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Chapter #4
The Weasley House
by: Unknown
You rub your temples vigorously, trying to ease out the pain. A huge bruise grew from your forehead and you moaned in pain when your hand brushed it.
"Where am I?" you grumble, "Where is Drak?"
He was no where to be found but you did see a house.
"Why isn't he just so cute?" you heard the voice of a woman, "Look at that little face. You're a cutie! Your'e a cutie aren't you?"
You crawled towards the window to get a closer look. The woman, whom you recognized as Mrs. Weasley, was stroking Drak's little head while he purred like a kitten. She even got him a little bowl of milk which he lapped delicately with his tongue. He never used to eat that. He would rip the meat off any animal with most powerful cruelty anyone could possibly have seen.
You fumed with boyish anger. Oh so he leaves me out here while he gets pampered like some royal pet! Some friend!
You see Ron hop over and stare wide-eyed at Drake.
"Bloody Hell! Mother, isn't th-tha-that a dragon? Father is going to kill us!" He screamed as he placed his hands on his flaming red hair.
You felt that this was a good time to intervene. Do you...
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