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12. Head over Hells
Arthur Weasley was a very angry and troubled man. He walked in the dark corridors of the Ministry building, having just left a meeting with his wife. She perplexed him now. He had known her for a very long time. There were school sweethearts from second year on. When he was in the room with her this evening, she didn't say a word. She wouldn't even look him in the eye. It had been two weeks now without any imput from Molly.
When he dropped the envelope in from of her from the law offices of Doge and Doge, the only two words he said to her were, sign now. She took the black quill in her hand, opened the letter, looked for the place for her signature and signed the bloody thing. She pushed the letter back towards Arthur Weasley, noticing the faint outline of her signature on the back of her hand fade away.
"Will there be anything else you need, Mr. Weasley?" Auror Johnson asked.
"No, Mr. Johnson, that will be about it. Good evening to you, and you as well, Ms. Prewett." Arthur said, turning away and walking out of the cell.
He was nearing the apparation point where he saw the familiar sight of his son, Percy. Percy had been a life saver. He had found him in the Burrow in a fit of depression and dragged him out of it kicking and screaming. This shouldn't be something that a son should have to do for his father, but Arthur was thankful that he had. He owed much to his son.
They had talked for two days straight, leaving room only for meals, and for sleep, and little else. Luna Lovegood, her son and daughters school friend from Hogwarts lived just down the road, and had taken it upon herself to lend a hand without being asked, nor looking for any thanks. She had been very helpful as well. Luna had stopped by on the third day to offer to help, and bringing a basket full of food for them to enjoy. She had promised to visit and had done so every other day, bringing by the same basket.
The remaining children returned home in the days that followed until Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George were all staying at the Burrow, to help their father out. They never knew; not a one of them, how close he was to just chucking it all. Arthur thought, 'If it wasn't for the love of his family and the help of a friendly little girl, in Luna.'
"This is what real friends do." She had explained, without the intentions of being condescending.
Arthur approached his son, with a look of relief in his eyes. The deed was done now. A marriage that had lasted for over thirty years was over. Not due to normal circumstances, either, but due to the deepest and darkest betrayal. She would stand on her own two feet, as a Prewett, and not a Weasley. Arthur embraced his son now in a fatherly hug, as the turned, and apparated home.
Ottery St. Catchpole - Lovegood Residence.
Luna Lovegood sat in her kitchen now, eating a sandwich and thinking about poor Mr. Weasley. He hadn't deserved the treatment that he had been getting as of late and she knew all about being treated unfairly. Her turnip earrings and butter beer bottle-cap necklace had made her the source of ridicule in Ravenclaw house. They had gone missing dozens upon dozens of times.
She was looked at as being odd, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. She couldn't stand her house mates. The feelings were mutual, so she acted off, aloof, odd, dazed as a means to be overlooked and ignored. It was better than the alternative. Subsequently, as a direct result, she didn't have many friends. She had Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Neville Longbottom and her favorite of friends, Harry Potter.
Harry looked at Luna and always took her for what she said. He never judged her. She sent her letter to him two weeks ago, proclaiming her unwavering loyalty and persistent need to stand by him no matter what. She had used a contract quill to make it official. The very next day, Harry agreed to meet Luna at the open field next to the burrow at six in the morning. He explained that while he didn't know where she lived, he did know about Ottery St. Catchpole, and wanted the meeting early to avoid the Weasley clan.
"Luna, you are certifiably..." Harry said, and watched as her face fell. "The best friend a guy could ever be lucky enough to call friend. Do you know that?" He finished with an honest smile.
She looked up beaming at him, wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss gently on his cheek. He walked her back to her home, which turned out to be only a few miles down the road. The talked about the Weasleys, and what had been going on with them. Harry explained that he didn't harbor any ill will against Arthur, having read both the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. He wasn't sure about the rest, however, and wasn't prepared to confront them just yet.
"Harry, I'll do whatever it is that you would like me to do, but poor Mr. Weasley is on thin ice as it is with the Ministry, and hadn't been looking out for himself."
"I kind of figured that Mrs. Weasley was the glue that held that family together, until this incident." He said, reaching into his pocket, he took out a small pouch, and handed it to her as they walked.
"What this about, Harry?" She asked looking off into the forest to the right of her. She could hear, not see, the Cornish pixies ruffling around in the underbrush, and smiled gently.
"It's only about a hundred galleons. Could you, um, take it and stock the Burrow with food. I want to at least contribute, but don't tell them it is from me." He said, quickly running out of air. Looking at him now, he face was in deep concentration.
"You do this for their family, even though the two, not saying their names aloud, betrayed you far worse than Peter Pettigrew did you folks?"
"P.T. Barnum was famous in the muggle world for saying "There's a sucker born every minute." He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear it.
"You're a noble creature, Harry Potter." She quickly pocketed the money, took his hand and finished walking to her home with her head on his shoulder. Every so often she would glance towards the forest hoping to catch a peek of a Crumple-horned Snorkack.
Harry stayed for about an hour catching up with his old friend. He hadn't paid much attention to her last year, and that, too, was due to the effects of the Amortentia poisoning. He told her that the only date that he had actually enjoyed had been with her, and not Cho. The reason, he said, was due to the lack of tears, and the company. When he left, she promised to write during the rest of the summer, and promised that she would take care of the Weasleys as she had her own father, for years. Her only demand was to make time for her on his birthday, because she claimed everyone needed friends on their birthday.
Coming out of her reflections, now, she took another bite of her sandwich. 'That was over a week ago, and Harry's birthday is another week still. I still have so much to do.'
"You Okay, Moon?" Her father asked, quickly.
"Yes Daddy, I am. Your lunch is on the table."
"Off to the Weasley's Burrow, then are you love?"
"Yes, they have to eat."
"Well, it's a good thing Mr. Potter did for them, even if you're not going to tell them. Still, I wish that you'd let me do that article."
"Daddy, we've been over this, when Harry's ready he will approach you about it. You know he doesn't trust the Prophet, too easily swayed by the Ministry."
"Yes dear. Now, off you go. Will see you in about an hour dear?"
"Yes!" She said, becoming slightly annoyed, she gave her father a brief kiss, and was gone.
Hog's Head Tavern - Hogsmead
Jonathan Spinnet arrived just five minutes ago. He sat in a dark corner of the dingy bar, after ordering a pint of Mead. It had been a long day. He had to make his report and was obviously very nervous about it. He was rarely asked for deliverables, only asked to make progress and the progress was to break the two children.
For the most part he had left Ginerva alone. He wasn't too sure what to do with her. He knew that she must be punished, because his master required it. But to do so to such a young child, of only fifteen, was reprehensible.
Last week, he had a break through thought and decided, since the cells were adjoined, to make the wall transparent and place silencing charms. The results were pleasing. Ginny watched as her brother had been transformed with a simple finite. She looked at a slightly older version of herself, and knew that this was Ronald. She watched the horror in Ron's face as she was asked to disrobe.
Ronald struggled with herself but the robe ultimately fell to the ground. The she fell to the ground placing her face against the floor, arses high up in the air for inspection or her master's delight. She watched as Jonathan disrobed and to her horror placed an Engorgio spell on his cock. It grew to an astonishing sixteen inches and doubled in girth.
She couldn't take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. Her brother screamed out in pain as the monster ripped through her unlubricated arse. The assault was no less brutal, and Ronald complied with each and every command.
"Listen very carefully, Rowena. I want you to beg for my cock, tell me how much you enjoy it. Tell me what a worthless slag you are, and when I'm ready, you're too take my seed down your throat." Jonathan had said with utter loathing and malice.
Jonathan pulled out his length until the only thing still in contact with the young girls arse was his engorged bulbous cock head, which stretched the ring of muscle almost to the point of snapping. He lunged forward until that same crown was buried to the hilt. He felt his low hanging balls slap into something that made Jonathan laugh out loud.
"What are you doing Rowena?" Jonathan asked, already knowing that Row's hand was buried into her cute little cunt, thumb stroking her clit in desperation to get off.
"Fuck m-me, please, don't stop f-f-fucking me!!!" She cried.
Jonathan laughed to himself at the memory of the two Weasley girls. One begging for him, and the other mostly catatonic. The final memory to drive Ginerva Weasley beyond reason, deeper into despair was the sight of Ronald taking a shite and blood covered cock into her mouth.
A man sat down opposite of him in the dark tavern now. He didn't look at all pleased. His eyes were the cold color of steel and left no doubt in your mind that he was a very powerful wizard. The silence was troubling, until the man spoke the single word.
"Report."
"The Weasley children are almost broken, my lord. I've seen to it personally." He said shaken by the presence of the man. Then, feeling the tickle of Legimency his memories of the repeated rape of Ronald Weasley came to the front of his mind.
"This isn't nearly good enough. Step it up, immediately. I want the Weasley girls broken beyond redemption. You have your orders." The older man said sternly. Standing up, he walked away, stepped behind the bar and proceeded to wash a dirty mug with a dirty hand towel.
Granger Residence
"Hermione, can we talk for a moment. I promise I'll let you get to the letter, if we can just talk."
"OK, Tonks," She said, nervously. She knew that Tonks was Harry's girlfriend, now. Had known it for a couple of weeks. That day that she had run into them, she watched the ways they interacted with one another. To say, in her humble opinion, that they matched perfectly would be the honest answer, and it scared her to the core. 'She had to be in his life, she just had to,' she thought desperately.
"How do you feel about me and Harry?"
"You're absolutely brilliant together." She said, sadly. This had caused Tonks to blush, but recovered quickly.
"Harry's never had the chance to be a kid. Never had friends, and always had responsibility. He's staying with my folks now, and has seen a different side of life. He's relaxed, and comfortable."
"And?"
"If you ever hurt him again..."
"Are you threatening me, Tonks?" Hermione interrupted, angrily. Tonks immediately pounced on the girl, pushing her hard until she fell on her back. Hermione struggled, thinking that she was about to be thrashed, and by an Auror at that. 'This couldn't be happening.' She thought, looking at Tonks in the face, now.
She saw the resign. She saw the patience, and finally; bloody hell, finally saw the error in her own judgment. Here she was, underneath Auror, first class, Nymphadora Tonks. Her hands were being held down, while Tonks bum sat atop her pelvis. There was no where to go, so she gave up.
Tonks adjusted her weight to lean forward, sliding her body down and to the right. She laid down on her side, facing Hermione now as she did so. She released Hermione's wrists, and reached up to move a bit of hair the young woman had obstructed her line of sight. She took a deep breath, and looked at Hermione now.
"What I was going to say, before this unfortunate incident was that if you ever hurt Harry again, I don't think that he would be inclined to forgive again. I believe that he will forgive you and if I suspect what is written in your letter to be what I think it is. He has already forgiven you." Tonks said calmly.
She watched her friend break down, tears coming to her eyes, Hermione grabbed Tonks into a fierce hug sobbing into the nape of her neck. The weight of emotion coming from the witch was enormous. The sobbing girl was shaken, uncontrollably so. In the letter lay answers to her desperation. She felt Tonks kiss her neck, not in a sexual way but in the act of comforting a distraught friend.
"Shhh." Tonks said quietly, "It'll be fine. You'll see that you're worrying over a non-issue. I'm sure of it." Tonks finished as a matter of fact. She reached up to the witches face, and wiped away her tears.
Hernione did everything that she could possibly think of to pull on her Gryffindor courage. She was scared and of that there was no doubt. She didn't understand why Tonks was being so nice to her but was extremely grateful towards the older witch. She sat up, and immediately, Tonks was up, as well.
Tonks swiveled around, and sat behind Hermione now wrapping her arms around the younger witches midsection. She had always, and let's stress always, wanted a little sister or brother. It had been something that she had begged and pleaded with her mum to get for her. Unfortunately, due to ovarian cysts, it wasn't in the cards. The tissue damage done had seen to it that even with magic, Andromeda wouldn't bare any more children.
She was feeling the nerves coming onto her, now, as well. She wondered what the rest of Harry's letter would say. She knew how they felt about one another. She just hoped that her new relationship with Harry would stand the test of time, because it was just that new. Sure, he had some of his memories back from when they were little children, but the dynamic of the relationship had changed. Feeling a deep breath from Hermione, she closed her eyes, and waited.
"Books and Cleverness." Hermione said, quietly.
Arthur Weasley was a very angry and troubled man. He walked in the dark corridors of the Ministry building, having just left a meeting with his wife. She perplexed him now. He had known her for a very long time. There were school sweethearts from second year on. When he was in the room with her this evening, she didn't say a word. She wouldn't even look him in the eye. It had been two weeks now without any imput from Molly.
When he dropped the envelope in from of her from the law offices of Doge and Doge, the only two words he said to her were, sign now. She took the black quill in her hand, opened the letter, looked for the place for her signature and signed the bloody thing. She pushed the letter back towards Arthur Weasley, noticing the faint outline of her signature on the back of her hand fade away.
"Will there be anything else you need, Mr. Weasley?" Auror Johnson asked.
"No, Mr. Johnson, that will be about it. Good evening to you, and you as well, Ms. Prewett." Arthur said, turning away and walking out of the cell.
He was nearing the apparation point where he saw the familiar sight of his son, Percy. Percy had been a life saver. He had found him in the Burrow in a fit of depression and dragged him out of it kicking and screaming. This shouldn't be something that a son should have to do for his father, but Arthur was thankful that he had. He owed much to his son.
They had talked for two days straight, leaving room only for meals, and for sleep, and little else. Luna Lovegood, her son and daughters school friend from Hogwarts lived just down the road, and had taken it upon herself to lend a hand without being asked, nor looking for any thanks. She had been very helpful as well. Luna had stopped by on the third day to offer to help, and bringing a basket full of food for them to enjoy. She had promised to visit and had done so every other day, bringing by the same basket.
The remaining children returned home in the days that followed until Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George were all staying at the Burrow, to help their father out. They never knew; not a one of them, how close he was to just chucking it all. Arthur thought, 'If it wasn't for the love of his family and the help of a friendly little girl, in Luna.'
"This is what real friends do." She had explained, without the intentions of being condescending.
Arthur approached his son, with a look of relief in his eyes. The deed was done now. A marriage that had lasted for over thirty years was over. Not due to normal circumstances, either, but due to the deepest and darkest betrayal. She would stand on her own two feet, as a Prewett, and not a Weasley. Arthur embraced his son now in a fatherly hug, as the turned, and apparated home.
Ottery St. Catchpole - Lovegood Residence.
Luna Lovegood sat in her kitchen now, eating a sandwich and thinking about poor Mr. Weasley. He hadn't deserved the treatment that he had been getting as of late and she knew all about being treated unfairly. Her turnip earrings and butter beer bottle-cap necklace had made her the source of ridicule in Ravenclaw house. They had gone missing dozens upon dozens of times.
She was looked at as being odd, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. She couldn't stand her house mates. The feelings were mutual, so she acted off, aloof, odd, dazed as a means to be overlooked and ignored. It was better than the alternative. Subsequently, as a direct result, she didn't have many friends. She had Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Neville Longbottom and her favorite of friends, Harry Potter.
Harry looked at Luna and always took her for what she said. He never judged her. She sent her letter to him two weeks ago, proclaiming her unwavering loyalty and persistent need to stand by him no matter what. She had used a contract quill to make it official. The very next day, Harry agreed to meet Luna at the open field next to the burrow at six in the morning. He explained that while he didn't know where she lived, he did know about Ottery St. Catchpole, and wanted the meeting early to avoid the Weasley clan.
"Luna, you are certifiably..." Harry said, and watched as her face fell. "The best friend a guy could ever be lucky enough to call friend. Do you know that?" He finished with an honest smile.
She looked up beaming at him, wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss gently on his cheek. He walked her back to her home, which turned out to be only a few miles down the road. The talked about the Weasleys, and what had been going on with them. Harry explained that he didn't harbor any ill will against Arthur, having read both the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. He wasn't sure about the rest, however, and wasn't prepared to confront them just yet.
"Harry, I'll do whatever it is that you would like me to do, but poor Mr. Weasley is on thin ice as it is with the Ministry, and hadn't been looking out for himself."
"I kind of figured that Mrs. Weasley was the glue that held that family together, until this incident." He said, reaching into his pocket, he took out a small pouch, and handed it to her as they walked.
"What this about, Harry?" She asked looking off into the forest to the right of her. She could hear, not see, the Cornish pixies ruffling around in the underbrush, and smiled gently.
"It's only about a hundred galleons. Could you, um, take it and stock the Burrow with food. I want to at least contribute, but don't tell them it is from me." He said, quickly running out of air. Looking at him now, he face was in deep concentration.
"You do this for their family, even though the two, not saying their names aloud, betrayed you far worse than Peter Pettigrew did you folks?"
"P.T. Barnum was famous in the muggle world for saying "There's a sucker born every minute." He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear it.
"You're a noble creature, Harry Potter." She quickly pocketed the money, took his hand and finished walking to her home with her head on his shoulder. Every so often she would glance towards the forest hoping to catch a peek of a Crumple-horned Snorkack.
Harry stayed for about an hour catching up with his old friend. He hadn't paid much attention to her last year, and that, too, was due to the effects of the Amortentia poisoning. He told her that the only date that he had actually enjoyed had been with her, and not Cho. The reason, he said, was due to the lack of tears, and the company. When he left, she promised to write during the rest of the summer, and promised that she would take care of the Weasleys as she had her own father, for years. Her only demand was to make time for her on his birthday, because she claimed everyone needed friends on their birthday.
Coming out of her reflections, now, she took another bite of her sandwich. 'That was over a week ago, and Harry's birthday is another week still. I still have so much to do.'
"You Okay, Moon?" Her father asked, quickly.
"Yes Daddy, I am. Your lunch is on the table."
"Off to the Weasley's Burrow, then are you love?"
"Yes, they have to eat."
"Well, it's a good thing Mr. Potter did for them, even if you're not going to tell them. Still, I wish that you'd let me do that article."
"Daddy, we've been over this, when Harry's ready he will approach you about it. You know he doesn't trust the Prophet, too easily swayed by the Ministry."
"Yes dear. Now, off you go. Will see you in about an hour dear?"
"Yes!" She said, becoming slightly annoyed, she gave her father a brief kiss, and was gone.
Hog's Head Tavern - Hogsmead
Jonathan Spinnet arrived just five minutes ago. He sat in a dark corner of the dingy bar, after ordering a pint of Mead. It had been a long day. He had to make his report and was obviously very nervous about it. He was rarely asked for deliverables, only asked to make progress and the progress was to break the two children.
For the most part he had left Ginerva alone. He wasn't too sure what to do with her. He knew that she must be punished, because his master required it. But to do so to such a young child, of only fifteen, was reprehensible.
Last week, he had a break through thought and decided, since the cells were adjoined, to make the wall transparent and place silencing charms. The results were pleasing. Ginny watched as her brother had been transformed with a simple finite. She looked at a slightly older version of herself, and knew that this was Ronald. She watched the horror in Ron's face as she was asked to disrobe.
Ronald struggled with herself but the robe ultimately fell to the ground. The she fell to the ground placing her face against the floor, arses high up in the air for inspection or her master's delight. She watched as Jonathan disrobed and to her horror placed an Engorgio spell on his cock. It grew to an astonishing sixteen inches and doubled in girth.
She couldn't take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. Her brother screamed out in pain as the monster ripped through her unlubricated arse. The assault was no less brutal, and Ronald complied with each and every command.
"Listen very carefully, Rowena. I want you to beg for my cock, tell me how much you enjoy it. Tell me what a worthless slag you are, and when I'm ready, you're too take my seed down your throat." Jonathan had said with utter loathing and malice.
Jonathan pulled out his length until the only thing still in contact with the young girls arse was his engorged bulbous cock head, which stretched the ring of muscle almost to the point of snapping. He lunged forward until that same crown was buried to the hilt. He felt his low hanging balls slap into something that made Jonathan laugh out loud.
"What are you doing Rowena?" Jonathan asked, already knowing that Row's hand was buried into her cute little cunt, thumb stroking her clit in desperation to get off.
"Fuck m-me, please, don't stop f-f-fucking me!!!" She cried.
Jonathan laughed to himself at the memory of the two Weasley girls. One begging for him, and the other mostly catatonic. The final memory to drive Ginerva Weasley beyond reason, deeper into despair was the sight of Ronald taking a shite and blood covered cock into her mouth.
A man sat down opposite of him in the dark tavern now. He didn't look at all pleased. His eyes were the cold color of steel and left no doubt in your mind that he was a very powerful wizard. The silence was troubling, until the man spoke the single word.
"Report."
"The Weasley children are almost broken, my lord. I've seen to it personally." He said shaken by the presence of the man. Then, feeling the tickle of Legimency his memories of the repeated rape of Ronald Weasley came to the front of his mind.
"This isn't nearly good enough. Step it up, immediately. I want the Weasley girls broken beyond redemption. You have your orders." The older man said sternly. Standing up, he walked away, stepped behind the bar and proceeded to wash a dirty mug with a dirty hand towel.
Granger Residence
"Hermione, can we talk for a moment. I promise I'll let you get to the letter, if we can just talk."
"OK, Tonks," She said, nervously. She knew that Tonks was Harry's girlfriend, now. Had known it for a couple of weeks. That day that she had run into them, she watched the ways they interacted with one another. To say, in her humble opinion, that they matched perfectly would be the honest answer, and it scared her to the core. 'She had to be in his life, she just had to,' she thought desperately.
"How do you feel about me and Harry?"
"You're absolutely brilliant together." She said, sadly. This had caused Tonks to blush, but recovered quickly.
"Harry's never had the chance to be a kid. Never had friends, and always had responsibility. He's staying with my folks now, and has seen a different side of life. He's relaxed, and comfortable."
"And?"
"If you ever hurt him again..."
"Are you threatening me, Tonks?" Hermione interrupted, angrily. Tonks immediately pounced on the girl, pushing her hard until she fell on her back. Hermione struggled, thinking that she was about to be thrashed, and by an Auror at that. 'This couldn't be happening.' She thought, looking at Tonks in the face, now.
She saw the resign. She saw the patience, and finally; bloody hell, finally saw the error in her own judgment. Here she was, underneath Auror, first class, Nymphadora Tonks. Her hands were being held down, while Tonks bum sat atop her pelvis. There was no where to go, so she gave up.
Tonks adjusted her weight to lean forward, sliding her body down and to the right. She laid down on her side, facing Hermione now as she did so. She released Hermione's wrists, and reached up to move a bit of hair the young woman had obstructed her line of sight. She took a deep breath, and looked at Hermione now.
"What I was going to say, before this unfortunate incident was that if you ever hurt Harry again, I don't think that he would be inclined to forgive again. I believe that he will forgive you and if I suspect what is written in your letter to be what I think it is. He has already forgiven you." Tonks said calmly.
She watched her friend break down, tears coming to her eyes, Hermione grabbed Tonks into a fierce hug sobbing into the nape of her neck. The weight of emotion coming from the witch was enormous. The sobbing girl was shaken, uncontrollably so. In the letter lay answers to her desperation. She felt Tonks kiss her neck, not in a sexual way but in the act of comforting a distraught friend.
"Shhh." Tonks said quietly, "It'll be fine. You'll see that you're worrying over a non-issue. I'm sure of it." Tonks finished as a matter of fact. She reached up to the witches face, and wiped away her tears.
Hernione did everything that she could possibly think of to pull on her Gryffindor courage. She was scared and of that there was no doubt. She didn't understand why Tonks was being so nice to her but was extremely grateful towards the older witch. She sat up, and immediately, Tonks was up, as well.
Tonks swiveled around, and sat behind Hermione now wrapping her arms around the younger witches midsection. She had always, and let's stress always, wanted a little sister or brother. It had been something that she had begged and pleaded with her mum to get for her. Unfortunately, due to ovarian cysts, it wasn't in the cards. The tissue damage done had seen to it that even with magic, Andromeda wouldn't bare any more children.
She was feeling the nerves coming onto her, now, as well. She wondered what the rest of Harry's letter would say. She knew how they felt about one another. She just hoped that her new relationship with Harry would stand the test of time, because it was just that new. Sure, he had some of his memories back from when they were little children, but the dynamic of the relationship had changed. Feeling a deep breath from Hermione, she closed her eyes, and waited.
"Books and Cleverness." Hermione said, quietly.
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