The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~?Ron Weasley x Reader?~ (Book 1; Year 1)

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I screamed as my vision began to get blurry. I was trembling as I ran up the stairs, quickly shoving myself into my room and locking the door. My breathing quickened as I slid down the door and started crying my eyes out.

I brought my knees to my chest and screamed again as I heard my stepmother banging on the door and yelling. I just crawled away from the door and leaned against my extremely ratty mattress lying on the floor. I cried as I pressed my hands over my ears to block out the crashing from downstairs, my stepmother got angry that she didn't get to me in time before I slipped away.

The tears just kept slipping down my face as I rolled onto the mattress and cried into what was supposed to be my pillow. "Oh, It's my birthday tomorrow.. I completely forgot..." I thought. I'm turning 11, not that it matters anyway.

I sat up as the crashing died down and I turned to stare at my hands in dismay. I stood and walked to the window, wiping my tearstained face wishing for all of this to be over. I sat on the windowsill and just waited for some mystical fairytale miracle I knew was never going to happen, to appear and whisk me away to a land where I would be safe and live normally.

I have countless minor scars and cuts coming from my stepmother's wrath directed to me. My father pretends I don't exist to try and feel better about my mother being gone, giving his new wife full reign of the house.

My room is small, I don't have many personal belongings, a few clothes of mine and books I've managed to swipe from my father's study. I feel sore. My limbs cry for relief after the dreadful days I'm always forced to deal with, running and dodging my stepmother's abuse. I've learned to take things from around the house that would benefit me, like some of my stepmother's nice jewelry and perfumes. It's rare that she remembers some of the things I take since she's always wanting more and more from my father, but when she does? It turns foul quickly.

As I was watching the public outside go about their evenings, I slowly fell asleep, my body curled against the windowsill.

***

I woke to the soft tapping of something on my window. I shifted out of the way and opened the window, sleepily rubbing my eyes.

I looked out the window and squinted as something flew over my head and into my room. I gasped and quickly turned around to see an owl perched on the little table in the corner of my room.

I tilted my head as I approached the owl. It just chirped and dropped a letter on the table. It chirped again as I picked up the letter, and flew out the window.

I flipped it over and saw that it was addressed to me.

Ms. Y/n L/n
Storage loft
16 Clapham St
Silversbury, Brixton

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? How does this letter know where I live?" I flipped it to the side with the seal to see a nicely imprinted stamp of some sort of crest.

My curiosity, getting the better of me, told me to open it and check it out. Before I opened the letter, I went and checked the time. "July 30th, half past 2... It's my birthday." I smiled to myself and grabbed the letter, softly humming the 'Happy Birthday' tune under my breath.

I sat on my mattress and started to carefully open the letter, in order to not rip it.

After a few minutes of trying to open the letter, I just resorted to ripping it. I opened it, and pulled out a couple of slips of parchment paper.

My eyes widened as I read the letter over and over. It was an invitation to a school called Hogwarts! A school for Witchcraft and Wizardry? I've never heard of such a thing!