𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻; Ron Weasley

Only ten more chapters guys.

I throw my trunk on the ground of the bedroom floor making a loud creaking noise fill the walls of the room. My hands immediately fly to the nutone intercom to shut of the tragic opera music that was playing.

There was tons of unpacked boxes in my room,
being that my mother has bought me things but I've never actually been here before to sort out everything. Honestly, I've never actually planned to be here.

The smell of cinnamon fills my nose as I plopped myself onto the bed, my eyes slowly glanced around the empty and bland room.
I hate it here.

I wish I could be home with my dad right now.
Maybe he's not the most affectionate person but it's better than being here. I wonder what he's doing right now.

Suddenly, there's a gentle knock at the door of my bedroom. I already was aware about who was knocking without having to open up the door. I couldn't say go away, so I decided that I'll just act as if I'm sleeping.

"Moons?" Nathaniel cooed, his usually deep voice cracking. Me and him haven't talked since that day when Draco was poisoned, they say he basically called me whore and Freya scared it on my arm.

It was a few seconds before he knocks again and that's when I became annoyed and flickered my wand to unlock the door.

My head immediately goes back into my pillow so that I wouldn't have to look at him, I hated being angry with Nathaniel I really did.

But what he said was just way to fucked up and considering the fact I would never let anyone say that about him it kind of hurt me way more than it should've.

"Do you want to play Qudditch? Like we use to do in the backyard when we were younger" He says as I feel the bed sink down and my sheets slightly pull down away from my face.

I shake my head no and yank the silk white sheets back up—did he think that's all it was going to take for me to forgive him? An invite to play a shitty Qudditch game. He must not know me as well as I think he did.

Nathaniel sighs. "So do you plan on laying in this bed all summer and avoiding us? Look Rebekah we all have our problems with each other but that doesn't mean that—"

"What serious problems do you have here Nathaniel?... let's be serious" I whisper snapped, still not looking at him. "Just leave me alone, I'm sure that Freya or mother
would love too play Qudditch with you"

"Fine, fuck me for trying to make conversation and make you feel some what wanted" He growls lowly as he shoots up from the bed.

I scoffed. "And there it goes again, when I don't do or say something you want me too you snap on me and insult me..." I finally raise my head from the pillows and look at him.

"Also, so that you fucking know I've only actually slept with three people in my life...
Getting technical the only whore here is you,
Your such a whore that you can't even keep
count of the amount of people you slept with..".

"And me yeah I fucked a blood traitor and I don't regret it, but let me tell you something Nathaniel Noel Moons if you ever in your life call me a fucking whore again I will cut your tongue out" I continued, a proud feeling of myself over washes me.

Nathaniel looked a little shock for a split second but he quickly shook that off and just
as he was about too open his mouth there was
a knock at the door. Before I could even reply for them to come in the door flys open revealing Freya.

"My dad's home, just in case the two of you forgot when an adult comes home from
work you go downstairs and greet them"
She reprimanded.

I shoot Nathaniel a death glare as I yank the covers off of myself and stand up from the bed.
He immediately shoots one back and huffs before storming out of the room.

"You can't go down stairs like that, did you
not just here me say that my father is home"
Freya snaps as she points at my shorts that stopped at the middle of my thighs.

My eyebrows furrowed and I tilt my head. "That surely says a lot about your father, doesn't it Freya?" I snapped lowly and
Freya's brown face twisted with anger.

Even though I didn't want to I went through one of the boxes and found some long plaid sleeping pants and slipped them on, I bumped into Freya's shoulder as I walked out of the room making her stumble back.

When I heard her footsteps coming after me I grabbed onto the overlarge pants that I came to realization was Nathaniel's and ran downstairs as quickly as I could.

When I reached the last step I was quickly met with grinning Todd with Nathaniel and my mother on each of his sides—His brown eyes scan over making an uncomfortable feeling
fill my body.

"Ah Rebekah, aren't you all grown up now"
He said, attempting to pull me in for a hug but I immediately throw my hand out so that he could shake it.

My mother sends me a disapproving look and I quickly reflect it. She must be out of her mind if she thinks I'm going to let her weirdo of a husband give me a hug.

"What happened to your forearm?" Todd questions as he pokes at the bandages slightly making me wince. I'm so glad that you fucking asked.

Freya basically throws herself down the stairs and fixes her hair. "She fell down the moving stairs you know.. she's been there longer than me and still isn't use to them it's a shame it really is"She lies.

"Um... that's not what happened" I corrected with a smirk on my face as I tilted my head.
"Freya here thought it was a good idea to write the word.. um what was it again whore—"

My mother gasps loudly. "We do not use that language in my house, maybe at your fathers hous—"

"Yeah, alright cry me a fucking river" I whisper snapped, interrupting her like she did me.
Some may think I was being really harsh to my mother but I believe that I treat her the same way she treats me, except I don't try to sugar code my harsh word.

"That behavior will not be tolerated here Rebekah! Come back here"My mom yells as I began to walk upstairs, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I slammed my door close and locked before they could even think about storming in. I plopped myself onto my bed and slowly drifted off into a nap.

— — —

I rubbed the scar in the back of my head as I walked through the corridors of my fathers house. My sleep was interrupted fifteen minutes in—I was asked did I need anything from dads house and although I didn't I still wanted to go.

"Well, go ahead you only have twenty
minutes and then we're leaving, and do not
go snooping around" My mother reprimanded as me and Nathaniel was slowly walking up stairs.Him obviously soaking in all the memories from this place like me.

My room was on the second floor so that's when I came to a stop, but Nathaniel's room was on the third so he continued climbing the stairs. I counted five rooms because I knew that the sixth one was mine and came to a halt when I reached it.

I pulled out my wand from my pocket and tapped twice on the door and it immediately unlocked. The smell of wisteria and my perfume fills my nostrils as I step into the bedroom.

A little smile grew on my face as I glanced around the room that looked exactly how I left it—Star fairy lights were hung all over my cream painted walls. There was blue tape all over my window, I put it there because when the sunlight hits it illuminated a sapphire shade of blue into my room.

Random posters of the characters Spider-Man and Storm, drawings that looked like distorted flowers and characters, and a blue mural cluttered my walls.

On the floor in the corner of my room was a tank that was for Valkyrie, my smile dropped as I remembered her. I don't even think it's this normal to miss a toad this much.

A blue bookshelf stood tall in the corner of my room, but most of the books were just scrap books and journals I've filled up from the previous years. Maybe only ten items up there that was actual books.

My bed, was a complete mess, there was light blue sheets under a large cover that had the Muggle character hello Kitty plastered all over it. About ten pillows, and about twenty stuff animals that were about two times my size.

On my vanity was lost's of makeup that I was sure is dried out by now, hair brushes, and skin care products. Underneath all of that clutter was a clear landline phone that would light up every time I revived a phone call.

"Rebekah, hurry!" I hear my nagging mother shout from downstairs causing me to groan.
I grab onto my jumper and just as I was about to fly downstairs I hear whispering from down the hall.

My eyebrows furrowed, we didn't have house elves anymore since Blaise gave her a sock thinking she was going to wash it and she thought it was a gesture of freedom.

So the only other person who it could be was father and that just so happens to be who I want to see—I look over my shoulder before slowly approaching the floor, the coldness from the tile sending shivers down my spine.

My mother calls my name once more but just like the last few times I ignore it. If I didn't answer it the first time why the hell does she think I'll respond to her this time around?

The door of the bedroom flys open and a nurse walks out with a tray in her hand that had pills cups and a glass of water on it.

"bonne après-midi" She says with a large smile on her wrinkly face as she slowly approaches me.

"Good afternoon— oh, Bonjour" I say back, with an forced smile as I walk pass her. Looking over my shoulder to see just where she was heading too, the first room which is meant to be a guess room is where she went.

When I finally reach the door where I hear the whispers from I lift up my index finger and slight push it making a small crack, I kneel down and peak through it. It was a blonde lady feeding someone who was laying in a large bed,
due to her leaning over that person I couldn't see it was.

Suddenly, the door opens wider and the blonde lady looks at the door with furrowed eyebrows and just as was about to lean back to place the bowl down on the nightstand a figure apparates in front of me.

"What did I tell you, huh?" My mother whisper snaps as she slams the door close, I suck my teeth and look at her, her brown face was plastered with anger making me step back.

She purposefully grabs onto my wrist that has the scar on its and begins to drag me down the corridor, I try my best to snatch myself out of her tight grip.

"Hurts, your hurting me.. stop!" I shriek as she tightens her grip on me. Suddenly she turns me to face her and that's the moment when I realized how much alike we actually looked,
except she had silver hair and I had blonde.

"Good, so I know that you'll listen to me and you'll listen to me well... Rebekah Moons if you ever and I mean ever disobey me again you will not live to see another day, am I understood"
I give her no response and she grabs onto my jaw forcing me to look back up at her. "Am I understood?"

"Yes" I force out of my mouth as I yanked her grip off of me, using my other hand to rub my wrist.

That reaction from her only made me wonder why can't I see my father and what's really wrong with him, because I've seen him
sick plenty of times before and this wasn't sounding right.