Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this fan fiction. Repeat: FAN-FICTION.
Perspective (Who's the narrator): Ron Weasley
I woke up and turned over in bed. I looked out the window to discover that it's still dark. I groaned and looked at the clock. 3 am.
I got up and walked into the hallway, barely able to see or hear anything. Though, I did make it down stairs without stubbing a toe or running into a wall.
I walked into the kitchen and went straight for the fridge, taking out a carton of orange juice and then to the cabinet for a box of chocolate frogs. I opened it and looked at the crooked nose of the card inside. Another Dumbledore?
The taste of chocolate and the citrusy orange didn't mix well on my taste buds, but I was too tired to care. Once all my chocolate frogs were digesting in my stomach, and my orange juice down there with it, I went upstairs to try to go back to sleep.
Now that I had more energy, I could see things more clearly, like the gnomes in the garden that I would have to get rid of in the morning, smell the old, dirty wood of the Burrow and hear a small moaning sound. What? Moaning sound? I turn to look for the source of the sound.
My parent's room.
Thousands of questions ran through my head as I walked those few steps to my parents', Arthur and Molly Weasley, bedroom. What were they doing? Why were they moaning? Were they...no. I wouldn't go to the worst case scenario just yet. Maybe my dad bought one of those Muggle inventions. A...um...television! That's it, yeah. Maybe he bought a television. Hopefully that was correct.
I look inside to see my dad's legs open, with my mum's head in between.
I slammed the door wide open, harder than I had meant to, yelling, "Merlin's saggy G-String, what the fuck are you 2 doing?!"
Dad hidden under the blanket, Mum wrapped up in a sheet, she said angrily, "Ronald Bilius Weasley, watch your mouth."
"You're angry?!?!" I yelled. Fred, George, Ginny and Percy should be awake and wondering what's going on by now. "I'm the one who just walked in on my parents fucking! I mean, why can't you at least wait for us to leave the fucking house?!" It seemed like I was screaming now. Even the gnomes had all run off.
Ginny came walking towards me slowly, still not in sight of the room. "Ron, what are yo--?"
"Ginny, go back to bed." I interrupted, shooing her away.
"What is it?"
"I said go back to bed. You're too young to know what it is. Now go."
She turned around and stalked off, grumbling something like "alright mumzy" and "stubborn git", but I was too infuriated at the moment to care.
Fred and George followed. "What are you waking up all of England for?" They looked in and quickly turned away. Fred grunted in disgust. "Why do you have to leave the door open?"
"Yeah, why do you have to scar us for life too?" George said, rubbing his eyes and walking away. When he bumped into Percy, he said, "Don't."
Percy looked at him confused and continued to walk towards me. "What is he talking about...Oh god." He opened his eyes wide and ran down the hall and up the stairs as fast as he could.
Coward.
"Y'know what?" I decided, "You just continue doing...y'know what you're doing and I'll just...go." I closed the door and started walking. If only I hadn't woken up early this morning, I wouldn't have seen...I shuttered and went under my covers. Then I thought: My dad did this when I came in.
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