Thank you guys for your reviews. I wasn't really sure how you'd take this kind of story. But now I know it's okay to continue.
Note: I'm not the best writer around, but I'm sure you already figured that out, so I'm going to make a few mistake, but I'll try my best to limit that as much as possible. I also suck at being descriptive, but I'm trying to improve on that, sorry for those who couldn't get where I was heading with the first chapter.
Now for the reviews. Yay! Thanks so much, you guys. It makes me happy that my story is well received.
'Man of Constant Sorrow', you are very right on most accounts! I'm so glad that you pointed that out. In hindsight though, I don't think I missed the mark by that much.
Harry's power will definitely need some explaining. However, I'm afraid you have to wait a while.
So on to more Harry Potter and The Bonds of Punishment.
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A Day At Hogwarts: Part 1.
Ron was shoved into a closet. Her long locks swayed with the movement before they were crushed between the wall and her very feminine body. She gasped when hands on her shoulders kept her in place.
One hand of her offender left its rough hold and closed the closet door, to make sure no one else discovered them.
Ron's eyes tried desperately to adjust to the darkness, but she couldn't see a bloody thing! The hand that had left her delicate bump came rearing back, but much more gentle than before.
She shivered at the attention, stifling a moan when those hands went to work, caressing every curve like she was a work of art. They trailed her arms in wonder, brushing back and forth in a way a lover reassures another. She stood rigid as her body started to warm and her mouth seemed to be getting dryer.
"Relax," was the gruff command.
She obeyed without pause, feeling like she would faint if she lacked any sort of will or power to focus.
She felt a hard body mesh to hers, moulding them together like soft clay. Large hands grabbed her buttocks in manner of dominance. A groan reverberated in her throat when she felt the offender squeeze the supple flesh under her skirt. He was calculating, timing every movement, making her nervous, anticipating.
The feeling of punching the man was strangely absent in her hazy mind, not that she noticed.
Those blasted hands moved again, circling around her hips and stopping at her front. She felt fingers tickling her thighs, drawing nearer to the intended target.
"Ng!" She couldn't stop herself. She tried her best to not be affected by his touch. But she knew she lost from the very start, and he knew that too.
"You sound like you're out of breath. What's the matter?" The voice mocked.
Ron would have loved to be in her right mind to kick anyone who dared mess with a Weasley, but she couldn't retort as her breathing continue to labour. When she felt fingers graze her panties, her hands shot to the wall, muscles tightening.
"Ah!" she moaned involuntarily. Bloody hell, he was driving her crazy!
"What's this?" The voice cooed. "Enjoying yourself?"
"N-No," Ron stuttered, but the moan that came after made her refusal irrelevant.
Damn him! Why...did he have to be so good!?
"You want me," he hissed.
She could feel his breath near her ear. "Tell me you want me."
She bit her lip, trying not to give in to her body's rising desires.
He must have sensed her reluctance, because he pressed his body harder. The fingers caressing her panties circled lovingly.
Ron huffed more and more. She was losing, big time - being controlled by some unknown force of lust.
"You won't say anything." the voice noted. "Fine, we're done here."
That's all it took for her to crumple.
"Nng, please, Harry!" she gasped.
"What?" the voice queried.
"I... I want you... Harry... No... I need you!"
Harry was silent, and then: "Took you long enough."
Ron felt Harry closing in on her lips. She struggled not to give in and smash her mouth to his own. She waited though, puckering and closing her eyes, even if it was redundant.
"Ron...Do you want me to kiss you?"
"...Yes."
"Do you want me to touch every single part of your body, to feel me against you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to ravage you, so no other man can compare?"
"Bloody hell, Harry, just take me!"
"That's what I've been waiting for Ron... Ron... Ron... RON!"
Ron's eyes opened and she shot out of bed, screaming all the while.
"Ron, relax, it's me!" Hermione said, kneeling by Ron's bed with a surprised look.
Ron realised her surrounding quickly. She was in her room, decorated in different shades of brown and cream.
She shakenly brought a hand and massaged her scalp. She was finding it difficult to focus because of two things. Firstly, she flew out of bed too fast, disorientating herself. Secondly, she was having a difficult time remembering what she had just dreamt about. If it was like anything before, however, then it probably had something to do with Harry and... naughty things.
A few years back, it freaked her out immensely. Back then, she had been going through the process of identifying and accepting her womanhood, constantly alternating between labelling herself gay, lesbian, or straight. It was a very awkward process, made worse by her idiot twin brothers who made a show of teasing her mercilessly.
Now, she knew what she was. She was okay with what she was. She was prepared to live on with what she was. But it seemed that it was easier said than done.
Hermione got to her feet as well, dusting imaginary dirt from her clothes. "Goodness, Ron, another bad dream?"
Ron scratched her head, face still sleepy. "I can't remember."
"Figures. It probably had Harry in it, like most of them," Hermione huffed.
Ron pouted, thinking along the same lines.
Hermione finally gave Ron her full attention. "Get ready, your mother said we'll be going to King's Cross in a few... minutes?"
That's when Hermione truly noticed Ron's choice of clothing, a tank top and panties.
And her panties were wet.
Hermione coughed loudly, failing to hide a blush on her face. She looked away awkwardly, whispering just loud enough: "So it was that type of dream."
At first, Ron stared confusedly at Hermione, but when she picked up what was said, she dared to look down. It was too late to hide any evidence.
"... Shit."
"Ron, watch your tongue... really," Hermione admonished. Even in an uncomfortable situation, she still found the means to be bossy.
After a quick shower, Ron was trying desperately to find her uniform in her unorganised closet, ignoring Hermione's awkward posture for the moment. She glanced at the brunette when she found what she was looking for. "You won't tell anyone about this...?"
Hermione shook her head, still waiting for the signal to look freely.
Once Ron was dressed in the appropriate uniform, she told Hermione it was okay.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione's lecture began, "If you know you're going to have naughty dreams, at least put some pyjamas on!"
"'Mione, I love you, but you realise how stupid you're sounding. Stuff like this is natural. Even if I wear pyjamas, it won't stop me from getting... wet."
Hermione couldn't believe they were still on the subject. It was uncomfortable for both of them. It reminded them oddly of how things spiralled out of control and a dear friend was lost in the chaos. It stung; it really did, but Hermione was the more analytical of the two. She believed they had nothing to feel guilty about concerning Harry. Okay, guilty seemed inappropriate, to be held accountable, seemed more right.
The evidence was just too overwhelming. Anyone and everyone made the mistake of believing the trial, but with good reason. Technically, it wasn't their fault that Voldemort had it planned from the beginning. How could they have possibly known?
Did she feel guilty? Of course she did. What friend wouldn't? Did she think she deserved any animosity from Harry at all? That one was a difficult question to answer.
For one, Harry didn't go to any ordinary prison. Azkaban was literally a hell on Earth. Anyone sent there was bound to change for the worst, and Harry was no exception. His mind must have went through some pretty rough stuff. He might hate them all, no matter what they did.
She really wished she could see him again. It was slowly killing her on the inside. Harry was a soft individual. She feared Azkaban might have been his death bed.
"Come on, come on, let's go," Hermione commanded, grabbing Ron by the hand and leading her down the stairs.
"Ronny-kins!" George said as soon as he saw his sister.
"It took you long enough to get ready. I hope it wasn't anything serious, like I don't know, getting pregnant?"
"Piss off, you arseholes!" Ron rebuked, huffing in annoyance at her brother's antics. It was always the same thing every time.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded.
"For cripe sake, Hermione, I'm a girl and I swear! Deal with it!"
"I think you're mistaken Gred," Fred continued.
"Whatever do you mean Feorge?" George inquired.
"Ron only has the hearts for Harry-"
"With how often she thinks of him-"
"You'd think they were long lost lovers-"
"But I thought Ginny liked Harry..."
The aforementioned girl was doing a good job in acting oblivious to her bothers' tomfoolery, sitting on the dining table and munching on her cereal, but she did look somewhat aggravated at the mention of Harry and Ron as a couple... again.
"Will you two just shut up?!" Ron yelled, getting ready to give her brothers a beat down; it was unfortunate she couldn't hide an embarrassing blush.
"That's enough from the lot of you!" Molly berated, emerging from the kitchen.
"Sorry, mum," the twins said, half meaningfully.
"Honestly, as if it isn't hard on us already," Molly muttered.
She looked at the children, making sure that everyone was ready to depart. "Are we all done?"
"Yes."
"Good, then let's go."
"What about dad?" Ron asked.
"There is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with. I have no clue what it is, but from how your father looked, this seems to be very important," Molly said.
"What could be so important on a day like this?" Fred asked.
"It isn't as if He-who-shall-not-be-named is new news, if that's what this is about," George finished.
"Well, whatever it is, it does not concern us. Now come on!" Molly commanded.
...
Hogwarts School of Wizardry was a buzz of excitement, old students and new alike were filling the school grounds and talking animatedly with each other. Some were discussing how exciting the year might get. Others spoke about how mundane potion classes were going to be, especially because of a certain professor. All and all, it looked like a riveting beginning of the school year.
"This is a bad idea, and you know it." Albus sighed for the hundredth time. McGonagall had taken it upon herself to explain the ramifications of bringing someone who not only had a dislike for them, but the entire wizarding world as a whole to Hogwarts.
"What would you have me do, Professor McGonagall? Leave the boy in the state that he is in?" Albus questioned gently.
"Of course not, Lord knows what nightmares Harry has endured, but forcing him back into Hogwarts was an ill approach. He could have been helped more delicately. But now, we'll have a rampaging student loose on our grounds."
Dumbledore caressed his beard in thought. After analysing what he heard, he said: "Although it is unfortunate that Harry has to return at such circumstances, I believe it provides a good chance for anyone close to him to make the right impression on the poor lad. He has been alone for more than two years. He needs companionship, albeit, as you said, delicate."
"This could have been done many ways, Headmaster."
"You're right, but most would take too much time. As you've noticed, Voldemort has made quite an impression ever since his unveiling."
"That may be, but are you really treating Voldemort as the more important of the two? Rushing Harry into accepting whatever you have to offer him would only lead to chaos. Surely, Albus, you're thinking this through."
"Harry is very important to me, to all of us. But we must not forget his importance to the entire world. Plus, with his use of wand-less magic, it is impossible to just let anyone get their hands on him."
"The wand-less magic, how in Merlin's name is that possible?" McGonagall queried, at a complete loss for words.
"For now, I'm only assuming that it has something to do with what you just said."
"What do you mean?"
"It's of little importance, currently. Harry should be arriving shortly."
"...Who did you send to get him?"
"I had to be sure he would be safe, so I sent Professor Snape to escort young Mr Potter here."
McGonagall felt like Albus told her a joke, but upon seeing the calm man's face, she knew he was serious. "Are you-"
"Do not fear, McGonagall. Everything will be fine. You should prepare to help Harry choose a suitable wand today."
"He can use wand-less magic..."
"Yes, but I have noticed that there is a significant drawback to such an ability... It has to be prohibited... Oh, and the less anyone knows about this, the better."
"About what, Harry's capabilities to conjure spells without any sort of medium?"
"Exactly," Dumbledore said, adding a gentle smile for emphasis.
Professor McGonagall had never been so baffled in Dumbledore. It seemed like every decision he made only gave Harry allurement to hate them more. But Albus was the Headmaster - he had to know what he was doing.
"I'm curious," Dumbledore said after a pause, "who else knows about Harry's gift?"
Oh, it's a gift now, is it? She disregarded the thought. "Apart from the Weasleys, teaching staff, and the Ministry, no one."
"Good, good. That's perfect."
...
"Geez, is Hogwarts crowded this year or what?" Ron murmured, looking on in awe at all the students that filled the school assembly.
"I know," Hermione agreed, "I mean look at all the new faces."
Ron was looking, but not at the new students. She knew that Harry was supposed to arrive at Hogwarts today. Where he was, or if he even bothered to show up, she couldn't guess.
She truly hoped that he was here. Occasionally, she could feel her bond flutter, but it wasn't enough indication that Harry was at Hogwarts.
But then what if he was here? Ron wasn't stupid; she knew that a commotion could be easily made if anyone saw The-Boy-Who-Lived. As for Harry himself, she had suspicion that he wouldn't hesitate to retaliate if anyone got in his face.
What about Hermione...? The bookworm still didn't have a clue about the situation, the bond...
It seemed like the prospect of Harry stepping foot on Hogwarts' grounds would lead to imminent disaster.
But she needed him, and she knew Hermione felt the same way. He was definitely pissed at them, but she could handle that. It was okay if he treated her like a stranger, so long as he would at least give them a minuscule chance to be at least friends again.
She could never forget about the bond, though. As much as she hated the idea of labelling herself a slave to anyone, it constantly reminded her of her little intimate connection with the now famous and loved Harry Potter, something no one else was even close to having.
Did she care? Maybe, if she was a struck-through fan-girl, she would. But what she really craved for was Harry's forgiveness. The bond would be just painful if Harry continued to dislike her.
She didn't understand the feelings she was going through. It was a lot different from when she was crushing on Hermione. It wasn't stronger, but more potent. She was definitely infatuated with Harry, it took her a while to realise that, but the bond seemed to amplify the feeling tenfold. Or at least, she hoped it was the bond.
She wouldn't act on her feelings, however. The results could be worse than seeking out Harry's friendship. Harry hadn't seen her female self once during the years. When she met him yesterday, he didn't recognise her at all, at first. So, it would be a gamble showing him too much of her feminine side. To him, she must still be the stupid asshole boy that turned his back on him.
Yep, this was definitely going to be hard.
"Hey, Ron, Hermione," Neville said while approaching the pair. Some students were starting to sit at their house tables, but it wasn't the time yet.
"Hey," Ron greeted distractedly.
"Hello, Neville, how was your holiday?" Hermione directed.
"Oh, it was pretty bland. Just usual boring stuff and you guys?" Neville asked.
"The same for me, although I did take a sudden interest in curses and their cures."
Neville nodded, and then turned to the other girl. "What about you, Ron?"
"Hmm?" Ron vaguely turned to Neville. She saw his worried face and felt a little guilty. "Oh sorry, Nev, I've really got a lot on my mind right now."
"What were you thinking about, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Eh... I'll tell you later," Ron evaded.
Hermione raised a sceptical eyebrow. She had noticed Ron acting more strangely than before. She seemed to be looking for something.
"Um...Ron, I really don't want to make your day bad or anything, but Cedric really wants to talk to you," Neville said, apprehensive.
"What's wrong with him?!" Ron sputtered. "Aren't there other girls who want be all over that guy?"
"Uhh... Well, you know how he's been ever since you became a girl..."
"And he isn't the only sorry bloke! Come on, guys, I used to be one of you!" she screamed in the hall.
"It's not as if saying it will change anything. As far as everybody's concerned, you're a girl now. And just like any girl, a guy will surely try to sway you." Hermione said rather factually.
"Geez, guys are really weird... I don't know what to think anymore."
Even though Neville felt gawky about the two girls talking about guys in front of him, he kept his mouth shut.
"Ron, I don't get it myself, but guys will go for any girl that will spread her legs at a moment's notice..." Okay, considering that she'd never been in a relationship, aside from Ron (Male and Female), even Hermione found her own statement odd.
"Then why hasn't anyone tried you, huh?" Ron grumbled.
"They can't understand me. It's obvious."
"Yeah, that's it," Ron said sarcastically, and was met with an elbow to the gut.
"Shut up."
"Well, whatever, I'll just pull the ol dick-card."
Neville stuttered at Ron's use of language. "W-What's a...that?"
"It's Ron's stupid way of scaring men... Really, Ron?"
"What? I'll just say I got a dick in my pants. Gets them every time! Although, some others... find that kinky. Ew."
"Wow," Neville whispered, Ron was definitely not like most girls. It honestly freaked him out how Ron still acted, in some ways, like her old self. Sure, she was a lot less hot-headed than before, she even treated him kindly, made him feel important. He was, in some sense, grateful of Ron's change. But it did have its disadvantages. For one, Ron's sexuality was a mystery. She had gone out with Hermione before, but considering her past male hood, it could have been a passing phase. Now, she was technically single.
Neville often wondered why boys would approach Ron on so many occasions. She was pretty, very much so, but her attitude sometimes, especially towards aspiring love interests was...kind of brutal, if vehemently rejecting every single one of them, male or female, could be classified as such.
"I don't get it? Why do they always keep coming? Don't they see me as a bitch or something? What more do I have to do?!" Ron said in bewilderment. All her efforts at being unapproachable seemed to only spur people on.
"It's as if you heard nothing..." Hermione gave up.
"Nev, can you do me a favour?" Ron asked sweetly, a glint suddenly lit up in her eye.
Neville gulped, he didn't like where this was going.
"Hey, relax, it's nothing that will get you killed," Ron reassured.
"O-okay."
"That failed levitation potion we made in class last year, can you bring it to me later?"
"Ron, you better not be planning another idiotic prank," Hermione warned.
"'Mione, if they can't take a no for an answer than I have no other choice. Will you bring it to me, Nev?"
"Sure, just don't hurt him, okay?"
"Aww, you sweet. I'm just going to scare him off. It's nothing serious, I promise."
"While I'm not exactly against this, don't you think this will give you a bad reputation? What if there is someone you do like and it's too late to change their impression of you?"
"I can live with that," Ron immediately answered, "There's no one in Hogwarts that 'tickles my fancy' anyways."
"You just not going to listen to me, are you?" Hermione deadpanned.
"Yep."
"Well, I tried."
"Uhh... Ron?" Neville interrupt.
"Yeah, Nev?"
"What do I tell Cedric?"
"Hmm, the guy just won't listen. Tell him to meet me at the corridors."
"Which corridors?"
"Nev, my good friend, that's for Cedric to figure out."
"... Okay?"
...
The Assembly was in full session. All students, aside from the new ones, were finally seated and waiting for the Headmaster to make his speech.
Dumbledore eyed all the children before his eyes. A lot of innocent faces greeted his vision. It was very heart-warming to the wizard that even though Voldemort was on the loose, parents still trusted Hogwarts to be the place of education and protection. It will be his goal as well, to protect them all and put a stop to Tom's unprovoked decimation.
He stood from his chair and raised a glass in his hand, taping it twice with a spoon to calm down the rowdy kids.
All was quiet, and Dumbledore took that opportunity to look at his subordinates. They were all awaiting his next words.
He returned his gaze to the children. "Hello to you all. For new students, I am your Headmaster, Dumbledore. I am in charge of running this establishment. I, and my associates, proudly welcome you to Hogwarts School of Wizardry."
He paused briefly to allow everyone to process his words, then continued: "New students, you may have noticed the four tables that are beside you. These are the four houses of Hogwarts. In order of last year's House Cup results, Gryffindor will be the first to mention, then Ravenclaw, then Slytherin, and finally, Hufflepuff. Each house has its own distinct characteristics. More will be explained by your prefects later."
Dumbledore then gestured to the sorting hat in the middle of the staff table. "This is the sorting hat. It will judge your character and choose an adequate house that fits your traits and needs."
Dumbledore allowed another lapse. "I will allow Professor McGonagall to call out your name from the register. One by one, you will approach and be sorted to your respective houses. I wish you all well."
McGonagall stood up from her seat, holding a rolled paper in her hands. She made her way to the front, facing the aspiring learners.
"I will call you alphabetically. Brianna Al-"
There was a high-pitch noise. In the next second, a light boom was heard in the space that seperated the teachers from the students.
Cracked tiles greeted a surprised teaching staff. But in the middle stood a figure, black attire enclosed his form and he looked on menacingly at the seated Dumbledore.
Every person was frozen in shock. Most hadn't registered who they were actually looking at.
Harry Potter, the false accused, was back.
McGonagall still had her mouth open. It was impressive on its own to be able to infiltrate Hogwarts, even when it was near impossible, but when she realised who was in front of her, she lost the will to breath.
Dumbledore was the first to act. His speech was as velvet as usual. "Ah, Harry, you arrived much earlier than we expected. Whatever happened to Professor Snape?"
Harry glared brutally at Dumbledore, allowing a smile to crack his face. "You really wanna know?"
Now everyone was on edge. For those who hadn't seen him in years, Harry seemed very dark from the shy boy that defeated the Basilisk.
Dumbledore realised that there were too many eyes to have a civil conversation with Harry. "It is alright, we can speak more freely at my chambers. Com-"
"No, it's alright, Headmaster. I will be glad to tell the entire school what I did to our lovely Professor," Harry cut in.
That through Dumbledore off, and allowed Harry time to face the students.
"I killed him. That's right, I tore him apart," Harry snarled to the fearful children. "And if any of you get any funny ideas and mess with me, I'll deal with you too."
"Mr Potter!" McGonagall yelled, indignant.
"Your heard her, right?" Harry said. "I'm the infamous Harry Potter. The boy who killed six witches. Sure, they 'proved' that I was innocent...or did they?"
Dumbledore could read Harry's intentions like an open book. It seemed that the boy was determined to be feared and hated by everyone around him, speaking volumes of his mistrust.
"Oh, by the way," Harry said, almost as an afterthought, throwing a wand straight at the Headmaster, "a present from Snape."
"His wand," a teacher whispered in horror.
McGonagall was furious. If what Harry said was true, then he was much more sinister than anyone ever pegged him for.
"Mr Potter, you-"
A hand on her shoulder stopped McGonagall from saying any further. She sharply inclined her head, and relaxed, somewhat, at Dumbledore's silent plea.
Dumbledore decided not escalate the situation further. "Harry, please accompany me to my chambers."
"Or what?"
Easy baiting, but Dumbledore didn't live long enough without learning a few things. "Nothing, Harry, but surely you want your stay at Hogwarts to be over with as fast as possible. Or maybe you wish to delay your experience?"
Harry bit back a retort, but relented after some thought. "Very well, but not for your sake."
"HARRY!"
Harry turned to the call, and immediately spotted a crying Hermione next to a very shocked, yet surprisingly relieved, Ron. He turned his back on them and focused on Dumbledore. "What are you waiting for, Albus?"
"You will not address the Headmaster in such a manner, boy."
Harry looked to the person who said the words. It was a man opposite all of them, he was supported with a cane and his face looked disfigured, with one eye looking ready to pop out of its sockets.
"Who the hel-"
Harry was cut off from saying any further by Albus' timely intervention.
"Come, Harry, we have much to discuss. Professor McGonagall, please take over while I tend to this urgent matter."
McGonagall could only numbly nod, baffled with the entire debacle.
While being led away, Harry ignored any praise and apology from anyone who did not believe his little spat. It seemed like it was going to be an interesting day.
Ron had never felt elated in her entire life. The moment she looked into Harry's eyes, her heart skipped a beat. It was an anxious feeling, wonderful but dreadful at the same time.
"Oh Merlin, Harry."
Ron was surprised with how vulnerable Hermione sounded. The brunette was sobbing freely beside her. And she kept repeating Harry's name as if it was sacred.
Ron was worried that Hermione might faint. Her wide, puffy eyes served as significant indication of pure shock.
Before Dumbledore and Harry left the room, the old Headmaster briefly paused and looked at the students. "Ms Weasley, please join me and Mr Potter."
Everyone was silent, surprised with who they believed was Ginny being called.
Ginny was confused that Dumbledore wanted her to join them, but it wasn't as if she would complain if she had a chance to talk to Harry. She had never believed that he was guilty from the beginning. But...there was nothing she could do for him really. Her parents had been hell bent in keeping her away from him. At least now, however, this opportunity would allow her some much needed alone time with him.
So it came as a complete blindside when Dumbledore said: "Pardon me, Ginny, I meant Ron Weasley."
A lot of astounded and slack-jawed heads fixed their attention to the girl.
Ron never buckled under scrutiny. But the suspicious looks she was receiving from a lot of people, Hermione included, made her squirm a bit.
Hermione looked to interrogate, so Ron promptly chose that moment to join the pair and head out of the assembly.
'Mione was definitely going to be pissed.
As Harry and Dumbledore walked side-by-side, Ron found solace hiding behind them. The tension couldn't be any thicker than right now. She could practically see that Harry was a walking time bomb; it would take just the right things to say to set him off. That's the last thing she wanted. If anything happened to him...what would happen to her?
That got her thinking. What bond was this in actuality? How does someone truly break it? How damaging could it be for either party involved? If Harry really died, would she join him? Was it selfish that she was worried about her safety at the moment?
She decided not to dwell on her treacherous thoughts. Harry was here with her and that's all that mattered. Now, breaking the ice was another story...
Everyone was silent until they came to Dumbledore office. The Headmaster gestured for them take seats.
"I'd rather stand," Harry refused, making a point to glare all the while.
"Suit yourself, Harry," Dumbledore said. He and Ron took their respective seats at Dumbledore's table.
Harry went to a corner and moulded his body to the frame. He waited patiently for Dumbledore to begin his tirade.
Albus mentally sighed; it was not a good starting point for Harry. For those who were convinced of his malevolence, Harry will be quite feared among them. For those who weren't so blind, Harry didn't seem to care. He certainly had that... evil look, but Albus was always a people person. With that, came good fortune of reading things that the naked eye could never envision.
"First thing's first, may I enquire to what happened to Professor Snape?"
"Haven't you listened, old man? I killed the idiot!" Harry gritted out.
Dumbledore spoke smoothly, "Now, we both know that's not true, Harry. For one, you wouldn't try to implicate yourself in such a manner. Avoiding any spotlight is just the thing you'd strive for."
There was a huge pause, and Ron expected curses to fly. She really didn't like the position she was in.
Harry huffed. He should have known. It was a stupid trick, if he had to be honest with himself. But, at least to some, it had done the job. "I stole his wand and apparated to Hogwarts. I hope our potion's Professor enjoys his long walk back."
Dumbledore didn't look like it, but on the inside, he was giving off a huge sigh of relief. He honestly had a feeling that Harry was far from being saved, but it seemed that the young innocent boy was still in there somewhere. It was only a matter of bringing him out. Things were slowly starting to look good for the greater good.
"I see," Albus said, feigning surprise, "I'll have someone sent for him. On to other matters then, there is the whole fiasco of the bond... Did you manage to figure out how to reverse it?"
This time, even Ron was looking his way. Harry was a little disturbed to see Ron stare at him with a little pout. Her eyes scanned his like her life depended on it (which it did, to an extent). Why the hell was she looking at him like they were some couple and Harry decided it was time for the "We need to talk" talk?
The hell if he knew. Ron was already weird as it was, what with her being a girl and everything, so Harry decided not to care what Ron's malfunction was.
"Didn't bother trying. If it can't hurt me, then why should I care?"
For some reason, Ron felt... okay with Harry's answer. She shouldn't because Harry sounded like an arsehole... But, she'd been expecting worse.
"Oh yes, I informed you that more details would be given when you return to Hogwarts. It is a good time as any to start now," Dumbledore stood up and lifted his wand. He whispered a spell and the bond-line that connected Ron and Harry appeared again.
Both Harry and Ron looked on in shock. The magical line was way thicker than they both remembered.
"Any minute now, the bond will indefinitely tie you two together. Do you not understand what this implies?"
"Female slave, male master, and a bag of chips to boot - what's your point, Albus?"
"Perhaps I wasn't as forthcoming in my explanation. Let me explain in detail to you. There are different types of bonds..."
Harry feigned snoring. If this was an info dump session then he'd do anything than listen to the old timer.
Ron tried her best not to smile. The situation was anything but funny, but the way Harry sounded made her struggle to keep a serious facade.
"But as I see, you are an impatient man, so I'll get straight to the point. This mate-bond in particular is called amoris vinculum. I'm sure none of you have heard of it before."
"I haven't," Ron said quietly.
"With good reason. Just like many bonds-"
Harry feigned snoring again.
Dumbledore coughed. "Excuse me, young ones; I'm straying from the point. This is, in its simplicity, a servant-master partnership. But if you look deeper, you'll understand the true meaning to it."
The headmaster was met with bewildered eyes.
Dumbledore sighed. Youth. "A long time ago, when witches were never treated like they are today, wizards promoted courtship rituals that required females to be submissive to their role as doting wives and mothers. Witches were only allowed small tasks back then, never one of high power. Wizards created these types of bonds in order to insure that their wives would always remain faithful to them and their cause, whether it being for good or evil purposes."
Oh he had them now. They stared at him in such wonder that Albus felt like a Professor again. But reality was harsh. This was not the time for nostalgia. This topic was very serious.
"You're telling me that witches were treated as nothing more than slaves?!" Ron shrieked.
"You're looking at it from a straightforward angle. Yes, witches were treated as slaves, I do not condone that, but not to the severity that you're thinking of. You must understand, in those days, magical culture was very constrictive, allowing no flexibility or too much freedom for thought. It was either you followed a certain path, or you were treated as evil. That is not to say that all their past methods were wrong; it is also not to say that some witches didn't enjoy or even seek such submissive practices in order to find love. Amoris vinculum was considered as marriage."
"... Is that the same bond I have with Weasley?"
"Yes, completely."
"And if I'm not near her, she'll die or something?"
"Not entirely accurate. She would feel a deep longing for you, as well as you for her. You see, this bond amplifies both your senses and magic. In hindsight, it's designed to make both of you stronger as a couple."
Harry turned angry in an instant. "You told me yesterday that this bond would be damaging to Ron only, both physically and mentally!"
"True, she is the SLAVE of the amoris vinculum, which means the magic is using her as both a sub-host and focal point. But it will have some effect on you too. If I heard correctly, if you're too far apart from each other, the bond might damage her psyche, causing her to inflict bodily harm on herself. And if that's the case for her, I can only imagine your plight."
"And what is the distance!?"
"I'm not sure..."
"You know more than you're telling me!" Harry yelled. "How do I break this bond!?"
"Harry, please calm down," Ron gently coaxed.
"Shut it, Weasley, I'm not talking to you! How do I break this bond, old man!?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I do not know, Harry. This is ancient magic, more ancient than I am. Furthermore, it cannot be broken by any spell done with a wand. Ancient spells such as these only used wand-less magic, which is another matter I wish to discuss."
"Why should I discuss anything more with the likes of you?"
"Because I'll be your Headmaster in a few minutes. I would kindly ask that you prohibit the use of that power, until we can properly discern what we're dealing with."
"Why should I, Albus?" Harry almost sneered the name.
"We have no clue of these abilities. We have no idea of the lasting effects. Take Ms Weasley for example. Somehow, you turned her completely female, but in the process, you unearthed one of the most powerful bonds known to man. Surely, that's enough incentive."
Harry snarled his teeth. "You love that, don't you? All the power you can just wave around and everything goes your way. You always looking out for your own needs and the needs of the 'world' that you never just stop and think about the little people you're walking all over just to achieve them."
"Now, Harry, I'm looking out for you here. Professor McGonagall will take you to retrieve a new wand-"
"Screw you, Dumbledore!"
"Harry!" Ron gasped.
But Harry was too into his rage to care. "None of this, NONE OF THIS would have happened if any of you bothered fighting for me! And now look at you, sticking to old tactics of recruiting your greatest failure. Well, you can shove that shit right back into your throat!"
Harry left the room, slamming the door hard on his way out.
Dumbledore sighed. That could've been handled better.
"Harry!" Ron screamed. Her legs acted out before her mind could catch up with her.
She chased after him, running past many shocked learners. It took her some time but she finally found him near a lake. His back was to her, but she could see him trembling a bit. She didn't know if it was because of sadness or anger... Wait... She did know. The bond was telling her... He was angry, but sad too. In fact, he was more miserable than furious.
She delicately approached him. She did her best not to make a sound until she stood right beside him.
Harry didn't even seem surprised. He must have felt her presence through the bond. He ignored her, staring in a haze at the lake.
Ron could feel his turmoil, and she really wanted to comfort him, but she didn't want to overstep her boundaries.
"Did you know about it?"
Ron looked at Harry. She was surprised that he was actually talking to her. He didn't even sound like a jerk... He just sounded tired.
"About the bond? No," Ron answered, at least, she hoped she gave the right answer.
Harry didn't turn to her, but she saw him relax just a little. Did she do something right? She decided to test the waters.
"Harry?" She called softly.
Harry didn't bother replying.
She was fine with that. "I have no idea what you've been through. And I'm so sorry that you had to go through any of it. I know I'm the last person you want to be around, but I want you to know that no matter what, love me or hate me, I'll be there for you."
Harry snorted. "Is that the bond talking or you, Weasley?"
She was a bit put off that he was using her last name. She felt like his enemy. She will never like that feeling. "It's all me, Harry."
"Well, you can sod off. I didn't need your help back then and I don't need it now."
It was harsh rejection, and Ron felt like her heart was going to break into pieces. She was a lot more sensitive than when she was as a guy, so she struggled to swallow the lump that was building in her throat. It would do her no good if she started sobbing all over the place.
Harry's face contorted into discomfort.
Ron started to worry until she heard him utter: "Damn bond."
"Look, Harry," Ron began, regaining her composure "I'm not forcing you do to anything for me. I'm just telling that I'll be there every step of the way... I kinda have to now."
"I know that... Doesn't mean I like it."
This was getting nowhere fast. The last time Ron felt this awkward was when she was accepting the loss of her manhood. Now here she was, with the boy she dreamed of seeing again, and she couldn't even get a good conversation started..?
Maybe she could.
"Hedwig missed you," Ron said randomly.
Harry froze, and for a split second, Ron thought she saw the Harry of old sneak into the surface, but it was just wishful thinking.
"Where is she?" Harry questioned.
"She's with 'Mione. And before you get angry, 'Mione has taken great care of her. I promise."
"I see."
"Well, it wasn't easy at first. Hedwig would use every opportunity to poke our heads when she had the chance. She was pretty angry at us. One time, we had to sleep in 'Mione's lounge because we were afraid to go to her room."
She felt it, it was minuscule, but she felt Harry...snicker (if it was possible). But Harry's outer visage was still the same cold avenger that didn't give two shits about her.
"Good girl," Harry said at last.
Ron wasn't fooled in the least. For that moment, the old Harry was there instead of the brooding one. It made her really happy.
For the next few minutes, all the two did was stare at the water. Ron noted that the silence was very... comfortable.
That was until...
"Mr Potter?"
Ron and Harry turned to the voice. It was Professor McGonagall, standing straight and staring right at the pair.
"And what can I do for you, Professor?" Harry asked, but McGonagall could still pick up the sarcastic tone.
"Headmaster Dumbledore requested that I accompany you in retrieving both your uniform and wand. You must head to class, Ms Weasley. Shall we get going then?"
"I don't need a wand."
"Mr Potter, the headmaster has prohibited use of that sort of magic."
"..."
McGonagall rubbed her temple and decided to cut to the chase. "For goodness sake, Harry, you've turned Ron Weasley into a woman. That should not be possible! Plus, a crime such as this warrants prosecution!"
Harry paused when he heard what she said. It actually dawned on him how serious Ron's condition could be. It brought another sick sense of satisfaction. "Then why hasn't anyone come for me yet?" he goaded.
McGonagall sighed to calm herself. She had to remind herself that Harry had been through a lot and wasn't thinking rationally. "The Weasley family opted against laying charges, and pleaded for everyone else to do the same. They were obviously thinking of you, child."
Okay, NOW Harry was completely shocked, so shocked that he turned to Ron to confirm what he heard was true. Judging by the innocent expression on Ron's face, Harry knew that he wasn't been lied to.
Ron expected Harry to be surprised, which he was, but she didn't expect the sting of hurt to meet her senses as well. Why was he hurting!? Didn't he see she had been looking out for him?
Harry glowered at Ron; his eyes trembled briefly but quickly turned menacing. "Oh, so I'm your friend now, is it?"
Ron was caught off guard with Harry's venom, and even more surprised when he started walking away from her.
Harry looked back, resentment was clear in his gaze. "Where were you when I needed you the most?"
He didn't wait for her to answer, walking past a very troubled McGonagall.
To Ron, it felt like Harry punched her in the gut. She could only watch in stunned despair as The-Boy-Who-Lived left her alone.
...
"Man, that was crazy!"
"Yeah, I saw it too. He just popped out of nowhere!"
"He didn't even have a wand."
"He did, Snape's."
"... Yeah, I meant his own wand."
"Did he really kill the guy?"
"I doubt it. Snape's more clever than he seems."
"Aw man!"
"I knew it. Oh god, I was so worried it would be impossible to go out with Harry if he did that!"
"..."
"..."
"... What!?"
"You won't be the only girl gunning after The-Boy-Who-Lived."
"Psht. I can handle competition!"
"Too bad then, Susan, Ron has a head start."
"Hey, there she is! Ron! Ron, over here!"
Ron ignored the gossip trend. She walked in a daze, ignoring the constant voices that called for her attention. Her body mechanically went into the desired class and she promptly went to her habitual seat.
"There you are!" Hermione shouted as soon as she spotted the redhead. "Why did the headmaster call for you? How did Harry just pop up into the room? What did you talk about? Where is-"
"'Mione, please," Ron rasped. "I just... can't. Not now."
With that, Ron sat in her seat, folded her arms on the desk, and used them as a make-shift pillow for her head.
Hermione was visibly troubled as she stared at her best friend. The only time Ron would just lay on her desk and hide her face was when she was completely depressed... or just lazy. Usually, Hermione would still question the reason to such behaviour. But considering it most likely had something to do with Harry, she decided not to pry. She sat next to Ron and gently rubbed the distressed girl's back, trying to convey as much comfort as possible.
"... 'Mione?"
It wasn't difficult to pick up Ron's muffled voice. "Yes, sweetie?" Hermione said gently.
"You... You know about bonds, right?"
Where the hell did that question come from? Hermione had no clue of Ron's angle. "Yes, I do. Why?"
"Uhm... Harry and I... Uh... Promise you won't get mad, okay?"
Hermione knew this was something big - well, bigger than Harry turning Ron into a girl, which she still needed to talk to Harry about; there was no way she was going to pass this chance up. She quickly shooed away girl's approaching Ron for the juicy details of Harry Potter. "Ron, if I get mad, it's because I love you. So just spill it."
Hermione couldn't have known that Ron's next words would change her views in magic forever.
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Thank you for reading. Sorry for the late update. I know I made a lot of mistakes with this chapter. I wasn't really feeling it and I wasn't sure where to take it until now. Right, in terms of characters, I'm trying not to just dumb them in the story, but blend them into it. I tried uploading this chapter weeks ago, but for some reason wouldn't let me. Oh, well... More Bonds of Punishment coming soon.
