Dangerous {F.W}

SCARS

A/N: KINDA PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER!!! THE TEA HAS BEEN SERVED SIS.

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ROSIES POV

"We need to win this bet" It was George talking to Fred, most likely, that was all i heard before the pain came flooding back.

'What bet?'

'Was I a bet?'

'I was played, Wasn't I?' All these questions accumulated around my head whizzing from right to left, up and down.

'Why?' was the biggest question i asked myself before i fell back into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke up to cold hands plodding at my open wounds, 'Father' was all i could think about, I shot up, my eyes open and my body stiff.

"Woah, calm down dearie, you're ok" Molly spoke sweetly and gave me a weak smile. I took in my surroundings, I was sitting on a couch, everywhere smelled like cinnamon and apple pie, i was smiling to myself, my shirt was missing but was replaced with a blanket. I had a white bandage on my left shoulder being supported by my chest and torso leaving most of my stomach and back exposed. I started to get up,

"No no, you must rest." Molly said again placing her hand on my good shoulder.

"Where's my shirt? I need my shirt." I stood back up, i did not want anyone else to see my scars, panicking I ignored Mollys request for me to sit. I Walked around and trying to find my balance again. I had my right hand supporting my head that had a killer migraine. "What happened?" I finally spoke, my voice sounded weak, i could hear it.

"You got hit with a bludger and then fell." Molly said faintly, "Come along, into the kitchen, i need to get some more disinfectant for your scrapes, you were out for a couple hours, everyone went into Diagon Alley until tomorrow, they left around an hour and a half ago." She supported me until i was sitting at the table, my back exposed to the entrance of the room.

Molly left but the pain did not, it was ongoing and brutal.

I heard my name being called, i looked around, i was alone,' typical' I said to myself but the whispering did not stop. I was being spoken to softly by my, sister? Her voice was sweet and light, I remembered it as clear as the day she died, i shook my head but she called again getting louder until it was a screaming, the noise did not stop, it as if she were scraping the inside of my skull with her nails.

"Get out of my head!" I snapped as i pounded the table with my good fist. It stopped.

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FREDS POV

A thud came from the kitchen, 'I thought the others were in Diagon Alley'. I crept to the entrance of the kitchen and there sat Rosie, heavy breathing and sweating.

Her back was bare, of clothes yes, but not of scars. Her back was painted from different sized and shaped scars. Some were old and some were chillingly new, her skin was pale in most areas but in others, bruised, with long and white gashes horizontally and vertically placed. 'Who did this?' I could feel my feet grounded in the earth and the shock that was on my face.

I was shellshocked, I couldn't move I could just stare. "Fred dear, come." My mum pulled me away from the horrific scene into a different room far away, "Mum, who did that to her?" Was all i could say.

"Im not sure, it's none of our concern honey." Mum said,

"But-"

"It is none of our business!" She shushed me glancing over her back in the direction of the Kitchen.

"Do me a favour dearie, go up to her room and find a loose jumper, not a tight one." I nodded and walked towards the stairs looking back at the damaged girl.

I arrived at the room and made my way towards the dresser, i reached for one of the handles when my eyes met with a letter on the bed, kind of scrunched up. I let my hand drop and reach for the note. I read it and i shouldn't have. Her Father had written to her;

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.

"These people" I scoffed at his words, is this really what her family though of us, was she mocking us? How we lived? I felt anger bubble in my veins, i re-read the note and was even more angered.

"How dare she!" I yelled in a hushed tone i clenched my fists crushing the letter with them. I was pissed, properly pissed, I stomped down the stairs towards the kitchen, i was going to confront her. The smell of watermelon and coconut hit me like a ton of bricks, ah she smelled so nice , 'get it together' I thought and mentally slapped myself.

I entered the kitchen and she was being tended to by mum, her back facing me. Mum noticed me and then my empty hands, i received a look of pure disappointment and she stood up.

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ROSIES POV

Molly stood up but i didn't notice, my mind was tugging me back to the thought of the word 'bet' and then it clicked. I felt someone come up beside me and i was ripped out of my thoughts when a small bit of parchment landed out in front of me. My eyes widened.

"Care to explain?" I heard Freds voice but it wasn't his regular music to my ears it was harsh and forced. I looked up at him, he was clenching his fists and his eyebrows were knitted together in utter anger. I stood up slowly, the pain in my shoulder was agonising.

"Well?" I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. "'These people?'" he read from the paper and i flinched at his tone "What are we to you? a joke clearly." I opened my mouth to object but he carried on

"You are an awful human being, a monster, your family aught to be ashamed of you!" He yelled at me. My tears were on the brink of overflowing,

"You have no right to judge my family just because we don't own a manor or wear fancy cloths or can afford the latest broom." I felt the tears streaming down my face, why was he saying this? I loved their family like i loved mine when i was five.

"Im the monster?" I asked as i straightened up my voice cracking and the tears dripping down my face, "How dare you call me the monster! I am no monster, i do not judge anyone. that is my father not me." I Let out a shaky breath and looked straight into his eyes.

"If anyone is the monster here it's you."His jaw dropped he stepped closer, "I AM NO MONSTER!"

"You know i wondered why you were so nice to me, a Slytherin, and i figured it out." He froze in his tracks, "I figured out that the only reason you were nice to me was for a bet, oh i heard you and George talking." Her heart shattered at the realisation it was true from his facial expressions.

"So tell me, how much was i worth? 10 sickles? 100 sickles? Five Galleons? No, no 10, yes ten galleons, that's a lot of money." Tears were now making my vision foggy.

"Not for you"he snapped back.

"You want to win this bet? Fine." I took a deep breath, "I liked you like really fucking liked you, just when i let myself love and let go of my past, I get broken yet again. So congratulations! Well fucking done, bravo, You broke me, Fred Weasley." I looked at his face drop at my words, he had a watery glaze covering his eyes. I reached for my bag that was laying on the back of the couch and rummaged through it dumping all of my one galleon coins onto the floor. He opened his mouth to speak but i was not done,

"I may be wealthy, yes, but you have one thing i want more than anything in the world that not even money could buy."

"Oh yeah? What is it then?" He had gathered his courage standing tall. his head held high.

"A family" I said bluntly walking up the stairs.

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A/N: HEHE THERE YOU GUYS GO!