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Ron waited outside a house in London, an apartment. He had followed a woman from a café next to the alleyway right after his strange encounter and finding out that his wife as well as his daughter has been kidnapped. Hugo, his son, was now staying at his sister's home.

There was that strange woman with unimaginable magical powers that he was unfamiliar with. Seeing as she was also in league with his family's kidnappers, she was a good start.

He now followed that said woman to a flat in The Water Gardens in London. She was in different muggle clothing but he recognised her immediately. A black leather jacket, red scarf and black skin tight jeans were her choice of attire. But it was her face, her eyes that sparked a hatred towards her. She knew something and he needed to know what.

Ron watched as she made her way inside. Now was his time to move in.

-RESURRECT-

From Norfolk Rd he took out his wand, the night would help to mask some of his intentions and he was grateful. Under a grey hoodie, Ron hid his noticeably orange hair and face—another helpful tactic in becoming invisible or at the least untraceable for even his hoodie was not of any brand or make. He had fashioned it from the magic in his blood and wand. Leave no loose ends.

Now he moved into the apartment. He had seen the apartment keys that the woman had which came with the number "17", which was what door she lived in.

He ran up quickly but careful as not to make any sounds.

At last he reached his query, a brown painted door with the letter 17 in gold just above an eyepiece. Ron made sure not be get caught in its line of sight and stayed on the left hand side. At first he tried to listen in for any movement. There was none he could hear so she was not in the living room he was sure was on the other side of that wall.

The door was locked. Ron tried the unlocking spell that Hermione had taught him in their first year. A wave of memory came over him but as sudden as they appeared, he drove them back.

Ron slowly turned the handle and entered, he came to a shock as several blasts of energy hit the walls next to him, and instinctively Ron fired his own wave of attacks. The room lit up in colourful array of magic and energy, hitting things, smashing pots and creating holes in the walls around them.

'Wait, stop!' came a shout. Both Ron and the other assailant held back their attacks as a tall, lanky man with big ears, came in. 'Stop blowen holes in my house!'

'I knew there was something fishy going on,' Ron remarked holding his wand at whom he recognised as the young man who met with Bruce Wayne. Wayne said he was an ally but him being in the same house as his suspect was incriminating. 'Who are you, both of you and what the fuck is going on?!'

The man held out his hands in surrender and in a calming manner. 'Okay, Mr Weasley, but first lower your wand, please.'

Slowly his hand began to drop. Their fast beating hearts slowed down. 'Okay, now explain,' Ron demanded.

'Our full story is a bit complicated and long and to be honest are not relevant but all you need to know is that we have both lived a long and tiring life,' began the man. 'It was true that Mor—Katie here was in contact with your family's kidnappers but she knew nothing else—'

Katie growled in impatience, 'I'm a mercenary or hired-gun if you will and I was paid to give you all a little show, and relay a message which I harmlessly did.'

'Katie is not their kidnapper but Ron, I know who is. Wayne and I opened up some old files while you were trailing Katie and we found something interesting…a witness—an attack on a wizard a few days before the London Car-park assignment. The wizard was left unconscious but alive, he said he was able to rip off the attacker's Death Eater mask and even gave your department a description.' Ron listened closely as the man before him laid a yellow folder on his lap. 'We received partial finger prints from the house and the raid in London a few days ago. They matched on all accounts.' It was getting even more curious, he and Harry were top of their department now, why is it that he had never received such reports?

'I never received this file.'

'No, it was intercepted by British Intelligence and was supposed to be analysed by them first then given straight to you,' the man shook his head exasperatedly. 'Guess they were a little late. This file had arrived at your office only a few minutes after you left.' He pointed at the file which had a picture of a suspect sketch up of the woman. 'Suspect is around thirty-seven years of age, human pure-blood, Caucasian, dark blond hair, brown eyes and scars running across her face.'

Ron was transfixed with the sketch on the table and after some more examining his face lit up with not just recognition but…confused terror? 'I know her. She attended Hogwarts with me, Gryffindor. She was the woman I talked to and apprehended in London two days ago?'

The young man confirmed it. 'How do you know her?'

'But it can't be…'

-O-

Hermione shuffled uncomfortable in her seat, bound like a convict in chains. Her captors surrounded her with mystery. Where was she?

Who were they?

Her, Harry and Ron were War Heroes for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort and had known that there were still some who still supported what Voldemort stood for but all this seemed strange. 'What's your play?' Hermione asked the leader as she circled around her. 'I know this isn't about the fact that I'm muggleborn—because if it were you would have killed me and my daughter on sight. No plan needed. Kill us then draw Ron here and kill him, but you're not. This can't be a political reason either seeing as kidnapping me would not change much about the new laws about to be implemented. It may even harden their resolve and I'm sure you'd know that.'

'Oh clever Know-it-all Granger, always the brightest of witches, but you don't need an OWL or NEWT to figure that out. Though I had thought by now you could have recognised me by my voice—living in the same room for seven years.'

Hermione looked suspiciously at her, trying to decode her twists of riddling words. She kept calling her 'Granger' as if she wasn't married. Maybe repressing or refusing to believe that she married Ron?

Perhaps she is obsessive?

Maybe—

'Take a guess, Granger?' she snarled, challengingly.

'Perhaps you're one of Ron's old girlfriends but I don't know anyone obsessive enough to kidnap his family…come to think of it, there has only been one person he has ever gone out with and that can't be possible because she's—'

'Dead?' the woman finished for her. Then she took hold of the mask she wore and slowly she removed it. Slowly her face left the shadows and Hermione gasped at the face.

'Lav…'

-O-

Ron read the file then read it again to be sure, 'Lavender Brown?' That couldn't be. She was dead, he saw her die himself, fell at the final battle with Voldemort. 'How'd this happen?'

'Judging by some speculation on mine, Katie's, your department and Bruce Wayne—she was infected before she was supposedly killed.' The young man informed him but he refused to believe it.

'But she died…I saw her die myself, I even helped her family bury her…'

-O-

When Hermione saw her face she was close to screams. It was Lavender Brown, Ron's ex-girlfriend Lavender Brown but this version had great big scars across her once beautiful face and neck. Her eyes told of sleepless nights and a hard life. Though standing there with a grin, Hermione could tell she was saddened- no, more than that...she looked tortured.

But she died?

'Remember me now?' she smirked, setting her mask down on a table.

Hermione couldn't believe it. 'But you…you were killed during the war.'

'Ah yes, my death—well, let me explain it to you, Granger.' Lavender dropped her mask completely and took a chair from the shadows to sit on opposite her. 'When I was attacked by the werewolf Greyback during the "Battle of Hogwarts" as they so lightly call it, I really was dead but my slow slip into death had given the Werewolf Curse enough time to infect me completely and since werewolves begin a life anew, I was brought back to living.'

'But we buried you—'

At this Lavender laughed out wickedly. 'You think that'll stop me? I didn't wake up until my coffin was completely buried so when I opened my eyes to total darkness, my panic had me dig my way out, destroyed that infernal coffin and I punched until I got to the surface.'

Hermione didn't know whether to be afraid or happy that she was alive. Her decisions made for the former as she remembered that this woman kidnapped and was holding her daughter as well as herself prisoners. 'What do you want, Lav?'

Lavender stood up and continued again to circle her. 'Do you know how hard it is for a werewolf to live in this world? It's bloody difficult, near to impossible, and I hate it.'

Hermione suddenly had some sympathy for her, understanding her stand in this she offered, 'I am currently running a campaign to give you and other magical creatures—'

Then out of nowhere Lavender snapped, 'I AM NOT A CREATURE!' she roared with a hint of the werewolf in her voice. 'I AM STILL A HUMAN BEING AND A WITCH, A GRYFFINDOR!' she slammed her hands on either side of Hermione's shoulders. Searching her eyes for understanding but at the same time appearing like she didn't care. 'I am not some animal, some monster that has to be leashed, I am a person the same as I was before the war, before everything became complicated!'

'I…I, I know Lavender and I'm sorry, I meant no offence—'

'Ow, spare me your fake signs of respect and etiquette, Granger.' Lavender began to move around her prisoner, circling her again. 'I spent years trying to fit in again, but being infected in adolescence and being infected closer to a baby like Professor Lupin, are completely different. I now have two sets of mind and they keep screaming at me!'

'So what do you want to do about it?'

Lavender smiled at her, 'I am alone here and in need of comfort, I had that once, in my sixth year at Hogwarts…and you took that away from me, Granger!' her smile became an angry frown directed at Hermione and she knew exactly what she meant.

'If you think that I am going to let you anywhere near Ron, I'll—'

'Oh, shut it, Hermione, you know, you and I were never different in school and now…we both talk a lot.' Hermione could feel Lavender's growing impatience and anger, she suspected that she was now on thin ice between living and getting the killing curse she was sure was hanging on Lav's mind. 'I was in love with him, Hermione, beyond words. He told me I was the first person to ever show that kind of affection to him. I made him feel wanted and if anyone could know how I feel now, he would.'

'Lav, I know how you felt, how you feel—'

'Hermione, you were sought out for by several handsome Quidditch players during Hogwarts, suspected to be the love interest of the Boy-Who-Lived and Chosen One. After you became Potter's and Ron's best friend, the entire school became yours, well excluding Slytherin.

'I am a bloody werewolf and it turns out I can't even control my rage in that fucking state! Ron was ignored for years, living in shadows, he'll understand my anger.' There was a little hint of desperation in her voice and Hermione could not help but feel pity for her former roommate. But now, Hermione Weasley was beginning to ponder on something, she was beginning to understand what Ron was on about when he talked on taking the job offered by Bruce Wayne. 'I see your lives and they are happy, so why can't I have that?!'

'Lavender, you can be happy and it does not have to be with Ron—'

'Oh, you'd want that wouldn't you, Granger, to have Ron all to yourself now that you realise that you could and nothing is stopping you. Well guess what, nothing's holding me back either!' she then slapped Hermione across the face with the back of her hand degradingly.

Finding it hard to breath after the strike, Hermione turned to face her with a challenging smirk. 'You're forgetting one thing—Ron's my husband now, he's my knight, my hero and you can never take him away from me.'

Lavender grew a smirk matching her own, 'I wouldn't count on that to last, you see, I need a mate and I guess he'll have to do. You see, I have laced this building with very intense Love Potions—you can thank Professor Slughorn for that,'

'And how do you intend for him to drink it? Love potion can only take effect through consumption.'

'Clever Granger, but I have a Check—he enters this place sets off the traps and gets soaked in the brew, all it takes is a drop of Love Potion that travels down his temple and nose, dismissing it as sweat and he'll let it in to save annoyance.'

She felt some semblance of satisfaction in watching Hermione's face grow grim at her master plot to have Ron as her own, maybe forever and maybe something beautiful could come of it? She thought. After all, Tom Riddle's mother had his father under a Love Potion influence up until she gave birth to their little monster.

'Check…'

-O-

Ron did not know how to process this new information. His old girlfriend was holding his wife and daughter hostage or even bait for him. The information of her resurrection was even more unbelievable. She was a werewolf now and the young man told him of Lavender's new title as the 'Alpha' wolf of a new pack of Werewolf terrorists working to secure 'their freedom'.

'You're in a dangerous game now, Mr Weasley,' Katie commented.

Ron kept an uncertain smile on his face as he answered her back, 'Dangerous? Boy you should have been there when Hermione first found out I was dating Lavender.'

She smiled knowingly at him. 'You loved her?'

Ron looked at her questioning, 'My wife? Yes.'

'No I meant before, did you love Lavender, your ex-girlfriend, back at Hogwarts?'

Ron had to sigh as he contemplated. 'Well...I felt the same as any who finally finds someone that is willing to care and love them despite it being irrational, to find someone that could love you when no other would. Finally I knew what it felt like to be loved.' Ron after making himself a cup of coffee had begun to finish it and he made his way to the door with the last word, 'I felt grateful, Katie.'

-O-

Author's Note: Any thoughts? Please review, it does help me and I'm not just talking about appraisals please, I need you to tell me if you see grammar errors, Spelling (Bear in mind that I am an Australian so my Grammar and spelling maybe different in comparison to yours') mistakes and maybe some character flaws. Molto grazie.