salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

the awkward dinner

The shittest 2 weeks of Electra's life. The past 2 weeks truly had been the shittest weeks of her life. She spent the day cooped up in her room doing homework, reading and drawing. Her father was at work all day and only saw his daughter at dinner, dinner with Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny Weasley. But worst of all, Hermione Granger. Electra only left her room for dinner and breakfast, the worst parts of her day. She tried her hardest to avoid conversation with anyone other than her father, but that proved to be difficult; and the sound of a new arrival was sure to make her stay worse.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, lots of commotion occurring downstairs. Electra sheepishly walked out of her room and peered down the stairs from the top landing. She walked down a few steps to get a better view of Harry Potter's grand entrance, whilst keeping out of sight. Her father, along with other members of the Order, had gone and collected Harry from the Dursley's and bring him back to Grimmauld Place. Electra assumed that he would be spending the rest of the summer here, the thought instantly making her grimace.

"What is this place?" he questioned whilst getting aware of his surroundings.

"The headquarters of the Order, but we'll get to that lat-" Ron began.

"Order?" Harry immediately interrupted, his frustration and blindness of the situation was evident.

"Of the Phoenix! It was started by Dumbledore back in the First Wizarding War," Hermione informed him.

"Why didn't you guys owl me?" Harry's questions were spoken very sharp and with attitude. Electra was rolling her eyes all the way up on the top floor. Who did Potter even think he was?

"Harryyy," Hermione whined, "Tell us about the letter! You got expelled?"

"Dementors. Everywhere Hermione. I cast the Patronus Charm, next thing I know there's a howler telling me I'm expelled from Hogwarts," Harry sighed, perched on the steps with his head on his hands, his friends towered over him. Electra was listening intently as she slowly and quietly walked down the steps, a smirk filled her face when hearing of Harry's misfortune.

"Bloody hell. Dementors in Little Whinging?"

"I know. I have a hearing at the Ministry next week,"

"Boo hoo, Harry Potter in trouble for once! Such a hard, hard life!" Electra butted in, walking down the steps with her sarcastic comments. "It's about time someone taught you a lesson for once, Potter. We don't all get special privileges," Harry gave her a dead look that went straight through her before turning back to his two friends.

"What is she doing here?" he spat aggressively, acting as if she wasn't even there.

"Mason Travers. He's her father. Auror, member of the Order... he escorted you here.." Harry nodded understanding who Hermione was talking about. "So yeah, she's living here as well. With us." He looked up at her once more; Electra gave a sarcastic smile and waved.

"Yeah... just don't talk us," Harry concluded getting up off the steps. "Show me to my room, please" The trio pushed passed her, following the steps up into Harry and Ron's room.

Electra ran down into the kitchen where her father was sat at the table with Moody, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius and Molly, the six of them engrossed in conversation and laughter

"Dad, I can NOT stay here for the rest of the summer. They're so irritating! The lot of them! Those twins and their pranks and don't even get me started on Granger-" her head was hot with fury.

"It's called having character, sweet heart." he chuckled awkwardly, looking at the others whilst patting her back. "And you're going to have to get used to it. This is our lives right now," he smiled sympathetically back at her.