salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

grim old place (again)

12 Grimmauld Place really was a grim old place, a grim old place that Electra had never liked. It'd been 2 years since she stood in this house, her times in this house were pretty much terrible. The arguments, hatred, and annoyance that occurred between these walls in summer of '95...but it was also where she first fell for Ron. Not exactly what she wanted to be reminded of right now.

The Order HQ was the only safe place she could think of to stay, she wasn't even sure if it was 100% safe now with Snape being a known Death Eater, but it was all she had right now. The house was big and lonely, and she spent most days bored and trying to entertain herself. Kreacher wasn't the most pleasant to converse with, so she resorted to reading the endless books that lived around the house. Due to the London location, each day she would walk from Grimmauld Place to the Ministry and go to Arthur Weasley's office. Everyday she would check with him if there was any news on her father, and everyday Mr Weasley would tell her the same thing and shake his head.

"I'm sorry Electra,"

But she didn't lose hope, and would return to his office the very next day. She did this for a week or so, and then the day came.

"The Minister of Magic is dead." The radio blared one afternoon, Electra's head snapped to the radio, sat on the kitchen table and her heart plummeted. "The Ministry has been overthrown by Lord Voldemort,"

Fear instantly flooded her body, London suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. She'd already seen Death Eaters hovering outside the house, she was sure with Voldemort having complete control of the Ministry there would be plenty more. She ran upstairs to the bedroom she'd been staying in and rapidly packed her bag, having no idea where she was supposed to go next.

Bang

Her head shot up at the sound from downstairs, she froze in fear, all she could hear was the harsh thumping of her heart. She could hear footsteps and talking downstairs; someone was in the house. Electra rummaged in the bedroom, looking for her wand somewhere in the mess, she wasn't exactly trying to be quiet.

"Can you hear that?" a low voice murmured from downstairs.

"Shit," she murmured under her breath, and continued to search for her wand. Heavy footsteps made their way up the staircase, thankfully she found her wand under the pillow and immediately apparated out of there.

Electra stood, clutching her bag and wand, at the corner of a street. She was confused where she had sent herself, not recognising the place...when suddenly it hit her. This was the exact spot her mother had been killed. She looked up and observed the quaint Muggle town, everyone getting on with their own business, blissfully unaware that there was a war going on. It made Electra smile slightly, despite the burning sadness of the history of this spot.

Unsure where to go next, Electra followed some local dog walkers to a nearby wooded area. It was quite apart from the odd dog walker and dog, she found a quiet area and sat down on the ground, leaning up against a tree. She took her bag off of her back, reached inside it and pulled out a leftover sandwich from lunch. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she aggressively bites into her sandwich, all alone in a random wood, in a random town. Unsure where her father was, whether he was alive or dead. Unsure of how Draco was, whether he was alive or dead. No friends. No family. No Ron. She'd never felt so alone as she did in that moment.

Incredibly, incredibly short chapter! Just a filler one until next chapter.