Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Five
Bullies and Betrayal
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"Ron? Sweetheart, could you come down here, please?" Aunt Erin called sweetly from the kitchen.
Aunt Erin Monaghan was Ron's paternal aunt, and she too had the Weasley red hair. Ron could see Ginny looking like his aunt when she grew older. Aunt Erin had shoulder length red hair and freckles. She was quite slender, despite the fact that she had had three boys. She looked to be in her late twenties, early thirties, but Ron knew that his aunt was at least thirty-five. She might've even been in her early forties already, but she looked great all the same.
Ron entered the kitchen looking up expectantly. His aunt could still see the misery haunting his beautiful blue eyes.
It had only been a week since the passing away of her father, but Erin had moved on, and she had only hoped that Ron would've too.
"Did you need help with something?" Ron asked.
"Oh, no, its just I wanted to see how you were." Erin said.
"I'm fine." Ron said.
"How can you lie to me with a straight face?" Erin asked smacking her nephew gently on the shoulder.
"I'm fine, really." Ron insisted.
"Well, as soon as you're ready to talk, I'll be here to listen, and as soon as you talk, the faster you'll be fine, and then you'll be in school again." Erin said.
"Aunt Erin, you can keep me here as long as you want, but there isn't anything to talk about. I'm fine." Ron said.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Erin asked.
"Grandpa says it's because my mum and dad are the two most stubborn people alive, and I'm the combination of both of them." Ron said with a hint of a grin.
"Grandpa said, Ron… he's gone now." Erin snapped suddenly.
Ron left the room.
Ron rolled his eyes as he entered the crowded Ballycastle School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
'Don't worry, your cousins will be waiting at the door for you, so you won't have any problems.' Aunt Erin had said before he boarded the train.
Now, here Ron was in Ballycastle, and there wasn't a redhead in sight on the crowded first floor corridor, and nobody was waiting for him.
People were talking and laughing as he passed by. Then Ron saw a kid getting slammed against the wall by at least four other teenagers. They were throwing his books all over the crowded corridor, and the kid looked close to tears.
Ron ran over to the kid and the bullies and pulled the teenagers away from the younger boy.
"Who are you?" One of the older kids asked slamming Ron against the wall.
"Ron Weasley." Ron said.
"Yea, well I never heard of you." He said.
"I'm new here." Ron said.
"That explains it. Since you're new, I'll let you in on some advice. Don't interfere with other people's business, and never interfere with ours!" Another kid said.
"Oh, don't worry, I hate to interfere with a bunch of cowards' business." Ron said boldly, despite the fact that they were going to let him leave unharmed.
"What did you say?" One of the bullies asked.
"I won't interfere with your business." Ron said.
"Are you calling us cowards?" Another bully asked.
"Yes, but that's better than calling yourselves idiots, like you just did." Ron said.
A bell rang signaling class.
"You better not let me catch you in the corridors again, or I'll make you eat your words with my fist." The bully said.
"You didn't catch me in the first place." Ron muttered.
"You shouldn't have done that." The younger boy said from the ground gathering his stuff as the corridors cleared. "But thank you anyway. Nobody's ever stood up for me before."
"Don't thank me. I know a lot of jerks like them back at Hogwarts. Though none were really that low. I'm Ron Weasley." Ron said handing the boy his book.
"I'm Alan McLarnon." Alan said.
"Good to meet you." Ron said. "You wouldn't know where the Headmaster's office is, do you? I'm new, and I have no idea where I'm going."
"I'll show you. I'll need a pass anyway." Alan said.
"What year are you in?" Ron asked.
"My third, how about you?" Alan asked.
"Fifth." Ron said.
"Most fifth years don't stick up for third years." Alan said.
"They shouldn't have too. Those kids shouldn't be allowed to bully you like they do." Ron said and they entered the Headmaster's office.
Ron's day was long and boring. Not until the train ride home did Ron finally meet his cousins. Ron found out that he would live at his aunt's house, because students who lived close to the school could go home at night after classes and go back early the next morning.
"So you're Ron? I'm Conor, this is Sean, and this is Jack. We didn't know that you were coming today. We didn't find out until it was too late, honestly." Conor Monaghan said in a very insincere voice. Sean was nodding unconvincingly, while Jack was just rolling his eyes.
Conor looked to be about seventeen, and Sean was fifteen, while Jack was thirteen.
"I made out all right without your help." Ron said raising his eyebrows.
"Yea, well we're almost home, so don't take long getting off the train." Conor said. Conor and Sean left the compartment, while Jack lingered.
"Did you really stop the McCormack's from killing Alan?" Jack asked.
"They wouldn't have killed him, but I did help Alan out a bit, why?" Ron asked.
"I owe them money, but I don't have any. So if they see me they'll kill me." Jack said softly.
"Your brothers wouldn't let them kill you." Ron said.
"They don't care about me. They want them to kill me." Jack said.
"Well, if they go after you, I'll help you out." Ron said. "But right now I'm their prey."
"Thanks Ron." Jack said smiling. He left the compartment.
At dinner that evening Erin, her husband Brandon, Conor, Sean, Jack, and Ron were all eating around the table.
"Ron how was your first day?" Erin asked.
"Fine." Ron said engrossed with his food.
"Am I going to get more than that out of you?" Erin asked.
"There's nothing to say." Ron said.
"Did the boys show you around?" Erin asked.
"I didn't get lost once." Ron said.
"Erin, let the boy eat." Brandon said. "How was your day at school Jack?"
"Fine." Jack said.
"Did you learn a lot?" Brandon asked.
"Yes. I learned how to do cheering charms. My friend Alan did one on me, and I couldn't stop laughing." Jack said.
"You have a friend?" Conor asked.
"Only that nerdy kid that nobody else will hang out with." Sean said.
Jack looked dejected and didn't say anything else.
"How did you do on your charm?" Ron asked.
"Good. The professor said I'm the best in his class." Jack said with higher spirits.
Ron wiped his mouth and whispered something to Jack that made him laugh.
Brandon smiled at his wife to see that somebody was going to be there for Jack when his older brothers picked on him.
"Ron, you don't mind sharing a bedroom with your cousins, do you?" Erin asked.
"Not at all." Ron said.
Ron shared a big room with his cousins that had two sets of bunk beds.
"Do you want the bottom or top bunk?" Jack asked.
"It doesn't matter, where do you usually sleep?" Ron asked.
"The top." Jack said.
"Then I'll sleep on the bottom." Ron said.
The next day at school Ron found Jack being bullied by the McCormack brothers.
"I don't have any. My dad gets paid tomorrow, I'll give it to you then." Jack cried.
"No you won't." Ron said pulling the oldest McCormack boy away from Jack. "Why don't you go to class?" Ron asked gently.
"Thanks Ron." Jack said wiping his tears as he ran.
"Why do you have to scare all these younger kids? They never did anything to you." Ron said.
"What did I tell you about meddling in our business?" The oldest McCormack boy asked slamming Ron up against the wall.
"The same thing I'm going to tell you about touching me… Don't!" Ron said shoving the boy out of his face.
"Oh, you are so dead!"
The boy went to swing at Ron, but Ron ducked and the boy slammed his fist into the wall cursing with pain.
"What's going on here?" A professor asked.
Ron was long gone by then.
A couple of weeks past and Ron was still being hassled by the McCormack brothers. A few times he could be spotted with a black eye or a bloody nose. But Ron didn't think bullying was right, especially not when it came to people younger than him.
Ron was walking to another boring class when he was slammed up against the wall. "Get off of me, right now. I'm warning you!" Ron said loudly causing many heads in the hall to turn.
The McCormack brothers all took a few swings at Ron, but Ron ran off before they could do any real damage.
Later that day, Ron found the youngest brother who was alone in the corridor, but didn't plan on hitting him. That was until Ron was on the floor, the McCormack brother on top of him messing up his face. Ron rolled over and didn't fail to let any of the anger and rage that had built up inside of him ever since his Grandfather died out on the brother. The McCormack brother was screaming and crying in pain, and several professors pulled Ron away.
"Mr. Weasley, you have been kicked out of a school for fighting, we open our doors to you, and you've been fighting everyday." The Headmaster said.
"Why don't you look at who I've been fighting everyday with? Those McCormack kids are always beating younger kids up, one who happened to be my cousin. This has been happening long since before I came, ask Alan McLarnon or my cousin Jack, or any other third year. This is not my fault. I walk to a class; they slam me against a wall and start hitting me. I walk to another class and the younger brother decided to impress his older brothers by attacking me himself, only he isn't as bad as he thinks he is. He hit me, and I defended myself. I did nothing wrong." Ron said.
"Ron, this is the fourth time you've been suspended. You keep saying this isn't your fault, and-"
"It isn't my fault." Ron said standing up. "If I was wrong for saving a third year, or even Jack from getting bullied, then fine it's my fault. But when they attack me every time they see me that isn't my fault! I have to defend myself."
"You do not have to do anything!" Erin yelled.
"You aren't there aunt Erin, you can't tell me I can't do anything." Ron said.
"Yes I can! Ron, my sons are there too, and they don't fight!" Erin argued.
"Your sons are there too, and they're best friends with the McCormacks! Conor and Sean hate me, and they're the ones who told them to pick on Jack!" Ron yelled.
"Ron, I'm writing your mother." Erin said.
"Fine, don't forget to tell her what sweet little angels your boys Conor and Sean are." Ron said.
"Let's talk about Conor and Sean." Erin said.
"I already did." Ron said.
"You know ever since you came to our house, they've complained about things going missing in their room. Even Jack's been missing a few things, but he likes you too much to think that you would steal from him." Erin said.
"What?" Ron asked with disbelief. "I don't steal! I can't believe this crap! This is freaking ridiculous. I never stole anything in my life! My mum taught me better than that. Besides, I wouldn't need any of your boys' things!"
"Then why was all of the stuff in your trunk?" Erin asked.
"What?" Ron yelled running into the bedroom he shared with his cousins. His trunk was open all of his things blended in with personal items of his cousins. His cousins watches were in there, as well as other stuff, but Ron couldn't believe it. "I don't know. I never touched any of their crap. Why don't you ask them how it got in there, because I never touched their stuff?"
"You have no right accusing them of framing you. You're a thief, Ronald Weasley, and you're out of my home first thing tomorrow morning. I hope that Bridgeton School teaches you a thing or two. Boys, take what's yours from his trunk, and then go on to bed. Ronald, you pack, but in front of the boys so your hands don't slip any of their things in. I'm writing your mother." Erin said.
"I can't believe you did this." Ron said throwing out the stuff that wasn't his. "I didn't do this and you know it."
"Have fun in Bridgeton." Sean laughed as he left the room.
Ron lay awake in bed that night. Jack climbed down to the floor. "Ron, are you awake?" Jack whispered.
"Yes." Ron said.
"If you were sorry, you could stay." Jack whispered.
"I am sorry Jack. I'm sorry you have two assholes for brothers, and I'm sorry that I won't be here to protect you anymore because of them. Jack, I know you won't believe me, but I swear, I didn't take any of your things, and I didn't take any of your brothers things." Ron said.
"I believe you. I saw them Ron. They took the things and hid them, and this morning before we left they put them in your trunk." Jack said.
"Why didn't you say anything Jack? Because you didn't I can't stay here and protect you." Ron said.
"If I said anything, they'd only do something worse and blame it on you, and then when my mum kicked you out I'd get hurt for telling. I'm sorry Ron." Jack said.
"It's not your fault." Ron sighed.
"Goodnight Ron." Jack said.
Ron covered his face with his hands before muttering, "Goodbye Jack."
Author's Note: I don't like how this turned out; I think I rushed it a bit. Sorry. ~*Carey*~