Chapter 25
Hogwarts
Great Hall
Everybody sat with tense shoulders as they watched Miss Andersmore walk from the Great Hall with her nose in the air.
They saw how her friends tried to get up to walk with her but could not move.
They saw how those very friends turned towards the front of the hall to lay complaint about the unfairness of how Miss Andersmore was treated.
They saw how those very students were made mute.
Nobody else moved as Harry walked from the Great Hall and disappeared into the office of the Headmaster, followed shortly by said man and the rest of the Aurors left behind by Madam Bones.
Nobody moved when they were called upon by their teachers to get back to their respective rooms.
Nobody moved because the shock was just too great to handle in such a small amount of time.
Silence wove itself throughout the whole castle for the first time in many years.
Headmaster's Office
Harry: I am utterly tired of all this blood purity nonsense! Have these people no shame in what they do to their children?
Arthur: Harry, you must realize that these people come a long way. They were BRED to be this way. They know no other way to be. It is forced into their very souls to ACT like they are better than those under their "STANDARDS" in life.
Harry: I know this because I have lived with this mannerism for most my growing life. Gringotts was a way of life for me to learn every little bit of mannerisms these Inbred people and even today, in my 11th year, I still cannot stand the idea of being ABOVE somebody else just because of my name.
Arthur: Such wise words for somebody so young as yourself.
Harry: Age is naught but a number; it is the soul which carries our wisdom.
Arthur: Still wise words.
A state of peace enveloped the school after that day. Miss Andersmore's family arrived later the same day she walked out the Main Gates to contest the return of her magic. Mother Magic stepped into the room and smiled down at Her children.
MAGIC: You speak with My champion in a way as if you believe he can return to your daughter that which I have taken away. Your daughter held contempt for those she thought below her standing. She thought herself above those that proved her wrong of her false believes. Your daughter holds the shame of the loss in her magic to her own behaviour. You hold the loss of her magic to your own hands for teaching a young mind your bigotry.
ONCE TAKEN, NEVER RETURNED.
SO SAY I. SO SHALL IT BE.
MAGIC stepped back to Her spot next to Harry and laid Her hand on his shoulder.
Mr Andersmore simply nodded his head, stood and left the office. His family needed to be escorted from the grounds after they tried to bully their way of live down on Harry.
It was a sight to see a small group of people float down to the Gates in a bubble, which then "popped" once outside the gates. Leaving the people to stumble over each other to get up again and walk away.
St. Mongo's Hospital
Private ward of Ron Weasley
Molly: How could this happen to my poor baby? Who could be such a monster to carve runes into a baby's bones!?
Healer Adams: Mrs Weasley please calm down!
Molly: Don't you dare tell me to calm down!
Healer Adams: THEN GET OUT!
Molly Weasley was a formidable woman to those who knew her. Her temper was well known even in her school days. Once she got started there was little less than a Stunner that could stop her.
Having a Healer tell her to calm down was one thing, but having that same Healer then scream at her to get out of the room was in a whole new ball park!
Molly: HOW… DARE… YOU… TELL… ME… TO… LEAVE!?
Healer Adams: You will do well to remember one thing Mrs Weasley. Your Magic affects those wards around your son's bed. Your Magic right now is affecting those wards in a negative manner! So it is well within MY rights to tell you to get out and even more in my rights to actually force you out of the whole hospital.
Now I will ASK you one more time to control yourself or I will do what is needed for the safety of MY patient!
Do I make myself clear in this matter?
Molly was all but vibrating in anger at being accused of doing harm to her baby boy. How dare this upstart of a healer tell her she is upsetting the wards around her son?
Molly: How dare you?
Healer Adams: Easy, just like this.
And with that he pulled his wand from the holster at his side and simply stated the following.
Healer Adams: I; Senior Healer Adams hereby find one; Molly Weasley to be a danger to the recuperation of her son; Ron Weasley. I hereby ban her from his ward until such time as I deem her in control enough to visit here again. So say I, so mote it be!
There was a pulse from the room and Molly found herself standing at the reception unable to step a foot further into the ward.
Molly: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? LET ME THROUGH! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I AM HIS MOTHER!
Healer Adams walked closer to the reception desk and simply ignored Molly's ranting.
Healer Adams: Please be advised that I have put a Healer's ban on Mrs Weasley. She is not allowed to enter these wards until such a time as I personally lift them. Please make a visible note to the other staff to follow this.
The nurse at the reception station looked from one to the other and nodded to the Healer.
Nurse: I will do as you asked Healer Adams.
Molly was still screaming her will onto every person in hearing range.
It was into this scene that Arthur walked a few minutes later.
Arthur: MOLLY! Calm yourself!
Molly: I will not calm myself until this bloody moron lifts the ban on me to enter the ward to see MY son!
Arthur: Then you leave me no choice. Molly Geraldine Weasley, I, Arthur Jack Weasley, Head of Clan Weasley, hereby ORDER you to leave these premises and return to our home. NOW!
Molly tried to scream before the magic of the Head of house took effect over her, but she stood no chance when it came to the word and law of a man on a mission.
With a final look of loathing she nodded her head and left the building.
It would be the last day she lived in the Burrow with the surname of Weasley.
Molly filled for break of marriage from Arthur the very next day as she walked from their house with everything she believed she deserved floating behind her.
Arthur simply allowed her to take what she wanted. He did not stop her from screaming at him nor did he stop her from physically slapping him a few times and calling him names.
He did however put a stop to her ranting when it came to their children.
She wanted custody over Ron and Ginny, but he could have the twins and Percy.
Molly: They never listened to me anyway. Always on about following in your footsteps and not being like their crazy mother! Don't pretend I never heard them talking behind my back and calling me names. At least my babies will not follow their way to you, not if I have anything to say about it!
Arthur: You shall have no such luck Molly. The children will stay with me. You are not suitable to have full custody over them. You have proven this by simply trying to split the kids up and having favouritism to Ron and Ginny. No court will allow you this and you know it.
Now take what you want and leave. I will stand your voice no longer.
My solicitor will be in contact with yours soon.
Molly spat at the ground where Arthur stood before she levitated her belongings and left the wards surrounding the Burrow.
Arthur stood there for a few minutes trying to calm himself before he walked into the half empty house and into his office.
He pulled the Ward Ledger from its hiding spot under his chair and drew a simple RED line through the name of Molly Geraldine Weasley nee Previtte.
A single tear ran down his cheek before he closed the Ledger and left his office to go and visit his son in the hospital.
St. Mongo's Private Ward
Ron lay on the bed asleep for a few days. Food got spelled into his system to keep him nourished. And other potions got added to keep him sedated. Magic was brought to a minimum to keep damage to the healing and diagnostic wards around his bed from happening.
He looked so peaceful, like the son Arthur knew and loved dearly.
Not the monster he met a few days prior in his office back at Hogwarts.
Healer Adams: Mr Weasley, how are you today sir?
Arthur: As well as could be at this point Healer Adams. How about you?
Healer Adams: Please call me Tim. And I will be better once we get a cure for your son. It is truly a work of art if one could look at this from another direction. And I mean your son no harm or ill thoughts by saying this. It is just such a massive fete to see something like this in person.
Arthur: Please call me Arthur, and believe me Tim, I know you mean my son no ill thoughts by saying that. I find myself with the same thoughts. The level of dedication this person showed to his work is mind boggling to even think it.
This person had to have had more than a few days allowed to them to finish this magnitude of carvings.
Tim: We are trying to put together a time line to work from. To see how long it took to finish one set of runes to begin with the next set, but then we get stalled at a certain group and have to start all over again. They flow into each other so effortlessly, we cannot pinpoint where the one ends and the other begins.
The one set took one of our Master rune crafters a whole day to engrave into a piece of wood. It took him another day to break down the sequence in which the runes had to follow.
We have one se to this point where we believe we know what they are used for.
There are still over one hundred to work through.
It will take us months if not years to work through the rune scheme.
Arthur stood there in silence. His son would have to be in a medically induced coma until such a time as the healers could find a way to erase the runes on Ron's bones.
How was he supposed to let the other kids know of this?
Tim: Arthur, we need your permission to Obliviate your son from his memories of being in Hogwarts. We believe it will stimulate his memories enough for us to wake him from his sleep.
We need him to be awake so we can use magic around him.
Arthur: Sure, I will sign any forms you deem necessary for him to get better. Whatever it takes.
Tim: We also need to get him to a setting in the hospital where he can interact with others, to make him feel less awkward being here for such a long time.
We might need to "infect" him with something to justify his stay here. Something that could justify his loss of memories.
It will all have to happen within the following week if we are to de-age him to justify his need to go to Hogwarts.
Only a few people will know of this as it will be less likely for it to be slipped to the press.
We need to move fast on this one Arthur.
Arthur: Do whatever you think is best Tim. I leave my son's wellbeing in your capable hands from his second on.
I will deal with the rest of the family.
And just so you are aware of the change, Molly filled for divorce. You need to amend your ward against her maiden name also. It is Previtte.
Tim: Thank you for the heads up. And thank you for believing in me to get to the bottom of this mess.
Arthur: I still hold Healers in great respect. Not many people know what you guys have to go through to get to where you are.
And to be able to work so close with you in a matter so personal just raises my respect for you even more.
Tim: You bring me great honour with your words Arthur. Thank you very much!
I will have the appropriate documents ready for you in the next hour. You are welcome to be present for when we wake him up.
Arthur: We have one problem. What will we tell him when he asks for his mother?
Tim: What do you think is best in this situation?
Arthur: We could justify her lack of show due to his illness. She got to emotionally involved and had a breakdown. We could even have a dummy look alike of her in another ward for him to look at.
I find that excuse the only one he would find believable from his mother.
Tim: Then I will have it set up as you say. Your son is my number one priority, I will not hesitate to fake anything to see him get better.
Arthur: I will let everybody involved know. Like you said, only the bare minimum people involved need to know.
You on the other hand have a whole shift to worry about with her temper tantrum. So I think we need to make her ADMITTION a little bit public for this to work out for the best.
I would rather deny my children their mother than have her poison them against me and Ron's welfare.
Tim: I find myself agreeing with you on that matter. Where would she be now?
Arthur: If I know Molly, she would have gone straight to her mother's to blacken my name to her. Lucky for us she lives alone and her memory can be altered.
Tim: I find that our choice in action has played itself to a close. We have the perfect ending as it stands.
Molly left you to get some peace of mind over Ron's illness. She went to her mother's where she suffered a heavy stroke due to stress. Her mother contacted us to admit her to the ward for comatose individuals.
We will alter her mother's memories to justify this.
She will be "rushed" into our high care unit where I will then declare her brain damaged.
She will become a permanent resident of our special ward.
We will the wake Ron and modify his memories back one year.
He will not remember that he ever met Harry Potter and he will not remember setting foot in Hogwarts.
We will have to amend that you applied for post as the new Headmaster after Dumbledore resigned.
If you feel the need for it, we will allow the modification of your other children's memories.
Arthur: Give me a few days to speak with my older children. Ginny will have to be modified as she was very close to Molly.
My other sons might be turned to our side.
Tim: It will be done.
Arthur nodded his head before he walked to the room Ron was in.
Arthur: Hey angel, how are you today? We are working extra hard to fix you up and get you back on your feet. I believe in you and know you will work just as hard to get better.
I love you Ron!
Arthur kissed his son's forehead and walked out of the room. His next stop was going to be a big mess or a simple chat. He just wished it could be the later of the two options.
His day just became a lot more interesting that anybody could imagine.
First stop, Hogwarts.
For Tim it was a closed visit to Mrs Previtte and her daughter.
His day was about to get very busy.