Warning: there is talk of rape in this chapter. Percy's point of view:

I walked quickly to the small cottages along the outskirts of Hogsmeade, glancing down to make sure I found the right address. Number 57, the last house on the left. Taking in a deep breath, I remember the reason I was here. I believed in changing the wizarding world for the better, and I wanted to go up in the Ministry. This was a step up to my dream job. After walking down the cobble stone path to the door, I lifted my hand. After hesitating, I knocked. A moment later, Narcissa Black (I had to remember she wasn't a Malfoy anymore) opened the door.

She looked different form how I remembered. Her blond hair that once had a lot of volume, hung in simple waves down her shoulders. Her once icy blue eyes were now firm with something else behind them. And, for once, she didn't look down her nose at me.

"Mr. Weasley, come in for tea," she said, holding her door open. "Good thing I had tea ready. You're right on time."

"Thank you. Punctuality is important. There's a lot to do for the ministry," I replied, walking past her.

"Of course," she said after shutting the door.

"Did you read through your paper work we owled you?" I asked.

"Yes, and I have my first Muggle class next Tuesday. I believe your father is running it?" she asked.

"Yes, he is. It'll just be a basic class of what to expect from our process," I said. "And mostly to answer any questions that I'm sure will come up."

"Unquestionably," she said. "Please sit, Mr. Weasley. We are going to be working together for the next six months, and I have some ideas I'd like to discuss with you."

I sat in one of the leather couches as Ms. Black poured tea, the Muggle way. She sat in the matching leather chair next to me as she handed me a cup. The tea tasted warm.

"Thank you," I said. "Have you read through the arrangements?"

"Yes, and I'm glad to see that there are counselors will be available for us," she said. She paused to take a sip from her own cup. "Do you know what the traditions among Death Eaters were?"

"No," I admitted.

"It was kept secret, but the rumors were there." Her eyes focused on a point in the distance as she continued. "As a wife of a Death Eater, we were often 'shared' with the other members. In all honesty, not many Pure Blood women were treated better than Muggle borns. We were expected to act from the start, to bear at least one child, and after that be used for sexual release of the others."

I sat frozen as she shared. I'd heard of some of these rumors, but never suspected this to be true.

"When I first had sex with someone other than Lucius, I didn't mind. I was furthering myself, and very, very proud. When the Dark Lord returned, I realized how little power I really had. I wasn't a part of any meeting or sent on any of his biddings. When I started to resist having sex with men who I'd easily given myself over to, that's when the rape started. The worst was having the Dark Lord inside me and my husband doing nothing about it. I screamed until I was horse, and he just stood there, cold and watched."

We sat in silence for several more minutes, and eventually her eyes refocused on me.

"Sorry for being so blunt, but I had to be," Ms. Black said. "I want you to know what happened to us."

"No," I said when I found my voice. "We need to know to prevent this sort of thing. May I share your story with my counterpart? He'd want to know since he's working with the men. They need to be educated about how to treat women."

She smiled grimly at me. "If there is any hope for men like that."

"Indeed," I replied.

"I have several requests from you," Ms. Black placed her cup on the coffee table, and I did the same to pull out my pad of paper.

"Go ahead," I said.

"I'd like to start a support group for the woman," she said. "Despite my feelings to the contrary, I know I'm not the only woman who must need help moving past this trauma. I'd like to support others like myself so we can become successful in this new life and world of ours. It would be nice to be able to talk about it in the open with them."

"I think that would be an excellent step," I replied. "We have a counselor, who I helped hire, and she's done a lot of group work before."

"Dr. Smith?" She asked, and I nodded. "I met her yesterday. She seems like an excellent teacher, and very knowledgeable," Ms. Black stated. She picked up a sandwich.

"We though the same," I agreed. "She has her own history of sexual abuse, and thought that she would relate to what you've all been through."

"I also have a personal request to ask of you," Ms. Black continued. "Although, I'm sure some of the other woman will want the same, but maybe not as soon as I do."

"You may ask anything," I said.

"I know that you have training for us to get jobs within the wizarding world, but I would like a Ministry job. I want to further myself and give myself more of an opportunity than I've had before," she explained.

"I shall inquire," I said, jotting notes down. "Any skills?"

"Besides knowledge of pleasing men?" she said bluntly. I held back a flinch. "Nothing since Hogwarts. I worry about my lack of a proper education, but I'm determined to learn. I want to further myself in a real job. The world has changed, and I'm wanting to go with it."

"And what do you feel about Muggles?" I asked. "If I may ask."

She sighed. "I admit there are some deep seeded ideas, but I'm seeing the cracks in those ideas. I hope with the training, it'll crumble my false ideas."

I nodded. "I'm very hopeful in working with you. It seems you are willing and eager to learn."

"I am Slytherin, Mr. Weasley. We are cunning to our goal, and I will be successful in a way I couldn't have been a year ago," Ms. Black said firmly.

"Of course," I replied. "We have a few 'field assignments', as we are calling them. They are a sort of hands on Muggle studies class. We will go out into the Muggle world and study their behavior, eat in their restaurants, and shop in their stores."

"Are they doing a similar program for the men?" she asked, leaning forward. "I'd like my son to see that world. I want him to know what he was taught was wrong."

"Yes, they will be educated in a similar manor," I said.

She sighed and picked up her cup again. The lull in the conversation allowed me take in the surroundings. The house was simply decorated with black with light blue accents. It was simple, but feminine at the same time.

"How are you liking the cottage?" I asked.

"It's a very nice home. The size is smaller than I was used to, but I prefer it this way," she admitted. "I'm glad I have a place to start a new life."

"And your son?" I asked.

"Has a flat in Muggle London. I believe he had help from his father," she said sharply. I dropped the conversation of her family.

"Have you met Mrs. Jugson?" I asked. "She lives in the same neighborhood, just at the other end. I had her meeting before I came here."

"Yes. We've talked," she said shortly. "We had a … tense relationship after I found out she was Lucius' mistress. They conceived a child, but she miscarried it during the war."

"I see," I replied.

"Do you, Mr. Weasley?" she asked sharply.

I didn't know how to reply to that, so I took a long drink of now cold tea.

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