There and Back Again Film Harry Potter
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After some consideration (and, absolutely, procrastination), I have finally decided to post There and Dorsum Over again in AO3 besides. If any of you take read this in FF.net, you will know that this has lots of chapters alee over there, but I plan to migrate the whole fanfic here likewise. Hopefully, TBA will exist able to catch upwardly before the finish of outset quarter 2021.
As well, I plan to add artwork (like the HP novels) per chapter. I tin can exercise information technology myself, but information technology might take a while before I get anything decent done. If anyone would similar to contribute, feel free to attain out to me by AO3, FF.net (Chuchi Otaku) or by Tumblr (chuchiotaku.tumblr.com).
Thank you!
General Disclaimer: I don't ain Harry Potter in any shape or form. The honour goes to Ms. J.K. Rowling.
For the first time in what felt like ages, Ron felt a surge of hope.
His situation was no less bleak than when the whole war began, of class, when the whole mess is in full, twisted swing. The Death Eaters are still relentless in their assault, and some part of his mind was aware of friends and acquaintances falling over similar flies in the background. Even Hogwarts is crumbling autonomously from the devastation and death bombarding it on all sides.
Only behind the decease and gloom hanging in the air like a thick curtain were all of import slivers of small triumphs.
They were finally turning things around. It may have nearly killed them in the procedure, but he, Harry and Hermione were finally able to destroy the horcrux in Ravenclaw's diadem. He and Hermione were able to destroy the horcrux in Hupplepuff's loving cup before as well. At present all they need is to impale that snake and Harry tin finally shell You-Know-Who and end this stupid war!
Best of all, later years of estrangement and in the middle of the raging battle, the Weasley family was finally complete again.
When he offset saw his older brother Percy stumbling into the Slap-up Hall before them, a disbelieving Ron idea he had every right to experience righteously angry and cruelly smug, that, after all this time, only when his precious Ministry of Magic had all only crumbled to naught would Percy come itch back to the family unit he essentially abandoned, tail between his legs and begging for the forgiveness and credence he did not deserve.
But then, face to face with the Weasley'due south lost son, Ron felt none of those things, null simply overwhelming relief and a impact of happiness. The stony wall that was his face up will non betray it, but Ron was grateful that Percy had returned because, pompous git or not, he was family and if there's one matter Ron learned throughout all this is that yous should never surrender on family or the ones you dear even if they made the almost horrid mistakes.
Harry and Hermione taught him that much.
Besides, deep downwardly, a huge part of Ron really did miss his older brother, posh talk, awkward know-it-all-isms and all that, just like the residual of his family unit. The easy way Fred and George shook off past hurts similar it never happened proved it.
It was with a united front that the Weasleys are upwardly and showing the Death Eaters who's boss, and past Merlin, Ron will practise everything he can to brand certain that nothing will break upwards his family—Harry and Hermione included—ever again.
Not if he had anything to say about it!
So when the sight of Death Eaters fierce past one of the walls of Hogwarts and coming for Percy and Fred came to view, Ron was quick to his feet, wand aloft.
Stay abroad from my family unit, y'all ill motherfuckers!
"STUPEFY!"
A jet of light zoomed by Fred's head, hitting a masked Decease Eater square on the chest.
"Nice shot, Ronnie!" Fred, e'er the tease even in the midst of a decease defying battle, laughed as he raised his own wand at several opponents. "Relashio!"
"Come on!" Harry shouted afterwards a quick hex on a couple of Expiry Eaters. "We have to move!"
"Get on! We'll hold them off!" From Ron's periphery, he saw Percy burn a couple of jinxes to one of their attackers. The hood slipped from the man'south face as he reeled back from Percy's attack, revealing a long face and streaked hair.
Thicknesse! Ron snarled in recognition.
"How-do-you-do Minister!" Percy shouted over another neatly fired jinx straight to the homo'south chest. "Did I mention I'thousand resigning?"
"Y'all're joking, Perce!" Fred shouted, struggling to stand later on beating several Death Eaters at the price of 3 stunning spells to his limbs. He and Ron had to scissure a grin at the sight of Thicknesse growing spines all over his trunk like a sea urchin. "You reallyarejoking, Perce…I don't call up I've heard you lot joke since you lot were—"
Then it happened.
Ron didn't know why, or how he knew where to look, other than information technology felt similar a pull to the back of his cervix when he saw it: a Death Eater aiming an unsteady wand with a roar of "Bombarda Maxima!"
The wand was so wobbly that it barely missed Fred, simply to Ron's horror, the spell hit the wall right above his brother's head instead, and with a loud boom, the wall heaved.
The world seemingly slowed down, the sounds of spells and screams muted by the roar of anguish and desperation ringing in his ears, as he willed his legs to move, to do anything to attain his brother who was smiling without a intendance, not knowing the threat of death careening from above.
No, no, not now! Non when his family was finally together again! Not when they were and so close to winning this damnable war!
"Fred!"
And then several things happened at once: Ron felt himself hit solid warmth that was speedily knocked out of the way, heard a loud grunt followed by a forceful slam of something hard, common cold and heavy, blinding hurting, smothering darkness and a chorus of terrified screams.
" RON!"
The earth, for some reason, was awfully placidity.
It was the first thing Ron became aware of equally the consciousness ebbed back into his senses. He lying facedown, his torso oddly low-cal notwithstanding besides weak to move and his cheek pressed against a smooth, cool surface that reminded him of marble.
Wait, marble?
"Weasley."
Due west—what? Ron's heart did a lurch at the familiar tone, flat and unfeeling.That voice, it can't be…?
The hem of blackness robes came to view just as Ron managed to roll off the floor into a sitting position to encounter a pair of gazing twin dark pools. "S—Snape?!"
Right earlier Ron stood his old potions Professor who appeared quite dissimilar somehow. If annihilation, Snape looked a chip younger but at that place was no mistaking the perpetual scowl or the hard lines that came with it marring the sallow, gaunt face and greasy shoulder length black hair.
"The displeasure is mutual, Weasley, I can assure you." Severus Snape drawled, his voice now colored with obvious disdain.
"But, merely what are you doing here?" Ron spluttered, unconsciously backing away from the tall bat-like human. "And where the encarmine hell are we, anyway?"
"I would not know, Weasley, yous tell me." Snape said curtly before his face curled to distaste. "And for Merlin's sake, put some wearing apparel on!"
"What are you—?" Information technology was then that Ron realized, looking downward, that he was indeed naked. Right in forepart of Snape! Holy shit, what he wouldn't impale for even merely a decent robe correct about now.
But as rapidly as he idea it, a elementary red robe appeared out of nowhere, draping his shoulders. Bug eyed merely not the i to question what was shielding what remained of his dignity, Ron rapidly pulled it closer. "What the hell was that nigh?"
Snape sighed from his hooked nose. "We are in the recesses of your consciousness, you fool. Should you non know more about your own mind than me?"
"Consciousness? My own listen?" Ron echoed while turning his caput, recognizing his environment for the outset fourth dimension, alternating squares of black and white every bit far equally the middle can see with two stone doors and ii rows of familiar statuesque pieces on either stop. "Is this a chess set?"
"Your power of deduction is astounding." Snape answered dryly.
Ron ignored him. "But if we're in my caput, then what are you doing here? Yous're one of the last people on Globe I'd ever want to dream virtually!"
"I said that this is inside your own mind, Weasley, non that I was a office of it." Snape drawled. "As for why I am here, it is primarily because we share the same miserable state."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
Snape groaned. "Think, Weasley. Where are you actually supposed to be?"
Ron frowned as he strained his listen to recall.Where am I supposed to be? The terminal thing I remember was being in the Room of Requirement, finding the Diadem, the Fiendfyre, the Death Eaters, Percy and Fred…
"FRED!" Ron cried out as the memories all came rushing dorsum to him. "Bloody hell, Fred! The wall and that Death Eater—what happened?! I have to know if he's OK."
"Calm down, Weasley. Your blood brother is rubber, because the circumstances, which is more than I can say for you." Snape said coolly.
"He's…OK?"
"I don't like repeating myself, Weasley."
"Oh thank Merlin!" Ron said happily, again ignoring Snape's irritated snap. "For a minute, I thought I was besides tardily. But non that I'm not happy virtually it, merely that still doesn't explicate why I'chiliad hither."
At that place was a pause before Snape replied. "You are here because unlike your blood brother, no one was able to salvage you lot."
Ron felt like he was dropped in a bucket of iced water. "What?"
"You were able to push button him out of the way of the wall, simply in plough, caused the droppings to autumn onto you instead." Snape elaborated, his voice uncharacteristically something akin to gentle. "Potter and your friends were able to recall you lot from the rubble, but by then it was far too late."
The air around them seemed to ripple, and and then, earlier Ron, a scene flashed: Harry, Hermione and his brothers kneeling around Ron's fallen form caked with dust and crimson from a huge head wound, blueish eyes fixed unseeingly to the heaven.
The voices that came with the sight were garbled, but the emotion backside them was undeniable.
"No—no—no!" The ache in Percy'south voice fabricated Ron's knees quake. "No! Ron! No!"
"Don't y'all dare practice this, Ronnie!" Fred—his potent, witty and at times cruelly mischievous brother—reduced to a sobbing, hysterical mess. "If this is one fucked up joke, I swear I'm going to—! Fuck information technology all, this tin can't be—"
Hermione was gripping Ron's cold hand with a wail not unlike that of a wounded creature'due south. And Harry, the hope of the Wizarding World who lost far too much for its sake, was far too nevertheless, wand clenched in his fist, his eyes shining but unyielding of their tears, seemingly unaware of the war erupting effectually them.
No, Harry, delight! Ron plant himself begging at his all-time friend's reflection. "Snap out of it, Harry! Go them out of hither. In that location's nil you can do for me just you can still relieve them! Become them out!"
Some other loud boom pierced the air before Harry had seemingly heard Ron'south pleas. "Fred, Percy…we have to go. Nosotros tin't do annihilation for him. We're going to—!"
"NO! We're non leaving him!" Percy cried back. "Ronnie, oh Merlin, Ronnie, delight—!"
"Stupefy!" Hermione screamed, whipping her wand to fire at an incoming arcomantula. To the group's horror, more spiders came running out of the pigsty in the wall, all gigantic with hasty legs and flashing pincers.
"Let's move, Now!" Ron watched dazedly as Harry pushed Hermione forward before dragging Ron's limp torso by the armpits away from the fallen rock and giant spiders.
He watched with watery eyes as Percy and Fred helped Harry lay his trunk at a protected niche, watched as Percy laid a trembling hand on his confront with a choked sob while Fred whirled around with an air of a raging bull looking for a target.
Information technology took only a second.
"ROOKWOOD!" Fred roared, tearing off to the management of the tall Death Eater at the distance, ignoring Hermione's cries, with Percy on his heels non a moment later. Both brothers' wands were at the ready and their eyes called-for with a unsafe cacophony of rage and grief.
"NO! Damn it, Fred, Perce, you bloody prats!" Ron screamed in the reflection but to no avail. The last thing he saw was Percy and Fred firing hexes at the stunned Rookwood before the retentivity faded. Ron inappreciably noticed as he sank to the floor, artillery around his trembling form, the horrid reality of his situation crushing at his very soul.
He was dead. Ronald Bilius Weasley was dead.
And he had never felt and then arid of hope.
Soooo what do you all recall? Should I continue the migration? Any comments/suggestions from y'all lovely people of AO3?
For my readers in FF.cyberspace, a huge cheers to y'all all! TBA would non accept made it this far without your support.
Also, many thanks to my beta, a.c.nelli, for their invaluable help! But it will exist a while before the capacity they beta-ed will be posted here.
(And for my Pendragon readers, the side by side chapter will exist up soon. I hope. I'm working on it. Sad for the filibuster. 🤦)
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So Ron is dead, and stuck with Snape in the afterlife. Or is he? Two things that tin be said: Snape isn't a happy camper, and fate is far from washed with our favorite gangly redhead.
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28927080/chapters/70974546
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