ron-is-awesome-sauce:

rosalui:

lupinatic:

fleamontpotter:

Something that really bothers me about people’s hatred towards Ron is that unless you grew up really poor you have no idea what it’s like and how much it affects you. Especially if you grow up poor surrounded by rich friends. The jealousy seriously eats you alive and the way Ron acted was perfectly understandable. 

Over twenty years later, I’ll still never forget the day one of my classmates told me to just ask my parents for more money, as though I was literally too thick to work out the obvious solution. Because in her world, it was that simple. Or the day my teacher gave me an ‘are you even trying for a believable lie’? look when I had to tell him my parents couldn’t afford to send me on a low-cost excursion. Or how for an entire school year, I had to wear a school uniform skirt so small it left angry marks on my waist every day, because my mother begged me to make it last just one more year. The day everyone thought it was hilarious to ruin my pencil case, and even more hilarious that I was so upset and claimed that my parents would be furious with me – LOL, that silly girl! They’ll just buy her a new one, it’s not that difficult! (Spoiler, they couldn’t and it was). And yeah, I had my fair share of second-hand underwear too, like another character who grew up in poverty. The utter shock I felt when I realized other families not only had air conditioning, but also used it regularly… the jealousy I felt when everyone else had nice formal wear and I had whatever my parents could manage to get… the list goes on and on. And that’s on top of a bunch of other struggles and disadvantages I had.

But to hear Ron critics talk, he was the worst person alive if he ever even dared to want nice things for himself instead of just nobly being happy other people had them. ‘Why is everything I own rubbish?’ is not a permissible attitude, not even for a moment.

I see a lot of people making fun/disapproving of how Ron is always stuffing his face with food and it INFURIATES ME.

When you grow up fucking poor you learn to take advantage of free food when you have it.

Asshats.

Also does anyone realize the sheer fortitude Ron had to have to invite Harry over to his house!?

I could not invite my better off friends over to my house because things were literally falling apart inside of it and my family didn’t have the means to fix it and it ate me up inside to not be able to have my best friend over to my house when I spent the better half of my teenage life sleeping over at her house because my parents and I didn’t want her to see how rundown the inside of our home was.

Ron was so nervous about what Harry would say about his house and was embrassed by the state of it but he saw Harry needed somewhere to stay and he opened up his home to him. People who have always been well off wouldn’t understand the magnitude of that action.

Ron is a damn treasure and anyone who hates him because of his jealousy can’t understand the deeper meaning behind it.

ink-splotch:

you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.

imagine–
we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his
corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he
wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens.
but it doesn’t happen.

what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is
petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal
to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always
has been good.

potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor.
percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold,
ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then
ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!

c’mon it’d be fun. just imagine–

• the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.
• snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away
• sitting
  with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to
  share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate
  tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day
  starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.
• the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this
  friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that
  looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all
  bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes
  it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting
  for, because they’re fighting for it).
• ron being jealous
  that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these
  hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because
  that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s
  been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and
  always comes back.

• ron,
  who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as
  popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not
  a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he
  becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first. 
• well, i guess he got to this house first at least
• ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored
  three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he
  still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he
  still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a
  warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he
  can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry
  he’ll have to go through him first. 
• ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.
• in their second year:
• when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at
  his side and sniff.
• when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward,
  ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks
  my house this was my house. 
• when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.
• the
  trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t
  come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has
  to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower
  anyway. 
• “c’mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no
  one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his
  eyes at them
• and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps
  at the twins
• because it’s not, alright?
• not his birthright, not his
  house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve been gryffindor
• and isn’t
• (and
  harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes,
  and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his
  firebolt). 
• (because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).
• ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches
  in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville.
  harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes
  chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each
  and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.
• harry
  and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and
  harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a
  non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron
  makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team
  broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.
• “he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”
• but
  the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the
  players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues–
  ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the
  cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries
  to spell slugs at the worst of them. 
• it doesn’t do
  much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and
  he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the
  slugs even come out the right end.
• fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does
  manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor
  table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY
  PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)
• (the weasleys often have family
  conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws
  covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)

• in
  the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated.
  it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a
  game, just a game, just a game, right?

• ron
  listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that
  next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter
  articles.

• when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to
  its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd–
  ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the
  slytherin quidditch team into submission.

• ron beats draco to
  being prefect (i think i remember it was
  dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape
  doesn ’t get a say).
• percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and
  george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”

• when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t
  there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional
  bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful
  distance and curses draco from behind. 
• they ride thestrals over
  london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of
  things that get decided at your birth.  
• sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away. 
• ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.
• just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp
  words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised
  and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could
  belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he
  wants them so bad.

• there are so many reasons to fight a war, and
  so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation.
  hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna,
  brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning
  patience and brittle, certain bones.

• just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.
• when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–
• who slept in the same
  dormitory as the boy for six years
• who heard draco’s nightmares and saw
  him paling and desperate all sixth year
• who is as pureblooded as
  lucius’s spoiled whelp
• who remembers grimacing at the thought of
  squibs
• who has known magic all his life
• who spotted draco penning letters
  home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could
  see–
• ron sees them going.
• he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.
• he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.
• just
  imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son
  asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the
  bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are,
  wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you.“ 
• and
  they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s
  trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight
  million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.