Okay :D so this is a bunch of scenes from the Weasley family as the kids are growing up. Weasley is our king after all Reviews are appreciated, tis food for my soul. And I hope you enjoy: D
Hp isn't mine, sadly, or else there would have been a lot more… um, filth. Let's just call it that.. This story is free of that though, don't worry.
First chapter ages: Bill: 16 Charlie 14 Percy 11 Twins 9 Ron 7 Ginny 6
Sea Side Adventures
Chapter 1: Falling
"You've got to be kidding me…"
"Not in the least."
"That's at least 7 feet, easily." The youngest Weasley boy ran a shaking hand through his ginger hair and inhaled a deep breath; he glanced between his older brothers, each in turn, hoping one would say he didn't have to do this ridiculous act of bravery to gain their respect.
"Oh, come on, Ronniekins. It's only a little jump, and you only have to be blindfolded. That's not that bad." Ron's eyes widened and he stared at the more outgoing of the twins incredulously.
"Oh, so now I'm blindfolded? When did this come into the equation?" Bill laughed and patted the youngest boy on the shoulder.
"Hey, this is nothing like what Charlie would have come up with for you to do, Ron. I'd go along with it if I was you."
"But it's a really long drop down if I don't make the jump!" Whined Ron as he edged towards the side of the cliff and glanced over at the impending end that he would meet if his feet didn't carry him correctly across to the other side and safety. He gulped and winced as his toes curled around the lip of the rocky cliff; he felt his stomach drop out of him and his palms began to sweat. He was not okay with this situation, but he wanted to impress his brothers.
"So, hows 'bout it, Ronny?" Fred cheeked as he patted his hand across the younger boys back, causing him to gasp and back away from the edge. George laughed and the twins high fived, but earned a small discouraging look from the eldest Weasley.
"I…" Ron glanced back at his brothers then over at the cottage below which belonged to their Aunt. It always seemed that one of the Weasley boys got hurt on their trips to Shell Cottage, but up until this point Ron had managed to ensure that he was not the unlucky one.
"Alright…ill do it" He winced as the words slipped past his lips before he could stop them. The twins clapped and looked over at Bill and Charlie with smiles displayed across their faces. Although getting a 7 year old boy to do something ridiculous, thrill-seeking, and dangerous wasn't a huge accomplishment, they still reveled in their success.
"Okay, Ron." Bill started as he walked towards the youngest ginger brother. "Just line yourself up with the other side and run s fast as you can, okay?" He put a reassuring hand on his small shoulder and smiled comfortingly. Ron always liked Bill; he managed to be cool, and yet seem as if he cared at the same time.
Ron nodded once and inhaled a deep breath as Bill fell back into line with his siblings to watch as the youngest took the leap of faith. Ron could just barely see a line of fiery red hair out of his peripheral as he lined himself up and steadied his body as best as he could under the circumstances.
Ron Weasley didn't remember much after that; he remember his feet propelling him forward, the wind rustling past his ears, and the sounds of his brothers cheering him on, but it was almost as if someone else was moving his body, because he knew he'd never have had the courage. His feet felt the edge of the cliff and he hesitated just a moment, but it was probably that last split second decision that cost him the jump; he lost the momentum he had built and even though his feet pressed off against the edge and shot him forward, he didn't have enough inertia to reach the other side.
Falling is strange, it's something hard to describe. His body twisted and contorted in the air, trying to right itself before reaching the bottom, but its hard to put ones feet beneath themselves when tumbling towards the earth. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest, and he tried to scream but the pressure kept his mouth shut tight. He felt weightless for just a moment at the beginning of his descent, but then the full of his mass caught up with him and dropped him like a stone in the ocean.
The fall wasn't anything momentous, maybe a 10 or 12 foot drop, but to a seven year old boy, it felt like falling out of the sky, and, had he landed wrong, the drop could have been fatal. Ron never would have considered himself lucky, but the boy was; he landed by the side of the house in his Aunt's prized flower bed, enough to cushion his fall, but there was still damage done.
….
Molly Weasley sat by the side window, tea cup in hand, and smiled displayed on her face; she loved their visits out to Shell Cottage. It was so peaceful here, and she had always dreamed of living here herself, but Arthur working where he did bring its limitations. She couldn't complain though, she loved her family, and although most people probably wouldn't agree, she thought her house was lovely. Her family had worked hard putting that house together, but now it was most definitely home.
She sighed and took another gentle sip of tea as she watched the birds coast over the water; there was something so relaxing about not having to worry about her children. At home one of them was constantly pulling at her dress, or whining about something another one did to them, but here, they were all playing nicely.
There was a whooshing sound, and then a dull thump, followed by a myriad of other voices rushing down the hill. Molly's breath halted in her throat and she slowly rose from the table. She didn't even need to look to know something was wrong and from the muffled voices that she heard, she knew that Ron was not there. Her heart jolted as she rushed to the front door and slipped outside.
There they stood. Her children. The Weasley troop minus one.
"What in heaven's name" She started but was instantly cut off by a rant by her third eldest boy.
"It was the twins mummy, they made Ron jump off a cliff! Literally! They forced him too! He didn't want to but they said he had to, and he ran and jumped, but didn't make it and he fell! Really far!" Percy's voice was rushed and over excited; he reveled in the opportunities where he got to tattle on his siblings. He didn't care which ones, he was impartial to all of them, he just liked ratting them out.
Molly raised a hand to silence him, and he obeyed, but his small smirk slipped back onto his face, earning him a kick in the shin from Charlie. He winced and glanced at his mom, but figured now was not the time to complain again.
"Where is he? Where is your brother?"
"We dunno, mum. We were coming to find him…" George started, and Fred added,
"Bit of a nasty shock for him"
"he thought he'd made the jump"
"then he fell…"
"Like a sack of potatoes"
"Would you two stop speaking like that!" Molly rubbed her temples. IT was just this sort of thing that she was trying to get away from here in Shell Cottage. She turned away from her guilty looking twins and hurried over to the side of the house.
"It's here? "She questioned "where you said he fell?" She asked looking around hurriedly, searching for any sign of her youngest boy. There wasn't much to go on, but she saw a couple of branches broken by the flower bed, and she rushed over.
"Ron!" She exclaimed as she quickly pulled his body into her arms. He was trembling, and seemed as if he couldn't speak, but Molly saw that it was more due to shock than any actual damage. She didn't see too much wrong with him except for his obviously broken arm, which hung at an uncomfortable angle to his side. She inhaled a deep calming breath and gently lifted the boy from the prized flowers; she would have to remember to sneak out here and fix those when her Sister-in-law wasn't looking. She sighed and moved towards the house, son in her arms, and other children rushing after her and begging to look at the gnarly and mangled limb. She shot the twins a look after they asked if Ron would be a mutant forever.
There wasn't much that Molly couldn't do with her wand, and fixing a broken arm wasn't one of them . She laid her young son on a bed and told Percy to get her bag from the other side of the room.
It was a quick fix, she mended the bone, and tucked the youngest Weasley in bed to calm down. She could tell he was still obviously upset, and for good cause, he had just taken a ridiculous fall down the side of a cliff. She couldn't wait until her husband got home. It was about time the boys had a lecture, but she had a sinking suspicion that he would take them outside and talk in a reprimanding tone, but not really discipline them. She could picture it now, "you pretend like I just gave you the scolding of a lifetime, alright boys. You just act real sorry, and then well be off the hook". It was just like her Arthur to do something like that. She heaved a heavy sigh and hurried into the kitchen to fix her shaken boy some tea.
She watched as the other children scurried out the side door, obviously back to their usual mischief. As frustrating as it could be, fixing broken bones, and mending torn skin, she wouldn't change anything about any of her children, not for the world. She moved to the bed and handed her youngest boy a cup of tea. She knew it was hard for Ron; he wanted desperately to be included, but he usually just became the butt of the joke, or the victim of some prank. She knew in time he would get his bearings amongst the group and find his place, it would just take some patience and hard work.
She turned her attention to him and smiled as he began telling her about a story he heard; Molly loved these moments. She loved when she was able to spend alone time with one child, she felt like she really got to know them even better, and make them feel special. She listened intently to his every word, even though she had heard this very story about 7 times before from each of her children. It was still special every time she heard it.
