Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Ten
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Author's Note: This is fan fiction, a story idea from the brain that's mine entangled with J.K. Rowling's world and characters. I'm writing this for me, and posting it on Fanfiction.net so I have it saved. I'm not trying to impress anybody I'm just writing and saving that's all. Don't flame me if y'all don't like it, but if somebody should happen to enjoy it, please feel free but not obligated to leave a review. ~*Carey*~
Thank You: I would like to thank Juicy Blueberry Baby, Nugristiel08lg, and Karlei Shaynner for your reviews! The keywords in the Ron + Becky situation is: was. I decided not to let him get too involved, because I wanted him home. I didn't like the last chapter, because I wanted to put so much more in it, and I just couldn't, and it was really rushed, but I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far, and I hope this wasn't too long of a wait for you. Thanks again, your reviews encourage me to write more, and hopefully better!
Mrs. Weasley wasn't looking at the sweater she was knitting for her son, Ron. She knew what she was doing; she had been knitting sweaters for years, and she could use her wand to make them if she wanted to, but she chose to make his sweater the muggle way. This way it would keep her busy, and she didn't have to leave the living room. All she could do was watch the hand on the clock with Ron's face on it. Wherever Ron was, he was probably cold, and she feared he might be sick as well. Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but think the worst had been happening to her youngest son. Nobody knew where he was, not even her sister-in-law. If Ron weren't hurt or dead, Mrs. Weasley would kill him for making her worry so much.
Percy apparated downstairs. As much as he worried about his brother, he couldn't help but feel angry towards him for making their mother so upset. Percy looked up at the clock. The hand with Ron's smiling face on it was pointing towards traveling. Percy didn't get his hopes up though. Ron often traveled before he was lost or in mortal peril. Percy couldn't look at the clock anymore; he didn't want to know that his brother was in mortal peril.
A hand landed reassuringly on Percy's shoulder. Bill was awake, which meant Charlie had stayed up all night trying to get his mother to go to sleep. Both Bill and Charlie were home, and it was a wonder that they weren't fired, but Charlie had said that his friends were covering for him, and as they needed all the help they could get when trying to control dragons, they couldn't afford to fire anybody, especially not Charlie. Bill had simply said there was a family emergency, and he couldn't be sure when he'd be back, but as Bill was one of the best curse breakers and brought back plenty of gold, they wouldn't fire him either.
Percy looked behind him at his oldest brother and saw that he too couldn't help but watch the clock. Percy had to break the silence somehow.
"Mum, can I make you a cup of tea?" Percy offered.
Tears came to Mrs. Weasley's eyes as she looked from the clock to Percy. She quickly wiped them away, not wanting her sons to see her so weak. She sniffed as if she had a cold, and while the boys knew very well that she was upset, they acted as if they hadn't noticed.
"No, thank you sweetheart. I'm sorry, I was just thinking. I'll start breakfast." Molly said. She walked into the kitchen and they could hear their mother putting a pan on the stove.
Bill finally looked away from the clock, and he followed Percy into the kitchen where they both got out dishes and silverware for themselves and their mother.
Mr. Weasley wasn't expected home. He wasn't supposed to have worked last night, but he did anyway, and it was clear why, it was because he was talking to aurors and hit wizards, because they too were trying to help find Ron.
"Get a plate out for Charlie, he'll sleep through anything, but if he smells mum's cooking he'll wake up quick enough." Bill said grinning at Percy.
Sure enough, not even a quarter of an hour had past when Charlie was downstairs rubbing his eyes awake with a smile on his face.
"Breakfast smells delicious!" Charlie says sitting in front of an empty plate.
Bill shook his head with amusement.
Mrs. Weasley, and her three oldest sons were eating at the breakfast table when somebody apparated outside and entered the house rather quickly.
"Arthur, what's wrong?" Molly asked anxiously. Mrs. Weasley never saw her husband in such a rush.
"Where is he?" Arthur asked looking around.
"Who?" Bill asked.
"Arthur, sit down, I'll get you a plate of breakfast and a cup of tea." Molly said.
Mr. Weasley didn't seem to hear her as he strode quickly into the living room to look at the clock.
Percy excused himself from the table and followed his father into the living room. He gasped. The hand with Ron's face on it was moving away from traveling and towards… home!
BAM! There was a loud sound of something crashing outside of the burrow. Mr. Weasley ran outside with Percy just behind him to see the Knight Bus parked in front of the burrow.
The doors of the bus opened, and Ron was on his way off of the bus with Stan Shunpike helping him lower his trunk to the ground. Ron was turning towards the house when the Knight Bus left with another loud bang.
Ron was about to walk towards the burrow, but froze. His father was outside waiting for him. There was a lot of disappointment in Mr. Weasley's eyes, and Ron knew that his father was ashamed of him. Ron looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment and guilt, as he dragged his trunk towards the burrow.
Mr. Weasley didn't stop Ron as he passed him. He didn't say anything and he didn't bother to help him with his trunk.
Ron could see Percy debating whether to help him or ignore him like his father had.
Percy took Ron's trunk from Ron and patted his brother on the back. "Welcome home." Percy said and guided Ron inside.
Mr. Weasley didn't follow them in; instead he apparated, and Ron figured he was probably going back to work.
When Ron and Percy entered the house, they found their older brothers and their mother in a state of confusion and anxiety.
Mrs. Weasley saw Ron and got up from the table as a fresh wave of tears came to her eyes. She made her way over to Ron and hugged him even tighter than her husband had.
She pulled away from him and held his face in her hands so she could look at him. Her hand gently brushed his bruised face.
"What happened to you? Are you all right? Can I get you anything? Would you like some tea, or some breakfast?" Molly asked pushing Ron gently into a chair so he could sit down. She poured Ron a cup of tea, without waiting for a response from Ron.
Ron just shook his head, which ached terribly.
"Are you all right?" Percy asked with concern.
All three brothers were watching him with concern.
Ron nodded.
"I'm so glad you're home." Molly cried hugging Ron from behind. "You had me so worried! I'd yell at you, but it looks like you're actions punished you more than enough."
Ron shrugged and sipped his tea shakily.
"Percy, where's your father?" Molly asked.
"I think he went back to work." Percy said.
"Ron, when you get a chance later, I want you to write your sister and brothers. They've been worried about you too. I have a box of letters, one for every day you didn't write to them." Molly said showing Ron a box overfilled with parchment.
Ron nodded in response.
"Ron, how does a game of chess sound?" Bill asked.
Ron shook his head and continued to drink his tea.
"Sounds like he's scared. I don't reckon he's had a game of chess, since he left Hogwarts." Charlie said.
Ron rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
"Do you want some breakfast, sweetheart?" Molly asked.
"Please." Ron said.
Mrs. Weasley put a plate with eggs and bacon on it down in front of Ron.
"Thank you." Ron said softly.
"Your welcome sweetheart." Molly said. Mrs. Weasley had never recalled Ron thanking her for making his breakfast. She never asked to be thanked either, she always took their gratitude for granted, but hearing her youngest son thank her for breakfast made her wonder how long it had been since anybody had done something nice for him, and how long it had been since Ron had had a homemade breakfast.
There was a pop outside, and Mr. Weasley had apparated home again. He entered the house with a lot of paperwork in his hands.
"Molly, dear, I need to speak with you in the living room." Arthur said meaningfully.
"Can't it wait? Ron just got home." Molly said.
"He'll still be here in an hour." Arthur promised and left for the living room.
"I'll be in the living room if you need anything." Molly said rubbing her son's back.
"We'll take care of him for the five minutes you're in the next room." Charlie said sarcastically.
Ron watched as his mother left, and he didn't eat so that he would hear his parents talking.
"Are you all right, Ron?" Bill asked.
Ron nodded.
"You're not eating, you're not going to be sick, are you?" Charlie asked.
Ron shook his head and listened hard.
"Arthur, he just got home. I don't think its necessary for us to send him there." Molly said. "Did you see the bruises on his face? He's been punished enough for everything."
"I signed the papers. People will be here first thing in the morning to pick him up." Arthur said.
"You didn't talk this over with me! I won't allow them to take him. He is my son too!" Molly said angrily.
"Molly, please listen to me, and after I'm finished explaining, you can decide or say whatever it is you need to say, but I need you to listen to me and not interrupt until I am finished." Arthur said. Molly closed her mouth. "I've not been the best father to my children, with always working, but I know this decision is right. He just got home, but he just got home after running away. You're rewarding him and showing him that it's all right to runaway and worry you, rather than punish him for his actions. Do you remember how upset you were? I have been working eighteen hours a day! The few hours I come home to sleep, you weren't in bed. You stayed on this couch and cried as you watched the clock. It was wrong of Ron to put you in that position! It was wrong of Ron to make you so upset! And we don't have a choice but to send Ron to Bridgeton. Where else would we send him? He's been a bad influence on his cousin Josh, because both of them ran away, it wasn't just Ron. And I know I've said Josh is a handful as well, but with Ron's history, who wouldn't believe Ron influenced Josh to runaway with him. All of my brothers and sisters have children, and they won't want Ron influencing them. None of my brothers and sisters will take him now. And the fact that Erin's boys' stuff was found in Ron's trunk doesn't help either! I didn't want to mention this, but I have to. It's not only because we have nowhere else to send him. It's because he needs to change. Molly, he and Joshua joined a muggle gang when Ron was in America. Ron has those bruises, because he had drugs on him. Drugs aren't only illegal, but they're dangerous, and Elizabeth isn't sure, but she has a feeling that Ron may have tried a few drugs, and when Josh called her to come get them, Ron was in a muggle hospital, and the doctors said that Ron had been drinking. Elizabeth found out from Josh, that Ron and he drank a lot. And as you can see he's fought a lot, and I just think that maybe Bridgeton will straighten him out. Molly, I want him to be good again."
Ron put his head down on his hand.
Mrs. Weasley came back into the kitchen with her husband behind her.
"Ron, hurry up and finish your breakfast. You need to change and get cleaned up. We're going to St. Mungo's to see that you're all right, and then we'll be bringing you to Bridgeton." Mrs. Weasley said.
Ron threw down his fork against his plate and stood up.
"I'm clean now." Ron said standing up.
"Go change then." Molly said.
"These clothes are clean." Ron said.
"Ron, go change your clothes." Arthur said dangerously.
"No, I'm not changing. You're sending me to Bridgeton, at least let me wear what I want." Ron said.
"Fine," Molly said. She followed Ron into the living room.
Mrs. Weasley handed Ron the jar of Floo powder. He took a pinch, stepped into the fire and cried 'St. Mungo's' before vanishing into the flames.