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It may be very vague and things are not going too well in real life lately, but I still hope you like how the story is going off so far. I'm sorry if this isn't what you guys had expected it to be.

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Rose blinked and looked around. "It's dusty in here," she murmured. Scorpius stood up and looked around. Rose also stood as she dusted her clothes. She looked at Scorpius. "Where do you think this place is? It's very dusty in here." She looked at her watch. "It's still too early to come out of this yet," she muttered. She lifted her head slowly to look around once more. "Where's Dad?" she asked.

Scorpius strained his neck. "There he is," he said as he saw a little boy scamper about the attic, seemingly trying to hide from someone. "I think the Weasleys are playing hide and seek by the looks of it," he suggested as he walked over to little Ron who was trying to bury himself under a large pile of boxes. "It'll fall on him, you know," Scorpius pointed out.

Rose watched as her father managed to squish under it. "I don't think it would. Dad's thin structure could get him anywhere. She looked above her. "Look, there are a lot of cobwebs up there," she said, pointing to the ceiling. "I thought Dad was afraid of them. How come he's up here now?" She looked back at her young father who was now snickering in victory.

"Maybe he isn't yet," said Scorpius His eyes followed the huge spiders that crawled on the cobwebs above them. "I've never seen an attic like this before. Mum never leaves out house with Spider webs. I bet she'll kill the House elf if there are some. Mum likes to keep the house spotless, too spotless sometimes if you ask me."

Rose smiled. "I can only imagine," she replied.

Scorpius heard a muffling noise from behind him. "Someone's coming," he said. Sure enough, he saw Charlie enter the attic. "Charlie must be the it." Rose nodded as she watched Charlie look under the broken tables and chairs in the attic in search for one of his siblings. Rose laughed a bit. "To be honest, Dad's good at hide and seek."

"I know one of you is here," Charlie muttered with an impish grin on his face. He searched under and over some old things that were stacked up. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Charlie sighed and went to the pile of boxes where Ron was hiding. "For the first time none of them tried hiding here…odd," whispered Charlie as he walked past the place where Ron hid himself in. Charlie ran down out of the attic.

Ron moved, making all the boxes tumble before him. He stood up and dusted the dirt off his clothes. With a triumphant smile, he tried to put back the boxes to the proper place. Being small and short as he is of the moment, he had to tip-toe a lot to reach some of the higher places. Ron threw back his head. His slightly long hair, apparently uncut, fell on his face as he perspired.

"Where's Bill when I need him?" he muttered. A small box came falling down from the top, crashing to the ground. Ron held his breath when he heard something smash. "Mum would kill me." He looked about and saw a broken mirror before him. Ron stooped down to take a look at it. He picked up one broken class, causing a deep cut on his finger. "Ow!"

"That was smart," said Scorpius sarcastically as he watched Ron rub his finger on his pants. "Even a little kid like him should know not to touch mirror. But I daresay he's not like me. I'd run if I hear something break knowing Mum would throw a fit. By the looks of it, your grandmother would to. Ron did turn pale when he heard the mirror break."

Rose nodded thoughtfully as she crouched down to take a closer look at Ron's cut. "It could get infected if he lets it go on like this. I do hope he does enough sense to go down and tell his mother." Ron kept rubbing his bloody finger on his now bloody pants. "Though I guess not by the way he is trying to get the blood off of his finger," she said.

Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Of course he won't go running down stairs. Number on, they're playing hide and seek as of the moment and I doubt he'd want to be the first one to get caught. Number two, I'm sure he's afraid of the twins teasing him for running to their mother. Number three, I bet is the real reason, is that he doesn't want his mother to know in the first place or she'll find out that he's broken something and he will surely get into more trouble," he explained.

"All too true," said Rose sadly.

"Bloody mirror," cursed Ron. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around his hands before trying to push the broken mirror under the pile of boxes. Before he knew it, another piece of broken mirror cut through his skin. Ron stepped back and looked at his now two bloody fingers and shook his head. The little boy evidently fought back tears.

"Ron must be up in the attic!" Ron froze. He quickly dived under the pile of boxes, pulling all the shattered pieces of mirror closer to him, piercing his arm this time. Ron squirmed, but didn't do so too much so as not to get caught. Percy and Bill came into the attic, both looking very tired. "Charlie came here to check, but I'm sure he'd be here," said Bill.

Percy looked doubtful. "It's a dark place. You know Ron hates to hide at dark places."

"Still…" Bill's voice trailed off. He looked at the direction of the piles boxes then looked up at the ceiling. "I sure hope he's not here. Those spiders could come down and minute," he said. Bill turned back to Percy. "Let's try the broom shed. I guess Ron wins this round. I do hope we find him before Mum finds out we couldn't." The two boys disappeared.

Ron grinned upon the thought of winning the game. He looked at his arms. There were two deep cuts on them. He kicked off the rest of the broken mirror and stood up from under the pile of boxes. As he did, those at the top came tumbling down on him, causing him to fall back to the floor.

"There's someone in the attic!" Fred and George appeared. "I thought Bill and Percy came to check here already. Ronnie, are you here?" Ron scowled upon hearing his name. He didn't answer them. Fred looked at George uncertainly. "I swear, George. I heard something rumble up here." He looked at the direction of the boxes and grinned. "Say George, do you remember how one of the big spiders came down from the ceiling?" he asked.

George looked at his brother, and then smiled, catching the joke. "Oh yeah, I remember that. I thought that big spider was going to eat me. If it wasn't for Dad, I would've been in the spider's tummy right about now," he said, rather cheerfully.

"Ron's not here. Whoever made that noise would be eaten up because he woke the spiders!" exclaimed Fred. "Come on now, George. We don't want to be part of the spiders' meal today, do we? Let's go one and look for Ron." He pulled his brother out of the attic and their steps were loud as they went down the stairs.

Ron gulped. "Spiders?" he whispered in the tiniest voice. He looked around but found none. He took a deep breath and stood up from the pile of boxes. Brushing his arms on his pants, he looked at the mess he had created. "Mum's going to kill me," he muttered. He looked at the pieces of broken mirror. "What am I going to do wi-" he stopped and the color on his face suddenly drained. A huge spider glared back at him. "SPIDERS!" he yelped.

Scorpius looked at the broken mirror. "It's a spider's reflection," he muttered. He looked above him and saw a tiny spider looking back. "He thought he saw a huge spider that was staring back at him." He looked at Rose who was staring at her father unbelievingly. She was obviously trying to suppress some laughter.

The black scene came around them. Rose looked about. "It's over already?" she asked as she looked at Scorpius's direction. Scorpius bit his lower lip and shrugged. Rose looked back at Ron who was running around the room, frantic. "Dad has a knack of taking out the very worst of his memories, I think," she said grudgingly for she had hoped to see more.

"Wait," said Scorpius. He paused and looked around. "It's coming back. He must've just taken out a part of it for some reason." Scorpius ran towards the side where color was starting to appear. "Look, it's your father over there!" he shouted and pointed to the little boy who ran towards the large green and old-looking closet.

Ron sweated all over. "Don't eat me!" Tears streamed down his face. "Please oh please don't eat me!" He frantically grabbed the handle of the closet and swung it open. "AAAHHH!" he yelled. A very large spider stood before him with its three big eyes and furry legs. Ron staggered backwards and fell to his back. "Mummy! Daddy! HELP!" Still with bloody arms and fingers, he used them to carry his weight as he backed away from the very large spider.

"Scorpius! Help him!" cried Rose.

Scorpius looked at her. "This is only a memory. I cannot even touch him." He looked at the direction of the spider. For some reason, he felt something strange and calm about it. Rose grabbed onto his shirt. "Calm down, Rosie!" said Scorpius, trying to pull away from her tight grasp. He did try, though it was to no avail for Rose had tightly grabbed his shirt. "Rose…this…is…only…a…memory!" said Scorpius.

Ron cried as he backed away from the huge spider. His heart pounded fast. The sweat on his temple dropped to the ground. His contorted face was colorless as the sight of the huge spider which neared him even more. Ron, without any more options, curled himself up and sobbed, apparently ready to be eaten by the creature.

""Ron!" Ron looked up and saw Bill standing behind him.

CRACK!

Ron looked ahead and saw that the spider had gone. It had suddenly turned to a lonely Bill looking very sad. "Ridikulous!" roared Bill pointing his wand at it. He made a dive for the boggart and shoved it back into the closet. Panting, he looked at Ron. "Don't tell Mum or Dad I took out that wand," he said as he sat on the floor looking pale and tired.

Ron blinked. "What was that?" he asked shakily.

"A boggart," replied Bill. "It's meant to change into something you're afraid of. I never knew you were afraid of spiders though." He stood up and looked at Ron's cuts. "What happened to you? You better go down to Mum now. She's going mad trying to look all over the house for you. You sure did keep quiet up here. No one noticed," he said.

Ron looked at Bill as his brother helped him stand up. "Why did the boggart made you look lonely?" he asked innocently. Bill didn't reply and by the look of his face, Ron knew his brother wanted to dismiss his question. "I never want to see a spider as big as that ever again. Not in my life, nu-uh," he said childishly. He and his brother went down the stairs hand in hand.

Bill laughed. "I see," was all he said.

Fred appeared as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Where have you been?" he asked Ron with a grin. "I hope you were not in the attic where spiders could've eaten you," he said in a taunting manner. George came out from the bathroom. Fred turned to him. "Hey George, we've finally found Ronnie here," he announced.

Bill raised his eyebrow. "You knew Ron was in the attic?" Fred didn't reply. Bill suddenly let go of Ron's hand. "You knew that Ron was in the attic and you didn't tell me? What if he seriously got hurt up there, Fred? Do you think it was funny?" He looked at Fred and George seriously. "If Mum finds about this she is going to throw a fit, I tell you. Ron's too little to be played on like that."

"Found out what?" Fred turned. Bill and Ron looked up to see Molly walking towards them. "Ron, look at you." She examined her son. "Why are you bleeding? Where did your cuts come from? Where have you been? I was calling you. Why weren't you answering? You know better. You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed. She looked at Bill. "Young man, you were supposed to look after them. Explain right now," she snapped.

Bill looked at Fred and George grudgingly then back at his mother. "I found him hiding in the attic. I don't know where he got the cuts from. I tried looking up there but didn't find him the first time I went to see. Charlie was there too and so was Percy, but Ron didn't make a sound. When I found him, I brought him down here immediately," he explained.

"I heard a crack up there, Bill, as if someone did magic," said Molly suspiciously. She shifted her eyes to his wand which was poking out from his pocket. Bill bit his lower lip. "I expected better from you, William Weasley. Now you take the twins and get them ready for lunch. I will tend to Ron and then have a serious talk with you. You know better than to whip out your wand!" she scolded.

Ron looked at his mother. "There was a boggart, Mum," he said innocently.

"Of course there was a boggart. I know of that boggart in the attic," said his mother. She turned to Fred and George. "I know you two have something to do with this. I want you to explain right now or you'll face a more serious punishment than you are already in for."

George shot a dirty look at Ron. "He was just a scaredy cat. All Fred mentioned was about a giant spider and he wasn't supposed to get scared. We meant it for him to come out if ever he was there. It's not the reason for him to go scared like that. Besides, Fred just had a hunch that he was in there. We left when no one reacted so we figured out he wasn't there," he said.

"A lame excuse, George. I know that you were so sure that Ron was there," she said firmly. "I'll deal with you two later." She turned to Ron. "What happened to you? Where did you get those deep cuts? Boggarts don't naturally hurt anyone…" Ron pursed his lips. "What is it that you're not telling me, Ronald?" she asked.

Ron looked at her. "I broke a mirror," he confessed.

Molly raised her eyebrow. "What mirror?" she asked. Ron shrugged. Molly thought for a moment. "I don't remember stuffing a mirror there." She smiled softly at Ron. "Oh, if there is any up there, it might be one of those things that I wanted to throw away. You know, Muggle things that your father insists on keeping." She shook her head and took Ron's hand. "Come on, Ron. We'll fix those cuts of yours right now while they're still fresh."

George muttered something. He turned to Fred and shrugged. Bill looked at his mother and little blankly, feeling upset that he got the blame even if he did nothing but save his little brother. The three of them went back upstairs to their rooms. Doors were slammed shut.

"What did your boggart turn into, Ron?" asked Molly calmly as he sat Ron on a stool. She levitated some bandages and two band-aids and some medicine and brought it closer to them.

"A spider," muttered Ron bitterly.

Molly smiled at him. "That's all right. Many wizards are scared of spiders but they refuse to admit it." She pressed a cotton to his cuts on his arm and wrapped them with bandages. It stung a little, but Ron refused to squirm. Molly calmly pressed another cotton on his little fingers. This time, Ron squirmed. Molly pulled him still. "Sit properly," she hissed.

Ron suddenly blurted out, "I hate spiders!"

Molly nodded understandingly. "I'm sure you do."

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I'm more than a witches pet
I am more than a beast
I know that I hide in shadows
But there's a little light in me
I know you fear meI know you fear me
Fear my home and fear my hands
Soon you'll feel me
Have reason to fear me
Scared 'cause you don't understand
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"I should have known Uncle George was behind Dad's fear," said Rose. She turned to Scorpius who looked very much amused. She gave him a little push. "Oh now you're enjoying it, aren't you? Thrilling?" she asked. Scorpius just grinned. The color faded and another memory came into view.

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