was meant to be and they had made love in the most passionate ways that Ron had imagined and beyond.
Ron had known of course that Harry had intentions to join up and fight against Voldemort alongside the others, anything less would have not been Harry. Ron had opted to stay and work behind the lines, someone after all had to man the desks and handle the red tape even in a time of war. Harry had opted for front line duty out of vengeance. He wished to put an end to the reign of The Dark Lord. For both his parents and those that Voldemort had taken by his own hand, Cedric Diggory, Blasie Zambini. Who after turning traitor to the Death Eaters aiding the Ministry had been punished and tortured beyond the capability of life had finally slit his own throat.
Ultimately Harry had become one of those to fall. The official Ministry line was that Harry Potter had been M.I.A. and two years later the file had been closed. After Harry's disapreance Ron left his desk job and had sought out The Dark Lord himself becoming a more renowned Auror then Mad-Eye Moody had in his day. Not only had Ron single-handedly locked up most of his fellow classmates that had joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. Such as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Golye but also Pansy Parkenson who was now Pansy Malfoy. It was with great delight that Ron had busted the entire Malfoy family the only thing since Harry's disappearance that had even brought a glint of joy to him.
Moments after putting that huge dent in Voldemort's followers Ron had come face to face with The Dark Lord himself. And after a very bloodied battle in which Ron had acutely been able to disarm Voldemort and render him utterly powerless. He had acutely with the strength that only comes to those who suffered great loss, had plunged his bare hands into the chest of the beast that had held a reign of terror over Wizards and Muggles alike. He had ripped the still beating heart from its cavity spraying blood over his face holding the heart in one hand he whipped the blood from his eyes leaving a red smear covering his face his hair and skin becoming indisiguashable. While Voldemort still held onto life, he lifted the heart to present it still beating like a recently beheaded chicken still running, before it's dying owner and placing it between both hands began to squeeze. The sickening sound sounded like mud squelching between toes in sodden shoes. Then suddenly with a wet pop it exploded under the pressure of the squeezing hands, blood and human organ tissue flew in all directions on walls, on Ron and directly into the open eyes of it's deceased owner...
Every night this same scene played though Ron's head sitting there at the back of that bar the air growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment with cigarette smoke. Ron thought of the moment's directly following his crushing Voldemort's heart. The silence and utter anti-climax of it all, after all what had he expected? That the moment that Voldemort's life had been taken that Harry would appear and be alive? Part of him did believe that, yes.
After that Ron had left all that he knew behind, it had been several years now. He had not been in contact with that part of his life, to him they all were dead, his family, Hermione, Neville Longbottom, who's parents had suddenly healed from their mental stupor the instant that Ron had crushed that sickly fading heart. All were ghosts to him that occasionally came out of his mind and haunted him. They told him that they still existed that they loved him...
The young woman tending the bar was signaling last call. Ron now rose to leave he tossed an unknown amount of money on the table instinctively knowing it would be more then enough to cover his tab. Pulling the black trench coats collar up around his neck he headed to the door.
TBC...
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