The Horror Of Being Ron Weasley

Ron Weasley sat in his room. Orange plastered the walls, the ceiling, everything. It was all covered in Chudley Cannon merchandise. He stared down at the parcel in his hands. An envelope was tied on with the words Happy Birthday scribbled on. It was all for Harry, in two days time he would turn fifteen. Ron had already turned fifteen on March first. "Well, Pig do you think that you can do it?"

Pigwidgeon fluttered around his cage, excited to go on a little journey. Ron got up, opened the cage and let him out. "Ouch! Pig, stop it!" Pig zoomed out bouncing off the wall into Ron.

He tied the package to Pig and carried him to the window. He opened it and threw the owl out, who dropped a couple feet before flying up and going off into the sky.

Ron turned around and headed down to the kitchen. When he arrived, he saw Fred, George and Ginny sitting at the table eating toast. "Hullo Ron." Fred mumbled.

" ‘Lo. So what are we doing today?" Ron asked as he sat down.

"I don’t know what you’re doing," Ginny said," but we’re going to visit Dad at the Ministry."

"I’m not invited?"

"Nope."

George stood up and got a glass of water. "I think Mum wanted you to clean out the cellar."

Ron groaned," Great, aren’t there spiders down there?"

"Is poor ickle Ronniekins still afraid of spiders?" Fred cooed.

"Shut up!"

"Oh!" Ginny sat up, "Have you sent Harry his birthday gift yet?" she reddened slightly. "Yeah, you can’t give him your pink little lovey-dovey letter," Ron teased.

Her cheeks reddened further, "I wasn’t going to send him anything . . . how did you know?"

Ron laughed and stuffed more toast into his mouth, "Well I saw it on your bed, and I read it," he was laughing so hard now, that he choked on his toast. When he finished coughing, he continued, "It said-"

"RON!"

He looked up and saw tears in his younger sister’s eyes. "Er, never mind."

"Don’t worry Ginny, we know about your little crush on Harry." Fred piped in as George nodded his head.

"Don’t make fun of her," Percy came into the kitchen grabbing a piece of toast, "C’mon, let’s go to the Ministry now, we’ll be taking some of their cars. Mum and Dad are already there. Ron, Mum want’s you to clean the cellar, since no one else will be here, and you have nothing to do."

George smiled, "Told you."

The twins and Ginny left Ron to his work. "Well, I might as well get this over with."

He opened the door and headed down the mossy steps. None of the Weasleys had been down there in years. There was no reason to, there wasn’t anything down there that was of any use. As he made it to the bottom, he looked around. "Ah!" he jumped as he saw spider webs and cobwebs all over.

He stepped under them and realized something, "Oh no! I have to do this the Muggle way!"

He usually cleaned his room like this since they couldn’t use magic over the holidays, but the whole cellar? He picked up a couple boxes, found junk and placed them on the stairs to throw out. After a couple hours he pulled some boxes open and moved them. "What’s this?"

Reaching out he found some kind of handle, and opened the door. It creaked open with ease and revealed a tiny compartment, which a held a small wooden box, the size of a book. He reached out and picked it up, and as he held it, curiosity got the better of him. He opened the box to find a small amulet. It resembled a golden figure eight, on a golden chain. Ron gently pulled it out of the box and held it up. Fingering it for a second more, he decided to pull it over his head and put it on. It felt so natural against his skin, like it belonged there. For the first time in is life, Ron felt complete.

He looked up as he heard crashing from above. Ron threw the box back into the compartment and closed the door. Reaching over he grabbed the boxes and placed them in front of the small door again.

"He’s in here, I know it!"

"Hurry Wormtail, we don’t know when they’ll be back. Plus I want to get out of this dump."

Ron ran into a corner and pulled some boxes around him. As he sat in silence, he thought, *Wormtail? What is he doing here, who are they looking for?*

"Lucius, let’s try the cellar."

"You have no right to call me that! Call me Malfoy!"

"Yes Malfoy!" Wormtail hissed, "the cellar."

Ron heard the door creak open and footsteps down the stairs. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them. *There’s Death Eaters in my house! What are they looking for? Who are they looking for?*

"There’s no one down here, it looks like no one has been in years. Too many cobwebs and spider webs. Let’s go." Lucius complained.

He heard them leave the cellar and waited for the front door to close. When he heard it shut, he gave a huge sigh of relief. He stood up moving the boxes, then he ran up the stairs. Making his way to the nearest fireplace (which was in the kitchen) he grabbed a jar full of silver powder and threw some into the fire as he yelled, "Arthur Weasley!"

Ron’s Dad’s head appeared in the fire, "Ron, what is it, you’re not supposed to use this -"

"There were Death Eaters in our house!" he panted.

"WHAT?!"

"Lucius Malfoy and Worm-Peter Pettigrew came here while I was in the cellar! They were looking for something or someone, but when they didn’t find anything, they left!" he said very quickly.

Arthur just stared at his son. "Um, all right, we’re coming home, lock all the doors and answer to nobody."

His head disappeared with a small *pop* and Ron sat down. He sat in silence for about ten minutes, when he heard the front door open. *Oh bloody hell, I didn’t lock the doors!* He got up to run and hide, but it was too late.