Hey everyone,
So this chapter is going to go on from where the last left off, namely on what Severus went through when meeting with Voldemort as well as focus on two characters that are currently on completely opposite sides of what is right and what is wrong. Yes, we are going to focus on Ronald and Jillian waking up after being healed.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990

Chapter 14
Reports and Harsh Truths

5th of November 1994
Dumbledore's Private Chambers
Dumbledore's POV

When I saw Severus collapse, I instantly ordered the Griffin statue to redirect the top of its moving staircase from my office to my private chambers and I had rushed for the man. I had checked his pulse and felt relief unlike any other when I felt it faintly pulsing underneath my fingers. Yet it was so weak, I knew I needed to take instant action.
"Forget the statue, there is no way I can get Severus up that staircase safely if he's this hurt." I had thought before my bond with my familiar had proven itself as Fawkes had appeared between me and Severus and had grabbed Severus' robe with one of his talons. I had grabbed onto his other talon and he had flamed us out.

By now a Healer from St. Mungos that I personally hired for Severus when he started spying for me has come to look the poor man over and had been white when he told me: "Albus, he – he looks as bad as the last – the last time he suspected Severus to be a spy. Where – where has he been?" And I had gravely asked the man:
"Where do you think he's been, Karl? You know my theory just as well as any other." And the man had muttered: "You can contact me in Austria from now on. I'm sorry, Albus, but – but I –." And I had nodded at the man, knowing how hard it had been for him to be a Healer in a war-torn country last time round before assuring him:
"I understand, Karl. Just make sure Marriette doesn't suspect anything." And the Healer had nodded before giving me his Austria floo address and while I feel very blessed to be part of the ICW as it gives me the privilege of making free international floo calls undisturbed, had I been left with lots of potions and a weak Potions Master.

Severus has been asleep for four hours now and I know I should focus on checking up on Ronald Weasley and his illness, yet Fawkes, who had been keeping an eye out, had told me that he had left a phoenix message for the Metamorphmagus to keep Ronald going for as long as possible and tire him out if possible or necessary.
And while part of me wonders if this will increase the potential of healing the young man, do I then suddenly hear a groan coming from the bed I am sitting next to and I look up, seeing Severus looking at me through lidded eyes and the man groans as he asks: "So, we're back to this, are we?" And I nod at him gravely as I ask:
"What happened?" And the man groans before he hoarsely tells me: "Apparently blood of the spy is just as effective as blood of the enemy as a spy can be considered a potential enemy. I'm sorry, Albus, but he's back. The Dark Lord is back." And while he had already told me this, do I not feel any better hearing it a second time.

"You did what you could, Severus. But – why did you come back? Surely Tom fell for our little trap?" And the man nods before he says: "He did, but he relies on your foolish belief in second chances, his words, not mine." At this I nod and say: "Then at least I won't have to try and locate Horace to ask him to come back."
"Actually Albus, you will. The Dark Lord expects me to replace Minerva. I am ordered to kill her if need be." This really worries me, but then I remember my earlier determination and ask: "And what if you take on a different role with the Hyenas?""What do you mean?" The hoarse man asks and I smile at him as I say:
"Detention guard. How would Tom feel if you were to take on that role?" And Severus smirks as he says: "He'll see it as the perfect way for me to mold those little bastards into pure Death Eaters. It's perfect, Albus. Though –." Here the man winces before he says: "I don't think I will be able to take on that role any time soon."

At this I nod in understanding and I change the topic as I ask: "And what of Jillian? How does Tom stand when it comes to her?" And the answer to these questions comes from the proud, victorious smirk on the man's face before he says: "We did it. The Dark Lord cares nothing for a powerless girl, not anymore.
It does mean that he is determined to re-earn his former reputation to acts worse than when he killed Lily and Potter, but –." To this I nod and say: "But that's what the Order of the Phoenix is for. And perhaps –." I mutter and the man asks: "Perhaps what?""Perhaps we can use your new position for our benefit instead of Tom's."
"You – you want me to – to train those – those –." But I shake my head and say: "No, you need to keep your cover. But – I doubt Alastor will feel like going home anytime soon, especially seeing how that was where he was attacked." This makes Severus look at me astonished and he says: "You're insane, Albus, utterly insane."
Yet I shake my head at this and say: "Severus, even now that he has been practically cured, Ronald has yet to show an ounce of remorse for what he caused his former best friend and Mss. Granger and Ginerva are no better. I am all for second chances, but these – these need to be earned. And Alastor is the best to help them earn it."
At this Severus looks at me shocked, but then he sighs, turns his head back to looking up at the canopy and says: "Albus, I still think you're insane, but – then again, I thought the same thing when you hired me and when you made me Head of Slytherin." At which I laugh as I know this is his way to say that he agrees with my plans.

Ronald's POV

I don't really know what happened over the last few hours or so, but waking up next to a girl that looks utterly gorgeous makes me know that, whatever it was, it was utterly brilliant. The beauty next to me has long, slightly curly brownish black hair that covers a pair of gorgeous breasts and a sweet looking face with a button nose.
Her lips look as if I have been ravaging for hours and there are hickies and bite marks all over her naked form as well as a burn mark with my initials that is located at the inside of her right upper leg, just a few inches below her shaved feminine parts, which are dripping with a mix of my own semen and her bodily fluids.
"Go, Ron. You sure know how to get the good ones, don't you, you old dog?" I think to myself and then the girl asks: "How would you feel if I was actually your friend?" And my eyes widen as her own open and a pair of very, very familiar emerald green eyes look right at me, power and a need for an answer shining within them.

"What – what do you mean?" I ask, not at all getting why she would ask me such a thing when I obviously pleased her beyond measure and the girl says: "You were suffering from Hormonal Overload and the only cure was for me to take on the new girl form of your former best friend and let you have me.
You were the worst, Ronald Weasley. I've had men of 65 who have been suffering from the illness for over a year and they were more caring and gentle. You were an animal. You forced me to actually hurt myself, to cut myself open, to use a knife inside my own vagina, to rip my parts open by forcing more and more items inside.
A tennis racket, a beater's bat, a toy model of a firebolt, an icicle spear, the butt of an actual spear. Anything that had a long end attached to it I had to force into myself. If I weren't a Metamorphmagus, it would have castrated me, leaving me unable to ever bear the next generation. Had I been Jillian Potter, you would have been guilty of Line End."

This news shocks and horrifies me and I ask: "But – but – but why? Why would – why would I do such a thing?" And the girl coldly tells me: "Because you wanted to continue where you left off after your friend was forced into the Tournament, that's why." And these words trigger a flurry of memories to rush back to me.
The Choosing of the Champions, how furious I felt when Harry was called, how I rallied together a quarter of Gryffindor to make Harry pay, how the Head Girl captured my brothers and the others, how I used Harry's favorite spell against him, how I gave tips of curses to be cast on my friend and how I almost raped him.
And as great as I felt upon waking up, as horrified do I feel right now. But the worst doesn't seem quite over yet as the girl besides me curses and asks: "Are you serious? You're still ailing? How is that even possible? We've been going at it for bloody twelve hours to more for Merlin's sake! Forget it, you're a lost cause."

And I look at her shocked as she gets up, changes her entire look to someone who is actually a good decade older, has short blonde hair and crazy looking bright purple eyes and who has a body that is actually to kill for before she waves her wand – which makes me wonder where she got it from – and clothes herself before flooing out.
And the sight of the dying embers proving that she's gone leave me feeling dumbfounded as I think: "What? But – how can I still be under the effects of my illness? Didn't she say that me doing it with her should heal me? How is this possible?" And I shake my head, but this is the wrong thing to do as it makes me groan in pain.
And this pain is caused by a new flurry of memories that rush at me, memories that should have made me feel pride and accomplishment, if they weren't so horribly disturbing and proving the girl right. And while they make me turn from the bed and over to a bucket besides the bed to puke, does the worst show itself at the end.

Several magical dildos in her mouth, butt and vagina, laces from a whip and marks from the flat side of a knife covering her face, neck, arms, legs and torso, her whole body tied up to the wooden bottom of the bed I am currently lying on, a dog collar with my name on the tag around her neck and spikes on the straps holding her captive.
The girl looks horrible, is actually crying and is looking at my memory self with pleading eyes, yet I am standing over her with a whip in one hand and a knife in the other and I am smirking in selfish satisfaction as I smugly tell her: "Yeah, you better beg me, you disgusting slut. You belong to me, now and forever."
And with that do I puke actual blood as I remember carving my initials in the girl's leg before actually whipping the marks even deeper in before starting to drink her blood, the girl screaming, pleading through the dildos in her mouth and crying as I do so, yet my memory self not caring for her, her plight or the pain I am causing her.

"And that part of me still exists? How? How could I – I – be like that?" I whisper to myself, looking at the blood that is now in the bucket and realizing that it might just as well be the blood I drank last night, but then a shrill voice shrieks: "Ron! There you are! What did that filthy slut do to you? You – sweet Merlin, you look horrible!"
And I weakly look up, seeing that Hermione and Ginny seem to have forced the door to Dumbledore's office – which I only just now realize I am in – open and the two girls rush for me, but I whimper: "Not – not her – not her work; my – my own. I – I – I – I was – I was horrible." And I cry out in horrible anguish: "I am incurable!"
Before forcing myself to turn around, but when I realize what I am lying on, do I jump out of the bed, feeling as if its very existence is proof of who I was and what I did last night. "What are you talking about? Didn't the slut just do as you told her, the way that Delacour blonde said she had to? Was she wrong about your illness?"

Granger asks, but I shake my head and say: "No, Delacour wasn't. And the Metamorphmagus did do as I told her, but – I didn't give her a choice otherwise. I – I was horrible to her. Completely uncaring of who she represented, what she was doing this for, what she wanted, when she was telling me to stop. I just didn't care."
"So what? It's not as if she should have a choice? I mean, she's a slut. She gave up those –." But before Ginerva can go on, do I shout: "GINERVA FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! IF THAT GIRL HADN'T BEEN A METAMORPHMAGUS, I WOULD HAVE BEEN GUILTY OF ENDING A LINE! I WAS THAT CARELESS!"
The girl looks shocked and I growl: "Or do you think you can force three dildo's the size of my arm down your hole?" And both girls whiten in fear, to which I growl: "Exactly." Before I sigh and say: "Still, that doesn't change that, when the girl checked me, she discovered that I am still under the effects of the illness."
"But – but – but how?" Granger asks and I shake my head as I say: "I don't know. I just – I don't know." And I turn my back on both the girls and the horrible evidence of my actions of the other night, crouch down on myself and start crying, feeling utterly horrible at the fact that I can be disturbing enough to be like that.

"Mr. Weasley, glad to see that you have finally seen the error of your ways." A gentle voice then suddenly tells me and I look up teary-eyed. I see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of a door I hadn't even noticed before, but then Ginerva snaps: "You lousy bastard! You and that stupid slut failed! He's still ill!"
And to my horror does Granger go on with a smirk and says: "Guess Delacour was wrong. The only cure for Ron is to finish off where he left off on Halloween. Potter needs to come here and Ronald will get the chance to unite House Weasley to House Potter. It's the only way, Headmaster, surely even you can see that?"
And I look at the supposedly intelligent girl with wide eyes filled with horror, but before Dumbledore can reprimand her, do I shout: "HAVE YOU UTTERLY LOST YOUR FREAKING MIND! DID YOU FORGET WHAT I DID TO THAT OTHER GIRL? YOU – YOU – YOU WANT ME TO – TO – TO DO THAT TO – TO POTTER?"

And the girl that has been there to support Harry and me for so many years, who has helped us through the protections of the Stone, who solved the mystery of the Monster of the Chamber, who used a Time Turner to save Sirius, looks at me indifferently and asks: "What? You don't think he can take it? It's Harry, remember?"
And while I too have always believed that there is nothing that can hurt, break or kill Harry, do I feel horrified at the idea that my best friend is so careless about the fact that I might not be able to live with myself if I were to go through with her plan before I ask: "And – and how do you think I would feel?" To which she answers: "Cured."

But before I can start yelling at her, does Dumbledore ask me: "Mr. Weasley, if I may?" And I see him holding his wand in his hand, which frightens me as I ask: "What – what are you going to do?" And the man calmly answers: "Give Mss. Granger some evidence that her plan is one that will never happen here at Hogwarts."
And while this makes the girl scowl at the Headmaster, a man I thought she honored and respected, and while Ginerva wants to snap, do I gasp in shock as I hear the man's voice whispering in my mind as he says: "I am going to take your memory of the worst things you did to Mss. Pippler and show them to Mss. Granger in my Pensive."
At this I nod, feeling relieved for the first time that the girl actually looked like Harry's female form and feeling hopeful that the man's plan will make my friend start to care once more. The man then approaches me and puts his wand against my temple, the both of us ignoring how Ginny and Hermione are now snapping at us.
And I feel tears well up in relief as the memory of all I did wrong last night leaves my mind and gets changed into a small ball of light that leaves my temple and astounds me as I can't believe that it looks that bright considering its contents. "EXPELLIARMUS!" Granger suddenly shouts, yet Dumbledore evades her spell with ease.

Ginny then tries to join her, but Dumbledore fells her with a stare and growls: "When Harry reported what happened in the Chamber, he eluded the fact that, in order to save you, he had to had his elbow cleaved through with a Basilisk fang. If it weren't for his loyalty to me, you both would have been dead and Voldemort returned."
And the girl drops her wand in horror before Granger shouts: "How could you tell her that?" To which Dumbledore states: "Because she needed to hear it. Just like you, Mss. Granger, need to see this." And he leaves for one of his cabinets, which opens up to reveal a stand with a crystal bowl inside the stand that is covered in runes.
"Is that – a Pensive?" Hermione asks amazed and Dumbledore drops the memory inside before he says: "It is. And you are allowed to view this one memory, Mss. Granger. And when you come back, I want you to tell me; are you still morally comfortable with me doing as you told me; to have Ronald do this to Mss. Potter?"
And this seems to bring out the girl's sense of defiance as she lets out a humph sound before striding over to the Pensive and with Dumbledore instructing her, does she seem to disappear inside the depths of the bowl. Yet the way that she looked as she did so and the smirk of arrogance that she showed the man before leaving worries me.

"Why did Potter elude that? Why would he not tell us that he survived certain death? Why didn't he try to reaffirm his title?" Ginny then asks and Dumbledore coldly answers: "Because he didn't think you could handle it at the time." Silencing the girl as he goes on: "Mss. Potter never cared for her fame, Mss. Weasley, remember that.
She cared nothing for her fame when she saved your life and she cared nothing for her fame when she asked to be changed. Because, in case you forgot, Mss. Potter wanted to evade the craze that her title and death would cause, which is why she wanted me to change her gender in the first place. She cares only for those she cares for.
And until this Halloween night, you were one of those she cared for; until you went and pulled a Pettigrew by betraying her and leading a whole group of students to almost killing her." And the man sits down at his desk as he says this, felling my sister with a stare that proves just how low he thinks of her for having done this.
"Why do people keep reminding us of that? Seriously, what's your problem, people?" Ginny shocks me as she sneers and Dumbledore actually growls: "Our problem, Mss. Weasley, is that only a pair of complete strangers who were part of the attack have come forward to apologize, but not those who did the actual betraying."
And while the man is still looking at Ginny as he says this, do I know he means me as well, yet I suddenly feel a part of me rearing up that makes me want to scoff. This frightens me as I realize this is the illness coming up and to my utter relief it seems that Dumbledore notices this as the next second a curse hits me, knocking me out.

Ginny's POV

"Ronnie! You're going to pay for that, Dumbledore! Just wait –." I snarl at the Headmaster as I see him knocking out my poor brother who is just trying to do what is best for the family and getting us access to that what no one else has been able to for the past decade and longer, but then the Headmaster snaps:
"Your parents were ready to disown you both. I doubt they will do anything about the fact that I knocked your brother out before his illness could overcome him once more. Well, anything other than thank me for doing so, I do believe." To which I yelp: "There is nothing wrong with that illness. It can only help our family forward."

And I really hate how I am the only one currently here who seems to see it this way. Then, to my relief, Hermione returns and she seems as unaffected as I expected, proving that the Headmaster is just stupidly old-fashioned and doesn't get what getting intimate means these days. She then turns to the Headmaster and says:
"I doubt Ron will ever go that far with Harry. Harry is not Jillian." And yet this doesn't seem to faze Dumbledore, who retorts: "You're right and wrong, Mss. Granger. You're right in your second statement, but wrong in your first. The girl you saw Mr. Weasley rape is what Jillian looks like right now and Harry – is dead."
And then the man does something I never thought he would as he says: "Dead – by your hands. Your, Ronald, Mss. Weasley and most of the other Hyenas. And now, allow me to prick through that bubble of arrogance of yours, cause you seem to think that I didn't let you get arrested, because I believe in second chances.
No! I didn't stop you from getting arrested, because I believed you could earn a second chance or because I believed you deserved one. I kept that from happening, because you deserve to have the place where you committed a crime turn against you, nothing more." And both Hermione and I look at the man flabbergasted.

"You girls committed murder. You have your souls scarred and even Azkaban, which thanks to you being underage you will evade, will not be enough to have the effect of that scar worsen you. Because right now, I am not looking at a girl I would call Hermione Granger. I am looking at someone I would compare to Bellatrix Lestrange."
And this comparison makes me feel faint with shock, making me fall down on the bed where Ron tried healing himself of his illness last night as I can't believe my best friend is being compared to a woman crazy enough to declare that she will happily stay in Azkaban, if only to prove her loyalty to a monster of a megalomaniac.
The man then turns to me and makes me almost faint as he says: "And you and your brother, Mss. Weasley, remind me of your former captor. Both of you are manipulative and destructive of those who trust you and show no remorse in the crimes you commit. Though Ronald is the only one with a valid excuse for his behavior."
By now tears are in my eyes as even Tom never said such horrible things to or about me and I think: "And that is supposed to be the Leader of the Light.""Professor, I think you are going way too far here!" Hermione then comes to my defense, but the man looks at her carelessly and asks: "And what do you call your actions last Halloween?"
"Teaching our friend a lesson." The girl snaps, but to this Dumbledore says: "Then you really are just as delusional – as the woman who willingly tortured two Aurors into insanity just for her master." And Hermione looks at him shocked as he sighs and says: "It seems we saw someone in you, Mss. Granger, that was never there."

"What's that supposed to mean!" Hermione shrieks and Dumbledore answers: "It means we saw someone worthy of the Lily Potter award. Saw being the important word here." Yet Hermione doesn't seem to have heard the latter part as she just starts to glow and then crosses her arms in righteous pride as she asks:
"And when is the award ceremony exactly?""When you realize the link between your actions, last Halloween and the name of the award. And show the proper response to that realization." Dumbledore tonelessly answers and this cryptic answer seems to go over the intelligent girl's head as she smirks and asks:
"So next Halloween then?" But to this Dumbledore retorts: "Not if you intend to undo Lily Potter's sacrifice a second time." And only then does the girl seem to get what the cryptic bastard is trying to say as she shrieks: "BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT FREAK GOT TRAPPED THAT WAY!"
But to this Dumbledore asks: "So the Trap was Harry's fault and for that he had to die?""Why do you keep thinking that we want Harry dead?" Yet by now it seems that the Headmaster is not the only one done with this argument as the portraits shock us by yelling as one single unit: "BECAUSE YOU SHOW NO REGRET FOR IT!"

And Hermione actually looks shocked that the entire group of portraits seems to side with the man in front of us and then Dumbledore sighs and says: "Mss. Granger, do you truly believe that someone trapping your House Mate in a deadly tournament is an excuse for you to hurt him so bad that he dies of his injuries?
Because that is the whole reason we are going on and on about this. Because you keep using the actions of others to justify your own. Because you won't show even a sense – even a lick or smidge – of remorse for the fact that you treated a boy you owe your life to as if he were but a slave to your whims and desires.
You are an incredibly intelligent girl, Mss. Granger, you rival even Lily on her finest days – and yet, you lack what she had when it mattered most – and you showed this on the one day that trait of hers meant so much. On the day that she showed just how caring she truly was, you showed just how uncaring you are."
Here Dumbledore again looks at Hermione and me, but not with anger, hatred, disgust or any other angry emotion. Instead tears of misunderstanding and despair shine in the man's eyes, shocking Hermione and me as he says: "I don't get you, Mss. Granger. I don't get how you can be so different from someone so wonderful.

Tell me, how do you think Lily Potter would have responded – if she saw what you did to her only child?" And to this the girl seems to have no answer. The man then uses a tissue from one of his pockets to wipe his eyes and says: "And that is why you will never earn that award, Mss. Granger, because you betrayed the title holder."
And Hermione slacks down in the chair the man conjures behind her, seeming to finally realize what it is that the portraits and the Headmaster have been trying to tell her. The man then clears his throat, probably because he had been near tears before and then says: "Now, I will give you a bit of a privilege, so to say."

We both perk up at this, but then the man fells us with a new stare and he says: "Lord Voldemort is back. He came back using Severus' blood after Severus went to try and convince him to leave Jillian alone now that she is a girl –." Yet this makes no sense to me and I shriek: "But why will that matter if the change will be undone soon!"
And the man grimaces at me as he says: "The change can't be undone, Mss. Weasley. Mr. Potter dying of his nerve endings overloading his brain with the pain he was feeling due to the combination of the change and the injuries you caused him made the change a permanent one. Therefore, I send Severus to do as I just told you.
I just didn't know what Lord Voldemort was planning to return to a body, so I didn't know he wanted Harry in the Tournament in an attempt to kidnap him and use his blood. However, it seems because a spy is a potential enemy, Severus' blood also did the job. Lord Voldemort is back and he is planning a second, horrifying war.
However, before I send Severus off, I played Voldemort's old tricks against him and used listening charms he had put on Alastor's stuff to make him believe that Severus had betrayed me. He had not, but while I was in the belief this would force me to search out an old friend to retake his old teaching position, was this not to be.

Lord Voldemort placed more belief in my love to give people a second chance than I had anticipated and he wanted Severus to take over Minerva's new position. However, I came up with a different solution that Severus believes Voldemort might like even more. So from now on, Severus will oversee Hyena detentions alongside Alastor."
And as the man tells us this with a stern tone, but his usual genuine kind-hearted smile, do I feel as if he just signed our death sentences and I think: "A man who hates all things Gryffindor and a man that is paranoid enough he sees someone tapping him on the shoulder as an attack – as our detention guards? This can't be happening."
And like my brother I feel as if I am ready to faint, feeling as sick as the sickness I now notice is in the bucket besides the bed and just by looking at Hermione, do I know she feels the same. And more than when I got my new dorm or when I became a Hyena, do I feel as if my life is just over and I think: "That girl will pay."

Ginny, when will you learn,
So what do you think? Was Dumbledore right comparing these three to Bellatrix and Voldemort? Was it wrong of him to let them know that Voldemort is back? And what do you think of Voldemort's return? Do you think it right that he used Snape's blood instead of Jillian's or do you think it too soon?
Either way, next chapter we'll go back to Jillian as I felt that this chapter wouldn't end right if I added her part in this as well. She was just going to be in pain, but the news Sirius or Bill would tell her would be good news and that really didn't fit this chapter. Also expect next chapter to be about Jillian overcoming her pain.
Hope you enjoyed,

Venquine1990
PS. WHO HAS SEEN AVENGERS INFINITY WAR? I want to write a piece about Thanos and what I want to see happen to him, but I don't want to reveal spoilers. PLEASE LET ME KNOW!