CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

The sudden sound of the door hitting the wall woke him up and he sprang up on the bed swiftly, looking at the direction of the door. It was his father, the man was the one who barged into his room, flung his door open so hard it hit the wall. His father was still in his night garments, a pajamas. The man was equally looking angry, upset and disappointed. Ron could see the man's face and ears burning up and the shade of red on them was so bright, smoke was coming out of the man's ears. Behind the man was his mother. She was in her red, silk night robe and she looked - scared.

The man did not stop at barging into his room, his father walked over to him on the bed and delivered on his face, a hard, jaw breaking blow. The blow was a hard one and it knocked Ron over on the bed, he fell face flat on the bed. He could taste the blood in his mouth and he could see the crimson hue drag from his mouth and drop on the white sheets on the bed. He could feel the aching of the fresh wound in his