AN: Very short chapter here, but hey, I had to update. Plus, I just want to get trhe story moving in the direction I'm planning it to.
"Where did he hit you the most?" Mrs. Weasley had taken Gwen into the master bedroom, along with Ginny. Gwen knew for a fact that Ginny took after her mother and was very good at healing.
"My - my ribs and stomach." Gwen gingerly lifted up the Muggle shirt she was wearing to reveal her battered abdomen. "I think he broke one of my ribs." Gwen saw Mrs. Weasley gasp softly and look into her eyes. Ginny stared at her in a shocked sort of way.
"Oh, honey. I had no idea it was that bad... Ginny, go get my potions book and look for a potion for healing broken bones and bruises. It should be in the index." Ginny nodded feverently and left them behind in the room. "Gwen, this is never going to happen to you ever again. I won't let it, Arthur won't let it, Fred and George won't, and I know for sure that Ron will do anything in his power to protect you. I've never seen anyone your age in love so much as you and Ron are. Welcome to the Weasley family, Gwen." She gave a genuine smile that lit up her cheery brown eyes.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley. You're more of a family to me than I've ever had."
Ginny returned some time later with the ingredients needed.
"Maybe you'd be more comfortable in Ron's room. Unless the orange bedsheets distract you, of course. I've been trying to convince him to change those for years..."
"I like them, I think they fit his personality, I just hope I'm not putting any of you out by staying here."
"Oh of course not! When Hermione and Harry get here, you and Hermione will stay in Ginny's room, and Harry'll stay in Ron's. But for right now, Ron will just spend his nights on the sofa." Gwen opened her mouth to say that she could leep there, but Mrs. Weasley had already raised her hand to stop her. Molly laughed slightly, "Yes, my vibrant orange son matches his bedsheets perfectly..."
Gwen stared suspiciously into the cup that swirled with a gooey purple substance. Mrs. Weasley said it would both knock her out so she'd get the sleep she needed and cure her aches. Deeply sighing, Gwen tipped the cup back so the potion slithered oddly down her throat, leaving what seemed to be a path of fire. Rubbing her now raw throat, she turned to Ron and grimaced.
"Nasty stuff." Gwen said simply, slumping onto the now-familiar Chudley Cannons pillows, which were strangely comforting. The potion took effect immediately, and Gwen drifted into clouds of painless sleep.
Gwen woke up three days later, completely healed, feeling renewed in every sort of way. The thoughts of her father were pushed out of her mind by Ron and his family, which accepted her with open arms.
Harry and Hermione came the day Gwen awoke, concerned about her and shocked about the news of her father. They too promised that they'd always be there for her. Gwen finally had a family.
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The group's fifth year sprang upon them quickly, the school days flowing smoothly by. There was nothing for Gwen to worry about now, she had no need to ever see her father again. She was surrounded by love and smiling faces, and her relationship with Ron was perfect. Gwen Healy could not ask for more. Everything was going to be alright.
"Where did he hit you the most?" Mrs. Weasley had taken Gwen into the master bedroom, along with Ginny. Gwen knew for a fact that Ginny took after her mother and was very good at healing.
"My - my ribs and stomach." Gwen gingerly lifted up the Muggle shirt she was wearing to reveal her battered abdomen. "I think he broke one of my ribs." Gwen saw Mrs. Weasley gasp softly and look into her eyes. Ginny stared at her in a shocked sort of way.
"Oh, honey. I had no idea it was that bad... Ginny, go get my potions book and look for a potion for healing broken bones and bruises. It should be in the index." Ginny nodded feverently and left them behind in the room. "Gwen, this is never going to happen to you ever again. I won't let it, Arthur won't let it, Fred and George won't, and I know for sure that Ron will do anything in his power to protect you. I've never seen anyone your age in love so much as you and Ron are. Welcome to the Weasley family, Gwen." She gave a genuine smile that lit up her cheery brown eyes.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley. You're more of a family to me than I've ever had."
Ginny returned some time later with the ingredients needed.
"Maybe you'd be more comfortable in Ron's room. Unless the orange bedsheets distract you, of course. I've been trying to convince him to change those for years..."
"I like them, I think they fit his personality, I just hope I'm not putting any of you out by staying here."
"Oh of course not! When Hermione and Harry get here, you and Hermione will stay in Ginny's room, and Harry'll stay in Ron's. But for right now, Ron will just spend his nights on the sofa." Gwen opened her mouth to say that she could leep there, but Mrs. Weasley had already raised her hand to stop her. Molly laughed slightly, "Yes, my vibrant orange son matches his bedsheets perfectly..."
Gwen stared suspiciously into the cup that swirled with a gooey purple substance. Mrs. Weasley said it would both knock her out so she'd get the sleep she needed and cure her aches. Deeply sighing, Gwen tipped the cup back so the potion slithered oddly down her throat, leaving what seemed to be a path of fire. Rubbing her now raw throat, she turned to Ron and grimaced.
"Nasty stuff." Gwen said simply, slumping onto the now-familiar Chudley Cannons pillows, which were strangely comforting. The potion took effect immediately, and Gwen drifted into clouds of painless sleep.
Gwen woke up three days later, completely healed, feeling renewed in every sort of way. The thoughts of her father were pushed out of her mind by Ron and his family, which accepted her with open arms.
Harry and Hermione came the day Gwen awoke, concerned about her and shocked about the news of her father. They too promised that they'd always be there for her. Gwen finally had a family.
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The group's fifth year sprang upon them quickly, the school days flowing smoothly by. There was nothing for Gwen to worry about now, she had no need to ever see her father again. She was surrounded by love and smiling faces, and her relationship with Ron was perfect. Gwen Healy could not ask for more. Everything was going to be alright.