Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 2: A new life.

There it was, the center of my nightmares. My mother was lying dead on the couch. I knew she was dead. Her once beautiful face was distorted and discolored with blue lips and a vacant expression. I knew it as soon as I saw her arm dangling limply off the side of the couch. Even more so, I knew it when father was nowhere to be seen.

               I stood there looking for I don’t know how long. The horror of it all wouldn’t seem to leave my mind. It couldn’t be happening. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in my hands. My thoughts seemed intelligible. The ache in my chest became more pronounced by the minute. My heart shattered watching the coroner take her body away. I can honestly say I don’t remember much. Dad wasn’t around and I was filled with panic and despair. I fell to my knees again screaming, crying, and begging them to put her back where she was. Nobody would listen. Nobody cared. Death was nothing but the end of a memory.

               I fought against Mr. Weasley for what seemed like hours before I finally submitted and let him take me away from my home, from the life I once knew. Hours, maybe even minutes later, I was standing in front of the Burrow. I’m not sure why, but I was shocked to see it. I wasn’t sure where I expected Mr. Weasley to take me, but it wasn’t there.

               I woke the next morning sleeping next to Ginny. I got up slowly trying not to wake her. I crept down the stairs but a voice held me back.

“Read the letter, dear.”                                                                                                  

“Again? Well, alright. After this it has to be burned. Guinevere cannot ever read this. She is just a child.”

“I agree. This is better left unknown.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Weaselbee… He doesn’t even know our name…,” I head a male voice tell the woman voice. It’s safe to assume it was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley speaking.  “I’m writing to tell you that by the time you get this my wife will be dead and I will be long gone. She will not have a home with me. Tabetha had to die. She is what her family called a Seer. Guinevere will likely have the gift, all the women in her family did. These magical abilities are a disgrace. She is a disgrace. I can no longer pretend to not to be repulsed by this. I feel it would have been wrong of me to kill her as I did my wife; she is still a child and needs care. I hope she can eradicate these ‘abilities’ of hers before it is too late for her as well. I do not expect you to give her a home; I wouldn’t even want that filth scrubbing my floor. I just ask that you take her from the house and take to an orphanage. Doing so would eliminate my guilt, not that I should have any considering what she is. She will know the truth in time.”

               I stood at the door unable to move. The devastation and confusion that filled me before was back. Guilt surged through my veins. I was mean to my mother towards the end. I was angry at her lack of enthusiasm towards life, but most of all towards me.

               Thoughts raced through my mind but my brain wouldn’t function. I kept replaying it in my mind. How did I not see this? I didn’t have time to even think about moving when I heard another voice.

“We cannot just put her in an orphanage. The family loves her. All of us.”

“After seeing her on the floor this morning I wouldn’t have the heart to. She will live with us. Molly, you always wanted another daughter.”

“I know. I just hope she will accept us. I wouldn’t dream of having her anywhere else.”

“I don’t think its living with us she will mind. I think it will be processing it. This is a lot to place on a fourteen year old.”