The Weasley Girl -- From A Muggle Boy, Chelsea Renee

Pairing: Rose Weasley x OC (Jeremi Tyler)

Chapter 1 - The Day She Disappeared


Jeremi Tyler was not one for surprises. He had everything down to an art. He would get up at 6am every day and get dressed. If he planned on eating inside, he’d tell his mother the previous night to make breakfast and have it ready by 6:20 so he could shower accordingly. If he would eat Poptarts or something similar he would tell his mother nothing and go on with his day.

At 6:30 he would promptly exit his house, climb onto his swing set, now adjusted for a more preteen feel (by the time he was nine, the child seats squished the edges of his bum into a rather uncomfortable placement), and he would open his book. Over the past five years, since he was six, he had been reading books. They started off simple books, small chapter books of fictional heroes. When he was nine they started getting longer. When he turned 11, he figured it was time to stop grabbing books with fantastical images on the covers, small words in the text and upgrade to something bigger and better.

His first play was Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice, then Hamlet and after that followed the classical Romeo and Juliet. He was currently in the scene of the overplayed window bit, where Juliette is a classic damsel in truly fake distress. Jeremi had a snow cap on his head, complete with little puff, and fingerless cloves for easy flipping. It was a rather breezy morning on Pivetten Square, and it was clear to see that Rose was running behind as she had been recently.

Rose was the girl next door that Jeremi would sneak glances at over his book. She would exit the house in a dress, rain or shine, snow or hail, every day and lean down in the garden her (surprisingly) brunette mother helped her make and contain. In the winter she would make a snow man every day, her lawn was always strangely full of snow as if it only snowed over their house and not his own.

Her house was full of red heads, day and night, most not truly living there. Her mother was the only brunette among them. The father came bustling out of the house, grumbling as per the norm, but this time he had both of his children behind them in an odd sort of clothes. That was another intriguing part about the family, was their odd preference in clothing. Jeremi had asked his mother about it once and she started mumbling about ‘bloody cults’ and ‘Jewish freaks’. He looked up both phrases and was not able to understand how she could compare the two.

“Alright kids, into the car!” The father said and then he noticed it. Trunks, large trunks. And was that an owl? They were leaving for somewhere, he knew it. He stood from his swing, the play in his hand dropping to the cold, wet ground, and he watched as the mother, beautiful, and pregnant came out too and climbed into the passenger seat, as if she had everything under control.

He watched them drive off, but just as the car passed, Rose turned and smiled at him, pressing her hand to the glass. That was the first time he realized he wasn’t alone in their morning ritual. And yet, suddenly, he was.

He picked up his book, tugged his hat on tighter and walked into his house an hour and a half earlier than normal. He dropped his hat and gloves on the floor, kicked off his shoes, threw his remaining poptart away and sat on the couch, turning on the telly.
He watched shows all day, figuring that, if she was coming back, it wouldn’t be today. He wouldn’t see her again for three months, yet when he did… She wasn’t the girl he’d pretended to know any longer. And their mornings would never be the same.

Chapter 2 - A Mini Skirt Is Not A Dress...


Jeremi Tyler had waited day by day for the red headed angel to grace his presence once more. He had finished Romeo and Juliette and was nearing his 12th birthday, just days before Christmas. That's when he saw her. She was outside, her hair, not in her normal curls, but straightened beneath a hood. He clung to his window and looked at the girl, shocked she was back. There. She was here! She was sitting on her porch with a dark haired boy.

Jeremi's smile slowly faded as they hugged and he noticed the rose tint to her cheeks and the boys flushed face. This... This he couldn't take. He'd waited so long to see her beautiful face, and now when he did, it wasn't her. She was wearing a mini skirt, with black leggings, and converse, and sat there having changed everything in Jeremi's world without even knowing it.

Jeremi didn't go outside that day. He had vacation homework to do, or well, that's what he told himself.

The next morning Jeremi sat outside, looking at the house across the street, his eyes scanning the pages of Macbeth, but not digesting any of it. Instead all he could see was figures moving beyond the frosted windows of the Weasley house. Her name was Rose Weasley, he'd caught her name in snippits from outdoor conversations between her family, and her last name from her mailbox that was rarely ever used.

"Rose! Rose, come make snow angels with us!" He glanced up from his book and saw two girls. "Come on Rose, it's warmer than yesterday!" They called out. One was a dark auburn haired girl and another a red head, he'd seen them both before during the summers, they'd all play out in the yard while a group of adults, all oddly dressed, stayed inside.

"Do I have too, Lily?! Molly is sick again and... Lucy!!" She squealed as the darker haired girl tugged her outside. Rose stumbled into the snow and her eyes immediately raised to Jeremi who immediately flushed and looked back down at his book. The other yard seemed eerily quiet and then suddenly the girls started giggling. A ruckus of boys, 5 of them came darting out from behind the house and throwing snowballs at the girls. Rose stuck her hands on her hips. "Don't you DARE hit my friends!" She yelled and then started chucking them back, girls, all red headed to some degree started a war and Jeremi just watched, intrigued. He heard names flinging across the yard but couldn't put faces to the name.

Fred... Albus...Hugo...James...Dominique...

Roxanne... Victoire... Lucy...Lily...

He squinted, trying to identify each and every one. "Hey." He jumped when he realized he'd had his eyes stuck on Rose, and a boy had walked over to him. "Do you wanna play?" It was the same boy from yesterday. The one Rose was hugging. Jeremi couldn't stand him. He blinked at the male and shook his head.

"N-No... I'm fine. I'll just keep reading."

"Ooookay, have it your way. You're missing out. My name's Albus by the way. "Albus Potter." He held out his hand, and Jeremi, although disgusted inside, reached out and shook it. What would his mother say about him hanging out with Freaky Cult people?

She wouldn’t have it, that was for sure. Jeremi smiled sadly and picked up his book, going back to reading as if that fact mattered. “Rose!” He heard and his eyes glanced up to see Albus tackle the redheaded girl into the snow and everyone made ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ noises. Jeremi shut his book, having had enough.

**

Rose ‘umph’ed as her body hit the snow. She was flushed from the chapped winter and when she managed to push Albus off her, her eyes darted over to Jeremi’s house to find his swing abandoned once again. It was happening more frequently, she couldn’t deny that fact anymore. He wasn’t the same as he’d once been. And it hurt.

Chapter 3 – The Ransom Note...

Jeremi ran around his house searching for his latest classic, his mind going in circles. ‘Where had I last read it’, ‘Where was I’ and ‘If I was a book, hiding, where would I be?’

His eyes glanced at his door and frowned. He hadn’t been outside since the previous week. He’d watched television, etcetera. He’d not been willing to watch the red headed angel fraternize with the enemy. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning and he just… Didn’t want it to be true.

If he had left his book outside the snow would have ruined it anyway… But he had to check. It was going to grate on his mind until he couldn’t stand it.

He pulled on his hat, gloves and snow boots, topped with a coat and trudged into the snow around to the side yard. He spotted something on his swing, however topped with snow. His eyes widened and he ran to it. He pushed the snow away and frowned as he realized what sat on his spot on the swing.

It was a book, but it was not his own. It was in a bag, protecting from the harsh wetness of winter. He pulled out the book and a letter fell to the ground. He picked it up before the snow drenched it in the cold liquid it secretly conveyed. The boy opened the letter as he trudged back inside, having forgotten his own book and was now more intrigued by the mystery. Before he entered the house however, he spotted a flash of red, the girl, sitting on her front steps reading.

In her hands was a book with a faded brown cover. And if he wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was, it was his own book that he’d been just previously searching for. The girl seemed to remain oblivious to his appearance, totally sucked into the novel at hand.

Jeremi smiled, the sight of the girl reading was astounding. Not to mention the dress she was wearing. It was a deep blue, off setting her hair perfectly. The best part was… it was a dress, and for the first time that winter, Jeremi was able to smile because of his angel, whom he’d thought he’d lost forever.

**

Once inside things were different. His eyes lowered to the letter now out of its protective envelope and frowned. “If you want to see your precious book again. Grow a pair.”

He blinked and closed the envelope. Grow a pair? So much for the angel thought… again.