Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.
A/N: This Chapter was orginally intended to be two. One from Ron's P.O.V. and the other from Draco's. That was until I finished writing them and decided they were too short to stand alone. Plus, I had a title perfect for both chapters and couldn't decide which one desereved it more.
RON'S P.O.V.
"Hey man, what's up?" Draco asked as they headed back to the manor after dumping the mudblood back in her hole. "You seem distracted. And you weren't nearly as rough with the mudblood as you usually are."
"I'm fine." Ron lied, looking his best mate in the eye.
The truth was he hadn't been fine for a couple years, all because his stupid blood traitor sister had to get herself captured. He saw Draco raise an eyebrow and new his best friend knew he was lying. He also saw all the other Death Eaters, who were always looking for a reason to accuse someone of treason, walking around the courtyard with their "toys".
"Not here." he whispered to Draco. "Too many ears. Let's go back to my quarters. I have to get your galleons anyway."
"Alright." Draco replied.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Ron thought like crazy about how he was going to explain his situation to Draco without sounding like a blood traitor. Then he remembered that Draco was his best friend and wouldn't sell him out to climb up the ranks.
Once they reached his quarters, Ron put up wards, insuring that only he and Draco could hear the conversation.
"Okay, I'm worried about Ginny." Ron stated once the wards were in place. "And I know you going through the same situation with Kat, so I was hoping you could help me out."
"I haven't figured out how to help Kat. I mean, other than bringing her food and water and healing her when I can but that's about it." Draco replied.
"I've thought about asking her to come to the Dark Side but I know she would die before she allowed herself to betray Neville or our mum's, Charlie's or Fred's memories like that. And I won't even think of asking the Dark Lord to release her, he'll see it as betrayal and kill me."
What if we helped her escape?"
"First off, if that happens, it will be I not we. I won't involveanyone else. Besides, she wouldn't leave without the others. She's just as stubborn as the mudblood and if she's not careful, it'll get her killed. I don't wanna see that happen."
"Hang on, did I just hear compassion come out of your mouth, Ronald Weasley?"
"Yes, but she's my sister damn it! I have a right to have compassion for her! Besides, we're the only two Weasleys left. If she dies here and I die in battle, there's gonna be no one, on either side, to carry on the Weasley name."
"You have every right to feel compassion for your sister. I feel for Kat everyday, but you know what will happen if someone other than me hears you talking like that."
"I know!"
Ron was going crazy. He wanted Ginny to be safe but he didn't want to go against The Dark Lord.
"I'm not thinking about switching sides, you know that right?" he asked.
He knew though, that a small part of him was but wasn't ready to say that. He didn't think even Draco would understand enough not to tell their Lord. Draco simply nodded but Ron had a feeling he could see right through him.
"Family's important, even if you're not on the same side. Look at me and Kat. She switched sides and got caught but I still risk everything to make sure she lives to see tomorrow. Besides, Ginny's all you have left. The best I can tell you is to just make sure she has what she needs to survive."
Ron took in what Draco said as he moved to his bed and pulled out a muggle safe. With the Death Eaters you could never be too careful.
"Thanks for the talk and the advice but I think I just need to be alone for awhile, to think about it all."
Ron put in the combination, pulled out his money bag, and counted out ten galleons.
"Just promise me you won't touch her any more." Ron asked as he handed the galleons to Draco.
"I promise." Draco replied, poocketed the galleons and turned to leave.
"Tell Kat, I said hi and I hope she's managing okay." Ron added suddenly realizing how insensitive this conversation had been.
"I can't." Draco answered.
Ron heard the sadness in his voice.
"Voldemort moved her with him because of her inability to comply with a direct order. You have to check her out with him and it's too risky for us that way." Draco explained.
"I'm sorry, man."
As Draco walked out of the room, Ron was surprised to find that he felt more sorry for Kat's fate than Draco's inability to help her.
Ron returned to his safe, to put his money bag back, but something on the bottom caught his eye. It was the picture of the family a few years before the split. He put the bag back, pulled out the picture, closed and put the safe back under his bed, and laid down on it (the bed).
He stared at the moving photo. His mom was smiling down at his newborn sister in her arms. He was only a year old, sitting on his dad's shoulders. Three year olds, Fred and George were laughing at five year old Percy, who was standing perfectly still, a pompous smile on his face. The older boys, Bill and Charlie, were standing with there arms around each other, laughing at the three in front of them.
Sadly, Ron couldn't remember when or why the picture was taken. Even sadder still, he could scarcely remember a time when they happy like in the picture.
He often wondered what life would be like if he chose to live with his mother instead of his father. Would Ginny be where she is now? Would Charlie or his mum or Fred have die? Would Ginny actually love him? So many questions. That's what life with his father brought him. Maybe, if he was with his mother, he could've at least protected Ginny, but know he'll never know. It tore him aprt to see her like that and know there was no way he could save her.
"Damn it!" he yelled to himself.
He was a Death Eater for God's sake. If you weren't on his side, you were asking for trouble. Ginny was his little sister, though, not to mention the only family he had left. He needed to find a way to get her out. Maybe, if he could just talk to her. He laughed to himself, like she'd listen. He silently argued with himself as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke sometime later to the sound of pounding on his door.
"Ron, it's me" came Draco's voice through hte door.
Ron noticed he sounded pretty upset as he walked to the door. Ron opened to find Draco's tearstained face.
"Come in. What happened?" Ron asked.
He knew it had to be bad. Draco never cried, at least not to Ron's knowledge.
"He killed her." Draco sobbed. "My father killed Kat."
"Oh God!" Ron threw his arms around his best friend. "I'm sorry."
We have to do something. Ron thought. He's tearing our, his loyal followers, families apart. It just wasn't right. None of it was. They had to do something to stop this.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco closed Ron's door and walked down the corridor toward his. It tore him aprt to see his best friend like that but since he was dealing with the same problem with his sister (Kat), there wasn't much he could do to help.
Katherine Marie Malfoy was Draco older sister by five years. She started out a one hundred percent Malfoy, hating anyone or anything less than pureblood or anyone that acted like it. Draco remembered how wonderful and happy their family was when Kat was younger. That all changed, of course, when Kat started Hogwarts. Her first crime, getting sorted into Gryffindor. It all went downhill after that. She began making friends with mudbloods and blood traitors. By her fourth year, she was convinced everything she had been taught was a lie.
Their father thought he could beat it out of her. Little did he know, it was only making it worse. Then when Draco was ten, she left. Draco still remembered the night like it was yesterday.
FLASHBACK
Ten year old, Draco laid in his bed after having to witness another fight between his father and Kat. This one ended with Kat laying at the bottom of the stairs, unconcious and bleeding profusely from the head. His father just shook his head and walked away. Their mother healed her and walked away crying. Kat got up and walked, slowly to her room. Draco lay in his bed shaking in terror.
Half an hour later, Kat was at his door, tears spilling down her cheeks, a knapsack over her shoulder. Draco sat up and swallowed the lump in his throat.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes." she answered. "I can't live here anymore. Not with all the lies. I'm sorry, I have to leave you by yourself. I swear, I'll be back for you. Just don't let him corrupt you. There are better thing's out there than this, I promise. I love you."
"She kissed his forehead and left.
"I love you too." Draco whispered and cried himself to sleep.
END FLASHBACK
After that night, his parents pretended they only had a son and he was forbidden to speak of her. He spent five years waiting for her to come back but when she finally did it was too late for him. Or at least that's what he thought at the time.
FLASHBACK
Fifteen year old, Draco walked back to his room after another fun filled couple of hours with the mudblood. He entered his room to find a now twenty year old Kat sitting on his bed.
"How did you get in here?" Draco asked surprised.
"I have my ways." she replied with a mischievious smile. "I told you I'd come back for you. Now get your stuff."
"I'm not going." Draco responded. Kat's face fell. "It's too late for me. You should've taken me with you five years ago. Before I allowed father to turn me into him."
"Draco, I'm sorry. Please come with me." Kat pleaded.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, I'm not completely sure were my loyalties lie and I won't leave mother like you did."
"I had to go. Father would've killed me. What was I supposed to do?"
"How about what he told you."
"Draco..."
"Look," Draco cut her off, "if you leave now, I won't raise the alarm or tell anyone you were here."
He wanted to give her a chance because he didn't want to see her hurt. Even if they were on different sides and he was angry with her, they were still family and that was the most important thing to Draco.
Kat looked him in the eye, shook he head, and crawled out the window. Draco flopped on his bed, allowed one tear to fall, and wiped it away. Not even a minute later, he heard Kat screamed and ran to his window. He saw her struggling as two Death Eaters dragged her back in.
"Damn it!" he yelled kicking his wall.
The Dark Lord made Kat one of the "toys", even though she was stubborn and never submitted to anyone. Draco brought her food and water and kept her as healthy as he could without getting caught.
END FLASHBACK
Now, she was where he couldn't As he entered his room and flopped down on his bed, he prayed she'd survive. He laid there for a long time, thinking of much better days and wondering what would've happened if he went with her that night.
A sharp knock on his door brought him back to the present.
"Coming." he yelled and walked over to open the door.
He found himself face to face with his father. He stepped inside so Lucius could step in. Draco noticed he had the confident swagger he always got after a kill. Draco gulped praying it wasn't, who he thought it was.
"What?" Draco asked crossing his arms.
"I waited to tell you that the blood traitor, Kat was killed tonight." Lucius replied with a self-satisfied smile.
Draco knew his father knew, he still loved Kat and that this would get to him, so fought to keep the tears away. He wasn't about to give the man any more power over him.
"Why?" Draco asked.
"She got useless and boring." Lucius replied with a chuckle. "You wanna know how I did it."
Draco knew what he was doing and didn't answer.
"First, I had my fun with her." Lucius comtinued with a smirk. "I always loved it when she begged. Then I chained her to the wall, sliced her arms, and watched her bleed to death."
Lucius said all this like torturing and killing his daughter was an honor. Draco could no longer hold back his tears as he yelled,
"She was your daughter."
"I had no daughter." Lucius responded. "Besides, she was a filthy blood traitor who deserved what she got. The sooner you realize that the better."
"Okay maybe she did deserve to lose her life!" Draco yelled, "But what about me. I have been nothing but loyal, so did I deserve to lose that part of my life!"
"Deal with it!" Lucius yelled reaching for the door handle.
"You know, all my life, I've wanted to be like you but now that I am I don't like it. And I'll spend the rest of my life hoping I can change."
Lucius yanked the door opened, walked out, and slammed it. Draco was so angry, he put his fist through the mirror. Not caring that he was bleeding or that there was still glass in his hand, he headed for Ron's room.
When he reached the door, he pounded on it.
"Ron, it's me!" he yelled.
After a few moments, Ron opened the door.
Come in. What happened?" he asked.
"He killed her." Draco sobbed. "My father killed Kat."
"Oh, God!" Ron gasped throwing his arms around him. "I'm sorry."
Draco continued to sob into Ron's shoulder for a long time, feeling the guilt wash over him.
