Dangerous {F.W}

LETTERS

Charlie and Bill had arrived the next day, two days until Christmas, and Rosie had taken a particular interest in Charlie's line of work,

"Wait so you work with dragons in Romania? Have you worked with any Swedish Short Snout or Peruvian Viper Tooth, i heard that the Hungarian Horntails are extremely dangerous!" Rosie was super excited, first of all its a dangerous job therefore Father wouldn't approve which is a bonus and second its dragons, who doesn't like dragons?

Charlie was bombarded with all sorts of questions and he never failed to answer one. Bill and the twins watched as Charlie and Rosie talked furiously back and forth, Bill finding it quite amusing at Charlie's facial expressions and trying to hide a giggle.

George gave his brother the look 'really?' with raised eyebrows, "Charlie, you never asked her second name, i believe you will find it very.... interesting." Fred nudged George as Charlie gave him a puzzled look, Rosie gave Fred the 'Please don't' look.

"Its Wagner!" George suddenly blurted out then covering his hand over her mouth. Charlie looked at Bill who had a frown creeping onto his face, Bill then turned around and left without another word. "Relation to Wil-" Charlie began,

"He's my father but i never see him so he's basically not, trust me i am uncomfortable with him being my father figure, well, technically he isn't a father fig-." Rosie stopped rambling and mentally faced palmed herself for showing some kind of weakness. Feeling the heat make it's way onto her face she got up from the table and looked over to a very smug looking George and annoyed Fred. She fumbled up the stairs and finally got to Rons room.

As she flopped down onto her bed her owl Apollo swooped in and landed on her nightstand. A letter was attached to his foot, she reached out to unroll it,

Rosie;

I have received word that you are staying with The Weasley family, I am disappointed on you for befriending these people, they are not like us, they never will be. You keep hanging around them i will be forced to take extreme measures, any mention of their name tied with ours is bad for my image. Do not be a disappointment.

W. Wagner.

Rosie sighed as she read the letter, tears stared to sting her eyes, 'I don't want to be a disappointment' she thought. She felt beyond embarrassed, mortified and furious, she got up and went towards the desk, pulled out her quill and ink, then started writing.

Father,

I hate you, I hate everything about you, I hate how I am scared to call you my father, I hate how i can never feel safe in my own home, I hate how I tiptoe around you, I hate how i can never speak freely, I hate how people look at me when i say my name. They look at me like I'm a disease that cannot be cured. People are scared to befriend me because of you and i will never forgive you. You make me sick. Me loving you is my death sentence. Just know that i hope you leave my life for good.

Rosie sighed and wiped her tears off with the end of her, she re read the note. "I can't believe i just said that." She whispered to herself, she was never going to actually send him that note, she would be ripped apart by her father and then shunned from the Wagner name. The note in her hands from her father was placed on top of her bed,

"Rosie! Do you want to go play quidditch? You could be beater!" Ginny asked from outside the doorway. "Coming!" She shouted, she needed to let of some steam, and hitting a bewitched sphere hard was the way to do it

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The weather was beautiful outside, there was a layer of snow around the fields. Rosie was wrapped up in a big expensive looking coat, mittens, a pair of light wash black jeans and boots. She mounted her broom along side Ginny who threw her a bat, and with that she took off into the sky. She stopped finally after she was higher than the roof of the house, looking down at the twins with scowls on their faces. George looked like he was about to throw a tantrum when he found out Ginny had given Rosie HIS bat. Landing gracefully on the ground she looked at Fred with confusion.

"Here, you can use mine Georgie." George rolled his eyes at Fred's offer and then snatched it out of his hands. "Don't worry, thank you for offering, Rosie " George mumbled sarcastically under his breath towards Rosie, he sneered at her with his head hung low. Rosie looked at him then at Fred who gave him a weak smile, she frowned as she mounted her broom.

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FREDS POV

Rosie and George were beaters, Ginny was seeker, Charlie (i still cant believe he wanted to play after the kitchen) Was a chaser and I was the keeper. It wasn't ideal to play a real match we were just trying to score points. I had always thought that you needed to be a guy to be a beater but Rosie changed my mind in a flash.

She was amazing, swift, fast and Bloody strong, whacking bludgers with force. I couldn't help my eyes to follow her, it was memorising, "Fred! What has gotten into you?!" Charlie cried when he scored yet another point. "Ah right, sorry, ya" I shook my head and tried to focus, Carlie trying to hide his know-it-all smirk.

The game was getting more intense, the bludger was getting closer and closer to hitting people. George was still annoyed at Rosie and his anger was shown whilst hitting the bludger. My back was turned for a moment,

"WHACK!" is all i heard then Ginny's blood curdling scream. I whipped my head around to find Rosie falling from her boom hitting he snow with a loud 'thump'. She wasn't moving instead she was in an uncomfortable position. Charlie ran over to her and picked her up bridal style rushing her into the house, Ginny was in tears whilst George tried to play off his innocence, i shot him a death glare.

I ran in after Ginny into the living room where Rosie was lying down, she had a messed up shoulder and scraped face that was probably going to scar.

"What in Merlins name happened?" Bill and Mum had rushed out of the kitchen looking furious.

"We were playing quidditch and - the game was getting intense and -she got hit - with a bludger." Ginny said trying to calm herself down. Mum was frantic, running around rying to find the med kit whilst trying to scold George for his carelessness.

I pulled George aside behind the couch, "Why did you do that?" He looked at me and shrugged, "Do what?" "You know what!" I said my voice slightly raised. "Woah calm down, since when did you care? You can't get attached, we need this money, we need to win this bet."

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A/N: THIS WAS A BIT OF A DRAMATIC CHAPTER  BUT WHY NOT? IN THE NEXT CHAPTER TEA IS GOING TO BE SPILLED AND FISTS ARE GOING TO BE THROWN (METAPHORICALLY), GET READY!