Disclaimer: J.K. Rowelling said she wouldn't share Ron with me so, pretty much nothing is mine!
We were walking around Diagon Alley, when I asked my mom, "So, do you like Harry?"
My mom was taken back for the shock and asked, "Why are you asking that?"
"Well, you know, since I won't be around during the school year, you will have some free time for a social life," I told her. Then I added, "So, with that time you could spend it with Harry."
My mom just shook her head and gave me a look, "My social life isn't so bad that my daughter needs to set me up. And besides, Harry's a wizards, I'm just a muggle."
I noticed some bitterness about the part of my mom being just a muggle, but I didn't ask her about, she would just give me some vague answer.
"So, where do you want to go now?" my mother asked, changing the subject.
"Oh," I said remembering something, "I saw a joke shop on the way here; can we go there?"
My mother nodded but said, "You can only buy joke candy."
"Why?" I asked.
"That way I won't eat it," my mom told me.
We found our way to the shop I had saw earlier. It was called, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. My mom didn't bother to read the name of the store; if she had, she would've stopped me.
I ran in, very excited, and my mom said, "Watch out for breakable expensive stuff."
I was walking down the aisle and I failed to notice a woman with graying, fiery red hair standing in front of the counter giving a pair of twins, with the same fiery red hair, their lunches. My mom didn't notice them at first, but she soon did.
My mom had been looking at this quill and was going up to ask what it did, when she noticed them.
"Fred, I brought you tuna, and George I brought you roast beef," the older woman said.
"Thanks mum," said the boy with the nametag Fred.
My mom recognized him to be George, not Fred. She knew he was George because George had a dimple in his face when he was deceiving someone, and Fred didn't have that dimple. My mom saw the dimple and slowly started to back away from the three red heads. Unfortunately, my mom bumped into a self, knocking over a couple bags of candy.
They all looked at her, and she said, as she was picking up the bags, "Sorry, don't worry, nothing broke."
My mom stood up and was about to walk away when the older woman asked, "Do I know you?"
My mom turned around with look of distaste and said, "Yes, Mrs. Weasley, you do know me."
Mrs. Weasley recognized my mother's face and said, "How dare you come back here."
George who had been pretending to be Fred, jumped from behind the counter, and ran up to my mom and gave her a great big hug.
"Kerri," he exclaimed as he was squeezing the life out my mom.
"Hi George," my mom said gasping for breath.
"How did you know I wasn't Fred?" George asked, releasing my mom from his hold.
"It's my secret," Kerri told him.
"George, how many times must I yell out you for pulling the switch," Mrs. Weasley said. Everyone knew what the switch was, having two troublemakers who also were identical twins, always lead them to switching identities.
"Shows how much attention you pay to us, you saw us last night, and you couldn't tell, but Kerri who hasn't seen us for like 10 years could," the real Fred said.
"Well, I want to know what she's doing here," Mrs. Weasley said. "Trying to cause more trouble, I supposed."
"Yeah, Molly," my mom said, losing her temper. "I came all the way from America just to cause trouble for you."
"After you left Ron, he was devastated," Mrs. Weasley told my mom.
"Is your precious Ronikiens trying to make me sound like the bad guy?" my mom asked, in shock. Then she added, with her voice rising, "He knows what happen, and he knows it was his damn fault."
"How dare you say that you, you" Mrs. Weasley said.
"You what?" my mom asked, now yelling. "American muggle? Is that what you wanted to say? I was just the American muggle who never was good enough for your son!"
I had come in the conversation when I hear my mom yelling. She was red in the face, and looked ready to punch the older woman. I had never seen her this mad before, and I had once knocked a hole in the wall. I noticed the three people who all had fiery red hair, just like mine. I felt my heart leap with hope; maybe they knew whom my dad was.
I noticed my mom started to vent, and I asked, "Mom?"
The four adults stared at me, the twins looked at me with a mixture of surprise and happiness. The older woman looked at me with pure horror, while my mom's face softened.
My mom walked over and grabbed my hand and said kindly, "Come on Krystal, we have to go."
I followed my mom and put down the joke candy I was looking at. As we reached outside, I asked, "Mom who was that?"
"I'll explain at the room," my mom told me.
However we only got a few footsteps in till I heard someone yell out, "Kerri!"
I turned around and saw one of the twins chasing after us. My mom tugged on my hand, and I said, "Wait, someone is calling for you."
"Just ignore him," my mom said, but the twin caught up.
"Kerri, who is this?" he asked, staring at me.
"She's my daughter, George," my mom told him.
"My god, she looks so much like a Weasley," George said. Then he asked me, "Do you know who I am?"
"No," I said shaking my head. Then I asked him, "Do you know who my father is?"
My mom bent down and said, "Krystal, your father was Ronald Weasley. He is a wizard, and I haven't seen him for more then 11 years ago."
She reached in her purse and pulled out a picture of a lanky, tall skinny redheaded teenager, sitting with a teenage version of my mom. She handed it to me and said, "This was the only picture that I didn't destroy of him."
I looked at the picture and to my surprise the two figures were laughing and smiling together, and were waving at the picture. I looked at my mom, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"Cause, I'm an idiot, and selfish. I didn't want to bring him up," my mom told me.
I looked away from her and asked George, "Who are you?"
"I'm your uncle George," he told her with a smile.
"A real uncle?" I asked. "Not a granduncle?"
"A real uncle, I was your father's older brother," he told me.
"Well, Uncle Georgie, is there anything else I should know about my dad's family?" I asked.
"You've got a lot of relatives on your dad side," he told me. Then he asked, "How would you feel if you come with me for the rest of afternoon, and I introduce you to my twin, and maybe your aunt if she can come?"
My eyes lit up, and all I could do was nodded in agreement. I felt like my excitement was going to burst out.
George looked at my mom and said, "Of course you can only come if your mum says it is alright."
"Can I mom?" I asked eagerly.
"Okay," my mom said. Then she whispered to George, "Try and make sure no one tells Ron about her, I want to tell Ron myself."
George nodded, and asked me, "Your name is Krystal, right?"
I nodded, and he said, "Well, first I need to take back to my joke store, and show you the art of pranking, okay?"
"That sounds great, Uncle Georgie!" I said. Then I bid goodbye to my mom, and went off with George.
George took me back to his shop, and I met my other Uncle Fred. He was the spitting image of George, and I had no clue how to tell them apart, except by what they were wearing. They were really funny, and nice. They told me stories about how they raised hell in Hogwarts, and then they started giving me helpful hints. They also gave me some things that would come in handy for being a troublemaker, for free, and they called it the Weasley discount.
They tried to get my Aunt Ginny to come and met me without telling her she had niece. However, she had too much work to do. But, that didn't stop them from telling me all about her, and the rest of the Weasley family.
It was getting dark so George was taken me back to the room. As we were walking back George asked, "How would you and your mom like to come to a Weasley dinner, this Saturday?"
"I would love that!!" I said in response. Then I frowned and said, "I'm not sure about my mom though."
"Don't worry," George reassured me. "I'll work on her, you need to meet the Weasleys."
My mom had gone back to the room and helped packed all my school supplies, in a trunk. Then she read parts of her book, and went down into the lobby.
She sat in a corner with a coffee, and was just thinking. She remembered how about how little I was when I was baby. How scared she was when I got my first cut, and how scared she was when I started school. How my grandparents adore me and how determined she was to go to college, even though she had two year old.
Soon my mother was in tears. Her little girl was going to go away. My mother sat there crying for a while till, someone came up to her and said, "You look like you need a drink."
A hand came under her chin and forced her head up. The red-haired man smiled at her.
My mom smiled back, but then it was replaced with a frown. In one quick motion, my mother slapped the man across the face, as hard as she could muster.
"What did I do?" the man asked.
"You little shit head!" my mom yelled at him, causing the people in the lobby to stare.
"Kerri, calm down," the man told her.
"No, don't tell me to calm down!" my mom yelled even louder. "I've got every right to be angry, you idiot!"
"Kerri, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" the man asked quietly.
"Till you learn how to go back in time and never get involved with me!" Kerri yelled out.
"I'm sorry, but I don't regret what happen between us," the man said.
"Neither do I," my mom told him, calming down. She looked at the man and asked, "So how've you been for the past 11 years Ron?"
"I got married, and we just have a pregnancy scare," Ron told my mom. "She and I were a little disappointed, but we will managed. You?"
"My dad just moved to Florida, and my mom died," Kerri told Ron.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ron, told her. "Is that why you were crying?"
"In a way, but not completely," Kerri told him.
"Well, can I buy you that drink?" Ron asked.
Kerri slapped him again. Ron moved his jaw from left to right and said, "Ow. Why did you slap me?"
"'Cause last time you said, 'you look like you need a drink' was when my dog died. Then you told me you love me and you would never leave me," my mom said, angrily.
"Hey, I didn't leave you, you left me," Ron defended.
"Think of the reason why I left," my mom spat at Ron.
"I made a mistake," Ron said quietly.
"Shut up!" my mom yelled. "I know you would do it again because I was only the second love of your life, and I never would have been first!"
"Kerri?" a voice asked in concern.
My mom and Ron turned around to see George and me standing there, we've been there since the second time my mom slapped Ron.
My mom came over and grabbed my hand, and said, "Ron, this is Krystal, my daughter."
Ron stared at me and I said out od annoyance, "Will people stop staring at me!"
"You can just tell you're a Weasley," Ron told me.
"She is a Bailey," my mom said, in a defensive tone. Then she added to me, "Come on, it's time for bed."
She led me towards the stairs, and Ron started coming after us. George held him back and said, "You've hurt Kerri enough, let her come to you."
I shook my mom's grip away, and ran back to Ron. I stared at him and saw the similarities, and said, "So you're my dad? You look scrawny."
Ron laughed and ruffled up my hair and asked, "What's your full name?"
"Krystal Molly Bailey," I told him.
"Molly?" Ron asked.
"I thought if you had a say in naming her you would want her middle name to be Molly," my mom said.
"I met Molly, today. It was for a few seconds, and we weren't properly introduced, but I saw her for the first time," I told my dad.
"Did she like you?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, but she doesn't seem to like Mom," I told him.
"Yeah, she never did," Ron, told her with a smile.
"Ron," my mom suggested, "if you aren't busy tomorrow, and if Krystal wants, how about you come back and spend the day with your daughter?"
"I would like that if Krystal wants to," Ron said.
"Why not?" I asked with a huge girn.
"Then I'll be here around 10," Ron said.
"Great, but right now Krystal really needs to go to bed," my mom said.
"Okay, good night, and I'll see you tomorrow," Ron said, as we headed upstairs.
a/n: okay this story is going to be short, and it's just basically going to be around 5 chapters. I just had this idea for a story, and wrote it! and thanks for reading it!!!! thanks again!!!!
Snape's Gurl: yes I did get the idea at your party!