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me! Isenguard belongs to Tolkien and I don't know how many other people!
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Chapter 11
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The rain lashed down hard and an icy wind plagued the hillside. The sky was an incensed group of gathering malicious black clouds. On the hill top a group of people congregated together all dressed in billowing black robes with pale and unhappy faces. They stood around a tall monument of shiny black stone. It was a disheartening sight; people sobbed and looked to each other for comfort, not noticing the intense cold for their grief was stronger.
Ron watched from afar as Hermione comforted her friends: the memorial service for those killed had just finished. Hermione herself was in a grief- stricken state but was being strong for her friends. He watched as she hugged the widowed Anna Montage, wife of Jacob's last victim. He noticed Eilonwy consoling the distraught middle-aged son of Tellsa Gertman. Beside him Harry sighed.
"It's not right. These people don't even have the bodies to bury!" He said, indignantly.
"I know," Ron said regretfully, "we just couldn't find them."
"It's not your fault; I bet De Winter threw them into the sea or something equally as horrific."
"Yeah well. He won't trouble anyone anymore. They took him to Azkaban, and he won't be getting out, when the blood he took from these people runs out, he'll just die." Ron said, shivering.
"He deserves it." Harry said, "But I do feel sorry for him: he can't help being what he is."
"Yeah, but it's up to the courts to decide what happens to him." Ron replied.
"Why did he change his will for Hermione: if he was so evil?" Harry asked.
"I think he really was fond of her. But there isn't much. He didn't have a penny left; otherwise he wouldn't have needed to kidnap Eilonwy. There is a run down Tudor manor house though with big grounds; well it's an estate really," Ron said.
"Surely that must have been worth something? Why didn't he sell that?" Harry asked, "He was muggle-born, he could have sold it the house to the National Trust and the grounds to farmers."
"The National Trust?" Ron asked, confused.
"Never mind." Harry replied, "Muggle thing."
"Well anyway, the house and grounds are a mystery, he had had them valued. They were worth an awful lot of money, even in the wizarding world. It's a mystery why he didn't just sell them." Ron said.
Their conversation was stopped as Hermione and Eilonwy joined them. Neither off them looked their best in dull black robes, relevant to the event that had just taken place. Hermione smiled weakly up at him, and he took her hand squeezed it, sympathetically.
Eilonwy and Harry left, heading down the path back to the castle. Ron and Hermione lingered as she put flowers onto the black stone monument that had been erected in honour and memory of the victims.
"I trusted him." Hermione whispered, "How could I have been so blind?"
Ron looked down at her affectionately, she was a mess. Her face was paler than usual and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Her wild curls were sopping wt and hung lankly around her face with none of their usual boisterousness and charm.
He reached down and wiped away the tear that had started crawling down her face, "You weren't to know. I liked him too when I first met him. He seemed almost grandfatherly."
"He was, but it was all an act!" Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione!" He said drawing her into an embrace. They stood there for several moments but Hermione drew away saying:
"You're right! I shouldn't be blaming myself." She said.
"No you shouldn't. If it's anyone's fault it's the Unspeakables giving Jacob the run of this place." Ron muttered, at the mention of the Unspeakables Hermione's expression had turned angry and worried, "what?"
"They have withdrawn their permission for the Station to operate. They are closing it down."
* Warm and safe within the castle, not having gone to the memorial service, Lavender Brown interviewed Oliver Wood about his career, when she had finished she said, "Of course you aren't the real story here!"
"I know." He replied, "But Ron says that information on things that went on in this Station, will by law become classified information."
"Oh." Lavender frowned, "Apparently you will be the biggest story then."
*
A month later, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Eilonwy met in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well it's gone." Hermione said, regret in her voice.
"The Unspeakables demolished the castle." Eilonwy explained.
"It's for the best." Harry said.
"I know." Hermione replied.
The talk turned to more cheerful things, Ginny's wedding, Christmas, Eilonwy's recent visit home, the birth of Percy's second child: named Kathryn.
"You're all welcome to the Burrow for Christmas, unless you're going home E" Ron said. (Ron had decided that Eilonwy's name was too much of a mouthful and nicknamed her E, Hermione had pointed out that hers was longer and he used her full name but he just shrugged.)
"No, I'd be delighted too! We don't have Christmas in Herolia." Eilonwy said.
"You've never had a proper Christmas till you've had a Weasley one!" Harry grinned at his girlfriend.
"No." Hermione muttered distractedly.
Ron realised his mistake, "If it's too much for you, with everyone being there, you don't have to come," He said.
"No it will be nice to see everyone again, and meet the new members," Hermione said smiling happily.
"Good then it's settled. You'll all come to the Burrow on Christmas!" Ron said, beaming, Harry didn't have to be asked; he was a Weasley and had spent every Christmas with them since the end of Hogwarts.
"Now Ron, I don't know what you'll say to this. But I have a job at the Auror's Institute." Hermione said carefully, "But it's in the Research section so it won't be all that different from the Station." "That's wonderful!" Ron said, hugging her.
"What about you Eilonwy?" Harry asked.
"Same as Hermione," Eilonwy replied.
"Perfect!" Harry chuckled.
"Indeed, one thing is troubling me though." Hermione said.
"What is?" Eilonwy asked.
"What am I going to do with the Tudor House?"
AN- Please, please review!!!!!!!
The rain lashed down hard and an icy wind plagued the hillside. The sky was an incensed group of gathering malicious black clouds. On the hill top a group of people congregated together all dressed in billowing black robes with pale and unhappy faces. They stood around a tall monument of shiny black stone. It was a disheartening sight; people sobbed and looked to each other for comfort, not noticing the intense cold for their grief was stronger.
Ron watched from afar as Hermione comforted her friends: the memorial service for those killed had just finished. Hermione herself was in a grief- stricken state but was being strong for her friends. He watched as she hugged the widowed Anna Montage, wife of Jacob's last victim. He noticed Eilonwy consoling the distraught middle-aged son of Tellsa Gertman. Beside him Harry sighed.
"It's not right. These people don't even have the bodies to bury!" He said, indignantly.
"I know," Ron said regretfully, "we just couldn't find them."
"It's not your fault; I bet De Winter threw them into the sea or something equally as horrific."
"Yeah well. He won't trouble anyone anymore. They took him to Azkaban, and he won't be getting out, when the blood he took from these people runs out, he'll just die." Ron said, shivering.
"He deserves it." Harry said, "But I do feel sorry for him: he can't help being what he is."
"Yeah, but it's up to the courts to decide what happens to him." Ron replied.
"Why did he change his will for Hermione: if he was so evil?" Harry asked.
"I think he really was fond of her. But there isn't much. He didn't have a penny left; otherwise he wouldn't have needed to kidnap Eilonwy. There is a run down Tudor manor house though with big grounds; well it's an estate really," Ron said.
"Surely that must have been worth something? Why didn't he sell that?" Harry asked, "He was muggle-born, he could have sold it the house to the National Trust and the grounds to farmers."
"The National Trust?" Ron asked, confused.
"Never mind." Harry replied, "Muggle thing."
"Well anyway, the house and grounds are a mystery, he had had them valued. They were worth an awful lot of money, even in the wizarding world. It's a mystery why he didn't just sell them." Ron said.
Their conversation was stopped as Hermione and Eilonwy joined them. Neither off them looked their best in dull black robes, relevant to the event that had just taken place. Hermione smiled weakly up at him, and he took her hand squeezed it, sympathetically.
Eilonwy and Harry left, heading down the path back to the castle. Ron and Hermione lingered as she put flowers onto the black stone monument that had been erected in honour and memory of the victims.
"I trusted him." Hermione whispered, "How could I have been so blind?"
Ron looked down at her affectionately, she was a mess. Her face was paler than usual and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Her wild curls were sopping wt and hung lankly around her face with none of their usual boisterousness and charm.
He reached down and wiped away the tear that had started crawling down her face, "You weren't to know. I liked him too when I first met him. He seemed almost grandfatherly."
"He was, but it was all an act!" Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione!" He said drawing her into an embrace. They stood there for several moments but Hermione drew away saying:
"You're right! I shouldn't be blaming myself." She said.
"No you shouldn't. If it's anyone's fault it's the Unspeakables giving Jacob the run of this place." Ron muttered, at the mention of the Unspeakables Hermione's expression had turned angry and worried, "what?"
"They have withdrawn their permission for the Station to operate. They are closing it down."
* Warm and safe within the castle, not having gone to the memorial service, Lavender Brown interviewed Oliver Wood about his career, when she had finished she said, "Of course you aren't the real story here!"
"I know." He replied, "But Ron says that information on things that went on in this Station, will by law become classified information."
"Oh." Lavender frowned, "Apparently you will be the biggest story then."
*
A month later, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Eilonwy met in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well it's gone." Hermione said, regret in her voice.
"The Unspeakables demolished the castle." Eilonwy explained.
"It's for the best." Harry said.
"I know." Hermione replied.
The talk turned to more cheerful things, Ginny's wedding, Christmas, Eilonwy's recent visit home, the birth of Percy's second child: named Kathryn.
"You're all welcome to the Burrow for Christmas, unless you're going home E" Ron said. (Ron had decided that Eilonwy's name was too much of a mouthful and nicknamed her E, Hermione had pointed out that hers was longer and he used her full name but he just shrugged.)
"No, I'd be delighted too! We don't have Christmas in Herolia." Eilonwy said.
"You've never had a proper Christmas till you've had a Weasley one!" Harry grinned at his girlfriend.
"No." Hermione muttered distractedly.
Ron realised his mistake, "If it's too much for you, with everyone being there, you don't have to come," He said.
"No it will be nice to see everyone again, and meet the new members," Hermione said smiling happily.
"Good then it's settled. You'll all come to the Burrow on Christmas!" Ron said, beaming, Harry didn't have to be asked; he was a Weasley and had spent every Christmas with them since the end of Hogwarts.
"Now Ron, I don't know what you'll say to this. But I have a job at the Auror's Institute." Hermione said carefully, "But it's in the Research section so it won't be all that different from the Station." "That's wonderful!" Ron said, hugging her.
"What about you Eilonwy?" Harry asked.
"Same as Hermione," Eilonwy replied.
"Perfect!" Harry chuckled.
"Indeed, one thing is troubling me though." Hermione said.
"What is?" Eilonwy asked.
"What am I going to do with the Tudor House?"
AN- Please, please review!!!!!!!