A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
Warning : Ron Bashing!
Never even made a sound as he wrapped his hand around hers, as he apparated with her into the night. She didn't know what danger was, never had felt fear, real fear before. He smiled. His little Rose, the one who had ruined his life, the one who had cost him everything. She was supposed to be his heir, but no, she'd fucked that up being born a girl. There should have been another chance, but she'd destroyed that as well. Another pregnancy could kill Hermione, she wasn't going to bear him his heir, all because of Rose.
There was a moment when her big brown eyes went wide, her mouth formed a circle as a scream finally found its way out of her mouth. She'd seemed to realize something was wrong, something wasn't right, that Daddy wasn't playing games this time.
If Rose was gone, there was nothing left to chain him to Hermione, sure, he could just let her take the girl, divorce him, but she didn't want a divorce, claiming she loved him. He laughed at that. If she loved him as much as she said, she'd carry his heir even if it cost her her life. Rose let out a scream, one that seemed to echo through the air, one that Ron felt in his bones, a banshee scream.
He stared at his daughter, at her brown eyes shimmering with tears, at the look on her freckled face. There was something about her, something different, something that sent a chill down his spine. There had been stories about creatures marrying, mating with humans. He'd never thought it would be in his family bloodline, but the girl standing in front of him, her hair forming a halo around her head, her feet firmly planted on the ground as she let out another scream, could not fully be human.
He barely had time to entertain the brief notion that maybe Hermione had cheated on him, that he wasn't Rose's father before she screamed, this time he heard footsteps running towards them, this time he felt something his chest sending him crashing to the ground. Soft words reassuring Rose, someone yelling at him for attacking the creature child he'd apparently helped create.
He was yanked to his feet, cuffs on his wrists. He could feel his magic draining. Rose being led away, looking completely human as Hermione scooped her into her arms. He started to protest, claim he wasn't going to hurt her, that it was all a misunderstanding, that she was a banshee, but the words died on his lips as he was apparated away to sit in a holding cell until they could put him on trial for what he'd done, apparently taking Rose, despite her being his, was seen as kidnapping, and once they found out why she'd been screaming, well, it would be over.
On the plus side, he might finally be rid of Hermione and the creature spawn they'd created. The banshee blood had to be from her side somehow, didn't it? He'd find another witch, one that would give him an heir, one that would give him everything he wanted. He smiled slightly at that as the door locked behind him.