salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

the charm bracelet

Molly Weasley had produced a beautiful breakfast spread, eggs sausages, bacon but also croissants and yoghurts and cheeses. It was the first time in ages that Electra's heart had felt so warm and whole.

"Molly, I just want to say how thankful I am for all of this and everything you've done. Welcoming me back into your family with open arms, after everything that has happened," Electra began, she looked to Ron who was sitting beside her. He nodded her on with encouragement. "And I just wanted to say that until now my loyalty has been questioned, even I myself was confused whether I wanted the war to be won by You-Know-Who himself. But I know for sure now, that is not what I want. I want a wizarding world where all wizards of different backgrounds can live together in peace, I know I do. And yeah, it may have taken my father's disappearance and possible death to realise all of this," the Weasley's chuckled at the breakfast table; Electra chuckled herself, realising she was rambling.

"I guess what I am trying to stay is... I'm officially a blood-traitor,"

"Cheers to that!" Bill exclaimed, lifting his mug of tea.

"Cheers!" everyone's mugs clinked, cheering and chatter erupting.

"Welcome to the Dark side, little Travers!" George cheered, "Glad you could finally join us!"

Finally, after two and a half years, Electra actually felt part of the Weasley family and not an outsider. Of course, they had always embraced her into their family, but now she had embraced them too.

"There's one more thing I need to do," Electra muttered to Ron at the table as they ate breakfast at the table.

"What's that?"

"I need to find out who my mother's family is," she states, receiving a small nod from him.

Christmas day was small but still amazing. Electra even received a famous Weasley knitted jumper from Molly, despite only arriving at Shell Cottage the night before.

"I was up all night knitting it!" Molly explained, causing Electra's heart to melt.

That evening they all sat by the fire with hot chocolate, Mr and Mrs Weasley and the children were leaving that evening to go back to the Burrow. They had decided it would be far safer for Ron to remain at Shell Cottage. After they all said their goodbyes Ron pulled Electra over to the hallway.

"I actually have a present for you," he whispered, her eyes widened as she hadn't gotten him anything. "Don't stress, I got it ages ago. It was supposed to be a birthday present but then we... ya know,"

He led her upstairs to his bedroom, opening his knapsack of belongings. He rummaged through his things, finally retrieving something small from the bottom. He pulled of a small, silver charm bracelet, handing it over to her. She took it in her hands and admired it in all its beauty; it had three charms on it, a lion's head, a flower and a cluster of stars.

"The charms are each meant to represent someone; The gryffindor lion is for your dad, the aster flower is obviously for your mum, and that cluster of stars is actually the Taurus constellation. And that star with the diamond in the middle is the-"

"Electra star" she interrupts, the two lock eyes. She is speechless, Ron had gotten her this beautiful, thoughtful, personal gift. "I love it Ron. Where on earth did you manage to find this?"

"Urm... well I kind of made it," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, she looked up at him in utter shock. "I bought the bracelets, some bits of metal from Diagon Alley. Then I looked up spells in the library to cut intricate designs into it, which was extremely difficult actually. Took me forever to get the charms looking like they were meant to. They still look a bit crappy, but it's the bes-"

Electra engulfed him in a hug, she wanted to kiss him but knew she couldn't. Instead she wrapped her arms around his torso and sunk into his chest.

"It's perfect."

***

The next few days Electra and Ron were incredibly lazy, sleeping in and lounging around. They had nothing to do with themselves; Ron would just lay around feeling sorry for himself for leaving his friends, and Electra would do the same but mourning her father. The only drive they had was Electra's urge to know about her maternal family. They had been going through family tree archives in books Bill had from his Gringotts days. They had found the names Ursula Flint, Josephina Flint, but those were ancestors born in the 1800s.

Eventually they found a series of names born in the 1930s: Primrose, Amaryllis and Orion Flint. Three siblings, but they had no idea whether any of them had children or whether they were even alive.

"Hopefully Bill's owl can find them if we just send out a general letter to the three of them," Ron suggested to her. The two of them fashioned a letter to each of them to send:

Dear Primrose/Amaryllis/Orion Flint,

I am Electra Travers, daughter of the late Aster Flint. My mother died when I was 10 and I never knew about her parentage or family. Now, seven years since her death, I am finally seeking answers. I'm hoping you are able to give me any information you know about Aster and possibly if you know her direct relatives if they happen to still be alive. I look forward to hearing from you.

Electra Travers

Ron slipped each note into three separate envelopes, sealing them with hot wax and a stamp. He placed all three into the Owl's claws and just like that the owl was gone out the window, flying through the sky.

"Now we wait," Electra sighed.