Always an angel, never a god.
Always an angel, never a god.
Always an angel, never a god.
Always an angel, never a god.
'Ronald Weasley 1979-2004'
Ronald Weasley, the dumb friend of "Harry Potter".
-"Always an angel never a god"-
The name on the tombstone meant nothing to anyone. But for 'Harry Potter', which meant so much things to anyone, Ronald Weasley was everything.
Everything to him.
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It was thought that the war that ended 6 years ago would bring prosperity to everyone.
But no... This victory was not real and Harry Potter understood it too late.
What was the point of winning?... The chosen one 'Harry James Potter' had already lost everything.
Voldemort had laughed.
Oh Harry...
What's the difference between losing everything and dying?
The first two years after the battle of Hogwarts were beautiful.
They had tasted victory.
Harry had felt freedom for the first time and had an unbeatable belief that it would continue that way.
Lord Voldemort was dead, He had destroyed the Wand and the ring. There were no obstacles to being happy anymore. There would be no more pushes for him to sacrifice himself.
Harry had fun, participated in social events, accepted the attention he did not like at all, and thought he could relax a little.
He even went on a few dates. The void was there but he chose to ignore it. He was happy with his friends and was going to start his own family that never existed.
Oh Harry...my boy.
Oh Harry Potter, you are such a fool.
Harry had always known that Ron had been acting strangely after the war, but no one paid much attention to it.
The only person who was worried about this was Hermione, and being that type of person, Harry didn't care.
He actually ignored it.
And Ron got stupider day by day. He no longer knew what to say, even started to forget words and names. While he was already someone who was made fun of, his actions caused him to be excluded from social life.
But he had them, didn't he? Harry Potter literally didn't have anyone for half his life.
That's why Harry didn't care, Ron was always a bit stupid.
Right?
One day he had even forgotten Fred's existence and when he asked "who is he?", he got a big punch from George.
Maybe things got worse after that.
3 years after the war, Ron could not walk, talk or think, and when he was diagnosed, it was too late. Hermione had an existential crisis when she heard it.
Harry knew. Nothing would go well from now on.
Hermione Granger was an ambitious witch by nature. She was smart. She was one of the best among his peers. She hadn't let his Muggle blood stop her, and she had gained a prominent place even among purebloods.
She was "The brightest witch of her age."
Even though Ron's condition was exploiting her inside, Hermione did not give up and started looking for a way to cure.
And after a while she became a broken witch, only distracted by Ron's cure.
Still, Harry admired her determination. Hermione wasted her career, her youth.
She tried Muggle ways, but no matter what she did, they was unsuccessful.
-"Always an angel, never a god."-
Harry was forced to watch both of his best friends' breakdowns live, and he couldn't do anything.
While he remained young, his relatives grew older, one by one, both spiritually and physically.
He just watched.
When he finally saw the devastated state of Hermione arriving with Ron's dead body,
Harry realized that he had somehow forgotten that there was no point in running away from what he knew would happen.
Victory was in his sights. Who was responsible for this? As always, he couldn't blame Voldemort, and as he predicted, nothing was ever the same.
He could hear Voldemort's laugh.
After Ron, Hermione took a different path, searching for all sources regarding the resurrection.
She resorted to the dark magic, took Harry with her, and together they traveled the world.
For the sake of a solution, Hermione poured her bright mind and got nothing in return. Harry didn't care as long as Hermione still had a purpose in life.
But Hermione had gone too far when she animate Ron's innocent body like an empty soulless doll, and bile climbs into Harry's throat.
Harry could live in the dark for the rest of his life with Hermione, but he couldn't do that to Ron.
He could hear his soul still out here somewhere, screaming in pain. He was begging to go.
No matter how hard he tried to persuade her to the contrary, Harry could not persuade 'mione' to give up Ron.
She thought Ron would be disappointed if she gave him up.
Harry couldn't make sense of it.
"I can't give her up Harry if I let her go he'll be ruined, I'll never forgive myself."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head, her brows furrowed in a sad expression, and it was obvious that she still blamed herself for what happened.
Harry didn't understand.
"What about me? I'm your best friend Hermione, we only have each other now, please...
Ron would want us to be happy for the rest of our lives, too."
No answer.
Harry asked again with a rueful smile for the sentence he was waiting to hear.
“Do you care about that thing more than I do?” He spoke as he looked at Ron's body, which was now completely unrecognizable due to the experiments.
Harry widened his eyes as he looked at Hermione's face, twisted in pure anger and grief.
"DON'T CALL RON THAT!" Hermione's scream brought Harry back to his senses, his face filled with grief.
Harry couldn't even blame her as he looked at the face of his best friend, who had lost his former bright personality and still could not accept the death of his lover who died 4 years ago, who was livid with fatigue and his body, which had become emaciated in recent years. It hurt.
But as he looked at the anger on her face directed at him, the fact that even the first piece of emotion Harry had received from Hermione in recent years was because of deceased Ron,
broke Harry into pieces.
Loneliness came as quickly as the 11-year-old himself. He pursed his lips. He tried to calm down while rubbing the tip of his nose with his hand, but Hermione's angry face shook him senseless.
Finally, he could not hold himself back and opened his hands and spoke. He threw the facts in Hermione's face.
"He doesn't even look like Ron anymore. HE LOOKS LIKE A MONS-"
When he received a big slap from Hermione, Harry already knew the answer, as the punch had grown lighter over the years.
He wasn't even the reason why that punch was lightened.
"Oh Harry- oh- Harry I'm sorry I'm sorry I-..."
All Harry could hear was a mocking laugh as Hermione's worried voice faded into the background, along with her regret for hurting the person who was Ron's last memory.
pff- hahaHAHAHAHAHAHAH
It was better somehow.
Love was a terrible thing, Harry thought
But it was addictive. Harry knew it was unethical to be jealous of his dead friend, but who could blame him?
This is what happens when you show true love to someone who has never experienced that.
Harry envied Ron, who, even in death, received all the love and attention from Hermione, who was now his closest living relative.
Would someone do this for me? Harry clenched his fists. Of course not.
When he finally looked into Ron's empty, eerie eyes, Harry's heart ached with what he had just thought, and he had no choice. After a failed attempt at persuasion, Harry handed over his last best friend to the Ministry himself.