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Chapter 2 ~ Telling Ron

August 29, 1991

11-year-old Ron was playing with the youngest sibling and the only girl in the family, Ginerva Weasley or better known as Ginny.

"No fair! You're faster than me!" Ginny said enraged by the clear advantages Ron had.

"Oh come on Ginny! Stop whining! Come and get me Ginny or should I say, Ginerva!" Ron exclaimed in a cocky tone as he kept on running around the field near the quidditch field that his older brothers played there for quidditch.

"HOW DARE YOU RONALD!" Ginny said coming after Ron. Ron just kept on laughing with running away from her. Ron's laughter stopped suddenly as he stopped running. He fell on his knees clenching on the hem of his shirt. He was gasping for air.

"Gotcha! You're it!" Ginny said with pride but soon realized Ron was in pain. Ginny panicked as she says his favorite and older brother in pain.

"MUMMY!" Ginny yelled out for her mother. Molly came running down to the backyard to see Ron on his knees gasped for air.

Molly carried him to his bedroom. While on her way, Ginny came running for her.

"Mummy, what happened to Ron?" Ginny said with tears in her eyes. She was worried and scared for his brother. Seeing him in pain made her sad.

"Ron had a bad stomach ache from eating so much so fast." Molly lied to her daughter.

"Oh.. Tell Ron I said hi." Ginny then rushed back downstairs to get a glass of water. Molly (obviously) felt guilty lying to her daughter. She laid Ron on his bed and locked his door. She closed the window and put on the curtains. She turned on the lamp and got out a potion.

Ron's eyes widen open still gasping for air. It felt like he was suffocating under Aunt Muriel's corn beef which he despised greatly. He looked at his mom and saw that she poured a green liquid in a teaspoon.

"Ron opens up, that'll help you.." Ron obeyed to Molly's surprise. Ron gulped it up and stopped panting and panting.

"Mum, why did it happen to me?" Ron said as he took another deep breath.

"Ron, there's something dad and I hid from you.." The mother said to her son.

"Huh? Wh-what is it?" Ron questioned looking confused.

"You're a werewolf.." Molly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was waiting for her son's response.

"Mum, you're mental! I'm not a werewolf!" Ron exclaimed looking at her mom. Ron regretted calling her mental. Ron just gulped in fear for the worst.

"Ron, do you ever wonder why there's a nasty scar across your chest?" His mom questioned him. He nodded his head in response. "That's because, when you were a baby, you were attacked by a werewolf. From now on, every month on the end or beginning of a month you will experience this pain.." Ron's eyes in shocked as he heard this information.

"Does Ginny or anyone else knows about this?" Ron questioned his mother. "Only your father and I. Oh, and Dumbledore." Ron gulped when he heard Dumbledore's name. The wise old headmaster of Hogwarts knew he was a bloody werewolf!

"Mom, can you leave me alone for a while. Thanks." Molly understood how her son must be feeling by now. She went out and closed the door behind her.

Ron laid on his bed having a terrible headache from all the information his mother had told him. He tried accepting the truth, but he couldn't believe it. He was confused and scared at the same time. He was a bloodthirsty monster! When Ron was 5 years old, Fred and George would always tell him stories about werewolves which ended him into making him wee in his pants. Fred and George would just laugh and laugh at him.

What would happen if his secret was out to his loved ones? If everyone he cared deeply knew about his horrible secret, he would be nothing but a monster in their very eyes. Ron was so wrapped around his worries and thoughts that his eyelids became very heavy.

He drifted into sleep.