September 26th
Hermione,
I am staying with Weasel tonight
Malfoy
When Draco and Harry walked into the flat three hours later, Ron was still sitting there holding Sonya's limp blood-soaked body. He was sobbing to the point to where his chest was aching horribly. Ron couldn't hardly breathe as he pet Sonya's short white blonde, now dyed red with blood, back out of her face.
"I love you Sonya. I love you. I love you." Ron repeats, rocking the body back and forth "Please. I love you. I love you. Please."
Draco stands there, a tear streaming down his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Harry took a step forward, towards Ron and Sonya's body.
"Mate," Harry whispers, wrapping his hand around Ron's arm. "Come on, she's gone."
"No," Ron screams, pulling away from Harry's grip. "Sonya! Come on Sonya! Come back to me!"
Draco lifted his wand, looking at Harry for permission. Harry puts his hand up softly, expressing to Draco to back off and put the wand down.
"Ron. She's dead." Harry whispers again, "Please."
Ron continues to rock back and forth, holding Sonya against his chest. Tears stream down his face, Sonya's blood matted in his hair. "It's okay Sonya" he whispers into her hair. "It's okay." The sobbing starts back up, causing Ron's chest to hurt again. Balling, he holds his rib cage until the dry heaving kicks in.
"Potter?"
"Ok" Harry whispers, granting Draco permission to use a tranquilizing spell. Draco takes out his wand, pointing it at Ron and mentally repeats the same spell the Death Eaters had used time and time again on irate members.
"I love you." Ron whispers as the spell knocks him out, nearly unconscious.
"How long has she been like this?" Draco asks, fighting the urge to throw up as he stares at Sonya's body.
"A day, maybe two?" Harry answers, leaning down close to her body. "Sonya, Sonya." He shakes his head.
"What is it?"
"Her throat was sliced, Sectrum Sempra I assume. They tried making it look muggle."
"How do you know it's not?"
Harry looks down at the body of his young friend. "It's too neat."
Draco looks at the gash across her throat, causing him to run to the bathroom to vomit.
"I'm sorry Sonya." Harry whispers as he drags her away from Ron's now limp body. "This is our fault." Pulling his wand out, Harry sends out a patronus notifying Molly and Arthur of what had happened. He would need their help on figuring out what to do with Sonya's body.
Meanwhile, Draco hugged the toilet. In all his years as a Death Eater, all his years as an Auror never had he seen a friend dead, much less a close friend. Tears stream down his face as he throws up the leftovers from his lunch. He couldn't believe it, Sonya was dead. Sonya, the one who had taught him how to face his father, who had taught him how to properly duel, who had taught him how to love a muggle, was dead. Quickly he leans back over the toilet, dry heaving violently. She was gone. Draco couldn't believe it. Sonya was gone. Standing up, he goes to the sink, washing his face off. Sonya's brush sat on the side of the sink, along with her toothbrush (he could tell the difference because it was pink) and some makeup. This was going to be hard on all of them, but especially on Ron. Ron was going to have to face this every day with these small sentiments of hers. Bracing himself, Draco walks back into the livingroom where Molly and Arthur now sat, Sonya's body covered with a blanket.
"What happened?" Molly asked, tears streaming down her face.
"It looks like a muggle robbery." Arthur answers, looking around at the room demolished. Draco hadn't even noticed that the room was torn to pieces, he was too busy in shock from the murder.
"It can't be." Harry answers, thinking. He was trying to keep himself as composed as possible but the knot was rising up in the back of his throat as they spoke. "Her throat was cut with a spell."
Arthur nods understanding. "This was personal then. You are to both quit the field work, get an office position" Harry and Draco both nod, understanding the seriousness of all of this. Draco subconsciously rubs his Dark Mark as he thinks of the perpetrators. "We will try to convince Ron to do the same." Arthur then turns to Draco "Are you going back to the Manor?"
"No sir. I'm staying here tonight." Draco answers, "The Weasel needs me."
"That he does" Arthur answers, "I'll send Hermione and Scor to the Burrow. They will be safe there, as will Rose. Where are you staying tonight Harry?"
"The same."
Molly looks down at the blonde's tiny body beneath the blanket as the tears continue to fall. "They didn't just kill my Sonya." She whispers, causing the other three men to stare at her "They also killed my Ron."