Gwen woke up about three hours later, the pain creeping slowly over her body yet again. She blinked several times, adjusting her eyes to the vibrant bedsheets that surrounded her. Racking her brain for a moment, she realized that she was at the Weasley's house, in Ron's Chudley Cannon's themed bedroom. Deeply inhaling the smell of Ron around her, she reluctantly climbed out of his bed.
The sun was brightly shining now, streaming in through the windows and showing the tiny particles of dust flittering about. Deciding that she shouldn't make Ron's family wait any longer, she descended the stairs, walking into the tiny living room in which seven pairs of eyes were on her.
"G'morning. Er, I mean, g'afternoon." She forced a smile, trying not to feel the pressure they were putting on her. They were begging with their eyes, pleading for her to blurt out what had happened right then and there.
Ron stood up first, walking over to her. Having him closer made her feel more comfortable. "Do you want something to eat? Mum made sandwiches..."
"No, no thank you. I'm not very hungry." Gwen turned to face the whole family. "I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm here..." She sighed deeply, trying not to visibly wince as her rib gave a sharp twang of pain. "Well, it's a very long story. As George, Fred, Percy, and Ron know, my mum left my dad and I when I was little." She sat down at the chair that Ron directed her to, holding Ron's hand and squeezing it slightly. "Well, my dad's always told me that my mum hated me with an overwhelming passion, and she couldn't even bear to be around me, so she left. My dad's always been angry with me about it, so he-"
Gwen looked at Ginny, her face already contorted with a look of disgust for what Gwen's mother had supposedly done to her. "-He hits me. All the time. I can't remember a time when he wasn't drunk and beating up on me. That's why I don't go home on holidays, that's why I hate life away from Hogwarts. Because of my Dad. Last night, he came home drunk, yet again, and beat me the worst ever."
"Oh God..." Ron squeezed her hand unbelievably tight. "Gwen, oh I'm sorry. You could've told me earlier, I would've done something. I would've beat him bloody down mysel-"
"Ron, please, I was too embarassed and scared." Mrs. Weasley had her hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes. "That's not it though. Yesterday, I saw that my Dad has a Dark Mark on his arm... He's a Death Eater. Then I remembered the dream I've always had, almost every night. There's a woman talking, saying that she was going to leave because someone couldn't be raised in the Dark. The man gets mad, and all I hear are footsteps. then he's yelling, and she's pleading with him to stop..."
Gwen hastily wiped tears away. "He does Avada on her. I don't think that my mum left me, I think my dad killed her. He tried to raise me with Dark Magic, I guess I wouldn't become that way, at least that's what I understood from last night." Gwen turned to Ron again, now openly crying, a mixture of love, sympathy and anger on his face. "Please, don't try to do anything for me. You'll just get hurt, Ron, please. I don't want to endanger you."
Mr. Weasley stared at her, not sure of what to say, and Fred and George looked completely confused. Percy was hard to read, but he was showing more emotion than normal. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny hugged her tightly.
"You can stay with us as long as you need, Gwen. I'm never letting you go back to your father..." Mrs. Weasley brushed some of her honey-colored hair from her face. "Now, come upstairs, I want to see the damage from last night. Ginny and I will heal you right up." She tried to let Molly's cheery face boost her spirits a bit. She told. She told her biggest secret. And despite the odd feelings coursing through her veins, Gwen felt relieved and welcomed.
The Weasleys were going to help her through.
Author Note: Now people, please review this. I really need some constructive critism, because I don't know if I like how this is going. I want to know how you guys feel about the story, not just me. Sorry about the length of this chapter, and the crappiness. The story'll pick up again next chapter; I hope.
The sun was brightly shining now, streaming in through the windows and showing the tiny particles of dust flittering about. Deciding that she shouldn't make Ron's family wait any longer, she descended the stairs, walking into the tiny living room in which seven pairs of eyes were on her.
"G'morning. Er, I mean, g'afternoon." She forced a smile, trying not to feel the pressure they were putting on her. They were begging with their eyes, pleading for her to blurt out what had happened right then and there.
Ron stood up first, walking over to her. Having him closer made her feel more comfortable. "Do you want something to eat? Mum made sandwiches..."
"No, no thank you. I'm not very hungry." Gwen turned to face the whole family. "I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm here..." She sighed deeply, trying not to visibly wince as her rib gave a sharp twang of pain. "Well, it's a very long story. As George, Fred, Percy, and Ron know, my mum left my dad and I when I was little." She sat down at the chair that Ron directed her to, holding Ron's hand and squeezing it slightly. "Well, my dad's always told me that my mum hated me with an overwhelming passion, and she couldn't even bear to be around me, so she left. My dad's always been angry with me about it, so he-"
Gwen looked at Ginny, her face already contorted with a look of disgust for what Gwen's mother had supposedly done to her. "-He hits me. All the time. I can't remember a time when he wasn't drunk and beating up on me. That's why I don't go home on holidays, that's why I hate life away from Hogwarts. Because of my Dad. Last night, he came home drunk, yet again, and beat me the worst ever."
"Oh God..." Ron squeezed her hand unbelievably tight. "Gwen, oh I'm sorry. You could've told me earlier, I would've done something. I would've beat him bloody down mysel-"
"Ron, please, I was too embarassed and scared." Mrs. Weasley had her hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes. "That's not it though. Yesterday, I saw that my Dad has a Dark Mark on his arm... He's a Death Eater. Then I remembered the dream I've always had, almost every night. There's a woman talking, saying that she was going to leave because someone couldn't be raised in the Dark. The man gets mad, and all I hear are footsteps. then he's yelling, and she's pleading with him to stop..."
Gwen hastily wiped tears away. "He does Avada on her. I don't think that my mum left me, I think my dad killed her. He tried to raise me with Dark Magic, I guess I wouldn't become that way, at least that's what I understood from last night." Gwen turned to Ron again, now openly crying, a mixture of love, sympathy and anger on his face. "Please, don't try to do anything for me. You'll just get hurt, Ron, please. I don't want to endanger you."
Mr. Weasley stared at her, not sure of what to say, and Fred and George looked completely confused. Percy was hard to read, but he was showing more emotion than normal. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny hugged her tightly.
"You can stay with us as long as you need, Gwen. I'm never letting you go back to your father..." Mrs. Weasley brushed some of her honey-colored hair from her face. "Now, come upstairs, I want to see the damage from last night. Ginny and I will heal you right up." She tried to let Molly's cheery face boost her spirits a bit. She told. She told her biggest secret. And despite the odd feelings coursing through her veins, Gwen felt relieved and welcomed.
The Weasleys were going to help her through.
Author Note: Now people, please review this. I really need some constructive critism, because I don't know if I like how this is going. I want to know how you guys feel about the story, not just me. Sorry about the length of this chapter, and the crappiness. The story'll pick up again next chapter; I hope.