Grazhir :: Harry Potter :: Snapshots: One Winged Angel :: I Refuse

I Refuse

Category : Missing Scene

Notes : Not much to say about this one.


“Ron, dear, Albus would like to know if you will be speaking at Harry’s memorial service,” Molly said tentatively.

“I’m sorry, what?” Ron seemed to snap out of his daze and pay attention to his surroundings. After she repeated herself Ron underwent a visible change in demeanor and shook his head violently. “I refuse.”

“But, Ron, why?”

“No. I am not going to use Harry’s death as an excuse to stand in the spotlight like some people would. I’m not even sure of the point. Most of the wizarding world has never even met Harry, and I bet most of them don’t give a damn past the fact that he managed to defeat Voldemort. Why even bother? They’re all happy and safe now, so they can afford to come out in droves and be all sappy about their dead hero.”

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly shrieked.

“Well, you know, mum, I can lie if you want, and pretend like all those people who never once bothered to put their own lives on the line are worth the time it takes to spit on them. They’ll just sit there and nod their heads agreeably, dash away a few tears, then go home feeling terribly good about themselves. No, I don’t think I’ll be going.”

“I think you’re being horribly selfish, Ron. Don’t you think Harry would appreciate you speaking?”

Ron pushed back his chair violently and got to his feet. “What Harry would want? Why don’t you go ask him, mum? Oh, wait, he’s dead. You have no idea what he’d want! Harry would hate all this attention! And if you stopped for two seconds and decided to be honest, you’d admit that yourself.”

“Young man, you’ll be going to that service if I have to get your father to body bind you,” Molly threatened.

“Fine!” he shouted. “But I refuse to speak, and unless you plan on using an Unforgivable to make me do it, don’t expect me to change my mind.” He stalked off out through the kitchen door to the sound of his mother’s shrieking. A short time later he was well out of sight and disapparated, then sent out a call.

Dobby answered promptly and was happy to transport him to the Chamber library so he could speak with Haze. “So, mate, I hope you aren’t going to get bent out of shape now I’ve refused to give a sappy speech about you at your memorial, eh?”