Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟛- Rituals🔪

IM WHEEZING THIS CHAPTER IS SO CHAOTIC BAHAHAHAHAHA

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"Mom?! Dad?! Aurora what is going on?" Ron asked, turning his head to me.

"Honey! What a pleasant surprise!" My dad said, grinning from ear to ear as if nothing was wrong.

They were both wearing long, black-hooded robes. Rose leaned her head into my mother's chest and closed her eyes.

"What a pleasant surprise," I scowled, mimicking them. "DON'T WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE ME. WHY ARE YOU CARRYING MY DAUGHTER?!"

My mother sighed and shook her head. "What has it been- three years? And this is how you greet me. Pity."

I wanted to strangle her.

"Come in, come in," my father sighed.

We were all so confused and didn't know what else to do, so we followed him into the foyer. It reminded me somewhat of the Malfoy Manor, dark, spooky and old. Paintings scowled at us as we walked by. We followed my father down a thin hallway that led into what I assumed to be the living room. There were over-sized, cathedral-like windows placed everywhere, and all the antique furniture in the room was covered in plastic. A mouse scurried past my feet, causing me to jump.

"Sit,"

We all sat down on the red, plastic-covered chaise, while my parents sat down on the black couch in front of us.

"I'm sure you have lots of questions..." My mother said.

"Oh, really? You think?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"-and we would be pleased to answer all of them, all in due time." She continued, ignoring my comment. "But first, you are probably all hungry, yes? We will have dinner first."

"MOM-"

"Hush little girl," she said, shoving her pointer figure on my mouth to get me to close it.

She then clicked her figures, and the whole room transformed. Instead of couches, there were wooden chairs, and a long dining table spread across the room.

My blood was boiling. My stupid fucking parents were just casually acting like fucking everything was fucking fine when they literally fucking stole my fucking baby.

We all sat down in the chairs. I sat across from Ron. My mom ( who was still holding my baby) and dad each sat on the ends of the table.

My mom clicked her figures again, and all sorts of dinner-foods appeared on top of the table. No one grabbed the food except for Harry, who took a giant turkey leg and mashed potatoes.

My mom smiled at Harry and then frowned at everyone else.

"Why did you leave," I asked in a softer voice.

"Well, your father and I decided that we didn't like you. So we left," my mother explained.

"Wha-"

"Then we bought this Manor! Isn't it lovely? Anyways, shortly after we moved in, we met a cute little gang called the Death Eaters and even joined! Look your father, and I got matching tattoos!" She extended her arm and showed us all the dark mark symbol on her arm.

"Oh, how I feel young again!" My father exclaimed.

All of our jaws dropped.

"WHAT?" Hermione and Harry yelled.

"Yeah, um, you know what, I'm going to go use the bathroom," I quickly sat up from my chair and ran out.

Shit, shit, shit I left everyone else in the dining room.