He stared at his eyes, he had always been fascinated by his eyes, they looked so mysterious, and they seemed to have locked a small light in them, like if their eyes hid a strange magic inside, a magic waiting to be released. To Ron's surprise, his reflection started to wobble and suffer a distortion, as if a stone had fallen inside the mirror, and it had a liquid nature which created waves. When the mage cleared it seemed to have become another person. Ron noticed that the eyes remained the same, but this person was much taller, and in his late twenties, his hair wasn't red but blond, a very shinny blond, but the same texture and style as Ron's.
Ron gasped, this time loudly, in both fascination and surprise, the man that was in the mirror, in the place where his reflection should be, was no other than Andrews, the man in his dream. Andrews seemed to be placed at the other side of the mirror, as if the smooth, delicate surface was nothing but a glass window between them. The young man gave Ron a warm, friendly smile, showing a set of perfect, pearly white teeth. Ron placed his hands on the mirror, as if trying to touch the man's hands, he felt a small smile curl in his lips as a warm feeling spread through his stomach and chest.
A very familiar and angry roar startled him. Ron turned his head quickly, and felt his heart speed up, he ran towards the door feeling an aguish pressure in his stomach, and this feeling increased as he heard heavy footsteps storming downstairs. Ron turned to look at the mirror, but Andrews was gone, it was his imitating reflection again, the person he was so familiar with.
Ron felt a knot in his throat, and his heart speeded its pace, making it obvious that something wrong was happening to someone he cared about. Ron started running, he felt his running shoes slip with a shriek on the shinny, mirror like tiles. He didn't let that small detail stop him, and he kept speeding up, turning quickly around a corner, and feeling his feet slip once more. He jumped down the stairs, hopping on the steps three by three, and quickly reached the bottom landing with a loud thump.
A very acute yell floated across the room, and Ron quickly stood up and gasped in surprised, he had recognized that voice. He started running once more, praying silently to himself.
"Lemme reach on time, please, lemme reach on time!" he prayed feeling a small tear fly out of his eye, as he shut them tightly.
Ron saw the light coming from the kitchen and he kept running over the thin, red and golden, silk carpet. He turned to enter the kitchen but the carped wrinkled under his feet and he fell on the floor, hitting his hip bone strongly, and hurting himself. He saw a large shadow moving a hand up violently, and slap a smaller shadow with fury. The smaller shadow fell on the floor, and a delicate hand decorated with long, thin fingers, caressed the cheek gently and looked up. Ron narrowed his eyebrows, and gritted his teeth, he felt his insides consume with rage, his heart was burning with anger, and his mind changed and became that of a wild animal.
The shadow moved the thick arm again, and got ready to give another strong, and painful slap to the smaller one. Ron was blind with rage, he couldn't think, and the words screamed at the small shadow became a faint whisper. Ron pilled himself forward, walking on four legs like an animal until he was able to regain balance. The the boy entered the room and his pale skin, now red with anger, shone with the light that fell on him. Ron stared at the man he had once dared to call father, and right next to him, sitting on the floor and with a red cheek, the shape of a thick hand, laid a young woman.
She was tall and thin, her eyes were of a bright emerald, elongated and a little like those from an Asian woman. Her lips were small and thick, and a soft, pinkish lipstick gave it a silky texture. Her hair was wild, and it zigzagged all the way to her waist, it was bright red, and it flamed under the shinny light. Her eyes showed fear, Ron had always felt fascination for those eyes, even more than he felt for his own.
Those eyes seemed to hide a much more powerful magic than his, the white glitter in the dark mixed with the emerald green of her eyes gave them an angelic appearance. Ron was sure he had inherited the magic his eyes locked from her. He sent the woman a faint but reassuring smile, she returned the smile mouthing a "go away" but Ron shook his head. He glared at the man and stared at him, killing him with his gaze.
"Don't touch my mother." Ron said in a quiet and determined voice.
Ron's father laughed soundly, a laugh that had a note of evil in it.
"Fool, go away, this is none of your business!" he roared angrily.
Ron shook his head again, making strands of his sweaty red hair dance over his eyes. The man ignored him and raised a hand once again, ready to slap the scared woman that laid on the floor. Ron couldn't keep his animal instincts for longer, he leaped forward, feeling his feet slip slightly on the finely polished chequered floor.
"NOOOOOO!" he yelled raising a hand.
Ron froze on the place where he had landed, his eyes opened wide with surprise and fascination. A large, long knife had flown out of the sink where it laid, and had speeded across the room, like if some sort of invisible entity had thrown it. The knife had gone through the thick flesh, muscle and bone belonging to the man, splitting them in half, and making it unable to repair in some places. The man screamed in terror and pain, and warm, dark red, creamy blood, flowed through the deep gash split in the thick, fat hand. Ron's father roared and fell on his knees, he held his wrist tightly and moaned a little. His raging eyes, red with tears, looked at Ron.
"You...you looked too much like her, you had to be one of them" he told Ron breathing heavily and holding back his tears.
Ron backed away a little, a small blood puddle was forming below his father, and the once fascination he had felt as his anger was released, was becoming an unbearable fear, fear for his father's life which meant his future. The man stared at the child with hate, a hatred Ron couldn't define.
"You look too much like her, but you look even more like him, you had to be one of them!" he told him, his voice a mixture of anger and pain.
Ron backed away slightly, shocked at his words, unable to understand what he had meant.
Ron's mother stood up, her legs shook a bit under her weight, but she managed to keep balance. She held something that was situated on a finely carved and elegant wooden table. It was a book, a big, old leather book with the picture of a pentagram, a five edged star. Ron recognized that book, it was the spell book he had been reading for the past week, the book that had wrapped him in a fascinating world of unknown, and hidden science, a science that went beyond every written law. Ron's mother walked towards her child, she held his hand as she walked past him and pulled the boy out of the kitchen, along with her. As they walked across the long, dark corridors, Ron felt nervous and uncomfortable, is his mom mad at him for taking the book? Was the book the cause of the fight?
Ron's mother entered a room, she turned on a small blue, round lamp, which emitted a very soft, yellowish light. She sat on the large, dark reddish, wooden bed, which had fine carvings across the edges, representing small angles. The covers were thick and of a peaceful, sky blue, with small, playful, colourful roses, dancing around the whole, thick, and warm bed cloth. The light that came from the lamp emphasized the kindness and warmth of the smile that had curled in Molly's lips. the young woman tapped the bed right next to her softly, motioning for Ron to come and sit with her.
Ron hesitated a bit, he stared at his mother, examining every single inch of her, every single gesture, and the revealing look of her emerald eyes. Molly sent him a sweet, caring smile, showing her perfectly lined teeth, which glittered the colour of the sun under the pale yellow light. Ron smiled back, he had always trusted his mother when she smiled at him, her mother was tender, caring, sweet and generous. He was never able to understand how such a gentle and nice woman could have married such an ambitious and self centred man.
Ron's father was the total opposite of Molly, he was violent, he claimed he was very normal and forced his family to be like them, even if it mean hitting them to death. Ron frowned a bit as he remembered the day he had told his father how he had moved a small pencil without touching it, his father had hit him hard with a belt on the back, and long, red marks had been tattooed on his back forever.
Ron sat next to his mother, he felt the soft, but firm bed, sink down a bit underneath him. Ron stared at the woman, he was nervous and a knot in his throat limited his ability to speak and breathe, his heart was beating so hard that it was faintly heard in the uncomfortable silence. Molly smiled and breathed deeply.
"Ron, honey, there is something I must tell you" her mother started.
Her voice was sweet and gentle, like a warm, summer morning breeze, but it was accompanied by a gust of icy wind, a gust that made her voice shutter slightly, making it obvious that a constant fear was present in her life. Ron nodded slowly.
"I will listen and understand mother" he said politely, surprised at his calm voice.
Molly smiled sweetly.
"I hope you accept this fact, my dear child, but you see, the beast that you have seen acting this night...he isn't...well..." she said, but her gaze met the floor, it hurt her much to even say his name, and she found she was coward, she couldn't tell her child.
Ron sighted silently and leaned forward a bit, trying to meet his mother's fascinating eyes.
"My father" he said, finishing the sentence for her.
Molly looked up, and stared at him, her mouth was open revealing a pink, wet, pierced tongue, with a spherical sapphire going through the tip. Ron looked at her, feeling a small, embarrassed blush colour his pale cheeks.
"He is not my father, is that what you were trying to tell me?" Ron asked, looking at the confused woman.
Molly closed her mouth, her lips curved in the convex shape of a smile, she nodded noticing the relief Ron seemed to feel at the knowledge of his parentage. Ron smiled back, he felt a weight being lifted from his chest and could even say he was pleased that this impostor who claimed to be his father wasn't his true father. Another thought flashed in Ron's mind, a thought that made him loose his pleased smile, a thought that was seeking the truth. Molly noticed that, the smile faded from her face, her eyebrows curved a bit.
"Is anything wrong, honey?" she asked her son in a noticeable concerned voice.
Ron looked up to meet her eyes once again.
"Yes mom" he answered calmly but determined to find the truth about himself.
Molly nodded and blinked a few times sighing.
"Tell me, my child, you must trust me" she said sweetly, her voice stated that this should be an option, not a command.
Ron nodded, he moved his gaze towards the book, and then returned it to the mysterious eyes belonging to his mother, silently asking his question. Molly nodded understandingly.
"Yes, it is real, magic does exist." she answered his question.
Ron smiled calmly although he felt a wave of excitement running through him.
"Mom, are you...are you a witch?" he asked in a very low whisper, as if his words alone could fly through the walls and pierce the people at the other side.
Molly sighed and stared at the dark, cloudy sky that wrapped over the house. She had known that Ron would end up knowing about magic, and he would ask that question, however, Molly had always prayed that the circumstances wouldn't be so hostile when the time came.
Ron stared at his mother in confusion, he felt uneasy and his stomach seemed to twist and roll inside him. The red haired woman turned to look at the child, her face was lit with a sudden happiness, Ron felt better and his stomach had stopped moving. Molly sighed and closed her eyes for a small moment, she opened them again and stared at her boy.
"Yes, I am" she answered letting all her fear and frustration flow with these statement.
Ron smiled and nodded, he wasn't surprised, it was like a reality that had been inside his instinct, inside his mind, for all his life. There was a moment of silence, a moment in which thoughts flew across each other's minds, they both meditated about the current situation, and what will happen to them in a nearby future.
Ron broke the silence with another question.
"Mom, does the fact of you being a witch...er...makes me, a...a..." he started asking, not sure which word to chose between the collection of all magic related words he knew.
Molly smiled and held back a small laugh as she noticed the thoughtful look in Ron's face, his forehead was wrinkled and he stared at his hands moving his fingers, as if counting.
"A Wizard." she finished for him.
Ron looked at her, and right in that moment she seemed like the wisest and most intelligent woman on earth, she seemed like an angel, like a creature put on gaia to keep an eye on him, but even her fake humanity couldn't hide the sacred light of purity. Molly nodded.
"You are" she assured him with a small whisper.
Ron felt a wave of happiness and surprise swarm across him, a flock of butterflies tickled the walls of his stomach with the tip of their wings, and Ron's lips curled into a large smile. He noticed his mom staring at him with a proud smile, but all of a sudden, Ron wasn't so happy and excited. His smile disappeared and was replaced with a serious, thoughtful look, his mother noticed and placed a tender hand on his shoulder, so gently Ron could have easily mistaken it for a small feather landing on his shirt. Ron looked at her and felt that unpleasant uneasiness again, his mother's cheerfulness had disappeared.
"Mom, I...well...I'm just afraid, I know nothing of witchcraft" he told her.
His mother emitted a soft giggle, she stared at him with that happy, proud look again, which made Ron feel a lot better.
"You will be a great wizard, I promise" she told him, pressing on his shoulder gently.
Another thought flashed on his mind, he resumed his serous face once again.
"Mom, talk to me about dad." he asked carefully, frightened to hurt her feelings.
The woman lost her smile, and her eyes glittered slightly, Ron noticed a small tear slid down her cheek, and he could have hit himself right there. On the other hand Molly wasn't sad, she was reviving old memories and that hurt her a bit, but she was happy that her son had asked about his father. Molly stood up and searched inside her jeans' pockets for something. She pulled out a small, squared, brown leather wallet and sat down again. She opened the wallet and searched through a bunch of papers until she reached one.
She pulled it out to reveal a photograph, but the once shinny surface was dim, as if someone had been crying on it. The photograph represented two people, a man and a woman, the man had his arms wrapped around the woman's neck, and both of them had an expression of pure and total happiness. Ron recognized the woman as his beloved mother, and the man was blond, his hair was long and fell through his sides. The man's eyes were light brown, and deep, just like his own eyes, the eyes he was so fond of. Molly stared at the picture, an undecipherable aura seemed to form around her.
"This is your father, Ron, his name is Andrews, Andrews Weasley" she said, her voice seemed to crack a bit, as if trying to hold back tears. Ron nodded.
"Was he a good man?" he asked touching his mother's arm gently.
Molly stared at him in surprise.
"He was the best man in the world, he was kind, gentle, sweet, and he loved you a lot, he wanted to teach you magic, it was his dream." Molly told him letting a sob escape her mouth.
Ron nodded understanding, he knew what had happened, but he felt the right thing was to ask his mom.
"What happened to him?" he asked innocently.
Molly closed her eyes tightly and Ron saw a greater amount of tears flow through her eyes. Ron felt uncomfortable and bad with himself again.
"Mom, I..." he started but was roughly hushed by his mother.
"No, its ok Ron, your father was murdered." she finished, in her voice a tone of hatred and disbelief.
Ron nodded and cleared his voice, ready to ask his last question, and probably the most important to him.
"Why did you marry this man?" he asked feeling a knot in his throat.
Molly clenched her fist, cutting through the flesh with her nails.
"Once Andrews was killed, I went to my father's hacienda, he was a rich man, he forced me to marry him, because he is rich and has a title." she explained through gritted teeth, releasing her anger.
Ron frowned and looked at her with a horror struck face. A revelation immediately struck in his mind like a lightning, the words this man had told him, how he had to be one of them because of his similarity. Ron had understood, he had to be a wizard because both his parents were.
"Mom, why is he afraid of magic?" he asked innocently, and closed his mouth quickly, seeing how his mother was suffering enough.
To Ron's surprise his mother didn't seem sad or depressed, just angry. She clenched her fist once again.
"He told me that to live in my house, I would have to leave all my magic rituals, and live like a normal person. He didn't like witches or wizards because his father perished in the hands of one, what he doesn't know is that his father was a wizard who died in a magic duel against another!" Molly said, she laughed soundly wondering what he would have though if he knew his own father was one of those he despises.
Ron laughed with her and leaned on her shoulder, breathing her soft, delicate scent, and feeling her motherly warmth. He looked up to stare at her.
"Mom, why don't we leave this house?" Ron asked her.
Molly looked down at him.
"Of course, my dear, but where will we go?" Molly asked him, thinking of any possibility to escape from that nightmare.
Ron thought for a moment, then another idea lit a bulb in his head.
"Mom, daddy had a mother, why don't we leave with them? You must know them." Ron reasoned.
Molly looked at the floor for a moment, a small, black shadow ran across her gaze silently, like a snake on Vaseline. She looked at her son again, this time with a bright smile, the brightest, happiest smile Ron had ever seen in his mother.
"Yes, your grandmother is a good person, I guess she will let us live with her. When I married this man, I wasn't allowed to have contact with anyone who was our kind. Your grandmother will be happy to see you again" Molly told him quickly and excited.
Suddenly the door opened, slamming against the wall and leaving a round hole on it where the door handle had made contact with the hard cement surface. Ron and Molly looked up quickly, and Molly's eyes quickly filled with fear at the sight of a corpulent, voluminous man standing nest to the door. Ron felt his chest burn with an blinding rage, his heart was consuming with the flame of fury. He quickly stood up clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white, but as he was going to walk towards the huge man, a pair of delicate hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him down. The man cleared his throat, his hand was still bleeding and a long bandage was wrapped untidily around it. He stared at both, mother and son, sitting on the large, elegant bed.
"Molly, I'm sorry." he apologized with a voice that, to Ron, was empty of any feeling of guilt.
Molly shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I'm leaving, I will live with my mother-in-law, and YOU will do nothing to stop me!" she told him, her voice echoing with both, fear and rage, and with a determination Ron had never seen in her before.
Suddenly the man's features hardened, and anger reddened the skin. He walked forward quickly, pulling his sleeves back and ready to hit the defenceless woman again. Ron didn't think about his actions, an instinct guided him. He quickly walked forward and stretched his arms forwards, placing his palms in a parallel position with the rest of the body. The millionaire didn't stop, he was ready to push the kid aside if necessary, but he wasn't expecting the events that would occur right after. Ron didn't hesitate, he concentrated a bit and yelled out a few words he had read in his mother's book.
"Spherus Luna" his voice echoed inside the room.
Suddenly his fingertips started glowing a bright moon blue colours. The light started expanding in front of him, like the waves formed by a stone thrown inside a puddle. In a matter of minutes, the bluish light had encircled him and his mother, creating a protective shield around them both.
The man slammed against the shield and bounced back moaning in pain, the circled had released an electric shock at the touch with the human's skin. Molly stared at Ron in complete fascination, she looked at the circle around her and touched the walls, which created a wave that expanded and rippled across the circle. The man stood up slowly, with difficulty, his whole body was in pain, and he had to hold the handle of a wardrobe next to him to help himself up. Once he was standing, he breathed heavily and stared at both sorcerers inside the circle.
"You, witch, do as you wish, go away, take your child with you, disappear from my life, I want nothing to do with your kind, NOTHING...outcast..." he yelled in a voice that seemed about to cry in any minute.
With those last words, he stormed outside the room, and his heavy footsteps echoed in the silent of the night. Ron kept the circle alive until he was sure that the owner of the house had left. Once the circle faded, Ron collapsed sweating with exhaustion and breathing with trouble. Molly leaned next to him and helped him up, her worried and frightened face had turned to a very happy, proud and radiant face.
"I'm so proud of you, you are just like your father!" she repeated over and over, making Ron blush and feel flattered.
It was said and done, that same night, once Ron had made sure Molly's husband had drowned on a bottle of vodka, Ron and his beloved mother walked upstairs, with Nightpaws ahead. In the mysterious silence of the night Ron packed all the items that had a special importance, and he placed the tidily folded cloths over them. Nighpaws stared at him paying much attention on all his actions. Ron felt a little nervous as frustrated knowing that his cat was watching him as he walked back and forth with his clothes. In the library, Molly was putting down all her books carefully. There were at least twenty large, leather covered books, all of which had as a main topic the fine arts of magic and the hidden sciences.
Ron pulled his heavy suitcase out of the room, breaking the silence with the rough sound emitted by the bottom of the suitcase scratching the fine wooden floor. Molly walked out of her room carrying two heavy suitcases, one of them was filled with all her clothes, and the other had all sorts of magical elements that had been hidden for many years. There was an oxide, small cauldron, a dusty wand and the whole collection of mouldy, magical books. Ron knew which suitcase had the magical items, he didn't see his mother place them inside, but he could feel the magic touching his skin and giving him a warm sensation.
A couple of hours before dawn, Ron and Molly walked past the kitchen. The man was sleeping on the floor, snoring heavily, the gush on his hand had stopped bleeding but it looked ugly and infected. On his hand was an empty bottle, and small puddles of the alcoholic and strong liquid were formed on the chequered floor, emitting a strong, nasty smell that made Ron's nose wrinkle in disgust. Molly opened the door silently, and mother, son and cat, walked silently across the red stoned path.
The only thing to light their silent figures and the path they walked through, was a small, decreasing moon and the glittering stars that decorated the night sky, which expanded from horizon to horizon. They reached a large, iron gate, two large eagles were placed at each side, placing constant vigilance on the street outside. The gate was black and rusty in some areas, it was of solid steel and blocked the view to the outside world.
Circling figures, like grape vines, slithered across the black, hard surfaced that formed the door. Molly placed her luggage down and searched inside her pocket, she took out a small golden key and inserted it inside the hidden keyhole, that was placed in a small area under the vast extension of the heavily decorated door handle. A faint click was heard, and Molly sighed in relief, she pulled down the handle making a big effort in moving it, and the door slowly opened with a loud, oxide shriek. Both of them sneaked out and closed the door behind, which trembled emitting a metallic sound. Molly turned around and threw the small key over the gate.
"This is for you, you old fool!" she snarled hearing the grass squish under the weight of the key.
After that Molly turned around with a large, ear to ear smile, she raised her arms to the sky and sniffed the air
"Freedom, at last." she whispered softly.
Ron stared at her with a pleasant fascination, he glanced at the old house which looked creepy and spooky standing all dark and big in the middle of that large garden. Both humans and the cat started walking across the streets, walking away from hell, walking away from the house that had been their prison. And that is how a new adventure began for Ron, and his mother, and adventure that would have more mountains to defeat than they had previously thought, but they were together, and were free.
To Be Continued…
AN: Ok, if you people want me to, I will lead this story to it's final conclusion, where Ron finds out why his father was a traitor, and everything related to the world of magic. I hope you liked the first part of the story, I surely enjoyed it. Please read and review.