Blaise pov
missed going home for Christmas, the home made goods, family reunions, seeing my mom, I really do love Christmas. It's just with my mom re-marrying every 6 months make sit toxic, I never know who my father will be at that time, or if I will go back to Hogwarts with a new cut or bruise, maybe a broken bone. I've came home because my mom has a new boyfriend and I must meet him. The train ride was better then normal after embarking a certain someone, the gesture made me laugh which I haven't done in a long time.
"Blaise sweetheart" and right back where I dreaded the most, home.
"This is Harrison, my new boyfriend! Isn't he lovely Blaise?"
"Yes mom, he looks very kind" until I find him dead in the kitchen just like the last 7
Hello Blaise" oh first name basis... right
"Yes Hello to you too sir"
I haven't even gotten home yet and I already want to murder myself, at least I have Stella (my owl) she has helped me with all this nonsense...
"Blaise come down for dinner!" Oh yes her I'm a good parent voice is back on
We were eating dinner when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, or heart I wasn't sure but I wasn't sure what happened.
"Blaise! What is wrong dear?" She screamed almost blowing the good act.
"Just some pain, as you would care" I couldn't stand this fake mothering act. "I'll be upstairs trying to relieve my pain."
I quickly raced up the stairs not looking back, it felt like I've been stupefied, I don't know how but I could feel it. No one stupefied me... am I connected to someone? Why do I feel certain pains and have no marks? I changed into my pyjamas and went to bed, my head started to hurt from thinking about this too much.
"Hey Blaise" not mom again. I felt a slap in the face which brought me to life, then I kick to my stomach which damaged my organs, and a flick o my nose which didn't really hurt but just enough to make me whimper a bit. Not until my mom was gone but it hurt so bad. Why couldn't my mom be like everyone else's mom, nice, loving, actual can keep a boyfriend without killing them.
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Ron pov
I missed playing with my siblings, even if we just got news that mom worked for you know who. I went to bed after that discussion not being able to think about it. I woke up to a burning feeling on my face, and jolted up but nothing was near to what was coming next. I get my soul leave my body, my organs have been bruised, and I feel like I had to barf. I whimpered in pain and Harry woke up asking what was wrong. I couldn't tell him because I had no idea what was going on, no one kicked me so I couldn't have felt those things.
"Someone kicked me in the stomach but they didn't" I looked confused but Harry looked like he understood that
"Oh! So like when I feel pain from Voldemort? Like I do something but I didn't actually do it?" I mean that's technically right but I don't want to be related to Voldemort. We went back to bed and waited for Hermione, she was smart she could help us.
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"Hermione we need your help!" I was eager to figure out what the hell is going on
"What? What could you possibly need now?"
"Ron feels connected to someone or something but doesn't know why"
"Well that's a nice way of putting it! I sound crazy now!"
"Are you a Veela?"
"A what?!" Me and Harry had the same look on our faces what the hell is that?
"Veela's have mates and are connected to them, whatever happens to them happens to there mate. It's really simple, just read into it"
"Mom! Am I a Veela?" Mom looked shocked like I shouldn't have asked
"Yes you are, you are a Veela"