Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Twelve
Crawling
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"Ron, wake up." A man's voice said from a distance.
Ron was in the middle of a good dream; he didn't want to get up. He was watching the Quidditch World Cup with his father, brothers, sister, and best friends in great seats. Charlie had just shoved his shoulder and pointed at the seekers who were diving after something gold, obviously the Snitch. Ron held his breath…
"AAAUURGH!" Ron yelled as a loud whistle woke him up. "What the?" Ron asked covering his ears as he sat up.
The sound stopped and Ron brought one of his hands to the front of his face to rub his eyes awake.
"Good morning Ron." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I'm still in this nightmare?" Ron asked laying back down, bringing the blanket over his head.
Ron heard the whistle sound again, but he had a feeling it was coming, that's why he covered his ears tightly with his hands and thought hard about Chess to try and block it out.
"Ron, get up." Headmaster Campbell said shaking Ron's shoulder roughly.
"Don't touch me." Ron said, but not making any attempt at getting up.
"Ron your breakfast is getting cold." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I don't care. I won't eat." Ron said. "Let me sleep!"
"I can't do that." Headmaster Campbell said.
Ron rolled over to look at the Headmaster with disbelief as he pulled the blanket down just a bit.
"Go away!" Ron said tiredly. Ron rolled back over and started to close his eyes.
Ron felt a weird feeling of sliding, before he tumbled to the ground. He looked at the Headmaster to the ground, who was lowering Ron's mattress back to its rightful place.
"Great, you're up! Now get dressed and come downstairs to eat, or must I dress you too?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
Ron stared at the Headmaster with disbelief. "I think I heard somebody hit something, why don't you go check?" Ron asked.
"Because everybody is downstairs." Headmaster Campbell said.
"So go and join them. I'm honestly not hurting anybody when I sleep." Ron said.
"You're not a morning person, are you?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
"Not at quarter of six in the morning, no!" Ron said standing up.
"Get dressed and come downstairs." Headmaster Campbell said.
"Fine." Ron said getting his clean uniform from the closet and walking into the bathroom.
Ron dressed and heard the Headmaster leave. He looked into the mirror. His hair hadn't magically grown back in his sleep. His eyes were tired, and Ron had to rinse his eyes a few time to get the red out. He was probably the only person in the school with freckles, and so many at that. He didn't want to go downstairs. He didn't want to be laughed at, and if his breakfast was cold there was no point in going downstairs. He sat down against the bathroom door and locked it. It was only a matter of time before the Headmaster came back up.
Sure enough, not even a half an hour had past and the Headmaster came into Ron's room.
"Ron?" Headmaster Campbell asked. "Ron? Are you still in there?"
Ron rolled his eyes, where else would he be? Then it hit him; maybe the school wasn't so secure after all. Ron got up quietly, while the Headmaster jiggled the doorknob. Ron stood on the sink and pushed up the ceiling tile. There was room for Ron to crawl. Ron smiled to himself. He pulled himself up quickly and quietly and replaced the tile, before the Headmaster had pulled out the right key.
Ron had crawled not even five minutes before he heard a siren go off. He heard voices below him. "I want a complete lockdown. Keep all of the students in the dining room. I need to search each room."
Ron held his breath but then continued to crawl. He wondered how far the crawl space went, and he wondered if there was a way on to the roof.
As if an answer to his prayers, there was a small trapdoor just a bit ahead. Ron pushed it open and felt the cold air come in. Ron pulled his upper body out of the crawlspace, looking around to be sure that nobody was around. He went to kick his legs up, but kicked the tile, and his foot cut through the tile. Had anybody walked in they would've seen Ron's ankle hanging from the ceiling.
Ron pulled his foot out of the tile and outside on to the roof. He ran as quickly as he could to the edge. Ron looked down. There was the cement wall surrounding the whole mansion, as well as the metal gate. Ron walked across the roof. He ran as fast as he could and jumped over the cement wall and the fence, falling two stories into the next yard.
There was a beeping sound coming from the school. Had they known he was off the property? He didn't want to find out. He ran as quickly as he could, which was actually incredibly fast, and he had covered a good distance before he looked back. He looked in front of him, and down at the ground, and what he saw made him stop.
Flashing bright red was the bottom of his shoe. Ron's shoes had tracers in them! Ron cursed out of frustration but removed his shoes nevertheless. He threw them as far as he could in the opposite direction, and kept running.
Just as Ron started to slow down, Ron felt something grab him, and he was wrestled to the ground.
"What in the Hell?" Ron yelled. He looked back. Two big men that he had never seen before, but whom were wearing the school uniforms, were grabbing him by his hands and ankles and carrying him back towards the school.
"Get off of me!" Ron yelled wriggling in their grip.
"Stay still!" One of them ordered.
"Hell no!" Ron yelled trying to get out of their grip.
The two men lowered Ron to the ground and one of the men actually held him down by putting his knee on Ron's back, while the other took out his wand. The wizard muttered an incantation and suddenly jolts of pain ran through Ron's body.
"Ow! Stop!" Ron yelled trying to reach his back, but the other man had his hands in his grip.
The two men lifted him up again, while Ron yelled. They walked the whole way back. The castle gates opened for them, and the one man rang the doorbell.
The Headmaster looking upset and concerned unlocked the doors quickly, locking them again once the men were inside with Ron. They carried Ron upstairs and the Headmaster unlocked a door on the end of the hallway. It was a cement room; all four walls and the ceiling were made of cement bricks the floor however was carpeted. The room was completely white. The men dropped Ron on the floor and magically bound Ron's hands to his feet behind his back.
"Ron, because of your stunt today, you'll be in Solitary Confinement for twenty-four hours to think about what you've done." Headmaster Campbell said shutting the door.
"Oh, please don't lock me in the dark! I might go back to sleep!" Ron cried sarcastically rolling his eyes at the fact they had locked him in the dark room. This is exactly what he had wanted to begin with: sleep.
Ron fell asleep uncomfortably but quickly enough. He drifted in and out of sleep, when he was awake he just rested and thought about better times. This wasn't a punishment at all. It was just quiet, dark, and everything Ron wanted for his exhaustion.
Finally, the door opened, but Ron was half asleep, so he didn't bother to get up, not that he could anyway, he was magically bound and had previously fallen into a position where he couldn't get up.
"Time's up." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I don't care." Ron said sleepily.
Headmaster Campbell muttered an incantation and freed Ron of his magical bounds.
"All right, get up. Let's go. Breakfast is waiting. I'm sure you're hungry, you haven't had anything since you came here." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I'm fine here, thanks." Ron said.
"Ron, get up now and follow me downstairs or do I have to pull you by your ears?" Headmaster Campbell asked.
"This is pointless." Ron said getting up and leaving his solitary confinement. He was wincing from the light, but didn't bother to rub his eyes awake.
He dragged his feet down the hallway and down the stairs into the dining room. There were now five long tables. There were about fifteen kids at each table with teachers on the ends. The tables ranged in age order. There was an empty seat at the fourth table from the left, which had kids his age and older. He sat down in an empty seat towards the end of the table where Headmaster Campbell had guided him.
Ron sat at the table not looking up at anybody around him.
"Ron, your breakfast is getting cold." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I'm not hungry." Ron yawned.
"You will be later. Eat." Headmaster Campbell said.
"No." Ron said defiantly.
"You won't leave this table until you eat." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I guess I'll just have to get comfortable then." Ron said.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" A kid across the table from him asked dangerously.
"Not you, mind your own bloody business." Ron said.
"Ron, don't start." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I didn't start anything. Damn, I'm sitting here all quiet, and you're bugging me, and this nosy git started with me, and I get yelled at. That's real fair." Ron said tiredly rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"What did you call me?" The kid across from Ron asked.
"I called you a nosy git, are you deaf or do you just have trouble comprehending more than one word at a time?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Headmaster Campbell said sharply.
"Don't talk to me." Ron said.
BAM! Ron tumbled backwards as the boy across the table jumped over the table tackling him to the ground, bringing his chair with him.
SMACK! Ron blinked. The boy had just punched him hard in the mouth, but Ron had been hurt ten times worse, the pain didn't bother him, but he was now enraged with this kid for daring to hit him.
Ron took his watch off and gripped it in his fist. He stopped the kid from hitting him again with his left hand. He pushed the kid's fingers back until they broke and the kid screamed in pain. Ron then started punching the kid in the face, and after the first punch, there was no stopping him. His fist just was like a magnet to the kid's face, and he only stopped, when three Professors picked him up in the air. Ron kicked the one in the face, and they immediately let go. He went after the one Professor with his fist, and just ran backwards into the wall to get the third Professor off of him. He then went after the kid, but the two guys who had grabbed him when he escaped the day before grabbed him. Miraculously, Ron's strength got them away from him too!
"Petrificus Totalus!" Headmaster Campbell yelled pointing his wand at Ron. Ron fell backwards.
"YOU FUCKER!" Ron yelled angrily. "SET ME THE FUCK LOOSE RIGHT NOW!"
"No, Ron! This kind of behavior is unacceptable and not tolerated here!" Headmaster Campbell yelled.
"THEN KICK ME THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T LET ME LOOSE I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Ron yelled angrily. He was already dark red turning purple from anger, and he could feel the heat coming from his face.
"You have that wrong Ron, if I don't free you from that body bind, then you can't do anything but yell." Headmaster Campbell said much more calmly.
"KICK ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!" Ron yelled.
"So I've heard." Headmaster Campbell said.
"THEN KICK ME OUT!" Ron yelled.
"You want out Ron? Earn your way out. But for every time you act like this or the way you behaved yesterday, you add a week to your date of freedom. You were only supposed to be here for a year, your now here for a year and two weeks. You may not care now, but in the long run, when you decide to act your own age, you'll regret it. And Ron, you can earn the rest of your school days here. You can act this way until you're eighteen, and then we'll let you go, but you won't have completed a wizard's education, nobody from the Ministry of Magic will hire you, and you'll never be allowed to do magic legally, because if you stay the way you are now, you'll be considered a danger to society." Headmaster Campbell said.
"I DON'T CARE!" Ron said through gritted teeth.
"All right. We'll see how you feel about that later." Headmaster Campbell said.
The two huge guys who had caught him yesterday carried Ron up the stairs and into solitary confinement.
"Thank you, I wanted to be here anyway." Ron spat.
The door shut and everything was dark. As much as Ron wanted to, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't calm down to sleep. He was so angry, and he just wanted to get all of it out. Thoughts ran through his mind.
What wouldn't he give to be in the States right now? He'd at least have some beer and weed to make everything go away. And what would it cost him? Only his life if he was stupid like the last time. But Ron thought death would be better than this place. But that was out of the picture.
Everything seemed out of the picture. But Ron reckoned he'd rather be at his aunt Erin's house than here. At least Jack admired him. Nobody had ever admired Ron before, and then Ron could protect Jack. So what if he was younger, he had been nicer than his cousins his own age. Ron wondered if there was some kind of rule that he was unaware about, because his cousins his age and older, and the kids here all seemed to think if you were older you had to bully somebody, but Ron wasn't a bully. He was a victim of bullies.
Ron missed Hogwarts terribly. Thinking of Jack's safety made him wonder about his own sister's. How was she doing without him? Who was there to protect her? Fred and George. But they might not always remember to watch after her, or take the job as seriously as Ron had. But that was because they weren't Ron. And what Ron missed most of all were his friends. Harry and Hermione. Ron remembered all the sneaking around and adventures they had together, and it always made a difference somehow.
Ron also missed Cork. The teachers there were nice, and they seemed to care more than most teachers, and he missed Cian. Cian and him had fun times sneaking out of school for girls and drinks, but it wasn't anything adventurous. Still, if he couldn't be at Hogwarts, he'd want to at least be at Cork. Maybe he wanted to be at Cork more than he wanted to be at Hogwarts. Anywhere was better than here.
A nasty pain came to Ron's throat and tears came to Ron's eyes. What Ron missed most, more than anything or anybody in the world was his Grandfather. The one person who had always cared about him throughout everything, had died, and Ron was left with nothing else to think about. Ron tried thinking about Chess, but every chess strategy he thought of showed the pieces clearly, his Grandfather's pieces, which he had given to him. His Grandfather had always let Ron win. Ron was sure Grandfather could've won, but he didn't, and Ron always appreciated this. Ron always appreciated anything his Grandfather had done. It killed him to think that he wasn't around anymore. His Grandfather was gone. The only person who would actually care that he was in such a terrible situation wasn't here to help him. Ron couldn't help but cry. He lay face down on the ground in a full body bind, he couldn't wipe his tears away. He could only lie down, thinking back to weekends with the people he missed more than anything in the world.
"Grandpa, do you know what dad would like for Christmas?" Ron asked hopefully.
"I know if I was your dad, I'd want a big hug and want of those great cards that you make!" Grandfather said chuckling at his seven-year-old grandson.
"That's what Grandma said, but I want to give him something extra special this year, so he'll like me again." Ron said.
"Your daddy loves you! Why on earth would you think differently?" Grandfather asked with concern.
"That's what Grandma said too, but I know daddy doesn't like me. He's always yelling at me, almost as much as mum does, and he doesn't yell at anybody, not even Fred or George. So I want to get him something he'll like. And I got a few knuts saved now. I got my allowance, and I de-gnomed the gardens and got extra for that, and Fred and George gave me extra, because I cleaned their room. Only they don't know that all I did was throw everything in their closet or under the beds, but they don't care, because mum wasn't yelling at them about cleaning it anymore." Ron said.
"Why does your daddy yell at you?" Grandfather asked.
"Because I always mess up stuff. The other day he said I broke something in his shed, but I never went in his shed. I know better!" Ron insisted. "And then he called me a liar, but I wasn't lying, and then he said one day my mouth's going to get me into big trouble."
"The day your mouth gets you into trouble, I'll be there to get you out of it, because there's nothing wrong with the words that come out of your mouth. And trust me, because you're so honest, that mouth can only lead you right." Grandfather said.
"I wish I could live with you forever Grandpa." Ron said. "But maybe only the weekends is good, because I wouldn't want you to stop liking me."
"Ronald Weasley, I will never not love you, and I will always be here for you, no matter what. And I'd let you live here forever, but your mummy and daddy would miss you terribly." Grandfather said.
"No they wouldn't." Ron cried in his sleep remembering that day like it was only yesterday. "They don't miss me now, and they don't care about me at all. Grandpa, you lied to me. You said you'd always be here for me, but now my mouth got me in trouble, why aren't you here? This isn't fair! Nothing's ever fair!"