So this will be my second fan fic, (check out my last one!) I decided to be different. Why not focus on a secondary character? Ron, of course! Hope you like it. (Chapters will get longer)
The earliest memory Ronald Weasley could remember was when he mastered flying on his toy broomstick. The twins were chasing after him as he wobbled around, only 10 inches above the ground, but he didn't fall. He could of only been 2-3, but he was so proud we toddled of to show his parents. He climbed the steep steps, clutching to the toy broomstick and wearing plaid orange pajamas that were once Percy's. He stopped at the top of the stairs to surprise his parents.
"Calm down, Molly," Arthur Weasley told his wife, who was pacing back and forth, holding her large stomach.
"But Arthur, what if it's another boy!?" She asked hysterically.
Ron crept up to the door, listening.
"We would love him the same. Besides, the chances of having a girl are very likely! You're being unreasonable Molly," Arthur tried to calm her.
"You said that last time! And look what happened! Ronald! ANOTHER BOY! I could barely handle the twins, and I almost cried when I found out Ron was going to be a male," Mrs. Weasley stopped pacing.
Ron had heard enough. He was very young, but he could understand. He wasn't wanted. He trudged back down the stairs, missing the pep he usually had.
"You loved Ron the same Molly, watch what you're saying!" Arthur said sharply, out of earshot by Ron. Molly sighed,
"You're right," she gave her stomach a poke. "Please be a girl," she whispered.
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Ron was silent for a week after he heard his parents conversation. Soon, his sister was born, and Molly was rejoicing. Ron was happy that the twins would have someone new to pick on, but soon realized with the new baby, he was quickly forgotten.
Thanks! The story will get better, and I think if you know the backstory of a character, you can connect better… I don't know.. Thanks for reading!