#auror ron

[hillnerd]

Ron figuring out a brutal murder at a Weasley lunch because of some offhand comment and molly just being so pained because this is the fourth time this kid has run off halfway leaving everyone else to fixate on crimes for the rest of the meal

It was a merry evening with the last bits of sun streaming across the garden, and fairie lights lighting what the sun couldn’t. They had to move the table outside to the garden and expand it, so everyone could fit. Molly had been meaning to expand the kitchen and dining room for years, but the construction project felt daunting when she had either her children or grandchildren gathered there every day and Arthur was highly busy at his work— When would there ever be the time for them to do it?

Everyone in the family had shown up for dinner this evening, including most of the unofficial Weasleys they’d gathered over the years. Molly smiled contentedly at the sight of them all. Teddy and Victoire were playing at the end of the table as Dominique turned her head and refused to eat the food Bill proffered her.

“Just a few bites, Dom,” Bill moaned at the picky toddler.

“Would you like me to get something else for her?” asked Molly.

“No. We’re trying to have her eat what’s offered.”

Dominque’s face was rapidly turning red in frustration, and Molly wouldn’t be surprised if the baby would start a tantrum soon. Victoire had been an easy baby, barely ever crying much, sleeping on her own quickly, and happy to eat whatever was put in her pudgy hand. Dominique was quite the opposite, and neither Bill or Fleur had seemed to fully accept that yet.

The spoon of food he held up was swatted away with a red-faced wail, and Bill’s scarred face was splattered with sauce.

“If you’re tired, I can take over for a bit.”

“Would you?” he asked, relief on his face.

She nodded. “Though I want to be able to chose some other food options.”

“Whatever will keep her from crying.”

Spoken like a tired parent.

“How has work been?” asked Molly, immediately cutting up some smaller bites for the baby to try.

He tiredly blinked a bit before snapping to. “Work! Yes. Been alright except for a vault we’re trying to prepare for a client that has some fairly cursed heirlooms we need to prepare for. They want me to make them safe for transport, but I keep telling them there’s no making a mentes et oculus curse less dangerous. They should just melt it down and exchange the gold with the Goblins.”

“Mentes et oculus?”

“Makes a person lose their mind and go blind. At least temporarily, though it can become permanent if someone is exposed to it enough.”

“How much exposure would make a person go blind? And what kind of exposure?” Ron suddenly asked Bill.

“If someone who is not the ‘true owner’ of the piece opens the box and beholds the item without permission from the owner they'll be cursed. At least, that's the main way.”

“So if someone were to ‘not give permission’ and have someone else order someone to open the box, would that work?”

“Perhaps,” said Bill, but he didn’t expand on his answer as Victoire had begun tugging at his trouser leg for attention.

Molly noticed Ron's eyes wandering, a thoughtful expression taking hold. Curiosity getting the better of her, she couldn't resist asking, "Ron, is something bothering you? You seem lost in your thoughts."

Ron blinked, momentarily snapped back to the present. "Oh, sorry, Mum. It's just... What Bill said reminded me of a case I've been working on.”

“I hope it’s not too dangerous,” she said, trying to busy herself with feeding Dominique, who was much happier with her macaroni.

“I’ll be fine, Mum,” he said with a wave of his hand, but the thoughtful look didn’t leave his face. “Bill, how common is that mentes et oculus spell?”

“It’s fairly uncommon here—you mostly see it in Ancient Roman artifacts.”

“Roman…”

Molly watched as a flicker of recognition crossed Ron's face. She knew that look all too well—it meant an end to his dinner. Her heart sank as she realized a fourth family gathering was about to be overshadowed by a crime that needed solving.

“Bill, could I use you as an expert for this case I’m working?”

“Er, sure?”

“Great! I’ll just nip out to the office and—”

“Do you really need to leave early?” Molly asked, even though she knew what his answer would be.

He reached out and squeezed Molly's hand gently. "I'm sorry, Mum. I know it's disruptive, but this could be important. I promise I won't be long."

As Ron excused himself and went to get Harry’s attention, Molly couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was proud of Ron's sharp mind and his dedication to his work, but she couldn't deny the weariness that settled in her bones as he and Harry left the table.

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Characters, Portrait Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Bullying, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Dom/sub, Sub Severus Snape, Bottom Severus Snape, Top Harry, Light Bondage, Light BDSM, Fluff and Smut, Improvised Sex Toys, Digital Art, NSFW Art Summary:

When one of Severus' students goes missing, Severus calls in Auror Harry Potter to help. When Harry shows up in the body of a bloody demigod and a smile that could slay demons, Severus realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Somehow, he doesn't mind.

[fictionismyescapeblog]

Day 19 prompt: Schedule

Title: Every Single Year

Characters/Ship: Harry, Draco, Ron

Rating: G

C/W: None

Ron and Draco snickered as Harry slunk through the department, eyes watchful of those already in for the day. They waved when he spotted them and watched him open his door. 

When nothing happened, his shoulders slumped and he stepped inside. But as he sat behind his desk, lights flashed and music blared, a miniature firework show spelling out Happy Birthday!

Ah yes, Right on schedule.

@microficmay

[titaniasthings]

New Ventures

ao3 link if you're interested

The remnants of the green flame from Ron and Hermione’s fireplace flickered away as they carried the rest of an angry Harry through the floo network.

 “He reacted better than I thought,” Hermione did not take well to Ron’s sarcasm, aggressively picking up the cups from a disastrous tea and bringing them to the kitchen. 

 “He’s not the only one upset,” She turns to look him in the eyes. They were the same puppy-dog brown but with a fierce resoluteness. Hermione had to remind herself she was mad at him, “ Honestly, Ron, you can’t just decide to leave your job without any discussion. We have a child on the way, and you can’t keep making rash decisions,”

 “This wasn’t rash. Ill-planned, I’ll admit, but I didn’t just decide this on a whim. It’s been bothering me for a while,” Ron runs his hands over his face and moves closer to her, resting his hand on the counter next to her. 

Hermione struggles to understand how he could’ve thought this through. He hadn’t always loved working for the Ministry, she knew that, but he wanted to keep fighting them. They all wanted to be a pressing thumb in holding the Ministry accountable.

“I don’t understand,” Hermione admitted. “I know the job can be difficult, but how else are we meant to change things? You told me you weren’t going back to Hogwarts because you wanted to help people. You said you knew there was going to be a need for support. What’s changed?” 

“Nothing changed; that’s the problem,” he muttered. “My whole life, I watched my dad break his back trying to disprove prejudice, and they laughed at him, mocked him. I thought if we just garnered enough respect, people would listen to us,”

“But they do respect you!” Hermione added. She’d always seen the Weasleys as a genuinely honorable family. Their kindness, values, and sense of justice made her proud to be one. 

“You know better than anyone that respect isn’t enough,” He looks at her, now somber, “The prejudice runs too deep with these people,” Hermione looks down at her hands, twisting her wedding band.

 She faced their bigotry every day. The little comments about her aptitude and how capable she was from higher-ups. She heard cases about the Ministry's mistreatment of werewolves and house elves all the time. Voldemort dying didn’t change centuries' worth of bias, but who would she be if she didn’t try? 

“I’m not Harry. I can’t get away with making as much noise as he does. They don’t listen. I won’t be some pawn, a war hero they can’t flaunt around to carry out their misdeeds,” he shakes his head, “It’s all bullshit, and I’m done playing their game,”

Hermione wraps her arms around his broad frame, resting her head against his back. “You are the wisest wizard I know. Any person who ignores what you have to say is a pillock,” He turns around to face her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

“They don’t want to listen, and I can’t force them as an auror,” He presses his lips against the top of her head.

She looks up at him. The boy who’s been through everything with her. The one who made her feel at home when she felt like an outsider. The big dolt who’d broken her heart a million times just to rebuild it bigger and stronger. She can’t imagine a department deserving someone as thoughtful and sincere as him.

 “I understand. I really do, but we can’t give up. I can’t give up,” Hermione admits to him. She can't sit by and let them get away with this. 

“I don’t want you to quit. I think if anyone can make the Ministry pull their head out of their arse, it’s you. You’ll force them to do better,” Ron lowers his hands to her little baby bump, staring wondrously at it, “Now I only answer to the both of you… and sometimes mum,” Hermione cracks at his quip. Adjusting would be hard, but she didn’t marry Ron for his status. She married him for his kindness and his mind. Hermione had to let him follow through with it. 

“I’m sure Harry will come around. He loves you almost as much as I do, maybe more sometimes,” Ron laughs at that assumption.

“Probably, but there will be plenty of me for both of you,” She snuggles into his chest once more and stand in the home they created, treasuring their moment of peace.

[missdblack22]

Nuevo capítulo de El bando perdedor tras la guerra.

Después de mucha discusión, el Wizengamot toma una decisión sobre liberar a algunos mortífagos y familiares.

New chapter of The losing side after de war.

After a big arguing, the Wizengamot takes a decision about realising some of the death eaters and their families.

[toorumlk]

running late

[daddiesdrarryy]

Ron: Hey, what are you all doing here?

Draco: Well, it’s a ball to raise money for the Aurors, isn’t it? I’ve always had a soft spot for men in uniform. One in particular

Blaise: And I’ve always had a hard spot. You look good tonight, Weasley

Ron, blushing: …whatever

[wizardemotions]

the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to

[mystickitten42]

This one is sooooooo good (it’s @fluxweeed so of course it’s amazing 🤩). I loved every single detail about this fic.

Dronarry Fest Fic: Welcome, Peasants

Title: Welcome, Peasants Creator: @fluxweeed Type: Fic Wordcount/length: 15.4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Polyjuice, mistaken identity, deception, dubcon Prompt nr: 62 Pairing: Draco/Ron/Harry

Ron was doing Draco a favour by agreeing to investigate him. Better Ron than someone who’d plant something horrific to get Draco sent to Azkaban—or some pervy Potter fanatic who’d spend the whole hour sniffing the dirty clothes on Harry’s bedroom floor. Even though Ron had to take Polyjuice and break into their flat to do it, Harry and Draco would understand. They’d appreciate it. And if Ron had done more “investigating” and less “snogging his best friend while Polyjuiced as said best friend’s secret boyfriend”, maybe it would have all been fine.

Read Welcome, Peasants on AO3!

[alwayshinny]

Hinny 💍 - The One With No Voldy and Where Everyone Lives

AU, where Harry happens to hear a conversation between his grandfather, Fleamont Potter, and his father, James. Fleamont, who has been looking weaker by the day, tells his son he knows his and Euphemia's time is coming to an end, and his only regret is not being able to witness Harry grow up and get married. This bothers Harry, and while on a playdate at the Burrow, he confides in Ginny, who responds as if it were the most obvious solution: "Then let's get married."

They persuade their families to arrange a gathering, and they con the Weasley brothers into decorating the backyard. Ron stands by Harry's side as his best man, while Luna is Ginny's bridesmaid. All it took was one look from Harry and Ginny to convince Sirius to turn into Padfoot to be their ring bearer/flower girl; his outfit consisted of a bowtie and a tutu (James, Remus, Gideon, and Fabian nearly fell off their chairs laughing so hard).

They made each other's wedding rings. Harry's ring was made from the metal from his grandma's old Auror badge (which Euphemia gave to her willingly) and the very first snitch he caught for the first time and gifted to her. Ginny convinced Fabian and Gideon to transform into a ring. Ginny's ring was made of her favorite green bubble gum (that was suspiciously similar to Harry's eye color) and twigs of their broomsticks as the band, which Harry convinced his dad and Sirius to smooth out and place an unbreakable charm on with an auto-replenishing charm on the bubble gum.

They both dressed themselves for the occasion, and Harry asked his mom and godmother Marlene to help him pick flowers for Ginny's bouquet. He smelled each one and was very picky persistent it had to smell like Ginny's hair. It took Harry HOURS until he was finally satisfied with the arrangement. Molly volunteered to make their wedding cake, and a few days before the wedding, Ginny told her dad in a very grown-up tone to wear a bowtie because he was walking her down the aisle on Sunday. Hinny asked Hagrid to marry them, and when it was time to kiss the bride, Harry was just about to protest/lecture Hagrid about how he should have asked Ginny for her consent instead of giving him permission "to kiss the bride" (the boy was Lily Potter's son and a true feminist at heart), when Ginny pulled Harry down and gave Harry a big kiss on the lips. The kid was frozen for a solid minute and then couldn't stop smiling as he followed his 'wife' around all day.

They made Fleamont and Euphemia's wishes come true.

Then, 16 years later, they got married again.

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Harry has been in love with Ron for years, and on the night of his 24th birthday, he thinks those feelings are returned. That is, until ron wakes up the next morning not being able to remember a thing. It was just a one-night stand, right? nothing serious, right? but then why did Harry feel so broken inside? (angsty, but with a happy ending :) )

Harry Potter, T, English, Romance & Angst, words: 7k+, favs: 111, follows: 43, Jan 6, 2020, [Harry P., Ron W.]

[hptrash-lookaway]

Harry deciding against being an auror and Ron being sad that they aren’t gonna do it together, so Harry makes fake case files of all their previous adventures as well as fake auror badges for all three of them that say “Golden Trio” somewhere on them, and he’s like “don’t consider this as us not doing it together, consider it as me and Hermione are already retired”

[missdblack22]

Nuevo capítulo de El bando perdedor tras la guerra.

New chapter of El bando perdedor tras la guerra

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Healing

(So I read a fic where Harry was the mole and Draco had to heal him after he was discovered and it inspired this. If I could remember what the fic was called I'd tag it but I can't find it for the life of me.)

"Wh-where's Harry," Draco croaked. It was the first thing out of his mouth when he woke up.

"He's busy," Ginny responded vaguely. She and Hermione took turns watching over the makeshift infirmary they'd set up for Draco in their hideout while Ron and Harry and a team of Aurors were out finishing the mission. Ginny had accepted the job reluctantly after being assured repeatedly that Draco wouldn't be waking up any time soon so Hermione could take her shift sleeping.

While she appreciated all that he'd done with this particular mission— going undercover to gain the trust of the criminals in order to find out more about their plans and report back to the Aurors before he was eventually found out and tortured—she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to forgive him for what he stole from her. So she avoided his eyes and conversation as much as she could.

Harry burst in, shoving aside the tarp they'd hung up to block off the infirmary. "I'm here," he said, gaze not even bothering to fall on Ginny as he quickly strode past her. He was covered in dirt and blood, his clothes torn. "I'm here, Draco. I'm right here."

"Harry," Draco sighed.

Harry was at his side in an instant, holding Draco's outstretched hands and leaning in to rest their foreheads together. "I'm here," he whispered again, eyes closed as they embraced each other.

Ginny looked away in time to see Ron pass through the tarp. Her big brother took one look at the scene in front of him and gave Ginny a pitying smile that told her he understood she was hurting and that everything—including herself again eventually—would be fine.

She looked back at them—Harry making sure Draco was comfortable and Draco trying to make sure Harry wasn't hurt from the mission—and for the first time since she and Harry broke up, she realized that they really do make a cute couple.

[mpaoshelle]

I just saw this on @romionefansblog account, and I knew what I had to do

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Potter, you’re here…again, at St Mungo’s. Why?

Harry: Oh, er, I’m injured, you see

Draco: You’re a Professor

Harry: Yes

Draco: We do have the hospital wing at Hogwarts

Harry: Yes…but Poppy is sick today

Draco: I just talked to her this morning

Harry: …okay, the injury is too severe and she told me to come see you

Draco: You got a scratch on your hand, you can heal it yourself

Harry: I forgot my wand

Draco: It’s in your hand

Harry: …

Auror Ron: He just wants to see you, for Merlin’s sake! Now can someone heal my bloody leg?!

Harry: Oh, yeah, right! Heal him first!