Me and Mom Chilling and Me on laptop and she goes like "Stop sitting so much on FanFiction, do something else, make pen friends!"

I'm like, "I have pen friends!" Protesting.

She glares at me and says "I meant not someone on fanfiction genius are you seriously so vella(that mean bored and useless in Hindi)"

Me blushing "Oh well in that case, no I don't have any pen friends"

And argument ensues.

And my mum is a huge Potter head + she hates Ron and I'm like half an hour into the argument "Crucio and I hope you marry Ron in the next life."

She like, "Pfft please." And turns and stubs her toe really hard and begins to curse.

Both of us have the MOTHER OF GOD face… and she goes like "Did you just do that?"

I'm like "I have no idea" both in shocked silence…

:P just something I wanted to share.

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Raise Me Up

Astoria's hands shook as she slid out of one of the many man holes dotting London's cobbled stoned pathways, she reeked…. Her long hair was unwashed and covered in filth and so was her skin.

She had managed to cast some low grade wandless magic when she was taken and escaped from the back of a moving machine. She had just barely managed to drag her prone body into any available hiding place, she was weak and malnourished and now that she had not had a hit of any drug for the past few days the need for food was becoming rather strong. It was a filthy lane and isolated, Astoria climbed out cautiously and tried to stand straight but her body was so exhausted and in need of nourishment that she couldn't. Using her tattered cloaks hood to cover her head from the icy rain she walked out of the lane and into a sleepy little backstreet, while walking down the road she caught sight of herself in the window of a shop.

Her vibrant blond hair was matted and filthy, her cheekbone stood out in her half-starved face and her wide green eyes that her father had once told her reminded him of the most vibrant Lochs of Ireland were now dulled with pain and fatigue as well as realization. She had been an utter fool; she didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to do what Marshal had suggested, maybe if she had just swallowed her pride and asked to borrow money from someone she wouldn't be in this mess she thought running her hands over her dress and feeling the hard pokes of her boney ribs press against her hands.

How long had it been since she ate a full meal? Honestly Astoria couldn't even remember, Marshal always told her how much she could eat and how much she couldn't. He didn't want a fat girlfriend he used to say.

Spotting a stand selling fruit and bread she muttered a covert Accio, focusing all her meager strength on the spell. She wanted to shout in triumph when an apple and a small loaf of bread flew through the air and straight into her waiting hands. Astoria hid her treasures under her wrap and leaned against the wall to regain some strength in her limbs before walking away hurriedly.

She returned to the lane where she was before and sat down on the ground, her hands hesitating nervously before she touched her food. The influence of Marshals demeaning comments still strong on her psyche and just as she was about to take a bite of the apple, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and she suddenly lost her breath, it was like she was choking.

Astoria's heart started to pump faster and faster and she saw the world spin out of focus infront of her eyes just as she collapsed….

…

"This way Ms. Brown, Mr. Weasley is in one of the private holding cells as he awaits his trial. I'm sure he would be very glad to see you, he's been talking about you a lot." Said the kind, slightly plump, older guard who let Lavender into the gate of the high security holding cells in the Ministry Of Magic. Lavender gave him a small smile and walked in, clutching the strap of her purse tightly and avoiding the eyes of all the inmates, some of whom were giving her rather lascivious looks.

A shudder passed down her back as she increased her pace; she had certainly grown since her days at Hogwarts. Her blonde hair was cut in a short pixie 'do displaying her high cheekbones and deep set blue eyes perfectly, her long coltish legs were displayed in a knee length summer dress, that was nipped at the hips, showing of her tiny waist and small, firm breasts and well sculptured upper arms to perfection.

She had dressed to impress Ron, her old flame. Turning the corner she caught sight of a shaggy ginger head and began to walk even faster. She really wanted to talk to him; he had always been good to her. A little neglectful but none the less good, she wanted to find out from him if these allegations were true! Till then she was not going to believe a word written by that horrible Skeeter woman!

She rushed to forward and called out "Ron, it's me Lavender." But was shocked by what met her eyes, Ron Weasley could at one time have been described as attractive of perhaps charming but now his eyes were bloodshot and droopy, dark circles marred his pasty, sickly looking skin. His whole body had an air of neglect, his unshaved jaw, his receding hairline, his sagging body.

Ron Weasley looked much older than his twenty six years. "I'm sorry." Said Lavender apologetically. "I got excited and mistook you for someone else sir, could you point me to where Ron Weasley cell is please?"

"Forgotten me so easily Lav?" rasped the man in the cell. "It's me Ron!"

Lavender hid her shock well and reached through the cell bars to hold on to his extended hand. "I'm so sorry Ron." She said laughing nervously.

Ron didn't bother to hide the anger from his expression. Lavender unfortunately was the submissive sort, automatically becoming obedient when rebuked by someone she was fond of.

The guard opened up the cell with his wand and Lavender stepped inside and sat down on the table set up in the center of the room for visitors. Ron sat down opposite her and took a hold of her hand, "You're the first one to come visit me, you know?" he said in a faux gentle and soul-hurt voice.

Lavender looked up at him surprised, "Really! I honestly thought your family didn't believe what all they were printing!"

Ron snarled angrily, and cut out harshly "Let's not talk about my family!"

Lavender recoiled immediately and again Ron gentled his tone. "I'd rather talk about you. How's the modeling going?"

"Not so well I'm afraid." She sighed. "I'm not getting any decent offers and the fact that I didn't go to university after Hogwarts won't get me a ministry job. So I'm currently working as a barista in Diogan Ally just to make ends meet."

Ron gave her a contemplative look and said, "What if I could…. Say help you get work?"

"What would I have to do?" asked Lavender hesitantly.

"Oh.. nothing much… but if you don't want me to help?" Ron let his voice trail of suggestively.

Lavender immediately nodded her head and cried out, "I'd love your help!"

"Really?" said Ron skeptically.

"Yes really!" Lavender said happily.

"Just help me out a bit with the trial…. You know be there when I'm in the witness chair, and a couple other things. If you agree my lawyer will talk to you and tell you what it entails."

Lavender just nodded and for the rest of her visit they talked mundane things and in an hour or so she left, informed by Ron that his lawyer Andrea would see her tonight and discuss her helping out Ron.

…

Later in the evening Lavender was just heating up some water to make herself some tea when she heard a knock on her apartment door, wondering who it could be at this time of the day she rushed to answer the door.

She was greeted by the sight of a chic woman in her early 30s with scraped back red hair and wide dark eyes framed by catseye glasses, Lavender suddenly felt rather dowdy in her well-worn jeans and a loose T-shirt infront of this woman who was dressed in an all-black pantsuit, clearly designer with patent four and a half inch pumps and a four strand string of the palest pink pearls, the woman eyes slid over Lavender, summing her up and clearly finding her lacking she opened her perfectly made up cherry pink mouth and said, "Good Evening Ms. Brown. My name is Andrea, I am Mr. Weasleys lawyer. May I come in I have some things to discuss with you?" in a cold, harsh voice.

Blushing Lavender moved aside and muttered, "Please. Can I get you something? Coffee? Tea?"

Andrea shook her head negatively and moved gracefully to Lavender's worn velvet couch, rolling her eyes disdainfully over it before brushing a pale, white hand to clear imaginary dirt and then sat down stiffly.

Lavender grabbed a chair and sat down next to her, watching carefully as Andrea withdrew a number of documents from her leather briefcase and set them down on the living room table.

"What are these?" Lavender asked confused and Andrea gave a long suffering sigh and rattled out, "Confidentiality Contract, Secrecy Clause and Money Transfer offers for your work or rather support, courtesy ."

"Confidentiality Contract, Secrecy Clause? Why in the world would we need that!?" Lavender said shocked.

"Didn't Mr. Weasley explain fully?"

Lavender shook her head and Andrea just rolled her eyes.

"You are going to the proxy, Throw a scene and accuse Hermione Granger for trying to get attention and lying and using Ron Weasley to do it."

Lavender sat shocked! She couldn't believe it! So it was true what they were saying…. That's why Ron wrote to her, to use her!

But suddenly she was afraid, what if she said no and he did to her what he did to Hermione? Lavender kept her face neutral and turned to Andrea who was regarding her with a raised eyebrow.

"Tell Mr. Weasley that I said that I would think about it."

And ushered the lawyer out of her house, she would go and see Hermione decided Lavender; there was no time to waste. She hurriedly donned her cloak and ran to her fireplace, grabbing a bit of Floo Powder she called out a hasty "St. Mungos" and collapsed into one of the waiting rooms of the hospital.

She hurried to the front desk and asked for the room number of Hermione Granger, going up the stairs to the private rooms.

"Lavender?! What are you doing here?" came the surprised voice of Ginny Weasley from behind her.

"I need to see Hermione! It's urgent!" she huffed out.

"Hermione isn't seeing anyone right now…" said Ginny suspiciously, "Anything you need to say, you're going to have to say to me or to Harry or Draco."

"Draco? As in Draco Malfoy!?" Lavender asked incredulously.

"Yes..." said Ginny coldly.

Sensing a rather off limits topic she just told Ginny to get Harry and if need be Draco so that she could tell them what happened.

Soon Ginny, Draco and Harry were sitting on the hard hospital chairs and gaping at Lavender as she told them what happened….

…..

"Can someone help me!" cried a black coated man as he yelled in the reception Saint James hospital in Chelsea. He was carrying a thin girl with long blonde hair who was skinny almost to the point of non-existence.

"I found her lying on the road, she needs help!"

The doctor rushed forward and the nurses followed with a gurney and I.V fluids.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to let her go. We can take it from here." Said the Doctor calmly sliding the girl onto the gurney and running his stethoscope over her chest, the nurses hooked her onto the cardiomoniter and Intra Vinous Lines, suddenly a loud beep came from the monitor and the line that was jagged till now evened out.

"Asystole! Someone get me the paddles!"

"Charge to 100, clear!"

The blonde's body shook with the shock passed through it.

"Charge to 200, clear! Comeon!"

And suddenly the beeping returned to its normal rhythm and the jagged lines returned to the screen….

"Her heart stopped because there is not enough food in her system. This girl almost died due to Anorexia…"

….