What Makes You Stand Out
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. No, not I, but she of the totally horrible epilogue writing does. RECEDING HAIRLINE MY ASS!!!!!!
Molly Weasley watched her youngest son as he helped his brothers degnome the back garden. How was she ever going to tell him the truth? Arthur and herself had decided years ago that when the time seemed right that they were going to tell him the truth, and it seemed the perfect time now when all was calm and he would have weeks to get used to what they were going to tell him, but how to tell it? How did you tell someone that the man they thought of for years as father was not in fact that? How? She didn't know, but she was going to try her hardest to get through what she knew was going to be a difficult situation.
*Later that night*
Ron sat before his parents in their living room, quietly waiting. They had told him earlier that day that they had to talk to him. Neither of his parents had been happy about whatever it was so he could only assume he was in trouble. His brothers and Ginny had all been sent for a day at friend's houses so it was just him and his mum and dad. As more and more time went by without a word said he started to get more anxious by the minute.
"Am I in trouble?"
His parents exchanged a worried glance.
"No, no. It's nothing like that Ronald. It's just. . . Oh Arthur!"
"It's alright Mollywobbles, just take a deep breath and you'll be fine."
"What? Is something wrong with Mum?"
"No. I'm fine. We just need to explain some things to you, dear. About your hair and why it is the way it is. Some time before you were born your father and I had a really bad row and I had to leave for a few days to cool down. It was that bad you see. I had just had the twins a few months before and the stress really got to me I guess and the tiniest things set off arguments between your father and I. I couldn't go to my mother's as she had passed years before, and I had no sisters. So I just rented a room at an inn for a few days. I am not proud of that time in my life. For the most part I drank myself silly. It was only when I woke up with a complete stranger in my bed one morning that I finally came home and made up with your father."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You see Ronald, that last night at the inn I conceived you. You aren't actually a Weasley by birth but by adoption."
"If dad's not my dad, then who is?"
"You see Ron, it's like this son, your father is, well, he's Severus Snape. Your Hogwarts Professor. And that is the real reason your hair gets greasy so easily."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
