Bloody Hell Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

he called out. Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside, and Ron was scared out of his wits. He quickly pushed the door open to see that the previously tidy room had become completely messy. The bed sheets were torn, and the items on the table had fallen onto the ground. Winston, Ron's younger brother, sat on the carpet with his back towards Ron, holding a bunch of pink heart-shaped balloons in one hand and revealing sharp claws in the other as he pierced each balloon with a fierce expression on his face.

I wanted to shake her demand answers to my questions but before I can even do that , There was loud 'Smash 'followed by an even louder ouch . I and Sel wheeled around and to our surprise , It was Ron .All sprawled , face front on the grass with pages flying everywhere . We rush to him , grabbing pages on the way . " Are you okay ?" kneeling down I ask him " Mm okay Mr .Hussain , I got my assignment somewhere just let me find it " Ron looked throughly disoriented and I was certainly getting more worried about him by each passing minutes . " Its me , Bella " I tell him

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

Carson gave me a little pout. "Ok, I was thinking about Harry Potter and what he would have done in a situation like that, so I pointed the stick and yelled EXPELLIARMUS!" Everyone froze, Declan's mouth hit the table. Cleo and Gerry were giving me the 'what the fuck' look. Carson was the first one to topple over with laughter. "Fuck Luna. You are one crazy girl, you're lucky you're Gidian's mate or else you would have been a goner." He continued his laughter.

Ronan collapsed, his eyes rolling back as he vomited mouthfuls of blood. I put on my coat and strode out of the hall. Just as I hit the cold corridor, messy, heavy footsteps sounded behind me. Ronan, covered in cold sweat and his own blood, threw himself at me. The backlash of the broken bond made him barely able to stand, but he still blocked my path pathetically.

Arnold’s son, Ron Sheargold, had always despised me. He barely finished his words before Hugh shot up from his seat like lightning and lunged over to tackle him with an icy gaze. He punched Ron continuously. The freshly bandaged wound on his wrist split open and bled through. He viciously shoved his still-lit cigarette butt into Ron’s mouth. The entire hall echoed with Ron’s agonized screams. Ron’s teeth were knocked loose and lay scattered in a pool of blood. He eventually passed out from the pain. Hugh stood up and glared murderously at the terrified crowd.

She laughed, bending to pick up a calabash with blood in it. "Delaney!" Ronan called, earning a loud slap. "Baby please," I added, grunting when a foot came into contact with the back of my heel, sending heat through my entire foot. We had failed her, instead of rescuing her, we were now being held. "If they talk again, make them shut up." That was an order, one that we didn't care for, not when Delaney lay in a pool of blood. At first I thought it was hers, but it turned out it was just a part of the spell.

She hollered back. "Kate would never kill any innocent person, what did your brother do?" I exhaled heavily and wiped off the rainwater that blinded me temporarily. The cut on my forehead had healed back, thanks to my nature. "She pronounced him dead because he attempted to save his girlfriend from the wicked grasp of a demonic vampire." "Wait! Is your brother Harry? The werewolf that dated Mary, a witch that summoned a warlock?" My eyes flashed red and I pushed the hoodie girl away from my sight. She raced into the woods, disappearing from our sight.