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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter 9 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

Krystal's POV

I jumped off the bed I was just laying on, the bed that has been holding me, hostage, for a whole month, giving me almost no room to breathe each day. The way I would describe it is, it's like that one annoying song that the radio would keep playing on repeat, each time the song plays, it feels like it got longer, and more boring. Today, the song finally changed.

It is now August 1st, and it is the day that I will finally get the bandages off my stomach, and the day that I am finally allowed to leave this bloody bed, not that it's not a nice bed, we've grown pretty close during my time here at the burrow so far, it's just that I cannot spend another second lying down. I would be lying if I said that I haven't gotten up more than enough times to let the stitches in my stomach just give up, and for my wound to open ever so slightly... but no one has to know that.

I am so excited, I haven't been able to do anything for 31 days except for getting the same nightmare with those two creepy people almost every time I try and rest. I don't even have to try and sleep, if I as much as close my eyes, I'll see their faces that have now taken the role of being glued to the inside of my eyelids.

But it's not too bad, it makes my nightmares less scary; now I can confidently say that I have laughed once in my nightmare; however, the result wasn't too good. Fortunately, they're just dreams. I am not afraid of pain, and I am definitely not afraid of feeling pain in my dreams, especially if it is the same one over and over again. So I have made it my aim to attempt to defeat them, and maybe that is why I keep having the same nightmare.

Anyways I have more important things to worry about right now. I decided to remove the bandages on my own, don't worry I know how to, and I'm planning on making breakfast for everyone, they're still asleep, so I'll have to try and be quiet.

It will be the first thing I do since I got better, and it will be one of the ways I thank them for helping me. I know cooking breakfast isn't enough, but hopefully, in the future, I will find a better way to thank them for everything.

I also have another plan, just a little something on the side.

I took out a red sweater and jeans from the drawer Molly had said was the drawer she would put some clothes in for me. I then carefully tiptoed toward the bathroom, making sure to avoid creaking noises coming from the wood.

I went into the bathroom, and carefully unwrapped the bandage from around my waist and threw it out, now all that was left on my stomach was a scar. I traced the scar with my finger wincing.

So an emotional scar from that place wasn't enough for them huh?

My eyes started to water and I washed my face, washing the tears out too, I looked at myself in the mirror and put a smile on my face.

Ok, I'm not gonna let this bring me down, this is a happy day.

I don't know why I did this, but I stuck my tongue out at the scar, maybe it was just me trying to be positive but it worked I guess.

I quickly changed, knowing there is no time to waste, and folded the pj's I was wearing, walked back to the room, and placed them neatly in the drawer. I put my tangled impossible to maintain hair into a high ponytail for the first time in forever giving my neck a chance to breathe.

Ok, first things first.

I need a bucket of water.

I mean, it's only fair, they did it to me.

I walked out of my room and made it downstairs, nothing but silence filled the burrow. I saw the same metal bucket from a month ago, empty, standing right beside the door waiting for me to use it to get my light-hearted revenge.

I was lucky that there was some rope next to the bucket, it was like the universe wanted me to do this. excitement rushed through my veins and made my heart beat faster as I carried the bucket and the rope up the stairs. I kept in mind that Fred and George's room is 3 doors to my right. I set the bucket gently down, made my way back downstairs and got a chair and went back upstairs.

I positioned the chair in front of the door properly and got onto the chair. I picked up the bucket and tied the rope to it, I kept on struggling to get the bucket to balance on the top of the door. I was so focused I didn't notice the person who had been watching with curiosity the whole time.

"What are you doing darling?" Asked a quiet male voice that belonged to Arthur Weasley.

I turned my head around, still carrying the bucket to see Arthur with a kind smile on his face.

"Ummm," I nervously laughed, afraid that I would lose my balance, "I was just going to get back at Fred and George." I finished, my voice not louder than a whisper

His smile faded as confusion took its place, "That's not their room though," Arthur informed, "that's Percy's room."

"oh," It suddenly hit me, they were the ones who told me this was their room, " of course it is."

I quietly got down and placed the heavy bucket on the floor.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Oh, no, no I have work, and that is Fred and George's room" He responded pointing towards the room at the end of the hall.

"Good luck," He said with a chuckle as he walked towards the stairs, "someone ought to get back at them for all their pranks."

"Thank you, have a nice day at work," I responded as he went down the stairs, then headed to work.

That was a close one.

A Good try twins, but not good enough.

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A/N- She's gonna give them a taste of their own medicine, ice and water and everything 😂 So by now it's been a month, so they're pretty good friends already.

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