The Boy Who Lives
disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters made by J. K. Rowling, unfortunately, grrrrr
Chapter 2: The Weasley Family
A boy with strikingly bright red/orange hair sat up in his bed, sweating heavily just as the sun came over the horizon, signalling that it was dawn. He had had a bad dream. His dreams kept of getting worse. What if he didn't get into school. What if he wasn't invited. His brothers would tease him rotten. It was hard living up to what his brothers had done, but he didn't have it as bad as his sister, Ginny. There was five brothers before him and Ginny. So there was seven children altogether. There was Bill who had lest school and now worked in a bank. There was Charlie who had also lest school and worked in Romania with dangerous creatures. Then there was Percy who was in his fifth year of school. After Percy there was the menacing twins, Fred and Goerge. They were in third year. Ron would come next at the age of eleven and after himself was Ginny who was nine nearly ten.
His thoughts decided to wander onto the Boy Who Lives. No-matter how much times he has asked to hear the story, he still thought it was unbelievable. How much boys of the age of one manage to defeat the strongest, evillest man on earth when everyone else had just died basically under his glance.
Apparently he still lived somewhere, in the muggle society. Some say not even knowing his fame and others say he was building his fame for when he re-entered the proper world.
Ron was just about to turn over to get more sleep after deciding that he had calmed himself enough to get at least another couple of hours when he heard yelling from downstairs. Honestly, what time do people get up in this house, he thought.
He was just about to ignore the arguing of his family downstairs and go to sleep when he heard the creak of the stairs outside his bedroom and turned just in tame to see his sister come in with a little scared look on her face. She quickly hid the look and went to her brother.
Nobody new it but Ron and Ginny had this special, deep down bond that they shared with no other. To others it might have just looked like they were just brother and sister and nothing else but they were wrong. At moments they new that they could talk to each other about anything and everything. They new when something was wrong with the other and this was one of the moments.
Ron sighed, "what have you done this time." Then he grinned. He and Gin were always getting into trouble. In fact the only non-mischief makers in the family were his dad, Arthur Weasley, his mum, Molly Weasley and Percy. He, Fred, George and Gin were the best mischief makers group ever but since Fred and George started going to school he and Gin were left doing all the mischief, so they had now become inceperable (A/N never seen without the other anywhere except the toilet). He didn't know how he was going to survive at his new school without her. Then suddenly a wave of weariness came over him, if he got into the school.
"I took all mums muggle make-up last night and gave the house a decoration. I was bored and needed something to do." Then Gin's self control vanished and she lied on my bed and curled up next to me. I could see little tears sparkling in her eyes. "Then I went into Fred and George's bedroom and got all their dung bombs and stink pellets and let them off down stairs in the kitchen. I need your help to cover up what I did before mum comes back down with the cleaning stuff and gives me into hell."
Ron could see her big chocolate brown eyes pleading. She still hadn't got used to the idea of getting into trouble after making mischief.
"You really want me to help?" Ron asked.
"Why wouldn't I? Besides you're always the best at cleaning up messes." Her round chocolate plates (A/N eyes) still pleading
"All alright, lets just hurry up. You know how creepy and fast mum can be. You better get up and turn around 'cause I'm all sweaty from a bad dream."
"Ewww," she said while jumping up and brushing imaginary dirt.
Ron got changed quickly and he brought out his wand and did a spell that the twins had taught him to clean up messes (A/N yeah, yeah I know Ron's not aloud using magic out side of school but he always blames an adult if someone finds out) to clean up the muggle make-up. He was about to clean up the smell in the kitchen when he heard a faint tapping on the window and into view came a small barn owl. It dropped a letter with green ink writing and a red wax seal on the back into Ron's hands and flew off. Ron was still staring at it in amazement when a voice shrieked behind him.
"Ronald Weasley, I should have known you would have something to do with this -"