The missing boys ✔

Part 1: The Weasleys

A young boy with red hair and freckles was sitting at a desk littered with crumpled up parchment, page after page held sentences that were scratched out, or words that had been blotted with so many tears, they weren't legible anymore.

There was an old clock next to the little desk the boy was sitting at. It's face was illuminated by the lamplight and showed that it was well past midnight. The boy finally sat up and read the latest draft of what he had written. He nodded with satisfaction and threw away the old pieces.

He glanced around the room, pleased with himself that he had managed to make it look so tidy and grabbed an envelope and wrote one word on it in large messy letters:

Mum

He set down the envelope next to the letter to make sure that the ink would dry and reached under his bed, pulling out a beat up old rucksack. It was big and heavy (for him at least), and appeared to be packed full of objects.

He set it down next to his desk and walked over to the cage of his pet rat. The boy went to open the cage to pull the rat out, but he paused.

Turning back towards the letter, the child scribbled a postscript under his signature. Nodding to himself, the boy folded up the letter, stuffed it into its envelope, and went back to retrieve his rat.

"Well, Scabbers," he muttered to his pet, as he put him in the pocket of his robes. "I think we're all ready now."

The child blew out the flame in his lamp and slipped quietly out of his room and onto the staircase that went down a few floors.

Why do I have to live at the top? Ron groaned to himself, as his foot hit a creaky stair. So terrified he was of his plan being ruined, the boy spent ten minutes trying to get down the stairs in a way that wouldn't wake anyone up.

He was very relieved to reach to bottom of the stairs and he walked quietly into the kitchen. He knew exactly where he needed to put his letter. He had given it a great deal of thought and he figured he'd leave it in the one place that he knew for sure that his Mum would check.

The red head grabbed some spell-o tape off of the counter, put some on the envelope and, standing oh his tiptoes, he stuck it to the face of his mother's "Weasley Family" clock. The boy stepped back to make sure it was stuck on properly, then went quietly to the kitchen door and unlocked it.

He knew the moment he opened the door that he'd messed up. It shrieked at him loudly and he knew it would wake up his parents. How could he have forgotten about the protective charms his mother always used? Knowing he had very little time, the boy sprinted out the door as fast as he could.

His rucksack bounced up and down against him, straining his shoulders and making an awful racket. He heard Scabbers squeak in protest from his pocket, but he didn't pay any attention. He was going as fast as he could down the road, but he knew he was moving much too slowly.

Maybe I can try and apperate, like Dad. Thought the boy wildly. But where would I go? Think! I have to be well hidden, where no one can find me. Like Harry Potter! No one knows where he is, so I should go there!

So he paused in his running and turned on the spot like he had seen his parents and older brothers do so many times. He was thinking, about where he was going the way Bill said you had to in order to apperate.