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Ron's War: Second Story in the Bane Saga	By : LadyofSpades Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 3982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny thrust back against him matching his rhythm. She also focused on her muscle control tightening her grip on his twisted excuse for manhood. She was not worried about getting pregnant or picking up any STD’s she had taken precautions. The trick to this would be keeping Bane so occupied with sex so he didn’t get bored and start in with the torture. Keep him occupied and lull him into making a mistake. At the end of the day he was just a man after all and all men were easy to manipulate. She started making those noises all men like. Time to end this She thought with a smile. Immediately she felt the change. He was about to cum. All men are easy to control she thought to herself as he pumped himself inside her.

Bane removed her blind fold. She blinked several times to focus her eyes. The room was old and smelled of dust and disuse. She looked around to get her bearings. It was a muggle house filled with odd muggle things. Thin books, magazines, and odd sized boxes with weird names on book shelves. “Mad Max” “True Grit” “Under Dog” Thin plastic boxes with names like “Roy Rodgers” “Star Wars” “Dark Shadows” ...seriously what in merlin’s name. Looking around she could see into the bathroom there was a clock on the wall she could see its reflection in the mirror the hand were not moving. Bane was just sitting down in a large heavy wooden rocking chair that resembled a throne. He had turned on the TV. It started playing an odd dramatic voice came up saying, “The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths, in particular Sally Hardesty and her invalid brother, Franklin. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day”.....great she thought some stupid muggle documentary. Then she noticed some old clothes discarded in the corner. Her breath caught in her throat. She recognized them. They were the clothes Hermione was wearing when she vanished that fateful day. Dear Merlin, this is the same house she thought The arrogant prick has brought me to the same house he raped and tortured Hermione in.

Bane was lighting a cigar. He had not bothered to close his robe. He was studying her . “Lets get a few things straight right from the beginning. Ginny, it will save us some misunderstandings later. Which you will find much less pleasant than I. I detect in you a certain element of pride. While I can certainly understand your pride in being chosen as my companion for a time. I fear it is misplaced. Like everything else in your life you are not here because of your merits or charms. But because of your associations. You are nobody. You have always been defined not because of who you are. But by, who you are connected to...Ron’s little sister, Harry’s girlfriend, Hermione’s best friend, etc. You are an Insignificant, unimportant, uninspired bit character in life. And once again you find yourself here not because of who you are. But because of who you are, close too. You are here as a stand in for Mrs. Granger. You are here because you are, her best friend, and she has run off and hid herself so well, that not even I can’t find her. And not from lack of looking- I assure you. My best guess is she is hiding out in the woods somewhere living out of a tent surrounding the camp sight with every cloaking spell ever known to the wizarding world. ...Of course, Tom thinks they have skipped the country. What do you think?”

Ginny’s mind reeled what he said hit her hard...much harder than she expected. Damn he was smart and dangerous, she thought I can’t afford to underestimate this one...shit he is expecting an answer. Appeal to his ego, “I’m sure your right, A wizard such as yourself could surely find some trace if they had gone abroad.” she said in her sexist bedroom voice.

“Ok Ginny, lets set the ground rules. Whatever I say goes. Period. If you refuse you will be tortured until you’ve reconsider. It does not matter what I tell you to do. You will do it. Lick my ass. Eat my shit. Fuck a dog. You will do it. You will not even be allowed to die until I decide to let you die. Rest assured no matter how bad you don’t want to do something you will do it. Its just a matter of how much pain it will take to convince you. There is no escape. No one will rescue you. You will live here and amuse me until you finally convince me to grant you the mercy of Death. And that will not be until after your friend Hermione is back were she belongs. I think it will smooth things out with her once she is captured to watch you kill yourself.”

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Meanwhile...

“I thought you knew what you were doing. Knew where the horcruxes were. We could be hunting for Bane right now! Instead we are sitting here on our Bloody ARSES not anywhere close to finding the next horcrux then we were two days ago!!!” Ron turned staring Harry right in the face. “We should be Breaking apart You Know Who’s support but instead we are here with our heads up our Arse!!”

“Ron! Cut that out and stop cursing like that.” Hermione bellowed.

“I am gonna curse to Merlin’s hair Nut sack if I want. This is the time to do so. We have been sitting around three straight days! And “The Chosen One” can’t come up with answers. Not a clue where we are going. Just sitting around in the bloody woods hoping to stub our bloody toe on a fucking Horcrux. I say we go after Bane NOW!”

“I thought we went over this. We go to after V-”

“Don’t say it I have a bad feeling.” Ron interrupted.

“Now you are too afraid to say his name! Ron!” Harry said. Ron Gets up in his face.

“No! I am not. I just get an instinct is all. A feeling something bad is about to happen."

Hermione cut in but Ron ignored her. Harry seemed to hear her at least.

“I am feeling it too Harry. There is a spell to trace a name. It did not give the specifics but it has been done before so I have read.”

“I usually follow my gut.” Ron snapped.

“Yeah and your the one complaining about the cooking.” Harry said snidely.

“Well if you if were not so filled up with your own greatness. You may find out that people are not as daft as you seem to think!”

“I am not filled with my own greatness” Harry looked over at Ron with a tired manner as Ron continued.

“Then why don’t you listen to someone else for a change instead of insisting that your flying the right way all the Bloody time.”

“Stop it! Stop it! The both of you. You been going about this for days. Like a couple of boxers. Or more two like stray dogs fighting over a bone. On and on. The same thing! Give me the locket Harry you have had it long enough.” Hermione grabbed the locket as Harry held it out.

“Now, Ron stop arguing. I think I found something but I need quite to read.” Hermione shook her head.

“Me, Me, be quite. How about him?” He pointed over to Harry.

“He is not the one starting things. Is he? Now enough.” Hermione stomped her foot.

“Fine! Now, I know how you feel. At least I can try to make dinner better.” He stomped out of tent. Hermione yelling out to him.

“What is that suppose to mean?!?” Ron just ignored her.

Hermione sat down pretending to read. Her mind turned to Ron. The need to get at Bane was eating him alive. In someways she thought Mrs. Weasley was right. She wondered if this might actually be harder on Ron than herself in some way. The memory of that night came flooding back to her. Ron holding her telling her she was safe now. It was like a miracle when Ron came bursting through that door she had all but given up hope of rescue. All through this Ron has been so gentle, so considerate, Even when he picked a fight with her it was intended to distract her from darker thoughts. He thought she didn’t know but she did. In many ways Ron was so wonderful. He deserved better than some emotionally disturbed book worm. She couldn’t bare the thought of what Bane would do to him. You Know Who was an easier, safer target believe it or not. Bane was far more dangerous. More cunning. And much much much more sadistic. You Know Who would kill you, Bane would make death seem like a mercy. Ron would be no match for him. The memory of Bane looming over her came back like dark clouds. She could see every detail of him. His beard. His eyes. His smell. And worst of all, she remembered every detail of his manhood. Raising up to violate her. Her helplessness to stop it. The fear nearly took her breath away. Tears began to roll down her face. She trembled with the hopelessness of it all.

Harry noticed Hermione crying again. He walked up behind her. He reached for her wanting to comfort her. To let her know it was ok. That he was sorry for arguing with Ron. As his hand touched her shoulder Hermione jumped out of her chair. She spun around hysterical tears pouring down her face “DON’T TOUCH ME!!! DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!!!”

Harry retreated holding his hands up where she could see them “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.”

“OH HARRY, I’m SO sorry,” Hermione said and ran to him hugging him close burying her head in his chest and sobbing. Neither of them noticed Ron walk in just then eating a camp fire roasted honey clover. He stood there paralyzed for a second watching Harry and Hermione’s embrace. Then with out a sound he turned and walked out. They never knew he was there at all.

Bellatrix entered the room and then stood waiting for the Dark Lord to acknowledge her presence. He was look out the window into the Manor Gardens the window was open, the curtain magically drawn back, and the fall breeze blow cold around him. His cloak flowing around him.

“Bella come stand next to me my faithful servient.

“Yes My Lord.”

“I wanted to make assurances to you that after I have taken care of the resistance I will put my efforts into deposing of Bane and his following. I promise you this. But as for now take heed and be watchful. I am trying to keep him occupied but my old friend is more then troublesome at the moment.” Lord Voldemort turns to her. “I doubt that he would blatantly defy me. It is not in his personality to stick his neck out but I can not say so for his worshipers.”

“I am glad you are seeing him as the threat he is. There is no place in the civilized wizarding community he could trode and he will not be satisfied as a side line player. Thank you, My Lord, for such wonderful news. As is, Bane’s lackies are already causing an upheaval in certain areas. I heard you gave your word. They would be let off of any charge for the time being.”

“As an unfortunate compromise. I was forced to make in order to pacify him. As you well know, I can not afford his action to undermined me at this point it would be disastrous.”

A knock came at the door “My Lord.”

“Yes, Lucius what is it.” Lucius Malfoy entered the room.

“A Freddie Nox is here. My Lord. He says he has news for you. Are you expecting him?”

“Ah yes, I was hoping to hear from them soon. Do not set the wards to let him in just admit him as a guest Lucius.”

“Yes, My Lord.” Lucius closed the door behind him.

“Do you wish me to leave, My Lord?” Bellatrix asked.

“It just a briefing from my spies in Bane’s camp. Leave or stay makes no difference to me.”

“Then I will stay,” Bellatrix bows to Voldemort. He nods back. She sits on a lounge near the window.

“Good morning My Lord Sir Scares-A-Lot. I have news of Bane’s current endeavors which you will find most useful.” Lucius looked frightful at there resent guest lack of respect.

“On with the report, Freddie. I think Lucius thinks I should punish him for you out burst.”

“Oh, please, do. I would like that very much. Your boy is so- pretty- after all.” Freddie smiled over at Lucius with a wink. Lucius cower back. Cringing he backed to the wall.

“Go ahead. If you want.” Voldemort said with a hideous laughing hiss. It would remind the wizard of this position. At the moment.

Freddie moved over to Lucius. Who looked down at the floor sickened. Freddie who was a slight taller then the man before him towered over the pale blonde. Bellatrix looked over at Voldemort wishing she could do something for he brother-in-law but there was nothing Voldemort was angered with him. He was lucky this was all he was doing to him.

“Bane has stationed people around any escape route that Harry and his companions may take. The airports. Roads in and out of the major magical cities. Places Hermione or Harry would think to go in the muggle world. He even had some of your people tipped off to stand guard at points were they may show them self.” He was stroking Lucius hair to the elder Lord Malfoy’s dismay.

   “Bane wants the girl back to him at all cost. He is obsessed with it. Most of the resource he sent here are standing by to find them. They have orders to bring the girl to him and have the boys locked up. He has all exits from London to Edinburgh locked away from roads, waterways, and sky. Reason it took so long for me to get back to you. Of course he knows anyway. But no need to flaunt it.” He was taking in Lucius’ scent. Lucius was shaking as the man put his elbows on either side of his head inclosing him between the man and the wall. Rubbing the crotch of his jeans into Lucius’ stomach.

“Good it saves us the trouble and adds to our forces. Which areas does he have most guarded?” Voldemort asked.

“Flights out to France, Madrid, and Bulgaria. They have friends in those places as well as resources. The Granger girl spent a lot of time there. The Weasleys have other connections in France. The girl’s family still has vacation spots on hold. He also has some cafes being watched in Italy. He has traced some transactions before she left there is a book stores in Germany and Italy she bought from. As well as a few wizarding pin pals in Naples and Bulgaria. We caught the Weasleys trying to move some muggleborns. I believe it was there oldest son. If you intended to move on them; of which you have showed no interest at this time. I will have my fellows convict them.

  He is using your agents to keep an eye on the Weasley family. He also followed a lead to Australia. Found two people he thought were connected with the Granger witch but it turned out to be a false lead they had no information on her.” His guest was enjoying Lucius’ discomfort. Freddie usually keep his reports short. This is what he had hope for. Voldemort smiled baring his teeth. Freddie continued taking his eyes off Lucius just enough to tell that Voldemort was still listening, “ Bane has people scouring the country sides now. He is looking every where for them. The girl must be his again but there is no trace of them. He thinks they are hiding in the forest some place. The Granger witch is powerful. She could easily put up enough enchantment and charms to hide a camp.”

He whispers in Lucius’ ear “What’s a matter? Don’t like me much. Look at me or I am going to feel you up making you more uncomfortable or you could keep looking down. -he paused- I’ll give you something to look at and make you feel -oh- so nice.” Lucius immediately looked up into the mans eyes his hair entangling with the raven locks of the taller tan man in front of him that was breathing down his neck with every word.

“Oh and best of all, he has mobilized his people within Interpol, the FBI, the Mossad, Scotland yard, MI 6 and a handful of other muggle law enforcement groups putting the three high on their priority list no intercept just report any sightings. And he has put a watch on every wizarding book seller in the world. So in other words he scouring the world for the three. My Darkest Dictator.” Freddie snickered giving Lucius a chaste kiss on the lips his short beard scraping Lucius chin. Turning away, he addressed Voldemort.

“If I may I would like to take some of our snatchers out with me. I have some leads on were some camp sites the girls parents took her camping out at. Of course as always. I will never be in the lead. Just guiding in background.” He smiled.

“Sure take as many as you need. Mr. Nox.” The man bowed and waltz out the door.

Voldemort patted Lucius on the face. “Very good. I usually only get a small report from him. Just enough to satisfy. Bellatrix meet me for lunch in courtyard.” Voldemort chortled leaving the room.

Lucius’ temper flare like an Incendio. He was tired of being treated like a pet in his own house. He knocked over a small writing desk.

“Temper, Temper, Dear Brother-in-law. He’s not too happy with you.” Bellatrix said taping her wand.

“How insightful you are. I could have NEVER have guessed.Why have someone like that on your pay roll? Utterly useless sod.”

“I know the story on that one. He is bit of a pervert and overly sexed but Bane had his witch mother killed. Many of Bane’s followers congratulated him on his blessing. But he did not see it that way. Problem is with out a little more incentive his soon gets bored. Which is why Bane, even knowing he against him, does not see him a threat because the Dark Lord could never hold his interest. In his arrogance Bane is convinced Freddie would be easily swayed to do nothing at all.  I’m going to talk to him. He can be much more useful and will be, given the proper motivation. But you better be prepared to do anything at this point. The last thing I want is too see Cissy back in Bane’s hands or forbid My Dear Nephew.” Lucius sighed claiming him self.

“As soon as the war is over. So will our troubles be. The Dark Lord has given his word. I need to catch up to Freddie before he disappears.”  Bella swooped out of the room.

“My house is full of lunatics.” Lucius mumbled. He looked over at a portrait of his wife and young son.
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