4.Voldemort meets Ron, and Draco dies
Voldemort stepped out of his room with Gaara and Bellacrux at his side. The three walked promptly to the cell #4, the cell where Ron Weasly was imprisoned.
Bellacrux swung open the door for Voldemort, as he walked in. The boy looked up. Voldemort noticed Gaara's presence beside Him.
"This boy, this is Ronald Weasly?" Voldemort asked Bellacrux. She nodded.
"Hello Ronald. Or do they call you something else?" Voldemort asked in mock sweetness. There was silence in the room.
"Ron." Ron spat out bitterly. He felt the Dark Lord smack him in the head.
"Now let's try that again. What is the name you commonly go by?" Voldemort said a little louder and with none of the previous sweetness. Ron did not answer.
"Answer me boy!" The Dark Lord yelled. Ron was repeatedly punched in the groin and gut.
Ron spat up blood. The Dark Lord smiled. "I told you-it's Ron." He spat. Blood spattered on the Dark Lord's clean robes. Bellacrux's eyes widened. Gaara was simply smiling.
Voldemort gasped. Ron smiled a bloody smile. "I'd kill you if I didn't need you!" Voldemort cried out in anger. Ron was slapped on the head and punched repeatedly in the groin. More blood was spat up.
"M'lord, should we make the ransom?" Gaara asked politely.
"Why should you? Harry will come and get me anyway." Ron interjected. Bellacrux walked over and knocked his head against the wall. Ron blacked out.
"Yes Gaara, an exelent point. We shall send Death Eaters to the ministry." Voldemort replied with the previous sweetness of a kind father figure. Gaara nodded and silently walked along behind the Dark Lord.
One day He's a ruthless wizard killing without remorse, and the next He's a kind father figure. How do I deal with this man? Do I side with Him, or with the Chosen One? I shall play along, that is for certain. Gaara contemplated.
As Gaara finished thinking, the three reached their destination. The common room was filled with all of the Death Eaters. "My dear servants, you have been faithful to me for all this time. Now, as we near the chance to rule the wizarding world again, I ask you to join me again in my final stage of the mission to kill Harry Potter." Voldemort called in a memorized semi-speech. Cheers rose up unamously in the common room. Gaara, along with Bella, stayed silent until their time. Voldemort nodded to Gaara.
"We have captured the boy know as Ronald Weasly. We have captured five mudbloods and fifteen muggles. We are now ready to make a ransom," Gaara called to the crowd. She then nodded to Bella.
"We will ransom the life of Harry Potter and the title of Minister of Magic for our Lord Voldemort. We will make sure that our ransom is heard," Bella called passionately. Cheers arose in waves. Lord Voldemort had to raise his hands to calm the crowd before speaking.
"I must choose a party to go to the Ministry to make such a ransom. Lucius, Draco as well, Crabbe, Goyle, Henderson, Snape, Bellacrux, Korh, and Talon. All of you will go." Voldemort chose.
Then Gaara and Bella followed Lord Voldemort back to their rooms. "My Lord, might I be so bold as to ask why I was not chosen for this mission?" Gaara asked daringly.
"Gaara, you have gone through many other missions flawlessly, now it is time for some one else to try to gain my favor. Good night girls." Lord Voldemort said patiently. Gaara and Bella retired to their rooms.
Gaara lay in bed watching the ceiling. So many thoughts wizzed through her head. He never said anything about the Minister of Magic position. And how can he just play us two-faced! One minute, he's kind and sweet and a great father, then he turns to a killer! Nobody can do that! I don't–I don't understand him at all. Gaara kept thinking these things over and over until she fell into a fitful sleep.
Lucius prepared his team outside of the ministry. Each member had appearated separately, including Draco. "We split up in groups," Lucius started. "Crabbe, Goyle, Korh, you handle the reinforcements. Watch for extra guards and paintings that can 'talk'. Draco, Henderson, and I will take the minister… So who does that leave? Ah! Bellacrux, Korh, and Snape. You have the job of posting the ransom. Go!"
Lucius and Draco raced down the corridors of the ministry, confident of the mission. They arrived near the minister's office and slowed to a walk to look inconspicious. Passing the guard, they entered the office to find Fudge at his desk looking over some documents.
"Ah! Lucius, and is this young Draco? My have you grown!" Fudge exclamed. As Fudge was saying this, Lucius nodded to Draco to sneak around Fudge's back.
"What's going o-" Fudge squealed. Draco had his wand at the back of Fudge's head.
"Say anything and you die. Father, will give you instructions." Draco said darkly. Fudge nodded in agreement.
"We are going to take a little stroll out of the ministry. You will act as if nothing is happening when you clock out. We walk out, and take you where you need to go. Understand?" Lucius said gently but firmly. Fudge nodded fearfully.
Guard Neville Utarich was trained to notice any and all curses put on the minister when a single word was spoken, dream. So while sitting at his desk, three men, the Cornelious Fudge, Lucius Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy came up, Guard Utarich tensed up.
"Good night, Neville. Sweet dreams," the minister said slowly. The three clocked out and walked off.
Neville stood up and spoke the only curse that popped into his mind- "Stupefy!" right at the shortest one.
Draco Malfoy turned to see a red spell hurdling towards him. Quickly, he shouted a "Avada Kedavra!"' The two spells hit, and collided with eachother. But instead of fusing, the spells bounced off of each other and hit their owners square in the chest, killing Draco, and knocking out the guard.
Lucius turned to find Draco lying face up, and the guard as well. Walking over, he checked for a pulse, and found none.
"Draco! Draco wake up! Dracooooooooo!" Lucius screamed.
"You monster! You will pay for this!" Lucius snarled at the stupefied guard lying flat. "Avada Kedavra."
Lucius walked out with Draco in his arms, and Fudge tied and following on a Wingardium Leviosa. The nine randevous at the house.