My Sister's Keeper

By Celestra (Les-chan)

Author Notes: Hi, 'tis I, Celestra, writer of weird stuff. I don't know how my mind thought this up, but it sounded interesting enough to actually write a story about. It focuses mainly on Ron and Ginny, although Harry will be making a few cameos as well. I adore Ron, so that must be how this popped into my head! ^^ In any case, if enough people like this and want me to continue it, I will. Right now this is kind of my 'in between work and school' hobby. Anyways, please tell me if you wish to see more. Be gentle!

I must warn you that although this chapter does not contain anything dire, later chapters are going to contain abuse. Child abuse. I'm afraid if you can't handle it, you may read only this chapter, and leave, because after this, it will start.

Disclaimer: If you thought I owned Harry Potter, you must live under a rock (no offense to anybody if they do live under a rock for any reason O.o ). The wonderful and talented JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I want more Harry Potter merchandise! ^^

This story takes place just after Ron and the other school-attending Weasleys arrive home for the summer holidays after Goblet of Fire. Just thought you'd like some background info!

It was the third summer day since Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George had arrived back at the Burrow for the summer holidays, and Ron could already tell that this year's summer wouldn't be nearly as fun as the last. Everyone had arrived off the Hogwarts Express grim-faced and pale, Harry most of all. And who could blame anyone? It looked as though the Dark Lord had indeed risen again.

Mrs. Weasley had bustled onto the platform, hugging Harry goodbye before sweeping her children away in a borrowed Ministry car to get home. Few words were spoken between them. And it had been three days since then.

Fred and George were still jovial, but not nearly as much as the previous year with 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', but they tried. They had given Mrs. Weasley a large sack of something and had whispered to her while gazing pointedly at Ron, who had no idea what they were on about.

In any case, the silence seemed less thick today as Ron sat down at the breakfast table. There was actually more chatter, although Charlie and Bill were gone again, Bill having found a new curse to break in Egypt and Charlie receiving word that a new dragon had hatched. Arms were reaching across the table for the bacon, voices speaking with cheerfulness.

As Ron slathered butter and strawberry jelly thickly over his slightly burnt toast, Ginny padded into the kitchen, taking a seat beside Ron, who passed her a plate full of sausages and French toast.

" 'Ant some?" He asked, his mouth full of bacon.

Ginny accepted the plate, smiling meekly. George, who had been absent for the past five minutes, bustled back into the noisy kitchen. He motioned for his siblings to come closer. Fred, Ron, Ginny and George all leaned forward in their seats, George looking around suspiciously.

"Well, what it is already?" asked his twin impatiently.

"I think there's something Mum, Dad and Percy know about that we don't." He said.

"There's always something that they know about and we don't. They're our parents, and Percy's naturally nosey." Ron said pointedly, taking an enormous bite out of his toast.

"No, no, no," George said, waving his hands. "Something concerning us. She got an owl, really early this morning, about four o'clock. She was talking to Dad about it, and eventually she said something like 'but what about them?' or something like that."

The way Ginny was looking at him made her look remarkably like Professor McGonagall. "And what exactly were you doing awake at four in the morning?" She asked.

George smiled sheepishly. "Well, I was sort of going to Percy's room at the time, to put a fake rubber wand on his table, beside his real one, so he wouldn't know which was which."

"Oh, really? And how come I wasn't invited to help?" Asked Fred in mock anger.

"You were snoring too loud."

Their conversation was cut short, however, when Mrs. Weasley came bustling into the kitchen, a letter in a red-ish yellow envelope clutched tightly in her hand. "Eat up, dears, we have a bit of . . . news . . . that we need to share with you." She gestured to Mr. Weasley and Percy who had appeared behind her.

"Good or bad?" Ron asked.

"Well, in some ways it's good, and in some ways it's bad, I guess," Mr. Weasley answered uneasily.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Right . . ." They finished eating relatively quickly, looking at their parents and Percy expectantly, waiting for them to share their 'news'. In fact, they were actually quite surprised that Percy hadn't already told them instead of waiting for them to eat.

"This is a little difficult. Um, Molly, dear?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Darlings, I've received a letter from Dumbledore. He needs Percy and your father to spend all their time working on the . . . special situation that occurred with Harry. They also want me to come help them with the people who have shown up injured for the . . . reasons that may have occurred for the same thing. We won't be around the house a lot, I'm afraid."

Ron nodded; he could see where this was going.

"I'm afraid you four will have to stay with someone to take care of you, at least until we can come back."

"Why can't we just stay here?" asked Fred.

"Stay HERE?! Alone, where who-knows-what can come into the house and massacre the lot of you while you're unprotected?! Are you MAD?!" his mother snapped.

"Sh, Molly, it'll be fine. Anyways, Fred, George, you two will be staying with your friend Lee Jordan."

The twins looked torn between being upset and giving each other high fives. Ron, however, was staring. He was plunged into shock. They wouldn't be staying here for the summer? Where, then? "Where are we going to stay, then?" he asked tentatively, gesturing to himself and Ginny, who had come behind him.

"You'll be staying with Christopher!" Percy said brightly.

Christopher Weasley was Mrs. Weasley's second cousin accountant, the only muggle in the family, the very same one Ron had mentioned to Harry all those years ago on their first trip to Hogwarts. He was a fairly tall man, stronger than one would expect for an accountant. As he had deemed red hair not to be very good for accounting business, he had died it a black-brown color that went nicely with his mahogany eyes. Ron was very surprised his mother had chosen to send them to him, as they had not seen him for about ten years.

"Why are we staying with him? Why not one of our other relatives? I mean, we never talk to him, and we haven't seen him for ten years," Ron protested.

"We think he may be the best choice," said Mr. Weasley slightly uneasily. "Should there be an . . . attack," he swallowed, "If you're staying with a muggle than it's unlikely he'll look for you there."

"I still don't want to stay with him," said Ron snappily, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

"Don't be silly, Ron. Why, I think that you don't want to stay with him simply because he's a muggle." Percy looked over at Ron haughtily.

"No, that's not it at all, you great prat!"

"Boys, boys. Don't argue! Ron, Ginny, you'll be staying with Chris and that's final!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

At the mention of his sister's name, Ron glanced over at her. And nearly choked. Ginny was looking quite pale, her hands hanging limply at her sides. Her mouth was open slightly, looking like she was screaming silently and softly. It was her eyes, however, that worried Ron. They were wide, and very shiny, looking as though she had heard or seen something completely morbid.

"Please, don't make us stay with him!" She whispered. "Please!"

"Why ever not, Ginny?" Asked Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny did not answer. She looked to Ron for help and received a bewildered look.

"Because, he . . . um, he . . ."

"Nonsense, Ginny. He's just a muggle."

"But . . ."

"You're going," Mrs. Wealsey said firmly. "Go pack. Now, please."

Ron and Ginny were upstairs, hurriedly packing. It was a good hour or so before they had packed everything that they were going to need for the entire summer, but when their task was finally finished, Ron went to see his sister.

"Ginny, why were you so frightened about visiting Chris?" He asked seriously, his green-brown eyes regarding her.

For a moment, Ginny didn't speak or even move. Finally, rocking on the balls of her feet, she looked at him. She was about to answer, before Percy came sweeping in. She abruptly closed her mouth, her wide eyes on her older brother.

"Percy!" exclaimed Ron angrily. "She was about to tell me something!"

Percy regarded him for a moment before looking away. "You and Ginny are leaving now. Fred and George are waiting to say goodbye to you downstairs."

He turned on his heel and fled down the many rickety stairs in the Burrow. Ron and Ginny followed, though not as quickly as they were lugging their heavy trunks behind them. When they finally reached the bottom, they saw Fred, George, Percy, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waiting for them. They both hurried forward to give their siblings and parents a hug. When they had finished, Mrs. Weasley was standing before them, holding her wand on her hand.

"How are we getting there?" asked Ginny nervously.

"We're going to perform the Bannavel Charm," said Mrs. Wealsey.

"What does that do?" asked Fred inquisitively.

"It's kind of like a banishing charm, except you reappear in a chosen location. For Fred and George, at Lee Jordan's house, and for you and Ginny at Chris's apartment." Percy explained primly. "The apartment is 655 Nissis Terrace."

"What kind of name is 'Nissis'?" asked George, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, the names those muggles dream up, eh George?" Mr. Weasley said dreamily.

Mrs. Weasley shot him a look.

"Ah, right, to business," he said, taking out his own wand. He cleared his throat, pointing his wand at Fred and George, who grasped their suitcases and looked keenly at Mr. Weasley.

"Ahem. Banii Ryok Haus Lee Jordan!" A brilliant yellow-white beam of white shot out of his wand, creating a kind of wind that only seemed to pass by the twins. In a blink, the both of them, along with their trunks, were gone.

"I expect they'll be up to all sorts of mischief at Lee Jordan's house," Percy sniffed.

Mrs. Weasley ignored him. "See, dears, it's very simple. Now, both of you take your trunks." She grasped her wand and pointed it at them. "Banii Ryok Haus Christopher Weasley!"

As she said the words, the same brilliant yellow-white light flashed, followed by the most peculiar feeling Ron was sure he had ever experienced. He could feel the light going through his body, actually feel it. But how could one feel light? And then, the most curious sensation, that every particle in his body had been made feather-light, he felt as though he would float away if he didn't grab onto something soon. And still, he heard a noise reverberating in his ears, a deafening sort of whooshing noise, and he felt himself speeding backwards, very fast.

There was a large thump as his trunk fell out of his hands. He landed on a hard piece of ground, his eyes misty as he tried to rid himself of the dizzying sensations he had felt seconds before. As his vision cleared, he saw Ginny land next to him, her baggage tumbling out her hands to land beside his.

For a moment, the both of them just sat still, trying to resume breathing like a normal person. Suddenly, a voice standing behind Ginny and Ron spoke up.

"Hello there, Ron, Ginny."

Ron looked up. It was Christopher Weasley, no doubt about that. He looked nearly the same as he remembered him. He was a strongly built man, muscle-bound yet still a little portly in the stomach. The trademark red hair of the Weasleys was, as Ron remembered, dyed a very dark color, not quite brown and not quite black, which seemed to be the trademark of all his fellow accountants. His eyes, also a dark brown, were very icy. Ron remembered that when he was little, staring into his Uncle's eyes for too long always gave him an inexplicable shudder of both cold and fear.

"Hi," said Ginny quietly. Ron glanced at her before echoing her words.

"Here, let me help you with your trunk," said Chris, bending over until he was nearly level with Ron's face. Ron could smell the strong scent of liquor on his breath. His insides wriggled uncomfortably and for a fleeting moment, he thought he would be sick.

Chris grabbed a hold of both Ron and Ginny's trunks. He easily hoisted them over his shoulders and brought them to some stairs that were carpeted a pale grey-blue. He then shifted their weight and carried them upstairs, depositing them in front of two doors.

"Your rooms are in there," he said simply before walking off.

"Warm welcome, wasn't it?" Ron whispered, grinning. Ginny smiled weakly, and Ron was not pleased to see that she still looked a bit pale. He shrugged it off, however, and hoisted his trunk a little higher, though not as easily as Chris. He lugged it through the door on the left and left it there in the middle of the room. He then turned around to help Ginny.

As soon as their luggage was in their rooms, they went to explore the fairly large apartment. Their rooms had the same pale grey-blue carpeting as the stairs and the hallway, and medium sized beds were furnished with thick purple and blue quilts. In both rooms there were large windows.

The bathroom was, quite simply, a normal bathroom with light blue tiling. The door to their uncle's room was ajar, and when they peeked in, they saw that it was furnished similarly to their own. Down the stairs, the kitchen looked quite normal except that it was clear, sparkling white. And just outside it, was an enormous balcony that overhung the street filled with busy cars below. Ron whistled; it was long drop.

They both turned as they heard their uncle's footsteps behind them. "Your mother is going to apa – appara - apari –"

"Apparate?" Ron suggested helpfully.

"Yes, apparate, in the morning. Be sure to cook her breakfast," he added gruffly.

Ron nodded. "Alright."

Chris continued, "I'm going off to work now. Be back in about three hours. Have supper on the table." Ron nodded again.

Chris stared at them before turning on his heel and leaving.

"Ron . . ."

Ron turned to face his little sister. "Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something!" She said, her eyes looking at him desperately.

"Well, go on then," he prodded.

"No, upstairs!" Ginny protested. "In case he comes back, let's go upstairs!"

Ron was starting to become suspicious. It seemed that whatever she wanted to tell him had been bugging her all day. He appeased her, however, and followed her upstairs to her room. There she stood, rocking back and forth nervously on the balls of her feet, her eyes beginning to shine with fear again.

"What is it?" Ron asked slowly, starting to feel both slightly nervous and impatient.

"About Uncle Chris . . ."

"Yeah?"

"He's . . . he's . . . I think he's . . ."

"What, Ginny, what? He seems pretty nice."

"No, he's . . ." Ginny appeared to be struggling for words.

"What about him?" Ron asked doubtfully, noting the fear that was clouding Ginny's eyes.

There was silence for a few seconds. Ginny swallowed, her eyes flickering then closing. When they finally opened, she swallowed again.

"Ron, I think Uncle Chris is abusive."

To Be Continued!

I realize I am incredibly evil for stopping it there, but you guys won't continue reading if I drag the introduction out too long, will you? ^^ I know this is short (at least compared to my usual work) but this was designed to short, concise and to the point. Don't worry, the next chapter will be longer! I hope you enjoyed my introduction, and if you took the time to read this than surely you have the time to review ^^

See ya later, and Merry Christmas!