A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see. Sorry I've not updated in so long, I've just been taking a break. Then I realized how which I missed HP and writing so I'm Back. Its short but enjoy!
Chapter 11: Poor Ron
"Pass the butter please...thanks."
"...Can I have the jam..."
"George, pass me the oatmeal..."
Breakfast continued in about the same fashion until Mrs. Weasley decided it was her duty to make some conversation. "So, boys. What do you want to do today? Its your first day of summer holiday Ginny." There was then a loud clang as Ginny slammed her fork on her plate. "What is it dear?"
"Don't you understand, Mum? This isn't summer holiday! It's the end. They're not going back. I'm not going back!"
"Ginny please try to contain yourself." She snapped. "Now, why don't you go outside? It's a lovely day out. Practice Quidditch or something. Yes, that will take your mind off of things." She said this almost as if she was trying to convince herself. "Just leave your dishes where they are. Scoot! You need some fresh air." Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and Ginny all left their half eaten breakfasts and obediently went outside. Ron pulled open the doors to the old shed. He disappeared inside and came out holding three very old broomsticks.
//Oh no! My broomstick// Harry suddenly remembered as he saw the brooms: His broom! All of his things: gone. Invisibility cloak: gone. Photo albums: Gone.
Ron also apparently noticed, "This is all we have. I guess we'll have to take turns." Fred, Ron and Ginny went first. Ron and Ginny tossed the Quaffle back and forth halfheartedly while Fred tried to get it from them. Then Fred and Ginny Rotated out while Ron and George defended against Harry. It was a terrible old broom that he couldn't steer properly to save his own skin. He was not sure what was worse, playing or sitting out. At least when he was playing he didn't have to think about, well, the very things he did not want to think about. Harry and Ron then had their turn to sit out together. As soon as the others had flown high enough that they were out of hearing distance Harry hissed to Ron. "What the hell are we gonna do?'
"I don't know."
"We can't just sit here. You said it yourself. We have to do something. Anything!"
"And what exactly are we gonna do? We're a hundred miles away from there!"
"I dun't know. We should get help! Ron!"
"Harry! Please just Shut it." His head dropped into his hands. "You can't save everyone all the time. Come on." Ron got up as his watch alarm sounded noon. All five of them trudged inside without another word. Mrs. Weasley was waiting inside for them with a tray of sandwiches and juice. They all ate very quickly and then went their separate ways. Ron disappeared into his bedroom, Ginny into the Garden and Fred and George into the Attic. Harry, not sure what to do with himself, went into the deserted family room.
The room was stuffy and dim. The walls were covered with bookshelves, which held many very tattered, secondhand books. On the coffee table in the middle of the room there was a large box. Inside there was a massive tangle of plugs, which he supposed, belonged to Mr. Weasley. There was also on the table a light bulb, parts of a television, and a computer keyboard with a magnifying glass on top of it. Harry decided to go for the books. They were mostly Molly's cook books, but he found a small section that was slightly interesting. It held a variety of books from Household Magical Creatures to Garden Knomes: How to Deal. Harry picked up The Words Most Dangerous Magical Beasts and thought of Hagrid. He spent the afternoon flipping through the pages until Ginny came in.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hi"
"Dad's boss is taking us out to dinner. He want's to talk with all of us and he and Dad are sealing a deal. He and Mum already left. They said were supposed to get cleaned up and meet them at the restaurant."
"Ok"
"Mum layed out some clean clothes for you." She then left the room. Harry put the book away on the shelf and went upstairs. He met Ginny in the hall outside Ron's room "Ya ready?"
"Yeah." He said and smiled at her. The went downstairs together and into the kitchen. In the next room they spotted a tuft of red sticking out from above the couch.
"Ron? Ron! What are you doing? You're a mess. We're supposed to be at the restaurant." Ron was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when they practiced that morning and his hair was sticking out at odd angles. There were streaks on his face in his hands was a folded up photograph. "Ron get up! We have to go."
"Tell them I can't make it." He mumbled
"Let 'im be, Gin." Harry put his arm around he shoulder and pulled her out the door leaving Ron alone.
Chapter 11: Poor Ron
"Pass the butter please...thanks."
"...Can I have the jam..."
"George, pass me the oatmeal..."
Breakfast continued in about the same fashion until Mrs. Weasley decided it was her duty to make some conversation. "So, boys. What do you want to do today? Its your first day of summer holiday Ginny." There was then a loud clang as Ginny slammed her fork on her plate. "What is it dear?"
"Don't you understand, Mum? This isn't summer holiday! It's the end. They're not going back. I'm not going back!"
"Ginny please try to contain yourself." She snapped. "Now, why don't you go outside? It's a lovely day out. Practice Quidditch or something. Yes, that will take your mind off of things." She said this almost as if she was trying to convince herself. "Just leave your dishes where they are. Scoot! You need some fresh air." Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and Ginny all left their half eaten breakfasts and obediently went outside. Ron pulled open the doors to the old shed. He disappeared inside and came out holding three very old broomsticks.
//Oh no! My broomstick// Harry suddenly remembered as he saw the brooms: His broom! All of his things: gone. Invisibility cloak: gone. Photo albums: Gone.
Ron also apparently noticed, "This is all we have. I guess we'll have to take turns." Fred, Ron and Ginny went first. Ron and Ginny tossed the Quaffle back and forth halfheartedly while Fred tried to get it from them. Then Fred and Ginny Rotated out while Ron and George defended against Harry. It was a terrible old broom that he couldn't steer properly to save his own skin. He was not sure what was worse, playing or sitting out. At least when he was playing he didn't have to think about, well, the very things he did not want to think about. Harry and Ron then had their turn to sit out together. As soon as the others had flown high enough that they were out of hearing distance Harry hissed to Ron. "What the hell are we gonna do?'
"I don't know."
"We can't just sit here. You said it yourself. We have to do something. Anything!"
"And what exactly are we gonna do? We're a hundred miles away from there!"
"I dun't know. We should get help! Ron!"
"Harry! Please just Shut it." His head dropped into his hands. "You can't save everyone all the time. Come on." Ron got up as his watch alarm sounded noon. All five of them trudged inside without another word. Mrs. Weasley was waiting inside for them with a tray of sandwiches and juice. They all ate very quickly and then went their separate ways. Ron disappeared into his bedroom, Ginny into the Garden and Fred and George into the Attic. Harry, not sure what to do with himself, went into the deserted family room.
The room was stuffy and dim. The walls were covered with bookshelves, which held many very tattered, secondhand books. On the coffee table in the middle of the room there was a large box. Inside there was a massive tangle of plugs, which he supposed, belonged to Mr. Weasley. There was also on the table a light bulb, parts of a television, and a computer keyboard with a magnifying glass on top of it. Harry decided to go for the books. They were mostly Molly's cook books, but he found a small section that was slightly interesting. It held a variety of books from Household Magical Creatures to Garden Knomes: How to Deal. Harry picked up The Words Most Dangerous Magical Beasts and thought of Hagrid. He spent the afternoon flipping through the pages until Ginny came in.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hi"
"Dad's boss is taking us out to dinner. He want's to talk with all of us and he and Dad are sealing a deal. He and Mum already left. They said were supposed to get cleaned up and meet them at the restaurant."
"Ok"
"Mum layed out some clean clothes for you." She then left the room. Harry put the book away on the shelf and went upstairs. He met Ginny in the hall outside Ron's room "Ya ready?"
"Yeah." He said and smiled at her. The went downstairs together and into the kitchen. In the next room they spotted a tuft of red sticking out from above the couch.
"Ron? Ron! What are you doing? You're a mess. We're supposed to be at the restaurant." Ron was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when they practiced that morning and his hair was sticking out at odd angles. There were streaks on his face in his hands was a folded up photograph. "Ron get up! We have to go."
"Tell them I can't make it." He mumbled
"Let 'im be, Gin." Harry put his arm around he shoulder and pulled her out the door leaving Ron alone.