Ronald
St. Mungos was bustling on March 1st as is usual. Half of the patients were just wizards and witches, who are evidently always susceptible to unintentional magic from their wands, so healers were moving all the time around to check on their patients, especially Aurors who had been hurt with their dangerous cases. One of the patients was a Weasley, a woman with short strawberry hair, was holding a baby who had numerous preckles on his face.
The woman began tearing down as the baby slept peacefully. His husband was beaming at the baby while seated on a stool next to the bed.
The woman softly chuckled "Arthur, ah. The kids must be very happy about our sixth child."
Her husband kissed the baby's forehead. "I will be back tomorrow, Ronald. I love you, as well as your lovely mother."
The woman gave him a gentle smack as she watched as her husband got to his feet and nodded at her before speaking to the nurse who was waiting outside. Giving the last farewell, the woman lay to her back, when the nurse walked inside smiling at the both of them.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, would you mind if we put Ronald in his crib for a moment to check on his condition?" She asked softly. Mrs. Weasley hummed and allowed the nurse to place the sleeping baby in the crib next to the bed. She cast a quick spell to examine the baby.
"Very well, Ronald is in good health. And, I could still remember the previous twins." The woman, Mrs. Weasley, laughed at the nurse.
The baby was awakened by a cold wind coming from the open window at precisely ten o'clock that evening. Mrs. Weasley dozed off right away, the curtains were swaying a little, and the space was eerily quiet. The baby wasn't crying, until a cold hand touched him; instead, he was staring intently at the strange man who had appeared out of nowhere in the room.
The man gently raised the baby on his arms, which caused the baby to cry out in surprise. When Mrs. Weasley heard it, she sat up right away to check on her baby because she presumed it must be hungry or awoken up. However, what caught her attention was a strange man staring at her. On his hand was a wand.
Mrs. Weasley was shocked, terrified, and enraged. She tried to reach for her baby, pleading with the strange man to put it down. "The baby wasn't never going to be yours." The man's tone of the voice was very deep and harsh.
"Molly, you promised me. You said you would." Molly began to cry when she couldn't feel her own body move due to the body-bind curse, and she tried to call for help from anyone. The strange man raised his wand and cast a powerful spell, it woke up every patient in St. Mungos, and alerted the barriers.
Mrs. Molly stared at the floor for a minute, perplexed as to why she was there. She slowly sat up and noticed the crib. She felt a suddenly sharp pain in her heart but has no idea why.
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A loud crack was heard outside of a ranch house. It was morning and the neighborhood was finally getting ready for another day, whether for school or for work, the streets were less crowded with muggle vehicles, and a paperboy delivering newspapers to each door, some of the owners even caught it by their own hands, but no one ever noticed a strange man standing on the porch of a ranch. He was dressed in a long dark cloak, holding a basket.
He placed it on the ground and pulled out a neatly blank card, letters had begun forming itself and a named "Ronald" were appeared in a golden colored cursive italics.
"Gabriel, get up now immediately and wake up Alex! She’ll be late for her training again. And I leave a note on what to buy at the supermarket later, Darling, I love you, and I know you blew up the cake last Sunday, so please do not turn on the oven without asking me. Where are the keys, please? Who took my keys!?"
His husband was calmly placing the eggs and bacon on each plate before adding the pancakes. It was a hectic day for the woman who had received an urgent message from her office at the company she collaborated for. The one of her children, Gabriel, was groaning as he slammed his older sister's door after opening the door to his room.
The woman put her brown loafers as she opened the door, taking the keys from his husband's jacket that hung on the clothes rack, "Mommy! Gabriel stole my music player!"
"Bleh!” Gabriel took out his tongue as he took a seat at the kitchen chair and started eating. Alex walked towards the kitchen, huffing.
"Gabriel, honey, I have to go now. Alex, good luck to your training. Where’s Charlotte?” The woman kissed both of her children as she flung open the entrance door, stopped as he saw a basket at the ground. Gabriel pointed to the toddler, who was playing with dolls on the floor.
"Did Mrs. Halls, leave some freshly baked breads again? I bet she just wanted to impress my husband again." She snapped as she put her hands on the handle, getting ready to put it to the nearest trash can as she noticed something moved from it.
Is this a cat or something? Goodness, she actually does not want any pets lurking in her home! To check, she clutched the basket to her chest. “Oh—my—god.” She gasped.
After nearly letting the basket fall to the ground in shock, she set it down and closed her eyes, I don’t have a time for this! She tried to calmed down after a seconds as she slowly peered inside. There she noticed a card and a name written on it, and a baby. It was actually a baby. She took a long breathe again first before hurriedly walking inside, carrying the basket.
"We need to talk—all of you!"
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Mrs. Taylor was raised to believe that not every child is born into a loving household, therefore she grew up to be a doting mother, a trait inherited from her father, a professor at Washington. Her mother died not long after she turned 24, married a charming man, and gave birth to three children, Alex the older sister, Gabriel the middle one and Charlotte the youngest one. She was just a regular woman with a normal family, and the arrival of another child in her home shocked her to the bones. So, Mrs. Taylor ended up not working for two days, because her family was in shocked.
“What’s his name—“
“—the baby so cute! He have red hair—“
“And lots of freckles—“
Mrs. Taylor hushed her children as she lifted Charlotte, while her husband checked on the baby in the crib, which was set up in one of the house's disused rooms. "Go back to your rooms, now." the two grumbled as they scurried out of the room.
Mr. Taylor nodded at her, taking Charlotte on his arms. “Are you sure?”
"Of course, we'll adopt him." She put her hands on her hips and tried to calm herself down as she tiredly smiled at her husband, who began walking outside.
“Welcome to my family, Ronald.”
If you asked Mr. Taylor how he was these past three years, it was a disaster. He was the one who was responsible for the two toddlers. Ron and Charlotte are inseparable; they were always running around, playing, and sometimes arguing over trivial matters such as food! Charlotte wanted to be a nurse and used to read books with Ron and teach him what she learnt at school. Ron just continued nodding in accordance with whatever she was saying, he doesn’t really understand a single thing.
After the summer, Ron will begin preschool, and they needed to prepare him. They began buying more books for him to read, as well as some coloring books, and they were pleased that Charlotte was there to help him learn. "You say the letter B as Bee, copy me."
Gabriel sometimes teased Charlotte for it, and always ended up with a fight outside in the front yard.
Ron had started preschool after the summer, and their teacher, Ms. Oasis, had a lovely voice that she used to teach children to sing. The playground was one of Ron's favorite places—who wouldn't be? He enjoyed the slides so much that he was sometimes pushed by others who were impatient to slide. But who cares? As long as they were enjoying it.
Ron was taught to share things, “I once saw my daddy bought a dog named Mina, but Mina later die.” The girl besides him said.
“My mommy doesn’t want pets in home.” Ron said.
‘Your mommy is mean.” Ron remembered that, so when he got home, he cried and told Mrs. Taylor what he had heard. She changed her views about pets as a doting mother, she bought a dog for them, reminding her husband to teach the dog how to behave and not to dirt the house. The four children ended up fighting what to name it.
“No—I want Gandalf!”
“You nerd! Just name it, Troy.”
“You two are lames, I say, we should name it White. Because the dog’s white.”
“Just name it Star, like Star Wars!”
“Boo!”
Mrs. Taylor then came, outraged by the commotion at the living room. Telling them that Dog will be the dog's name. "No and no," the four began stomping their feet at the name. "Return to your rooms, now!“ She shouted.
“That was lamer than Gandalf.” Charlotte snorted.
“Bitch—“
“Gabriel.” Mrs. Taylor glared at him.
Ron later learned that Gabriel was a huge nerd, because when he visited his room, it was full of figurines, books, and some weird looking poster with a horrible skull on it. The music from the speaker was also loud and irritating. Alex walked into the room and told Ron that was called rock music, and Ron immediately despised it.