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Ron Weasley and His Personal demons
Ron picked at the peeling wallpaper.
"Nah!" He turned to his mum. "I don't like this one!" Molly shrugged.
"It doesn't matter wether or not YOU like it! Ronald Weasley, we are moving in and thats final!" Ginny groaned, for three weeks the Weasley's had been looking for a new home, somewhere in the country. Ginny of all people hated the idea.
"Mum, I hate it too!"
"Your not changing mine or your father's mind, we ARE moving in, you ARE going to like it, you ARE going to live here!"
Ron groaned, it was okay for Fred and George, they'de moved out a week ago.
"Can I live with Fred and George?" Ron had begged. Unsuprisingly his mopther was reluctant to let him go. Proving she was still anxious over Percy. Ron had been forced to live with her, his father, and Ginny, he wasn't really looking forward to moving into the house.
"Crap-hole!" Ron kicked the wall and ignored the pounding pain in his foot. Ginny giggled, a little. Number 12 Warren Drive was proving to be worse than in the photos.
"We hate this place mum, why do we have to move anyway?" Mrs Weasley sighed.
"Ron, your father's new job requires him to be here, it's near Harry!" Ginny's and Ron's face instantly lit up.
"How near?"
"Pretty close, why don't you go look for it?" Mrs Weasley asked, rummaging through a cosly packed cardboard box.
Ron picked up his coat as Ginny flounced out the door. After five minutes Ron was amazed to find himself standing in Privet Drive. He and Ginny counted down the numbers. 12...10...8....6....4! 4 Privet Drive had it's curtains pulled. Ron glanced at his watch.
"It's eight o'clock, Harry mentioned he usually got up at half past!"
"We've got 30 minutes!" Ginny observed.
"What should we do?" Ron asked, his brow ceased into a frown.
"Have a walk about?" Ginny began as a chubby boy acompained by seven other boys walked towards them.
"Hello!" The big fattest one said. Ron sneered, he reconised the boy as Harry's cousin, Dudley.
"Shouldn't you be at home, eating, being given presents by your mummy?" Ron asked.
"Ron..." Ginny warned.
"Lay off it, Ginny!" Ron pushed Ginny off his arm as Dudley stepped towards him. Dudley was so close, ron could smell his disgusting, smokey breath.
"You got spunk kid, I'll give ya that!" Dudley done a sort of body slap and Ron fell to the ground. "Too bad your not big enough to be a good fighter!" Ginny sneered.
"You better start going home now or'll your never get there!" Dudley turned his gaze to Ginny.
"Hello! Didn't see YOU down there..." Ginny gulped, but tried to look unintimidated, but by the look on Dudley's fat face, it wasn't working.
Ron Weasley and His Personal demons
Ron picked at the peeling wallpaper.
"Nah!" He turned to his mum. "I don't like this one!" Molly shrugged.
"It doesn't matter wether or not YOU like it! Ronald Weasley, we are moving in and thats final!" Ginny groaned, for three weeks the Weasley's had been looking for a new home, somewhere in the country. Ginny of all people hated the idea.
"Mum, I hate it too!"
"Your not changing mine or your father's mind, we ARE moving in, you ARE going to like it, you ARE going to live here!"
Ron groaned, it was okay for Fred and George, they'de moved out a week ago.
"Can I live with Fred and George?" Ron had begged. Unsuprisingly his mopther was reluctant to let him go. Proving she was still anxious over Percy. Ron had been forced to live with her, his father, and Ginny, he wasn't really looking forward to moving into the house.
"Crap-hole!" Ron kicked the wall and ignored the pounding pain in his foot. Ginny giggled, a little. Number 12 Warren Drive was proving to be worse than in the photos.
"We hate this place mum, why do we have to move anyway?" Mrs Weasley sighed.
"Ron, your father's new job requires him to be here, it's near Harry!" Ginny's and Ron's face instantly lit up.
"How near?"
"Pretty close, why don't you go look for it?" Mrs Weasley asked, rummaging through a cosly packed cardboard box.
Ron picked up his coat as Ginny flounced out the door. After five minutes Ron was amazed to find himself standing in Privet Drive. He and Ginny counted down the numbers. 12...10...8....6....4! 4 Privet Drive had it's curtains pulled. Ron glanced at his watch.
"It's eight o'clock, Harry mentioned he usually got up at half past!"
"We've got 30 minutes!" Ginny observed.
"What should we do?" Ron asked, his brow ceased into a frown.
"Have a walk about?" Ginny began as a chubby boy acompained by seven other boys walked towards them.
"Hello!" The big fattest one said. Ron sneered, he reconised the boy as Harry's cousin, Dudley.
"Shouldn't you be at home, eating, being given presents by your mummy?" Ron asked.
"Ron..." Ginny warned.
"Lay off it, Ginny!" Ron pushed Ginny off his arm as Dudley stepped towards him. Dudley was so close, ron could smell his disgusting, smokey breath.
"You got spunk kid, I'll give ya that!" Dudley done a sort of body slap and Ron fell to the ground. "Too bad your not big enough to be a good fighter!" Ginny sneered.
"You better start going home now or'll your never get there!" Dudley turned his gaze to Ginny.
"Hello! Didn't see YOU down there..." Ginny gulped, but tried to look unintimidated, but by the look on Dudley's fat face, it wasn't working.