The Weasley Child

Chapter 17

"Here we are, home sweet home!" my mum exclaims as our tiny car pulls up outside my parents house. They like to call it their "modest home", but in my opinion it's anything but modest. Made almost entirely out of stone the house stands three stories tall.

"I bet it's strange being back here, I'm sure it seems huge after wherever you've been staying." my dad says walking up and putting his arms around me. I casually shrug his shoulder off and go to grab my luggage from the trunk. Neither of my parents know anything about what's happened in my life recently, so I know he was not trying to insult the burrow.

"Actually, the place I stayed in had a few more floors." I bite my lip ashamed at myself for playing their game, yet when I look at the expression on my dads face I want to smile.

"Oh really?" my dad begins before mum cuts him off. "how lovely," she exclaims. "where were you staying again? With that boy, what was his name? Franklin Weebley?"

"It's Fred Weasley for your information." I say turning around and looking at my parents with a look on my face that i'm sure can only be described as disgust. "And he died. He died fighting for a cause, so now i'm left pregnant with his child and without my fiance."

My parents just stand there a stare at me for a second, my mums hand flying to cover her mouth and a look of sadness on her face. Meanwhile my father is showing a look of horror and disgust mixed together.

My parents just stand there a stare at me for a second, my mums hand flying to cover her mouth and a look of sadness on her face. Meanwhile my father is showing a look of horror and disgust mixed together.

"Oh Kerri, sweetie." My mum sobs as she runs over and warps her arms around me. I continue to stanring straight ahead at my father as her grip on me gets tighter and tighter.

"Why would you do this to us." He whispers through clenched teeth. He begins clenching and unclenching his fists, a habit of his that is associated with extreme anger.

"Do what? Fall in love, want a family!" I yell at him. My mum begins patting my back in an efford to calm me down.

"You are an embarassment! How could you do this to us, and without us ever meeting the boy or his family!" He yells as my mum continues to try and calm the two of us down. Unfortunatley it's a failed attempt.

"Oh what a load of shit! You were always ashamed of me, regardless what i did! I for once found someone who loved me as I was and now he's gone! You should be happy that it's over with."

"It's not over, your carrying that git's child."

I stare at him for a second before speaking. "You disgust me."

I run into the house and follow the path that at one point in my life was so familiar. After climbing two flights of stairs i'm outside my childhood room. Opening the doori'm greeted by the sight where so many old memories took place. The walls a light lilac with everything else inn the room being either white or black.

I sit on my bed and remeber being in this same spot at age eleven opening one of the very first letters that was ever addressed from me. The letter that changed my life.

As I sit there, I do what i've always done best in that room, cry.

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"Morning!" My mum exclaims cheerfully as she whisks open the curtains allowing the sunlight to light up the room. "Breakfast for my sweetum." She adds putting a tray of toast and orange juice on the bedside table.

This is how my day has started every morning for the past few weeks. She wakes me up, brings me breakfast, and then sits at the edge of my bed not speaking until I have finished. I figure she is waiting for me to say something, but it just hasn't seemed like tha right time yet.

She sits down on the edge of my bed as I pick up the first piece of toast. For some reason though, before I can even take a bite she speaks up. "How far along are you?"

I'm taken aback for a second, in the past two weeks she has not broken her routine once. "About twenty weeks."

"Oh, well that's quite well. While you were asleep your father recieved quite the stern talking to." She adds with a small smile on her face. "It was perfect."

"What did you say to him?" I ask before taking a drink of orange juice. I cannot believe my mum stood up to my dad like that, it is so out of character for her.

"Oh no, not me!" She exclaims. "A red-haired lad showed up and demanded to speak to him! He gave him an earful alright."

"George?" I whisper to myself shocked, how could he have known what my dad was thinking.

"Was his name George...oh my I can't remeber. Yes, yes i believe it was! Well this George fellow is quite brave standing up to your father. It was quite amazing, he also told me to tell you that you're welcome back at someplace called "the burrow"? He said to come back."

"He did?" I say trying to conceal the smile spreading across my face. I look down at my hands and begin fidgeting as a warm feeling spreads through my body. George came all the way here? He talked to my dad, who is quite scary when he's mad. Its too sweet. "Is he still here?" I ask getting out of bed and pjtting on a bathrobe.

"Oh no! I escorted him out and made sure he understood you had no interest to returning to this place he was talking about!"

I stop and my tracks and turn to face my mom. "Why would you tell him that."

She comes towards me with a smile on her face that gives me an eerie feeling. As she hugs me its uncomdortably tight. "Because darling, we lost you once. There is no way I'm going to allow you to leave again. Ever."

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