I blinked. Did I hear that right? Ron? But then I thought about it. In all those memories that I had watched Ron was someone who was rather close to our group. He was also a very close friend of me and Harry. I always wondered what had happened.
"What happened?" I asked, gulping down a load. I could see even in that little light of the slowly dying fire that he was shaking. I didn't know whether it was from anger or something else.
"I asked Ron to wipe your memories of our son," he said. "He…"
I wanted to ask him what had happened between us and Ron but I didn't. It seemed his story was already going in that direction the way his tone had changed all of a sudden as he was talking about it.
"He…Ron had feelings for you," he said. "I am sure you'd seen it in your memories form Hogwarts." He looked at me, probably expecting some sort of reply or gesture but I did nothing. He continued. "You two didn't end up on the same side. You two fought more than spending time together. Things were kind of similar between me and Ginny a year after we graduated from Hogwarts. It happened on chance, really – you and I. We both met each other in a muggle market in France. I was there on auror work and you over some ministerial work. We spent the whole week together. Even our schedules were same. We both had the same trip back home so we decided to stay there together as long as we were in that country. One thing led to another and we spent a night together and that was it."
I saw him reach for his wand and pull out a silver strand from his temple. It was a memory. He then waved his hand and his cupboard opened. From inside it floated out a miniature version of the pensive that I had seen in the inventory room. I knew everyone in this house had one for their own personal memory storage. He dipped the memory inside it and asked me to have a look at it. I hesitate for a moment, feeling it was not right to watch someone else's memory but then I gave in. I was more curious than worried about others at that point anyway. I needed to know things and if it meant me looking into other people's memories so be it.
Those images, those moments flashed before my eyes. How we spent that night together and confessed our feelings for each other that had apparently been temped inside us ever since our last few Hogwarts years. It was like a feeling I had never felt before when we both said those words to each other. What followed next was an official letter of dissociation that both I and Harry sent to Ron and Ginny respectively through Harry's account manager at Gringotts. Things weren't smooth or good from that point on. We both faced threats and words of anger and hatred from the two Weasely siblings and their mother.
As it turned out our feelings for those siblings wasn't true or honest in any way. While Harry falling for Ginny was pre-planned by the Weasely matron my relationship with Ron was just a way for Molly to pave way for her daughter to enter Harry's life. As I had happened although Ginny showed signs of infatuation towards Harry he didn't return those feelings until Ron and I was together. I think that gave him Ron's wordless permission that he could date his sister. Things had taken pace since then. We saw how quickly their relationship progressed or rather moved.
Ginny's lifestyle had changed overnight since her declaration of love for Harry. Molly's lifestyle changed as well. Turns out Ginny was spending a hefty amount of sum on herself and her mother. Harry being Harry didn't question it even though it affected him.
When we both sent the siblings the letter of dissociation their real nature was revealed. My relationship with Ron had started to dwindle the moment Harry and Ginny were officially together. He would ignore me. He wouldn't be home for days and even when he was he would be drunk. He would shout at me, beat me often. I took it all like an obedient girl. As I saw those memories I wondered why I didn't fight back.
The memories came to an end with our dissociation being finalized. Harry sued Molly, Ron and Ginny with everything he had. Needless to say he destroyed them.
"Things weren't the same after that. I am sure anyone can figure that out," Harry said. Months passed. You and I got married. One day Ron showed up on our doorstep. He looked in a bad state. He said that he had realized his mistake and was willing to do anything for us to give him one more chance. We took pity on him and forgave him although it was very hard for the both of us. Things started to go back to Normal. We became close to Ron once more like back in the days of Hogwarts. He had cut himself off with Molly and Ginny.
"Then we had James. Everyone was so happy. We named Ron his godfather. He was over the top, the happiest ever we'd seen him." He stopped. I noticed his eyes shine with a glint I had seen before. It was anger and fear. The contents of his room started to shake a little. I knew it was because of his emotional distress causing his magic to become volatile. I had seen similar thing happen in many of my dreams whenever Harry was emotional.
"The...Then we lost James," he said slowly. "I asked Ron to wipe your memories about our son so that I wouldn't have to face you with the truth. I couldn't make myself come to it. I was scared, afraid what might happen to you. I pleaded him to do it even though he seemed to hesitate as well. Why wouldn't he? I had asked him to do the impossible. Eventually he agreed as I made him swear on my life."
I was almost taken aback when he stumbled and fell on the floor, his glass being thrown off of his hand and shattering as it hit the floor, the alcohol in it flowing everywhere. I went over to him, keeping my cool as I crouched down and helped him up on the couch. I could feel him shaking.
"He…He forced himself upon you." I stopped as I looked at him looking helplessly towards the floor. I couldn't miss the streak of tear that rolled down his face as he said those words. I felt myself tremble. "By the time I received the news from you he had been long gone. You were lying on the floor barely conscious with your head bashed and your arms and jaw broken. Neville and others came soon as I just stood there watching you in that state helplessly. I didn't even know if you were alive. I was put under restrains by Kingsley as he dispatched a manhunt for Ron. I was under constant surveillance as I spent months in a custody cell, my mind half asleep due to the potions they gave me to keep me under cool.
"Months later I was slowly revealed the truth once more. They broke it to me as slowly as possible so that I wouldn't burst out. I took it all in with every bit of patience that I could muster, giving them a written oath in my own blood that I wouldn't go after him on my own because then I wouldn't be myself and that I could endanger others around me. I agreed but only under the condition that when they catch him I would be the one to pass the judgment. They all agreed. I made them agree on it by making them remember that they all owed me for defeating Voldemort, that they were bound by magic. And so all records of Ron's deeds were destroyed and everything that happened from there on was totally under the wraps, unofficial and simply illegal.
"You were placed under constant surveillance as I couldn't bring myself to face you even though you didn't remember any of that happening. Ron had wiped your memories of that incident. Kingsley told you that I was on field mission trying to find out more about Voldemort's daughter but I wasn't in truth. You wrote me letters, we talked on the conversation mirrors and I would lie to you every time. Thanks to the magic of the room of requirement at Hogwarts which Luna managed to learn she created me a similar room where I would replicate surroundings of the different places I was supposed to be at during the times you and I talked on the mirror so that you wouldn't doubt a thing. It all went good but for me every second of it was painful – lying to you on your face. To see that smiling face of yours and thinking how could I tell you about the fact that our only child was no longer in the world? Months passed, I stayed away from home but came to meet you once a while. You, as you are, were very understanding and supportive. Then one day you said you wanted to go and meet your parents.
"You had wiped yourself away from their memories. They lived somewhere in Australia only you knew. I knew this day would come and hoped that seeing them would make you feel a bit better like it did all those previous times. Every year you would go and see them…just standing far away and watching through the window of their house. You even once tried to talk to them by knocking on their door, pretending to find someone else. I could never forget that look you had when you'd watched them up that close. You'd cried yourself to sleep that night. I remember because I held you in my arms all night as you slept while crying.
"Someone had figured out who they were. I got the news not long after you were supposed to see them. When I reached there it was a mess. I had never felt so weak in my whole life. First I had lost our son right in front of me and then to see you crying on the street in front of your dead parents and their destroyed house…I couldn't contain myself. Fortunately I wasn't alone. Neville and Fred were there and so were many aurors and the magical authorities of the Australian Magical Community. They restrained me using magic binding runes so that I wouldn't harm anyone else as I was very close to losing it.
"When you asked me to do it I couldn't bring myself to do it. The memories of me losing our son flooded inside my head as I looked at you. I could never tell you about him now that this had happened. I was afraid you would snap and never come out of it. I also knew I couldn't see you in that state. It wouldn't be fair to you either. In just days your health had reduced drastically. You'd do nothing but cry. I could hear yours even in your sleep. I couldn't bear it. So I decided to listen to you. It was one of the hardest things that I had ever done in my whole life. I wasn't good at it. I knew that so I needed to think of a cover to provide for your new life. Yes, I had decided to go with you…make you forget about your parents but along with that I had decided to make you forget about everything else as well…about the fact that you knew me…our friends…that you were a witch at all.
"It was hard to convince others but they all knew why I wanted to do it. They tried to convince me but I was adamant. Eventually I got everyone on board and together we planned out a scenario for your new life as a muggle. With the help of muggle authorities we got you a new identity, a background and a new story to tell if anyone asked anything about you. Everything went well and then…"
"And then you did it," I said in a whisper. My voice was shaking as well and I had long since ignored the fact that I was crying. I was looking at him. I knew he was telling the truth because he was shaking…his voice was shaking. "You…You wiped out my memories of everything."
The silence was eerie but I didn't care. I had never felt more vulnerable, more confused or more of anything at that moment as I just stood there and watched him. His eyes were closed and he was silently crying, trying his best to hold back but failing every time.
I walked up towards him. He didn't bother to look up because he was too much emotional at that moment. He was so very vulnerable at that moment…at that time. I stood beside his couch, held his head in my hands and hugged him. He was sweating. His hair and neck was all wet from sweat and his face was wet form tears. His hand rose and rested on my own as he gave himself to me completely.
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I looked around the room. She had called me in to show me this. I couldn't understand it at first but then I realized what it was. I couldn't mistake that runic symbol at all, not after everything that she had taught and trained me in. But what is she planning?
"Ron," I turned around and saw he enter the room. The fact that I was being bossed around by a teenager was humiliating in itself but she could kill me any time. Also she had promised to help me exact revenge on Potter. He had destroyed my life. Taken that mudblood for himself and I was sure now that he had re-introduced her to this world they both would be fucking each other senseless every night. That luscious body belonged to me. As a pureblood it was my right to own any dirty blooded witch out there. They should feel lucky that they are the slaves of a pure blooded wizard. But she was too clever for her own good.
It won't matter though. Once I've killed Potter she would be mine. Then I will show her the real sight of being under a pure blooded wizard. Right now I needed to know what my master's plan was though as I was a bit confused.
"Is this…" I stopped as I realized I had spoken without being told to do so. I immediately went on my knees, my head bowed, touching the floor. I could feel her presence nearing me.
"I will allow you to speak for this time," she said. I shivered as I felt her so near to me. I looked up and realized her face was so close to mine. I froze in fear. Her aura…her presence was so much for me to handle. I felt bit nauseas as she walked away from me towards the huge runic symbol drawn on the floor. She then turned towards me and I realized she had given me permission to speak.
"Is that…" I muttered. "Is that a tempo span peregrination rune?"
"It is," she said with a smile. It always sent a chill down my spine whenever I saw her smile. I looked at her expectantly and she nodded giving me permission to speak.
"What…What is your plan?" I asked.
"I am sure you can figure it out," she said with a nod.
"But it will create a paradox," I said.
"Not if I play the cards of time correctly," she said. "You still have so much to learn especially because you haven't time travelled before. I am going to revive my father and bring him in this time so that we both rule this world together like it was meant to be."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. If it happened then Voldemort would just destroy my plan. I was meant to kill Harry. He wouldn't let that happen. My thoughts froze where they were though as I saw her come towards me. I shivered and tried to compose myself as much as I could as he came dangerously close to me. This was the closest she had ever been to me, her face merely an inch away from mine and before I could think of anything the impossible and unexpected happened as she put her lips on mine.
It felt as if my life force had been sucked out all of a sudden. I had experienced the presence and soul sucking process of dementors and this was at least a hundred times worse if not more. I felt like I would throw up on her face as I tried my best to hold my composure. Her breath and mouth smelled like dead and rot as she pushed her tongue in my mouth. It was slimy and disgusting. I gagged and immediately regretted it as she stopped that disgusting and foul act of kiss and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. I felt something invisible starting to choke me as I found myself lifting in the air. The next thing I knew my clothes were gone and so was hers.
The picture before me was of a five feet girl covered in maggots and leeches (?) as she walked towards me completely naked and waved her hand. I instantly became hard against my will and the next thing I knew I had the worst possible session of sex ever. It sucked so much out of me apart from my seed as she then let me drop half-conscious on the cold floor and walked towards the time travelling rune. She then squeezed out my seed form inside her vagina and put drops of it on each corner of the rune's shape. My eyes widened with realization as I came to know what it meant. I had learnt about this rune after I had come under her and this method of time travelling allowed a user to travel in any depth of past possible but it required a very strong identification of the user's presence. In this case it was my rudiment. And that meant that I was the one who would be time travelling and not her.
I somehow managed to stand up on my wobbly feet. I still felt very weak. She had definitely stolen some life force out of me during the intercourse. She turned around to look at me once she was done and smiled. Looking at my confused yet scared expression she smiled wider.
"Your thinking is right, Ronald," she said. "You will be travelling back in the past and bring my father to me. You want to ask something?"
"Am I really capable of doing such a feat?" I asked knowing full well to not question her directly. She chuckled.
"I don't carry my complete soul inside me," she said. "This mode of travel requires the user to spend a considerable amount of their life force and that cannot happen in my case as I don't have my complete soul."
"So how will I bring back the dark lord with me?" I asked and immediately realized that I hadn't asked permission to do so. She looked angry but then she composed herself.
"You will go back in time when he returned during your fourth year and make him weave his horcruxes back into his soul," she said. "Once that happens you will come back using this rune which I know you are very capable of making yourself. To make him come with you, you will show him this." She took out a vial filled with silver strands. Memories. "These are my memories that will explain him enough about the act that you are real and that you are from a different time. I have already tied links to this timeline and the one you will be heading in so that while returning you don't mistakenly jump into another timeline as that would be problematic for my plans."
I nodded. What else could I do? I took the vial which she handed to me and walked over to the rune as I stood at its center. She then waved her hand and I was stark naked. Time travelling at this level would definitely burn my clothing and wearing them while it happened would surely be a bad idea.
"Actify," she said, her wand pointed right at me and the rune glowed bright. I had to close my eyes and suddenly a really bad and nauseas feeling enveloped me as I felt like being sucked out of a really narrow tube.
When I landed an inaudible gasp escaped my mouth followed by whatever was in my stomach which wasn't much. As my throat and food pipe burnt from me barfing all over the grass I realized it was really dark around me.
"Just let it go."
I looked up. Nothing. Where was that sound coming from? It was like electricity crackling. It was then I realized that I also felt different. I touched my face and it felt younger. I looked at my hands. No cuts or bruises or anything. I was still naked but whatever scars or wounds that I had were no longer there. I then realized that I had shoulder-length hair and then I turned around and my eyes widened with shock as I saw the scenery in front of me.
There was a line of short-heighted shrubs covering me well from them but I could watch them clearly through a cap between the shrubs. The flashes coming out of their spells hitting each other illuminated the entire graveyard as I saw Harry, Voldemort and a couple of death eaters not ten meters away from me along with three ghostly figures of whom I only recognized Cedric. I couldn't believe it had worked. The spell worked in theory but experiencing it on my own was a whole different thing. I hid there knowing that it would end soon as it did when Harry broke his spell as the three ghosts blocked Voldemort's path. He then jumped over to Cedric's body and summoned he tri-wizard cup to himself and was gone. Voldemort's cry of anger followed next along with him killing a bunch of non-important death eaters before apparating out of there. Luckily enough I had heard where they were going before I came out of hiding and grabbed one of the dead death eaters' wand and conjured some clothing. I then looked around and found the memory vial lying on the ground not too far from where I had appeared. I picked it up and pocketed it carefully before conjuring a mirror and looking at myself.
It didn't surprise me anymore after what I had experienced as I looked at my fourteen year old body with shoulder length hair. I wondered what would happen if I let my other self, the self that actually was in this time right now sitting in the stadium surprised as everyone else over Harry bringing Cedric's dead body. I decided I wouldn't risk anything. I would play it safe because going to Voldemort was far riskier than anything and I didn't want to die. Fortunately I had the knowledge of my real self unlike my actual fourteen year old self who knew almost nothing in terms of complicated spell casting.
I placed my hand on my pocket just to be extra safe with the vial and apparated over to Lucius' place. Breaking in through the wards wouldn't be a problem. I would do it even if I have to kill everyone there which would be a damn easy thing to do because of my knowledge and power.
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