A/N: Sorry for the long delay….
Dedication: To my brother, who loves to brag that his sister writes "gay porn".
Disclaimer: I swear, I'm not JKR….really….
Warning: Um…..more character death….sheepish grin. Sorry.
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Chapter 5
2 years ago
Draco's Departure
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Ministry Frustrated About "Renegade" Epidemic
By: Evaline Pashaw
Following the demise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the capture of many of his supporters, the Wizarding World has enjoyed a life of relief. However, the recent explosion in Diagon Alley has alerted the ministry, and its Aurors, to a remaining threat. This threat is not exclusive to a possible rising of a new Dark Lord, but also includes some of our residents taking matters into their own hands.
The most elusive of these "renegade" witchs or wizards is Mrs. Molly Weasley, widow of ministry employed Arthur Weasley. Her twin sons, Fred and George, died in the Diagon Alley explosion and added themselves to an already long list of deceased family members from the war. After this discovery, the strong-willed, respected member of our community, buckled under the overwhelming grief.
The last confirmed sighting of Mrs. Weasley occurred during the clean- up effort in Diagon Alley. She was seen holding the charred remains of one of her beloved sons, and witnesses report hearing her mutter "No more" before disapperating from the area. Since then, her crusade to rid the world of evil has the attention of the Ministry, and has forced a desire for her arrest.
The new focus should not be perceived that the Ministry does not appreciate everyone's effort to maintain peace, it is the method that Mrs. Weasley chooses to impart her justice that has everyone so concerned.
Her method of judgment is a violent death.
Her favorite punishment is to make the offender experience the same death that her children and husband suffered. In many examples, Aurors have arrived on the scene and discovered suspected Death Eaters burned from the inside out, or eviscerated.
Aurors have been given specific orders to capture Mrs. Weasley at first sight and the Ministry has asked for immediate notification if anyone spots her.
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Would you want to get in the way of Molly Weasley? Me neither. Regardless of the fact that she was impossible to capture, to be completely honest, I didn't want to stop her. If the woman who was a mother to me wanted some revenge, I say go get 'em.
But as it turned out, she didn't remain a threat for long.
We were never given full details, and those who did know requested memory charms. All we know is that a package arrived at the Ministry and the announcement was made that the search for Molly Weasley was over.
Only imagination can tell you what might have been in that package.
And I miss her.
Your laugh, your smile, your gentle touch
All these and more I'll crave
Thoughts of you are never ending
Placing red roses on your grave
My last memory of her was at Ron and Hermione's wedding reception, about 3 months ago. I was suddenly pulled into a dark room and felt a soft kiss on my forehead as a few hairs were cut from my head. I never saw her, but felt her love surround me as she completed the potion that would allow her to see her son and daughter-in-law without interruption. I stayed in the room for an hour until a brief knock told me she was leaving. After finding Ron, the look on his face spoke every fear in the young man's heart. He knew that would be the last time he would ever see or hear from her again.
I can only hope that she is now with her family that preceded her to heaven, watching over those who remain.
Ron was such an empty shell of his former self, and Hermione was the only thing that brought light to his eyes.
Draco once said that he wished he could do that for me. I laughed in his face.
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So what's an Auror to do when the Dark Lord has been vanquished? Why round up all the stupid fuckers trying to take his place of course! I must admit, I loved my job…especially if they "resisted arrest".
Draco and I were not allowed to be partners. The Ministry was afraid that if caught in a tight spot that one of us would do something heroic, like sacrifice our life for the other.
I guess….
Because of this separation, and our varying missions, we didn't get to see each other often. Logic states that we should have appreciated the time we did share, but when did we ever do things logically.
Our arguments became more frequent and more vicious.
You know how people are able to define the moment when sex becomes love? Can you also define the moment when love becomes just sex?
We went from being lost without each other to losing ourselves. Our conversations became tense and short. Simple one-syllable answers were all we had the passion to give. Sex became less than a reward for patching our differences, and became more of a way to just pass the time. Eventually, that too dissolved completely.
And as much as part of me wanted to point the finger at Draco, I knew it was not his fault. Ever since the war, where so many of my friends died, I became jaded. I became everything he used to be although that was never his true personality. I was emotionless, disenchanted, hateful.
I was empty.
And I was taking from Draco to try to fill me.
"Do you remember happiness?"
He asked me once, sounding as if happiness was tangible.
"No, we never met."
That was the day his eyes shut down.
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I remember all that lead to the inevitable. I was on assignment with my partner tracking a small Death Eater faction through Spain when I had gotten word that the Dursley's had been killed. Apparating to the house, I saw the remains of the structure that has been my prison for 11 years. Apparently, someone had slipped in during the night and set fire to the residence. Vernon and Dudley, too fat to make a decent escape, burned inside. Aunt Petunia made it out, but the guilty party was so bent on success that they had waited for this possibility.
Aunt Petunia's head was impaled on a broken support beam that remained from that destruction.
The culprit had also engaged a cloaking charm on the house to guarantee the neighborhood was not alerted until the structure was beyond rescue.
And I could not help the smile that spread across my face.
There was nothing left to do, except go back to work despite protests from my boss to take time off.
My partner and I located the group of Death Eaters fairly easily, mainly because they were so disorganized, killing at random and making their presence known in every town they passed. And they even tried to fight back when we finally cornered them.
Which gave me a reason to kill them.
The last one grabbed a muggle child as a hostage. He held her close against him, daring me to make a move, his wand at her head.
"Adficio!"
I screamed a spell designed to temporarily bind magic, trapping it inside the body and rendering a wand useless. He had no way out.
Or so I thought.
Raising my wand, approaching slowly, my desire to remove the child from the equation. Then the bastard jammed his wand into her eye, and through her brain.
Her lifeless body dropped to the ground, and as she fell, I saw every person I ever loved fall with her.
We can run, but there is no end
As we see more darkness descend
My vengeance was brutal.
Levitating the man 10 feet above the ground, I fired spells to slowly break every bone in his body, then rupture every one of his veins.
Kate requested a new partner after that and I was placed on suspension. My reinstatement was contingent upon seeking "help" by a professional.
Are you kidding me?
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In Draco's absence, I spent a lot of time with old friends. Ron and Hermione had moved into The Burrow with the rest of the remaining Weasley's. Walking those hallways, hearing memories echo from the walls resurfaced feelings in me that I thought had been long dead. Add that to the mere company of my two best friends, I almost felt like my old self.
Then Draco came.
He was angry with me, shouting at me as we stepped from into the fireplace to floo home, and continuing his tirade as I wearily sat on the sofa. He was pacing back and forth in front of me, his hands in the air to enunciate some point he was trying to make. Then he stopped, looked directly at me and said,
"Deal with it."
His voice was so cold, reverting me back to our childhood school days. I reacted, jumping up and slamming him into the wall getting perverse satisfaction from hearing his skull thud from the impact.
"Make me" I replied, then spit in his face.
I left him there, stunned, as I made my way into the bedroom.
I fell asleep, and when I woke a few hours later I went searching for him. All I found was a small piece of parchment attached to one of my favorite pictures of the two of us.
"How can I say good-bye when your soul died a long time ago?"
I reread the note while the fierce November storm raged outside.
I look into the empty sky and scream
Please someone, teach me how to dream
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A/N The spell "Adficio" I got from the Latin word "drain" and 1, 327 apologies if anyone has used this spell name before. On that note, please review?