Just a little story based on the song 'Emotionless' by Good Charlotte. Enjoy! :D

Hugo had been trying to write the same letter for three days now; he just didn't know what to write or how to start. But he knew he had too; it had been forever. He'd heard stories, some said he was dead, others said he was on some secret mission, others that he had just left and others that he was now a wanted criminal but they all had the same ending; no one knew where he was. And his mother certainly wouldn't talk to him; he had thought that Uncle Harry or another Uncle or one of his mother's friends would tell him something but they never did. When he was young they would say that they would tell him when he was older and he was fifteen now and they still wouldn't tell him; it was a long story and they didn't have the time or it wasn't the right time to tell him, but when was?

He had an older sister, Rose, and she was in the same amount of darkness as him and so was Teddy, who had come to live with them ten years ago after he had had a fight with Uncle Harry's wife, Auntie Ginny. Even Teddy didn't know and he wasn't even biological family, did anyone know where his dad was?

He had to write; he needed to know the truth, they all did.

Should he write "dad" or "Ron"?

But this man was his father, even if he wasn't even home, but he was somewhere and he had his reasons and maybe they were good ones...Hugo hoped, wished, so.

Hugo didn't hate Ron; the hate had faded long ago and was replaced with curiosity.

Why?

When he was younger, Hugo had believed that it was something to do with him; he was the cause of his father's disappearing act – nearly every child believes it is their fault and it never is, but it will always take them a few months or even years to realise that.

Hugo wondered if Ron thought about what had happened to them after he had left; no one had seen it coming. He, Rose or Teddy had never seen or heard their parents arguing and no one had even asked if his parents were alright; they were always alright.
Then Ron left. Gone.

Did Ron care for them? Maybe there was nothing to this, maybe it was just simple and they were just thinking too hard...but when is anything in life ever simple.

They – his mum, Hugo, Rose and even Teddy – had found it hard when Ron left; he was a rock; Mum had always said that he had "the emotional range of a teaspoon", so you could always go to him and cry and he would just cuddle you and never asked any questions. Talking at him had always helped a young Hugo or Rose and even Teddy.

His Mum would never talk about it and even now she would say nothing about him leaving and even if the subject was even hinted about she would clam up and start a conversation about something completely irreverent; maybe she knew more than she was letting on...maybe.

Everything was a maybe or if now.

Hugo decided that questions could be a good starting point; he had always asked and never got any answers but maybe Ron would answer them. Maybe.

Hugo wondered if Ron ever thought of them. Not just of him leaving but his children, including Teddy. Did he even care for them now...had he ever? Maybe Ron had left for another woman – his Mum did have some huge fight with some woman called Lavender Brown and had accused her of taking Ron away from her; she had said that this Lavender was "hiding" Ron; Hugo had just thought it was blind anger talking, his Mum apologised...in the end. But maybe she was telling the truth. – And maybe he now had other children. Would he even remember Hugo? Maybe he would just read the letter and not remember but Hugo knew he would have to think positive. He always had.

He, along with Rose and Teddy, would dream that one day, their Dad would wonder straight into the house, like nothing had even happened, make a joke, like he always would, and everything would be alright. Hugo knew Ron could fix their family again.

It had been eight years to the day that Ron had left.
It had been a stormy night, the children had gone to bed early and their mother had soon followed. Hermione had always sworn that Ron had got into bed beside her that night, but maybe he didn't. Maybe he just took off when they had all gone to bed.
The strange thing was that Ron had left no note and all of his clothes and wizarding passport had been left behind, the floo powder wasn't touched, all of his money was left and his accounts had never been touched and even stranger of all, his wand was left on the dining table. A wizard that didn't take his own wand? It had confused everyone, some said that he left it so that he couldn't be tracked or that he had had no time to pick it up...but a wizard's wand was like an extra body part...you just didn't leave your arm behind.

Hugo thought of the morning and weeks that followed, they had all thought that he would stroll back in; every time the doorbell rung or someone knocked, a small beam of hope would arise, thinking that it was Dad...it never was.

That beam of hope had faded a long long time ago.

Hugo and his family had managed, people helped out, gave plates of food, but now it was only close family that still helped or even seemed to remember. Others had just got used to it being Hermione and three children and now they had got used to their Mum and them. They had adapted, slowly at first, but now it was just life and Hugo just didn't know if he could deal with it if his Dad came back. He doubted if his Mum would allow his Dad back, but she couldn't stop him from seeing them...could she?

Hugo remembered that after those hopeful weeks had faded, how they had cried. Their Mum had held them as they cried for their Dad; he remembered how they would hear her crying into her pillow at night. She had remarried or even dated after their Dad had left. She had loved him but did she still?

Maybe one good thing would come of his Dad leaving, Hugo knew that he, Teddy or Rose would never ever leave their children; they knew what it was like to grow up with two parents and then for one to just take off in the night without a word of warning or reasons; he knew that they would always tell their children everything and always answer their questions, no matter how awkward or upsetting; they knew what it was like to grow up with thousands of questions and never any answer about anything; he knew that they would never keep their children in the dark about anything; they knew what it was like to grow up in the darkness with no one showing or even guiding you to the light or the truth.

Once – what seemed a very long time ago – Hugo had dreamed of being like his Dad; loyal, funny, witty, smart...but now...was his Dad loyal? Would a loyal person just leave their children and wife like that?

It hurt him to think of the memories.

Hugo finished his letter and signed it, part of him not knowing whether to send it. But he knew he had to find answers. He read it over and over and over before finally placing it in its envelope. It read:

Dear Dad,

Remember me?
I'm Hugo, your son. Remember?

I'm not going to tell you that I hate you or lecture you about what you did but just to get answers to questions that I've been asking since you left.

Are you alright? Do you think about me, Rose and even Teddy? Do you ever check and see if we're alright? Or have you just forgotten about us?

Don't worry if you were. We're just fine; Mum takes good care of us. She has too. She used to hold us when we cried because our daddy was gone or when we hurt ourselves, because you weren't there too. She's never married you know, or even had another boyfriend since you left, she still loves you...I think. Mum had some fight with a Lavender Brown when you first left; she believed that this Lavender was hiding you etc, are you with her? Did you leave for another woman? Do I now have half-brothers or sisters?
Mum used to cry herself to sleep at night, we could hear her, but now the crying is less...or maybe she has just got better at hiding it. Mum won't talk about you or your departure; I sometimes wonder if she knows where you are and why you left, but she would never say. In fact, no one will ever answer any questions about you leaving to us (me, Rose and Teddy), some won't even talk about you, but we still see Nanny and Granddad (your parents) and our Uncles and Auntie (your siblings).

They're all alright, I think they miss you too, everyone does.

You were my hero. Were, past tense. I used to imagine that you would come walking back through the door everyday of the week, 24 hours a day...but you never did come back. Maybe you think you can't now; I don't think you can. Mum won't let us talk about you and if you came back...I think Hell or Azkaban would be nicer for you. She changed her surname back to her maiden name (Granger) two years ago, if you didn't know, and wants to change ours.

I'll just tell you a bit about me.

I'm 15 now, if you didn't know. I'm doing well at Hogwarts, my favourite subjects are Care of Mythical Creatures and Charms, my favourite colour is blue and my favourite food is anything edible. I don't have a girlfriend, haven't really ever had a proper one, but I'm not gay...if that's what you were thinking.
Teddy still lives with us – I don't know why, because he has a girlfriend and they've been together for forever and still aren't married.

I hope you remembered me and that you remember Rose and Teddy.

I don't hate you. I miss you.

Hugo Weasley, your son.

x

Teddy and Rose also wrote letters to Ron, the trio didn't show each other their letters or say what they had wrote, for what was in those letters was between them and Ron; they didn't tell their Mum, for she wouldn't have it. She would have burnt them and would have not let them near an owl for the rest of their lives.

They wrote on the envelope "Ronald Weasley" and hired a special owl – which could somehow find a person with no address but with just a name – they didn't know if Ron would get it.

All they could do was hope.

'HUGO, ROSE, TEDDY, BREAKFAST!' Yelled a voice.

'COMING MUM.' Yelled the three from their various locations.

Breakfast had begun and owls were starting to arrive. The usual owls arrived; news owls and an owl from Molly Weasley, who had starting owling more since George had brought her a new owl (Errol had finally passed away).

'Who is that? I haven't seen him before...any of you know?'

A pure black owl had gracefully landed on the breakfast table and was proudly holding three letters.

Hermione tried to take the letters but the owl backed away.

Hugo, Rose and Teddy looked at each other in shock.

Ron had replied.

Rose gently took the three letters and the black owl nodded and flew out elegantly.

'Hugo,' she handed a letter to Hugo. 'Teddy,' Teddy smiled as he got his. 'And me,' Rose looked to the boys.

'Together?' They nodded.

'Wait, who are those let-...NO. GIVE ME THOSE LETTERS NOW!' Screamed Hermione madly as she recognised the handwriting.

'No Mum, they're ours!' Hermione snatched Hugo's and tried to rip it.

The paper wouldn't rip and burning wouldn't do it; Hugo allowed himself a small smile; Ron did care. Hermione wanted to run, but just couldn't. She watched with horror.

'Right, Hugo ready?' He nodded. 'Three...' Hugo turned his letter over, staring at the top. 'Two...' Hugo slid his finger under the seal. 'One...' Hugo tore it open.

His eyes flew down the pages of handwriting, which was neater than he remembered (maybe Ron had had practise writing), reading but taking nothing in; he slowly reread it.

Dear Hugo,

Yes, of course I remember you! How could I forget you!

I'm as fine as I can be. Yes, of course I think about you three. Yeah I do, you don't think Uncle Charlie, Bill, Percy or George won't try and find me; they've been giving news on you three whenever I want it or when something happens to you, good or bad.

I'm glad to hear from you that you're well; it's just not the same when it comes from someone else.

I'm so sorry that I couldn't be there. I wish I could. But "what goes around comes around", I did something and have to pay the price. So just a word of warning, do what you want just don't get caught!
Lavender? No, no! I dated her before your mother; she never liked "us" or Lav. I hope Lav's alright, she has always been good to me.

No, I didn't leave for another woman and no, I do have children.

I'm glad to hear you still see Mum and Dad; they love you guys; and my siblings. You can always talk to them you know, they'll understand. If you want to contact me after this letter or maybe even see me, just talk to one of them – maybe not Mum or Dad – but your Uncles would happily take a letter from you and send it to me, not Ginny though...she doesn't know the truth and even when she hears that I actually made contact with you three...Well...I think you can have a good guess at what she'd do to me!

I don't think people would talk about me to you because they just didn't know where I was and if Hermione Granger wasn't going to talk about it then they probably thought that they shouldn't either.

I'm happy to hear that I was your hero, even if it is past tense. Trust me, I would have if I could, but I couldn't and still can't.
I doubt she would. You don't realise how much that second thing you said really does apply to me! Five years! It really took that long for her to change her name...oh; she wouldn't have told you would she? We got a divorce soon after I left; I thought she would have changed her name as soon as she could. I did think about asking if I could have contact with you three when the divorce went through, but she didn't want me to have contact with you and the courts would never let me. But I suppose if you've made contact with me first, then it would just be rude not to reply...
I'm surprised that she hasn't told you that I died or something along those lines.

Of course I know how old you are, I don't forget dates, and I don't really have to remember much where I am. It's good to hear that you work hard at school – I didn't and just look where it got me...but if we're honest my grades have no effect over me where I am and aren't a reason for me being here – I'm sure you're an amazing wizard. I enjoyed Care too, not really a huge fan of Charms...or any other subjects for that matter. I was good at DADA...seems rather ironic considering the circumstances. Same! I'll eat anything and now I'll eat anything whether it's edible or not, it's strange how you'll eat anything when you're starving. Don't worry, I didn't have my first one till I was in year six – that was Lavender – and your mother was my second; what a womanizer I was! I wouldn't care if you were gay; I've had friends who were and I swear some were, they just never admitted it, not mentioning any names...but maybe a certain Uncle whose name begins with a 'H'...just look at who he's been with and is with...

Now for my story. You'll be surprised and I'm sure you never would have guessed it.

I'm sad to point something out to you; it hurts me to admit it.

I'm not you dad.

That's why the courts wouldn't let me contact you, since I'm no biological relation to you or Rose and certainly not to Teddy, there were other reasons too.
I always thought I was, but a few days before I "left" I found out. Your mother had had a DNA thingy done and it turned out that I wasn't – I don't think she wanted me to see. But I have found out who you're real dad is...a certain Uncle whose name begins with an 'H'. I know, shocked is an understatement; but I always thought that there was more than just friendship between the two. I haven't told Auntie Ginny yet, I don't know whether too, but if you want to, please feel free too...and maybe film what she does to Harry...wait that probably would be too nasty even for death eaters or the hardiest of aurors.
I suppose that was what caused me to do something that meant that I couldn't return to you or even see you.

To explain, I have to go back a few years to when I had left school early and was gallivanting around the cold country to find these stupid things of which I can't remember the name. Anyway, I left Hermione and Harry for a bit – only Merlin would know what they got up to without the third wheel – and I was annoyed and angry with them and I may have done a few things that I probably shouldn't have. I, may, have, sort of, become an honorary death eater. I didn't get a mark or anything (and feel free to hate me) but I got a mask and cape. I told a few secrets, which did lead to the deaths of a few people, and caused the taboo on the name 'Lord Voldermort' to become more strong. But, hey, he's dead now, right?

Back to where I left off, on the night that I left, I was only meant to be going out for a few hours and then I would have been back. I was going to a death eater rally; some death eater had realised that there was quite a few of us who weren't dead, mad or in Azkaban, so they secretly organised a meeting, which meant we were going to attack some muggle village and shoot dark marks into the night's sky. Basically they wanted back in, they wanted our fear back – I suppose it should really be 'we' but that just makes me sound even worse. But, please, Hugo you have to remember that I have a temper which is a hundred times worse than my Mum (and you know how bad her temper is), and I had just found out that the children I thought were mine won't and that my wife had been having an affair for years without me knowing. So to say that I was angry is a huge understatement. I wanted revenge and undermining what Harry and Hermione had fought for and believed in seemed like the perfect start – you see Hugo, it would have only been a start; I know I would have been dragged deeper into the death eater world and I would have done unspeakable things to both of them.

But it turns out that the MoM had a closer, secret eye on the others than they thought; the MoM had been watching them and knew of the meeting place, I had no clue and didn't even know they were still worried about de and if I had done, I certainly would have told them. When we all arrived, aurors flew down on us, there was a fight, a few de managed to escape – how I don't know – but you could have imagined what they thought when they uncovered a mask to find it was me, someone who had been an auror. At first, they thought that I had been asked to join to find out things etc, but then they realised that I was there because I wanted to be. I knew I probably could have said I was told to join in by Dumbledore all those years ago and they might have believed me; I'm a Weasley, Gryffindor and friends with muggle-borns. However, I was very angry and so I fought until they knocked me out and was covered in chains when I awoke. Your mother was contacted and told, she of course didn't believe it and then she "spoke" to me and realised it was true. Well, in the end, it was her crying and screaming while I tried to kill her...guess what? They knocked me out...again.

So that's where I am. Azkaban.
I'm in the most secure (and smallest) cell in this prison and all my letters are checked millions of times before I receive them or send them – I'm surprised they let me have a letter from you three. I still get knocked out; I sort of live up to the wild, nasty death eater they labelled me; I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy. I've actually managed to kill a few guards, not that I'm proud of it, and I managed to get to the 50th floor once, when I'm on the 100th – pretty good achievement if you ask me. I'm covered in scars and bruises and I haven't used magic in ten years – that's what hurts the most (and knowing that you're all going to hate me now).

I can have visitors now – I have only been allowed them for a year now – and I'm only allowed one hour, once a month. Bill, Charlie, Percy and George have all been, but George only came once and hasn't been back since, but he still replies to my letters...months after I send them. So I'm a bit lonely. I've only told those four of where I am – your mother knows and you three now, of course – otherwise no one else knows where I am. So could you tell Lav – Lavender Brown – for me? I think she might understand and she has been asking my brothers where I am since the day I went away; I know she wants to know. I don't plan on ever telling Mum or Dad or Ginny or anyone else, I suppose that one day they and the rest of the world will have to know, but maybe it's best that they don't. I don't know.

Hugo, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to be there for you – even if I'm not your real Dad, I really felt like I was. I'm sorry that I'm a death eater. I'm sorry that you're going to hate me. You said that you didn't hate me, but now you know the truth you will.

But I'll always love you, Hugo. I miss you.

Good luck in life and at Hogwarts, I'm sure you'll find the perfect partner in life – make sure you make the right decision; I didn't and now I'm in Azkaban.

Ron Weasley, your death eater.

Xxx

Hugo looked up shocked from the letter; he couldn't believe it.

He looked to Rose, who was as pale as snow, and to Teddy, whose mouth hung open catching small insects. They must have read Ron's story too.

First rage for Ron filled Hugo; how could his Dad – wait Ron wasn't his "Dad"...the anger for Ron changed to anger for his mother and real father; why didn't they tell them!

'Oh, children, I'm so sorry. You're Dad, he's so nasty now.' Hermione had tears in her eyes, not knowing what else Ron had told them.

'You bitch.' Muttered Teddy; Ron had been his Dad-figure, so he totally sided with Ron, who cared if he was a death eater? He was a good man.

'What?' Whispered Hermione.

'How could you cheat on him like that? Yes, we know we're not his. I can't believe you.' Glared Rose.

Hermione went whiter than Rose.

'I-,'

'No, there are no excuses for you or what you did.' Sneered Rose as she stood up, slamming her hands down onto the table.

'Where do you think you're going!' Shot Hermione as Teddy started to walk away from the table, still treating him like he was 10.

'I'm going to write back to Dad and tell him I don't care. And then I'm going to write to Uncle Bill and ask him if I can visit Dad. I'm not your child and I'm old enough to make my own decisions in life.'

Hugo knew that it was fine for Teddy to get up and leave if he wanted; he was 25, but Hugo was only 15, leaving wasn't really an option, Rose was two years older than him and at 17, she could leave.

But did Hugo really want to contact Ron now he knew why he had left and who he was now?