DISCLAIMER : Description of rape in the third (last) section of this chapter might be triggering for some
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The Furies who got out of the room of requirements after this last summer were a long cry from the young students who entered it. The Order members who welcomed them back would describe it later to their fellow members as a squadron of warriors. They moved as a group, their eyes scanning the room while their families and friends studied them wearily.
Molly was staring at her son. She finally noticed how much he looked like Charlie. Her last boy seemed to have grown a few inches, but maybe it was his muscular body that made her feel this way. His baby face had lost some of its chubbiness, but he was still smiling at Neville. Neville was smirking back. Yet, with the new scar that crossed his left eye, the boy, who everyone said was almost a squib, looked like a dangerous wizard.
She startled when she noticed both boys holding hands, and chanced a look at Amelia. The Longbottom matriarch raised her shoulders.
If they could find love in such an horrid time, why deny them?
Lovegood and Zabini were out next, and Molly wondered if they were also a couple. One of the Patil twins' arrival and subsequent kiss with Zabini told her she was wrong. She smiled when she saw her daughter between Harry and Draco, but her smile faltered as her features became clearer. Ginny had told her about the scars, but had never shown herself so freely.
Molly decided the darker hair fit her daughter well, and was thankful for Harry and Draco. She had known for a while about those two young men and her daughter. She noticed Ginny's eyes, and a scar wrapped around her forearm.
She remembered why she was there too. They had hurt her baby girl. She would kill them one by one even if it meant coming back from the dead.
She didn't even frown when Severus and Hermione closed the march, hand in hand.
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It was late September. The feel of fall made Hermione want to light a fire and snuggle with a book. She just finished an external patrol where she and Ginny had collected some intel about a group of civic servants. They had enough evidence to get those death eaters sympathizers fired from the ministry, reducing the dark lord's influence.
Today was a good day.
They entered Grimaud, the Order headquarters, and stopped in the kitchen. There, the board Severus had designed to display Order news in each room, informed them Shaklebot and Arthur Weasley were finishing a meeting with some financial contacts Mundungus had found. Trying to undermine the financial basis of the dark lord and his minions was of the utmost importance, and no one was too unsavory for the Order anymore.
Hermione straightened her spine, ready to dazzle potential new partners. Ginny turned the doorknob to the meeting room. The guests' voices could be heard clearly now. They sounded friendly, which means a really good day for the Order.
Hermione almost stumbled into Ginny, who was frozen. The redhead touched the doorframe, using it to balance herself. Her breathing was getting shallow.
A panic attack?
Hermione touched her shoulder, and realized her friend was shaking. Ginny's eyes stared a hole through the door.
"It's one of them."
Ginny turned to Hermione, a tear rolling on her cheek. "One of the two who hurt me."
Hermione's breadth caught in her throat. She'd seen those particular episodes from Ginny's first year.
Stuck as a sixteen years old forever, the Tom Jedusor's sould that had possessed the young witch had many fantaisies. He made sure he didn't miss this opportunity. Ginny had been locked in her own mind, while the dark lord had arranged her visits to a seedy establishment that offered any type of service if you could pay. It was him who asked them to hit her harder. Still, she could feel everything.
Hermione had tasted herself the despair coming with assault. The shame. The anger. Yet, the Voldemort of current days had tastes that weren't so extreme anymore. Hermione had gone to the dark lord knowing well she would get tortured and raped, but Ginny's scars showed a different level of madness. Hermione looked at Ginny. "What do you want me to do?"
Ginny paused for a couple of steadying breaths. It only took her a few seconds to fully transform into the Red Fury.
"I am going to take care of this piece of shit really, really slow. After that, I doubt any of his partners will accept to join our side. I need you and Severus to obliviate those fuckers or manipulate their memories so they don't realize he's gone before they left Hogwarts. That way, we can still convince them to join. They'll only realize their friend is gone a few days later." She smiled, the point of her canines showing. "Go find him."
Hermione left in a hurry.
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Ginny stood for a few seconds at the door, tilting her head back to take a deep breath. She thanked all the Gods she ever prayed to for their gift, and promised she would not let her prey escape her. She entered the meeting room slowly, closing the only exit behind her with a locking spell tied to her aura. No one would get in and out without her consent today. She finally took him in. He hadn't changed much in those few years. Got a little hairier, and a little fatter.
That's what happens to men who believe their money will protect them forever. Good.
He finally saw her, and she was delighted when his eyes widened.
So you recognize me. Better.
She was ready for battle, and deflected the curse coming her way wandlessly, smiling at her attacker. Chaos ensued in the room, no one understanding why a dark spell had been thrown at one of the Order members. All wands were now raised, everyone believing the other group to be the enemy. Ginny saw Remus and Tonks from the corner of her eyes. Their proximity confirmed they had reconciled.
Ginny's head tilted on the side. "Hi Daddy." The immediate silence told her everyone understood the underlying meaning. "It's been a while, Daddy. Why don't I show you some new tricks? I've learned so much more about pain than what you taught me."
She took three steps forward, and her prey backed down with his wand raised. He knew he couldn't explain what that bitch was hinting to his partners. They were good financial partners, but he knew none of them shared his specific tastes. He had probed, just to see if he could mix business and pleasure. But they weren't like him, and no amount of money would convince them to do business with a pedophile…
His eyes went left and right, gauging his chances. He decided that the best path forward was to make sure this girl kept silent forever. He should have known better, and treated her like the rest of the toys he had in the past, but she seemed so willing in her school uniform. She always asked for more, and moaned in pleasure while he crucioed and raped her at the same time. She was the one who said she wanted to wear his mark forever. The bitch had liked it , and she didn't deserve to pretend the contrary and ruin his life.
"Avada-"
He was stopped by an intolerable pain, and dropped on his knees. His wand arm laid, two meters away from him, sliced by Ginny's wordless cutting curse. She accioed the bloody limb, and picked up his wand. She snapped it, and he couldn't stop the feeling he felt in his spine.
"Guess you won't need that anymore."
Ginny walked toward him, but Shaklebot and Tonks inserted themselves between her and her rapist. Shaklebot tried to reason with her. "We can't let you attack a man like that, Ginny. Our checks didn't show him doing anything illegal."
"He's guilty, now let me have him."
She had three of the Order wands pointed at her now, and almost rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Not until you show us some evidence."
"He is a predator, and he plays with the system. The war is about changing the system." The green of her eyes had depths of gold, and their burning fire stopped Shacklebolt in his footsteps.
"I can still feel him, standing in front of you. He is the reason my eyes are that way. One day, he beat me so hard that one of my eyes popped out of my skull!"
Ginny looked at the man, enraged, "If I legilimens this son of a bitch, how many kids do you think I'm going to see being abused? How many like me who can still feel his curses?"
Shaklebolt spoke softly, "Let's do that, Ginny. Let's bring him to justice. He'll receive the kiss."
Ginny grabbed a marble from her jacket.
"I doubt death by dementor's kiss is going to satisfy me. I have a much better idea."
As the marble dropped on the floor and broke into a shiny dust, everyone's vision faltered. In the fading of their surroundings, they could only see Ginny's shadow approaching the quivering body of her rapist to take him away.
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It took them a minute to realize they were in a memory. Remus muttered to himself, wondering how the young woman managed to replicate the feeling of a Pensieve.
In the middle of the memory was a large bed, with sheets already tainted with blood. The man they met at Grimaud was sitting on it, talking obscenities to a little girl in a school uniform.
When the little girl raised her head, Ginny's eyes locked with each of them.
Suddenly they were in Ginny's body, an active participant, and a wave of fear submerged them when they felt another hand grab their waist and an erection pressed on their back.
"Beg for us again baby girl, and maybe we won't hurt you more than what you deserve."
They started fighting, sobbing no, when a dark voice pulled them in their head. "You like it, don't you?"
They fought nausea as Voldemort raped their mind while the two men raped their body at the same time. The pain twirled and transformed as a black cloud, and they woke up again, handcuffed and bleeding. A voice in the dark spoke. "Crucio".
They screamed until their voice was raw. Blackness surrounded them and they welcomed it. But nothing was sweet in the place they were in, and the dark lord grabbed their hair.
"You're worthless," he mocked. "No one even knows you're here. You see, you could die today and no one would care."
And they wept, while he raped them again. They wept for the pain to stop. For death to come.
Please. Let me die.
The memory twirled again, showing another episode. And another. The plea became stronger, Let me die, until it became the only thing they could think or feel. Until it surrounded them.
They woke up back to Hogwarts, in stunned despair. The rapist wasn't in the room anymore. They all felt better about it.
