Author's note: For the "Christmas Cards 1997 Challenge" at the Sober Universe, by respitechristopher.
Disclaimer: I Do not own anything.
Two days before Christmas
Shell Cottage
Ron sat at the round table early one morning two days before Christmas scribbling a letter out to his Mum. He tried a number of ways to make it seem like everything was fine, but the old letters ended scrunched up in balls on the floor.
Dear Mum,
I feel like a bloody idiot. I left my two best friends over a stupid quarrel and I can't go back and find them for they have moved on by now. I feel like I let them down. I won't even bother telling you what the fight was about. It was stupid and very childish of me. I tried to go back and find them, but the Snatchers got a hold of me. I was very lucky and managed to get away. Oh Mum, the snatchers are horrible. People whom you thought were your friends or you thought you knew, and bam, they decide to snitch and try to turn you in for money. Thank goodness I didn't know this group of Snatchers. I had to lie and give them a fake name. Thank goodness no one recognized me.
I am scared. I shouldn't have left them. What if they get caught? This isn't how Christmas is suppose to be. Remember that Christmas when I was a child and I opened two presents of mine on Christmas Eve night when everyone was asleep? You said we'd laugh about it later in life after I got in trouble. I wish we could do that now. It has been so long since we've laughed. I'd give anything just to have one of your hand made sweaters again. When will things get back to the way they used to be? I just want all of us home for Christmas. I hope you and Dad aren't in any trouble at all. I'm using someone's owl to send this to you and do not know how long it will take. I can not tell you where I am, but I wanted you to know I am safe.
Hope all is well,
Love,
Ron
Ron read and reread the letter at least five times before he decided that no one would be able to understand it if it were intercepted. He heard Bill stir upstairs and Fleur giggle and went up to knock on his door. Fleur muttered something in French to Bill as Bill opened the door standing in his boxers.
"What is it?" Bill demanded.
"I need to borrow your owl to send a letter to mum," Ron stated. Bill spoke in French to Fleur. Bill closed the door, making Ron wait outside. A few seconds later, he opened the door with the owl and handed it to Ron.
"Thank you," he stated. Ron dashed down stairs, put the letter in an envelope, and scribbled something on the letter.
"Don't let this fall in the wrong hands okay?" he muttered. Ron went to the front door of the cottage, opened it up and watched the owl fly into the sunrise.
Authors note: This is a one shot and is complete. Thank you to Bad Mum aka Katy for reading this story and editing it for me.