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Post by valval on Oct 29, 2011 10:28:17 GMT -5
Hugo didn’t know what to do anymore. He missed Peyton but had been avoiding her. Ever since he hurt his sister Rose he just wanted to stay away from the people he loved. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Until the school year began he stayed in the woods mostly until his Aunt Ginny made him start staying with her and his Uncle Harry. He was hardly there though. When he wasn’t sleeping he was out in the woods just sitting there drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes. His Aunt Ginny would get mad at him though for smoking and drinking. He was old enough to smoke and drink. He missed his dad though and his mother. He wanted his father to forgive him. He felt bad enough that he had almost hurt his sister Rose. He wished he hadn’t, that he had gotten away before he had changed. Soon the school year came though and he was back to staying in the Gryffindor Tower. He hadn’t seen his father since the day he told him he had almost hurt Rose. His father had told him he never wanted to see him again. That had kept him away except for when he snuck into the house to get something to eat or his clothes. He didn’t eat anything at his Aunt and Uncle’s house.
Usually Hugo spent most of his time now at The Three Broomsticks drinking the night away. He would write to while he drinked his whiskey. He was halfway through writing his book that he had been working on since he was fifteen. He was hoping to finish it before the end of his seventh year. He took a sip of his whiskey. He stayed there drinking and writing, finally though he decided to go to his house. He didn’t know if his dad was going to be there. He would wait if he wasn’t. He stumbled out of the pub and walked to the outskirts of Hogsmead. He apperated to the outside of his house and stared up at it. He stared up at the house for a long time as he couldn’t believe that this was what the wizarding world had came to and then finally stumbled up the steps and into the house. He looked around the kitchen and saw nobody so then stumbled into the living room. Again no one was there. He frowned as he fell into the floor in the living room. He took his flask out and took a sip of his whiskey. He put it in his pocket and leaned against the couch frowning. He wondered if his dad was even home yet. He didn’t know but he would wait right there for him to come home.
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Post by ron on Nov 5, 2011 0:58:14 GMT -5
Ron Weasley was certainly not his usual Weasley self. Since Hermione's disappearance weeks ago, Ron hadn't shaved, eaten, slept, or really even taken care of himself at all. His hair had grown shaggy and a mess, his sported a very rough, short, beard, and deep, dark, circles surrounded his brown eyes. No one could convince him to take better care of himself, not his parents, Harry, Ginny, or even his own children. He spent two weeks looking for Hermione with Harry, and they returned home with nothing. There was no sign of their best friend, his wife, anywhere. It was distressing and depressing. Ron was out of his mind. He couldn't eat without her, he couldn't sleep without her there, he couldn't function without her. Every thought he has was of Hermione. Every voice he heard, he thought it was her's. Every time the door opened, he thought it was her. Each and evey time, Ron was disappointed. It was never her. He was beginning to think Hermion would never come home, or worse, that she was dead.
Meanwhile, life in the wizarding world had changed immensely. Bellatrix took over the Ministry, ruling with an iron fist. All old Aurors were no long allowed in the Ministry. No one was allowed in unless they were death eater, working for them, or being dragged in on some trumped up charges. Ron had been forced to leave his home, and live in the slums. The Potters and Weasleys had been labeled as "lower class" because they were blood traitors and entirely unloyal to Bellatrix or any Death Eater. Did Ron care about it? No. Did he care he was living in a four room shack? No.
Day in and day out, Ron sat in a cushy arm chair, in front of the fireplace. Half the time there wasn't even a fire. Hermione made the best, the warmest fire. Ron's was pitiful. He sat with a blanket around his arms, and was really unsure of how that got there. There was food and drink in the kitchen but, he didn't bother to get it. It was just some stuffy Ginny had brought over...when ever that was. Ron didn't remember or really care. The one thing he cared about the most was gone. The prospect of that coming back looked slim, leaving Ron wishing for death. If Hermione was dead, Ron wanted to be dead. Hugo and Rose were grown up, they could take care of themselves.
Ron had sunk down into the chair, as he had fallen alseep. It was always a rough sleep when he did manage to fall asleep. There was also a dream about Hermione...the first time they met, moments from their Hogwarts years, the Battle at Hogwarts, the day he proposed, they day they married, how beautiful she looked when Rose was born....memories, flashes, those were his dreams. There was never anything new. Ron stirred out of his slumber hearing someone come in. He immediate sat up and looked over the edge of the back of the chair. "'Mione?" he questions. Ron's voice was rough, really rough. He hung his head, seeing that it was only Hugo, and turned back around in his chair.
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Post by valval on Nov 7, 2011 10:52:17 GMT -5
Things hadn’t been going right lately. Hugo had missed his mother. He hated seeing his father all broken and hurting. Hugo had given up on trying to get him to do anything. His Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry kept going over to the house. Hugo knew his dad didn’t want to see him so he stayed away. They would just end up fighting anyway. His dad didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He wanted to get his dad his house back though. He wanted things to go back to how they were before his family knew that he was a werewolf. Things were much simpler then. None of his family hated him. None of them knew of his drinking and smoking habits or his shameful transformation every month. He hated what he had become. So for years he had hidden it from his family, until he finally told his mother first. That was when everything fell to pieces and he couldn’t seem to pick them up fast enough. He started fighting more with his sister Rose and with his mother. Slowly more of his family started learning his dark secret. His dad was the last one so far to know.
That had upset his dad, but Hugo couldn’t help it. If he had his way his dad and no one else would have known. His mother had guessed something was up finally when he had run out on her when it was close to a full moon. She then made him tell her what was going on. His sister found out because well she was there when his mother made him tell her. Since then Rose had been trying to get Hugo to take this wolfsbane potion that was suppose to help him keep things under control. He hadn’t taken it at all because he didn’t want to rely on anything. He wanted to learn control himself. He knew his sister was just trying to help but he just didn’t want that potion making him weak. He had already been taken hostage by some evil guy name Sethos twice before she talked to him about the potion. He had refused and yet again he had been kidnapped. For a long time the only one that his parents knew about was the first time during the school’s lockdown when there had been all those threats, soon though his father had found out about the other two times. He hadn’t been able to tell his mother about them before she disappeared. Now it seemed like he would never get to.
As he walked in he thought about all the good times he had had with his family. All the really great fond memories. He heard someone say “Mione” though he didn’t recognize the voice at first. It was all rough, but as he got closer he saw that it was his dad, when his dad saw him though he didn’t get excited, quite the opposite actually. His dad just turned back around and sat down in the chair. He walked over to where his dad was and sighed. His dad looked as rough as he sounded. Hugo stuffed his hands into his pockets as he stared at his dad, finally though he broke the silence and said Hey dad. Hugo was a little drunk but it didn’t show because he drinked so much it was hard to tell now when he was drunk or when he was sober, unless you smelled the whiskey on his breath. Ever since his mother disappeared he seemed to drink more than he use to. He missed her. He missed her a lot. I missed you dad he said trying to break the tension that seemed to be there before he had even started talking.
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Post by ron on Nov 12, 2011 11:53:29 GMT -5
Ron realized as Hugo walked in that he hate the way things were. He hated that his son was an alcoholic. No matter what Ron said, it seemed not to make a difference. It irritated Ron. It made him feel as if he failed as a father, that he never lived up the expectation he had from himself. Finding Horocruxes back in the day seemed easier than raising two kids. Rose was alright, Ron didn't have to nag on her for much. Only to to bring him food...well, when he was eating. Ron didn't hate Hugo, he was disappointed in him. Hugo should have known the he could have come to him the second he realized he was a werewolf. Instead, that was hidden from him for months. That hurt Ron more than the fact that Hugo drank so much. He didn't understand how Hugo could even afford to drink, especially know.
Ron refused to look at Hugo. The kid probably smelled like some pub or other, and Ron was in no mood to deal with that. He pulled the wool blanket around him a little tighter and kept staring straight at the pitiful excuse for a fireplace. A tension built up, and even after Hugo spoke, Ron kept his dark, dull, eyes looking at the fire. He really was pitiful sight, he was a defeated man. Not even his best mate could cheer him up, no matter how many times he tired. Ron frowned. "Why? I have not gone anywhere," he said. Ron's voice was still rough, as he hadn't spoke very much in the past few weeks. He could use a drink of water but, the water in the slums was not the best. It usually had to be boiled first before it could be used or consumed. Ron didn't even know who made sure he had this water. Probably Ginny.
Ron swallowed in attempts to moisten his dry throat. Without Hermione, Ron really did not take care of himself. It was if he just forgot how to because she had been doing it for so long. She always made sure he ate (and ate something more healthy than his usual habits), she made sure his hair was combed, that he looked nice, that he shaved, and all that before they left the house each day. Now, Ron couldn't even live in his house that held all those memories of her. Ron hadn't forgotten them, he just wished he could be home to see the more clearly. He felt physical pain, physical heart break. Ron was constantly fetigued, never hungry, never thirsty. Ron felt absolutely nothing but pain.
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