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Mistake

"Upstairs now, both of you!" Kingsley's voice thundered through the hallway as he pointed to Ron and Pansy. "Minerva you too."

Ron knew it was his fault that Kingsley had gotten so worked up. He also knew deep down, he didn't have the right to demand what he had but he had to make the effort for Pansy's sake. The amount of guilt that he saw in her eyes at just the thought of Smith being executed for what he did to her, tore at his heart strings. No doubt, he was confused at the evaporation of the anger he had seen when he had pulled her off him in the library but this wasn't the time nor the place to bring it up.

Following the Minister up the stairs, Ron thought he was going to have to carry Pansy as much as he was dragging her up the stairs behind Kingsley and the Headmistress.

They had barely entered the room when Kingsley spun on them and angrily said, "You have no right to obstruct this investigation, . The law is the law, especially with Guardians."

Ron found himself not ready to give up the fight yet and retorted, "You'd be the last person I thought would lecture me about what's right and what's wrong in terms of black and white Kingsley. A little case regarding Sirius Black comes to mind. I'll have you know that I'm not some foolish, naive boy anymore and you would be greatly mistaken, if you think I'm going to stand idly by and let you brow beat me into submission in order to harass my wife who has been through enough this year."

"Ron, I hate to inform you but it is black and white when it comes to Guardians though the laws haven't actually been applied to any case in five-hundred years."

"And you would never have known if she wasn't tired of hiding. Smith didn't know when he attacked her. No one knew."

"So when did you find out?"

"The day we got married."

Kingsley face flooded with confusion before turning to Pansy and asking, "When did you learn you were a Guardian?"

"The day we got married," she whispered, clinging tighter to Ron.

"Excuse me?" Kingsley and the Headmistress shouted at the same time. Headmistress McGonagall continued, "How could you not have known?"

Carefully and timidly, Pansy responded, "I've known about the marks all my life but I was under strict orders to hide them by my nanny until a Weasley asked to see my hands."

"And who asked you specifically?" Kingsley growled, his eyes containing that look that screamed heads were going to roll once he got to the bottom of this.

Ron retorted, "My father did."

"And how did he know?" Kingsley's voice becoming increasingly sinister.

Ron didn't have a chance to respond before Pansy spoke up softly, "Because of a prophesy Minister. Ron's grandfather was told that the longed for daughter would sacrifice her own blood for her chosen blood."

"And what does that have to do with you Mrs. Weasley?" Kingsley asked, clearly confused by Pansy's statement.

Barely louder than a whisper, Pansy said, "Because I killed Callum to save Charlie Weasley."

Ron watched as every ounce of air escaped both the Minister and the Headmistress while the Minister proceeded to collapse against the desk and the Headmistress into her chair.

Shaking his head, Kingsley softly said, "I knew Herrod's and Lucius' explanation was too clean. What happened to Finny that night Pansy?"

"Callum killed him," she whispered.

"Herrod didn't say anything about Charlie being there."

"He didn't know," Pansy replied. "I got Charlie out of there before they arrived."

"And Lucius?"

"He just saved me Minister."

A heavy silence fell over the office while both adults rubbed their faces and sighed. Ron wasn't sure how long he stood there holding onto Pansy while they waited from some verbal response from either one of the adults.

Finally, the Headmistress said with a heavy sight, "Go to your quarters. I'll be up there shortly."

"As will I," Kingsley added as soon as the pair reached the top step that would lead them out of the office.