𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

The grass that we landed on was hard,
uncomfortable would even be the more so correct term to describe it.

Between that and the uneven feeling of my digestive system twisting all up, the urge to puking comes easy - apparrating was always something that my stomach didn't agree with.
Forcing myself too turn over on all fours, vomit begins escaping from my lips flowingly.

My vision becomes blurry with tears as everything that I'd eaten yesterday continues too come up. When the familiar taste of blood fills my mouth I slap my hand over my mouth, refusing to allow it to come up.

Did the torture curse reopen the scar that Harry placed in the back of my head?

"I'm sorry--" I uttered, remembering that across from me was Ron.

"You don't have too apologize," Ron interrupted my words, placing his hand into
my curly hair and holding it away from my face. "That's silly to apologize,"

With the back of my hand I wiped my mouth,
rubbing the smeared blood against my jeans.
An soothing cold breeze makes me remember that we've apparated somewhere and my eyes began examining my unfamiliar surroundings, I winced out loudly when the rising sun shines
directly into my heavy eyes,

In front of us was a tall almost irregular looking home - it was unlike one that I had ever visited before. Surrounded by grass nearly the same height as me was a tall home, well it more so looked like an stone barn with added
floor levels stacked on top of it.

I'd never seen anything like it - and maybe that's why the building sparked my interest.
Then I noticed a barely hanging sign stuck inside of the ground near the entering door: THE BURROW - like an small animal hole.

"...Is this your home?" I wondered the complete obvious.

Ron wrapped his arm around my waist, bending slightly to help me off of the ground.
"Nothing compared to yours, right?" The red head remarked almost tauntingly.

"It's nothing wrong with your home," My words were feeble and breathless. "Unlike mines, it actually looks like children live here --and enjoy doing so."

He chuckled at my words, shaking his head slightly while leading me to the exotic home.
He laughs again when I nearly get myself entangled into the grass - was it even normal for grass to grow this tall?

Just when I'm about to sneer something sarcastic to him the situation that I am in finally sinks in; I was currently being guided
into the home belonging to the Weasley's, the same exact family that I had called everything
displeasing that I could ever think of.

What if they sent me away? I knew exactly how my father had reacted to them being in our home - I can only imagine how his parents would react to me being here - and only Merlin knew how bad I looked right now.

"Wait.... is--" I quickly said, my words sounding all stuck together. I paused for a moment, collecting my panicking thoughts before speaking out. "Is your family going too be okay with me being here?"

Ron shrugged. "Just don't call them blood traitors or anything relating to that.. or the things you've called me."

I try too recall all the offensive things that I have ever called Ron - but there was so many that I could not even remember half of them. But in my defense, Ron did deserve some of the things that I've said about him.

When he pushes the door open I bite my tongue, harder than I should've, trying to overcome the nerve I felt with a sort of pain.
Not knowing exactly what to expect,

My mouth runs dry as I gathered many conspiracy's in my head at how bad this current situation could go - his parents could turn me away and write Stephanie or worse my father and send me out of their home.