AN IDLE HEART ✷ Ron Weasley.

𝟬𝟰. there it is again, that funny feeling

01. — 04.
tw. eating disorder

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Astrid was dreaming. There was a little girl, about five or six, black long hair messily tied to two braids and a dark blue dress; yellow stars etched upon soft fabric with white, dirty stockings, one ripped at the shin streched up to the knee, the other one bunched up around her ankle. Childlike giggles filled the eerie silence, then a thud and the girl was lying in the grass; tripped over a root in the grass and smashed her face on a stone.

"Astrid? Astrid!", a boy, the same age as the girl, ran over to her, almost tripping over the root himself. His blonde hair was flying wildly through the air, as he came rushing to her side, "Are you alright?"

The girl — Six-year old Astrid stood up quickly. Her nose was bleeding and she grinned, showing off a row of white teeth, now stained red. Draco gasped, a soft hand reaching out to touch her nose.

"Let's get inside. Severus will know what to do."

He softly touched her hand, slowly dragging her to Malfoy Manor. The door to the dining room stood open, Draco's mother Narcissa leaning against the doorframe. As they got closer to the dining room, the younger Astrid got more restless; hastily trying to wipe the blood of her face with the end of her sleeve.

"Astrid?", Narcissa gasped, quick steps drawing closer, "What happened?"

"Tripped.", Astrid muttered uneasily, not daring to meet Narcissa's eye. Narcissa's face softed and turned to look at the men, sitting around a large table in the dining room — Astrid didn't know at it at the time, but that was the last death eater meeting after he had died.

"Come here.", Narcissa whispered, her voice one of a concerned mother. She pulled Astrid into her embrace, leading her further into the dinning room.

"What if he comes back? What if he thinks we weren't loyal to him?"

Thorfinn Rowle was pacing the marbled floor, his steps quick and harsh.

"Thorfinn," a cold voice sneered. Blonde, long hair and sharp cheekbones — Lucius Malfoy, "The mark is pale and dead. We all know that. We will know, when he comes back and we will come back to him."

"Severus?", Narcissa's soft voice cut through the tension like a knive, "Astrid fell and is bleeding."

Astrid saw the way his face fell, as his eyes fell on her tiny frame trying to hide behind Narcissa.

"Narcissa," Lucius stressed, "This is an important meeting. The good-for-nothing girl just needs to be more graceful and leave Severus alone. It's not like he wanted to take care of her."

Astrid could still the way her heart had seemed to stop in her chest. He didn't want her?

"Now, get her out of my face. I can't stand a dirty bloodtraitor's dau—"

"Lucius!", Severus' voice was angry, as he stood up, his chair scraping back with a creak; but Astrid was already gone from Narcissa's side, her pigtails flying in the wind as she rushed away to the sheer endless gardens of the Malfoys, hot tears spilling from her cheek.

"Astrid? Astrid! Astrid!", Draco's panicked voice echoed through the gardens, as his footsteps followed her.

"Astrid!" Ron.

The lights were on in the Hogwarts Express and it was moving again as Astrid woke up; the floor under her vibrating as the train sped along the landscape. Ron was leaning over her, his face conformed into one of worry, "Star! Merlin, I thought you were dead!", he exclaimed, his hand immediately at her back, helping her sit up.