Fate

by TheTrueSpartan

When Ron discovers that he can see the future, his entire fate is thrown off of its course. A story about adventure, friendship, growing up, and pushing forward through hardships. This story will get darker as it progresses, just like the original Harry Potter novels. It will cover all Seven Years of Hogwarts, but mostly from Ron's perspective. No Mary Sues, no Character bashing.

111. Chapter 111 -The Case of Pansy Parkinson

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 111 is finished! I hope you're all safe from the pandemic, and are keeping yourselves busy. I personally am not dealing to well with this isolation shit... Had to move back to my parents', constantly worried for their old asses, plus everything is shut down. Goddamn COVID-19!

Please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not intend to make any money off of this. Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling , and I take no credit of it whatsoever.

I was also inspired by Demon Eyes Laharl's: THE RED KNIGHT! and also from Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES! I hope you check them out as well because they are genuinely very good stories.

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'Festering fear consumes the mind' - The Ancestor from Darkest Dungeon

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Fate

Chapter 111 – The Case of Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Evening)

"It's very beautiful here," Andromeda said as she sat down beside him. "Don't you think so, Draco?"

Draco looked to the orchard, and the setting sun gave it an orange glow that seemed otherworldly. It was quite cold due to the recent rain, but the smell of wet earth more than made up for it. Draco couldn't deny that the Burrow, a place that he had openly mocked more than once, was beautiful. Not as beautiful as his Manor, but still beautiful. Or rather, the Burrow's surroundings are beautiful. The house itself could use a lot of work.

"You were going to tell me everything," Draco reminded her, and she gave him a soft smile. "What is it?" Why are you smiling at me like that?

"I've waited so long to meet you," Andromeda replied, and Draco just stared at her. "I don't love my sisters… But being an Aunt means something to me. When I first learned that you were born, I desperately wished to see you. Just to see what Narcissa's son looked like."

"And?" Draco asked.

"You're very handsome," she smiled more widely, and Draco gave her a slow nod.

"You're not how I imagined you to be," Draco decided to confess.

"And what did you imagine me to be?" Andromeda asked in her smooth voice.

"A fool," Draco replied bluntly, but much to his surprise, Andromeda laughed. "It's just… Mother told me about you once or twice… She painted you as a Blood-Traitor, one who betrayed her Family in its time of need. I thought that you'd be more… temperamental…"

"The only Black sister who is temperamental is Bellatrix," Andromeda said, her posture was immaculate. "Narcissa was always the well behaved one, but she too could get riled up when she felt like she was being left out. As for me… I often struggled to meet the expectations of my parents, and so, I stayed quiet more often than not."

"Tell me more," Draco turned a little towards her. "Please."

Andromeda went to continue, but someone suddenly burst out into the backyard. Draco and Andromeda looked over to see Weasley looking around, and when his eyes landed on Draco, his shoulders relaxed. I'm perfectly fine, you damn worrywart.

"Pardon my intrusion," Weasley said, his eyes meeting Draco's.

Draco gave him a subtle nod, and Weasley left without another word.

"Siri mentioned that Ronald was looking after you," Andromeda said calmly. "I see that he takes his responsibilities quite seriously."

"Too seriously," Draco felt oddly embarrassed. "Don't let him distract you. Please, go on."

"Of course," she gave him a pleasant smile. "Truth be told, my upbringing was quite similar to yours, so I feel like I can skip all of that."

"Very well," Draco gave an attentive nod.

"The trouble began in my fifth year," Andromeda said. "My father, Cygnus Black, offered my hand in marriage to Corban Yaxley, who was five years my senior. I had, of course, heard of the man. At the time, he was a successful businessman, and despite not knowing him, I felt excited at the prospect of meeting my 'Future Husband'. But when the moment of truth came, I found myself repulsed by his coldness. He simply saw our marriage as part of a deal that my father had with him, and I knew that he'd never love me. That's when I fully began to reject my Family's teachings."

"You had doubts beforehand?" Draco interrupted.

"I did," Andromeda freely admitted. "It was the small things, Draco… Seeing my father strike my mother whenever she spoke out of turn, seeing my entire Family abuse our House-Elves, watching my younger sister spit on a Muggle-Born boy in her class…" Mother spat on some boy? "My mother and father called my empathy weakness, and for a time, I believed them. I tried to be what they wanted, but I couldn't do it in the end. I couldn't bring myself to hate people whom I had never met, nor could I stomach the thought of being beaten by my future husband. Slowly, I began to distance myself from my Family."

"And after Corban Yaxley, you walked away?" Draco asked.

"Not quite," she replied. "I told my father that I didn't want to marry Corban Yaxley, and he was outraged… He threatened to disown me, but I held my ground. Enraged by my defiance, my father beat me in front of my sisters."

Draco shifted in his spot uncomfortably, but he said nothing.

"Bellatrix enjoyed watching me be disciplined, while Narcissa, ever so cold, showed no emotion whatsoever," Andromeda went on, her voice was devoid of any sorrow. "When we returned to Hogwarts, Narcissa told her friends about my affairs. It didn't take long for word to spread, and within a couple of weeks, I found myself isolated. Cygnus Black was a powerful man, and with a Great War looming ever closer, many had already chosen their sides. I was alone, and so very afraid."

"And that is when I met him," Andromeda suddenly smiled. "Edward Tonks, a Hufflepuff seventh year. Late one night, he found me crying alone in a classroom. He was a Prefect, you see, and instead of telling me to return to my dormitory, he offered me a Chocolate Frog from his robes. I was… baffled…"

"Baffled?" Draco asked. "He sounds like the perfect Hufflepuff stereotype to me."

"At the time, there was brutal animosity between the Houses," Andromeda explained. "Rumors of a powerful wizard were everywhere, and many were flocking to his cause."

"The Dark Lord…" Draco swallowed thickly; even thinking of the notorious wizard scared him a little.

"He was recruiting Slytherins from the shadows, but for what, no one knew for certain," Andromeda said. "Well, everyone knew… But no one could do anything to stop him. He was a ghost. Most of the World didn't think much of him back then, but it was said that once you spoke to him, you came to worship him. My mother and father spoke to him, and I promise you, they were never the same. They were full of vigor, but at the same time, they were deathly afraid."

"Did you ever meet him?" Draco interrupted, and then he quickly bit his cheek. "I'm sorry for interrupting… I'll just listen."

"I never met him, but I was still terrified of him," Andromeda didn't look offended whatsoever. "Suffice it to say, Slytherin House was not very popular back in my day." We're still not popular. "Don't get me wrong, we deserved much of the hate that we received. After all, my Housemates were so emboldened by the Dark Lord's cause that they openly threatened to hurt Muggle-Borns… But not all of us thought like that… Anyway, I expected this Muggle-Born Prefect to look at my green robes, and be nothing but vindictive, but he was anything but. He was kind, and he spoke softly to me. He asked me why I was crying alone, and although I refused to tell him, he remained patient with me."

"That night marked the start of our nightly meetings," Andromeda smiled nostalgically. "I had no friends during the day, but at night, I had a kind and funny boy who made me laugh and helped me with my homework. I fell head over heels for him, and being a Black, I confessed to him resolutely. He felt the same way, and we promised to find each other after I graduated."

"You must've known what that really meant, right?" Draco asked. "You'd be burned off of the Black Wall… You'd be disgraced…"

"I did know, but I wasn't afraid anymore," Andromeda replied.

"Why?" Draco couldn't fathom her logic.

"You've never been in love, have you?" she smiled, and Draco blinked at her. "I was so alone, and then, I wasn't. I couldn't stop thinking of him, and when he left Hogwarts, we stayed in touch via owls. Every morning, I'd run to the Owlery in order to look for his owl, and whenever I saw it, I'd read his letters right then and there. He was everything to me, and those letters made me feel like I mattered to someone."

"You never made friends after…" Draco trailed off.

"I tried, but like I said earlier, I couldn't fit in," Andromeda replied. "After Teddy, I couldn't stomach the thought of hurting others like him. If anything, I felt the urge to protect the scared children who had traveled so far from home in order to study Magic."

"Scared?" Draco asked, and then he realized her meaning. "The Great War…"

"By the time I graduated, it was upon us," Andromeda said calmly. "People were going missing in the night, and dead Muggle-Borns were turning up by the dozens. The Ministry tried to keep everything under control, but it was impossible. Every time I read the Daily Prophet, my heart would ache from fear. The day after I graduated, I met my Teddy again. I snuck out of the house in the dead of night, and we found each other in Muggle London. Do you know what he did when he saw me?" Do I want to know? "He asked if I was safe from the war… People like him were dying all over England, but his only fear was that I was being mistreated by my Family."

"We spent half a year meeting in secret, but eventually, my mother caught onto my nightly disappearances," Andromeda continued. "Once again, I was beaten by my father, and this time, he vowed to kill me if I continued to defy him."

"Kill you?" Draco couldn't help but ask.

"He was afraid, Draco," Andromeda said in understanding. "His Master was not one to forget, or forgive… They were all terrified of him, even those who worshiped him."

"How did you end up marrying Edward Tonks?" Draco asked.

"I packed my essentials, stole the ring on your hand, and made my escape," Andromeda replied. "And I never looked back."

"Where does my mother fit into all of this?" Draco asked.

"A year after my marriage, I received a letter from Narcissa," Andromeda replied, and Draco leaned closer. "In the letter, she told me that she needed my help-"

"Help?" Draco interrupted, and Andromeda gave him a soft smile. "Sorry…"

"At first, I was skeptical, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt the urge to help her," Andromeda went on. "She wished to escape her life, just as I had, and despite Teddy's warnings, I contacted my little sister. We arranged to meet in Muggle London, but when Teddy and I got there, Narcissa was nowhere to be found. Instead, my elder sister met us… Bellatrix."

"This doesn't make any sense…" Draco shook his head. "My mother loves my father more than anything. Well, almost anything." I'm the one person who my mother loves beyond all else, she's told me so herself.

"I didn't know that," Andromeda said. "I saw her handwriting, and I read her desperate words… I was consumed with the need to protect my little sister, but she had set me up."

Draco felt the urge to call his Aunt a liar, but her calm and collected tone told him that she was telling the truth.

"Teddy was their real target," Andromeda said. "I was simply there to watch him die. From what Bellatrix told me, Narcissa had promised the Dark Lord a death. It was… an initiation of sorts… A way for him to make sure that those who followed him were loyal."

"How do I know that you're telling the truth?" Draco asked, unable to hide some of his bitterness.

"I still have her letter," Andromeda replied, and Draco's stomach tightened. "I know this is hard for you, Draco. She is your mother, and judging by your loyalty to her, I can tell that she is a good mother to you. But the truth is the truth, whether it stings or not. My little sister offered my husband's life to a monster, and if it hadn't been for the Order, we'd both be dead."

"The Order?" Draco all but whispered.

"Teddy, thank the Gods, didn't trust Narcissa whatsoever," Andromeda explained. "He turned to the only person worth turning to at the time… Albus Dumbledore. Unbeknownst to me, several Order members had followed Teddy and I from our house. Teddy had even insisted on walking there, but I was too preoccupied to question his motives. We barely made it out of there alive, and once we had, I was left heartbroken. What little love I had left for my sisters was now gone, and I vowed to protect my husband from them at all costs."

"You joined the Order?" Draco figured.

"Not quite," Andromeda replied. "Teddy and I offered our aid, of course, but neither of us were ready to fight on the frontlines. We joined one of the Order's safe houses, and we did whatever was needed of us."

"Wait…" Draco stopped her. "There's one part of your story that makes no sense… You said that my mother offered your husband's life to the Dark Lord, but he didn't die…"

"Draco, Teddy wasn't the only Muggle-Born out there," Andromeda said with a meaningful look, and Draco shifted in his spot again. She offered another… sacrifice?

He didn't know how he felt about that. He loved his mother more than he loved anyone else, but right now, he felt like he knew nothing about her. Would she really offer someone else's life for her beliefs? Draco knew the answer to that, and he couldn't avoid it even if he tried. Slowly, his hands found his face, and Draco released a shaky breath into his palms. Her own sister's husband, though? If this is true, then I don't know what to think anymore. All those lessons on how righteous our beliefs are, but she attempted to take away her own sister's husband. And Aunt Andromeda… She openly risked her life for mother, and treachery was her reward.

"Draco," came his Aunt's voice, and Draco pulled his hands away from his face.

She looked worried for him, but he found it difficult to meet her eyes. She sensed his shame, and much to his surprise, she slowly reached out for him. Once upon a time, he'd have slapped her hand away from him in disgust, but now, all he could do was tense a little. Her soft hand tentatively touched his cheek, and once she was certain that he wouldn't resist, she stroked his cheekbone with her thumb.

"Why did you want to meet me?" Draco all but whispered. "If mother really did betray you in such a manner… You should hate me…"

"You are not your mother, Draco," Andromeda replied, and Draco felt his throat tighten. "What happened between Narcissa and I has nothing to do with you. After all, you weren't even born yet."

"But I'm her son…" Draco muttered.

"There are only three people in the World whom I can call my Family," Andromeda smiled lovingly. "Siri, my daughter, and my husband… You can be the fourth, Draco. That's why I wanted to meet you. Family means everything to me, despite being 'disgraced'."

Draco once again averted his gaze, and when she pulled her hand away from his cheek, he found himself missing its warmth. She looks so much like mother… For a moment, I could pretend like it was her hand on my cheek…

"Teddy and I have been talking, and if you want, you can come stay with us for the remainder of the Break," Andromeda offered, and for the first time since meeting her, he heard uncertainty in her voice.

"Stay with you?" Draco looked at her.

"I would like to get to know you better, nephew," Andromeda smiled a little. "It's entirely up to you, but if you do decide to come with us, it would mean a lot to me."

"And your husband?" Draco couldn't help but ask.

"It was his idea," Andromeda's smile widened.

"It was?"

"Once you spend some time with him, you'll understand," Andromeda said. "He is still the very same man who stole my heart."

Draco looked down at his feet, and after drawing in a deep breath, he looked back to her.

"Where do you live?" he asked. "In Muggle London?"

"No, we live in Cornwall now," Andromeda replied, looking almost hopeful. Cornwall? So right at the bottom of England.

"Can… Can I have some time to think about it?" Draco asked.

"Of course," she smiled. "Take as much time as-"

She was cut off by the sound of people marching into the backyard, and they both looked to see the children heading towards the marquee. Most of them ignored Andromeda and Draco, with the exception of Weasley, whose pale blue eyes lingered on Andromeda.

"Does he always keep his eyes on you?" Andromeda asked.

"As much as I hate to admit it, he doesn't mean anything bad by it," Draco sighed out. "He can be… overprotective…"

"Overprotective?" she smiled an amused smile. "Well, it's good that you have a friend like him."

"He's not my-" Draco started harshly, but he quickly stopped himself. Control your emotions, Draco. "The others are helping set up… I should join them…"

"I understand," Andromeda stood up, and Draco followed suit. "We'll talk again soon, Draco."

Draco gave a nod, and then he left to go join the others. In truth, he didn't want to help set up… He just needed time to think, and since everyone his age ignored him, being around them was the most logical choice.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Evening)

His siblings, and the others, were eagerly using their wands for everything. The twins were mostly fucking around while the others set everything up, and Ron figured that they had missed their wands dearly. He was quite content right now, but at the same time, he could feel eyes on him.

His siblings had taken the news of his health much better than he had thought, and a part of him understood that he probably hadn't given them enough credit, but at the same time, he knew how worried they were. Percy had yet to speak a single word to anyone, Ginny kept shooting him unsubtle looks, and the twins lost some of their laughter whenever they saw him. Ron knew that he was on their mind, and the only reason why they weren't cornering him was because Bill and Charlie had ordered them not to.

"Stop staring off into space, and help us," Tracey said as she smacked his arse.

"If Daphne saw that, you're going to lose your hand," Ron smirked at her, and she quickly looked over to Daphne. She's too busy keeping an eye on Tori.

"Looks like I'll be keeping my hand," Tracey smiled at him. "Were you tensing, by the way? Your arse kind of hurt my hand."

"It's all muscle," Ron said rather smugly, and Tracey's smile turned into a grin.

"I'll have to try smacking it again," Tracey said. "Just to be sure."

"Mind if I ask where the sexual harassment is coming from?" Ron asked, and Tracey sniggered.

"It's only sexual harassment if you don't like it," Tracey teased, and then she studied his smile. "Yeah, you don't look very bothered to me."

"What's on your mind, Trace?" Ron asked, and her grin faltered. Yeah, something's definitely on her mind.

"You're way too serious," she suddenly blew raspberries, and Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Fine… I just noticed that Daphne's acting a little off ever since you two disappeared." Meeting the Squib children overwhelmed her. "You didn't fight, did you?"

"You're worried about her," Ron nodded in understanding.

"Not just her," Tracey said. "Look, I've spent all day being entertained by your odd antics, but truth be told, I…" she paused. "I was really scared for you."

Ron could see that she was feeling a little out of her element, and he decided to put his jokes aside for a moment. She usually doesn't take things seriously, but I can't forget that she's capable of worrying. If the same had happened to her, I'd be restless. Ron took her left hand with his gloved one, and he kissed her knuckles.

"I'm not hurt anymore, Tracey," Ron smiled, and she gave him a weak nod.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure," Ron replied.

"I'll hold you to that," Tracey looked a little relieved. "I love you."

"And I love you," Ron said affectionately, and she smiled at him.

"Theo's worried as well," Tracey whispered. "He says that blokes don't talk about their feelings, but if you could just say something to him, I'd really appreciate it. He doesn't want to worry you, I think."

"I'll talk to him," Ron promised, and then he let go of her hand.

"I should get back to work," Tracey shook her head clear. "Theo's out in the garden with Neville."

"Neville?" Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"Shut up," Tracey rolled her eyes as she sauntered off with a smile. Harry and Hermione are helping Bill with the chairs, so I wonder what Neville is doing in the garden with Theo.

His curiosity piqued, Ron made his way out of the marquee. He managed all of three steps outside before he heard someone follow him out.

"Are you leaving?" Fred asked, and Ron turned around to face him.

"Just heading to the garden in order to speak to Theo," Ron replied, and Fred nodded slowly.

"You sure that you're all right?" Fred asked. "I'm not trying to sound like a broken record, but you were just staring off into space just before…" I was observing the atmosphere.

"I was just thinking about dinner," Ron said. "I promise, I'm feeling much more like myself again."

"Okay," Fred said, and then he slowly headed back inside the marquee.

Ron drew in a deep breath, and then he restarted his journey. It took only a few seconds to enter the garden, and he quickly spotted Theo and Neville having an intense discussion about the state of the garden.

"The soil is fine, but the fertilizer used is subpar," Theo noted as he sniffed the dirt in his hand, and Ron grimaced a little. Is he smelling shit? Gross.

"You know, building a Greenhouse is quite cheap," Neville added. "If the Weasleys save up a little, they could double their produce."

"Ahem," Ron made himself known, and both boys quickly turned to face him. "Maybe you two ought to speak to mum about your ideas? She loves gardening."

"We wouldn't want to overstep," Neville said, while Theo cleaned the dirt from his hand.

"She's done a decent job with the resources she has," Theo said. "I reckon if you help her, she could easily grow all the food for your Family from this garden."

"One step at a time," Ron smiled at the fence around them. "Neville, mind if I steal Theo off of you?"

"Oh, no worries," Neville replied, and then he gave Theo a parting nod before walking off towards the marquee.

Once Neville was completely out of sight, Ron approached his skinny friend with a smile.

"What's on your mind, mate?" Theo asked, his eyes darting towards Ron's lips. "You're smiling a lot…"

"Is that a crime?" Ron chuckled.

"No, it's nice," Theo shrugged. "I just figured that with your siblings constantly following you around, you'd be far more tense."

"They're not hounding me like I thought they would," Ron said, and Theo looked at something behind him.

Ron shot a quick look back, and he spotted the twins having a conversation outside the marquee.

"They were watching you," Theo said, and Ron looked back forward. Merlin, even the twins are trying to be protective. I wonder how long they'll be able to hold back before they start ignoring Bill and Charlie's orders.

"I wonder how they'd react if I just started hiding," Ron said.

"I would advise you not to do that," Theo smirked. "Even Ginevra seems rather worried for you, so I can't even imagine how the rest of your siblings feel."

"You make it sound like Ginny hates me," Ron noted.

"Are you forgetting who healed your face before the Gala?" Theo asked. He's got a point there.

"She's… troubled…" Ron said, and Theo rolled his eyes.

"You really do let her walk all over you," Theo said, and Ron shrugged.

"At the end of the day, I will always look out for her," Ron admitted. My sister, my responsibility. "Anyway… I wanted to speak to you."

"About what?" Theo asked.

"I don't know how to start, so I'll just go ahead and say it," Ron replied. "I know you're worried about me, but I promise, Theo, I'm doing much better. I'm not in any pain."

"Fucking Tracey…" Theo sighed out. "Can't tell girls anything without them making mountains out of mole-hills."

"Are you worried?" Ron asked, and Theo gave a hesitant nod. "Then she did the right thing by telling me. You can always talk to me, brother, you know that."

"I know you don't like being hounded," Theo said uncomfortably. "Plus, I'm not really good at… this…"

"Neither am I," Ron said. "But still… I'd rather you hound me a little instead of worrying by your lonesome."

"Okay," Theo said, and then he looked Ron over. "You do look much better now, even I have to admit that. Just… Try and take it easy, yeah? I don't want to tell you what to do, but I also don't want to see you on that Potion again."

"I thought I was good company on that Potion," Ron said.

"You were hilarious, yes… But… You weren't you," Theo scratched the back of his neck. "I prefer you being you…" He's really not comfortable speaking about this, is he? Well, truth be told, neither am I. Not completely, anyway.

"I understand," Ron said, and Theo gave him a conclusive nod.

"Do we hug now?" Theo joked, clearly trying to lessen the awkwardness.

"We can, if you want," Ron smirked, and Theo gave him an odd look. I don't really mind hugging him. I mean, I've gotten used to physical contact with my friends because of how often the girls latch onto me.

"Some other time…" Theo shook his head clear. Wait… Did he want a hug? Is he embarrassed? "I'm going to go find Longbottom… We were discussing seasonal plants just before, and I reckon I could learn a thing or two from him."

"You two seem to be getting along well," Ron said.

"He's… not as bad as I thought he was," Theo shrugged. "If anything, he's quite relaxing to be around, you know?"

"He doesn't care much for House rivalry," Ron nodded his agreement. Anymore, that is. "Well, don't let me keep you. I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page."

"Just take it easy, mate," Theo patted Ron's arm, and then he walked off towards the marquee.

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Friday 25th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Night)

"Mind if I join you Ladies?" Ron asked as he stopped behind Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom, both of who were sitting away from the other adults.

The dinner had been going excellently for the most part, and the moment Ron had spotted Aunt Muriel and Lady Longbottom talking alone, he had decided to approach them. The other guests were enjoying their meals and conversations, but Ron's mind was fixed on more important matters. It was time to convince two more Families to join his coalition.

"Certainly, Ronald," Lady Longbottom gave a curt nod, while Muriel inspected his face.

Ron pulled up a nearby chair via Wandless, Non-Verbal Summoning Charm, and then he sat down with the old witches.

"How are you enjoying the night so far?" Ron asked.

"Spare us the boring pleasantries, boy," Muriel frowned a bit. "I've noticed you watching us like a hawk."

Lady Longbottom kept her eyes on Ron, who quickly decided to adapt to Aunt Muriel's demands. I can't let them think that I'm easily rattled. Lady Longbottom already knows that I'm capable, but Aunt Muriel is a far less forgiving individual.

"I was hoping to run an idea by you two," Ron straightened his back. "Lately, I've been thinking about what happened with the French-"

"The Half-Breeds, you mean," Muriel sneered. Don't smack her, Ron. She's a bitter hag, and you know that already. Focus.

"Muriel tells me that you were behind Poppy Abadie's incarceration," Lady Longbottom's lips quirked up for a moment. "Well? Is it true?"

"She crossed me, and I did what was necessary," Ron felt no guilt over Lady Abadie's fate. "The French are still in play, and the next time they plot against me, they'll think about Lady Abadie's situation."

"See, Augusta," Muriel said coldly. "The boy thinks that he's won already…"

"I have won," Ron said, but the two witches didn't look convinced. Should I let them in on the secret? No… Confessing to murder is foolish. They might be my allies right now, but Merlin knows that I've been betrayed before. No more risks. "And even if Lady Abadie is set free, I don't plan to let her plot against me. I have already begun making preparations against such a scenario."

"What preparations?" Muriel asked.

"By the time she gets set free, I'll have turned the French against her," Ron stated. "The French Ministry is already besmirching her reputation in order to look like the good guys, while her closest allies have turned on her for their own safety. As for Christina Couture, Abadie's most loyal follower, she is currently locked away in her parents' estate. Lady Abadie and her husband have no one left in their corner, whereas I have everyone. Well… Almost everyone."

"It sounds like you're about to arrive at your point," Muriel said. "Well? Go on."

"Corban Yaxley's interruption has given me a lot to think about," Ron said. "He defeated me, and as much as I hate to admit it, he did it rather spectacularly."

"You sound like he impressed you," Lady Longbottom cocked an eyebrow. Well, he did… He might be a Death-Eater dog, but he's an intelligent Death-Eater dog.

"He did… As did his allies," Ron said. "I have come to realize that I can't enter politics without powerful allies backing me up. I made the mistake of thinking that I could maneuver the Ministry as I maneuver Slytherin House, but that proved to be idiotic."

"What about your French allies?" Lady Longbottom asked.

"Trusting foreigners to do what's best for Britain was also not very smart," Ron admitted, and both witches gave him a nod. "I need British allies."

"Well, the Longbottom Family is forever your friend, Ronald," Lady Longbottom had not forgotten her promise. "We are eternal friends, are we not?" I love this woman.

"We are," Ron smiled, and then he looked to Muriel. "And we share Blood, Auntie. Can I rely on you as well?"

"Only if you elaborate on your plans," Muriel replied. "So far, you have done little to impress me." Really? I know the French fucked me over, and I lost to Yaxley, but still… I've done plenty of amazing things. Tough witch to please, isn't she?

"My plans are simple," Ron started. "There are Old Families in Magical Britain who have learned to become more tolerant of others, and in doing so, have helped create a place for new blood. Sadly, however, these Families are not as organized as their counterparts."

"You wish to create your own alliance?" Lady Longbottom looked quite interested all of a sudden.

"Corban Yaxley defeated me because he wasn't alone," Ron became dead serious. "He had the most powerful people in Britain by his side, and I understand now that I can't beat him without help. I am not invulnerable, nor do I have any experience in this game. But there are many out there that do, and they share my beliefs as well. It is only logical that we pool our resources, and come together."

"For what purpose?" Muriel asked.

"To control England," Ron replied bluntly. "Our enemies have ruled for long enough, and it's past time that they were knocked off of their perch. If we can all come together, and win… We could change how this country operates."

"Let me guess…" Muriel said dully. "You plan to turn Britain into a 'tolerant society'?" She's not like Lady Longbottom, or the Fawleys… She's more like Yaxley's lot. I need to be careful with this woman. She could fuck this all up for me.

"And what's so wrong with that?" Ron asked. "What's wrong with thinking about the wellbeing of others before your own?"

"This is idealistic chatter," Muriel said to Lady Longbottom, who simply watched Ron intently.

"Lady Longbottom…" Ron looked to the old witch. "I was eleven when I risked my life for your Grandson, and I didn't do it for a reward. I felt that he needed my help, and without a second thought, I found myself facing a Mountain Troll. I did what I did because Neville is my friend. That is what comes from thinking of others. If I had decided to save my own skin, or to not risk my life for a Gryffindor, he might have lost his life that night." He definitely would have. I still thank the Gods to this day that I made it there in time. My Cycle could've ended that fucking night.

"He speaks the truth, Muriel," Lady Longbottom looked to her friend. "If he had acted selfishly, I would have lost everything."

"Two powerful Families like yours could do a lot more for this World than I ever could," Ron said, though it stung to admit to such a thing. Don't let pride blind you, Ron. You've paid dearly for it in the past. "I have spoken to the Fawleys about this alliance of mine as well, and they have shown great interest in it."

"Have they?" Lady Longbottom asked, while Muriel looked curious.

"Why?" Muriel asked.

"Look around you, Auntie," Ron said. "Who do you see here?"

Muriel and Lady Longbottom subtly looked around the busy marquee, and then they looked back to Ron.

"Powerful individuals," Muriel said. "The richest man in Magical Europe, the last Black, Harry Potter, and far too many heirs."

"Even Draco Malfoy is here," Lady Longbottom said.

"They are my friends," Ron told them. "For the last three years, I've been doing my best to make them think like we do, and in complete honesty, many of them have changed so much in that time. But don't think that this is as far as my influence has spread… I own Slytherin House. When I speak, even the proudest heirs listen. I am in a unique position to influence the next generation, and I've been doing just that. This alliance that I'm proposing… It doesn't just end when we're gone. It will continue for centuries. I'll make damn sure of it."

Lady Longbottom exchanged an odd look with Aunt Muriel at that, and Ron decided to halt his prepared speech. Something's off… Lady Longbottom suddenly looks… conflicted…

"Ronald," Lady Longbottom looked back to him. "What you're suggesting is… bold, to say the least, but even still, I cannot deny the allure of creating such an alliance. It has never been done before, and if we do become as organized as our enemies, we stand a better chance at turning the tide."

"Augusta, stop beating around the bush," Muriel frowned, and then she looked into Ron's eyes. "Boy, you are ill, and we both know it." Fuck! No… Don't panic, Ron. You prepared for this. "I have told Augusta about your state during the day, and neither of us want a partner who will clock out when the going gets tough."

"Muriel…" Lady Longbottom looked a little displeased.

"He wants to create an alliance that will directly challenge the authority of all those who are in charge, which means that we could all be facing grave danger for years," Muriel held her ground. "I want to know about this illness of his, and how it will impact this alliance. It is only fair that he tells us everything before asking us to endanger our Bloodlines for his cause."

For a moment, Ron felt the urge to break Muriel's neck, but in the end, he decided that she wasn't wrong to want some assurances. I'd want the same thing in her shoes, wouldn't I? Damn… How much do I tell them?

"I am ill," Ron admitted, and both witches listened intently. "And I don't have much time left. Maybe a decade, if I'm really lucky."

"What is this illness that you have?" Lady Longbottom asked, and Ron was quite surprised by their composure. They both look unfazed… These old birds are tough; I'll give them that.

"Brain Damage caused by physical trauma," Ron replied, making sure that no one was listening in. "I'm sure that you've both heard about my coma…" They both nodded. "I attempted a Dark Spell, and it backfired on me. I was left… shattered…"

"Dark Spell?" Muriel asked. I can't throw the old man under the bus, not when the Order needs every recruit it can find. Just let go of your wants, Ron… Think about the grand scheme of things.

"I was arrogant, and foolish," Ron said, something which was actually true. I honestly thought I'd just slip past the defenses, destroy the Stone, and then leave without anyone being the wiser. Complete fucking idiot. "My foolishness has hurt far more people than myself, but I am resolved to keep moving forward. Until my body gives out, I will fight for what I believe in." I'll complete my Cycle.

"Let's say that we build this alliance of yours…" Muriel started; she still looked unfazed. "What then? Hm? You could pass away well before we accomplish anything of note, and it will all fall apart."

"It won't," Ron said. "I am not electing myself as the leader of this alliance… I am only thirteen, and like I said, I know now that I have no experience in this game. I want to bring together like-minded Families, and once that's done, we will work as a team. My passing will bring setbacks, of course, but none that would cripple the alliance."

A small part of him wasn't happy about his plan to just be a member, but Ron was doing his best with the cards that were dealt to him. It was foolish to want to lead a group of people into danger when one's time was limited, and even he understood that if he became leader and then died, the alliance wouldn't last long. This alliance had to be a democracy, or it would fall apart after his death.

"You have my sympathies, Ronald," Lady Longbottom said. "I can see that you have a clear understanding of your situation, and I will help you because of that." Thank the Gods… "Does my Grandson know about your illness?"

"He does," Ron replied.

"You told him yourself?" Lady Longbottom asked, and Ron shot a look towards Neville.

He was currently sitting with the Trio, all of them laughing loudly as the twins put on a comedy act. If I tell her the truth, she will drag him out of here for breaking her promise to me once again. Harry and Hermione were the primary culprits behind that whole mess, and I don't want to see Neville pay for that. What do I say?

"He learned the truth on his own, but upon my request, he chose to keep it all a secret," Ron finally spoke. "He has been a loyal friend to me." What you want doesn't matter, Ron… You're not as important as Harry and his friends… One day, Harry will lead the Order, and these people need to respect him. I can't afford to turn anyone against the Trio, even if I want to see some semblance of justice.

"I am glad to hear it," Lady Longbottom gave a semblance of a smile. "Which Families do you have in mind?"

"All the Families inside this marquee," Ron started. "The Fawleys, the Shafiqs, the Abbots, the Macmillans, the Shacklebolts, and Barty Crouch Snr."

"A strong force, then," Muriel finally looked a little convinced. "As you are my Blood, I have a duty to help you in this endeavor. The Prewett Family will stand by you."

Ron felt his shoulders relax; it was as if a great burden had been lifted.

---

One Hour Later

"Boy, escort me to the fireplace," Muriel barged into his conversation with Bill. She smells of sherry. Why do the adults always drink so much at these events? Even mum is slightly drunk right now.

"Of course, Auntie," Ron said, while Bill frowned at the old witch's rudeness. "Bill, can we continue this talk after I return?" I want to give you your cufflinks.

"Sure, Ron," Bill replied, his eyes fixed on Muriel.

Ron and Muriel left at that, and it wasn't until they had stepped out into the cold night that Ron realized that Lady Longbottom was still inside.

"Isn't it a little early to go home?" Ron asked as they walked towards the Burrow.

"I have had my fill of obnoxious laughter," Muriel replied. Obnoxious laughter? You mean people enjoying Christmas?

"What of Lady Longbottom?" Ron asked.

"She plans to retire soon, but not before speaking with Sebastian Greengrass about overseas businesses," Muriel replied. Really? "I personally cannot stomach the sight of that hollow man, but even I can't deny that his skill in growing businesses is unparalleled."

"He's more than he seems at first," Ron felt the urge to say. My Mentor is not 'hollow'. He can be cold, sure, but he has been nothing but good to me.

Both of them settled into a peaceful silence, and once they were inside the Burrow, Muriel broke that silence.

"You did well tonight, boy," Muriel said as they entered the Living Room.

"What did I do well in?" Ron asked, slightly surprised by her words.

"I am not completely oblivious," Muriel turned to face him. "Fate has dealt you an unfair hand, but the way you spoke to Augusta and myself… It showed strength. Real strength." Oh.

"Thank you," Ron didn't know what else to say. She's definitely drunk. I don't think she's ever complimented me before.

"I know that I've already agreed to help you, but I also need your help with something," Muriel said.

"Go on," Ron said.

"My main reason for coming tonight wasn't because you invited me," Muriel started. "I wished to speak to you about a… personal… matter. As you know, the Prewett Family has no heirs left. Your mother shunned her heritage, and both Fabian and Gideon are long dead. The Prewett Family Name is on the verge of going extinct."

"Where do I come in?" Ron asked, his mind racing.

"Recently, I received a letter from the States," Muriel replied. "Has your mother informed you of our most recent Squib?" She made the word 'Squib' sound like a disease…

"Her second cousin?" Ron asked, and Muriel gave a nod.

"He was banished from England, where he married some Muggle woman… His daughter has been showing signs of Magic," Muriel said. "Powerful signs, Ronald. She is only ten, and she can already summon small objects Wandlessly." What? "It was she who sent me the letter."

"She wishes to come live with you?" Ron asked, and Muriel gave a nod.

"Her father kept the Family Name, despite my orders," Muriel sneered a little. "Mafalda Prewett wishes to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of attending Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"This is good news, isn't it?" Ron asked. "Just as the Prewett Family Name was in danger, a young new heir has appeared to save it."

"It is good news, which is why I'm willing to overlook her Muggle parentage," Muriel said, and Ron bit his cheek. It's like I'm talking to a Death-Eater… Ignore it, Ron. "In her letter, she attempted to impress me with her knowledge of the Wizarding World. As it turns out, she's a studious girl. When her father informed her about her Magic, she took it upon herself to learn everything she could about the Wizarding World. This eventually led her to you."

"Me?" Ron asked.

"You are legend, boy," Muriel stated. "Fifty Veelas couldn't penetrate your mind, and the Professors of Hogwarts have declared you a Prodigy. Not to mention your success in Wizarding Chess, or your latest Diplomat status. Mafalda seems quite… taken… with you. She asked me to let her stay at the Prewett Estate, and after some back and forth with her parents, we've all come to an agreement. She may attend Hogwarts, and even live with me, but only if you treat her as your kin at Hogwarts. Her mother and father don't want her to study abroad at the age of eleven, and they'd sleep easier if a responsible young man looked after their daughter. Especially if said young man did indeed share Blood with her."

"And this was all her idea?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Muriel replied. "She's a clever girl. By convincing her parents that you'd look after her, she's made sure that she can study under you." A ten year old can't think that far ahead… Wait, I usually think that far ahead. This girl sounds troublesome, and with the war approaching, I should refuse. She's safer in the States.

"Is your help in my cause tied to this?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Muriel replied. Motherfucking fuck! Another person to look after…

"Then I accept," Ron agreed, deciding that the Prewett Family was necessary for his plans to work.

"Good, I will relay this to Mafalda," Muriel said, and then she walked over to the fireplace.

While she readied the floo, Ron fought the urge to rub his forehead. He didn't want to endanger this girl by letting her come to Britain, but at the same time, he needed Muriel's help. I will do my absolute to protect this girl. I know that the right thing to do is to refuse Muriel, but without her help, my plans will take much longer to implement.

"You may return to your Family," Muriel said as she finished up.

"Take care, Auntie," Ron turned to leave.

"Boy…" Muriel suddenly said, and Ron turned to face her. "I am sorry about your health."

Ron blinked at her, but before he could say anything, she stepped through the fire. She sounded very genuine… I don't know how I feel about that. Could it be that she's not completely frozen inside? Ron fixed his suit jacket into place, and he decided to return to the marquee. I just need to catch Bill away from the others, and then give him his emerald cufflinks. I'm sure he'll love them.

Ron began making his way out of the Burrow, but he stopped when he saw Daphne sneaking into the Kitchen with a plate of food. Ron's face immediately split into a smile, he had been waiting for this moment all fucking night. Bill can fuck right off; I'm eating an actual meal first.

"There you are," Daphne breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him. "I went to the outhouse, Ron, but you weren't there…"

"Aunt Muriel wanted to speak to me," Ron explained, his eyes fixed on the plate. Sunday roast with gravy, turkey with cranberry sauce, stuffing, roast potatoes, and one of mum's mince pies… I fucking love this witch!

"It's probably not enough to fill you up, but it's the best I could do," Daphne stepped further into the Kitchen.

"I love you," Ron slurred, his eyes still fixed on the food.

"Are you talking to me, or the food?" Daphne giggled.

"Let's go to my room," Ron said quickly. "The others might notice that we're both missing, so time is of the essence."

---

Ten Minutes Later

Ron all but inhaled the last bit of the pie, while Daphne stared at the empty plate with wide-eyes. Good Lord, I could die happy right now. That was so fucking gooooood. Ron let out a long exhale, and then he cleaned his teeth with his tongue. Mum needs to open a restaurant so more people can taste her cooking. Ron moved the empty plate off of his bed, and then he looked to his girlfriend.

"I can't thank you enough for this, Daph," Ron gave her a loving smile. "You really are the best." I mean that.

"I… Thanks…" Daphne's lips twitched upwards, a faint blush on her cheeks. "I feel a little guilty doing this, but you look like you really needed it."

"You have no idea," Ron all but purred. "I've been so hungry all day."

Daphne shifted a little in her spot, while Ron stretched his back and shoulders. I wish I had more, but I can't ask Daphne to risk herself again. Mum would be furious with her if she got caught.

"Can you hide this in here somewhere?" Daphne suddenly asked, and Ron realized that she had mistletoe in her hand.

"Um… Daph… Why do you have mistletoe in your hand?" Ron cocked an eyebrow, and Daphne seemed to shrink a little.

"Please, just hide it," Daphne whispered, and Ron felt his curiosity grow.

"I'll hide it," Ron slowly took the mistletoe from her, and she gave him a meek nod. Is she embarrassed? Also, why does she even have this on her? "You know you can tell me everything, right? We always tell each other everything."

"It's embarrassing, and I'm not particularly proud of this," Daphne sighed out, and then she looked into his eyes. "Promise me that you won't laugh, Ron…"

"I won't laugh, I promise," Ron said, and Daphne once again shifted a little.

"I saw Lord Black hang this up, and Tracey was with me…" Daphne started slowly. "She… She egged me on, Ron…"

"Daph, just tell me what happened," Ron gave a comforting smile.

"She asked me what I'd do if she and you stepped under the mistletoe…" Daphne looked down at her lap with a grouchy look. Tracey… Really? "At first, I ignored her, but I could tell that she'd kiss you… She even mentioned that Pansy's done it before, so it wouldn't be that bad… She said that it'd just be a peck between friends… She was making excuses to get away with it, Ron…" She was trying to annoy you.

Ron didn't need to hear the rest to know what had happened.

"And then…" Daphne looked up, a slightly angry look on her face. "Bloody Granger walks up and asks if anyone's seen you… I couldn't take it." Knowing Hermione, she's just fussing over my whereabouts like everyone else. "They… They all want to get you under that stupid mistletoe. Even Tori wore that stupid dress today to impress you." And she's spiraling with jealous anger now

Ron threw the mistletoe behind his desk, and Daphne stopped her angry rant abruptly.

"There," Ron said. "No one is getting me under that now."

Daphne looked between his desk and him, and then she mentally chided herself.

"I'm being crazy…" Daphne muttered as she looked down at her lap again.

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds, and Ron couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. She's had a long day because of the Orphanage visit, and we've barely spent any time alone today. She even wore the dress I got her, but I ended up spending half the day in a Potion induced daze. Wait… She's wearing the dress I got her… Ron suddenly found himself staring at her body, and he felt hot under the collar when he saw how nicely it hugged her figure. Is she wearing a bra? If so, then her tits are even bigger than I thought. And if not… Oh, Merlin…

"Ron?" Daphne spoke, and Ron slowly looked at her face. "You didn't answer my question." She asked a question?

"What question?" Ron blinked.

"Should I return the mistletoe?" Daphne asked again. "Stealing it and running away feels wrong… I know I'm being a little unreasonable, but I couldn't think straight…" A little?

"Forget the mistletoe," Ron said, and Daphne just stared at him. "Come over here."

Daphne didn't move, and Ron cleared his throat.

"Please," Ron said softly.

Daphne slowly moved over to him, and he quickly guided her into his lap. She didn't put up any resistance as she planted her bum on his thighs, her left arm wrapping around his neck for support.

"Ron? What're you doing?" Daphne asked, though she made herself comfortable nonetheless.

"You're really beautiful," Ron said a little lamely, his hands resting on her back.

"Really?" a smile immediately graced her face. "You're not bothered by me stealing mistletoe in a fit of jealous rage?"

"The only downside I see is that I can't find myself underneath it with you," Ron replied, and he immediately felt her body relax. "Daph… Can I touch you a little?" I have to do it! She never wears the same dress twice! As a man, it is my duty to seize this opportunity!

"You finally noticed the dress," Daphne sounded almost relieved. "I was beginning to feel insecure…"

Ron looked back at her face, and he saw that she really meant it.

"I haven't been a good boyfriend today, have I?" Ron asked in a whisper.

"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered back. "I understand that you've been through a lot over the last few days. I'm just being really silly…"

"You're anything but silly," Ron said, and then he tenderly kissed her cheek. "And I'm an idiot for not noticing just how amazing you look today. I mean, you always look amazing… But right now…" Stop talking, Ron, you're going to embarrass yourself.

"Right now?" Daphne whispered. "Tell me."

"I want to touch you… All over…" Ron felt his ears turn red.

Daphne smiled softly, then she reached behind with her right hand and took his left one. With a fluid motion, she guided his left hand to the side of her thigh.

"Go on," Daphne rested her forehead against his.

Ron ran his hand down her leg slowly, taking in the sensation of her warmth through the dress material. Her thigh felt soft, but also firm. It was enough to make him want to squeeze, and when he did so, she let out a gasp.

"Not hurting you?" Ron whispered, and she shook her head lightly.

Ron squeezed again, his fingers kneading her muscle in admiration. I keep forgetting just how large Hogwarts is… She's in good shape from all the stairs we climb on a daily basis. The only other girl who had a similar body-type to Daphne's in their group was Pansy, but Daphne was definitely more filled out. Merlin, she's got a really nice body. I'm so fucking lucky.

Ron moved his hand further down her leg, and when he reached her knee, she hummed in content. I can't reach her shins because they're too far. She can't straddle me because of the dress either. Oh, well… I'll go back up. Ron traced his hand back up her thigh, and then, feeling bold, he moved his left hand to her stomach. He stopped his movements in order to ask for permission, but she kissed him deeply before he got the chance.

Any tension that he had built up faded, and he opened his mouth in order to invite her tongue. Daphne didn't need to be told twice because Ron instantly felt her tongue flick his playfully. She giggled against his mouth, and when Ron smiled, she planted quick pecks on his stretched lips.

"Can I go up a little?" Ron asked breathlessly.

"Yes," she kissed his nose.

Ron moved his hand upwards slowly, all the while enjoying Daphne's labored breathing. They were both still figuring out what they liked, so Ron always made sure to keep his ears open as per Clara's advice. I'm nearing her chest… Should I stop? Or should I gauge her reaction first? Ron's answer came in the form of a trail of kisses on the side of his neck, which invoked a throaty groan out of him. Don't be scared to make noise, Ron. That felt good, and I want her to do it again.

Giving into his lust, Ron decided to keep going up until she stopped him. His hand crept up to the very bottom of her sternum, and then, he turned his palm upwards in order feel the bottom of her right breast. Daphne's hand suddenly grabbed his, and Ron froze in his spot.

"M'sorry…" Ron quickly apologized, a strong pang of guilt bombarding his mind.

"I'm… not wearing a bra…" Daphne panted against the skin of his neck. "The dress made it very visible…"

"I'll stop," Ron promised, but she shook her head.

She then moved his hand to the side of her breast, carefully leaving it away from her nipple. She's letting me play with her chest? Ron felt excitement rush up his spine, and without thinking, he squeezed the flesh in his hand. Daphne jerked and moaned simultaneously, which caused Ron's throat to close up. I want to hear that again. Ron squeezed again, though he did it more softly this time. Daphne whimpered against his neck, while Ron couldn't get over how soft she was. It feels unreal… I could hold her forever, and never grow tired of it.

He suddenly felt her teeth scrape against his Adam's apple, making him tense out of vulnerability. Daphne noticed his sudden lack of movement, and instead of continuing, she decided to place a soft kiss on his neck in order to tell him that she wouldn't do that again. Ron slowly pulled his head back until he was staring into her lidded eyes, and she gave him a goofy smile that made his stomach flip around.

"I love you," Ron whispered, and her smile widened.

"And I love you," she beamed, and once again, Ron's stomach danced with merriment.

They kissed each other with happy smiles, and Ron moved his right hand up behind her neck. She giggled when he began drawing circles on the back of her neck, and Ron heard himself laugh with her. She's got such a cute giggle. It's full of mischief.

"Do you want me to move down a little?" Daphne asked, and Ron pulled his head back a little.

"Move down?" Ron asked.

"My bum's not making you uncomfortable?" Daphne clarified, and it suddenly occurred to Ron that his erection was pressed against her bum. "It's okay, Ron… It's okay. It's a natural reaction."

"I know," Ron said, oddly not ashamed for once. "I'm not uncomfortable, Daph, but if you are, then by all means, move down a little."

"Hmmm," Daphne pretended to think, and then she wiggled her bum.

Ron tensed and bent forward a little, a rather familiar tingle running through his body. That felt so fucking good! Ron released a shaky breath, while Daphne lost her childish amusement at the sight of her boyfriend panting for air. Just as Ron was about to recover, she began wiggling gently. Ohhh… What is she doing?

"Does that feel good?" Daphne whispered, and Ron let out a groan. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Ye… Yes…" Ron felt himself twitch down below, which made her draw in a sharp breath. "Daphne…"

Her chest was heaving in his face, and he felt her fingers run through his hair. For what felt like eternity, Ron found himself trapped in growing ecstasy. Everything about her was overwhelming his senses, and Ron didn't even realize that he was grinding against her on his own now. She's driving me mental… If she keeps going, I'll end up getting off.

"Stop… Stop…" Ron tightened his arms around her in order to stop her from wiggling her arse. "I… I think we should stop…"

"Why?" Daphne asked, her voice almost pleading. "Weren't you enjoying it?"

"I was enjoying it too much," Ron buried his face in her neck, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine. "Please…"

"Of course we can stop," Daphne practically beat down her own lust for Ron's sake.

"Sorry…" Ron mumbled his apology; he wasn't exactly pleased about ruining her fun. "I'm so close to…" he trailed off.

"Don't apologize," Daphne slowly hugged him, and Ron nodded against her neck. "That was so… amazing… Right?"

"So amazing…" Ron inhaled sharply, his breathing strained. Her chest is heaving against mine… Merlin, my erection is stronger than ever.

"I don't know what made me wriggle around, but I'm really glad that I did," Daphne said, her voice both guilty and mischievous. "I've never seen you like that, Ron…"

"Did it feel good for you too?" Ron asked as he closed his eyes.

"You have no idea…" Daphne felt her cheeks flush. "When you started grinding against me… Merlin… I nearly lost my mind…" Grinding?

"I grinded against you?" Ron asked, and Daphne kissed his earlobe. Oh, that's nice.

"You blacked out?" Daphne giggled, her laughter making her chest vibrate against his. "Did it feel that good?"

"I've never felt that good before," Ron felt no need to hide the truth. Madam Roberts' treatments have nothing on Daphne. Salazar help me, I just want to keep going until I explode. "We should fix ourselves up."

"Can't we stay here?" Daphne whispered suggestively. "I don't want to spend any time with the others… I like being with you. Only you."

"If I could have my way, we'd never see them again," Ron laughed against her neck. "But we really should stop while we can." While I can, I mean.

"To be continued?" Daphne asked. "Please?"

"Merlin, yes," Ron replied, and then he kissed her neck over and over again. "You're bloody perfect, Daph… Just bloody perfect."

"And you're a nice slab of meat," Daphne tightened her hug, making Ron laugh.

"Slab of meat?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Prime cut meat," Daphne purred. "And you're mine." She thinks I'm prime cut! All that damn exercise is finally paying off in a meaningful way.

"All yours," Ron agreed.

"All jokes aside…" Daphne whispered. "I think you're perfect too."

"Really?" Ron smiled.

"Truly," Daphne sighed in content. "I love you so much, Ron."

"I love you too, Daphne."

---

Lord Voldemort's POV

Friday 25th December, 1993 (Nott Manor – Near Midnight)

The Dark Lord watched as Corban, Lucius, and Cornelius finished making the Potion that would strengthen his frail vessel. The Basilisk Venom was difficult to handle, and figuring out the correct quantity needed was instrumental. The last thing the Dark Lord needed was for his body to spontaneously explode, and considering how volatile Basilisk Venom was, this disturbing scenario was not a joke. If my calculations are correct, then this particular brew will not only invigorate me, it will also strengthen my unstable Magical Core.

It was very fortunate that Corban had found himself in possession of a Basilisk's Venom Sac, and Corban himself was fortunate that the Dark Lord hadn't skinned him alive for lying to his Master. As it turned out, even someone as cautious as Corban Yaxley had forgotten just how powerful of a Legilimens the Dark Lord was. Corban's 'memories' were very believable, save for one minor detail… There was no wind in the memories. The trees were not blowing, the hair on Corban's head had been perfectly still, and the clouds in the sky looked unnaturally distant. That was all the information that the Dark Lord needed to determine that he was watching created memories.

Despite Corban's obvious self-aggrandizing, the Dark Lord had decided to be patient for now. Lord Voldemort needed followers now more than ever, and Corban was the perfect servant to have. He was loyal to the point of being considered fanatical, he was wealthy, he had immense influence within the Ministry, and he was eager to learn from his Master again. So, for now, the Dark Lord would say nothing to Corban about his lies, but one day, Lord Voldemort would get the truth out of Corban Yaxley.

"My Lord, it is ready," Lucius spoke up, and the Dark Lord looked to his followers.

"Bring it to me…" the Dark Lord hissed.

Cornelius quickly stepped forward with the small vial, and the Dark Lord eyed the noxious green liquid within. Such a small amount produced… Basilisk Venom truly is a difficult substance to control. For the first time in a long time, Lord Voldemort felt uncertainty well up within him. He did not wish to lose yet another vessel, but there was no other choice left for him but to press forward. All he could do now was to pray that his Potioneering skills hadn't ebbed with the passage of time.

"Are you certain about this, my Lord?" Cornelius asked.

"Do you doubt me still?" Lord Voldemort hissed, and Cornelius immediately bowed his head.

"Forgive me, my Lord," Cornelius apologized, and then he took another step forward.

With Cornelius' help, the Dark Lord put his thin lips against the vial. The Potion tasted rancid, and it burned painfully as it traveled down his throat. For a few seconds, the Potion did nothing but cause the Dark Lord's insides to burn, but then, almost like being electrocuted, the Dark Lord felt a surge of power run rampant throughout his tiny body. The pain caused him to let out a throaty yell, and he felt his bones grow and collide against each other. This was not foreseen!

"My Lord!" Cornelius tried to stop his Master from writhing about, but Lucius quickly pulled the old wizard back.

"Stand back, you fool!" Lucius yelled.

Fear took a hold of Lord Voldemort, but he could do little to resist it. His entire body ached horribly, and he didn't even feel a thing as he toppled from his chair. Before long, he was a writhing mess on the floor; his large blanket no longer covering him. Did I truly make an error?! Me?! Impossible! He could hear his useless servants arguing with each other, but he chose to ignore them. Instead, he forced his mind to steel itself. Pain is not real. It is an illusion, one that keeps the weak on their knees. I am not weak. Pain does not exist for Lord Voldemort.

Slowly, but surely, the Dark Lord began to conquer his fear and pain. His will could not be denied, and he would not lose this body so quickly after acquiring it. I will never die! NEVER! Lord Voldemort is eternal! His long fingers curled against the floor, his nails scratching the wood. Stand up! Fight back! The Dark Lord willed himself to move, and with great effort, he began to rise. Silence filled the room as the Dark Lord stood upright, his skull-like face a mixture of pain and determination.

And then, there was no more pain… None whatsoever. Instead, the Dark Lord felt more powerful than he had in over a decade. It was almost overwhelming to recover so much of his former strength, but the Dark Lord's mind was too strong to be overcome. The Potion worked… My calculations were always correct. I don't know why I doubted myself at all. Pleased with the power coursing throughout his body, the Dark Lord looked down at his hands.

They were more grown than before, but still childlike. The rest of his body was also that of a young child, and it was strong enough to hold him upright now. Thick black veins popped out of his bone white skin, something that made him look almost monstrous. The Basilisk Venom… Such potency! Such power!

"Give me my wand," the Dark Lord ordered his kneeling servants.

Corban quickly moved over and handed his Master the wand from the floor, his head bowed the entire time. Hello, my old friend. I can use you once again. With a swift motion of his wand, the Dark Lord summoned black robes onto his body. Using his Magic once again without feeling burdened was a sensation that he couldn't help but treasure. The Basilisk Venom had surpassed all of his expectations, and the Dark Lord felt genuine excitement at the prospect of creating his new body with such a powerful venom. My power will be undeniable. I will be even stronger than I was before my downfall. It is paramount that I create my new body with the Basilisk Venom. I must ration it as much as possible.

"My Lord?" came Lucius' voice, and the Dark Lord looked to his frightened servant.

"Yes, Lucius?" Lord Voldemort spoke, his voice was much stronger now. The Potion seems to have accelerated my vessel's aging process. An unforeseen side effect, but one that I'm very pleased about. And although I doubt I could fight in this childlike body, it is heartening to know that I am no longer confined to that infernal chair.

"Have you recovered your power, my Lord?" Lucius asked, he could feel a heavy amount of Magic in the air.

"Not completely," Lord Voldemort replied. "Go find Gaspard. Tell him that I wish to speak to him." He will find Harry Potter for me.

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Past Midnight)

A burning pain in his chest woke him up, it felt as if something was trying to tear its way out of him.

"… The fuck…?" Ron sat up, his hands rubbing his chest. "Am I having a stroke?"

Ron looked around the dark bedroom with a hazy gaze, and his eyes stopped on Malfoy's empty bed. He left with his Aunt… How am I supposed to keep an eye on him if he's not here anymore? Ron then looked to a sleeping Theo, who was splayed out without a shirt. Harry and Neville are still sleeping in the twins' room, so I guess it's just Theo and me from now on.

The pain suddenly spiked, and Ron grit his teeth in anger. Fuck's sake… I'm trying to sleep here! Agitated from being forced to wake up, Ron slipped out of his bed and put his glove on. He knew that now that he was awake, he wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. Stupid chest pains… I need to go find a mirror. Ron tried being as quiet as possible, but judging from Theo's loud snoring, the weedy Slytherin wasn't going to wake up even if Ron started jumping around.

The slow trip down to the nearest bathroom was achieved with minimal noise, and once Ron was safe behind a locked door, he took off his pajama top. Let's have a look, eh? Ron cleared his eyes, and then he focused on his chest. The long scar that marked his torso looked red and agitated, and when Ron traced his fingers over it, he felt a jolt of pain. What's wrong with this scar? The other ones don't do this.

After spending a few minutes staring at his scars, Ron determined that the scar on his chest was unlike the ones that marked the rest of his body. Just as ugly, though… Ron picked up his top, and he quickly put it on. Since I'm up already, why not do something productive? I'll grab some juice, and then read through Salazar's notes. I just hope he left behind some powerful Spells for me to learn.

Ron made his way out of the bathroom, and then he snuck downstairs with the agility of a cat. Just as he eased his way into the Kitchen, he heard a floorboard creak from near the sink. Someone else is still awake? Damn. I wonder who it is. Ron stepped further into the room, and when he saw Harry walking around with an empty glass, Ron wondered why the Boy-Who-Lived was roaming the house in the middle of the night.

"Harry?" Ron whispered, and Harry jumped a little before turning around.

"Ron?" Harry fixed his glasses. "God… You scared me… I didn't hear you at all."

"Sorry," Ron whispered as he stepped closer to the Gryffindor. "Why are you still awake?"

"I…" Harry started, but then he shook his head. What is it? "It's complicated, Ron…"

"Is it?" Ron asked. "Well, I'm a pretty smart lad, so maybe if you tell me, I can help you out." Dumbledore did ask me to keep an eye on Harry, and if he can't sleep, then I should at least find out why.

"Um…" Harry looked a little uncomfortable. "My scar… It's hurting…"

Ron just stared at Harry, who quietly turned around to fill up his glass. His scar is hurting? Well, so is mine… That can't be a coincident, right? I mean, the Hat did tell me that Harry and I share a connection to the Dark Lord somehow-

Ron's thoughts came to an abrupt halt; what if the scar on his chest was related to the Dark Lord? Is the scar on my chest similar to the one on Harry's forehead? Ron felt dread crawl up his spine, but with the help of his limited Occlumency, Ron somewhat calmed himself down. Don't spiral, Ron, look for answers instead.

"Does your scar hurt often?" Ron asked, and Harry turned back around.

"Only when he's nearby…" Harry replied, and Ron's eyes widened. He's nearby?! I need to get Dumbledore! "I don't think he's here, Ron… Lately, my scar's been hurting a lot." It has? Why?

"Oh," Ron relaxed a little. "Sorry to hear that."

"It's fine," Harry muttered. "I'd rather not talk about this, if that's all right with you." It isn't, but I shouldn't push him.

"Are you going back to sleep?" Ron asked.

"No… Once I'm up, I usually can't go back to sleep again," Harry replied. "What about you? Did I wake you up?"

"No, I woke up because Theo snores loudly," Ron lied. I have to investigate our scars somehow. Should I bring Snape and Dumbledore into this? "And like you, I usually never go back to sleep once I'm up."

"Terrible, isn't it?" Harry smiled weakly; he was clearly trying to lighten the mood. "I reckon I'll just sit around in the Living Room."

"You're going to brood in the dark?" Ron asked, and Harry shrugged.

"It's what I do in Gryffindor Tower," Harry replied. "I just sit by the fire… Sometimes, I even do my homework, but since I don't have any, I'll just wait around for morning."

"We have that in common, then," Ron couldn't help but point out. The amount of times that I've just walked around the empty common room…

"You don't sleep well, either?" Harry asked. "So, Nott didn't really wake you up, then?" Shit… He's eerily perceptive.

"He certainly didn't help," Ron said, and Harry nodded in understanding.

"Well, I'll see you around," Harry began to head towards the Living Room. I really want to read up on those notes, but Harry looks genuinely bothered… C'mon, Ron… Don't give into weakness here. Let him brood alone while you further your knowledge. Plus, we're not really friends anymore, and I think he knows that. As Ron watched Harry near the Living Room, his guilt steadily increased. Fuck, I need to learn to control this shitty emotion.

"Harry," Ron whispered, and Harry turned to face Ron. "Do you want company?"

"Sur-" Harry started, but he stopped abruptly. He looks even more bothered now. "You don't have to do that. I'm fine… I'll see you in the morning."

Harry disappeared from sight at that, and Ron just stared at the spot where he used to be. I tried, and that's what counts. I'll go read those notes now, but first, I need some juice. Ron went about pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice, and as he made his way towards the stairs, his ever-growing sympathy for the boy in the other room stopped him. He's one of the very few other people in this house who have been hurt by the Dark Lord personally, Ron… Surely you can understand how he feels? Also, judging from what he just told me, he does this quite regularly. That is definitely something that I can relate to.

Ron let out a long breath; was he really walking away from a human being in favor of parchments? Parchments that I'll still have in the morning. Fuck, now I feel even worse. Ron rubbed his chest with his spare hand, and then he drew in a deep breath. I promised Dumbledore that I'd look out for Harry, and despite everything's that gone wrong between us, I don't believe that he deserves to be haunted by the Dark Lord. No one deserves that.

Realizing that he wouldn't be able to focus on his work anymore, Ron made his way into the Living Room. Harry was sitting alone in the dark, his glasses reflecting the light from the moon as he stared out of the window. He's rubbing his scar. It's still hurting? My scar feels prickly right now, but it doesn't really hurt anymore.

"Hello again," Ron whispered, and Harry turned his head in Ron's direction. "Do you want to play some Chess?"

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Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Early Morning)

"Stop…" Harry wheezed as he began to slow down. "I need a break… You win, Ron… You bloody win…"

Ron stopped running, and he looked back with an amused grin. They'd spent the whole night playing Chess, and much to Ron's surprise, he had quite enjoyed himself. Unlike Ron's friends, Harry actively asked for tips in order to try and outsmart Ron at his own game. He didn't become sour after losing, and every time they restarted, Harry tried to implement Ron's advice into his play style. This act of wanting to better himself resonated with Ron's own principles, and so Ron quickly forgot about Salazar's notes. Instead, he simply enjoyed ranting on about Chess strategies to his latest disciple.

As the sun began to rise, one thing had led to another, and Harry agreed to join Ron on his morning run. Ron figured that Harry wanted to best him at athletics, and so he had eagerly accepted Harry's unspoken challenge. He's definitely in good shape, and he doesn't just give up at the first sign of hardship. He actually reminds me of Millie, but unlike Millie, he lasted much longer. I mean, we're nearly at the creek.

"C'mon, Harry," Ron urged. "Just five more minutes, and then we can take a break by the water. You can freshen up there."

Harry looked up with a blotchy red face, and then he gave a tired nod as he fixed his glasses.

"Five more minutes… I can do that," Harry spoke to himself.

"Good man," Ron smiled without thinking. "C'mon! Let's go!"

For once, Ron decided to slow down his pace, but only because Harry had been a good sport about all of this. Harry trailed behind Ron, often releasing strained pants as he struggled to make his aching legs work.

"Oliver makes us run laps sometimes, but this is so much worse…" Harry rasped. "So much worse… I wish I had my broom…"

"Are you finally giving up?" Ron grinned, and Harry gave him a defiant smirk.

"No, just whining…" Harry coughed out a laugh. He's actually kind of funny.

"You do realize that we still have to go back, right?" Ron reminded Harry. "We're not even halfway done yet."

"Please, for the love of God, don't remind me," Harry lost his smirk. "Oh… My thighs are burning like never before…"

"That means it's working," Ron laughed.

"What's working? This is torture…" Harry panted.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to come along," Ron sniggered.

"I thought my Quidditch training would help," Harry admitted. "I was wrong."

"You're doing well," Ron encouraged. "Actually, you're in much better shape than my friends."

"Really? Don't they do this everyday?" Harry asked.

"Let's just say that they tend to give up as quickly as possible," Ron replied, making sure to hide his genuine annoyance with their attitudes. Other than Millie, they all try to weasel out of hard work. "The best way to improve is to go further than the day before, and only one of my friends actually do that."

"Which one?" Harry asked.

"Millie," Ron replied. I hope she's enjoying her holiday. I really miss her.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Ron replied. "Is that really so hard to believe?"

"No… No," Harry quickly sidestepped any potential awkwardness. "Wait… If your friends don't actually enjoy these morning runs, then why do they join you?"

"I… urge… them to," Ron replied slowly.

"Urge?" Harry gave Ron a confused look.

"Force, but in my defense, this is good for them," Ron said quickly. "The stronger the body, the better the wizard. My tutor always says that."

"Tutor?" Harry asked.

"My Dueling tutor," Ron clarified. "I see her on Sundays."

"Oh, that's right… Ginny mentioned that once," Harry remembered.

"We're here," Ron said as he spotted the creek. "See? Right over there!"

"I see it," Harry quickly stopped running, and then he bent forward and wheezed loudly. "Finally…"

"You all right?" Ron asked as he too came to a stop.

"Yeah…" Harry spoke to the ground. "Is the water drinkable?"

"Just use your wand," Ron gave Harry a baffled look.

"Oh, right… Of course," Harry seemed rather surprised. "God, I wish I remembered that earlier…"

"You forgot you were a wizard?" Ron chuckled, and Harry shot Ron a guilty grin. How does one forget about their Magic?

"Happens quite often, actually," Harry admitted, and then he pulled his wand out of his back pocket. "Aguamenti."

While Harry drank from his wand, Ron walked over to the edge of the creek. He quickly removed his glove, and then washed his face with the freezing water. Sweet Merlin, the run up here is worth it just for that. Ron then dunked his head into the freezing water in order to wet his hair, and when he pulled his head out, he felt completely awake. Woo! I'm ready to run home now.

"Isn't the water freezing?" Harry asked as he approached from behind, and Ron quickly put his glove back on.

"Yeah, it's great," Ron grinned at Harry, who shook his head with an amused smile.

"You're… Never mind…" Harry said, and Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm what?" Ron asked.

Harry looked over to the water, and after a few moments, he looked back to Ron.

"At Hogwarts, you come across as a very different person," Harry said.

"I do?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry sat down on the cold grass, and Ron followed suit. He's earned a little break, I reckon. "If any of the Gryffindors saw you like this, they'd pinch themselves just to make sure that they were awake."

"What?" Ron couldn't help but laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Just ask anyone," Harry smiled. "A lot of people stay out of your way because they find you… intimidating…"

"Do you find me intimidating?" Ron smirked.

"Not really," Harry shrugged. "But then again, we don't really interact much anymore." Uh-oh… We're nearing awkward land again. Quick, Ron, change the topic.

"Not everyone avoids me," Ron said. "I mean, just take a look at the study group. Even Finnegan and Thomas show up to it." And the little ones love me.

"What I meant was that people don't know how to approach you," Harry corrected himself, he was quite grateful for the change in topic. "But I reckon if they saw this side of you, they'd figure out that you're a pretty funny bloke."

"Let's avoid that, then," Ron snorted. The last thing I need is for people to start pestering me.

"Sure," Harry laughed through his nose, and then he drew in a deep breath as he looked around.

"It's nice out here, isn't it?" Ron asked.

"It is," Harry replied. "Your Family has an amazing home."

"Thanks," Ron felt oddly proud of himself.

"Open country, fresh air, a garden, siblings…" Harry sounded mildly envious. "It's brilliant."

"If you say the exact same thing to mum, she'll adopt you," Ron offered, he knew that Harry didn't exactly have a decent childhood.

"What would Sirius say?" Harry chuckled.

"He's pretty much her son as well," Ron sniggered. "I mean, he spends all of his time here. She cooks for him, and I'm pretty certain that she does his laundry as well."

"Is that how he's been getting by without Remus?" Harry asked. "Makes a lot of sense, actually." Harry then shifted in his spot, much to Ron's confusion. I bet he's still trying too hard to keep things from becoming awkward.

Ron had noticed that Harry was doing his best to avoid certain topics, but at the same time, Harry looked ready to start apologizing once again. The underlying tension between them wasn't exactly easy to ignore, but Merlin help him, Ron wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. I can't lie to myself… I'm still quite pissed about their behavior, and if it weren't for what's coming, I'd have washed my hands of the Golden Trio.

"Thanks for the permit, by the way," Harry broke the silence. "I didn't thank you properly yesterday."

"It's nothing," Ron said. Dumbledore got them, not me. I just asked.

"You didn't have to get me one, but you still did… It was really kind of you," Harry picked at the grass by his crossed legs. "Ron, I'm really-"

"Don't start apologizing again, Harry," Ron sighed out. Guess he's finally reached his limit in that regard. "I already told you that I'm over it."

"Are you, though?" Harry looked at Ron.

"I am," Ron drawled, but Harry wasn't convinced. "Why do you have to keep bringing it up? We've had a lot of fun together for the last few hours-"

"Maybe that's why I'm bringing it up…" Harry went back to picking the grass. "We're just pretending like I didn't do what I did… It feels wrong…" Why are people so emotional?

"You know what feels wrong to me?" Ron asked. "Repeating the same conversation over and over again. What's the point? Eh? It won't change the past-"

"I know that," Harry cut in.

"Then what? You want me to absolve you of your guilt? Is that it?" Ron asked, his temper rising. "I don't have that power, Harry. I've told you that I've moved on, so it's up to you to do the same. I even made things easier for you by asking my siblings to not harass you."

"Why did you do that?" Harry asked. If they're close to you, then Dumbledore will be forced to protect them.

"I'm sick, and I don't want things to be more difficult," Ron replied. "It's just that simple, Harry. I don't need any more stress in my life."

Harry nodded at the ground, and then he tossed the torn grass aside. Great… Now things are really awkward. Way to ruin everything, Harry, you damn woman. Ron stood up, and he ran his left hand through his wet hair.

"We should get back…" Ron said as he began walking off.

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Thirty Minutes Later

He could smell the aroma of breakfast from downstairs, and he could hear heated chatter as well. Who's talking? The only other people who are awake right now are my parents and Harry? Also, the chatter sounds a lot like an argument. Ron stepped into the Kitchen, and he was genuinely surprised to see Barty Crouch Snr speaking with his father. What's he doing here?

"Mr. Weasley," Crouch immediately looked to Ron.

"Mr. Crouch," Ron greeted back. "Is everything all right?"

"Not quite," Crouch replied curtly. "I need you to come with me. We're both going to France immediately." We are?

"Crouch, my son just had surgery," Arthur repeated for the fifth time. "He's not fit to travel overseas." Says who?

"Why do we need to go to France so urgently?" Ron asked Crouch. Did a certain bitch die yesterday? If so, then Emilia is really bloody efficient.

"Ronald, you are still recovering," Molly said, but Ron ignored her.

"I'm afraid that this cannot wait," Crouch said. "The French Ministry sent me an urgent summons via Roberta Berger. She is waiting for us in the Portkey Office even as we speak."

"You still haven't told me why we need to go to France," Ron said.

"It is… classified…" Crouch shot a look towards Molly.

"Dad, can you please tell Lord Greengrass that I won't be attending my training today?" Ron said, and both of his parents didn't look very pleased.

"Ron… You just had surgery…" Arthur repeated, and then he looked to Crouch. "Crouch, surely this can wait…"

"I'm afraid not, Arthur," Crouch said. "Mr. Weasley, I'll be waiting by the fireplace."

Ron gave him a nod, and Crouch left without another word. Once he was out of earshot, Molly dropped the pan she was holding in the sink rather aggressively.

"You are unbelievable, Ronald…" Molly shook her head. Here we go…

"Mum, this sounds very important," Ron said. "I have a job to do-"

"Go, then," she said almost bitterly, something that made Arthur adorn a sorry look. "What does it matter that you're sick? What does it matter that you just had surgery? You'll only stop when you're dead, right?"

"Molly…" Arthur sighed out.

"Go," Molly gave Ron an angry look. "We'll just wait around to pick up the pieces."

"Molly, that's enough," Arthur said, his brow furrowed. "Don't say such things to him."

Ron stared at his mother with a less than amused look, and then he turned to leave. What's the point in arguing with her when she's like this? Yes, I just had surgery, but I couldn't care less. I'm done with explaining myself over and over again.

"Dad, don't forget to go to Lord Greengrass," Ron said as he walked towards the Living Room. "Our day was meant to start in half an hour."

"Ron, just don't push yourself, please," Arthur said out of habit.

"I'll be home soon," Ron bid his father goodbye, and then he stepped into the Living Room. "I'm ready, Mr. Crouch. Let's go."

Crouch had already prepared the fireplace, and after giving Ron a curt nod, he disappeared through the fire. Ron drew in a deep breath in order to prepare himself for the day, and then he followed after Crouch. Merlin, I hope that she's dead. What if Emilia got caught, and then ratted me out? What if they invited us just to arrest me when I show up? Ron shook his head clear as he entered the Ministry, he couldn't panic right now. Just focus, Ron, everything is going to be all right.

"Mr. Weasley?" Crouch cocked an eyebrow. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, Sir," Ron replied. "You mentioned that Roberta Berger is waiting for us in the Portkey Office?"

"She is," Crouch replied, and they began making their way through the busy barren atrium. I guess most of the workers are on holidays. "I'm sorry to barge into your home so early in the morning, Mr. Weasley. I would have preferred to send an owl, but Roberta Berger insisted that I hurry up."

"What's happened?" Ron asked, and Crouch looked around the desolate atrium.

"Lord and Lady Abadie were poisoned yesterday," Crouch told Ron, who feigned shock. Ding dong, the bitch is dead!

"Poisoned? Are they dead?" Ron asked quickly.

"Yes," Crouch shook his head with a frown. "This is a disaster."

"How did they get poisoned? Weren't they within the French Ministry's custody?" Ron asked.

"Roberta was less than forthcoming about the details, but I imagine that we'll learn the truth when we get there," Crouch entered the elevator, and Ron followed in after him.

"Bloody hell…" Ron continued his act. "You don't think that the French Ministry is behind this, do you?"

Crouch shot Ron a quick look, and then he frowned even more deeply.

"Just between us…" Crouch started. "I think the French Minister decided to shut this whole thing down by cutting off the snake's head." How convenient for me that you think so. "His Office is being threatened by his ambitious colleagues, and his lack of oversight where the Abadies were concerned would surely bury him. Merlin only knows what was going to come out during the Abadies' trial."

"Why are you and I being summoned?" Ron couldn't help but ask. "This sounds like a French problem to me."

"You're the one who had them arrested, remember?" Crouch reminded him.

"You don't think that they suspect me, do you?" Ron asked. "I swear, I had nothing to do with this, Sir."

"No one is blaming you, I'm sure," Crouch said. "And even if they did, you being behind this is laughable at best. Downright idiotic at worst." Not a good judge of character, are you? I guess that's why you never realized that your own son was a damn Death-Eater. It's also why you threw a good man like Sirius in prison without a damn trial. You might have saved the Ministry during the Great War, but I can't forgive you for what you did to my friend.

"Well, if they do question me, I'll tell them the truth," Ron said. "I had surgery on the twenty-fourth, and I spent the entirety of Christmas recovering at home."

"Good," Crouch gave a nod. "Stick with the truth, Mr. Weasley."

The elevator came to a jarring halt, and when the doors split open, Crouch yanked the cage open. They both made their way towards the Portkey Office in silence, and Ron couldn't help but admire the silence. Usually, the Ministry is so busy, but today, I've only seen a couple of people walking around.

"Roberta," Crouch greeted as he opened the door to the Office, and Ron spotted the part-Veela pacing up and down.

Roberta Berger looked utterly exhausted, and judging from the dark rings beneath her eyes, she had been awake all night long.

"Bien," Roberta muttered at the sight of them. "I was beginning to worry, Mr. Crouch. Let's be on our way, please. The Minister is expecting you."

"Not before you give us some answers," Crouch stopped Ron. Oh, he doesn't plan to go in blind. Smart. "We want to know what happened. How did two prominent figures end up getting poisoned under your Ministry's watch? Weren't they in their prison cells?"

"Surely we can discuss this once you're-" Berger started, but one look from Crouch stopped her. "We… We are still investigating, but from what the coroner has uncovered, they were poisoned in the afternoon. A vile draught called the Burning Nightingale seems to be behind this."

"Burning Nightingale?" Ron asked. That's a cool name.

"It is a slow acting poison, but once it's in your system, a horribly painful death is guaranteed," Crouch answered. "Were there severe burns on their internal organs, Roberta?"

"It's like they drank acid," Berger replied. Yeesh. Oh, well, it's what they get for getting in my way. "Can we be on our way, please? The investigation has been halted just for you two."

"Very well," Crouch said, and then he looked to Ron. "Are you up for Portkey travel?"

"We'll find out," Ron replied, and Crouch gave him a nod.

They made their way into the transportation room, where a metal rod was waiting for them.

"That's our Portkey," Berger told Ron. "It'll take us straight into the Ministry."

They gathered around it, and after a brief countdown from Crouch, all three of them grabbed onto it together. Ron felt himself being yanked through a thin pipe, blinding white lights flashing all around them. And then, they hit solid ground. Crouch and Berger landed with skilled practice, while Ron landed flat on his arse. Ow, my arse… His stomach immediately heaved, and he felt something hot pushing itself up his throat. Ron quickly turned his head, and he vomited up a tarry red substance. There wasn't much, but his throat and eyes still burned painfully. Fucking hell… Ugh… Clearly, my stomach isn't completely clean yet.

Ron felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw Paul Durand looking at him with genuine concern.

"You all right, slugger?" Durand asked, and then he looked to the blood. "Circe's cunt… Is that blood?"

"I just had surgery two days ago…" Ron groaned, his stomach aching a little. "I'm still in recovery."

"Surgery?" Durand asked as he looked to Berger, who suddenly looked convinced of something. "Should you even be up on your feet?"

"It doesn't matter," Ron shook his head clear, and then he pushed himself up onto his feet. Stand up, you weakling… You have work to do.

"Let's get you a chair," Durand stood up and snapped his fingers, and a young Auror quickly brought a metallic chair over. "Take a seat."

Ron didn't sit down; instead, he looked around the room. This… This is an interrogation room! Ron looked to Crouch, who was also looking around with a growing frown.

"What is the meaning of this?" Crouch demanded, and Durand let out a tired breath. The Head Auror looks spent.

"I'm terribly sorry, Sir," Durand stood up straighter as he addressed Crouch. "I told them that they were being foolish, but the Minister is trying to prove something to everyone here. He has added you both to the suspect pool, and wants you both interrogated."

"Interrogated?" Crouch hissed. "I am the Head of a Department, and I will not allow you to hold us in here like prisoners." This is bad. This is very bad. "Where is Minister Wallace? I wish to have words with him."

"He is currently with the coroner," Durand replied. "No one will be interrogating you, Sir, I promise. The truth is that Ronald here was an actual suspect, but if he was indeed indisposed due to a surgery, I'll have you both out as quickly as possible. I just need to confirm his story."

"Poppy Pomfrey of Hogwarts operated on me," Ron told them. "I had a stress ulcer which caused internal bleeding."

Durand and Berger looked to the tarry blood on the ground, and then Durand gave Ron a rather sorry smile.

"Did you get a chance to eat this morning, slugger?" Durand asked almost gently, and Ron shook his head. "Mathew, go and get Ronald some food. And nothing from the Ministry cafeteria either, go out and buy something from a shop. We can't risk another incident."

"I'm only allowed to drink soups," Ron decided to speak up. This is good… They already think I'm innocent, and if I play the wounded lamb, I'll be out of here before I know it.

"I'll be back shortly," the young Auror named Mathew gave a nod, and then he left the room in a hurry.

"Please, take a seat," Durand said to Crouch and Ron. "Roberta and I need to go speak with the Minister. We'll try and sort this all out as quickly as possible."

---

Daphne Greengrass' POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (Greengrass Manor – Morning)

Daphne stared at the letters in her hands; her intuition was all but begging her to investigate.

Not long after waking up, Daphne had heard her Family's owl tapping on her window. All five of the letters that she had sent to Pansy had returned unopened, which had further stirred Daphne's growing fear for Pansy's wellbeing. Over the span of the last two years, Pansy had changed drastically. She was no longer the vain girl who parroted her hag of a mother's behavior; instead, she was a happy-go-lucky individual who followed her heart. And a big part of this change had stemmed from Pansy's love for her friends. So the fact that Pansy wasn't returning anyone's letters weighed heavily on Daphne. She all but begged me to stay in contact during the Break, but now, she's unreachable. Something is wrong. I can feel it in my blood.

"Any ideas?" Tracey asked from the bed, and Daphne dropped the letters on her desk.

"No," Daphne shook her head, and then she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "This is not like Pansy… Her bitch of a mother is behind this, I already know it."

"I figured as much," Tracey grimaced. "Honestly, what is that woman's deal?"

"She's just… bitter…" Daphne tried to remain calm. "Mother told me that Pansy's mother didn't want to marry Lord Parkinson, but her parents forced her into the marriage right out of Hogwarts. She was unable to produce an heir for almost a decade, and when she finally got pregnant, it was with Pansy. She's always been bitter about that."

"Poor Pans…" Tracey lost her sour look. "Is it true that Lady Parkinson hits Pansy?"

"She does it often," Daphne felt her jaw tighten. "When we were little, I saw Pansy being struck multiple times. Even in public a few times… One of the reasons why Pansy clung to Malfoy was because her mother approved of this sort of behavior. I think Pansy forced herself into wanting whatever her mother wanted, but now… Now, things are different. Pansy's started moving beyond her mother's desires, and Lady Parkinson isn't taking it well."

"She was dreading going home," Tracey sighed out. "Why didn't we bring her here?"

"I tried," Daphne said defensively.

"I'm not blaming you," Tracey said quickly. "God… I just feel bad, that's all…"

Daphne lost some of her steam, and she took Tracey's hand in hers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap," Daphne apologized. "I'm worried too…"

Tracey gave Daphne's hand a squeeze, all the while looking miserable.

"We should tell the boys, Daph," Tracey said. "Theo, Blaise, Ron… They'll help with this."

"Theo and Ron can help, but Blaise… He's trapped in his own hell right now," Daphne remembered what Ron had told her during dinner yesterday. "He spends his days roaming Florence by himself."

"Is that why he isn't returning my letters?" Tracey asked.

"He sent one to Theo and Ron, and told them to let us know that he was fine," Daphne explained. "You know how he is, Trace…"

"Should we tell Millie about Pansy?" Tracey asked. No, that would not go over well. It's no secret that those two have grown incredibly close, and if Millie hears about this, she'll come back from her own holiday just to start a fight.

"We're Pansy's friends too, and we need to take action," Daphne channeled her inner Ron. "First, we let Theo and Ron know about this. Then, we all work together to find out why Pansy isn't getting our letters."

"Let's go, then," Tracey all but jumped off of the bed. "Let's go right now!"

"All right," Daphne steeled her resolve. Ron always says that sitting around achieves nothing.

Daphne caught up with Tracey, who was marching with genuine anger and determination. Oddly enough, seeing Tracey this worked up only served to bolster Daphne's own resolve. Something had to be done about Pansy's mother, or Pansy's life would continue to be miserable. Once upon a time, Daphne would have ignored such a volatile situation, but now… Now, she was going to step up for her friend's wellbeing. Even if it means making an enemy out of a powerful Lord and Lady. You're not a child anymore, Daphne; you're a young woman. It's time to act like one.

Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Daphne spotted Ron's father speaking with her own. Mr. Weasley? Why is he here? Is Ron all right? Daphne's father was supporting a slight frown, while Mr. Weasley looked a little worried.

"Girls," Sebastian said as he saw them approaching, and Mr. Weasley followed his gaze. "Is everything all right? You two look… bothered."

"We were on our way to the Burrow, Father," Daphne replied. "Is Ron here yet? I need to speak to him."

"Ron has left for France," Arthur gave her a sorry smile. France?

"Why?" Tracey asked.

"Ministry emergency," Sebastian replied. "He won't be coming here today." Damn, we're already a person down, then.

Daphne managed to mask her disappointment, but Tracey let out an annoyed sigh, which caught the attention of the two wizards.

"What is it?" Sebastian asked his daughter. If we're really going to step out into the open, we need father backing us up.

"All the letters that I've sent to Pansy have returned unopened," Daphne replied. "It's not like her to ignore letters from her friends, and we're worried about her."

"She was dreading going home, my Lord," Tracey told Sebastian; she had clearly caught onto Daphne's line of thinking. "Her mother has been treating her horribly, and we're scared for her safety."

"That woman…" Sebastian's frown deepened.

"Would she hurt her own daughter?" Arthur asked, now looking worried for a girl who he had never spoken to.

"Yes," Sebastian replied bluntly. "What do you two plan to do about it?" He's asking about our ideas first?

"We're going to let Ron and Theo know about this, and then, we'll come up with a way to find out what's happened to her," Daphne broke out of her surprise. "Can we count on your help if things escalate, father?"

"Very well," Sebastian gave Daphne his permission. "Think before you act, daughter, and should you need advice, you can always come to me." Wow… He's taking his promise to me so seriously.

Despite the current situation, Daphne had to hold back a traitorous smile. Be composed, Daphne. Behave in a respectable manner, and don't give anyone an inch.

"If there are signs of child abuse, the Office of Youth Services can legally move in to protect the child," Arthur offered. "Though, I imagine the rules are very different for children of prominent Families. If you two need help with anything like that, I'm quite learned about such proceedings."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Daphne gratefully accepted the help. Now that our bases are covered, we need to move forward.

"Are you two going to the Burrow?!" came Tori's voice, and Daphne looked back to see her little sister running down the stairs. "Don't leave without me! Luna and I have a date!" A date? You mean she's still struggling with Ron's illness, and you want to cheer her up. That makes me feel… proud. Tori's finally growing up a little.

"Mary and I will come down around midday, Arthur," Sebastian said. "She's got her eyes on something in Diagon Alley, and she wanted me to join her. Since Ron isn't coming down today, I'll keep my wife company."

"I'll take the girls with me, then," Arthur said.

"Daughter, remember my words," Sebastian said to Daphne before walking over to Tori. Think before I act, and if I need advice, I should find him. "Enjoy your day, my love."

"You too, father," Tori planted a kiss on Sebastian cheek, and just like that, he was gone.

"Theo should be eating breakfast right now," Arthur began leading the way, and the girls followed after him. I should get some more information on this 'Youth Services' from him… Just to be prepared.

Daphne hastened her pace until she was walking side-by-side with Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, can you please elaborate on these Youth Services?" Daphne asked, and Arthur gave her a warm smile.

"Of course," Arthur replied. "Their main job is to protect, and provide for, wizards and witches who are being raised in troubled homes. Usually, when they are contacted, they run an investigation into any accusations made, and once they have their case, they take it to the Wizengamot. More often than not, the Wizengamot let's them do their jobs without questioning them, but for the heiress of a Family like the Parkinsons… They will need to tackle far too many roadblocks. The Head of the Office, Albert Trope, is a friend of mine. If you want, I can speak to him when I return to work on Monday."

"That would be great," Daphne said. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley."

"I'm happy to help you, Daphne," Arthur said. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll do everything I can to help your friend."

They stopped at the fireplaces, and while Arthur prepared the floo, Daphne rejoined Tracey and Astoria.

"What were you two talking about?" Tori asked. "Were you talking about Ron? Is he really not coming to work today?"

"No, Tori, he's busy," Daphne replied. "You should keep being there for Luna, however. You're doing a good thing, little sister."

"Ugh… Don't be sappy," Tori groaned in a manner that made Daphne cringe.

"Floo's ready, girls," Arthur called, and they all followed him through.

Entering the Burrow was always a pleasant experience, mostly because of the Warming Charms that kept the house nice and toasty. And the smell of breakfast… Mrs. Weasley really is a fantastic cook. Daphne and Tracey lingered behind, while Arthur and Tori wasted no time in heading for the Kitchen.

"Well?" Tracey asked. "What did he tell you?"

"The Youth Services might be able to help Pansy, but it won't be pretty," Daphne replied.

"Of course…" Tracey sighed. "Her parents are filthy rich, and they have powerful friends."

"We have powerful friends as well," Daphne refused to lose hope just yet. "Mr. Weasley is friends with the Head of the Youth Services Office, and he'll make enquiries on our behalf. Right now, we should focus on finding more about Pansy's whereabouts."

"Good morning, girls," Theo walked into the Living Room, a plate of bacon and eggs in his hand. "Mr. Weasley mentioned that you were looking for me? Is everything all right?"

---

Theodore Nott's POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Morning)

Theo had had quite the morning so far. With Malfoy living with his Aunt now, and Ron in France, Theo had the entire morning to himself. He had a much needed one-on-one session with his manly parts, and then, he had lazed about until Molly Weasley had asked him to come down for breakfast. It was odd being the only Slytherin in the house, but Pandora Lovegood had been kind enough to share some stories about Ron's earlier years.

And then, Daphne and Tracey had shown up… What was at first a pleasant morning was now a living headache. He couldn't deny that he too was worried for Pansy, but unlike the girls, Theo had a tendency to think about the uglier details. If Violet Parkinson had indeed locked Pansy away in her room, then none of them could do a damn thing about it. Pansy was not a normal girl; after all, she was the heiress of a very powerful Family. A Family that Daphne's Youth Services could never hope to touch.

"Theo? Any theories?" Tracey asked, and Theo shifted in his spot.

"I'm thinking," Theo said, and then he looked to Daphne. "You said that the letters hadn't been opened?"

"They were untouched," Daphne replied. Fuck, that's not good. "Why do you ask?"

"Your owl no doubt went to the Parkinson Estate, but it never delivered the letters," Theo explained. "Now, if Pansy was locked away in her room, the owl would simply tap on her window, wouldn't it?" The girls nodded. "Unless her parents sealed her window shut, Pansy should've received those letters. I think it's safe to assume that Pansy isn't at the Parkinson Estate."

"Then where would she be?" Tracey asked.

"That… is a good question," Theo rubbed his chin. "The only way to find the answer would be to ask her parents."

"Sure, I'll call them via floo right now," Tracey said dully. She's getting frustrated. She's never been good at this sort of thing. In a way, she's a lot like Ron. She probably wants to kick down their door and demand answers, but that won't work.

"Tracey, let him think," Daphne said. "Go on, Theo."

Theo studied Tracey's worried expression, and he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Look at her… She's miserable being in the dark.

"I… I could try and speak to them," Theo sighed out. What happened to me? When did I start thinking with my heart instead of my brain?

"What do you mean?" Tracey blinked at him.

"I mean that I could go over there, and try and get some answers for us," Theo replied.

"Is that wise, Theo?" Daphne asked.

"Do you have any other ideas?" Theo asked, and Daphne shook her head.

"I can come with you," Daphne offered. "It's not safe to go alone." If Ron finds out that I took you with me, no place on Earth would be safe for me.

"I can come too," Tracey offered, and both Theo and Daphne gave her meaningful looks. "Oh… I see…"

"Lady Parkinson is a hateful hag, Trace," Theo reached forward and squeezed her hand. Why did I do that?! Stop being stupid, Theo!

Daphne said nothing about this open display of affection, while Tracey turned her hand over and held his hand tightly. She… She took my hand…

"I'll go," Theo cleared his throat, and then he pulled his hand back. "Lady Parkinson is sweet on me because of my Family's heritage, so she won't throw me out immediately. If I play my cards right, I could find out something important."

Theo then stood up, and the girls followed suit.

"I don't feel right letting you go alone, Theo," Daphne said.

"They can't do anything to me," Theo assured Daphne. "My father might be old, but he is more powerful than the Parkinsons. Nothing bad will happen to me, girls. I promise." Merlin, I really hope that I'm right.

Theo wasn't going to lie to himself; he knew that he wasn't exactly a brave person. If anything, he always made sure to prioritize his own wellbeing, but seeing Daphne and Tracey, especially Tracey, in such a state was almost unbearable. If Pansy really does need help, then it's my duty to help her. That's what mother would say, I think. Plus, Pansy is my friend, and I promised myself that I'd be a good friend. Time to live up to your promise, Theo.

"Don't stay for too long," Daphne said, and then she placed her hands on his cheeks. "If anything seems off, Theo, please just come back."

"Yes, Ma'am," Theo put on a smirk, and a small smile graced Daphne's face. "I'll be fine, Daphne. Just wait for me to get back, yeah?"

"All right," Daphne agreed as she pulled her hands back. "I'll let the adults know that you're leaving for a bit."

Daphne left the room at that, while Tracey just stayed rooted to her spot.

"I'll see you soon," Theo said as he walked over to the fireplace.

"Wait…" Tracey quickly followed him, and when Theo turned around, she pulled him into a tight hug. "Please be quick, Theo. And don't stay there for too long. Promise me."

"I'm not going to a warzone, Trace," Theo tried to calm her down, but it had the opposite effect.

"This is serious, Theo," Tracey pulled back, and Theo gave her a nod. Don't make light of the situation, Theo. She's not in the mood for jokes.

"I know," Theo said. "I'll find out everything I can, and I'll be back before you know it. I promise."

Tracey leaned forward, and she planted a kiss on his cheek. Theo felt his face flush a little, but he didn't dare say anything.

"You're doing a really sweet thing, Theo," Tracey whispered.

"She's my friend, isn't she?" Theo shrugged. "Slytherin fraternity, and all that…"

"No, you're a good person," Tracey smiled warmly. "I'll be waiting here, okay?"

"Okay."

---

Twenty Minutes Later

"Theodore," Lady Parkinson stepped into the greeting room with a smile, and Theo immediately put on his most charming smile. Merlin, she looks so weird with a smile on her face. It's like she's wearing someone else's face. "My servants just told me that you were here. Welcome."

"It is good to see you again, Lady Parkinson," Theo greeted her.

"What brings you here?" Lady Parkinson asked. "Come, we can talk over some breakfast."

"Thank you," Theo began following her.

"Have you had breakfast? I just hired a new slave, and it makes the best breakfast spread," Lady Parkinson said. If I eat another bite, I'll explode. Trust me, I've been living like a king.

"I'll have to put that claim to the test," Theo chuckled. "Is your husband not home?"

"He is no doubt in the wine cellar," Lady Parkinson replied. "He just had a shipment come in late last night, and he's been ogling it ever since." Father does that quite often.

"May I ask where from?" Theo asked. "My father is a bit of an expert."

"Oh, no one can match Cornelius' palate," Lady Parkinson agreed. "I believe my husband had his stock brought over from Spain. Have you heard of Bobal grapes?"

"Of course," Theo replied. "They are a type of red grape used in winemaking."

"You are indeed your father's son," Lady Parkinson smiled back at him.

They made their way into the lavish living room, and Theo sat down once he was gestured to do so. Lady Parkinson sat down from across him, and when she clapped her hands, a thin Elf Apparated before them.

"Mistress summoned Balby?" the Elf bowed deeply.

"Bring us some breakfast," Lady Parkinson ordered, and the Elf cracked out of the room. "Now, let's talk about you, shall we?"

"I'm an open book," Theo smiled and relaxed into his seat. "What would you like to know?" I'll play along for now, but when I get the chance, I'll ask about Pansy.

"I've heard that you're spending your Break with Blood-Traitors," Lady Parkinson lost some of her politeness. I figured this would come up. "Tell me, why would Cornelius allow such a thing?"

"My father has been around for a long time," Theo started. "And he has learned to spot talent."

"Talent?"

"My friend Ronald is a very talented individual, and my father understands that he has a bright future," Theo explained. "I imagine that I'll be a part of that bright future."

"A bright future," Lady Parkinson smirked. "How can a boy who was raised in a pigsty hope for a bright future?"

Theo felt a sudden flash of anger, but he didn't show it. Bitch.

"You'd have to meet him to understand," Theo replied.

"Oh, I've met him," Lady Parkinson said. "I was not impressed." You'll be impressed when he gets his hands on you. I know Ron, and Ron does not forgive people. In a way, he's worse than us, and he's not afraid of hurting others to get his way.

"He may surprise you yet," Theo said calmly.

"What's it like? Living with… them…?" Lady Parkinson asked. "Is it true that the Weasley children don't wash themselves?"

"Quite the opposite," Theo replied. "Their mother runs a very tight household."

"How so?" Lady Parkinson asked.

"They each have certain tasks allocated to them daily," Theo replied. "Chores, and other such duties."

"Molly Weasley works her children like servants?" Lady Parkinson smirked. You treat your daughter like she's your doll, so I reckon you can just shut the fuck up right now. "Figures… Her husband could never hope to hire a proper servant, and she has the job of teaching her children their lot in life." Please, Merlin, let Ron find this bitch in a dark alleyway by herself. Please.

Balby suddenly cracked into the room, and he placed a large tray full of exquisite meats and cheeses on the coffee table.

"Would Mistress and her guest care for some beverages?" Balby bowed.

"Fresh juice for Theodore, and a glass of water for me," Lady Parkinson dismissed her Elf.

Once the Elf was gone, Lady Parkinson gestured Theo to try some food. Theo, despite being full of Mrs. Weasley's heavenly cooking, helped himself to some salami and cheese. It's good, I can't deny that. Balby returned with their drinks, and after placing them on the coffee table, he cracked away to resume his duties.

"Is Pansy not joining us?" Theo asked. "Or has she eaten already?"

"Is that why you're here?" Lady Parkinson smirked knowingly. Wait… Is she onto me? "A young bachelor such as yourself wishes to see my daughter?" Oh… She thinks I'm here to woo Pansy.

"Pansy and I had plans for the Break," Theo decided to take the opportunity presented to him. "We've become… close… over the last few months."

"Close?" Lady Parkinson looked far too pleased. For a woman who was sold to her husband, she's quite eager to sell off her own daughter.

"She's a very beautiful girl, and one of my closest friends," Theo smiled. "And lately, I've noticed that she's not the little girl that I became friends with." She does have a really nice figure, and she dresses in a very eye-catching manner. Wait… Focus, you imbecile.

"She is becoming a woman," Lady Parkinson nodded in understanding.

"I have tried to send her owls, but she's been ignoring them, I think," Theo said in a 'weak' tone. "At first, I thought that she was just trying to play her games with me, but it's been days, and I don't know what to think anymore."

"You sound very taken with her," Lady Parkinson chuckled. "She's lucky that such a fine young wizard is so enraptured with her."

"I was hoping to see her today," Theo said. "Maybe ask her to go to Diagon Alley with me… But only if I have your blessing, of course." C'mon, take the bait. What are you waiting for?

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but Pansy is away at the moment," Lady Parkinson said. Away?

"Away? For how long?" Theo asked.

"Until the thirtieth of December," Lady Parkinson replied. "I'm afraid that you won't be able to see her until Hogwarts reopens." Thirtieth of December… Why does that date sound so familiar to me? Should I ask her to elaborate?

"I see," Theo adorned a disappointed look. "So she hasn't been ignoring my letters, then?"

"No, Theodore," Lady Parkinson replied. "Did your owl return to you?"

"It did," Theo replied. "I thought that she had sent my owl back, but I'm glad that that's not the case. I was worried that I had come across as forceful." The thirtieth of December… Oh, shit… Oh, shit!

Theo remembered why that date was so familiar to him, and the realization caused a knot in his stomach. The Carrow Camp. Father used to send me to it when I was younger. Pansy is no doubt going through their 'education' program. They're filling her head with Pure-Blood ideals, and knowing her, she's earned the cane more than a few times. Fuck!

"Theodore? Are you all right?" Lady Parkinson asked.

"Just a little disappointed," Theo fixed his composure. "I'll wait until Hogsmeade Weekend to ask her out again." If the Carrows have hurt her, I swear to the Gods… You won't have to worry about Ron, you bitch. I will make it my life's goal to ruin your life.

"I am happy to hear that," Lady Parkinson smiled. "You come from good stock, Theodore." Good stock? You might be a cow, but I'm not. And neither is Pansy.

"I would be very grateful if you could keep this visit between us, Lady Parkinson," Theo said. "I don't want Pansy to-"

"Think that you're being forceful," Lady Parkinson nodded in understanding. "Young love is always complicated." Do you even know what the word 'love' means? How many times have you beaten your daughter because she dared to think for herself?

"I think I'll be on my way," Theo stood up, and Lady Parkinson gave him a nod.

"Good luck in wooing my daughter, Theodore," Lady Parkinson said. "You have my blessing."

"Thank you," Theo gave a respectful bow, and then he began to leave.

"Oh, just one more thing," Lady Parkinson called out, and Theo turned to face her. "You have my blessing, but only if you stop associating with that red-haired dog." Red-haired dog? Don't you dare speak about him like that.

"Ronald is friends with Pansy as well, Lady Parkinson," Theo pointed out politely.

"He won't be for long," Lady Parkinson said calmly. What? "Times are changing, Theodore, and I don't want to see beautiful, pure children like you be weighed down by such filth. You are all growing up now, and so, you must think of your futures. My daughter's future does not contain Blood-Traitors."

"I understand."

---

Ten Minutes Later

Theo stepped into the Burrow with a foul taste in his mouth; it had taken so much willpower to not Hex that bat in her face. The way she spoke about Ron and Pansy… Lady Parkinson, you've made an enemy today.

"You're back," came Tracey's voice, and Theo suddenly found himself being squeezed tightly.

"Told you I'd be fine," Theo put his arms around her. Her hair smells really nice.

Behind Tracey was Daphne, and she looked visibly relieved to see him back in one piece.

"Did you worry as well?" Theo smirked at Daphne.

"Not as much as Tracey," Daphne smirked back, and Tracey quickly let go of Theo.

"Sorry…" Tracey looked bashful.

"No… Hug me whenever you want," Theo chuckled a little nervously. Wow… I'm an idiot for saying that.

Tracey gave him a growing smile, and Theo felt his shoulders relax a little. I think I'm safe.

"Let's go up to Ron's room," Daphne said. "You can tell us what you found out there."

"Did you find anything?" Tracey asked as they began to head upstairs.

"I did," Theo replied. "But I'd rather not say anything where other people can hear us. It's not good."

Daphne and Tracey exchanged quick looks, but they didn't press him further. I can't believe Pansy's been stuck with Amycus and Alecto Carrow, while we've been enjoying grand feasts and each other's company. I thought Blaise had it bad when he told me that he was spending Christmas alone, but this is so much worse. As soon as they entered Ron's room, Daphne closed and locked the door.

"Well?" Daphne asked with a worried look. Goodbye, Ice-Queen. Hello, Daphne Greengrass. "Is Pansy all right? Is she hurt? Why hasn't she returned our letters?"

"She's not home," Theo walked over and sat down on his bed, and the girls quickly sat down on Ron's. "She's at the Carrows' Camp."

"What?" Daphne muttered, while Tracey looked a little lost. "Theo, are you sure about this?"

"Carrow? As in Hestia and Flora?" Tracey asked.

"Their aunt and uncle hold this education camp at the end of the year," Theo told Tracey. "Basically, it's a camp for Pure-Blood children. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Millie, Pansy, and myself used to attend it when we were younger. We were taught the Old Ways at this camp…"

"The Old Ways?" Tracey asked, and Theo shifted in his spot a little. "You mean you were all taught to hate Muggles and Muggle-Borns?"

"Truth be told… Yes," Theo replied, he didn't know why he felt so horrible for admitting that. "Amycus and Alecto Carrow taught us all sorts of things, but knowing what I know now, I know that they were just lying most of the time. They taught us that Muggles carried diseases, and that Muggle-Borns steal Magic from us. When we were all little, we believed those stories." I would still believe them if it weren't for Ron. And Tracey. Especially Tracey.

"That's sick…" Tracey looked disgusted. "Daphne, did you go to this 'camp'?"

"Father doesn't like the Carrow Family much, so Tori and I were spared," Daphne replied. "But I've heard things about this camp. Awful things."

"What sort of awful things?" Tracey looked to Theo.

"The Carrows were… are… cruel teachers," Theo replied. "They used to hit us with canes if we ever broke their rules. Some of the older kids used to get Hexed, even. Trust me when I say this, we treated their words as gospel. At first, it was to escape punishment, but eventually, you just start to believe whatever comes out of their mouth."

"My God…" Tracey looked quite shaken. "I had no idea that something like this even existed…"

"They only accept Pure-Bloods," Daphne told Tracey.

"She's been there the entire Break, and won't be let out until the thirtieth," Theo said. "We won't see her until she's on the Hogwarts Express with us. It's out of our hands for now."

"We're just leaving her there?" Tracey asked. "No… No way! Guys! Pansy isn't safe there!"

"Tracey… Volume," Daphne said. "And Theo's right. We can't do much about it right now."

"Ron will think of something," Tracey said, and Theo wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Trace… He's already under so much stress," Theo said. "Look, I know that he has a way of achieving impossible results, but you girls tend to put everything on his shoulders. It's… It's not fair to him, and I promise you, if you tell him about this, he'll start obsessing over it. He'll probably kick their fucking door down in order to kidnap Pansy."

"Good," Tracey said. "Pansy's changed so much in the last two years… The Carrows are probably hurting her constantly." Fuck, she looks really scared. Isn't there something that I can do about this? I don't want Ron to stress even more, but at the same time, I don't have his boldness. C'mon, Theo… Think.

"Damn Violet Parkinson to hell," Daphne shook her head. "How could she do this to Pansy? And during Christmas Break?"

Theo tried his best to think of a plan, but nothing short of kidnapping Pansy would work. If we even step onto their property without their permission, we'll be charged with trespassing. If we do somehow steal Pansy away, her parents will send her right back. If we keep Pansy with us, her parents will have us charged with kidnapping. And even if we manage to get away with stealing Pansy away, she'll be back at that camp next year.

"I'm sorry, Trace… We can't do anything for her right now," Theo said apologetically. "We're not her parents, and if we try anything, we'll always end up short. Right now, the only thing we can do is to wait."

"Wait for what?" Tracey asked. "For her to show up at Hogwarts with injuries? No… Let's just keep thinking. Please."

"We have to tell Ron," Daphne said to Theo. "I agree with you on waiting, Theo, but Ron has to know. If he finds out from someone else, and then learns that we knew all along, he'll be beyond angry." He'll be hurt, and we all know what Ron does to people who hurt him.

"Why are you two so quick to give up?" Tracey suddenly got angry.

"Because we're thinking with our heads," Theo replied, and he instantly regretted his words when she gave him a wounded look. "No… Trace, I didn't mean it like that… I'm just frustrated, that's all. I want to help Pansy, you know I do, but our hands really are tied this time. We don't have a say in this, and if we do something rash, it would all come back to hurt Pansy."

"What about the Youth Services?" Tracey looked to Daphne. "If we can prove to them that Pansy is need of help, maybe they'll help her."

"The Ministry is bought and paid for by the Old Families," Daphne replied. "Starting a case against Pansy's parents could take weeks… Maybe even months."

"Then let's go to Lord Greengrass," Tracey urged. "Maybe he'll give us some advice on all of this. Your dad is the richest wizard in Europe, isn't he?" Merlin, she'll never let this go. Not until Pansy is safe with us. Are Daphne and I really giving up too easily?

"It couldn't hurt to ask him for help," Theo said, and Daphne gave him a nod. "But before we do that… What do we do about Ron?"

"We tell him the truth, and then I'll do my best to keep him from losing his temper," Daphne replied. "Hiding this from him is out of the question."

"Can you keep him calm?" Theo had to ask. "I mean, he's very protective of Pansy." He's very protective of us all, really, but Pansy especially. I wonder why that is. Maybe it's because Pansy is more prone to crying? Whatever, it isn't important.

"Once I explain everything to him, he'll do what's best for her," Daphne replied. "He might hate it, but I know him… He'll never do anything to put Pansy in harm's way."

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Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The French Ministry – Afternoon)

"It's been six hours," Crouch suddenly stood up. Merlin, has he finally stopped grumbling?

"Yes, I have a watch as well," Ron drawled, and Crouch shot him a frown. "Sorry… I'm going crazy in this room…" No one's been here since Mathew dropped off my breakfast. As for Crouch… He's terrible company. I'd rather hold a conversation with a bag of bricks.

"To say that this is against all protocol is putting it mildly," Crouch said.

"I don't think they care much for protocol right now," Ron said. "Sir, please sit down. You're giving me anxiety by pacing up and down." You're supposed to be the adult here. "Have some soup."

"I have missed seven appointments already," Crouch went on.

"If you're so bothered, why don't you just use your wand to escape?" Ron lost his patience. "No? Not going to do that? Then sit down, and be patient."

"Do you speak to all adults in such a manner?" Crouch demanded.

"Mostly, yes," Ron replied.

"I am your boss, and you will-"

"How about you act like my boss, then?" Ron cut in, and Crouch clenched his jaw. "Sit. Down." Annoying cunt. If he doesn't shut the fuck up, I'll kill him next.

The door suddenly clicked open, and both Ron and Crouch immediately looked to it. Durand stepped inside with a sorry look; there was a jug of orange juice floating behind him.

"You said that you'd take care of this, Durand," Crouch sneered at the man. Do they know each other? Wait… Durand fought in the Great War, and Crouch led the Ministry side of things.

"Forgive me, Sir, but the Minister is…" Durand stopped himself. "The man has been a headache for all of us. Any minute now, he'll come down here and apologize to you both for this, and then he'll thank you for your cooperation."

"So you found the culprit?" Ron asked.

"No," Durand replied as the jug of juice floated onto the table. "Here, Ronald… Drink this." I'm not drinking a damn thing from you. For all I know, there's something in that juice.

"He will do no such thing," Crouch cut in. "How do I know that you're not dosing my employee with Veritaserum?"

Durand poured himself a glass, and he took a long sip. Oh…

"He needs to stay hydrated," Durand looked to Ron, and then he offered Ron the glass. "I spoke with Poppy Pomfrey, and after she stopped scolding me as if I were a schoolboy, she told me to keep you full of liquids." Ha, she scolded a Head Auror. Classic Madam Pomfrey.

"Thanks," Ron took the glass and drank deeply from it. Merlin… I needed that. I had no idea I was so thirsty.

"Here," Durand filled his glass again, and Ron downed it all in one go. "I'm really sorry for holding you in here while you're recovering, slugger. I've been trying my best to get you out of here, but bureaucracy has a way of slowing down progress."

"It's okay…" Ron gave a half-smile. I like this guy. He seems kind. "Can you tell us anything about the investigation?"

"I owe you that much," Durand looked to Crouch, who took his seat once more. "It was the bread."

"The bread?" Crouch asked.

"The bread was laced with the poison," Durand replied. "As it turns out, the food being given to the Abadies was not from the Ministry. They were being fed five-star meals from the best restaurants in Magical Paris."

"What?" Ron was genuinely surprised, while Crouch just looked annoyed. "Do you people normally feed prisoners such divine foods?" If so, please lock me the fuck up.

"The rich stay rich, Ronald, even in prison cells," Crouch said. Did he just call me Ronald? "The French Minister no doubt kept their stay here as comfortable as possible in order to avoid any bad blood if they were victorious in their trial." That's some corrupt horseshit right there.

"And he decided to keep this information away from the rest of us," Durand looked thoroughly put off.

"Do you know where this poisoned bread came from?" Crouch asked.

"A bakery called King Solomon's Bakery," Durand replied, and Ron's ears perked up. Solomon… There's that name again. "They have a bunch of chains open throughout Europe. So far, we can't prove that they poisoned the bread. Unless we catch the assassin behind this, there's not much that we can do."

"Do you have any ideas on who could have hired this assassin?" Crouch asked.

"Could be a thousand different people… Lord and Lady Abadie had many enemies," Durand replied, and then he looked to Ron. "Some people are saying that you somehow did this, but it's all just speculation."

"People love spreading lies, don't they?" Ron shook his head. Still, some people will think twice before crossing me now.

Durand went to say something, but the door clicked open once again. Minister Wallace and Roberta Berger stepped inside, and Berger gave Durand an exasperated look. They seem to be getting along since my last visit.

"Minister Wallace," Crouch stood up, and Ron followed suit.

"Mr. Crouch," Wallace smiled, it looked rather forced. "Let me start by apologizing to you for our poor hospitality. We are currently in lockdown due to the recent tragedy-"

"We would have happily cooperated if you had only asked us first," Crouch cut in. "Instead, you have wasted our day, and insulted us by keeping us trapped within this room."

"We had to make sure that Mr. Weasley's alibi checked out," Wallace said. "I am sorry that you feel like your day has been wasted, but two people were murdered." Is he trying to spin this? He made Emilia's job a million times easier by bringing in food from outside. Plus, he didn't even tell his own Aurors what he was doing.

"Your lack of protocol got them killed," Ron stated bluntly. "If you hadn't brought in five-star meals from outside, they'd still be alive."

"I see that Head Auror Durand has informed you of what happened," Wallace didn't look too happy.

"I felt it necessary," Durand said unapologetically. "This is Bartemius Crouch Snr that we locked up… He is owed more respect than this." Yeah, they definitely worked together during the Great War. Durand comes across as a loyal soldier, and I quite like that.

Ron looked to Roberta Berger, who was giving Durand a not so subtle lookover. She likes it too, it seems.

"Ronald and I will be returning to Britain," Crouch told Wallace. "I am sorry for what happened here, but this is French business. We have no information to share, and now that Ronald is 'cleared', we have no reason to be here." Yes… Let's go home already.

"Certainly," Wallace looked to Berger, who pulled out a shiny coin wrapped within a handkerchief. "This Portkey will take you both back to the British Ministry. If you learn anything, please do not hesitate to contact us."

"Thank you," Crouch said, though he sounded anything but grateful.

Berger handed Crouch the handkerchief, and Ron stepped up to Crouch's side.

"It was good to see you again, Sir," Durand said, and Crouch gave him a courteous nod. "Stay in bed and recover, slugger."

"Will do," Ron said.

"Are you ready?" Crouch asked Ron, who gave a nod.

They both put their fingers on the coin at the same time, and Ron saw the world around him explode in blinding light.

---

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Late Afternoon)

Ron stepped into the Burrow, and he immediately found his siblings and the Trio loitering about. They all stopped talking at the sight of him, and Ron gave them a wave.

"Hello," Ron greeted. Where are my friends? Probably upstairs.

"You're finally back," Bill looked quite relieved. "Mum and dad have been waiting for you, Ron."

"Right," Ron rubbed his face, he was feeling quite tired. It's the lack of actual food. I feel drained of my strength.

"What was the emergency?" Charlie asked, and Ron saw multiple ears perk up. Should I tell them? I mean, this will be in the newspaper tomorrow. There's no way that the French Ministry can hide something like this, and according to Crouch, Minister Wallace is bound to be fired for his idiocy. This is going to be the talk of the Wizarding World for at least a month.

"Lord and Lady Abadie are dead," Ron told them, and he heard Hermione gasp. "Poisoned in their prison cells… I can't say more than that. Where are mum and dad?"

"In the Kitchen," Ginny replied.

"Right…" Ron said, his eyes moving between Ginny and the others. She's sitting all by herself. Again. Where are Luna and Tori?

Ron made his way out of the Living Room, ignoring his siblings' hushed whispers. As soon as he stepped into the Kitchen, he spotted the adults spending some quality time together.

"Ron, you're back," Pandora smiled at him.

"Yes, and in one piece," Ron spared his mother a glance.

"What happened?" Lord Greengrass asked with a serious expression.

"Lord and Lady Abadie are dead," Ron replied, causing multiple people to go wide-eyed.

"Dead?" James blinked.

"They were poisoned by an assassin," Ron clarified. "The French Ministry is under lockdown right now, but news of this will break out very soon."

"Why did they want you there?" Arthur couldn't help but ask. "They didn't show you the bodies, did they?" Merlin, I wish I could have seen that whore's corpse.

"No, but I was suspected of their murder," Ron replied.

"What?!" Molly looked scandalized. "They couldn't possibly suspect a child of this heinous crime, could they?!" A child? Well… This is awkward, isn't it?

"I spent most of the day in an interrogation room," Ron sighed out. "Can I have some soup, mum? I'm really hungry."

"Take a seat," Molly quickly got to work, and Ron planted himself in the chair next to Pandora.

As if reading his mind, Pandora scratched the back of his head lovingly. Maybe I'll take a nap after eating. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Tell us what happened, Ron," Sirius said. "Did they question you?"

"No," Ron shook his head. "Truth be told, the only person who suspected me to be behind this was Minister Wallace, but that was only because he was the idiot who let this happen in the first place. He was feeding the Abadies five-star meals from various restaurants, and the assassin used that opportunity to smuggle in poisoned bread-"

"What are you lot doing?" Sirius suddenly spoke to the doorway, and Ron looked back only to see the twins dash out of sight. Are they still planning to follow me around everywhere? What the fuck? This is more annoying than them grilling me…

"Go on, Ron," Mary said. "Tell us what else happened."

"Honestly, I was locked up in a room all day," Ron said.

"Do they still suspect you?" Lord Greengrass asked.

"No, that got cleared up," Ron replied. "I told them that I was recovering from a surgery, and the French Head Auror, Paul Durand, confirmed my alibi with Madam Pomfrey. It was just the Minister who was being an idiot, but I think it was simply because he wanted to look like he was keeping everything under control. Looking busy, you know?"

"Politicians…" Susana shook her head.

"So you're cleared of any suspicion?" Xeno asked for clarification.

"Yes," Ron replied. "After wasting my day, they sent me home without question."

"Here you go," Molly planted a large bowl of soup in front of Ron. Is she still angry with me? She doesn't look angry.

"Thank you," Ron said before starting his lunch. "Lord Greengrass… I'm sorry for not coming down this morning."

"I understand," Lord Greengrass stopped him. "This was something out of your control." Really? Just like that? I feel like we haven't really spoken since the whole 'sneaking off to France' situation. I'll wait and see if he approaches me on his own, but if he doesn't, I'll approach him myself.

"Mum, can I eat up in my room?" Ron asked. "Please?"

"Oh… Fine…" Molly agreed. "But you'd better bring that bowl back down, Ron. I don't want to find dirty dishes in your room."

"Yes, mum," Ron promised.

---

Molly Weasley's POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Late Afternoon)

"We should just tell them already," Susana said once Ron was gone.

"She's right," James agreed with his wife. "Telling them a day before the Hogwarts Express leaves is unwise. They need time to digest something like this."

"My children just found out that their brother is terminally ill," Arthur sighed out.

"Give them a moment for pity's sake," Sirius added.

"By waiting around, we lose the chance to prepare them ourselves," Sebastian said. "Their lives are about to change, and if we don't teach them to cope, then who will? Dumbledore?"

They had spent the entire day discussing the war, but in the end, everyone had their own ideas on how to break the news to the children. Bill, Charlie, and Kirsten were godsends because they were keeping the young ones busy and distracted, but Molly was sure that sooner or later, her children would figure out that something else was bothering the adults. I don't like to disagree with Arthur, but if we don't teach them how to behave during these times, they could get hurt.

"The mere knowledge of what's coming will change how they behave at school," Xeno said. "If they're not careful, then this could spread, and we'd all be in danger."

"Why does it have to be today, or the last day?" Pandora asked. "Ron's had a troubling day, and dropping this into his lap right now could hurt him. We can always tell them tomorrow."

"As long as we have time to sit them all down, and tell them how to behave moving forward, I'm all for it," Mary said. "But we can't wait for too long."

"What about Theodore?" Molly spoke up. Why have we not discussed that boy? He's in danger as well, is he not? Maybe even in more danger than the others. His father is no doubt helping the Dark Lord.

"I hate to be the one who says this…" James started. "But he will probably follow in his father's-"

"James," Susana stopped her husband with a deep frown. "That boy is your daughter's friend. How can you say that?"

"He's being logical," Sebastian said. "Despite Cornelius' old age, I know for a fact that he's very close with his son. Family ties can lead to poor decisions-"

"Then we should help him," Molly wasn't going to hear the rest. "He's lived with us. Eaten at our table. How can any of you even think to leave him in the dark?" I don't care what the final decision is; I'll tell him myself if I have to. "No, we will sit him down with the rest, and explain everything. What he does after that is up to him, but we shouldn't just write him off because of his father."

"Molly…" Arthur sighed out.

"I know, Arthur," Molly remembered her old hatred of Cornelius Nott. "I know that his father helped murder my own brothers… But seeing Theodore around the Burrow… How he makes Ron laugh, how he helps me in the garden… I won't let him leave until he knows. This is my house, and I have a say in who can find refuge here." Molly then looked to Arthur. "When Ron collapsed, it was Theodore and Draco who kept me from losing my mind."

Arthur looked down at the table for a moment, and then he gave a weak nod.

"Of course," Arthur agreed with his wife. "We'll talk to him as well." Good.

"And what if he tells his father everything?" Sebastian asked. "Then what?"

"Then we'll deal with it," Sirius gave Molly a nod. "Molly's right… Theo's just a kid, and if we don't talk to him, he could end up getting branded against his will. Seb… C'mon, mate… You'd really let something like that happen to a child?"

"If it protects my daughters, then yes," Sebastian said coldly. This man… Sometimes, I wonder if he was even forced to join that lot.

"Sebastian…" Mary said. "Enough. You'll lose your daughters if you let their friend get hurt."

Sebastian just stared at Mary, and then he quietly looked back ahead. What's he thinking?

"I'll talk to him," Sebastian said suddenly. "I'll show him what happens to the poor souls who fall into the Dark Lord's hands. After that, if he still chooses to follow after his father, our children will not associate with him."

"I agree with Sebastian," James said. "I only have one daughter, and I can't take risks. Not again."

"Then we tell them tomorrow?" Xeno asked. "Are we all agreed on that?"

"Tomorrow," Arthur nodded. "Sirius, what do you plan to do about Harry? Do you still think that he'll want to be on the frontline?"

"Oh, he'll want to fight," Sirius said proudly.

"But he shouldn't," Molly said. "He's only thirteen."

"What he chooses to do is up to him," Sirius said. "The Dark Lord wants Harry, and sooner or later, they'll meet each other again. If Harry chooses to fight, then Remus and I will be right by his side."

"I hope you're not planning to encourage him, Sirius," Pandora said. He sounds like he is. "You remember the last war, don't you? Do really want your son to face such horrors? And at such a young age?" His son?

"No, I don't, but I've learned that life seldom works out as you plan it," Sirius replied. "We're talking about the Dark Lord here… The fucking Dark Lord… He'll find a way to get to Harry, and I don't think any of us can keep him away indefinitely. Harry needs to be ready."

The sound of footsteps halted their conversation, and Molly looked to see Theodore coming down the stairs with an empty bowl in his hand. Ron finished his lunch, then. That's good. I hate not being able to feed him properly, but Poppy was adamant about it.

"I'll wash that, dear," Molly took the bowl from Theodore. "Is Ron feeling better?"

"He fell asleep as soon as he finished eating," Theodore replied.

"Oh… Well, don't let him sleep for too long," Molly said. "Otherwise, he'll be up all night."

"I'll wake him up in a couple of hours," Theodore smiled.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some snacks?" Molly asked, there was a dull ache in her heart right now. What if this poor boy dies? So many children died in the last war. Control yourself, Molly… Don't tear up in front of him.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Theodore asked slowly, and then he looked to the other adults. "Um… Is everything all right?"

"Of course," Molly put on a smile. "How about some fried pork rind? I'll fix you up a big bowl."

"I can't say no to that," Theodore chuckled. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." He's very skinny for a boy his age… I'll use my biggest bowl.

---

Tracey Davis' POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Late Evening)

By the time Theo and Daphne had finished explaining Pansy's situation to Ron, Tracey had found herself wanting to run away and hide.

Ron had woken up from his nap in a disturbingly happy mood, especially considering his day at French Ministry, but that happy mood was short lived due to Pansy's current situation. At first, Ron had asked question after question, but the more he learned about their day, the quieter he became. And now, he was staring at his friends in a very familiar way. Any minute now, he's going to lose his temper.

"So, basically, our friend is being held at a Death-Eater training camp," Ron finally spoke up, and they all shrunk because of his cold tone. Death-Eater training camp? I suppose he's not wrong, but Death-Eaters are a thing of the past. "And you three idiots decided to let me take a nap?"

"You looked exhausted-" Theo started.

"I don't care how I looked!" Ron snapped as he stood up, making everyone flinch. "Useless pieces of shit!" Oh, God…

Tracey's eyes darted towards Daphne, who was staring at the floor with a scared look. I knew that we should've told him immediately, but no, you two just had to wait, didn't you? Ron suddenly began pacing, his hands clenching and unclenching.

"Do something…" Theo whispered to Daphne.

"Ron, we can discuss-" Daphne started.

"Why?" Ron glared at her. "Why keep this from me? Huh?! And don't you dare say that it was for my own good, Daphne… You don't keep shit like this from me!"

Ron began pacing again, muttering something under his breath. Tracey, Theo, and Daphne exchanged looks, but none of them had the strength to say anything. Ron was starting to look murderous, and when he turned and cracked his neck, Tracey once again felt the urge to run away and hide. She loved Ron with all of her heart, but when he was this angry… God help her, she could barely breathe properly. Just don't make a sound, Tracey. Just be perfectly quiet.

Ron suddenly stopped pacing, and Tracey's breathing hitched. He just stood there, staring at the wall with a dark look, and then, his hands found his face. They could hear him breathing hard through his hands, and Tracey figured that he was trying to calm himself down. That, or he's starting to panic over Pansy's wellbeing.

"Ron, please sit down," Daphne spoke up, but Ron didn't even register her words.

"She's all alone out there…" Ron muttered to himself, his fingers digging into his forehead.

"She's not in any life-threatening danger," Theo provided, and Ron slowly turned to face him. "I mean… The Carrows are cruel, but they'd never cause her permanent damage… She's still a Parkinson…"

"Theo, stop talking," Tracey whispered. For God's sake, he'll throw you out of a window.

Seeing Ron's face turn even colder, Theo quickly closed his mouth.

"Not in any life-threatening danger?" Ron asked Theo, who looked down at the floor. "Is that when we should start worrying?" Ron then looked to Daphne. "And you… Pansy doesn't return your letters, and you don't act until your owl returns? How long have you been worried for Pansy? Why not say anything until now?"

"At least I noticed, Ron!" Daphne stood up. They're about to fight, aren't they? "You didn't notice at all! Have you even sent any of our friends an owl since the Break started?!"

Theo nudged Tracey to move, but she stayed perfectly still. We can't leave… He'll tear us a new one for walking away.

"No, I haven't," Ron replied a little too calmly, which jarred the others. "I've been tackling a million things at once, so please, forgive me for my lack of oversight just this once. Obviously, if I'm not constantly worrying over you lot, you can't do a single thing right." That hurts… I won't lie.

Daphne went to say something, but Ron silenced her by raising his hand.

"It's fine…" Ron shook his head with an almost disgusted look. "Now that I know, I'll fix this all by myself… As always. You three can just sit there with your thumbs up your arses." Ron then headed for the door. "Fucking clowns, the lot of you."

"Where are you going?" Daphne ran into his way, blocking the door with her body. "You can't barge in and make things worse for her, Ron! I won't let you!"

"I'm heading downstairs to speak to my father," Ron said dully. "I want to speak to his friend in the Youth Services Office."

"Oh…" Daphne blinked.

"What?" Ron sneered. "You think I'm going to rush into that disgusting camp in order to steal Pansy away in the dead of night? Do you think I'm stupid, Daphne?"

"Of… Of course not…" Daphne shrunk a little. God, his 'calm rage' is worse than his full-blown rage.

"Step out of the way… I'll take it from here," Ron ordered, and Daphne slowly slid aside.

And just like that, Ron was gone. Tracey felt her entire body sag, both from relief and tiredness. On the one hand, she was happy that Ron was on the case. If anyone could help Pansy, it was the young wizard who never learned to back down. But on the other, she felt wretched because of his angry comments. Tracey didn't even notice Theo leave her side in order to comfort Daphne, who was struggling not to tear up.

"It's all right, Daphne," came Theo's voice, and Tracey looked to see him giving her a one-armed hug. "He didn't mean any of that… He's just a prick when he's angry."

"I… I know…" Daphne dabbed her eyes, and Tracey quickly joined them. "I should've brought this up sooner, though…"

"You can't change what's happened," Theo said calmingly. "No matter what anyone says, you were the first to take notice. And without us, Ron wouldn't have a damn clue about any of this. He's just scared for Pansy, but unlike us, he has a tendency to turn his fear into anger. Let him cool off a bit, and then, we'll sit him down and talk to him."

"He's not her only friend," Tracey spoke up as she took Daphne's hand. "We'll all help her, and if Ron doesn't like that, then that's his problem."

Daphne nodded weakly, there were thick tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'll go down and keep an eye on him," Theo said. "Trace, can you stay here?"

"Of course," Tracey agreed. "Daph, let's sit down for a bit."

"Okay…" Daphne looked even closer to crying than before.

---

Ronald Weasley's POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Burrow – Late Evening)

There were days when Ron hated waking up, and today had turned into one of those days.

Learning the truth about Pansy's situation had filled him with anger, guilt, and a feeling of powerlessness. He knew that his anger was being displaced, but as he had sat there and listened to the half-assed solutions of his friends, he had come to realize that they were more concerned with not causing a stir. Tracey, unlike Theo and Daphne, was the only one who was willing to break some rules, but she too was now convinced that waiting was the best option.

But Ron knew better… He had seen Pansy die in front of his very eyes. He had wept over her corpse. He had mourned her. Tracey, Theo, and Daphne seemed to believe that at the end of the day, Pansy wasn't in any real danger. They had constantly stressed that point to him, but Ron had seen Pansy's murder at the hands of her own mother. How was he supposed to believe them? How was he supposed to explain to them that Pansy's mother was willing to murder her own daughter if Pansy didn't live up to her disgusting beliefs? He couldn't, and that only served to make him feel weaker.

Their plan was to 'just wait'… They planned to speak to Pansy after the Break, and even then, Daphne kept saying that they didn't plan to force her into anything. Eventually, it was too much for Ron, and he had given into his anger. Not only was he scared for his friend's wellbeing, he was also feeling an immense amount of guilt for not watching over her. Daphne had hit a raw nerve when she had told him that he hadn't even noticed Pansy's absence, because the truth was that Ron hadn't noticed. He hadn't even thought of Pansy. Or Blaise. Or Millie. He was too busy with the French, and although a part of him wanted to use that as an excuse, Ron couldn't bring himself to look past his neglect of his friends.

Anger, guilt, and a feeling of powerlessness… It had been too much. How could he not have noticed? Why didn't he owl her? Because you're a selfish piece of garbage, Ron. She's been suffering all by herself, but you could only focus on your own problems. Selfish! You promised to watch out for her, didn't you? Ron felt a sharp pang of pain crawl up his spine and into his brain, but he ignored it. He was used to being in pain at this point… But Pansy isn't. If they've hurt her… I'll kill them. We'll kill them all!

Ron stopped at the base of the stairs, his eyes landing on his father. Albert Trope. I need to speak to that man about emancipation. It's the only way to get Pansy away from her parents. It won't be long before they drag her into their war, and she's not built for such a thing.

"Oh, you're awake," Pandora smiled at him.

"Dad, can I speak to you? Outside?" Ron asked, and his father gave a slow nod.

Ron all but flew out of the back exit, no doubt earning confused and worried looks from the parents. It was cold outside, and the sun was starting to set. Damn… I can't see him today, can I? Fuck, why did they have to wait? They could've seen him during the day if they weren't so fucking lazy!

"Ron? What's gotten into you, son?" Arthur asked as he closed the door behind him.

"I just learned about Pansy," Ron said, and Arthur closed his eyes and nodded solemnly.

"I'm sorry," Arthur said. "It's terrible that her own parents are sending her to such places."

"They've told you everything, then?" Ron asked.

"We spoke while you were in France," Arthur replied. "They wanted advice from Sebastian and myself, and we told them to be patient."

"You told them to be patient…" Ron muttered under his breath. "Whatever… Dad, I want to meet this Albert Trope as soon as possible. Where does he live?"

"I don't know," Arthur gave Ron a quizzical look. "Son… Your friends agreed to wait-"

"I don't wait," Ron said bluntly. "Every day I wait, Pansy is being tormented by the Carrow cunts."

"Language…" Arthur sighed out. "Ron, relax… Please? I don't know where Albert lives because we're not that close, but I will speak to him at work on Monday."

"I'm sure there are ways of finding out where he lives," Ron said. "The sooner I speak to him, the sooner we can start helping Pansy."

"It's Sunday tomorrow," Arthur said. "You can't just show up at his house, Ron… It's not proper." Proper? What?

"Look, you let me worry about what's proper," Ron started. "Is there any way that you can help me find out where he lives?"

"Ron, your mother and I have something important to discuss with you tomorrow," Arthur said. What? The war? Are you finally going to let us know?

"I'm sure whatever you want to discuss won't last the whole day," Ron said. "I only need to speak to this man for an hour at most."

"What do you need to speak to him about?" Arthur asked.

"Emancipation," Ron replied.

"Gods…" Arthur muttered, he looked quite taken aback. "Ron, I know that she's your friend, but emancipation? Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"You don't know her mother," Ron replied. "Dad, Violet Parkinson is very dangerous… She's unhinged. She hurts Pansy, and has been doing so since Pansy was a little girl. Pansy is terrified of this woman. She shouldn't be living in a house where she's afraid to even speak her mind."

"And who will take care of her once you convince her to walk away from her Family?" Arthur asked.

"I'll take care of her," Ron replied. I have a ton of Galleons in my vault, and Pansy can have complete access to it. It's not like I'll be around to use it all, anyway.

"Do you hear yourself?" Arthur asked. "Ron… This is extreme, even for you."

Ron felt his temper flare up, but he somehow managed to contain it.

"Can you help me, or not?" Ron asked.

"Right now?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, dad… Now," Ron replied.

"I'll… I'll go to the Ministry… I'm sure I can find out where he lives," Arthur looked rather tired all of a sudden. "But, Ron… I'm warning you right now. This is very serious business, and you need to think of what's best for your friend."

"I'll be waiting," Ron said as he walked over and sat down on a nearby bench.

Arthur lingered for a bit, but sensing that Ron wanted to be left alone, he left to go find out where Albert Trope lived. Once his father was gone, Ron buried his face in his hands. Please, hurry… I'm going to lose my mind if I have to wait for too long. He heard the back door open, and he spared a glance in its direction. Theo shut the door behind him, and then he walked up to Ron with an expressionless mask for a face.

"You were a right prick just before-" Theo started.

"Don't fucking push me right now, Theo," Ron warned outright. "Just leave me alone to think."

"Think of what?" Theo asked as he sat down to Ron's right.

"Pansy," Ron looked ahead. "You say that the Carrows regularly hit their charges?"

"They do," Theo sighed out.

"That can't be legal," Ron felt his heart clench. I hope Pansy's keeping her head down.

"It's complicated," Theo muttered.

"No, it really isn't," Ron fought the urge to sneer. "I get that you feel the need to defend how you were raised, Theo, but we both know that beating children for thinking differently is fucked up." If someone put their hands on me for my beliefs, I'd rip their fucking spine out.

"I'm not defending the Carrows…" Theo said lamely. "I'm… I don't know… For some reason, I don't want you to think that it was all bad. Do you understand? I had a happy childhood, for the most part, but the Carrows were a part of it."

"You used to despise Muggles," Ron stated. "Don't think that I've forgotten, Theo… You literally abandoned me because I helped bring a former Death-Eater to justice."

"I remember too," Theo looked down at his hands. "You have no idea how much I regret that, Ron… No idea."

Ron looked to Theo, and seeing him staring down at his own hands softened Ron a little.

"You're misunderstanding me," Ron said a little more softly, and Theo looked at him with a slightly confused look. "You did what you were taught to do, Theo, nothing more. You were raised to believe that hating anyone who isn't like you is the right thing to do. When I challenged that, you were forced to walk away from me. You hated it, I know that, and I remember how upset you were before we reconciled. My problem with you leaving is that you felt the need to leave in the first place."

"Really?" Theo whispered.

"The girls probably didn't tell you this, but I was miserable without you and Blaise," Ron confessed. "More than you two think, actually. I even started regretting catching Peter Pettigrew, believe it or not."

Theo said nothing to that, and Ron was grateful for it. A few moments passed, and Ron found himself thinking of Pansy again. He could still remember the vision of her death so vividly. He could hear his own screams. He could hear her pained whimpers, as she died on the gravel from her numerous injuries. It was enough to make his eyes sting painfully. I'll die if she dies… My heart will break, and I'll just die.

"She's precious to me," Ron whispered to himself, and Theo blinked at him.

"Pansy?"

"Yes," Ron whispered. "You're all so precious to me… You're my Family."

"We feel the same way, brother," Theo said. "You know that, right?"

"I do," Ron replied. "She's not built to take beatings, Theo, and right now, she's at their mercy. Do you think she wants to be there?"

"I think she wanted to spend Christmas with us," Theo replied.

"I asked her to join us, but she was too scared to accept," Ron told Theo. "She didn't even want to go home, and now we know why."

"What are we going to do?" Theo asked, and Ron gave him a blank stare. "I do want to help her, Ron… Don't think that I don't."

"But you don't want to cause a stir," Ron said.

"Being careful is not unwise," Theo argued.

"Sometimes, being careful results in you getting blindsided," Ron countered. "I used to be more careful, but what did that get us? We spent most of our time trying to keep the other Slytherins happy. We were fucking outcasts, but we bent over backwards to appease other people… In the end, taking action is what brings change. You, Tracey, and Daphne want to sit around and wait, but you know what I want to do?"

"What?"

"I want to find solutions," Ron replied. "I know that I can't steal her away… It'll cause so many problems for her. So, I'll gather all the information and resources that I can, and when I do see her again, I'll give her comfort and solutions. I won't sit around and let the adults take care of it, because let's face it, they don't love Pansy. We love Pansy. She's our friend."

"What kind of solutions?" Theo asked.

"Right now, emancipation," Ron replied, and Theo drew in a sharp breath.

"Merlin, Ron… Sweet fucking Merlin…" Theo shook his head.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Emancipation?" Theo gave him a baffled look. "That's your solution?"

"For now," Ron replied.

"She'll lose her Family's fortune," Theo said.

"Money?" Ron asked. "Theo, do you think Pansy wants her parents' money? Or does she want to be happy?"

Theo went to say something, but nothing came out.

"I'm not going to force her into anything," Ron explained as gently as he could. "But when I do talk to her, I'll tell her that my money is her money. I'll even give her a pouch that has access to my vault. And… And before I die, I'll give her my shares in the Quibbler. She'll never want for a thing."

"Before you die?" Theo adorned a dazed look.

"Listen to me," Ron whispered as he moved closer to Theo. I have to let him in for his own good. "I won't be around for long, Theo-"

"Don't fucking say that," Theo sounded almost angry.

"No, you listen to me," Ron took Theo's hands a little too roughly. "Brother… I won't be around for long, do you understand? I'm very sick, and I…" his throat tightened. "And I'm scared… Not for me, but for you. For my friends. I'm dying, but you all still have a chance to live long and happy lives."

"Why are you saying these things?" Theo tried to yank his hands away from Ron, but Ron held on tightly.

"Because I don't know how else I can explain this to you," Ron felt a little frustrated. "I know that you will all remain friends for life, and I hope that you'll all find happy endings. But me? I don't get that. The only happy ending I get is that the people who I love, which are all of you, get their happy endings. Pansy will never be happy while she's under her parents' thumb, and you know it. That's why I want to help her, because pretty soon, I won't be there to protect her."

Ron drew in a deep breath, and he ignored the fact that Theo's eyes were starting to well up. I'm scaring him, aren't I? Just press forward, Ron. Don't stop now.

"Please, Theo…" Ron all but pleaded. "Grow up a little, I'm begging you… Just listen to me for once, and don't fight me on this. I know that you all think I'm insane whenever I talk about the war that's coming, but I'm not. I'm not crazy. The skin on my body is proof that the Dark Lord still roams the Earth, and one day, he will bring death and destruction with him. When that happens, I want us all to be together."

"Wha…. Please… Ron… Stop it…" Theo whimpered.

"Pansy, Tracey, Daphne, Mille, Blaise, Draco, and you… You have to stay together," Ron said, his voice cracking a little. "Don't let your parents separate you. Don't let the adults mix you up into their war. Promise me? Promise me that you'll look out for the others when I'm not there."

"I… I'm not like you…" Theo swallowed thickly, a couple of errant tears escaping his eyes.

"I know," Ron squeezed Theo's hands. "Which is why I do the things that I do… I do them so that none of you have to. It's my way of making sure that you'll all still have a future. You might think that I'm exaggerating, but one day soon, you'll understand that I'm not. Pansy can't stay with her parents, Theo. She can't… They'll get her killed, or, they'll marry her off to some old codger who treats her as his property. You all still have time to carve out your own futures; so don't waste this time sitting around doing nothing. Please?"

"My father… I… If this war comes…" Theo started sniffling.

"It's hard to think about, I know," Ron whispered. "Do you want to be the Dark Lord's thrall? Could you kill in his name? Do you want to hurt people? People like Hermione? Or Tracey's mum? Or my Family?"

"No…" Theo started shaking, and Ron let go of Theo's hands in order to put his arm around Theo. "I… I don't want to hurt anyone… Not anymore…"

Ron's own eyes were stinging, but through sheer fucking will, he was able to stop himself from crying. He was incredibly scared, but he knew that he couldn't show Theo that fear. Theo, and the others, needed someone to rely on. They weren't built like Ron, and he understood that. He had been living in this nightmare for far too long, but his friends were just ordinary children.

"Promise me that you'll look out for our friends, Theo," Ron pressed his forehead against Theo's temple. "You're intelligent, and much stronger than you think. I've seen it with my own eyes. You've changed so much, brother, and I know that you don't live with hate in your heart. Promise me that you'll keep them all together when I'm gone."

"I… I promise…" Theo coughed out.

"Thank you," Ron felt his chest lighten, and he pressed a kiss on Theo's temple. "Thank you, Theo."

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Amelia Bones' POV

Saturday 26th December, 1993 (The Ministry – Night)

The moment she stepped into her Office, she prepared herself a large drink. She was utterly exhausted, and a part of her prayed that she never had to visit Albania again. The Gaia Project was finally finished, and with the Muggle Officials signing off on it, the possibility of a Muggle-Wizard war was now averted.

She drank down her Firewhiskey as if it was her last, and then, she sank into her chair. Home, at last. As she Wandlessly Charmed her bottle to pour her another glass, she looked at the stack of mail that been delivered to her desk. Of all the letters, one stood out the most. That's Susan's handwriting. Amelia opened the letter, and began to read.

Hello, Auntie!

I just thought that I'd let you know that mum and dad are not happy with you. They don't like that you skipped Christmas, but I understand that you had important work to finish.

Anyway, I just thought that I'd give you the heads up because I'm your favorite niece!

Also, thank you for the new handbag! It's so beautiful!

Love you,

Susan

Amelia felt her lips tug into a smile as she put the letter down. Loyal girl. I guess I should apologize to her parents tomorrow morning. Maybe we can make up for Christmas by having dinner at The Pond. Amelia started her second drink; she didn't have to worry about her workers catching her tonight. Even Rufus is away on business. It feels nice to have this place to myself, though I have missed working from my desk. Just as she finished her drink, a blindingly orange light suddenly filled the room.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amelia pulled out her wand and fired a stunner at the flames, only to be shocked when her Spell stopped in mid-air.

"It's good to see you as well, Amelia," Dumbledore chuckled; he had stopped her stunner with his hand alone.

"Dumbledore?" Amelia muttered, her eyes fixed on the floating stunner.

With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore completely dismantled her Spell into nothing. Merlin… Wandless Deconstruction? The experienced part of her told her that something like this was nothing for a man like Albus Dumbledore, and yet, she couldn't deny that his Mastery of Magic awed her.

"What is the meaning of this?" Amelia broke out of her stupor. "How did you know that I was going to be here tonight?"

"Fawkes told me," Dumbledore said innocently, and the Phoenix on his shoulder let out a shrill.

"Right…" Amelia blinked. Don't let his act fool you. This man sees, and knows, everything. "Why are you here, Dumbledore?"

"I wish to speak with you," Dumbledore replied. "Just you."

"About what?" Amelia placed her wand on the table. Keep your wand at reaching distance, but don't be hostile. "Do you wish to discuss the Gaia Project?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Dumbledore smiled. "Do you have some time to spare? What I wish to discuss cannot be overheard. Even by the walls."

Amelia studied the old wizard for a few moments, and then, she pocketed her wand.

"I'm going to assume that I have no choice here," Amelia said.

"You always have a choice, Amelia," Dumbledore said. "I only hope that you make the right one."

"Still speaking in riddles…" Amelia sighed out. "Where are we going?"

"To Hogwarts," Dumbledore offered her his arm. It must be important, or he wouldn't come here so late.

Amelia walked over to him, and took his arm. Fire erupted around her, and yet, she felt no heat. Instead, she found herself standing within the Headmaster's Office. It smelled exactly like she remembered from her younger years. Incense, and old parchments. This place hasn't changed whatsoever. As she looked around, her eyes landed on a figure sitting in the shadows. He had short black hair, an eye patch, a hooked nose, and he was missing a hand.

"Severus Snape…?" Amelia focused on him, and the man stood up. Susan mentioned that he had an accident in his lab, but this… This doesn't look like the work of an accident.

"Madam Bones," Snape greeted her, but Amelia could do little but stare at him. "Albus, just show her the memories." Memories?

Amelia looked to the old wizard, who gestured her towards the Pensieve floating in the middle of the room.

"The answers you seek lie within," Dumbledore told her. "Take a look, and when you return, we will discuss the future." The future?

"Whose memories am I looking at?" Amelia asked.

"Mine, and Severus'," Dumbledore replied. "Please, let's not waste any time."

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: And there it is! I promise, next chapter will have them back at Hogwarts. The pace has slowed down a bit, but that's only because I'm closing quite a few arcs while establishing new ones. Christmas feels like the perfect time for it, you know?

Now, I was thinking of having some fanart made for the story. You know, something for the fans who are into that sort of thing. So, if you know anyone, or are a talented artist yourself, give me the details. I'm not sure on how legal it is to commission fanart, but, I think we should be fine. We can discuss the details in PMs.

Stay healthy, and stay safe.

See you guys in about a week, or so. (Times are tough for students like myself, so delays are to be expected while I try to secure income)