Fit for Kings and Queens
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Dumbledore looked at Arthur Weasley worried at his frazzled state, his hair strewn and the circles under his eyes.
"Yes Arthur anything, what is it I can do for you my friend." Dumbledore kept his cool.
"Professor Dumbledore, I am afraid that my family needs you really bad right now." Mr. Weasley began, somewhat out of breath.
"Arthur Please sit down and tell me what is wrong." Dumbledore pointed at a chair in front of his desk.
"It's Hermione sir, and Ron. Hermione's step father David… he abused her and he raped her sir. We have her at St. Mungo's right now. Please Professor I need Harry there for Ron, he is taking all of this so very hard and he needs someone there for him, and I could use you there. They are beginning the investigation and sir… it is so very hard to have to see Hermione like this and Ron and Molly. Please Professor I need you and Harry." Arthur's tears did not go unnoticed.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and walked to Arthur's side.
"Now now Arthur, Come on now. We must get back to the children. You go back to St. Mungo's and I will go get Harry. You can tell me everything when we get there, but I am sure the Molly and Hermione needs you right now." He helped Mr. Weasley to the fireplace and sent him on his way.
Shortly after Dumbledore took the Floo to Harry's Aunt and Uncle's home in Little Whinging.
Harry Potter was sitting in his room feeding Hedwig a snack when he heard a loud scream come from downstairs. Alert and frightened, Harry grabbed his Wand and held it at the ready when he entered the living room where he had heard his Aunt Petunia scream.
There stood in front of the fireplace stood a man in purple robes and half moon glasses his long white beard covered in soot. Harry put his wand down but still alert and frightened. This was extremely unusual for Dumbledore to announce not announce his arrival, instead of his week notice anhead of time.
"Harry my good lad, come we must go. The Weasleys and Hermione need us. We will return in time for your things. I am terribly sorry for the intrusion Petunia I would not have done this if it was not for an emergency."
He nodded in her direction and waved to Harry to hurry. They entered the fireplace and were gone in a flash.
When Harry and Dumbledore came to a stop Harry was immediately looking for Ron or Hermione, but saw not one of them. Franticly he ran down the halls looking for someone he knew, anyone.
"Harry, my dear boy." Mr. Weasley engulfed him in a hug, "Thank heavens you are here. Hermione will be ok."
He saw the question before Harry had time to ask it.
"Ron has gone into the loo." He saw that question too. Harry patted Arthur's back and went to find the loo. Harry quickly found it and he also found his friend.
Ron had woken up while his father was with Dumbledore, and told Patrick that he needed to use the loo to clean up some after the fight with David. Ron walked into the bathroom with Patrick standing guard to make sure that David did not go in at the same time as Ron. Ron went to the sink and washed the blood off of his knuckles, got a napkin and got it wet attempting to get the blood off of his shirt.
His head was aching from the blow to his eye. Ron looked at his reflection there was bits of blood on his face, there was a dribble coming from the corner of his mouth, and a cut above his eye. He took the napkin that was he was using to clean his shirt to clean his face.
The boy looking back at him was someone that disgusted him. He felt the inadequacy from not be able to defend Hermione the way someone that was deeply in love with her should be able to do. He also saw the same boy that was a nothing, someone worthless and useless. Stupid and clumsy and a sidekick.
Yes he had finally triumphed and won the love of the girl but he still could feel same feelings that he felt 3 days ago. In some ways he would always feel them.
Hermione and him never spoke details of what had happened, but Ron could still hear her scream. He could still see the terror in her eyes; he could still feel the tremble escape her body when he would touch her. It broke his heart and the only way he knew how to make his feelings go away was to release it by letting it flow out with the stream of his blood.
The fight in his brain between right and wrong that should be there was absent. He abandoned all reason.
He needed the release; he looked in the mirror one more time and made up his mind.
Ron searched his pockets and found the pocket knife that his father gave him for his eleventh birthday, went into an empty stall and rolled up his sleeves. He wanted nothing more than to cut his upper arm but that would require him taking his shirt off and he did not have that kind of time but he settled for his forearm.
He brought the knife to his arm put very little pressure on the knife and pulled it.
The blood immediately began to pearl and spill over, Ron grabbed a wad of tissue and dabbed his cut, he could not allow the blood to leak onto his pants. He continued to go over the same cut over and over till he decided he needed to work on another.
Ron needed the distraction; he needed to focus even if it was a minute on something else other than the inner turmoil he was feeling. He needed this like he needed Hermione, like he needed air to breathe.
He found another spot and began to cut in to his flesh letting the blood flow freely. He cried, letting his guard down letting his feelings wash over him, overtake his body. Ron being so emotional might seem surreal but he was just as human as the next person and his life was far from normal, being Harry Potter's best friend does that to you.
At times he had to be the strongest of the group and it took a lot out of him. He needed someone to be strong for him. He watched as the blood leaked and poured from his blurry eyes. Getting caught up in the feeling of the release.
"Ron! Oh my god Ron what are you doing?!" Harry had came in and heard Ron crying in the stall, something had to be bad for Ron to be crying, that thought alone worried Harry.
Now this, Ron bleeding and it looking as if he was the one that made him bleed was something so absurd to Harry. Ron was so shocked at being discovered like this, this had only happened one other time and that was bad enough.
"Answer me Ron! What are you doing? What is going on here? Dumbledore picked me up and I still have no idea what is going on? Give me that knife, Now Ronald!" Harry had never called Ron by his full first name.
He handed Harry his knife slowly. Dumbledore was here? How? Why? Who had told him about this? Why was Harry here? He had as many questions for Harry as Harry had for Ron.
Harry went to the sink and got some napkins wet and came back to Ron. He dabbed at Ron's cuts, washing away the blood. Ron sniffled and winced a few times,
"Hermione has been raped." That was all Ron said to Harry. Harry shot up immediately,
"What?! Who?! When?!" his breathing was rabid
"David raped her Harry. She came to our house two days ago. I was going to send you an owl tonight when we got home, I swear." Tears came to Harry's eyes.
This was one of the worst crimes in both worlds, muggel and wizarding alike.
"Ron…how is she? Where is she?" Ron looked Harry in the eye, struggling to keep his emotions in control.
"She will be ok, the healers are looking over her right now." Ron looked back to his lap.
Harry kneeled back down and began to dab Ron's cuts with the napkin again.
"Ron Why did you do this?" Harry never looked in Ron's eyes and Ron never looked for Harry's eyes,
"It's nothing Harry. I'm fine." Ron took the wad of tissue and threw it in the waste bin, before standing up and walking to the sink wetting the cuts and wiping them off. He rolled his sleeves down and started to walk for the door.
Harry took a large leap and took Ron's arm to make Ron look at him and stop avoiding the question.
"Why? Why did you do that?" Harry asked again.
"RON!!" The two boy's eyes grew wide and turned to the door running towards the scream.
Ron ran past Patrick and Jarred, and straight into the exam room Hermione was in.
"Ron! Oh Ron!" Hermione was sobbing on the exam table, she was in a paper gown and you could see the bruises on her arms and the cut on her neck. Her arms were held out to him.
Ron ran to her and held onto her, she buried her head in is chest. She was crying so hard that her breathing was short and panicked,
"What Happened Mrs. Weasley?" Harry turned to her trying to gather why Hermione was screaming and crying as she was.
"They told her David was here, and it was simple she wanted Ron here. She is scared and they said they would not allow Ron to come in. My poor girl has gone through enough as it is and her only request is to have Ron here and they tell her no." Molly was fuming with anger, if there was one thing you did not do was upset her children, and that included Hermione and Harry.
Harry looked around the room assessing who was in the room. He found the lead Healer or who looks as if they should be the lead healer and walked straight up to them,
"What the hell? I know it is protocol to call the parents but come on, letting the man that hurt this poor girl in to the same building as her is insane." Harry told her.
"Shh Hermione, I am right here and I am not leaving you again. I promise love, never again." Ron was trying to sooth Hermione, trying to get her breathing back to a good rhythm.
It took Ron 10 minutes to calm her down. Molly and healer McIntosh talked about what the Weasleys needed to do when they took Hermione home. They had gotten her bruises to go away and they healed her cuts but there was this cream that needed to be applied to them two times a day, she had one follow up Healers appointment and she had a counseling session set up.
"Hermione? You can get dressed now if you would like. Your father would like to come in and see you." McIntosh said.
Hermione looked ok with it and Harry took her clothes to her, Ron leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"I will be right outside the door, I am not going anywhere." Hermione reached down to take his hand and pulled on it.
"Please don't leave." Ron had lost before he knew it, her eyes got to him every time.
"Ok Hermione I will stay." Hermione gave him a watery smile. Ron turned around and Harry stood next to him.
There was a silence in the room, more of a deafening silence. Nerves of what was going to happen soon were mounting.
Hermione changed back into Ron's sweats and hoodie. Mrs. Weasley dug in her purse for a hairbrush for Hermione, and than told the boys it was ok to turn around.
"Healer McIntosh may we go ahead and bring Mr. Granger in so we can take Hermione home, she is need of a rest before the other children come home? Harry dear, will you get Mr. Granger for me?" That was the Mrs. Weasley they knew and loved, not a care in the world except making sure her children are tended to, according to her standards.
Harry came over and gave Hermione a hug and a peck on her cheek. Than went to the door asking for Mr. Granger than closed it quietly.
Hermione was gripping Ron's hand, he could feel her tremble, shaking like a leaf is more like it. Molly came to her other side and ran her hand over her hair giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
"We are right here Hermione my dear, don't you worry about a thing." Molly whispered into her ear.
Hermione clasped her eyes shut to hold back the tear and let out her breath trying to steady it. The knob on the door turned and it opened slowly almost waiting for permission to come in.
Jerrod Granger entered the room shaking and nervous. Hermione and her father locked eyes for seconds and both cried Ron tried to back away to give them room but Hermione kept her grip on his hand. He had never seen her this scared before.
Mr. Granger came over and held onto his daughter, together they cried. They talked for several minutes before Mr. Granger and Molly came to the agreement that Hermione would stay with the Weasleys for the rest of summer and as for the holidays they would wait to see how the investigation was going. Mr. Granger kissed his daughter goodbye and told her he would meet her in Diagon Alley the week before school.
"David did no such thing! Hermione is lying! He would never hurt her he loves her like his own daughter! You don't know inspector!" Mrs. Granger argued with Patrick.
Hermione jumped off the table and ran towards the door pushing her father out of the way.
"WHAT?! Mother I cannot believe that you believe him over me!! He did this to me more than once mum. While you were passed out in a drunken stupor he came in my room!!" Hermione broke down hysterically.
How could her own mother not believe her? Was she really that blind? Ron helped Hermione to her feet and gave her to his mum, Molly took her back to the exam room. Ron watched till the door shut than walked over to Mrs. Granger and talked to her in almost a whisper he did not want Hermione to hear anything.
"You filthy bloody bitch!" he hissed at her, Ron turned to Patrick O' Connell
"Is there something we can do about Hermione not going to her during the holidays? There is no way she is going to see the bitch! I won't let this bitch near her ever again." Ron fumed.
Thank God David was outside smoking, because if he had been there Ron would have pounced on him again without a second hesitation. Ron's eyes blurred,
"You can't keep my daughter form me Ronald! She is my daughter and I love her." Mrs. Granger said. Ron blinked back his tears and turned to Mrs. Granger.
"I don't think so. I am going to do everything I can to make sure that the next time you see her is when she wants to. You never deserved her, dirty whore." Ron turned and stalked off to Hermione.
He came in and engulfed her in his arms.
"I am so so so sorry baby." He did not know what to say, he just kept telling her he loved her with all of his heart and he was sorry that happened and she had to hear it. A knock on the door brought them back and in walked Patrick.
"Well Ms. Granger I am sorry but I need to ask you some questions. Is that alright? But the faster we get this done the faster you and your family can get back to the Burrow." Hermione stiffened, sniffled and wiped away her tears. Ron had seen her do this many times, she wanted to be strong even though she was breaking inside.
Patrick asked her if she wanted Ron to leave she said no immediately. He asked more questions about everything, about everything ever did, how, when. His questions bothered Hermione she did not want to answer some of them, couldn't answer some because her voice started to go faulty.
It took Patrick an hour to interview Hermione than he went to make sure that the Grangers and David had left, so that there were no fights. Hermione and Ron waited for Molly to get all of Hermione's potions and papers to leave.
Arthur and Molly went in the fireplace first, then Hermione and Ron than finally Harry went back to the Burrow. As Harry stepped out of the fireplace into the all to familiar kitchen he found Dumbledore sitting at the table with the rest of the Weasleys. Molly gave Harry a quick hug before going back to the stove to finish making the tea.
Harry walked over and sat down next to Dumbledore. Hermione looked a little better there was a cup in front of her it smelled familiar like the Draught of Peace.
Arthur had filled Harry in on what exactly was going on at St. Mungo's but Harry still had questions. He still wanted to talk to Ron about what he had seen in the bathroom, he decided he would wait till later on to talk to Ron about the cutting.
The whole day was bothering him. When he woke up this morning it was a normal day at the Dursley's, he was no to come out of his room till he was to do his chores, but than it all changed. Something happened with his best friends, Hermione was raped and Ron cut himself.
How could he had never seen any of this. Harry was torn between anger at himself and anger at the world. He wanted to shout and cuss and hit something anything. His mind was reeling, control himself to be quiet and let the events with Hermione's parents sink in with everyone in the Burrow.
"Here Harry dear drink some tea. I will have some dinner up in just a jiffy." Mrs. Weasley bustled around like always when she was upset and needed a distraction.
Dumbledore sat in silence for a long time and stared around the room, watching everyone. Hermione and Ron Holding each other drinking their Draughts of Peace, Mr. Weasley inspecting a muggle plug trying to figure out how to make it work, Mrs. Weasley cooking, and Harry staring at his lap sipping on his tea.
"Molly, where are the other children?" Dumbledore spoke.
"Yes I almost forgot, I need to send Errol to them. Harry dear will you please Go get Errol and some parchment please? I sent them to Australia to give Hermione some privacy. They will be happy to return home." Molly Answered, Harry got up, went to the living room and got the parchment and Errol. Arthur took the parchment and quill, and began his letter.
"Dear Children,
You may come home now. Please do not bombard Hermione with questions. It has been a long hard day for all of us. You may talk with your mother and I after Hermione goes to sleep. I am sure Bill has filled you in on what had happened to Hermione. She will need all of your support and understanding. She will be staying with us for the rest of summer, please let her gather her thoughts and then if she wants to she can talk to you on her own.
Love,
Your Father, Arthur Weasley"
He tied the scroll to Errol and took him to the window. The family watched as Errol flew off into the dusk sky. They would expect the children soon so Molly worked harder on the dinner, to get it done in time for them.
The only sounds in the kitchen was Molly's pans clanging against each other and every now and then a heavy sigh from someone at the table.
"What am I going to tell them Ron? How do I tell them about what happened? How do I explain this cut on my neck?" Hermione's voice broke the silence, there was a slight tremble behind it.
Ron looked to his parents and Dumbledore pleading for help. He had no idea how to answer the questions, this was what he was scared about her asking questions and him having no answers. Dumbledore spoke up first.
"Hermione my love, you tell them the truth and you tell them only as much as you want to. They all love you and nothing will ever change that." Dumbledore spoke so softly, so gentle, he calmed the whole room down with the sound of his voice.
Harry watched the kitchen door intently waiting for the others to come home. He needed the others, he needed them to be there with him. Harry had never been through something like this before.
He might have been able to fight the darkest most powerful wizard ever but he did not know if he could handle the feeling he had right now. He felt helpless and useless, he had no idea how to react or what to say or do.
Was he supposed to talk to Hermione about what happened? Act as if it never happened? Kill David, hurt her mother?
Just then they all heard several loud pops, they were home. Hermione shook more, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked a little happier and less tense, Ron kept holding onto Hermione and never took his eyes off of her, Dumbledore looked no different, But Harry was elated.
The knob to the door shook and rattled, Arthur stood up and went to the door with Dumbledore behind him their wands at the ready. You could never be too sure in the wizarding world these days.
"Who is there? Idenify yourself!" Arthur shouted.
"It's Bill, your eldest son. I work in Gringotts I am in love with Fleur Delacour. Damn it father let us in. It is your children, come on." Bill whined. But he knew his father would never drop it.
"Identify yourself" he said more affirmative.
"Oh Arthur move over, let the children in." She pushed her husband aside and let the children in the house. They piled in and stood in awkward silence.
Hermione silently letting her tears fall on Ron's arms nobody knowing what to say. The silence continued till Hermione looked up at the Weasley children, Ginny weeping in Fred's arms and George wiping at the stray tears falling down his cheeks. Bill moved forward a foot and stopped, still unsure of the atmosphere.
Hermione looked back at Ron than back to his siblings, She cleared her throat and straightened up
"Did you all have fun in Australia?" she waited for an answer with a smile on her face, no one answered.
She looked at Ron again and he nodded his head. "I'm ok guys. I will be fine. I promise." she reassured them.
Charlie looked up and uncrossed his arms, he put a hand on Ginny's back and gently pushed her towards Hermione. She looked up at Hermione's smile and ran to her the two girls held each other and cried.
Bill went to his mother side and put his arms around her watching his sister's, Fred put a comforting arm around George letting him cry all the while Fred was holding back his own. Charlie patted his youngest brother, Ron on the back while Harry stood next to Mr. Weasley.
Bill had told his brothers and sister about what had happened to Hermione, None of them knew anything of today. They all thought long and hard, thinking back to last school term no signs that Hermione had been hurt, she hid it really well. They could not understand why a woman like Hermione, smart, beautiful, powerful and kind could not have said anything.
For almost two years David had been hurting her, not only physically but emotionally tearing her down, telling her she was no good and stupid and so ugly that nobody would ever want her. Hermione was the perfect wizard and muggle, she was learning fast the charms and ways of the wizarding world, but she also would help anyone who asked for it, no matter the problem. They were almost sure that if Draco Malfoy came to her and asked for help with something, she would help him no matter how many times her had hurt her.
It angered them, why Hermione? How could this happen to their Hermione? She did not deserve the pain that this has caused her, she does not deserve the nightmares and insecurity she was bound to have. She did not deserve this at all, she was the best person in this room and Merlin let his happen to her, God let this happen to her. It was so unfair, she was just a child.
Each Weasley child took their turn holding Hermione and crying with her, telling her how much they loved her and would always protect her.
A strong smoke smell came to Harry's nose but not wanting to disturb the scene before him he nudged Mr. Weasley pointing to the stove and the smoke coming from the pans.
"Oh my goodness Molly the dinner!!" Arthur shouted, everyone turned their attention to the stove.
Molly squealed and ran with her wand shooting water from the end. Everyone stood their watching Molly making sure the fire was under control, Hermione burst out with laughter.
Everyone looked at her, wide eyed and wondering if she might have gone insane. Her fit of giggles turned into hysterical laughter, she doubled over from laughing so hard,
"Mr… Weasley's…your… face…oh…I'm…sorry…it was just…so…" The whole Weasley clan began laughing, they could see their father's face and hear his high pitched voice over and over again. It lightened the mood and they were all grateful for it.
"Molly my dear child, why don't you let me be your host tonight at Hogwarts. We can have a feast fit for kings and queens." Dumbledore chuckled.
Molly agreed to the invitation and waved her wand over the stove and the pans were cleaned and put themselves away. The Weasleys along with Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore walked past the Burrow together laughing and smiling and apperated to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a feast they would always remember.
So I hope this Chapter was ok, I know Ron Cutting was a little out of the blue. Ron Has to cutt to stay strong, to banish his feeling so he can focus on Hermione. I hope that makes sense.
I uploaded this chapter eairlier adn i forgot the disclaimer and everything...I even forgot to send it to my beautiful Beta. Sorry.
Please Review, Also I am most likly going to end this story and my other one in a few more chapters. Meanwhile please my beautiful amazing readers, my brain is in complete shutdown creative mode...so if you can think up some stories you would like to see...sad...scary...mad...lovey dovey...whatever please pm or email me. thanks
Love always
Maggie
