I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. This is only a fanfic. :)


After he finished the dishes, Hugo slugged off to his room. He didn't even bother to stop and give his family the update that he had finished, he just walked right past the comfortable den, where his family was all at. He could hear the radio on in there. They were listening to a show called, Bernard and BullShit. It was quite an entertaining radio cast. Hermione disapproved of it but was over ruled by the other members of the family of four. Every Wednesday night, they all crowd into the den and listened to it before heading to bed. Hugo found himself going to the den less and less. He knew he was unwanted by two of the three people. The third one was questionable. And all honestly, he didn't want to see their faces. He was still outraged that they thought he was gay. He was very much not! He was attracted to women. He especially loved two certain parts of their bodies. The two wonderful mountains that made their body look the way it did. Only if they were attractive though. Some just didn't look appealing to him. One girl stood out from the rest though. Aubrey Maxdell was the most beautiful sixth year. She had mid-back length hair of brown. It was so silky and looked so soft. Golden Hazel eyes that reminded Hugo of autumn were in her eye sockets. They really complimented her complexion. She was half-Italian and half-Greek. She was a Goddess of her own level. The best part of the girl was her body structure. She was small built with a very detailed figure. She had the perfect hour-glass figure and one heck of an hour glass she was. There was only one bad part of the whole thing. Every time Hugo went to talk to her, he'd end up stuttering and knocking over everything. He was no ladies man. He felt defeated from that. He was the only boy in his family that couldn't get a girl. He tried to copy what James told him to do, but failed miserably. Lines like, "Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" and " Hey, can I have your number? I, somehow, forgot mine." Just didn't work for him. They worked for James. At least that was what James had told him and he believed. If only he knew that James actually never used those cheesy pick-up lines.

Once in his room, Hugo locked his door and collapsed on his bed. The springs creaked as he moved to different laying positions. He had Rose's old bed. It was sort of disgusting, because it was probably filled with random guys' sperm and her… ewe. Hugo changed the sheets every week to make sure none of that nasty was able to get to his skin. He was still astonished anyone would want to get with such a fake girl like Rose. He decided that boys and girls liked her because she was the easiest girl on the planet. She was in her own category on the Slut Scale.

The Slut scale was a scale Garret, Luke, and Brian made up. They were Hugo's best friends. They were the only friends he really had. He wouldn't change them for anything though. They were hilarious and always cheered him up. He needed this because negativity seemed to always be hanging over Hugo. It suffocated him in sorrow. They helped him see the brighter side of things.

During Hugo's fourth year (Garret's and Luke's fifth and Brian's sixth year), the boys invented a scale to rate people on. It was a scale of easiness. Level one was the Hard to Get. Level two was Occasionally Whores. Level three was Whores. Level four was No More Paying! Level five was Hell's Angels. Later that year, Hugo added a level six: the Roses. He named it after the only person in that category: Rose. The other boys just laughed for none of them like his sister. You see, the others had a problem with sluts just like the one who were not sluts. Since they were after guys they didn't understand why the boys chose the fakes over them. When they were having conversations like that, Hugo usually stayed quiet and daydreamed. He really didn't care what boy had the cutest arse in school. The cutest girl arse was simply Aubery's arse. Hugo had urges to do so much with that girl. He hid them away though, sort of embarrassed he was having these urges for a girl he barely knew.

Hugo hated his mattress though. It poked and jabbed him all night leaving him covered with blue and purple bruises. Hugo tolerated it well. He would rather use the junky mattress then have none. Sadly, there was no such thing as a peaceful night's rest for him though. He had a trait of receiving all the crappy things in life. For instance, like when he was a baby and they ran out of baby clothes for him, they started making him wear Rose's old pink footsie. He fit into the perfectly. Actually, some were a bit lose on him because he was so under weight.

It was amazing that he was actually five foot seven. He was a stick with no meat or muscles on his small bones. He had no way of self-defense in a Muggle's fight. With just three punches the one hundred and three-pound boy would be dead. He hated being so small and fragile. Everyone always made sure he was at the butt of their jokes. James and Fred II were exceptionally cruel to him when it came to that sort of things. Hugo hated it.

He breathed in and out slowly. He was making sure his lungs were working all right before he fell asleep for a while. It was only seven in the afternoon and it wasn't even dark, so he bet he'd be up again around midnight. That was the usual time he woke up at least. After he was sure, he was fine. He let his eyes flutter shut and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Hugo… Hugo… Do you hear me?" An old male's voice called out to him as if he was trying to get him into a trance. "Open our eyes, Hugo. I need to talk to you." The voice added.

For some odd reason, Hugo did as told. He opened his dark, almost black, eyes. He was standing in a dark room. The only light was a beam of it shining dirty on a broken, golden archway, In silver writing there was barriera del pozzo on it. Hugo stared at it for a couple of minutes as if the words word magically turn into English. Deep down though, he knew it was hopeless.

"Ah, what you are staring at, Mr. Weasley is a very interesting archway that you will soon enough know more about than I do myself." An old man stepped turns Hugo from out of the pitch-blackness. He had a matching white fuzzy beard and hair that both hung down to the end up his rather round stomach. He had half-moon spectacles on that were placed on the very edge of her crocked nose. The spectacles were to help his blue eyes see. His eyes were full of life. Hugo stared in amazement as he realized who was in front of him. He was the man in his History of Magic's book and Hogwarts A History. He was the man his older relatives talked so fondly of. It was Albus Dumbledore. This was impossible, for he was dead. He died at the end of Ron's sixth year.

Being in shock the first words that escaped Hugo's mouth were, "Y-You're dead!"

Dumbledore chuckled, "Why yes I am. It's a real pleasure to met you Mr. Weasley."

The tips of Hugo's ears turned bright scarlet as he blushed, "Sorry it's just that…" He paused for a moment. Then something terrible hit him. It made his stomach knot and tangle. He had been having breathing troubles recently, so did he die somehow from it? He gulped before asking terrified, "Um, am I dead?"

"No, no. You are most defiantly alive and so much like your dear father." Dumbledore peered at Hugo over his spectacles as if he was smiling with his eyes.

Hugo made a nasty, weird look on his face at the mentioning of Ron. He rolled his eyes, "Oh great, now I have to go die. Anyone like Dad and he, himself, needs to die painfully. Like maybe, letting themselves on fire and slowly burning to a toasty crisp." Hugo didn't mean to say it, he just did. He bit his lip, regretting what he had just said. He hadn't meant it. It was just he was fed up with his father at that moment in time. There isn't a need for a review. Hugo had a habit of getting himself in situations similar to this one, but usually it was worse. He was rather lucky right now.

"This is something you will very much regret in time." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"I doubt it. He is a bloody terrible father. I hate him. I can't wait till I am seventeen so I can leave our ruddy house and never have to see their bloody faces again. God, I hate Dad… and Rose and Mum… well at times Mum is all right. The sad thing is, is that if I ran away now there probably wouldn't even notice. If they did notice they wouldn't give a damn. Dad would be throwing fucking parties because I left." Hugo looked around for a moment in silence. Dumbledore didn't dare to speak for he knew the boy was not yet finished.

"I'm not supposed to know this, but I was walking past my parents' room to go outside to- you don't need to know- but anyway, I heard them and I know why. They are trying to create a new kid. They want a better son. Dad always talks about wanting another son. He probably wants to raise that one right. It might be a good thing if the kid came though. My parents could say they at least raised one correctly and they wouldn't be completely terrible parents…"

Dumbledore shook his head in disapproval. Hugo shot him a glare and then just looked back at the archway. Hugo got to a point in his life where he didn't care who the hell he was talking too. He would use as foul language as he wanted and no one could stop him. He was rather headstrong about the whole thing. The whole strong language happened rarely though, for he barely opened his mouth during school terms and with the rest of his family besides Rose, Hermione, and Ron. He acted ten times worse when it was mentioning Ron's name. They had no relationship between them.

"But that is besides the point, the whole make a new baby thing. The point is that I don't want you to tell me this bullshit. I will always feel this way about them and they will always hate me as well. Its how my shitty house works! I know Dad don't like me and its freaking okay with me!" Hugo added as he continued to look away from Dumbledore.

He glanced back at Dumbledore once more before adding, "I-I am a failure…"

He closed his eyes to keep tears from rolling down his face. He was a man and men don't cry. That was one message Ron got fully through his stubborn mind. Yet, the pain within him got stronger and stronger. It got to the point to where he had to use all his strength inside him to not explode. The metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth as he bit the inside of his gums. Without control, he just started yelled. He yelled and yelled and yelled. He felt insane. He wondered what Dumbledore thought of him. He couldn't stop yelling though. He got louder and louder. He was exploding. Then, all of a sudden, he fell silent and just stared at Dumbledore, who oddly enough still had a joyful smile on his face.

Dumbledore laid a hand on Hugo's shoulder and squeezed it. "My dear boy, now that you got all that out of your system, we have real important issues to go over." Hugo's face turned a dark color of scarlet.

"Now I must beg you not to return to Hogwarts, as weird as it seems."

"What? Why?" Hugo asked confused.

"Well, I cannot tell you everything I know and I do not even know everything about it. Its rather confusing actually. All I know it that there has been some talk about a new born Dark Lord and"

"That's ridiculous, Sir. I mean everyone is getting along with each other now a days." Hugo replied with manners.

"Not everyone, exactly. Like I said I cannot tell you everything all I can say is for you to beware of who you met and who you surround yourself with. Some will try to gather to and feed off you. You may never know it is going on as well. For all you and I know, it could be your cousin, friend, or your Professor."

"What does this have to do with me not returning back to Hogwarts this year?"

"I have heard things, many, many terrible things and it all leads back to you. All of it happens during this school year so I advice you to stay home and do not go for that is where it will all happen."

"Yeah, yeah sure. Sir, I think you aren't completely sane anymore. No one wants anything to do with me." Hugo chuckled.

"Not yet anyway. There is always a future."

"Whatever."

The picture began fading. Before it all turned to a black abyss Hugo heard Dumbledore say, "I warned you."

Hugo's eyes opened wide to a beating at his locked door. He held his head in his hand as he sat up. It was all a dream. The whole Dumbledore thing was only a damn dream. It was sorted into the pile of his weirder dreams. He had a headache and the pounding on his door was no help. The sun shined through his blinds. It was a brand new morning. He stood up and sighed as he heard his Dad yelling.

"Open up this damn door or I'll blow it up and you don't get a door any more!"

Hugo walked over to the door and opened it to see his very red face father in front of him. "You wanted me Dad?"

"What the hell took you so long?"

"My apologize for sleeping. I will remember to not do that anymore."

Ron rolled his eyes at his smartass of a son. "No, what you will do is answer me quicker next time. Now get dressed. We are leaving in a half in hour to go to my parents' house. If you aren't ready in time we are leaving without you."

"Okay, so count me as not going."

"That's not an option!"

"You just said if I wasn't ready in time"

"Damn it Hugo, just do what I say and get dressed."

"Yes master. I will do everything you say, when you say it.": Hugo bowed to add that effect.

Ron huffed angrily at him "Just do it."

Ron stormed off down the hall as Hugo snicker to himself. It was just so easy to push Ron's buttons. It really didn't take much. Not wanting to go over to the Burrow, Hugo ran and jumped back down on his bed and caught a couple more minutes of shut eye before the rest would flip out on him for not being ready. Hermione wouldn't stand leaving him alone so she would come and nag him until he got ready after that. Then eventually he would get dressed after a hour of nagging making that whole family two hours late. The day was actually starting out rather good today.

"Hello Hermione dear, how are you?" Molly asked as she hugged Hermione. Hugo had the whole greeting part. It really disgusted him. He was not to fond of hugs. Actually hugs' were number one on his hate list. Well, no they were number two. Ron was number one at the moment in time. He had been number one for a while now actually. Five year actually.

Believe or not, there was once upon when Hugo looked up at Ron and dreamed to be just like him. It was his dream. When he had to do reports in Muggle Schools about who his hero was it would always be Ronald Billius Weasley. Now a day though, Hugo hardly ever wanted to look at his father's bloody, disgusting face. He was positive Ron felt that exact same way but ten times more about him.

"Oh I am fine." Hermione replied as Molly broke apart their hug to move on to Ron.

"Hello Ronald." Molly was now hugging him.

"Oh, and yes, Miss Rosie." She said merrily as she hugged Rose tightly as if it was the last time that she was going to see her. She even called her by her childhood nickname.

"Hello Grandmum." Rose said in her fake voice she had. Everything was fake about that piece of shit.

Molly let Rose go and smiled brightly at Hugo. Hugo guessed he was expressing that he didn't want to be there, because Ron shot a glare over at him and motioned for him to smile. Not wanting too, Hugo craved his lips into a disgusting smile as Molly hugged her youngest grandchild. He wanted to push her off of him as if was going to kill him to hug her much longer. The hug finally ended and she brightly said, "Hugs, how are you?"

Hugo hissed in his mind as she called him his childhood nickname as well. "Hello Grandmum, and I am good." He said. His voice was a mixture of irritation and happiness as he tried to act happy to see everyone. He really wasn't good at all.

Hugo shrugged past her and began to walk into the den when Ron pulled him off to the side away from everyone else.

"Are you trying to ruin everyone's day?" He asked his son sternly.

"I haven't even done a damn thing you are all ready yelling."

"You have done something. You didn't smile for you Grandmum. I had to make you smile. You will hurt her if you don't watch it, you conceded little brat. Just because you want to be a-a dumbass and not appreciate this family you have doesn't mean you get too. You have to deal with the people you get."

"Oh, Dad, don't worry. I already know all of that. I want a nice, happy, doesn't pick favorites, not judgmental, caring father but look who I am stuck with, stupid himself." Hugo said coldly.

"Alright, fine. House lock down for the next two years! How's that? You going to watch your mouth next time and respect your elders?" Ron blew up.

Hugo thought about it for a moment but was to big of a dick at that time to end it with that. He knew he was being a brat and didn't protest when he was called it earlier. His hatred to his father was too strong, sadly.

"I will respect the elders who will respect me back and doesn't get by on the nickname of Harry Potter's best friend." Hugo knew all his father's weak spots.

Ron raised his hand to knock him in the side of the head, but Hermione and some others overheard their conversation and she called Ron over to her. He straightened himself up and walked over to his wife leaving his son at peace.

Hugo wasn't down fighting though. He was still angry for the night before. His temper was to high at the moment for him to act like his normal self. He was way past that. All the things that anyone ever did to him in the past like bullying, spitting in his face, being dicks to him, pranking him was boiling up inside of him and dying to be poured out in a be puddle of shit.

Hugo walked into the den where his cousins and Uncle Harry were. The all stared at him because the conversation was a bit louder than implied. He shrugged and sat in the back corner of the room by himself. He stared down at the carpet trying to clam down. Lily Potter, the second youngest cousin, walked over to him noticing that he was shaking. She had red hair and brown eyes looked exactly like her mother, Ginny Weasley. She was a perfect child as well. She was perfect like everyone else in the bloody family. Hugo envied them all.

"You okay Hugs?" She asked worried.

Hugo really didn't mean for it to come out, but it did and he couldn't take it back...

"What a bloody stupid question. Of course I am not all right, damn it! Lily, how are you prefect and being this damn stupid! If I wanted to talk about anything I would of fucking came up and sat with you all. But no, I do not want to talk to any of you damn people so just please leave me alone. I'm not in the ruddy mood! And please don't ever fucking call me Hugs again. First off, I hate bloody Hugs. Second off, just leave me the fuck alone."

Everyone in the Burrow crowded in the den and stared at Hugo in disbelief that he had just said that. Lily backed away slowly and stared at him even more worried now. It was unlike him to just yell things out like this. He was usually to himself. He couldn't handle it anymore though. His temper was very low. Anything could set him off. Ron looked furious along with Hermione. Rose hadn't even noticed he said anything. Everyone else was just in pure shock.

Hugo stood up and stormed to the room entrance. He kept eye contact with Ron as he shoved his way out of the doorway. He then left the house slamming the door behind him. He wasn't too positive of where he was going he just started running. He ran into the nearest Muggle town and didn't stop until he reached the forest on the other side of it. His anger slowly began melting away as he began climbing a tree. Up there where nothing could get him, he began to ponder though his thoughts lingering a while on the dream he had the night prior to this event.


I apologize for Hugo's language. I know it might offend some people but he is falling down a whole of darkness at the moment. This isn't a very funny scene but it will get more humorous. Right now, HUgo is just holding a grudge on his father and he just kept everything down inside for too long and finally let some of it out. This will probably happen a lot more in this story BTW.

Now, I would love reviews on how you liked it and stuf. You can even send me hater reviews. I just want to know if people like this or not. Either way though, I will continue it because I love the story line I have to it. :)

- randomgirloutthere110