Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟚- Christmas

I am with dearest sorrows to inform all of you that Miss. Poppy S. Bigbootybuttcheeks, has been murdered. The killer hasn't been found.

Poppy's evil twin sister, Toppy will be taking over.

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Ron, Harry, Hermione, and I, had arrived back at the Burrow just in time for Christmas dinner. Molly had made the most wonderful meal, like always, and I tried my very best to forget everything that had happened. 

Dinner was awkward. Everyone was silent, except for Bill, who was casually talking about his work.

Ron had whispered into my ear that after the whole party fiasco, his mom flipped out and yelled at him for 3 hours straight.

Arthur had seemed to be calmer about the situation.

I think that we all just collectively decided not to talk about me being pregnant with Ron's offspring for the time being. After all, it was Christmas.

"I'm quitting my job to join the Order," Bill finally said.

Molly slammed her fork and knife onto the table. Everyone jumped. She was already not in a good mood and hearing this made it even worse.

"No, no, absolutely not, you are not putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You have a good, well-paying job and, you are not going to give it up," you could see the rage in Molly's eyes.

We all sat there, uncomfortable.

After a brief pause, Bill stood up.

"I understand your concern, mother. But I have already made up my mind," he grabbed his plate and went into the kitchen.

Silence.

Molly froze. You could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. She got up and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Arthur sank his head into his hands.

"Well," Fred mumbled.

My face started to heat up. I felt partly responsible for Molly's outburst and the tension at the dinner table. Ron put his hand in mine under the table and squeezed.

I poked at my food and then went in to take a bite of turkey. Before my fork could reach my mouth, I felt as though someone punched me in my stomach.

Everything hit me at once. I just got kidnapped, my parents could possibly be death eaters, I'm fucking pregnant-

My stomach felt like it turned inside out, and I started breathing unevenly.

"Can I be excused," before anyone could answer, I got up and ran upstairs. I found myself walking up the ladder to get into the attic. I locked the door and huddled up in the corner.

The attic was dark. I could barely see anything, except for the cobwebs and broken furniture.

I hugged my knees as tears rippled down my face. Everyone hated me. Ron probably hated me. I was so pathetic, so desperate to have friends and experience everything all those teenagers bragged about doing back home. I winded up, getting myself pregnant. Now I don't know what to do.

"Aurora? Are you in there?" It was Ron's voice. He was banging on the attic door.

"No," I sniffled.

"Please, just let me in,"

I wiped my eyes and crawled over to the attic door. I needed to talk to someone.

"Fine," I said, unlocking the door.

Ron came up carrying a little wrapped box in one of his hands. My name was written in his messy handwriting on the top.