No strings attached. A Ron Weasley love story.

No strings attached. (Ron Weasley)

Prolouge.

I walked slowly down the ruined hallway of the house. Bricks and rubble littered the floor, and blood stained the white carpets. I slowly opened the door at the end of the hallway, and fell to my knees. Lily Potter, green eyes glazed and dull, red hair fanned out behind her, was dead on the floor bedroom floor. Two babies where crying in a crib, but the sound of their tears seemed like background noise. I clutched Lily Potter's dead body to my heaving chest, tears rolling down my cheeks, the pieces of my heart, that had bern temporarily healed, were shattering.

"Oh, Lly. Lily, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Lily. Lily, I love you..." I sobbed.

I stroked her hair, my tears hitting her head and rolling onto the bllodstained ground. I sat there and wept, ignoring the cries and tears from the infants in the crib, until I heard footsteps coming up the staircase. I layed Lily back down onto the ground, my heart wretching.

"Is anybody up there?" A voice, rumbling like thunder, called. In desperation, I quickly snatched the baby girl from the crib, leaving the boy. I did not want nor care for him, as he reminded me to much of that wretched James.

I held the girl in my arms and disapparated outside. The cold air hit my skin like tiny knives, and I covered the child in my robes to shield her from the cold. I looked down at her through the robes, and noticed her hair was a brilliant shade of red, like her mother's had been. Her cries were dying down to soft whimpers, and eventually, she was asleep, breathing softly. I did not know her name. This child had been unknown to me until very recently, and I didn't want to name her something average. I decided on Belania. Though peculiar, she would not suspect any adoption had occured in her past. People would believe I would name her something so different. It was decied. This was my child. Belania Snape.