Dangerous {F.W}

ON THE ROCKS

THIRD POV

The house was silent, Rosie was in Ron's room, packing a backpack with the essentials, money, clothes, her wand, her walker music player and a spare change of bandages. She had had enough, it was clear that she was not wanted in this household by more than one person.

"The others aren't coming back until tomorrow, gives me time to get home and send an owl." She repeated out loud, the clock on her nightstand read 8.11pm. "Time" The voice from earlier was echoing in the back of her mind, she had chosen to believe that she hit her head too hard.

Brixton had already collected her trunk but Rosie insisted that she gets some 'fresh air' instead of apparating. Fred and her have not seen each other, Rosie was too upset and Fred was too ashamed, he knew she was right. Before making a final sweep of the room she sat down at the desk and wrote,

Dear Mr & Mrs Weasley;

Thank you for letting me stay here, it has been the the best Christmas i have had in a long time, I have to leave due to family issues which i would really not like to burden you with. I really hope you do not mind, i will be safe so no need to worry, your house is lovely and you should be extremely proud of your family. Please accept my gifts in return for your hospitality. Have a wonderful holiday.

Merry Christmas ;

-R

Rosie lied, it had been nice of them to open her with open arms but she felt like she did not belong. She strode across the room yanking her backpack and gift bag in tow, she crept down the flights of stairs, careful not to wake up Molly or peak Freds interest. Molly had gone to sleep after she had heard whisper shouts and thought it best to deal with it tomorrow in the morning.

Upon entering the kitchen she set the note on the table along with the bag of gifts, she was sad, sad because no matter how hard she tried she could never have a normal life not like the Weasley family. She frowned at the thought of not being there to see Ginny's reaction to her gift, she even got The whole Weasley family , including Percy and Ron, Hermione and Harry gifts. Her left arm ached and she just wanted to sleep.

Changing direction she walked for the front door, she hesitated, why did she hesitate? Was it the fact that she didn't want to ruin the Weasleys Christmas? Or was it the fact that she was going to be alone, again. The thought brushed over her head as she opened the door to the nippy cold air.

And so her journey began, a fifteen year old girl wandering the deserted streets at night alone whilst temporarily maimed.

She reached the edge of the dive way, stopping and looking back at the wonderfully crooked house where so much love was spread. The house was lit with different types of lights, her eyes followed the beams until she landed on Ron's window.

Rosie blinked back the tears and ignored the dry lump in her throat she turned on her heel and walked.

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FREDS POV

The house was quiet, oddly quiet. There was no sound from Ron's room, not a squeak. Odd. I heard the front door open and close, my instincts told me to go and see her, i feel horrible of saying those things.

Rons door was closed. I knocked, no answer, again, again. I turned the knob and poked my head through the slit letting light flood the room. It was empty, and clean. The bed was made and the floor was tidied. I fully stepped into the room, all her stuff was gone, her smell was gone too, no quills or muggle books. Nothing.

I walked over to the large window and stood in front of it, a figure with a white bandage was walking away then suddenly stopped, rotated on their heal and looked back at the house. "Rosie" I whispered as she started walking in the pitch black only leaving a silhouette of a lonely girl.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen when i was greeted with a note and a bag. She left due to 'family issues'. I scoffed. I went back up to bed, my mind telling me "If something bad happens to her, it's on you." repeatedly.

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ROSIES POV

The frost bit at my nose as i walked through the small muggle town i had seen from Rons window. It was quiet. I stopped walking as i entered a local pub, it was warm and cosy but empty. The Bartender gave me a suspicious look but went back to shining glasses. I sat on the stool a few places away from him and cleared my throat,

"Hmm, Could i get a Jack Daniels, on the rocks?" He raised his eyebrows but did as i asked.

"Single or double?" He asked in his Scottish accent. "Single" He handed me the glass, i pulled out my wallet for muggle money

"It's on the house, looks like you had a rough day." His voice was really deep.

"Oh man, you have no idea." I stared blankly ahead twisting the glass on the oak counter my vision getting unfocused. "Thanks" I said finally. He just nodded.

I downed my whiskey, enjoying the stinging sensation down my throat. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a 50 pound note and slapped it onto the counter on my way out, "Merry Fucking Christmas." I said and he gave me a nod and a low chuckle.

I walked for a little longer when a bright purple bus swooshed passed me, a tall lanky man stood there with cards in his hands reading off them, "welcome to the Night Bus Service, a service for young stranded witches or wizards, where can we take you this evening?" he spoke in a monotone voice.

I hopped onto the bus, "Wagner Manor, Dorset." He ushered me through onto the ground floor, "You heard the lass, Take it away Ern!" a voice called from the front of the bus. I plopped down onto one of the seats towards the back of the bus, I pulled out my Walker and drowned out my thoughts, only focusing on the music.

Around half an hour later the bus screeched to a prompt stop. I got off the bus and was greeted with a pair of tall steel gates and two men who bowed at my presence. "Ah father being over dramatic" I sighed and the gates creaked open. The walk was far too long for my liking but slowly the Manor came into view. It was well lit, and it always seemed to take my breath away. it could house thirteen people easily, it even had its own ballroom and double staircases that met at the top in the middle. Everything was marble.

"Glad to have you back Miss Wagner" Brixton said in a low bow, at the double door doorway, his hair was slicked back and he wore a white tux.

"Glad to be back" I said sarcastically. I hauled myself up to my room which was on the third floor, it was green, shocker, with with a white and gold marble ensuite bathroom with a spacious bathtub and double sinks with full length mirrors horizontally. My bed was a king size with green silk sheets and a black wardrobe with full body mirror opposite. Glass windows covered the whole left side of my room, looking over the sea.

I drew my curtains closed (they were black, obviously) and for the first time ever, i cried myself to sleep.