"Maybe some of us are trying to help out around here instead of pouting and throwing a fit in their room!" Fred spat out, nearly prickling in his anger, "Great job making mum even sadder, Ronnikins."
Ron looked like he was going to pull his wand and start cursing the twins.
"Stop this," Skylar leapt to his feet, his heart pounding like a hummingbird.
"You!" Ron shouted now directing his anger at Skylar, "Why didn't...why didn't you do something?"
Fred and George leapt forward, "Come on now, Sky here's not guilty of anything."
"He's the Chosen One!" Ron screamed, his voice louder than ever before. "He should have saved my sister!"
The steady murmurs of the group over on the hill trailed off painfully quiet. Skylar was all too aware of the many eyes locked on his body. The black formal clothes felt tighter, like he was being constricted.
"Ron, I…" Skylar trailed off as he felt the itchiness of tears nearly overwhelm him. His throat hurt and his hands were shaking at his side.
"Ignore him, mate," Fred advised sourly, glaring angrily at Ron.
Ron was right, Skylar should have saved her.
"No, he's right." Skylar was whispering, not noticing the other adults start to draw closer and prevent the imminent fight, "I... I should have done something."
"Yeah you should have," Ron hissed out angrily, tears cascading down his blotchy face although he didn't wipe them away, "You killed her!"
Skylar flinched as if he had been struck.
"Ron!" Someone older belted out, brushing past Skylar and the twins with an expression of fury. "This is not the time."
The older Weasley, Charlie, Skylar recognized from the age and slightly puckered burn scar on his neck, grabbed Ron's upper arm and started to drag him back inside the house.
"You killed her!" Ron screamed, thrashing in Charlie's grip as he glared and sobs shook his small body, "You killed her!"
Skylar felt someone rotate him by his shoulder and without looking he sobbed into the chest of whoever it was. He felt another body at his back, successfully muffling the noise of Ron's shrieking and isolating him from the outside.
"Is everything okay over here?" Mr. Weasley spoke, placing one hand on each of the twins. From the securing circle the two boys made, Skylar's sobs could faintly be heard.
"Fine," George clipped out, glaring at the general vicinity of where Charlie had dragged Ron inside, "We're gonna take little Sky out back to calm down a bit."
James Potter arrived, running lightly over the lawn with a flushed worried expression. The murmurs from the direction of the tables began rising once again, filling the air with the sound of chatter.
"Everything alright?" James asked concerned, looking inside the protective dome with paternal instincts.
"Sounds like Ron had a bit of an outburst, James." Mr. Weasley sighed, running both hands into his tired eyes, "The boys are going to take him around back, maybe to look at the chickens."
James gave a slight nod and looked at the two twins with a sorrowful look.
"Head up, boys," He smiled grimly, ruffling their hair with a small exhale, "It gets better."
The two adults walked off, ignoring the disgusting squelching of grass and mud. The twins held Skylar close, watching the house and windows for movement before they retracted their arks carefully.
"Sky? Mate?" The one asked, peering at the blubbering twelve year old cautiously, "We're going to head around back for a bit, look at some chickens and imagine they're Ron."
Skylar smiled slightly against his will and he nodded slightly into whoever's shirt he had essentially soiled. He let it go, wiping his face and nose quickly to dispel the disgusting amounts of snot.
Each twin took a hand, and between the two they swung his arms ridiculously in such a way Skylar found himself smiling despite the gloom. They made their way carefully around the house, approaching the coop where several hens clucked curiously.
Skylar instantly went to the hutch, opening the hatches to peer at the startled birds who observed him with nervous glances.
Fred poked around, scaring the bird away as he retrieved an egg. It was light brown, speckled slightly around the top.
With no grace or hesitation, he smacked it over George's head. The latter spluttered, reaching upwards to investigate the yellow yolk which dripped down his nose.
Skylar laughed, an ugly gasping noise but it was a laugh nonetheless.
George sniffed and reached into the opened latch, grabbing a bird and throwing it right at Fred who fell backwards at the flailing hen.
Skylar laughed again, this time the sound was almost peals of laughter bordering on hysteria.
The twins looked at each other in relief, before flopping onto the ground. Thankfully, nearest the coop the ground was still dry, if only a bit dusty.
Skylar settled down near them, playing with strands of grass through the holes in the wire. The hens approached curiously, pecking at small ants or at the strands of grass Skylar poked through.
"He's right," Skylar spoke, voice quiet in the silence of the summer sky, "that I killed her."
Fred glanced at George quickly, "No, mate that isn't your fault."
"Yeah, even Dumbledore tried looking for the Chamber. It's been gone for centuries, you couldn't have found it."
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