Invisible

By. SadieAnnabethMellark

Summary: He felt invisible. Mum's favorite child was Victorie. Dad's best bud was Dom. But he, Louis, really was like the fifth wheel of the family. Unwanted and an awkward piece that just didn't seem to fit. When he runs away, he runs into Ron who talks to him and takes him back to his [Ron's] house. Later on, Bill talks to his son.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was I would own Harry Potter.

Chapter One

There was no doubt about it. It was awkward for him. Instead of sitting with his family, he felt like he was sitting with strangers who were all speaking in a different language with each other. Victorie was rapidly talking to Mum about something that happened at school. Dominique was entertaining Dad by telling him about how she was planning on becoming a curse breaker when she finished school. And I just sat here in the middle of the conversation, completely silent, not being noticed by anyone.

Even after all this time, I still wasn't use to it. It still hurt.

Growing up, Victorie had always been Mum's favorite child and Dom had always been Dad's. And I was the invisible child. When Vic had left for Hogwarts, I was positive that Mum would maybe start paying more attention to me, but that was foolish. All she talked about was, guess who, Victorie.

And when Dom left, I was really hopeful. Dad was sure to pay attention to his only child at home, right? Nope. No, he hardly ever acknowledged me. He was to busy talking about his only redheaded child, Dom. And Mum was still talking about Victorie every time she got the chance.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not that they never talked to me. It's just that they never talked to me about...well, me. All either of them talked about was my sisters. Even when I was getting yelled at, my sisters were always the center of the lecture ("VICTORE WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE SOMETHING SO STUPID!" "Dom has never visited the Head Mistress before!").

And it has continued on all the way up to this day. Thankfully, I started Hogwarts two years ago, so at least I at least can avoid my two sisters...not that they ever sought me out, but at least the world didn't revolve around them at Hogwarts.

"Can someone pass the salt?" I asked. Nobody even blinked an eye. Nobody passed the salt. Reaching over Dom (who didn't even notice my arm almost touching her food), I grabbed the salt and sprinkled some on the casserole Mum had made.

At times like these I wondered if they would even notice if I suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth. If I was suddenly gone, would they even care? Afterall, nobody likes a fifth wheel. Being a third wheel was bad, but at least there were things that worked properly with three wheels. Being a fifth wheel was worse, because you were just the extra awkward part that you accidentally got in the end.

And I was diffidently the awkward piece that was an accident.

It wasn't until later that night when I was sitting in my room unpacking my trunk that an idea struck me. They'd never even notice and then ever conversation when I am not in the room won't have an awkward undertone to it. It was brilliant. I could do it.

I could run away.

At that thought, I immediately started tossing all of the stuff I had started to clean out of my trunk back in, leaving only my school books and cauldron out. I wouldn't need those until the next school year, after all.

When my trunk was all repacked, I quickly grabbed my broomstick and did a quick shrinking charm on my trunk and broom that the ministry would never detect as underage magic. Once shrunken, I slid them into the pocket of my jeans next to my wand, grabbed the light jacket that was on the back of my bedroom door, and headed down the stairs, not even giving my room one more look.

"The Leaky Cauldron in London." Bert said as the Knight Bus pulled to a jerking stop, making me fall out of my chair for probably the thirtieth time that night.

"Thanks, Bert." I said as I pushed myself to my feet. Bert was a big bulky Irish man, with long dark hair and kind eyes. He had been working the Knight Bus for as long as I could remember and while I hated riding the bus, I did enjoy the company of Bert.

"You sure your Dad knows you're-" he started asking worriedly.

"Yeah." I lied. Really I did feel bad about lying to Bert, but if Bert knew the truth, then he would take me back and all I'd here was Mum yelling at me about Victorie. And that was something I did not want or need.

"Alright, Lou. I hope I'll see you again soon."

"I hope so too. Thanks again, Bert." I told him as I jumped down from the bus steps. Bert smiled once more and then there was a loud BANG! and he was gone along with the large purple bus.

I smiled. I had done. I had officially ran away.

I started towards the Leaky Cauldron, looking at the Muggle music store next to it. Dad had only brought us to the Leaky Cauldron once by Muggle means and we had never got to doddle and look at the Muggle shop windows surrounding it.

I was to busy looking to realize that I had just run into someone, "Oof." I mumbled as I tried to keep my balance from falling over.

"Sorry. Louis?" that sigh was familiar. I looked up towards Uncle Ron, who looked like he had just gotten off work. Now, Uncle Ron had never been my favorite Uncle out of the many I had (I had always favored Uncle Charlie more), but there was no doubt that I did enjoy his company when he gave it to me.

"Hey, Uncle Ron. How are you?" I asked.

"What are you doing here, Lou? I'm going to guess that your Mum and Dad have no idea that your here."

"Not much. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Its none of your concern. Anyways, you didn't answer my question."

"What I'm doing here is none of your concern, either."

Uncle Ron, frowned and sighed, before grabbing my shoulder and then turning on the spot, apparating away, taking me with by side-along apparition.

Once oriented, I realized that we were standing on the back porch of Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's house.

"In and straight upstairs." Uncle Ron commanded unusually stern, opening the back door and motioning for me to move. Uncle Ron had never been that stern with me before. I sighed and stalked in the door and towards the stairs, Uncle Ron's heavy footfalls echoed behind me.

"Third door on the right." Uncle Ron whispered to me once upstairs. I followed his direction and went into the room he commanded.

It turned out to be a spare bedroom, with a small bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. Like the rest of the house, Aunt Hermione had decorated it in soft browns and dark deep reds from the curtains to the carpet.

Once both of us were inside, Uncle Ron shut the door behind us quietly and cast a silencing spell on the door, before turned to me.

"Sit. Now." he spoke in a normal volume, but his tone was all I needed to know I had got myself into some deep water. So, I sat and Ron sat down next to me and we were silent for a minute or two before Uncle Ron spoke.

"What were you doing at the Leaky Cauldron, Louis?" he was actually very quiet and very calm. It was like we were talking about the weather.

"I told you, its none-"

"When my thirteen year old nephew runs away from home, it is my concern. Now, tell me what's going on?" Uncle Ron's voice was still surprisingly gentle.

I was quiet; thinking for a minute.

And then I said quite plainly, "They don't need me."

"What?" Uncle Ron looked at me as if I had lost my marbles.

"I'm just a fifth wheel. They don't need me." and then in a really small voice I said, "They don't want me."

Ron sighed, "Oh, Lou. I'm sure-"

"It's true!" I shot up so I was glaring down at my uncle and I was suddenly shouting, "They don't want me. I'm no Victorie in Mum's eyes and I'm no Dom in Dad's. I'm the invisible child. They don't care about me. They never ask me about my life. They never want to know what I'm into or how my school term went.! All they ever talk about are their perfect daughters! THEY WOULDN'T EVEN CARE IF I SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED! THEY DON'T LOVE ME AS MUCH AS THEY LOVE VICTORIE AND DOMINQUE!"

"That's not true Lou. Your parents, I'm sure, lo-"

"NO THEY DON'T!"

"Calm-"

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" I was practically screaming, "I WON'T! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO NOT BE NOTICED!"

"Oh, really?" Uncle Ron asked, "Try being the sixth child, the sixth boy, in the family. Try being the only person in your family who didn't have beg dreams for the future. Try standing in between your best friends, one whose famous and one who is the brightest witch for her age and be total rubbish at everything." Uncle Ron looked at me with hard eyes, "Lou, I do know what it feels like. I've had to feel the same thing your feeling for my whole life." Sometime during his speech, I had sunk back into my seat on the bed.

"At least you were a favorite child." I muttered, but Ron heard.

"Are you kidding?" Uncle Ron seemed to find this idea hilarious, "I was never a favorite child, nope for Mum it was always Bill. And Dad, well, Dad always favored Ginny, because she is the baby and the only girl out of all of the kids."

I sniffed, "It hurts."

Uncle Ron nodded, "I know, but Lou, you can't run away just because you're hurting."

"They didn't even realize I left. I walked right past Dad and Dom who were playing a game of chess and they didn't even glance at me. Mum just continued on doing the dishes, even when I walked out the door. She didn't even ask where I was going."

Ron looked thoughtful, "Do you know how much that could've come in handy when I was your age, mate? It would've been ruddy well useful."

"Can be." I admitted, "But after awhile, it just hurts to know that your family wouldn't care where you went.

We were silent once again for a minute.

"They do love you. A lot." Ron told me as put an arm around my shoulders and hugged me, "And they do care about you. I know they do."

"Not as much as they care about Vic or Dom." I mumbled. Ron gave a sad whispy laugh.

"I can tell you from experience that no parent loves one child more than another."

"Then how come parents play favorites?" I asked shakily.

"I said loves. I'll admit that as a parent there are days when I like one of my kids more than the other, but I'll always love them just the same."

"Then why do they not like me as much as Victorie or Dom?"

Uncle Ron thought for a minute, "Don't think that they hate you Lou. Because I know they love you, but in all honesty, I just don't know."

"Don't make me go back home Uncle Ron. Please." I whispered quietly. He pulled me closer to his side and wrapped his other arm around me so he was hugging me from the side.

"You know I have to Lou. Your Mum and Dad will be worried sick." he told me quietly.

"Their just gonna keep ignoring me."

"That maybe, but you'll always have me to talk to, right?" I looked up into his soft blue eyes, the same ones as my Dad's and nodded slightly.

"Do I have to go back tonight though?"

Ron smiled wider, "Well, this bed needs to be broken in some."

"Thanks, Uncle Ron."

"Your welcome, Lou." he told me, "Now, I think you should get some sleep. It's late." I nodded and he let go of me.

"Get some good sleep Louis." he told me as he ruffled my blonde hair, before turning and heading out of the room.

"Goodnight, Uncle Ron." I said quietly. He stuck his head back through the door.

"Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." And then he left me to my own thoughts.

To Be Continued...

A/N:(So, this is just going to be a two-shot, but I really liked this idea of someone other than Hugo or Rose, connecting with Ron like this. I decided to use Louis, because I never really write about him and also because there are not many fic out there where he is the main character, so I thought I might as well write one about him. Anyways, I will hopefully will be posting the 2nd chapter soon, so don't worry. This isn't going to be abandoned. R&R. Thanks! S.A.M.)