He rolled over in bed to except to see his wife. Even after years of this repetitive action he had to remind himself that she was already awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast for them. He was also reminded by the slight yell of his daughter at their dog, Otter, that his kids were home from school for the summer.

He got out of bed and stumbled down the long hallways to see the small terrier being kicked out of Rose's room.
"GET OUT! YOU CHEWED MY SHOES AGAIN", and the tired looking teen slammed the door in the dog's face. The dog still held the shoe in its mouth and looked up at Ron with a look of terror as it dropped it on the spot and took off down the stairs. Ron rolled his eyes and quickly muttered a spell to fix the shoe. He had always known the dog to be quite a terror but after owning it for ten years he had no heart to get rid of it. He opened his daughter's room to put the shoe back in and saw that she was already back in bed sleeping. She loved her dog don't get her wrong when she was six and her parents surprised her with the dog for Christmas she made a vow to have the dog sleep with her every night. When she went away to school the dog was devastated and slept in her empty bed but when she came home he still slept in her bed. Ron had come to the conclusion the dog chews her stuff as a retaliation of leaving him. Brought back to his thoughts he left his daughter's room and walked past his son's room where he was surly still asleep being the thirteen-year-old boy he was and it only being nine AM. He walked down the stairs and into the living room to the kitchen where there was his wife sitting drinking tea while the breakfast sat prepared on the stove. Pancakes. For a Saturday morning when she knew everyone would sleep in too late for anything else. When he walked into the kitchen he heard the dogs claws clatters along the tiles of the kitchen scattering out the doggie door upon the sight of Ron.

"What did you do to the poor dog now," Hermione said without looking up from her paper.

She blamed him for that because she knew when ever the dog misbehaved he was the one to punish the dog. No one else had the heart to punish a little dog. He would either put the dog outside or yell at it. Either way Otter knew when he was in trouble he would run to one of his ladies in waiting, whimpering and trying his best to get his way with his puppy like features but not this time.

Ron rolled his eyes and reached across the table to grab the section of the paper she was reading. "I did nothing to the dog. You didn't hear the yelling? The dog was chewing on shoes again. The dog is ten years old he knows what to do when in trouble." And on queue he looked outside the small window that over looked the small yard to see the dog lying under the tree panting.

Hermione let out a small giggle. "That dog will be the death of our daughter but she wanted him and now she is seeing why I said a cat would be better"

He scoffed "Hardly" and stood up to grab a pancake and tea then lowered down to kiss her swiftly. "Good morning and thank you for breakfast"

He sat back down and began to eat while reading the paper. After an hour of silence except for the dog coming back in to drink water loudly and wonder back into the living room, the kids came down stairs. Rose looked less then thrilled and Hugo looked like he was still sleeping.

"I thought today we could go look at a new bed," Hermione said looking up from her paper excitedly.

"What… why," Ron said confused putting his paper down.

"Because we have owned that bed since we married and your always complaining of your back hurting and its time for a new one." She stated simply while standing up to clean the dishes they had created. The kids sat down on either side of their dad. Rose laughed, "So that bed is like a hundred years old then"

Ron shot her a disgusted look "Your mother and I have been married for eighteen years that's hardly hundred and Hermione I never complain of my back."

Then as if someone held a sign that said "laughter" the whole family laughed. Hugo putting on his best impression of his dad held his back in fake pain and said "Love my back hurts why does it hurt so much." Then Rose took a turn "I wish this back wouldn't hurt so bloody bad!"

"Alright alright" Ron said loudly. "You win, You turned the kids against me and we will go get a new bed today," He stood up and began to walk out to the stairs to get ready then looked back to see he wife holding her head slightly in pain. Rose and Hugo were laughing at some joke. Ron shook it off and walked up the stairs. Last night before they went to bed she had spoken of having a headache. He reached up stairs to their room, which was a soft blue with yellow sheets. The dog was sleeping on the end of the bed. Ron pet the dog lovingly before getting ready.

He stood at the doorway of the home with his wife holding his arm as he spoke to his children. Hugo was reading a book quietly and Rose was on the computer which Ron never understood why she was on it so much.

"Alright so your mother and I are leaving till around 9. I left some money for you guys to order food if you want. Please behave. Please. I want a house I can return to," He said as he walked out the house.

Both kids gave out a grunt of understanding and off they went to go looking at beds.

Ten stores later and three hours later they still had no bed.

"I really don't care which one love just pick please, I want to get back home before our three monsters destroy the house," He said as he fell on a bed.

He had no response and looked up to see that she was sitting on a bed holding her head in agony and letting out a small whimper.

"You okay?" He asked suddenly and crossing over to her. Holding her in his arms he pushed her hands down to look at her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I'm fine and I will be better once you pick a bloody bed," She said through gritted teeth and held her head in her hands again.

He looked uneasy. She never swore unless behind closed doors.

"I like the one we are on," He said pushing the mattress.

She nodded curtly and he told the salesmen to order the bed. As he paid he kept looking back to see his wife still holding her head and rocking back and forth. When all finished he walked over and put his arms back around her.

"Lets cancel the rest of the day. We can go out to eat tomorrow. Let's get you home. You don't look well. The bed is ordered and will arrive in two days."

She nodded and off they went back home. When they reached the home Ron was all but thrilled to see his daughter had decided to invite a friend over and of all friends it was a boy. He sat on the couch snogging her and broke apart suddenly when the door opened. Hugo was now on the computer playing some game with the volume all the way up.

"What the bloody fuck," Ron yelled.

"DAD?! MUM?! Why are you home so early?," Rose said standing up pushing the boy off her. He took off towards the fireplace and yelled home before disappearing into the flames.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW," Ron said in such anger the house shook.

"Shhh…," Hermione said. The noise was unbearable. Between the yelling and loud music and explosion from the game she took off upstairs.

Ron saw her take off upstairs not too concerned with the fact their daughter had gone against them. Which was strange and that reminded him that she was sick.

"Rose your grounded for the month. Go to your room and please be quite your mother is not feeling well and for god's sake Hugo turn that shite down!"

Hugo in shock turned it down quickly.

"Go to your room too, you are old enough to have known to tell your sister no or to call one of us"

Rose rolled her eyes and stormed up stairs not looking to get in any more trouble but made a statement by slamming the door shut upstairs. Ron cringed at the thought of his wife and if not for that he would have yelled again. Hugo followed his dad upstairs and went into his room. Ron walked into their room.

"Can you believe these kids, can't believe Rose. Our Rosie so bold to do something like that in our home." He said slipping his shoes off. He looked over to his wife who laid in a fetal position the dog curled up in her arms. His face nuzzled into hers. The dog whimpered and nuzzled more into her face and Ron got an uneasy feeling.

"Love?"

She didn't answer. As Ron walked over slowly he saw Otter's face lift up and his muzzle was covered in blood. Ron looked down to see that his wife's nose was pouring blood. In horror he started shaking his wife.

"HERMIONE"

And he got no answer back.