Molly was sat in the living room of the Burrow, her head held in her hands as she listened to her youngest son talk to her, beside her she could feel every muscle in her husbands body tighten as the words fell over him. His brothers around were all in a silence that she had never experienced form them before. He paused, and she willed herself to look at him, but it was too difficult, the weight of his words were impossible to bear.
"Mum?" Finally she had to, she had to look at him, she raised her head and looked at her youngest son, he was stood there in the middle of the living room, his hands fidgeting, his eyes wide, he looked terrified. Promptly she burst into tears. "Mum, I don't know what to do."
"There's not much you can do, if she's pregnant, she's pregnant," Arthur said finally, his voice heavy with regret; this is not what he wanted for his family. "You stand by her, you do what is right, and you try to make this work."
Ron nodded his head, he was scared, more scared then he had ever been. He seemed to struggle with something, wringing his hands repeatedly.
"I don't want to be with her…" His voice trailed, he looked at his feet, his mum would kill him, of that he was sure, but it was worse then that. She was silent. "I want it to work, but she's difficult."
"Ron, what do you think you are doing?" Lavender hissed at him as he got his stuff together, he turned and looked at her with surprise.
"Quidditch practice," Ron replied with a shrug, moving towards the door.
"Ok, leave me here on my own," He was stumped by her attitude, so he shrugged and left her to it, not even looking back as he left.
"I don't like her very much, I didn't really… I didn't really know her before; she was just a girl… But she's…" he felt ashamed, admitting to his mother he had essentially knocked up a girl, one he didn't particularly know as great friends, let alone girlfriend. The pair had rarely spoken about much, quidditch, lessons, what they wanted to do career wise when they were older, but he could not tell you her favourite foods, what she thought about the War that affected his own family so much. They knew nothing of any worth about each other, and if he was honest, if she were not carrying his child, he would not care to know.
"I think right now Ronald, that you have little choice but to try and make it work, I want you to be happy, but now your happiness is no longer paramount, that of your child is."
Ron jaw almost hit the floor. Child. His child. He had not thought of it like that before, he had not considered that small fact that in less then nine month he would have a baby, it would be his and Lavenders. Defenceless and looking to him. His child.
"Talk to Tonks, she might be able to help you out," Charlie suggested, he looked at his brothers, they were all as shocked as each other – firstly, how had Ron even got himself into a position where he could get a girl pregnant? Secondly, how could he be so stupid? "Get to know Teddy, and figure out how you're going to deal with your own kid."
Percy left the house quickly moving away, claiming a need to go do work, he heard his mother mutter that it was his way of dealing with stress. He shook his head, she didn't know, didn't suspect, and why should she?
His disappeared from the end of the drive and reappeared almost instantly on another, completely different from that which he had left behind him. This drive way was lavish, from the glittering cobbled floor, to the giant iron gates that stood before him, the metal bent into an imposing swirling design with the name LeStrange shaped into it. He pushed the gates open; they were heavy, but not stiff – recent use loosening the hinges. The house behind it was nearly terrifying; the building was imposing, seeming to lean over him as he walked towards it.
He reached a large black wooden door, it had heavy metal stud lining it, with a large silver knocker positioned in the centre, shaped like a striking snake. He reached for the head of the creature, for it to begin hissing, appearing to come alive, it moved and he stepped back, feeling his blood race around his body, before the door creaked open.
"Weasley, not so easily scared are we?" A voice leered from the open doorway, Percy looked at the man standing there, he was tall and wide shouldered, his face was set into an expression of distaste, dark eyes clearly unimpressed with his visitor. "Well, don't stand there like a fool, the Lord will not be kept waiting."
Reaching up Percy adjusted the glasses sat upon his nose, before following the man through his home, thought there was nothing homely about the building, there were family portrait, all of which leered down upon the young redheaded man, the revulsion evident on each of their faces as their eyes followed him through their home, almost as if expecting him to reach out a steal their silverware. He followed the man into a large room, the ceiling was easily two floors high, the lower section of the walls panelled with dark wood, the higher part covered in a paper that was ornately decorated with silver and gold paint, the wallpaper alone probably cost as much as his mothers home. There was a great chandelier hanging over a large oval table that sat in the centre of the room currently, the chandelier dripped in gold and crystal, sending flickers of light which caught and reflected form the wallpaper, making the room in all appear quite bright.
He looked to the table, there were about two dozen chairs around it comfortably, at the far end, the head of the table, sat the Lord. Percy bowed his head slightly a a sign of respect, it seemed well received.
"Sit Weasley, I assume you are here for a reason."
His voice was even, there was no malice or dislike evident in his tone, and yet there was nothing near respect or friendliness in it either.
"My troll of a brother, Ronald, has gotten a girl pregnant, the entire group is up in arms in regards to it, the Order are beginning to grow concerned with the slowly rising number of innocents that are indirectly involved and becoming more cautious in their actions. None of them really seem to know at all what is going on," Percy informed the group around the table, he had not even looked at the other faces around the table, just took his seat near the middle. "Aimee and Harry seem so wrapped into their own little world that they miss the obvious, Ginny is causing havoc on both sides, currently she has caught the attention of a certain Thomas Harper-"
"Excuse me!"
Percy looked to the man who had interrupted him, a man who was short and slim, an non-imposing figure, beside him a taller but equally slim woman appeared to looked absolutely disgusted.
"Harper, do be quiet, this could potentially be very good news for us," Percy looked to his Lord, the monster he was, on the inside ad out, but he had what Percy wanted, power. "Having that girl could prove to be a good bargaining chip."
"Hermione-"
"The mudblood-"
"Is of course one of the hardest to get to, she's smart, whether some of you believe it or not, the truth is she is a truly brilliant witch, the only student there that prove to have any talent, however her attitude is clearly a problem, as well as her bloodline."
"Of course, well Weasley, you are proving a somewhat useful ally, I hope for this to continue, now you are excused before someone noticed your absence from that infested society."
Percy nodded, and left the room without another word, when the door closed behind him the Deatheaters looked back to their master, he waited for the door to close before turning to Harper.
"Encourage your son to do what he is required to, from what I understand we can easily break the damned Weasley group by killing that little girl, Thomas could be very useful in this quest. As for this unexpected little gift, use it to our advantage, we already know that Bellatrix's dirty mudblood niece has one child, the addition of another in a different sector of the Order Most defiantly provides us with leverage."
"Pius has managed slowly to infiltrate the Ministry, and we have others working Mungo's… When it comes to it, they will have no one."
"Sir, there's increasing pressure, three terror attacks in as many weeks, the public is still under the belief this are separate attacks but…" A man sitting at a large oak table looked up at the voice, he sighed heavily, shuffling the papers before him. "One hospital burnt down numerous dead, a prison electrical fault that let all prisoners escape, and three counties water supply contaminated."
"I know, I do, but no one can give me any answers, as far as every anti-terrorism squad in the country can tell there's been no link between the three incidents," The man sighed, his advisor looked no happier with his response. "I know it's a terror attack, but it's something new, something that none of us yet understand."
The adviser nodded, and left the room, leaving a tired man in the room alone, when the flames in the fireplace erupted once more and a tall slim man walked into his room, he was followed closely by a woman, this was an unusual occurrence, usually the portrait forewarned a visit.
"Minister, how can I be of help today?" He asked heavily, he was tired and could do without the other ministers visit.
"You can die," The woman answered before a bright green flew at him, and then darkness. "Come on Pius, let's not dally."