Nosey Parker

30th January 2018 and December 31st 2010 (Ron is 37)

RON: This can not be happening.

"Frankie!" I yell as I pace up and down my office with a red headed baby cradled in each arm, "Frankie quickly, I need you!"

Frances enters the office and freezes at the sight of me with the two squirming naked red heads and her eyes widen before she shakes her head vigorously and begins to back out of the door again.

"Oh no, not my job I'm afraid Agent Weasley."

"But Frankie I have a briefing," I pleaded desperately as I glanced up at the clock on the wall, "I have a briefing that started two minutes ago I'm late please."

"I am not a babysitter," she said primly.

The baby girl began to cry and I rocked her a little more and tried to quieten her down.

"Shhh, not now eh Aimez, be a good girl for daddy."

"The nursery would be able to take your children off your hands if you want me to floo them?" Frances suggested while keeping the maximum distance between us she could manage while still remaining inside the same room as me.

"No time Frankie I'm late already," I said while bobbing up and down and back and forth with the now pleasantly gurgling babies, "And this one isn't mine, it's me!" I said as I nodded to the contented little boy cradled in my other arm.

"I do not answer to you in baby form sir, only from eighteen years onwards," Frances said with a slightly offended tone.

"I'm not asking you to take baby dictation I'm just asking for you to sit with them while I go and see Langley that's all. I won't be gone longer than five minutes I'm sure."

Frances didn't look impressed. She wasn't really one for children and had never had any of her own. I watched as her face twisted into an expression of reluctant consideration while I tried to set my own features into the most pathetically desperate look of helplessness I could muster. I almost kissed her when she took a single step forward to examine to two little ones as if they were alien beings.

"I don't know what one is supposed to do with a baby Agent Weasley, let alone two of them at once."

"They'll be as good as gold for you Frankie, I swear, look at me," I angled my infant self towards her, "I'm a brilliant baby, no bother at all. I just sit around and talk gibberish to myself until I go back home."

"Some things never change sir," Frances said with the very slightest of smiles.

I chuckle and Aimez smiles at me. I turned her towards Frances now and nodded down at her.

"See Aimez is great if you just smile at her, she likes happy people."

Frances raised both eyebrows at this.

"That is not how I would describe my demeanour would you Agent Weasley?"

I gave a weary sigh and looked up at the clock again. I was now three minutes late for my meeting with Langley.

"Frankie I have a briefing, please?" I whimpered.

She took a step forward with great annoyance and lifted Aimez out from my arm.

"Oh thank you!" I said as I set my infant self down on a pile of paperwork on the desk and set off running for the door.

"I will not change them if they defecate!" Frances called after me while I pounded along the corridor just in time to see Langley leaning out his office door looking very disgruntled.

Just as I was opening my mouth to make my excuses to him my shoe flew ahead of me and I stumbled out of my clothes and the corridor altogether and dropped to my knees with an enormously deep gag as I struggled to keep my stomach contents inside my stomach where they belonged.

"Right that's it Weasley," I heard the annoyed voice of Auror Parker saying as the door to the briefing room was slammed behind me, "cover yourself up and tell me what the hell is going on right now!"

I shook my head in an attempt to clear it and staggered to my feet.

"I've got spare stuff in my office," I began as I held a map of the Aurors latest target in front of me.

Parker took a step closer and fixed is hard dark eyes into a no-nonsense glare.

"You're not going anywhere until you explain to me why somebody with your deductive gifts and your ability to jump backwards and forwards in time can not track down or even identify the 'mole' in our department."

"Well I'm actually coming from a future where I know who it is Parker so get off your damn high horse for a second and let me talk to you about this without my tackle hanging out!" I said, cursing my present state of undress for taking away my ability to intimidate him somewhat.

Parker wasn't having any of it. His dark curls shook along with his head as he laughed a bitter laugh of false amusement and pulled his wand from his pocket so I could see it but didn't point it at me.

"So you have all the answers but just need to get dressed, then just need to drink a gallon of water, then you just need to visit your mother or go to the hospital or some other excuse so that just as you are about to share this little bit of useful information you go back to where you came from and leave us all clueless!"

I decided to step forward into a face-off. I might not have had a wand or any clothing at all but I did have something that would make any macho wizard back the hell off. I had nothing between my privates and his body other than a thin piece of parchment. Either he stepped out of my face for fear of brushing against me or he stood his ground and I would have to wonder whether Auror Parker was always watching me for 'other' reasons.

"You want to get into this now?" I said, feeling my confidence to intimidate him strengthen when Parker blanched and leaned away from me with an uneasy look in his eyes as they darted down to my concealed area and then back up to my face, "We can get into this now Parker. You've got a problem with me and I've got a problem with you and that is why neither of us find the bloody bastard fast enough!"

"Fast enough?" Parker snorted as he turned and paced away from me, attempting to make it seem as if he was pacing with annoyance rather than getting the hell away from me as quickly as possible and maintaining the distance between us, "You were travelling from day one Agent Weasley. You would have seen all this trouble before it even started and yet you just sat around and acted all surprised when all the breaches began."

"Did it never occur to you that I don't click my bloody fingers and travel right to the mole's front door for a chat about his next target? Have your forgotten how many times I've come back from ambushes and traps and near fatal beatings? When I do show up somewhere he is, when I jumped into the future and didn't know what was going on, all I knew was that a hooded bastard wanted me dead! How does that pre warn you about anything you arrogant prick?"

Parker almost pointed his wand at me as he snarled his response, deciding against this and simply tightening his grip so I would notice and remember that he was armed and I was very much not.

"This isn't just about the mole Agent Weasley; this is about you and your idea of ethics."

I blinked, not following this new line of attack at all.

"What about my ethics?"

"I'm talking about how quickly and efficiently you weed out and deal with corruption amongst the Aurors themselves. You and your bloody reputation for keeping the department clean. You should hear bloody Cavendish talking about you to the young recruits; you've certainly got the wool pulled over his eyes haven't you?"

This was news to me. Cavendish and I weren't exactly mates but we trusted each other and would always call upon each other for back up in an emergency. I always thought that Parker had a lot of respect for Cavendish.

"If you are even thinking about accusing Cavendish of being crooked you're a bigger prat then I thought you were."

"Of course he's not crooked, he's in line to take over from Eldridge when he retires he's that good at what he does, but he's got a blind spot when it comes to you. Maybe it's because you used your 'connections' to get Davis off that dereliction of duty charge all those years ago."

That was hushed-up wasn't it? How did Parker know about that? The fact I had even been investigating it was consigned to the Unspeakables administrative department. There was no legitimate way he could have ever known about my looking into Bev's story let alone using the contingency plan for my future interference in procedure to exonerate her without charge.

"I don't know what you're talking about. There was no charge against Auror Davis."

"Bullshit!" Parker roared and I took a step backwards, bumping into the desk and surreptitiously sliding my hand just underneath the ridge for the spare 'emergency' wand that was always on hand in the briefing room, "I was nearly paralysed in that attack remember? Did you honestly think I wouldn't have wondered why nobody was held accountable for that whole mess?"

"How would you have known back then if I was investigating that fiasco anyway Auror Parker? My identity was still top secret; I was just a personnel clerk back then as far as you were concerned."

Parker snorted.

"Don't make me laugh Weasley; I knew there was something phoney about that from the start. When you had a new secretary every other week and then you had to be admitted to hospital for hexes and beatings that even the diehard Aurors weren't getting. Then I spoke to Janet after she left and she let slip that you had 'special requirements' as an employer."

I racked my brains and tried to recall who Janet was. I had so many secretaries before and immediately after Lavender that they all merged into one screaming woman with a transfer request in her hand.

"You want to watch your sources Parker," I said as my fingers felt the tip of a wand spellotaped beneath the desk, "she was supposed to be a secure employee and if she's betraying my secrets then she could be selling you out as well."

"That's my wife you're talking about!" Parker bellowed as he raised his wand to point at my chest while his olive coloured skin paled and his cheeks flushed with rage.

I ripped the wand free and pointed it at Parker who seemed to mentally kick himself for having forgotten that it was stowed there for circumstances just like this one.

"Well she should have kept her bloody mouth shut!" I yelled back, "Merlin Parker, you've got such a bee in your bonnet about security breeches and you're married to one!"

"Shut up Weasley!"

"Well calm down Parker!"

Still seething he lowered his wand very slightly and I followed suit. Neither of us let ourselves relax though.

"I knew you were working undercover anyway, I didn't need my then girlfriend to tell me that. I just couldn't work out what the hell use you were to the department until the little trips became apparent."

I felt as if my eighteen year old self had just been insulted.

"Then after the mess at the winter solstice I found out that you had used your condition as a cover-up for Davis' negligence."

"Davis wasn't negligent and there was no cover up," I snapped, I couldn't believe that he was turning on Davis now too, she was another member of his squad that he always seemed to have the utmost respect for on a professional level.

"Oh I know there was nothing sinister on her part Agent Weasley, I just knew that malicious intent or careless accident she would have been thrown out for that and yet she wasn't. She wasn't even investigated according to her file and that, I believe, is because of you and your cover up."

"I'm clever Parker but I'm not a master criminal," I smirked as I began to really wish I had some clothes on right at that moment.

"There's something you don't know about me Agent Weasley," Parker said as his dark eyes flashed a midnight blue colour, "I am employed by the ministry in two positions."

I tensed up and gripped the wand in my hand firmly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes I am. I'm an Auror and an unspeakable."

I nodded to myself. This would be how he was able to know about paperwork that wasn't supposed to exist.

"Are you now?" I said in order to fill time while I edged around and tried to get myself out of the corner he had been backing me into.

"I saw that you were about to turf Davis out until something came up to cause you to consign the investigation to file 174 where it was to be left to gather dust indefinitely. What is file 174 Agent Weasley?"

I wondered if it was worth lying to him. I wondered if he already knew and it was just a rhetorical question.

"It's the place created for all time-related interference I may have caused over the years."

Parker's face twisted into a bitter expression of triumph.

"I knew it; you were involved in the whole thing from the start. What was it Weasley? You found out I was on to you and travelled back to call Davis away and let me get killed, was that the plan?"

"I would have known you didn't get killed you tit so why bother?" I growled with genuine annoyance.

"Well perhaps you did it as a favour to me then eh?" Parker laughed coldly, "After all it was during my treatment for that attack that the healers discovered a potentially fata tumour in my back that would have killed me within weeks."

I frowned and suddenly understood something while Parker read my change of demeanour to mean I was disappointed to have inadvertently saved his life and laughed again.

"Yes that's right, if you'd have done nothing at all that night I'd have been dead and out of your hair for good. Too bad Agent Weasley, I guess time really does heal everything."

"Parker look..." I began as I moved a little closer to the closed door to the briefing room.

"Then that day in March came along, I'd only just got back from my treatment and was called to your brothers' shop to arrest Lee Jordan for some petty little con that had got out of hand and threatened to bankrupt the ministry and found you there, apparently tortured into unconsciousness with the cruciatus curse, and Potter stunned by...what was it now?" Parker pretended to have forgotten the story he had been told by everyone in the room that day, "Oh yes of course, a room full of Death Eaters disguised as you! Very convincing, I would have bought it if I hadn't known about your ability to be in one place more than once at the same time. I knew you were crooked then."

"I am not crooked you arrogant git," I spat, "and as soon as Eldridge became aware of my condition I filled him in on the 'multiple me' day. There is no cover up; you have wasted your career investigating the wrong bloke!"

"Don't make me laugh," Parker yelled back at me, his dark eyes narrowing while he focused the full force of his mistrustful glare upon me, "Why else would you try and set me up then?"

"When did I do this then Parker?" I huffed, forgetting my need to get to the door and wonderful modesty concealing clothing and stomping across the room to tower over him with frustrated annoyance, "Please let me inside your wonderful imaginary world!"

"The day I saved your life!" he roared at me and we both stood face to face, almost shaking with confusion and self-righteousness.

We were frozen and staring deep into one another. The two of us were panting as if our verbal battle was in fact a physical one. Parker looked as if he was determined to know everything I knew but terrified of what he might learn at the same time. I tried to recall how things had spiralled into such a rapid state of suspicion between us and could come up with nothing. Did I suspect him because he suspected me or the other way around?

"I wanted to know why I had let you get hurt that night of the solstice arrests. I thought I was giving myself a sign to look into your activities so that's what I started to do," I said, with a newfound level of calm in my voice after all that shouting.

"So you were looking into my files and case notes that day you keeled over because you thought you'd left me to die for a good reason?" Parker sounded more hurt than angry as he said this.

"I knew you weren't going to die Parker," I reminded him.

"We seemed to have got ourselves into a chicken and egg situation don't we?"

My inappropriate sense of humour never leaves me, not even at times like this one and not at my mature age, and all I could think of to say in reply was a cock joke.

"Uh-huh."

"I still don't trust you," he said as he lowered his wand completely down to his side.

"That's okay," I said as I did the same with my wand, "I don't really like you."

Parker almost smiled, almost.

"Put some bloody trousers on," he grumbled as he turned away from me and ran his hand through his dark curly hair.

I flicked the wand over my shoulder and summoned my spare clothes from my office. They hit the window outside the briefing room and slumped onto the window ledge. I crossed the room and opened the window, looking out at the illusion of a view outside as I lifted them in, and began to dress while Parker kept his back turned and rubbed his forehead to ease the obvious headache this confrontation had caused him. As I pulled the sweatshirt on over the charcoal trousers I cleared my throat to let him know he was okay to turn around again, which he did with much caution.

"I was so sure you were a part of a bigger corruption within the department I didn't even bother going to Eldridge with my suspicions," Parker said as he wandered over to me, still wearing that look of mistrust and reading my reactions to everything he said with his eyes, "I went to the minister of magic via my unspeakable channels and told him what you were and how I thought you were abusing it."

"That was you?" I gasped with annoyance.

"Oh you found out about that?" Parker said with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't think the minister did anything about it."

He seemed to be very ticked off about this meeting with the minister even after all these years.

"Yeah the old duffer sent my brother to see me and ask for my co-operation in some kind of cloning tests the Unspeakables wanted to do. That had nothing to do with you?"

Parker looked about ready to punch through a wall on hearing this.

"Is nobody in the ministry straight laced anymore? I report you to the minister and all he wants to know is how to harness your talent rather than bring you to justice and now my own effing department is trying to clone you behind my back!"

"Welcome to my world Parker!" I snapped, "Everybody's looking out for the next advantage rather than the next guilty witch or wizard to punish. That's how this place works and always has done. Don't be so bloody naive!"

"Naive?" Parker said, yelling again, "I'm not naive I'm livid! I've been betrayed by the institution I was fighting to protect."

I threw my hands up into the air at this.

"Oh now you sound like my brother."

Parker seemed startled by this comparison and laughed.

"Did they..." Parker looked utterly bewildered and shrugged at his loss for a way to continue this interrogation now, "...clone you in the end?"

I shook my head.

"They didn't want to clone me, just the time travelling gene or something. They thought it was a nifty little power to have and wanted to exploit it."

Parker nodded and sat on the corner of the desk.

"I can see that logic. I mean I wouldn't mind being able to click my fingers and find out where I have to be to prevent a murder before it ever gets the chance to happen."

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed deeply.

"It doesn't quite work like that. If they ever did manage to transfer the epilepsy to other people all they would really gain was a hell of a lot more streakers in Diagon Alley."

Parker laughed again and I felt myself joining in. My life had to be laughed at otherwise I would just go mad. We looked at each other and our smiles faded. I knew that Parker would never relax his caution around me and Parker knew that I would soon go back to a future where I would be three steps ahead of him at all times. We weren't going to be friends. We weren't even that great at being colleagues. The day would soon come when Parker wouldn't be around altogether.

This thought made me suddenly curious.

"Hey Parker what day is it today?"

"New Year's Eve," he sighed wearily.

My heart sank.

"What year?"

Parker looked at me and got back to his feet.

"What are you thinking Agent Weasley?" he asked me anxiously.

"Tell me what year it is Parker," I said with determination, "Where are the other Aurors?"

"Mission," Parker said, his need to keep what he knew to himself and find out everything I knew coming to the fore once again, "why, what year do you think it is?"

"I'm not messing around Parker, I am your superior in any time and from any time now tell me what year it is," this definitely shook him up, I never pull rank.

"2010, it'll be 2011 in a few minutes."

Shit.

"Parker listen to me..." I began.

"No sir, I need to join the others by midnight and I'm already running late."

"You and me both!" I huffed, "This is another of the mole's set ups and you have to go to the meeting point and only the meeting point, nowhere else understand? You go and tell Eldridge to..."

"Does it work Agent Weasley?" Parker suddenly snorted with his arms folded.

"What?"

"Does telling me this change what you're obviously trying to change?"

My shoulders slump and I shake my head.

"Well I won't bother than," Parker said with a sarcastic shrug, "I'll just be where I'm supposed to be and get on with my job like I'm supposed to do."

"But you won't," I muttered under my breath and shook my head sadly.

Parker took a step towards the door and glanced over his shoulder at me.

"I'm going to be watching you Agent Weasley."

"Yeah and I'll be watching you," I said with a nod, "The thing is we're both watching the wrong bloke."

Parker looked sceptical and was about to say something more when the door to the briefing room was opened and Seamus Finnegan stood before the pair of us with a smirk upon his spite filled face.

"Feel free to watch me kick both your arses if yeh like boys."

Parker and I raised our wands and stood side by side as we faced Seamus with caution.

"I was just wondering why the two of you weren't at the massacre, oops sorry I mean the well timed Auror strike that the Death Eaters are completely unprepared for. Well they would have been unprepared if I hadn't sent them a little owl tipping them off of course."

"You worthless little traitor!" Parker hissed as he flung himself forward and flicked his wand at Seamus but the veteran escapologist was more than ready for him.

He dodged the restrainment charm and pulled another of his wretched escape portkeys out from his robes.

"Not here Parker, save it for the battlefield. Care to join your squad?" he smiled as he tossed the portkey at Parker.

It was then that I realised what had really happened to Parker on New Year's Eve 2010. It was the night Parker tumbled into the middle of the would-be Auror massacre and fought off enough of the waiting Death Eaters to warn the squad that it was a trap, but not before being struck by the killing curse at the stroke of midnight.

"Parker no!" I yelled as the sardine tin hit him on the chest and he was transported to his untimely end.

I turned to see Seamus snorting and aiming his wand at me.

"Well I think I did you a favour there Ron. That fella was really getting on my nerves. It's hard enough hiding from you in the present without that snooty bastard poking his nose in where it doesn't belong."

"You just became an accessory to murder Seamus," I said as I knew it was time to deliver some of the punishment he was used to dealing me in the name of revenge.

"Better than being an accessory to suicide is it Weasley?"

I could hear the muffled sound of the grandfather clock in Langley's office chiming in the New Year. Parker was dead and I had taken enough beatings and curses from this slimy little rat to last me ten lifetimes. It was time for a little rough justice.

"Plaga oppugno!" I roared and slammed Seamus into the door behind him, closing it with the force of his body,

I heard something cracking inside his rib cage and gritted my teeth as he slumped down to the floor and threw back an attack of his own.

"Trucido!"

I dove behind the briefing board which got hit by the fatal curse and exploded into fragments before aiming my wand back at him as he struggled to his feet, clutching his chest and coughing.

"Everbero!" The curse hit him in the face and his nose gushed with blood while one of his eyes was struck and began to swell shut.

"What's this Weasley?" Seamus said with a pained amusement, "Going on the attack straight away, that's not like you at all."

"You don't deserve my humility anymore you bloodthirsty bastard, Everbero!" I yelled and Seamus was struck down again. Falling to his feet and clutching his jaw.

I had him now. He wasn't as powerful when it came to non verbal attacks, though he could still do them, and I'd just broken his jaw so he wouldn't be giving me much lip from now on.

A blue shield charm appeared before him and he struggled back up to his feet and aimed his wand at me. Something shot out from the tip of it but I didn't even have to waste my time on a counter attack. I simply ducked and the window over my shoulder shattered. This was what he had driven me to, I thought, No more defensive spells, no more restraining charms. I didn't want to catch him and hand him over to the authorities. I was the authorities and I was going to make him pay for taking Parker away from his wife the blabbermouth.

"Everbero" Everbero! Everbero!" the spells slammed into Seamus like Grawp's fists wearing steel knuckledusters and the rapidly bloodying wizard crawled along the wall of the briefing room throwing up ineffective shield charms that my spells sliced through as if they were butter, "What's wrong Seamus? Can't you take what you dish out? Do you only have it in you to duel with me when my back's turned or I'm fighting defensively so as not to hurt you ya cowardly little shit? Everbero indentiem!"

Seamus had to get to his feet and run now. There were too many rapid invisible blows pummelling him for him to remain on the floor at my feet any longer and he threw himself behind the desk while aiming a non verbal attack my way.

"Oppugno!" I said with a shake of the head as his attack dissolved before it even got halfway across the room, "That is really pathetic Seamus now come on, you can do better than that can't you? Why don't you imagine I'm unarmed, naked and chained to a wall? You seem perfectly capable of using the cruciatus curse on me under those circumstances."

I heard him grunt something via his broken jaw that sounded like he was telling me where to go.

"Speak up mate," I said as I aimed my wand at the desk that gave him shelter from my fury, "Perfingo!"

The desk shattered into splinters and Seamus rose to his feet and sent out three spears of red light one after the other. Even though I'm older than he is I'm in much better shape and dodged the first two while deflecting the third.

"Depulso!" I hit him square on his fragile chest and blasted him backwards into the wall, knocking several framed pictures of famous Aurors to the floor where they smashed all around him.

Seamus threw another curse at me and it brushed past the side of my head with out me even flinching. It was like I was watching this fight from the outside where I had no fear of ever getting hurt. I had zoned myself out like I do when I go running. I wasn't going to kill him, I was still myself enough to keep my morals and principals in this battle, but I really wanted to hurt him before fate and time inevitably dragged me away so he could make his escape. I wanted to hurt him for all the times he had, and would still go on to hurt, me. He needed to know what a merciless beating felt like for once and right then, right there, I had no mercy.

"This one's for Parker," I said as I stood over him and aimed my wand at his chest.

Seamus grimaced and thrust his fist into my gut but I wasn't deterred from my attack and hit him where it already hurt with my curse.

"Adficto!"

He fell back and wheezed as my spell broke several ribs and I felt myself staggering backwards with a sudden dizziness and nausea. Seamus was too badly hurt to be able to gloat that he was getting away from me again and he could barely see out of his good eyes as it was now so I felt able to turn my attention away from him and wonder why I hadn't been taken yet. It felt just like pre-seizure symptoms and I looked down at myself to see if I was melting away from my clothes yet. Then I saw the blood, masses of blood pumping out from my stomach. I looked back to Seamus who was occupied with his own pain and dropped my wand just as I realised that my fingers were icy cold.

I put my pale hands to the warm gushing blood flow and they touched upon the cause of this massive blood loss, a fragment of glass from one of the shattered picture frames. Seamus hadn't just punched me in the gut, he'd stabbed me. I felt cold all over now and dropped do my knees just as Seamus met my eyes and we both stared at each other with our own internal fear of what we had done to each other. I fell forward and landed face down on the grass.

Grass?

I shivered, I was naked again and it was bitterly cold and the fact that I had already lost so much blood I was freezing anyway made me let out an exclamation of pain while I pressed against the wound with both hands to try and stop the blood flow. The fragment of glass had been left behind along with everything else that wasn't part of me in the briefing room.

"Did you hear something?" I heard a distant but familiar voice and strained to peer through the undergrowth to see Aurors Davis and Parker escorting am arrested Death Eater to the incarceration area.

It was the winter solstice. I was about to call Bev out of position and let Parker get attacked. I had to let Parker get attacked; he had a tumour in his back like he said.

"Bev!" I gasped as I rolled over onto my side and felt the wound tear a little as I did so, "Davis over here!"

I saw her pause. Parker and his prisoner were still wrestling each other onwards while abusing each other's magical heritage.

"Davis please help me!" I managed to say a little louder.

She glanced over to her partner and their prisoner briefly before running to the undergrowth and peering in with great caution.

"Bev it's me," I said before giving a small yelp as my body wouldn't support its own weigh anymore and I fell onto my back again.

"Ron?" she gasped and her eyes widened when she saw the blood, "Oh Godric," she stood up straight and was about to yell for Parker and the medi wizard on call.

"No Bev you do it please," I grimaced as I felt more warm blood ooze through my fingers, "I'm undercover and they can't know I was here right now."

Davis fought her way through the thicket to get to me.

"But Parker's on his own out there with..." she began as she prized my hands away from my wound.

"Leave him, it's for the best, I know what has to happen tonight," I was really cold now and began to feel light-headed.

"What do you mean you know what has to happen?" she frowned before flicking her wand at me and beginning to heal the deepest part of the wound.

"I'm going to have to let you in on a really strange secret," I shuddered.

Somewhere in the distance Parker cried out in pain.

A/N So my eye strain has been cured...by my having to apend the entire weekend in bed suffering from the flu! Methinks the Ron revenge has reared it's spiteful red head again don't you? I sneezed with such ferocity last night that I spilt my top lip open...who knew that was even possible!

Anyway, I had these chapters pretty much done already so I am going to post them for you and then go back to bed and have saucy dreams!

Shari