Older Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

Ron asked. Jake said with a grin, "That's Miss Blue. Before you got back, she played the piano for everyone. Heard she's a whiz with several instruments. Beautiful and talented. Besides Gary, you're your grandpa's favorite. The girl they've lined up for you is top-notch." Gary Hagrid was Ron's older brother. The name stung Ron like a knife to the heart, but his expression remained unchanged, stoic as he continued inside. The living room was bustling with people. All the Hagrid family elders were there. A few unfamiliar faces, Ron figured, must be the Blues' elders.

“Wow! Yorick designed your apartment. I have been begging for years to just get him to give me a good blueprint. That old man… he never agrees.” “Ah! I see Ron is well enough to call me an old man.” Yorick said walking in. Ron’s ears turned red and he said, “Ummm… I wasn’t talking about you… I…” Yorick walked towards the other side of the bed and held his hand. He looked at Ron quietly for a few seconds before saying, “I will let it slide this time but that is because I am so glad to see you alive. You have no idea how I felt when I saw you annihilate right in front of my eyes. I felt so useless…”

Racking my head for possible answers, someone said words I did not clearly hear. Letting go of my thoughts, I looked up. “What did you say, my lord? I'm sorry but I did not hear you properly.” “You're wondering why his parents were old people.” Ho—how did he know?! “Well, they had Aegon at a very old age. And I was born a few years before him. My parents were alive at that time. They also died from the war. We lost a lot of Wolves during that period. I lost my sister also.”

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

"I don't know why I haven't picked it up sooner; I guess it's because no one put any effort into finding out how he always got his way with the council." "That's Jamie?" I muttered, surprised. I didn't expect him to look like the Goddess's old mate. How the hell did that happen? "Yeah," Ronan stated. "I can smell the dark magic that surrounds him." "That's not how Celia described him," I stated. I glanced back at him. I would have expected him to be younger and look a bit more like Celia, not as old and gray, ready to die of old age. "I know, and I have a theory about that," Ronan stated.

He himself was going to be Twenty five in the next few months and he noted that the age difference between them was not much "You are a very observant fellow if truly you know all these things about a people and their packs from just being there for missions or to represent your alpha. I totally like you and how smart you are, Watson," Ron had said. Watson was only all smiles and they had spent time in the courts talking some more until Ron left to go and sit by Audrey as he was accustomed to doing while Watson left to be by his mate, Carla.

Grandpa Ronald turned to walk away, leaving his grandson behind in disbelief. Lebron was utterly stunned. It appeared that his grandpa had truly made up his mind. The old man who had never accepted failure was suddenly not concerned about the marriage proposal anymore. The only explanation for the situation was that he had indeed been tricked by Cherry. What kind of a person was Grandpa Ronald? Back in the day, he was one of the most powerful men in the entire city. He was different from the regular soldiers. He was never one to care about trivial matters and dared to risk his life on things he was determined about.

LORA'S POV "I have to admit, they genuinely exceeded their father's reputation. They are the youngest and quickest successors to overcome the Truthbound Maze," Ronan confessed, unable to conceal the respect and pride woven into his voice. Syrah smiled brightly at him, her once young face now more mature, her eyes holding more insight far beyond her age. “We did really well, didn’t we, Uncle Ronan?” Ronan blinked slowly. “Uncle?” he repeated softly. A low laugh left his lips, filled with surprise and amusement. He looked at me, silently asking if I was really okay with it.

The rest of the living population of the castle, including the 'offended' Headmaster, turns to face the Bloody Baron, waiting for the answer. "The person that the Headmaster just addressed as 'my boy', is the husband of Susan Sally Ravenclaw, older twin of Susan Hela Ravenclaw and daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. His full name is Erik Runes Ravenclaw, Lord of Ravenclaw and the Hogwarts Castle. He married his wife, Susan when they were 20 years old. Today, he is 1010 years old. And the Headmaster just called him 'my boy'." And with that the Great Hall went silent again.

He would always steal things for me, and when Kit somehow exposed us by manipulating her mother, Ron would take all the blame himself. **Flashback:** “Why do you keep looking at me?” I frowned, looking away from Ron and pouting. “You look so beautiful tonight. No wonder you turned sixteen,” he said, holding a small cake that he had baked for me. I had stopped asking for birthday parties for many reasons, but I never stopped celebrating with Ron. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Hmm, did you bake this yourself?” I tried to avoid the topic, especially since he wouldn’t stop praising me once he started.