Calleigh received yet again another owl. This time, it was from the Weasleys. She saw that it had said Sunday at five o'clock. She was going to kill Ron when she got a hold of him. She would have to be up at around six to get ready. There was no way she was going to let them come to her house with it being that dirty. She just hoped that the owl would reach them in time.
Ron. I can't wait. So I will see you around noon then. Thanks for inviting me!
Calleigh
She scribbled the letter as fast as she could and told the owl to go as fast as he could back to Ron. He seemed to understand and disappeared once it left the window.
On Sunday afternoon, the Weasleys had come right on time. They apparated in the living room, like they had done it their whole lives. Ron, Fred and George seemed dazed from the experience but immediately looked around. Calleigh hadn't expected them to come right inside. It suited her just fine, less for Uncle to yell about. She had been scampering all over the house the whole time. Even after she had been tossed at the wall and around the living room. Her Uncle didn't like clean very much.
She was bloody, bruised, and dirty. Not very appealing. She saw the look of astonishment on their faces and wouldn't have expected anything less.
"Well, um, this is erm… a nice place you have here," Mr. Weasley said with a look of concern.
"Calleigh!" her Uncle bellowed. "What was that noise? Did you break something again you filthy scum?"
She heard her Uncle come into the living room, but couldn't move out of shock and fear. She didn't know what to do, except leave.
"Who are you?" he coughed. "Calleigh, haven't I told you before not to open the door?"
"I-I didn't. I swear!" she protested, at the moment unaware of the visitors in the middle of the room.
Her Uncle didn't seem to believe her, which didn't surprise her one bit. He never believed her. "Good for nothing. You never do anything round here do you?" he spat, before tossing her into the walling, which made her sag to the ground in tears.
A fresh bruise began to appear on her back, as she scrambled to her room, and locked the doors and windows. Her Uncle charged the door, but was knocked out by Mr. Weasley. She collected her things, and washed up as quickly as possible while putting on good clothes.
When she left, the four were staring at her. Ron didn't know what to say, while Fred and George looked horrified.
"Can, we just go… please?"
"Calleigh, you shouldn't put up with that," Ron stated shakily.
"What am I supposed to do Ron? If you have any suggestions for what I can do, please I would be glad to know. As long as I am still breathing, I am fine. I have had worse. Now can we just go already?" Calleigh snapped painfully.
"We're sorry, Calleigh we didn't know. Who else knows?" George asked sympathetically which surprised her. They were never sympathetic.
"Dumbledore, Hermione, Lupin, and, and my dad," she whispered. "Now can we please get out of here? I hate it here, and the sooner we leave the sooner I can forget it again."
After this, they left and went to get Harry, which proved to be a not so easy feat. There was a fit when they got there, but it passed and they all had a quite enjoyable summer. When school drew closer Mrs. Weasley took them all shopping and got them all dress robes. She finally caved into what Calleigh said and let her buy her own things.