The Distance Between Us

14. Weasley Family Dinner

-Harry POV-

"Good luck, love, be careful alright? Especially near Weaslebee." Draco comforted Harry. Harry was currently about to floo to the Burrow. 

"Alright Dragon, if I am to stay there, I'll tell you over patronus."

"Ok love." Draco kissed Harry on the cheek and waved goodbye. 

---The Burrow---

"Hello Harry we were waiting for you." Mr. Weasley said.

"Hello, Arthur, um where are the others?"

"Oh, well Molly's in the kitchen, and they're playing Quidditch outside, and if you don't mind me asking, are you truly happy with Draco?"

"Yes, I am happy, a lot more then I would usually be."

"yes-yes, that's good m'boy, I'm happy that you've found your smile again, now go on and make something of your time, yeah?"

Harry nodded and strutted to the kitchen where Molly was, "Hey Molly!"

"Wha- oh hey Harry! How are you?! I haven't seen or heard from you since forever!" Molly enveloped Harry in a giant bear hug. 

"I missed you too Molly, but I have been a little sick, I'll admit to that." he chuckled. 

"Oh dear, what have I said about keeping healthy? Dear boy, you need to eat and sleep more."

"Alright I'll try harder Molly, whatchu cooking?"

"Ah, want to help me?" Harry nodded and started working. 

-smol time skippie, at dinner-

"Come in everybody! Dinner's ready, and Harry's here. And Ron, you can tell us why you were so angry yesterday." Molly said. 

Ron sneered at Harry as he walked into the house, Harry felt a small jolt of pain in his chest as he did so. Soon everyone was at the dinner table. George, whose gone quiet after his dear other half gone, Hermione, which had a kind look unlike anything that Ron has on his face, Ron, who was still glaring at Harry, Molly, who looked like she was going to kill Ron with her eyes for staring at Harry like that, Ginny who had red eyes (probably from crying), and finally, Arthur, who just had a straight face and was looking anywhere else but at the family in front of him. 

"So, Ronald, what do you have to say about Harry?"

"I-I don't want him here, next to anyone that is supposedly close to him."

"What?" Harry whispered, "But you invited me here...what did I do wrong?"

Ron was shooting daggers at him now, "What did you do?! Do you really not know? Are you that stupid?"

"Ron!!" Molly and Hermione shouted, "how can you say that? You invited him here to talk, so you will talk with him civilized." Hermione hissed.

"Fine whatever," Ron walked up to Harry and grabbed his collar, "how can you do this to me, to any of us, maybe not Hermione, but the Weasleys? Why, Harry, you can have literally anyone else, you can Ginny back, just why must you pick, Malfoy?!" he spatted.

At the collar grab and the shouting, Harry was reminded, over and over again about the abuse he received at his old life, he couldn't help but start shaking. In his head he told himself, Get it together, you came here to tell people that you're happy for once and to reason with Ron, not to cry, not to break down, not to want to die again. However, he couldn't help but feel the flashbacks come back to him. He remembered the first time he got cut by the knife, he remembered Sirius's eyes as he fell to the ground, lifeless. He lived through his memories, blocking out anything, and anyone else. He started to break down, piece by piece.  

He couldn't help it anymore, as soon as the Weasley let go of his collar, he willed as much as he could out of there, and appeared in a green and silver room. He fell onto the floor sobbing trying to claw his chest off, he desperately wanted something sharp to end his life right then and there.