Content Warning: The end of this chapter contains disturbing content that some readers of this might not want to read. I am not using this lightly but as a device to show just how depraved and insane Dennis has become in the years since the final battle. I tried not to be very descriptive but also tried to give a clear idea what was happening. I apologize to anybody I might turn away from my story with this part of it.

The sound of Hermione calling out her children's full names made both of them and the other children stop what they were doing and glance over at her. She looked very scary to all of them and they quickly did what they were being instructed to do while Rose and Hugo walked over to her, knowing that they were in trouble.

"Go to the room that I am going to be assigned to stay in and sit down. Do your schoolwork and stay there quietly until I can get to you. The three of us and your father are going to have a discussion about how we expect you to act in other people's home because what I just saw you doing, wasn't it."

"Yes mum." Hugo said, two tears trailing down his face that reminded her of Ron at eleven years old. Hermione had to remember to stay stern with them or they wouldn't learn anything.

"We're sorry, dad and we won't do it again." Rose said, sadly and adding some tears of her own to it. Ron felt himself melting because of how closely she resembled his wife and he had to harden his heart to her tears, for once.

"Now do as your mom just told you to do and we'll be with you as soon as possible."

Both children followed Mrs. Weasley, Angelina, Fleur and Mrs. Malfoy who were taking them to the rooms that they were staying in, not speaking or looking at anyone. Amber glanced over at Hermione, her green eyes wide in shock and admiration.

"That reminded me of my grandmother when I was growing up in Ireland. All she had to do was raise her voice sternly and my cousins and I knew that we had better listen or we would catch it."

She walked over to take the folder in her hand over to where Harry was standing with Ginny, while Ron and Hermione went over to talk to Percy. He was holding his youngest daughter, Lucy, in his arms and an arm wrapped around Molly. Both girls had been quiet during the craziness that they had arrived to find, the same with Scorpius, Lysander and Lorcan, who each stayed close to where Draco and Luna were quietly talking. Bree was in her father's arms, cuddling into his chest.

"Wow, does it seem to me like the two of them are already getting too close, too soon for two people who's spouses were just murdered?" Ron quietly asked his wife where only she could hear them.

"Ron, there is a lot you don't know about the two of them and I will tell you about it later. Just try not to react to anything he says to you because somehow the two of you go back to being eleven years old when you are around each other and that is the last thing all of us need right now."

"I'll try but if he starts it, I'm not backing down from that git."

She gave him the same kind of look that his children had just received and he knew that it might be a good idea to not discuss it anymore. They started to talk to Percy and after a minute, Hermione and the older Weasley brother took the two little girls upstairs so they could rest and be with their father. Ron went over and joined Harry, Ginny and Amber, who was showing the former the file they had found on Dennis and his late wife.

Draco held Bree in his arms and watched as Luna tried to talk her very stubborn son into going upstairs with the rest of the children. Lorcan was quietly standing with Scorpius, while Lysander was arguing with his mother about wanting to stay and hear about the man who had killed his father. The boy was starting to get downright hateful with her and if he wasn't holding his daughter, he would have already stepped in and helped Luna deal with him.

Lucius must have seen the look on Draco's face because he came over and picked up Lysander, making the young boy look him in the face. Something must have been in his gaze that made the eleven year old calm down and listen to what the man old enough to be his grandfather was about to say to him.

"Young man, are you supposed to talk to your mother that way?"

"No sir," Lysander said quietly, a solemn look in his blue eyes that were just like Luna's, his light blond curls falling onto his forehead.

"Don't you think you need to tell her that you are sorry and do what she is telling you to do?"

"Yes sir."

"I know that you want to know what happened to your father and your mother will talk to you about it when we are done. There are things that will be discussed that are not for your ears and it is up to your mum what she tells you and doesn't tell you." Everybody in the room had stopped talking and was listening to what Lucius was saying to the young boy in his arms. "Now I am going to put you down and when I do, first you are going to tell your mum that you are sorry for being disrespectful to her and then you are going to go upstairs with your brother and my grandson. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir."

Lucius sat him down and Lysander went over to Luna, hugging her which his mother returned and kissed him on the forehead before letting him go.

"I'm sorry, mum."

"Thank you, baby. Now go upstairs with your brother and Scorpius and play with the other children. I promise I will tell you what I can after the meeting is over. Now go."

Lysander gave Luna one more hug before letting his brother do the same thing while Scorpius did the same thing with his father. When the boy pulled away from Draco, he shocked everybody by giving Luna a hug, who wrapped her arms around him, unable to resist this sweet and caring little boy.

"I'm sorry about your husband, Mrs. Scamander, maybe he and my mummy are up there watching over all of us. They're finally together in the afterlife, the way the two of them wanted to be when they were alive."

You could have heard a pin drop in the room it was so quiet and Luna glanced over at her sons, who didn't look surprised at what Scorpius Malfoy had just revealed, even Lysander. She saw that Draco was so stunned at his son's revelation that he was struggling to breathe and his father wasn't any better. As she looked around the room, her friends had all shook their head in disbelief at what had come out of the mouth of an eleven year old boy.

"Mr. Malfoy," she said to the older man, who was still staring at his grandson, who had stepped back over beside Luna's sons. "I think after we are done here Draco, me, you and your wife need to have a talk with three little boys when everybody else is settled for the night."

Draco spoke up, finally able to talk after coming back to his senses. "I agree because I'm very curious as to how much the three of them know and when they found out what all of them think they know." He glanced over at his son and Luna's twins before glancing back at the woman standing beside him.

"I have to put Bree to bed so I'll take them upstairs to Scorp's room because I think that is where my mother is placing them, Albus Potter and Hugo Weasley and transfiguring the room to look like a dorm at Hogwarts."

"Will you make sure that my two have listened to me and are waiting upstairs for me in the room your mom is assigning me?" Hermione asked him politely.

"I"ll check with my mom and Mrs. Weasley after I put the baby down. Is how you put the fear of Merlin in your children the way you keep Weasley in line too, Granger? Impressive." Draco smirked at the sight of Ron clenching his face and looking like it was only the presence of Bree in her father's arms that was stopping him from retaliating. That is until he felt a light smack on his arm and glanced down at the petite blond beside him. She was giving him a stern look like he was one of her sons and had her arms crossed over her chest.

"Draco Malfoy, stop baiting Ron! You're 36 years old, not eleven, act like it!"

Everybody with them in the room was fighting not laugh out loud at the sight of Draco turning red in embarrassment before he walked upstairs with three snickering little boys behind him. Lucius touched Luna on the shoulder, not bothering to attempt to hide his laughter.

"Well done, Mrs. Scamander. The only one I have ever seen do that to him when he gives into moments of immaturity like that and succeed is his mother. Although the presence of Ron for some reason makes him act like a child again. I think it is only because of Bree being in her father's arms and that knowledge that you and Hermione would give them hell for fighting was the only thing that prevented any punches from being thrown."

Lucius stepped away while Luna was joined by Hermione, Ginny and Amber, who stuck her hand out to her to introduce herself.

"Hello Luna, I'm Amber Finnegan. My cousin and his wife, Lavender told me all about you. It is nice to finally to meet you in person."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm so sorry about Seamus, he was a very nice person, despite any mistakes he might have made." Luna glanced around the room as if looking for somebody else to show up. "Where is Lavender? I thought she would be coming here too. I know we are only waiting on Blaise and Daphne to get here so Harry can brief all of the victims families on what they have so far in the investigation."

"I checked in with my aunt when I first got here and she says that her daughter-in-law had to be sedated by a healer when she was told what had happened. Aunt Fiona had to take her granddaughter, Caylee home with her and leave Parvati Thomas and Padma Boot with Lavender to take care of her."

"How old is the baby now?" Ginny asked.

"She just turned a year old two days ago." Her pretty face became flushed with anger before she continued to speak again. "That little prick Creevy has taken away the chance for my cousin's daughter, Luna's unborn child and Bree Malfoy to know one of their parents, he needs to be stopped. I'll be happy when we can get him back to New York City, get tried and sentenced to prison for the rest of his sorry life. Of course after the wizarding world gets through with him."

"If he is caught, the Ministry might decide to strip him of his magic and then send him back to the states to stand trial for what he did to his wife and her lover. If that happens, will the death penalty be an option?" Hermione inquired, once again showing her knowledge of both muggle and wizarding laws.

"No. Thirteen years ago, a stay was put on that sentence until a new statute was put into law. The old one was found unconstitutional and a new one hasn't been agreed on yet by New York State lawmakers. So if he is caught and sent back there, Dennis Creevy will get L-WOP."

"What's that mean?" Neville wanted to know as he walked over to them.

"Life in prison without the possibility of parole or if he gets a good enough lawyer, spending the rest of his life in a Home for the Criminally Insane. Which given what I have heard and seen, that is a strong possibility."

Blaise and Daphne, who was clinging to the arm of the man with her, stepped through the fireplace and Lucius went upstairs to get the other adults who would be attending the meeting. Victoire Weasley and Teddy Lupin, who had arrived to help were going to stay upstairs with the help of Teensy to keep an eye on the children and make sure they stay upstairs. They had been also told to keep an eye on Harry's, Ron and Hermione's children, just in case they were like their parents had been in school.

Hannah Longbottom was at her home, getting ready to go to the Leaky Cauldron for the night when she was suddenly slammed to the floor. When she came to her senses, the sight of a furious and half crazed Dennis Creevy, whom Neville had already warned her about, was standing over her. It was then that the witch realized that she was tied to one of her kitchen chairs with a silencing charm placed on her and that Dennis had taken her wand. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she saw what looked like a muggle handgun in his hand and the fact that he was aiming it right between her eyes.

"I am going to release the silencing charm from you and free your arms so you can write a letter to your darling husband. I am going keep this gun on you and being that your mother is a muggle, you know exactly what it will do to your pretty head. So I suggest you write everything I am telling you word for word or your husband will come home and find you dead. Am I understood?"

She shook her head in understanding, the creepy and menacing tone he had taken with her sending chills down Hannah's spine. He pushed the chair up to the table and put a piece of notebook paper and a pen in front of her, motioning for her to start writing as he dictated what was to be in the letter.

Neville,

I have your wife and if you want her to survive the night, Luna Scamander will be turned over to me. I also want enough muggle money to get out of London and the assurance that I will be allowed to leave to go anywhere that I choose to go with my lovely new bride.

If I see Harry Potter, Ron Weasley or that sorry bastard, Draco Malfoy anywhere around, the gun I have to your pretty little wife's head will accidentally go off. Ask Finnegan's cousin just how bloody head wounds can be and I'm sure you will see things my way.

You have two hours or I start taking parts of your wife's body and sending them to you by owl.

Dennis took the letter from her as Hannah finished writing and used an owl that had been sitting by the window to deliver it. He smirked viciously at his captive and enjoyed the terror he could see in her blue eyes. She had been a year ahead of him at school and with her blond hair, blue eyes, tiny figure and petite height, she could have also worked for his purposes. His heart was set on Luna but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with Hannah and make Neville Longbottom suffer in the process.

Hannah saw the looks he was giving her and when Dennis started to untie her from the chair and force her by gunpoint to the bedroom she shared with her husband, her heart filled with dread. When the door closed behind them, he forced her to strip her clothes off and made her lie down on the bed. As he took his own clothes off and came towards her, she tried to beg and plead with him not to do this, in an attempt to get through to the sweet boy that she had remembered him to be.

"Don't do this, Dennis. Think of Colin and how he would feel about what you were doing to people. How would he react to the things you have done and are about to do? Please! Don't do this to me!"

Her protests were stopped when he slapped her across the mouth hard enough to draw blood. As he laid down on top of her and forced himself into the part of her that had only been touched by her husband, it wasn't long after the room was filled with her moans and screams of agony and his of pleasure.

AN: Dennis' crime spree has escalated into rape and kidnapping to go along with the murders that he has already committed. He is becoming more and more dangerous as the story goes on and is making more enemies with the more people he kills or terrorizes. Who will catch him and after that will he survive long enough to be prosecuted for his crimes?