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Owl to Ron - March 2nd
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at September 1st, 2006 (07:26 pm)

Dear Ron,

How are you? Did you have a good birthday?

I moved back into the tent with the other today. I decided to throw Moody off and acted happy about it. Bastard doesn't know what to think.

Considering we were preoccupied, I forgot to give you the books. Please hold on to these for me. I don't want my tent-mates to find them and suspect what is going on or, worse, tell Moody.

Mrs Tonks said that she wants you to train with her and me. She wants to see how well I can close off my mind when you are around. She's sharp, that one. And she knows how I feel. Will you?

I miss you – loads.



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Happy Birthday, Ron - March 1st
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at August 28th, 2006 (09:29 pm)

It was the middle of the night when Ron and I finally left the Shrieking Shack and went back to our own camps. I collapsed onto my camp bed and fall asleep until mid-morning when Remus showed up at my tent looking for me.

"Moody reckons that you skipped breakfast to make a point, but if you're late for Mrs Tonks's training… well, you'll have her to deal with," he says, before passing me two pieces of toast and a glass of pumpkin juice.

Remus leaves me to get dressed. I shove a piece of toast in my mouth and dress quickly. I gather my things and swear when I feel the heaviness of my rucksack. I had forgotten to give Ron the books.

I decide to store them in the bottom of my trunk. I open the lid and come close to banging my head against the lid. Right on top is Ron's birthday present, all wrapped and ready to go.

'Damn!' I swore I wasn't going to be a selfish bastard anymore and here I am forgetting Ron's birthday. I shove the books in the trunk and take off for training.

It doesn't take long for Mrs Tonks to realize that I'm preoccupied.

"Ron's birthday today," I explain. "I forgot and now I don't know if I can –"

"Speaking of Ron," she interrupts. "I'd like for you to begin training with him."

"With the wand?" I ask excitedly.

"No, well, yes eventually. But I think that Ron may be a distraction and from what Remus and Nymphadora have told me, Ron will certainly be around during any confrontations you might have with Voldemort or the Death Eaters."

"Er…" I really wasn't expecting this.

"That's settled, then."

Training seems to go on forever. I inhale dinner and immediately go to Remus's tent. I barely have the flap pulled back and he says, "An hour – an hour and a half tops. And tell Ron I said cheers."

I run to my tent, grab Ron's present, and Apparate straight to his tent.

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A Lie in becomes more-Nc-17 February 28th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at August 26th, 2006 (10:14 pm)

current location: Shrieking Shack
Mental State: content
Background Chatter: Harry breathing

I wake slowly and feel safe for the first time in I don't know how long. I gradually become aware of the fact that Harry is snoring in my ear. The sky has darkened and the room has gone chilly since we forgot to light the fire.

I snuggle back into the warmth of Harry's arms and realize I have to use the loo. His grip tightens on me and I stroke his fingers to get him to relax. I slide out of his arms and head to the loo that I had Remus repair for us.

I look in the mirror and run a hand through my hair. I still have dark circles under my eyes, but I look better than I did. I take a piss and leave my jeans undone before going to lie back down with Harry.

He's sprawled out on his back now, his hand rests on his stomach, and his shirt has ridden up a couple of inches baring his lower abdomen. His hair is tousled and he looks so young sleeping there that it tugs at my heart.

I lie back down beside him and prop myself up on my elbow. I raise my hand to run my finger back and forth over his exposed skin and I smile when I feel his stomach muscles flex.

"mm feels good," Harry's voice is heavy with sleep and I smile. "Did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time," I reply and bend my head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Thank you, mate."

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You're never alone - February 28th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at August 21st, 2006 (11:24 pm)

Moody is a bastard. A right, bloody, fucking, mad bastard. He wants to move me back in the tent with the others. He said that I shouldn't have special privileges. But he and I both know that this isn't about that. Moody wants to keep a closer eye on me. If Moody finds out anything about the plan, he'll put an end to it straight away. Remus tried to convince me to let it go, telling me that if we insist on me staying alone it will only make them more suspicious.

This started yesterday when Mrs. Tonks refused to allow Moody into our training sessions. Moody spent the day stalking around the camp, grumbling to himself. Then this morning Kingsley showed up and they went into a meeting, came out and told me to pack my things and move back into the other tent.

I argued, of course, but all it got me was cleaning duty for two weeks.

After I threatened to quit, Remus stepped in and bargained a few more days in my own tent.

I try to mirror call Ron for the tenth time in fifteen minutes with no response, so I search through my trunk for parchment and a quill to send him an owl.


I'm leaving camp for the night. Fuck Moody. He's moving me back in the tent with the others. I won't have any privacy. I don't trust Corner. I want to give you some stuff that Mrs. Tonks gave me. They are books are Legilimency and Occlumency.

Please meet me at our place as soon as you can.


Hedwig is outside, sitting in a tree. I hold the flap open for her and she flies inside.

"Need you to get to this Ron," I tell her as I attach the note to her leg.

After she flies off, I grab my pack, Apparate to the Shrieking Shack, and wait for Ron to show up.

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Nightmares and Comfort? February 26th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at August 18th, 2006 (02:16 pm)

current location: My tent
Mental State: morose
Background Chatter: my own ragged breathing

I wake with a start, gasping for air, and my heart is racing. I reach for the glass of water next to my bed and my hands are shaking so bad that water splashes over my hand and the comforter that's tangled around my waist.

I'm still gasping for breath and the dream comes back to me. I feel as if I'm losing my mind. I was in that bloody vault again and my back actually twinges each time Malfoy's cane comes down upon it. Tonks told me yesterday that I have several wicked scars that line my back.

I can hear his laughter, I can sense the pleasure he takes from the sound of the metal hitting against my skin, and I can feel his excitement. I try so hard not to scream, not to flinch, and not to beg him to stop.

I take another sip of water and run my free hand through my hair. In my dream I could feel the skin on my back splitting open, I could feel each painful blow, and I remember trying to get away. I could feel Susan as I tried to protect her with my body and I felt the marbled stones pelting down on me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't get any air, and I felt as if I were suffocating. I could feel the rocks ripping my fingernails as I struggled to remove the rocks. In the end Malfoy came back for me, locked me in a room with no windows, and used his wand to slowly removed the air supply as the walls closed in around me.

that's why I woke up.

I light a fag and run my finger along the scars on my hands from the cuts I got that day. I want to talk to Harry. I want him to tell me that this is normal. I don't feel normal at all.
I reach over to the nightstand and for the first time I don't bother with a glamour charm.

"Harry," I croak. "It's me."

I light another fag and wait for him to respond.

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Saying good-bye hurts - February 16th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at July 23rd, 2006 (07:08 pm)

The sun is coming up now and Ron is still sleeping, unaware that I've been awake for the past hour running my hand repetitively down his back and over the curve of his arse. He seems to like it though because every time I stop for a few seconds he groans and squirms closer to me.

It's our last day together and I very badly want to wake him up, but he needs his sleep after the marathon shagging session we had this weekend. The room smells like sex and sweat and I'm sore in more than one place, but it was brilliant.

I don't want to go back and I daydream that I can just put some sort of protective bubble around his room so that I can spend the rest of my life here, surrounded by orange and nestled in Ron's arms.

But I can't. Remus will be coming after dinner to collect me. At the thought of leaving, and not knowing how long it will be until I see Ron, I rest my head on his back and drape myself over him.

He stirs and mumbles sleepily, "'Arry, 'kay?"

"Fine." I gently kiss his shoulder blade. "Go back to sleep."

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Soulmates-February 14th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at July 15th, 2006 (07:39 pm)

current location: The kitchen
Mental State: nervous
Background Chatter: harry talking

I'm just setting the soup on the table when Harry arrives in the kitchen. He looks rumpled, standing there in just a pair of faded jeans, and my mouth waters slightly when he scratches his stomach.

"How long did I sleep?"

I grin and pour him a cup of tea. "About three hours, Mate. I got hungry so I came down for a bit of a snack."

He straightens his glasses and studies me for a moment before sitting at the table. He picks up his spoon and motions that I should sit down.

"Ron, is everything all right?"

I nod. "I reckon. I'm a bit sore mind you but I know a healing charm I'll teach you for later."

I waggle my eyebrows at him and his face flushes bright red. I grin and take a sip of my coffee before cutting a piece of fresh bread for each of us. We eat in silence for a few moments and just as I'm taking a drink he speaks again.

"I was rubbish wasn't I?" He blurts out and I nearly choke on my coffee.

"What? Didn't you call me a screamer?" I choke out before shaking my head. "Blimey, Harry it was brilliant."

Harry blushes and looks down at his soup. I nudge his leg with my foot and he finally looks up at me again.

'I didn't last very long did I?"

"I don't think you're supposed to the first time." I shrug. "I'm sure I won't."

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Break Down The Walls-NC-17 February 14th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at June 18th, 2006 (09:57 pm)

current location: The Kitchen with Dad
Mental State: happy
Background Chatter: Harry coming in the back door

I Apparated directly to the Burrow from camp and I've been standing outside just staring at the back garden for the last fifteen minutes. I don't think I appreciated how much I love it here until just now. Everything from the pond, to the makeshift Quidditch Pitch, to the old broomshed that I suspect is filled with spiders.

I miss home more than I realized

I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear the backdoor open.

"Ron?" Dad's voice is a bit hoarse but Mum said he had a touch of a cold.

"Yeah." I turn around to find Dad beaming at me. "I'm coming."

When I reach the door he hugs me tightly and ruffles my hair.

"You're looking quite fit, Ron." He winks. "You're mum will tell you that you're too thin."

"Mum always thinks I'm too thin." I grin. "Has Harry arrived yet?"

Dad shakes his head and I follow him into the house. I notice the kitchen is spotless and there is a big cauldron of vegetable soup on the fire.

"Where's mum?"

Dad's ears turn red and I see the blush stretching down over his cheekbones. He ducks his head and mutters something I don't quite hear.

"What was that, Dad?"

"She's getting ready." He blushes brighter red. "Well you see it's Valentine's Day and I promised her I would take her out for an over night and she's packing…"

"You and Mum won't be home tonight?" I raise my eyebrow.

Should I feel guilty about being excited by that?

Dad vanishes my bags to my room and takes his glasses off to clean them. He wipes them on his shirt and finally replaces them.

"We'll be home tomorrow afternoon." Dad flushes again. "You boys will be okay with out us?"

I feel my stomach flutter as if a thousand butterflies are trapped inside.

Yeah…I think we'll manage fine without you

"I reckon." I swallow hard and hear Harry's crack of Apparation.

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The Grangers January 29th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at May 30th, 2006 (07:48 pm)

current location: Outside the Granger's home
Mental State: morose
Background Chatter: Blood rushing in my head

Tonks and I Apparated to Grimmauld place to meet up with Harry and Remus. We've been waiting about a half hour now and my stomach feels like it's on fire.

"What time did Remus say they'd be here?"

Tonks rolls her eyes and frowns at me. "Look Weasley would you relax?"

I run my hand through my hair and continue to pace the length of the drawing room. She doesn't understand and I can't say I blame her. I'm going to go and face the two people I let down most—Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I promised them that I'd keep their daughter safe and most importantly alive. How do I explain to them that once Hermione got something in her head there was no changing her mind?

I think I'm going to be sick.

My stomach is churning and I run from the room, cross the hall, and barely make it to the loo before I lose the contents of my stomach. My hands shake slightly as I move to the sink and I can see a fine sheen of sweat has broken out across my forehead. I've got to get myself under control before Harry gets here.

I splash some water on my face and pinch my cheeks to give them a bit of color. I hear the unmistakable sound of someone Apparating in and open the door to see Harry and Remus in the drawing room.

"Hi ya, Harry." I lift my hand in greeting and his lips turn up in a half smile. "Are we ready to go?"

"We're going to side-along Apparate." Remus' gaze shifts back and forth between Harry and I. "If we get separated or something happens—"

"We know where to go," Harry interrupts.

He looks rather pale himself and when our eyes meet I see a depth of sadness there that I didn't expect. I reach out to touch his arm and he shakes his head as if to clear it.

"I want to be clear about this, Harry," Remus begins. "Tonks and I won't come inside but we will be monitoring the perimeter. If we are attacked, we'll send up blue sparks and the two of you need to get out of there. Don't worry about us."

"And the Granger's?" I ask and meet Remus' eyes. "What are we to do with them?"

"Nothing, we'll protect them." Tonks sighs. "Look I know I'm a bit clumsy but I am a fully trained Auror I won't let anything happen to them."

Harry's eyes meet mine and immediately I feel less agitated. I take a deep breath and nod my head.

"Let's go," Harry chimes in and closes his hand around Remus' elbow. "Remus and I will go first. You and Tonks follow."

I nod and move to stand next to Tonks as Harry and Remus Apparate away.

"On the count of three," Tonks says as I take her elbow. "One…Two…Three…"

I feel the standard compression of my body as we Apparate and I stumble when we arrive outside a fancy two-story home. I swallow hard and I see Mrs. Granger's face appear in the living room window.

"Ready, Ron?" Harry asks as he touches my elbow.

"I reckon," I reply, proud that I've hid the quivering of my voice. "Let's go on up."

I wipe my sweaty palm on my trousers and Harry and I head towards the front door.

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Owl to Mr. and Mrs. Granger January 26th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at May 28th, 2006 (09:01 pm)

Mental State: cold

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger,

I would like to request a meeting with you to discuss something that Hermione strongly believed in all her years at Hogwarts. I know it might be painful to see Harry and I so we promise not to take up too much of your time. As you know there is an on going war that has to be played out to it's conclusion and even now we need Hermione's help.

Please consider it.


Ronald Weasley