15 year old Bronwyn Weasley is stuck in a house that's not a home all summer. As a result she finds herself mentally declining to the point of being unable to spend any time around the rest of her family. One trip into the library to avoid the naggi...
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Forty Five
Burning at the Burrow
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When does a house no longer become a home. For some it's as simple as the moment that you no longer reside within the halls. When someone else takes over the mantle of the home and when the feeling of comfort becomes a distance memory. For Bronwyn she had thought that the Burrow ceased to be her home the moment her mother had kicked her out, when she had been brought to the Zabini's and found her home to have shifted. But as she packed to return to the very home she had grown up in, spent her entire childhood in Bronwyn reflected more. And the more she thought the more she realised that the Burrow, it had not been her home for a long time. Years potentially.
Bronwyn had never had her own room within the home, unlike her older brothers before her other than the twins, Bronwyn had shared her room as long as she could remember. Her parents had roomed the two daughters together as soon as it was safe enough to do so. Just like they had the twins. Almost instantly bundling the two girls together as if they were one. Even when Ginny and Bronwyn had never been similar in their entire lifetimes. Their entire existence. And Ginny with her stronger personality had always been bigger in the sense of being than Bronwyn had ever been, This had reflected in their room as well. Ginny's property, her patterns her designs took over. Bronwyn finding herself resigned to just a small corner of the room barely above her own bed.
Yet it had never been just the room situation that had made Bronwyn feel disconnected from the creeking halls raggedy stairs and old wallpaper plastered upon the walls. The room had been a small factor against it all, but everything that felt like it caused the cessation of her bond with the home, it all came from her mother. Molly Weasley had only ever seemed to have wanted sons, when anyone asked her about her children she would talk about the boys for hours, and the girls not so much. Yet this had started to change when Bronwyn was nine, and not in the way she wanted it to.
Bronwyn could easily recall the summer when she was nine, the very one where her mother sat her down at the dinner table and shared with the eldest daughter what her plans were for the girl. Molly had made it clear from a young age that Bronwyn's future would revolve around Harry James Potter. Instructions began early; how to ensure that everything Harry wants is met, how to get Harry to like her, how to get Harry to fall in love with her. It had been obvious early on that Molly Weasley had big plans for her oldest daughter and each of these plans revolved around the 'boy who lived' and turning him into her son-in-law.
It just sucked for Molly that Bronwyn when she had first met Harry, even when she had listened to her mother's words over and over again, had never felt any form of attraction to the boy. Sure she supposed she could consider Harry attractive in a basic way with his dark brown curls, and green eyes. But Bronwyn had barely actually developed feelings for Harry as a friend yet alone more than a friend. Whens he looked back at those early years of friendship when they had been eleven, twelve and even thirteen Bronwyn could not distinguish the time where she acted out of an actual friendship to the boy or when it was an act to follow the clear guidelines and expectations set out by her mother. All of it was a mystery to her.
