Hey peeps. The chapters for this are going to be really short. I've been writing this for awhile so i have a few stockpiled, but I'm really busy and so I probably won't update superfast.
Second fanfic ever, so please be nice.
I don't own (shocking, right?)
Also, reviews are like cookies. And they would make for a great Christmas present...
I watched as they dragged a little five-year-old boy in a crate and put it next to mine. How could they do this to such a small child? I wondered in morbid disgust. I knew it was unlikely that he would last the week.
The White-Coats were pure evil, to drag such a sweet little kid into this world of terror.
I swore to myself, then and there, that I would do all I could to protect this kid from the evils lurking in these dreaded halls.
***
Ron was confused. Mum had always told him not to talk to strangers. But he hadn't actually said anything. So where was he? And why did it smell so.. cold? Where was his mummy? He didn't like it here, not at all. He wanted to go home, to see his mum and dad and his brothers.
He began to quietly cry to himself, and then the big mean man who had shoved him in a bag and took him from home whacked him and told him to shut up. Ron gasped. Mummy had always said to never say shut up, and this bad man had just said it!
Ron's dislike of the man grew.
The man put him in some sort of cage and left him in a room with … things. Many of them looked like they had once been human, but now they weren't.
The only normal looking people there were two girls and two boys. The oldest looking, a girl, had long dirty blonde hair. the next was a dark-looking kid. He looked like the pictures Fred had shown him of Goths, a kind of Muggle.
The next had reddish-blonde hair and looked like he couldn't see very well.
The youngest, who looked to be about two years older than himself, had dark skin and hair. She looked friendly.
Remembering his manners, he wiped his eyes of tears and said, "Hi. I'm Ron, Who are you?"
The dark-skinned girl said, "I'm Nudge! I named myself! Do you like it? I do. I think I have the best name ever! Of course, your name is nice too. I hope you don't mind that I like mine better though!" She said this so fast that Ron had trouble processing it all.
The reddish-blonde with the bad eyes interrupted. "Nudge, be quiet." Then he turned to Ron."Sorry about her. She talks a lot. I'm Iggy, and I'm blind."
Ron had never met a blind person, and so was stricken at the thought of not being able to see.
The Goth boy said "Fang." then was silent.
The oldest introduced herself as Max.
Max asked where he was from.
"I'm from Britain!" Ron exclaimed proudly.
"Well, Ron, you're really far from home." Iggy states sadly.
"W-where am I?"Ron asks. He had never really been that far from his house before and was scared at the thought of not seeing his mum.
"Well, you're in California." Max said.
"Where is that?" Ron hadn't learned about California yet.
"It's in America!" Nudge explains.
Ron was scared now. He didn't want to be in America. He wanted to be at The Burrow, at home, safe with his family.
"B-but I don't wanna be in America!" Ron warbled.
Max tried to comfort the small child. Unfortunately, the only child she had ever comforted was Nudge, and she never needed much more than a lengthy conversation.
Max doubted this would work on Ron.
Shockingly, it was Iggy who managed to calm Ron down.
Iggy had the cage right next to Ron's, and could reach over and touch the small child comfortingly.
That is, until the Eraser came in and took him away.
The Flock sighed. The knew that the chance of seeing Ron alive again was little to none.
***
"Where are you taking me?" Demanded Ron.
The Eraser did not respond.
"Ignoring people is bad manners! Rude, rude, rude, rude!" Ron chanted.
The Eraser had little patience for this, and quickly put a stop to it. Ron would have the black eye for a week.
The Eraser dropped Ron off in a dull white room with only a desk and a chair. Ron was immediately bored stiff.
"Here's the brat" the Eraser grunted to the White-Coat inside.
Ron was poked and prodded for about an hour before the White-Coat seemed to come to a decision.
The scientist muttered as he scribbled down information. "Subject 4562 seems most apt for Golden Eagle D.N.A. transplant. Recommended highly."
He then left. Those were the only words he spoke the whole time.
***
Mrs. Weasley looked up from her cooking and glanced out the window, expecting to see her wonderful boy playing about.
All she saw was empty space. This was a little worrisome, but Ron had wandered off a bit before. She sent Percy to find him.
30 minutes later, Percy came back- without Ron.
Thus began a day-long Ron-hunt.
By dusk, there had been no sign of him. Mrs. Weasley had even informed the Muggle police, who told her they would do everything in their power to get him back.
But Mrs. Weasley had a feeling that they would not find her son.
And she was right.
