Ron Weasley woke up to the sound of his mother crying loudly into the night, like a wounded wolf, in the darkness that flowed into his bedroom. He heard his father trying to calm her down, but to no avail. He had never heard his mother crying this loudly in his life, nor ever hearing the soft sobs that he thought were coming from his father.
Ron looked over to his bedside clock to see the time change to five o'clock in the morning. When he heard loud foot steeps heading towards the stairs, he knew he was not the only one who could hear this. Even the ghost in the attic over him was waling upon the mettle pipes. When he started to hear gasps from his brothers and a monstrous wail from his sister he started to get worried.
He got up in a hurry and got dressed. After he finished getting his shirt on he opened his bedroom door and ran down stairs. When he reached the bottom step he saw his brothers sitting in the large table chairs in the kitchen and his mother and sister in a tight embrace, crying like the world for both had ended. When his father saw him standing there, he started to walk towards him.
"Please sit down Ron" he said in a somber voice.
When Ron looked into his father eyes he thought he knew what happened and sat down and listened to the worse thing that had ever happened in his life...
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