Azadeh visited Hermione again and this time Hermione had some things ready for her to help Harry remember. "I know your magic is restricted, especially you being trained as a Shaman, but these might work. If anything, you could get him to drink a potion, some are tasteless that I've marked. Although, I don't know how successful they'll be since we can't tell what happened to Harry," Hermione bit her lip.
"Thank you, Hermione... I do have some good news for you too, but, it has to do with the bracelets, not Ron." Hermione nodded sadly and let her continue. "Well, I've been meeting secretly with my father, and they may have found a way to get the bracelets off."
Hermione's eyes lit up, "REALLY? You're serious!" Azadeh nodded.
"I wanted to know...did you want to come with me, run away, try again and figure out how to end all this tyranny once and for all?"
"Yes. YES...I have to go and soon...," she almost seemed desperate.
Azadeh looked confused, "why...what's wrong?"
Hermione started to tear, "because Jasper is thinking about marrying Eliza now...he says, she's a pure-blood, that I was more companionship than anything...and..."
"Well, he'll just give you or sell you to someone else, right? It's not like I wouldn't be able to find you."
"No. I overheard them talking...she...she wants to get rid of me...for good."
"WHAT? But why not just sell you...or something, I could arrange it where you were close to me or something, I know I could...," Azadeh was desperate, now it seemed the time was working much harder against her than she realized.
"It's out of jealousy. Jasper wanted to keep me on, you know, for help around the house since he isn't rich enough for a house elf, but she wouldn't hear of it. Said, 'she doesn't want a mudblood touching her things.' God, I haven't heard that word in forever, I guess Jasper sheltered me from it... They're planning on killing me, Azadeh, and I don't know how...or how long I have, I know it will be some time after the honeymoon, but that's all I know..."
Azadeh looked around as if she was thinking of something, "I'm meeting my father soon, I'll tell him...we'll work something else out..we'll get you out of here as soon as we can. I won't let them hurt you." Hermione and Azadeh hugged each other.
She was now doing overtime, trying to find out how to get to the Weasleys without being detected. Azadeh knew Lucius still watched her from time to time, she sensed him, but at this point, she was getting desperate. Azadeh knew that Harry rarely checked his detection papers because he trusted her, and even though she didn't want to take advantage of that trust, she had to find a way.
Then one day, she just went for it. Azadeh joined a charitable organization that helped those who were poor and victims of the war...and who was on the list but none other than the Weasleys. She felt like her prayers were being answered by the Creator, this was all too coincidental, and she was going to take it.
The day came when she had to drop off a food basket to the Weasleys, and she volenteered immediately. They asked that she not wear the cloak because of the fear it created and she gladly did so. Azadeh's breath was quick, nervous, her heart beating in her chest, wondering what they would be like now. Was Ron any different? She didn't sense Lucius, hopefully he was busy tormenting someone else.
Soon a red headed woman answered the door, Mrs. Weasley, she was much thinner than before, her eyes sadder, but still kept a smile. "Hello, dear..."
"Oh, hello. I'm from the charity...I brought you a food basket."
"Thank you, you can sit that right over there," Azadeh was welcomed in and even offered a cup of tea. The house was more rustic now, not being able to afford to take care of it, a few things had to be let go of, Azadeh was sure of it.
"You have a nice home."
"Thank you, nice of you to say...," Mrs. Weasley looked around sadly, she remembered a time when the house of full of children, a time when things were happier. "So, you're a new face, haven't seen you before."
"No, ma'am, I'm new in general."
"You sound like you're from America..."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hm," Mrs. Weasley seemed to sigh sadly. "I guess they're bringing them fromAmerica too, to be sold like cattle." Azadeh only nodded. "I'm sorry, I just get so upset at things like that..."
"It's alright. If I may ask, where is the rest of your family?"
Mrs. Weasley's eyes teared a bit, "Well...come and see..."
Azadeh was walked out of the back of the house, the field was still there that Harry talked about, but it had graves...quite a few, in fact. She stopped for a minute, then continued with Mrs. Weasley. She looked at the graves, 'Ron Weasley' was among them...then Ginny...Mr. Weasley...Percy...
"Bill and Fluer are in hiding, I haven't seen them in a while, Ron was just buried recently...he got very sick, but I think it was more of a broken heart. He had tried to buy Hermione...saved up as much as he could, even went to the man that bought her a number of times...but he refused," Mrs. Weasely wiped away another tear.
Azadeh couldn't believe it, she was too late...she knew she had little time, but not this little... "I'm...I'm sorry," there was a lump the size of a golf ball in her throat, and started to tear.
"Oh, no...I'm sorry, I just, I don't know why I showed you this...it was wrong of me. I just..."
"You're lonely," Azadeh finished.
"Yes, I suppose I am," Mrs. Weasley did a slight sound that confirmed her grief.
Azadeh hugged her, she hugged this woman that she didn't really know, wanting to take away all this horrible pain. She looked at Mrs. Weasley, "I PROMISE YOU, it will get better...things WILL CHANGE." The red headed woman almost looked confused before Azadeh ran off.
She ran to the park as fast as she could, what she was running to, Azadeh had no idea...maybe she was running from the pain that poor woman felt. Losing almost her entire family in four years, and there was nothing that could bring them back. Finally, out of breath, her legs tired, Azadeh plopped down on a bench, her eyes trying to blink away the tears that were coming but they fell anyway. It was now she felt Lucius's presence, and it some sick way, it comforted her that someone was watching over her...her dark angel hiding somewhere she couldn't see.
Azadeh curled up into a ball and rocked herself, how was she supposed to tell Hermione that Ron was dead, the man she loved was dead...why? WHY did she take so long? If it was just recently...how long? Yesterday? One week? One month? What was she doing then when he died? She wanted to make it right some how, but how...exhaustion set in, this form of exhaustion, exhaustion from trying too hard, worrying too much, fighting all the time...
She stood up and put the cloak on that had Harry's symbol on it and started to walk, all of a sudden, the earth started to spin slightly and causing her to fall on her hands and knees, her breathing rapid. Azadeh shut her eyes tight, wanting it to stop, but there was this feeling of someone wrapping a tight rope around her chest...but it wasn't a spell, she was having an anxiety attack. She laid herself down on the grass, trying to calm down...Harry couldn't see her like this, he would stop her working for sure and she had to get message to Hermione.
Someone walked towards her, by the sound of heavy footsteps, it was a man. Azadeh saw the face and it was Lucius, her condition worsened immediately when he scooped her up and apparated to a more private area where they couldn't be seen. She was nearly blacking out now, fear also rushing through her along with all the other things she was feeling. She felt a large and heavy hand on her stomach, but didn't have enough strength to push it off, then she heard humming...he could actually sing? He had a beautiful voice, which was just irony.
When Lucius saw her drop to the ground, his concern mounted. He had seen her running and wondered what or who she was running from, and if he found it, he'd kill it or them. But she didn't seem to be running from anything...but she was crying, who was making her cry? What was happening? Then when she dropped to the ground, he had no choice then to come and get her, he couldn't just leave her there, he didn't want to. Lucius could have called Harry, but then Harry would question him as to how he knew...then there would be trouble, no doubt.
After he apparted to a private place, one that was his favorite so he could think, he placed her in his lap, holding her. Out of curiousity, Lucius placed his hand on her stomach to see if her condition was more of a 'delicate nature'. He sighed in relief when he realized she wasn't, he meant what he said, once he got her back, he would kill Harry's child.
Lucius petted her and loved on her, he was sorry for what he'd done...he simply blacked out and didn't remember, his love for her had driven him mad and he knew it. And someone like him who couldn't have what he wanted, especially when he went through so much to get it only to have it taken away, was unbearable. He then sang to her, rarely did he do this. Lucius was told a few times that he had a beautiful voice, he was trained by his mother who loved the arts and taught it, his father discouraged it though, saying that singing was more of a woman's place. Still, he would sing for Azadeh to comfort her, it was a french song, a lullaby...which worked, she fell asleep hanging on to his robes.
Apparating to Harry's place, where few Death Eater's knew the secret location, he laid her down on the hammock in the backyard, kissing her before he left...wishing for more, wanting more, and soon, if things worked out as planned..he'd get it.
Azadeh woke up feeling much better, but she couldn't remember what exactly happened. She remembered being carried, who helped her? Flapping around for a second, and not realizing she was on a hammock, she flipped over onto the ground in a hard thud. "OH. MY. GOD. That really hurt," she muffled.