AN IDLE HEART ✷ Ron Weasley.

𝟬𝟯. high risk. high risk. high risk.

01. — 03.
tw. self harm

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The morning of September first, Astrid felt a strange sense of relief when she entered the platform and the Hogwarts Express came into her view in all its' glory with the red pipes already spitting black smoke — The chatter, the smiles, the people... in a strange way it reminded Astrid of coming home, like she was just meant to be there. The whispers started, however, just a moment later. People starring, pointing at her, Sirius Black's daughter...

"Hey, Star.", Ron whispered to her, his hand briefly brushing against hers, "Don't mind them, yeah?"

Astrid turned to him, forcing a smile. That morning, she hadn't even wanted to leave her bed to see the Weasleys, Harry and Ron—it had only been for Bill and Charlie, who had broken into her room through the window, that she had found the courage to go to breakfast. How was she meant to spend an entire year like this?

"I think I'll go and find Oscar, alright?", she whispered to Ron, hectic eyes filling over the mass of people. Ron looked uncertain, but nodded — He never knew what to think of Astrid's best friend Oscar Lancester. The two had grown up together, roaming the streets or Spinner's End and causing Severus endless headaches and while Oscar had always been a great friend to Astrid, Ron couldn't help but shake of the bad feeling he got.

"Molly, Arthur—", Astrid started, turning around to face them, "I'll go and find some friends of mine. I'll see you next summer?"

"Oh, dear, come here! Promise me you'll stay safe, yeah? If anything is going on, we're always one letter away, alright?", Molly cried out, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Stay safe, Astrid, alright? We'll see you around.", Arthur added, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Astrid found Oscar by his group of Slytherin friends, her cousin Draco Malfoy and his friends not far away, "Osc!", she called out, as she came close. He turned around, his black curls flying in every direction, just in time to catch her in his arms.

"If that isn't my favorite runaway mass murderer's daughter!", he exclaimed, heaving her up in his arms, swaying her from left to right.

"Damn, Lancester, you've got other runaway mass murderer's daughters?"

"Sorry, Astrid, can't help myself.", he scoffed, putting her back down on the ground. He had grown a lot over the summer, Astrid noticed, his hair longer and his cheekbones more prominent, "Now, how are you? I mean your big ol' dad all over the news? How has Sevy handled that?"

Astrid scoffed, absentmindedly toying with the sleeves of the hoodie she stole from Ron that morning, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Severus — for the love of Merlin stop calling him Sevy; I was four — not that good. Idiot almost blew up the whole kitchen, when the news broke. I don't think I've ever seen him that angry and that's saying something.", her eyes were cast down to her fingers as she forced a chuckle, missing the way Oscar frowned as he watched her or the way Draco kept glancing over to her. 

High risk. High risk. High risk.

"Well, at least we know there's some feeling in there, right?"

"Don't know if that's what we should take from that, pretty boy.", Astrid grinned, patting his shoulder mockingly, "How was your summer? Got all tan in Spain, I see."

"Was amazing, Emmi's fifth birthday and mom got engaged to her new boyfriend."

"Thorfinn Rowle? Well, tell her my congratulations.", Astrid muttered, looking indifferent. Having grown up under the care of Severus Snape, Astrid knew few Death Eaters by name even if Severus had tried to keep her away from it as much as he could. Thorfinn Rowle was one name, that had been mentioned a lot more than others and Astrid wasn't sure if that was the right crowd for Oscar to be in.