𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲

This chapter is horrible &
messy, sorry y'all.

I had finally caught onto exactly why there home was referred to as the burrow; Rabbits have babies at rapid paces and there's not an
corner that I could turn in this house without
running into a Weasley child.

Quite funny the name was.

Four days had passed since my arrival and during that small span a unexpected comfort has washed over me. The Weasley family lived so differently from any family that I'd ever met,
they seemed to actually love each other.

Not tolerate each other as Mr Nott and Theodore did - or my father did me at some moments of time. Their family's bond was genuine and their lack of luxuries didn't seem too bother any one of them. I admired that, sure I loved living in my chateau,

But I'd much rather be surrounded by the feeling of love and acceptance than have the expensive gifts thrown at me after a forgotten birthday or missed holiday.

Aside from the few migraines that I get, the pain that I suffered from the torture curse had finally withered away. And I'd felt much better mentally and physically,

My body leaned against the frame of Ron's bedroom door, silently watching as he and Harry played a game of chest.

There'd been a unsettling tension between Harry Potter and I - during dinner he spent the entire time boldly staring at me with anger. If I had been downstairs helping Ron or Ginny with something he'd been upstairs.

He avoided me at all cost,

And I think that was the smartest decision because I'd been itching to harm him for the past two months. Even more since I now know he's been accusing me of having relations with the death of professor Dumbledore,

"I need to go home.." My words quickly drawled Ron's attention, blue eyes alarmed while looking up at me.

A sarcastic sound left Harry's lips and I'd already knew what was going in his mind - though that doesn't bother me and I didn't even pay the brunette any mind.

"Straight to the point huh?" Ron mutters, looking back down at the checker board and resuming his game with Harry. Perhaps it was wrong to say that without saying good morning but I'd rather not beat around the bush.

I enjoyed it here but I needed to be sure that my father was doing okay - I needed to make sure that he was breathing. Those words Freya shouted during our argument haunted me and
keeps me awake during the night.

Now that I was going well, I need to handle everything that has been bothering me lately. What did Stephanie tell my friends? And why haven't they tried too contact me knowing that me and her despise each other? Everything just wasn't puzzling together.

After a minute of silence, Harry took the hint that me and Ron need to have a conversation.
Pushing his circle glasses on his face he rolled his eyes and stood up, nearly bumping into me as he made his exit from the room.

Ron placed the checkerboard on his nightstand, "You need to go this instant..?
What if that lady comes back for you?"

"I'm not really thinking of that Ron." I truthfully responded, pursuing my lips. Stephanie finding me was the last of my worries at the moment,

My father's safety was my biggest concern; There's something that their keeping from me.
And I didn't understand why - if he'd passed of course I'd take it hard but I deserve to know.
Not be kept in the dark and forced to live with Stephanie with no valid reasoning.

"Well I think it should be, I know that you don't want to talk about whatever they did Moons but--"

"You promised." I interrupted his words, recalling what he told me. In the last four days I've made it obvious that I didn't want to talk about what happened the night that he came. So I'm not sure why he'd even bring that up,