A/N: I'm still new to this whole uploading a story thing so I'm still trying to get the paragraph spacing thing sorted out. Sorry if its a mess. Oh and I dont own any of the Characters except the OC's and the plot. The rest is from JKR's brilliant mind. Enjoy!
Sixteen-year old Patrick Aaron McFinnin-Weasley walked up the stairs to his apartment where he and his mother lived. He was holding a tray of food for his ,mother prepared by his neighbor who lived on the floor below, Mrs. 'O Conner. His mother Marianne McFinnin was bed ridden for the past year and a half. Patrick knew his mother had bad health for as long as he could remember but it seemed to have gotten worse since his father, Aaron Riley Weasley, had been attacked and killed in their apartment by a gang of Death Eaters, A group of wizards who followed Voldemort and hated Muggles, and his father happened to be what they called blood- traitors meaning that they didn't feel the need to treat muggles badly. Since then it seemed his mother had given up on everything. She no longer went to work at her job as a nurse at Norwalk a hospital for witches and wizards, she no longer continued to take the potion that kept her health under fact she had stopped using magic all together.. (Patrick had watched in a horrified silence as his mother snapped her wand in two pieces the year before.), even her metamorphosing had become uncontrolled and her hair had changed from auburn to deep purple and her once green eyes were now the palest pink he knew how she felt though he could no longer could stop his appearance changing especially when he was depressed he now often woke to find his hair had turned blue and his eyes brown he would have to revert to his original looks which he had to admit was getting rather pointless by the day. Now all she did was lie in bed and drink bottles of firewhiskey. His father's death had occurred during the summer after his fourth year of attending Salems Institute for the Magical Arts, he never returned for his fifth felt his mother needed him there with her, Luckily for him his Potions Teacher Professor John O'Conner Mrs. O'Conners husband lived downstairs from him and had offered to help Patrick continue with all his lessons, Patrick had even taken the O.W.L.s the month before.
The O'Conners were the only wizarding family in the apartment building willing to help him with... anything. The top two floors of the apartment building were where all the wizarding families in his neighborhood lived. But most of them felt his mother should've never married a blood traitor and had nothing to do with is if they weren't making them miserable. Patrick unlocked the door and walked in the house. He locked the several locks that were on the door some of them made it impossible for anyone to get in even with the Alohomora, He walked to his mothers room and saw her lying in bed a half empty bottle of firewhiskey clutched in her hands she was staring at the wall blankly.
"Hi Mum." he said quietly sitting the tray down on her bed she glanced at him and said nothing .he was used to this by now since she hardly ever spoke actual words to him. He sat next to her and put the tray of food in front of her, she put the bottle up to her lips, "Mum, Mrs. O'Conner made this for you." Patrick said, she looked at him.
"I'm not hungry." she said simply putting the bottle back up to her lips, he took it away from her.
"Mum Mrs. O' Conner told me you refused to eat all day, she said you should like it it's your favorite-" His mother took the tray and threw it across the room it splattered on the wall. "Mum why'd you do that?" he said
"I told you I didn't want to eat!" she said sharply to him. he sighed and got up "Give me my firewhiskey." she demanded
"No." he said shaking his head "It isn't safe on an empty stomach." he added putting the bottle in the trash grabbing a towel and beginning to clean up the mess on the wall
"Can I have my firewhiskey?" she asked in a nicer tone
"No Mum-"
"Can I have my fire whiskey?" she asked a third time
"Maybe later." he said quietly
"You promise?" she asked
"Yes." he said "Only if you eat something." he added
"Done. she said sounding happier.
Patrick cleaned up the mess and put his mother in the bathtub to take a bath he changed her sheets and continued to clean the room, when he was done he walked into the kitchen and looked in the barren cabinet finding only one dusty can of soup he tried to light a fire without magic which was rather difficult do to the lack of electricity, gas and flammable objects. He took his mother out of the bed and put her in a clean gown and tucked her into ate the can of soup quietly when she was done he took the bowl and put it in the kitchen sink. he came back in the room and picked up a few things in silence.
"Can I have my firewhiskey?" she asked him after a few minutes.
" No mum it's not good for you-"
"Can I have my firewhiskey?" she asked again
"Maybe later." He said
"But you promised." she whined "You promised if I ate that you would give me my firewhiskey. She added
"Mum it makes you sick-" he tried to explain but she cut him off
"No you make me sick! Your so much like your father it disgust me! He broke his promises too, he promised he'd always be with me! but now he's gone!" she cried out tears in her eyes .
"Mum please calm down." He said going to her side
"No! Your just like him!" She screamed at him agian.
"Mum-"he tried to hug her and felt a sharp pain in his face as his mother slapped him
"Stay away from me! your just like all of them! I hate you!" she screamed at him.
He backed away from her "M-mum I'm just trying to-"
"Now!" she screamed throwng a glass trinket at him and hitting him with it .
"Damnit mum will you stop!" he said punching the mirror as hard as he could when she picked up another item to throw at him, the mirror shattered and he felt an intense pain in his hand "You don't want me here I'll leave!" he said hurt by what his mother had said.
She froze tears in her eyes looking at him as though hurt.
"Mum I'm so sorry." he said realizing what he had done and going to her bed side.
she lay there for a moment not responding to anything he was saying.
"Mum?" he said she wasn't blinking just staring up at the ceiling "Mum!" he said shaking her gently suddenly she blinked and began to shudder violently "Oh My God Mum!" he said her face was turning a shade of blue her eyes buldging .""Mum! Oh no! Mrs. O'Conner !" he started yelling someone needed to come quick, but he didn't want to leave his mother's side "Mrs. O'Conner!" he screamed agian hoping she could hear him "Mum don't do this oh god!" he said beginning to panic he heard a loud crack behind him and both Mr. and Mrs. O'Conner rushed to the bed
"Oh my lord what happened?" Mrs. O'Conner asked worried
"I-I don't know we were arguing and- and she just started shaking and -Oh my god!" he said seeing his mother begin to vomit.
"I think she's having a seizure! Grace send a message to Norwalks tell em to send someone!" Mr. O'Conner said to his wife who pointed her wand straight in the air and it shot out red sparks. Almost instantly two wizards and a witch apparated into the room, Patrick watched feeling as though he was watching a movie a movie with everyone including himself had a role. he watched as the medi wizards and witch tried to save his mother he couldn't hear anything anymore watching as his mother stopped moving suddenly.
The healers did all they could to try and save her, finally they had to give up, shaking their heads and looking at him
"Pat dear, I'm so sorry-." Mrs. 'O Conner was saying her voice sounding far away, his mother was dead...she was dead. Gone. She wasn't coming back. Patrick felt like someone pulled down hard on his stomach as tears began to come out of his eyes.
"Patrick, Pat dear?" Mrs. O'Conner said gently taking him towards the door of the bedroom facing him away from his mother who was now lying still on the bed with the same blank stare she had before the seizure.
"Patrick let me see your hand." the medi witch said taking his bloody swollen hand in hers
"Patrick we did all we could." The mediwizard on his left said Patrick turned to him afraid to say anything in response , if he opened his mouth he knew he would only vomit.
"Oh Pat honey, I-oh." Mrs.O'Conner said tears in her eyes
"How did this happen?" The medi witch asked him gesturing to his hand
"I-I h-hit the M-Mirror." he stammered weakly as she wrapped it tapped it with her wand making a cast appear from his wrist to his fingers but his mind was buzzing He didn't have anyone anymore, he was alone.
"Pat come on sweety we got to get out of here." Mrs. O'Conner said pulling him out of the room Patrick sat on the couch and put his head in his hands closing his eyes, he heard three loud cracks and knew that the medi wizards had disapparated.
"Patrick here you go drink this." Mr. 'O Conner said handing Patrick a cup of something that was smoking.
Patrick took it from him and put it shakily up to his mouth drinking it. it was hot and burned his throat as it went down, he felt suddenly calmer and sleepy
"Patrick do you have any aunts or uncles that can-" Mrs.O'Conner started
"My parents were only children..." Patrick replied quietly
"Well what about your grandparents-"
"Dead on both sides..." He said feeling again like he was watching a bad movie.
"Do you know about anyone else that might-..."
Patrick shrugged he handn't heard much about his other relatives "My Dad had an uncle I think he might be in England." He said
"Well we'll write and see if anyone responds to the letter... Would you want to live with other family members?" Mrs.O'Conner asked
Patrick shrugged again ,not really caring about anything anymore.
Molly Weasley was in the kitchen taking sausages from the frying pan and putting them on a plate walking them over to the kitchen table where four of her seven children and her husband were eating breakfast .
"Mum theress an Owl coming." Ginny her only daughter and youngest child said pointing at the open window and moving the jug of pumpkin juice out of the way just in time for a large brown owl to come skidding across the table landing in the remainder of the scrambled eggs sending eggs flying everywhere, where it hooted weakly as though exhausted and just lay.
Fred, her fourth oldest son, picked up the owl and held it out to his mother who untied a letter from its leg. then he sat it on top of a stool. "That owls dead tired where did it come from?" He asked her as she looked at the letter it read:
"I have no idea, but it has your name on it." Mrs. Weasley said looking up at her husband who looked confused and took the letter opening it she read it over his shoulder:
I'm sorry to interrupt anything you are doing at the moment. But, it truly saddens me to have to inform you of the loss of your Niece in law Mrs. Marianne Weasley... As if the death of Marianne wasn't enough there is another thing I feel you must know that her sixteen year old son Patrick Aaron McFinnin- Weasley has no other relatives besides yourself to go to. I hope that though unexpectedly you can open a room in your home to this young would be greatly appreciated , so much you don't even know. I'm truly sorry for your loss and hope that you can take Patrick into your home. Sincerely Yours, Mr. and Mrs. O'Conner
Molly felt a sudden rush of grief and sadness. She had always rather liked Marianne Weasley they were the same age and got along very well .She and Marianne would write to each other frequently both being pregnant at the same time Marianne had given birth to a son Patrick, a week before she herself had given birth to Ron her youngest son.
"What's the matter ?" Ron asked her seeing her expression.
"Our niece Marianne died...and her son Patrick needs to come live with us." She said
"Oh, Sorry Mum,...He is coming isn't he?" George said
"Yes of course I'm not leaving him without family." She said nodding
"How old is he?" Ginny asked
"He's sixteen like Ron." She said
"Oh." Ginny said "So he's coming to school with us too?" She added
"Yes,... Oh I'll have to write Dumbledore, and Mr. and Mrs. O'Conner , Oh I'll have to make him a room, and Oh- I've just got so much to do." Molly said sounding flustered.
"Mum he can have Percys room." Fred said
"Not until it's disinfected he might catch whatever Percy had that made him such a git-"George added
"Boys don't talk about Percy like that." Molly said reproachfully
"Well, we just want protect our cousin from catching Percy-itis." George said as Ron and Ginny laughed into their cups
"Yeah he can have our room." Fred said
"Fine Boys." said smiling
"Well, thanks for breakfast mum we'll see you lot later," George said hugging Ginny and thumping Ron on the back of the head.
"We got to open the shop in a few minutes so we better hurry." Fred added glancing at his watch.
"Yeah , Bye Mum." George said and with a loud crack they both dissapparated.
Molly smiled and shook her head.