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Ron woke up as he tried to lie on his stomach and it hurt too much. Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes looking around his room groggily. He's bruises were beginning to show up on his ribs and stomach as he examined the damage. But he's mind was taken when he realised the date, Harry would be coming in 2 days, on the Saturday.

'Just two more days…' Ron told himself as he left his room and went down into the kitchen putting the kettle on. Ron was staring out of the window through the steam when he heard his father had got up and wanted him to make him a drink. Ron waited for the kettle and made two teas and turned and walked past his dad who was sat at the able, leaving he's tea by the window.

'At least he's going to work today, and on Saturday I can be with Harry…'

Ron woke himself up by a cold shower and then went downstairs to check his father had gone to work. The house was empty apart from Ginny who was in her room with her music up loudly. Ron relaxed knowing he would be alone for a while and he got himself some cereal and watched TV.

He wasted most of the day watching daytime television and eating when his mother came home.

"Hello Ron, is your father not home yet?" Mrs. Weasley asked and Ron's eyes filled with fear, he shook his head. "Oh, he'll be home any minute now then." Ron's body went rigid and he panicked. "What's wrong dear?" his mother asked seeing the panic on his face.

"Erm, nothing mum; I just don't fell well… going to lie down." Ron said getting up and rushing past his mother avoiding eye contact, he rushed upstairs and into his room slamming the door.

Ron cast a spell on his door so it couldn't be opened from the outside but he had tried that before, he's father worked out how to overpower his spell and got in anyway.

'At least I have some warning…' He thought as he put his wand away. Ron lay on his bed waiting; just waiting for what he knew was coming just not knowing when. He's thoughts wandered to Harry, how they would quite a lot and then to about when he's father would get him alone when he is here. And then there it was, he's door clunked where he's father had tried to open it but failed. Ron went rigid again, wondering if there was an escape but it was too late, Mr. Weasley had got through Ron's spell.

His father stumbled through the door and wore a smile that mocked Ron's attempt to keep him out. Ron turned to his side and faced the opposite way to his father, closing his eyes tightly and readied himself. A sharp pain blew down onto his shoulder and then his fathers hand pulled at him and before he knew it he was standing up, he's father's hands holding his t-shirt so he's inches away from his nose. Ron stared into his dad's eyes seeing hate and drink running deep in them. Mr. Weasley stared back into Ron's bright blue eyes that are now filled with fear and tears. His father stared at him for a few seconds more before letting go of him and throwing him onto the bed painfully. He stared down at Ron before leaving his room quietly, leaving Ron sobbing pathetically into his hands once more. Ron was used to being left alone and broken, hurting from his own father. Ron laid there his head throbbing from crying and his body aching, he gradually slowed his breathing down and calmed himself down and drifted into a light sleep.

Ron woke up at 8 o' clock that night from feeling hungry, he looked around his darkened room trying to work out how long he had been asleep. He looked to his floor and saw a trey of dinner from his mother and bent down to pick it up, it was warm from a spell she put on it and he began to eat it in the peace of his own room. He was glad he didn't have to go downstairs and face anyone, he's eyes were puffy and red from crying. After he had eaten his dinner he lie back down and fell asleep again faster then he thought he would.



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Ron woke up to someone tapping lightly on his shoulder, fear shot through his body as he turned over slowly expecting to see his dad luring over him.

"How are you dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked softly. Ron's heart thumped in his chest and his stomach lurched but when his brain registered it was his mother he calmed down.

"Better, yeah…" Ron said sitting up and rubbing his eyes. As he lifted his arms pains shot through his shoulders and the pain must have shown on his face.

"What is it?" his mother asked seeing his expression.

"I must have slept funny…" Ron lied and put his arms under his duvet before his sleeves slipped down. His mother nodded understandingly and smiled.

"You found your dinner then." She smiled and Ron nodded. "You wouldn't wake up when it was ready so I thought I'd let you sleep…" She smiled and stood up. "Harry is coming early tomorrow morning, when I come back home your room better be spotless…" She said in a very mum tone and left Ron yawning on his bed.

"Harry is coming tomorrow!" Ron repeated to himself and he sat there smiling to himself for a while. Ron threw on some clothes and opened his curtains lighting how much mess there really was in his room. Even though every time Harry came it was messy, Ron made an attempt to clear some of it.

Ron passed the day playing games in his room waiting for the next morning and before he knew it, it was dinnertime again and he was descending down the stairs to face his father. Ron kept his eyes focused on the floor as he walked over to a chair and began to eat slowly. He waited for everyone to finish before he could disappear into his room again, looking over his shoulder checking his father isn't following him.

Ron got back to his room and un-paused his game when his door opened slowly; he turned his head and saw his father's dark red hair coming in. Ron sighed and braced himself, but then opened his eyes when nothing happened. He looked to see his father staring down at him, wobbling on the spot. And there it was, he ripped the controller from his hand ripping the wire in two and nearly pulling the console off of the desk, and then he kicked Ron in the side. Ron grabbed at his side and gritted his teeth as he's hair was pulled and he was chucked onto his bed again. His father attacked him again and again and then he stopped and pulled Ron's hair to his mouth so he could whisper to him.

"Don't you think that because your precious Potter is coming here it will stop me…" He's father threatened, spitting out the word Potter as he did. Ron's heart thumped hard and he was thrown back onto his bed and left alone to cry.