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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 had been tied to the chair for quite some time . Bane still sat smoking his cigar. He had not bothered to close his robe. He was still watching the stupid muggle documentary about the dangerers of picking up hitch hikers and trespassing. ‘got to keep it together, I’m in for a long. Hard time. Its going to be months before anyone misses me. Time to tramp it up. Hide my disgust and keep his mind off torture and mutilation.’

Almost as on que Bane rose from his chair. He started to untie Ginny. A dark snide look in his eyes. Ginny noted that Bane was flaccid not a hint of arousal in him. She needed to pull out the stops before things got nasty and she was part of his twisted romp. As soon as he let her loose She could not phantom that she was putting on a show for Bane instead of helping Harry, Ron and Hermione.They would not know what was going on her class mates or her family.

“Time we got better acquainted.” Bane said

'got-ta yank his libido quick’ Ginny thought. Ginny went over and slid up his thigh kissing from his feet up. She start to massage his bollocks. As she continued to kiss and lick at his thigh. He soft member started to rise. He shut off the documentary. Then turned on some music and sat down on the couch. Ginny quickly crawled over to him and started to give him a blow job. She started rubbing his balls and swallowing his cock down to the yard balls. He closed his eyes and started to work on his cigar. He seemed to be listening to the music. Ginny relaxed.

This was going to be a piece of cake. She thought.

“Not the best I’ve had; but the best you got.” He grinned chuckling. Zipping up his trousers and closing his robe around him. Ginny started to feel horrible she had been saving her best blow job for Harry and now she had wasted it on this rotten piece of rubbish.

“We will be having guest soon. I am sure you will just as eager to please them as well.” Bane stated. “Go pour me a scotch on the rocks.” she got up started walking over to get the liquor she found it sitting on the kitchen table.

“Come on, I am sure Harry’s little slut can walk more presentably then that.” He rattled off as if he was bored. She put more hip and ass cheek in her walk. She stands up on her toes to reach the ice tray even though she is tall enough to reach the back of the freezer. She was thankful for an afternoon with Hermione’s parents. Wizards do not have such things. You could always charm a plate or even a whole cupboard to keep cool or warm. A whole cabinet devoted to keep foods fresh. As she walked back she noted that the mirror in the bed room had not been repaired. There was a stain of blood and broken circle of glass were Hermione’s head had been thrown into it. She suddenly had a urge to look around for the found Torture items Hermione had mentioned. She shakes her head willing her self not to think about it.

“So your a Weasley?” He takes the drink from her. She wonders if she should answer him. She decides it would be best.

“Yes. I am.” She says. using her best bedroom voice.

“Um, one of the Blood Traitor families that sold us out to the Inquisition. How does it feel to know your family sold wizarding people out to be killed by the Inquisitors to save their own rutty arses? Hmm?” Bane asked.

“My family were trying to save muggles that were being hunted down by dark wizards.” Ginny stated.

“And just why are these “Dark”, Wizards, so irate at your family and the muggles. Hmm? Ever thought about that? Not something they teach in your History of Magic classes is it? How they had sided with the muggle inquisitor to hunt down the wizarding families who tried to save the wands and books from them. They were burning the magic books you use in school and your family were just so generous to hand them over to be burnt. Because those that stood against them were taken out and burnt at the stake. Your family is a bunch of cowards and murders. And everyone sorted into Gryffindor. What irony that is.” He lit another cigar. The phone rings.

“Excuse me a moment.” Bane says as he heads for the phone. “What” is all he says as he picks up the muggle device....”Because Tom will be monitoring all magical communication in or out of here is why” he says sounding annoyed..... “No, you imbecile. Mr. Scary Pants will not think of muggle communication devices he completely under-rates muggles. They are beneath his notice.”.......”Why are you even calling anyway I told you to get over here not ‘give me a ring if you feel like it”.....”Well then, have Sam Bishop show you how to get here. Also tell him I want to see him as well.” Bane slams down the phone “Moron” he grumbles under his breath turning back to Ginny.

OH crap! thought Ginny seeing the look on Bane’s face. Bane walked over to a corner of the room and picked up a green wire switch with a handle on one end. Giving it a flick in the air he says “Lets discuss that famed Gryffindor courage shall we.”

“What do you have in mind Master Bane” she says remembering what he had told Hermione to call him.

“You will address me as Elijah. I will give you a choice, Miss. Gryffindor. I am going to give you a taste of this switch, you may either remain in the posture I place you or you may be tied up to restrain yourself if you fear that you lack the strength to withstand it. But I caution you if you break posture I will burn your tits to a crisp with this cigar.” Bane stated puffing on the cigar. The end of the cigar glowing so red you could see it in his eyes.

Ginny’s initial fear of being restrained was quickly overcome with logic. Then she became suspicious.

“Whats the downside to being tied up. I see no profit in not accepting the bondage, its not like I have any real freedom here with you anyway.”

“Smart witch,” Bane responded “If you do this restrained, I will whip every inch of skin off your backside, on the other hand--” He said with a smile “If you can take the switch without breaking posture you will have shown me your great Gryffindor courage and strength. I will restrain myself and stop while you still have some skin left in place.”

Ginny swallowed hard. It was a goblins deal. Loose either way.

“So which of us shall be restrained, Ginny. Hmm?” Bane said slyly looking at his cigar tilt back in his hand.

“What posture?” Ginny said suspiciously.

“You will be standing bent over holding your ankles, If you let go of your ankles, you, lose.” He said raising an eyebrow.

She start to study Bane carefully. Somehow she knew he meant what he said. If she chose to be tied he would whip her half to death with the wire whip. Maybe more so. On the other hand not restrained and him promising to go easier, even if he was intending to lie, he was a man. If she wiggled just right, especially with him having an excuse to cut it short without seeming weak. Maybe she could be able to seduce him into dropping the whip along with his fly long before he intended to.

Ginny turned putting her shapely backside to Bane and slowly, sexily bent over wrapping her fingers around her ankles in a fashion which suggested they were phallic in nature. Then began to slowly wiggle her hind end at Bane invitingly.

Bane smiled and laid his cigar in an ashtray on the end table. He walked up behind her and ran his hands over her thighs, “not bad, not particularly outstanding either. just passable, like everything else about you. Just good enough to get by without anything really unique, or memorable about it.”

Good Merlin, doesn’t he ever shut up! Ginny thought. Then the warning sound of swishing in the air occurred. She stilled herself and held on tight as the whip cut into her checks. It stung far worse than she expected. Before she had a chance to process that fact he struck again, then again. It felt like her arse was on fire.

“So is your approach to sex, the same as everything else in your life. Hmm? Just do enough to not stand out as either exceptionally good or bad?” he asked as he continued to whip her. She let out a howl of pain. The lashes were coming with an unrelenting rhythm. “Your relationship with Potter much the same. Coming from a blood traitor family. Choosing a mate raised by muggles with a mudblood mother, but wizard enough to be accepted in even the most sanctimonious pureblood household, once again middle of the road, just enough to fit in and not stand out. Close enough to the fire of public attention to stay warm but not close enough to risk getting burned.” by now the pain was far beyond any she had ever felt. Ginny’s howls were loud and gruff. She realized the sensation had become one long stretch of pain. This was no friendly game of slap and tickle like she used to play with Dean. This was torture. Pure and simple. And worse of all. Nothing, not the pain, not her own screaming; nothing was not coming close to blocking out the fucking asshole’s words. She was hearing every fucking syllable.

Blood ran across her fingers as it dripped down onto the floor.

“I’ll be willing to bet your grades were C’s. All well centered in the class, always middle of the road. Acceptable I think they call it at Hogwarts....its been awhile since I was there and my stay was very brief.” The blows just kept coming one after another as he talked. It was becoming

unbearable Got to get control. Focus you stupid witch! He is still a man. Just a man---! Ginny told herself forcing self control. Controlling her rhythmic twitches of pain. One good thing about the unrelenting rhythm of his blows she could predict when they would land. In desperation she began twitching in the most inviting and alluring manner she could manage but the pain was becoming all consuming. Still his voice and the blows droned on. “No need to answer me just food for thought. Are you afraid to emerge from the middle of the pack or are you truly simply an unremarkable. An insignificant footnote of a witch, with nothing truly-- memorable, about you? Maybe that is why you tramp it up so much. Desperate for people to notice you. To have them remember you. Desperate. To have SOMETHING, about you. ANYTHING, about you. Be different or at least, say memorable.” Ginny screamed for all she was worth the pain was unbearable both the physical and emotional Bane was shredding her soul as well as her arse.

The next blow failed to land. Instead she felt his hands on her hips. “Do not let go till I say, or you will have lost.” Bane said as he began forcing what served as his manhood inside her bleeding backdoor. He was going in dry. Driving hard. He wanted to hurt her, to humiliate her. Ginny loved sex. All forms of sex. Inhibitions, she had none. But this wasn’t sex. The sense of violation was overwhelming. This was even beyond rape as Bane had done to her earlier. It was just violation. The pain, the shame, the grief inside her. The fear of the awareness it was going to go on and on and on for months. Overwhelming her still more. The scream that escaped her lips came from her soul not her abused flesh. Bane released her hips as soon as he was in. He pounded away hoping to drive her off balance or to make her release her grip on her ankles. In desperation to hold onto at least some shred of her dignity or perhaps her soul itself.

Ginny gripped her ankles even tighter and braced herself matching his thrusts and driving back into him. “Maybe being raped will cause you to stand out in your family at least. Make you unique among the Weasley’s, Oops. No. That's right. I do recall that your mother was gang raped when she was about your age by more then a handful of Tom’s crew.” Ginny felt her screams deepen as his words burned into her soul. Somehow she knew he was not lying, “So, I suppose not even this truly makes you anything special,”

His voice lowered an octave, “or unique. Maybe you will take solace in the fact that your rapist is me but then again, I have raped thousands. Once again nothing about you really stands out my dear Gryfinddor,” with that he drove deep into her and Ginny felt him cum deep in her bowls.

He pulled out of her with a smile. Little tramp. She had held out and won their wager but as always it was with him. It had been a Punic victory. He had cut her deep. The path to destroy her lay open before him. She was his to depose of when he wanted. He would relish the look on Potter’s face. Bane knew he could crush her soul at will. No challenge at all he thought.

He walked around in front of her “You win” he said with a grin. “Now suck my dick clean.”

She went down, her thighs screaming and butt cheeks burned. She was confronted with his flaccid prick covered in feces and her blood that was tangled in his pubic hair. And this was just the beginning. He was just a man, but could she hold out? Against the predator that liked to claw at her mind and soul as well as her flesh.

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Meanwhile cutting into the events on page as we follow the trio.

Harry kept looking at the ceiling listening to rain. His temper had calmed. He should not have been so hard on Ron. But then again Ron had gotten more like he did not want to be here. He just wished Hermione had gone with him. He did not want them facing the troubles and dangers that waited for them on this quest. Hermione was already looking sickly. Most of the food she cooked went to the boys. She gave a larger portion to Ron, not like he had noticed through, with his bellyaching. She was crying softly across the room. Harry thought he should say something but he could not think of what he could say that would make things any better.

She broke the silence. Her voice caught in her throat for her trying to catch her breath. She had been crying so hard.

“Do you think he would go after Bane alone? I could not bear the thought of what Bane would do to him. I am sure Bane is still looking for me and he would not have any problem using others around me to try to get back at me. I can’t bare what he might do to someone that close and he knows all about my feelings for Ron. Ron was obsessed about going after him because of me.”

“I would not worry about it. Ron can hold his own. Besides I doubt he would go after Bane, alone.” Harry turned to look at her. As he did, he noted that, she had pushed the covers he had thrown on her aside and she was still dripping wet. Holding her knees in the chair. She lowered her head to her knees sobbing.

“He’s going to get hurt and all because of me.”

“Hermione,” was all he got out before she snapped back at him.

“You don’t understand. YOU were not THERE. YOU don’t KNOW. What Bane is capable of.” she looked up at him her eyes blood shot red and still flowing like a water fall.

“Ron was having trouble with the locket. Bane is much much worse. Ron does not think. He does not think when he is angry. He would be easy to get to right now. I just hope Ron does not find him. And don’t try to tell ME that Ron isn’t going after Bane. No one could say that Ron does not want revenge on the person that hurt me. The death eaters were targeting me at the wedding. I did not have time to go over that with you two. I should have gone with him. With Ron. But, I was afraid. I can’t go through that again. And now Ron.” She broke down into sobbing unable to continue on. When she finally gained her composure she squawked out her next words.

“If Bane---Oh Harry! I’ll never be able to live with that.”

Harry jumped down off the cot and wrapped his arms around her. Sliding into the chair. He began to stoke her hair. Waiting for her sobs to subside. Then he said. “You do not give Ron enough credit, Hermione. I would rather have a cobra by the tail then Ron after me.”

“But you can speak to snakes.” she laughed a little.

“Okay. I’d rather have a tiger by the tail. Ron’s more tough then you think and I am sure he’d be happy that your well taken care of while he rode forth the conquering hero. Beside what trouble could he get into? We can hardly find our way in the woods.” Harry laughed.

“Oh, Harry. Do you really think he be alright?”

“I have been with Ron all my years at Hogwarts. He is my best mate and chum. Believe me, he can more then handle his own. Besides he’s the youngest of many brothers. I think I’d rather have enemies then that many siblings holding a wand over me.” Hermione dried herself and Harry with her a flick of her wand. She snuggled into him and fell asleep.

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Ginny had licked and sucked Bane clean. She felt nasty. He had forbid her from using her hands. Her own blood smeared all over her face and taste of her waste, blood, and his seed was in her mouth. He yanked her by the hair and stood before her. He moved his robe aside.

“Go ahead, butt slut kiss and lick my ass. Bonn Appetite.” She kissed his thighs right under his cheeks caressing his balls. He slide his robe over her. She went to move her hand forward to his shaft when he started to walk. She followed on her knees behind him. She tried to make sure his robe did not get caught under her legs or that it did not pass from over her head. Her rear still burn and stung it was hard to follow him. They had entered the bed room. She had been kissing his backside then she started to lick him as he had slowed down. The house was cramped and it was hard to keep her legs back with out pinning them to the sides of the furniture.

“Let’s give you a tour of your new home away from home. Shall we.” She could almost hear a slight amusement in his voice.

“It’s kind of cozy but I know your use to that. This is the bed room. Too small for my liking but it will do. The bed has plenty of tie downs at least. Let’s repair the mirror shall we. I am afraid your friend Miss Granger made quite a mess.” He waved is wand repairing the glass. Ginny had been trying to get a better reach when pieces of glass cut into her upper leg and left arm. She flinched in pain. Try to continue her maneuvering when he moved again.

“Better, there are mirrors on both sides of the bed. So we can watch as we fornicate. I like that aspect of the place. Although I think the muggles were trying to make the place seem more spacious. There are mirrors placed here and there all over the house. There is a TV with VCR and dvd. It’s a kind of entertainment in the muggle world. Well, you already seen the one in the other room. Then there is a set of draws in the vanity over here for cloths, not like you will be needing any. This is the front door I have reset the wards and this.” He turns pushing open a door to the left with his right hand banging it against the wall with a thud, “Is your room. My followers add some toys. When he opened the door. Ginny peeked in. The windows in the room had been bricked up. There were shackles to chain someone up enchanted into the brick sections on the wall closest to them. There was a giant piece of wood that took up the back wall that was crossed into an X bolted to back brick section. A selection of punishment tools lined hooks on a board. On the far side of the room was a small bed. Some blankets and sheets were throw in the corner nearest the cross and brick section with chains. There was also closet that had been turned into a toilet area with a sink and a spray shower. There was no door to this. It was open and in view. He had started to move again when with Ginny gentle caressing him when she spoke up to give herself some time.

“What is the two cross sections of wood for...‘why have them in a bed room?” she said meekly.

“Something tells me you’ll find that out soon enough my dear Gryffindor.” He had strolled to the middle of the small room and suddenly he tuned around. Ginny got her legs caught on his cloak and quick she unraveled them but it threw her off balance throwing her into Bane’s legs.

“Make me fall Potter slut and you will find out the pain you are in now it just a lite smacking.”

“I will keep that in mind Elijah” Remembering what he said to call him, by his given name. For some reason even saying it unsettled her. He had stopped while he spoke giving her second to correct herself and then Ginny was following him out of the room through the bedroom .He broke throw the small door and hallway like he was late for classes.

“This.” he waved to his left, “is the kitchen. The kitchen had a table and four chairs. along the wall close to the door. The refregorator was to the right side of the door going in and there was a stove beyond that with roaster burner covers. A double sink along the far wall with counters and cabnets above them. “You will be cooking the meals like all my guest do for me.” Ginny was rubbing at his cock trying to get him arrossed. As well as rimming him when suddenly Ginny had a lump in her trought. It just regestered as to what he had said. Cook for him. In a muggle kitchen? With out a wand? I have helped once or twice in kitchen. Alothough mother liked to cook mostly by herself. Well, pans are pans right. I can do that. No worries right. She had forgotten all about her catering to Banes labto. He turned back. Wait Ginny thought.

“Let me know more. I mean sure it is a kitchen but I need to know more about it if I am to be cooking for you.” Ginny tried to get him to go over the kitchen with her.

“Since you were silent so long we had went back to the living area.” He sat down removing his cloak from her head. He had slid his cloak to the side. His bum turned for accessablity. She licked his left cheek sliding her hand down his thigh. She had been so distracted by trying to keep him aroused that she had neglected to ask questions. In all honesty she did not even know where to start. She had never seen anyone cook in a muggle kitchen. She started to plot a way to talk with him about it more when he seem to be distracted. He got up in a hurry and Ginny decide to crawl behind him. He looked out the window.

“Ah, the idiot has arrived along with Bishop.” he stated letting the curtain fall closed. “Follow.” he slipped his cloak back over her head and went to the front door.

“Hello my Dear moron. Looks like you at least found Bishop. Ever think of signaling the ward before entering so I know who you are.” He said in a manner that was similar to asking her if she was born in a barn. The witch standing before Bane lowered her head. She should have know better by breeding but she was frustrated and did not like this hick backwater. She never did like getting summoned to the Americas most of the locals used primitive tools and then dared to get up in your face to ask if you thought you were better then them. Of course she was BETTER. But she digressed.

“I am sorry. My soul and my life to my Lord. I hate being in the Americas.”

“Well that easily fixed I just get someone else. Come in Samuel.” Bane backed up to let the wizard enter.

The woman fell to her knees.

“Please MY Lord don’t send me away.” Ginny looked at the woman her flowing jet black hair had fell into her face but Ginny was looking from under neath and her face looked horror stricken like Bane would kill her. She was wondering if that was the case or rather that the witch was quite insane.

“Oh, get up. I do not have time for this.” She got to her feet quickly.

“How have things been Sam?” Bane asked ignoring the woman as she closed the door following close behind them.

“Good. We have gained two more seats with the council. Our power is rising. I just wish Terri had not pissed off Helena Bloom. I have made a pact with the Garden Society for both of our Orders to stay out of it but their little battle is spilling over all the same. If they start to get too much louder my daughter will be on her own. The authorities are not as forgiving as they are over in Europe as you well know. If they have to get involved they will just kill everyone.”

“You know you should not bring up things that you do not wish me to get involved in.”

“Just apprising you of what is going on. The local news. Here you have as much at stake as we all do.”

“Then I suggest you remedy the situation. If I get involved it will be much worse then the councilors and arbitrators. I do not need any local entanglements at the moment.”

“Well speaking of local entanglements the Dawsons starting to wonder what we are doing here.”

“Dawsons, Dawsons...”Bane sat in the big chair. Ginny sat down at feet rubbing his thigh. “ Have a seat.__

Sam Bishop sits down on the couch. Bane looks down at Ginny. He casually flicks his hand over to the woman that is standing in admiration of Bane but their is also a deep sadness in her body language. She slowly takes a seat.

__ They are associated with the Dark circle are they not?” Bane asked Sam.

“They are not associated with the Dark Circle. They are the Dark Circle.”

“I figured we have problems with the Laveaus rather then the Dark Circle. We are closer to

Louisiana are we not?”

“No, Southern Illinois is just a days stone throw from were we are here in Alabama.”

“Well I need you to handle it. We do not need any local problems.”

“Should not too hard to keep them out of this. They have family in Europe caught up with the Death Eaters the Council is already leaning on them. They do not want the problems there spilling over here.”

“Dawsons in Europe decided hooked up with Tom then?”

Bane kicked Ginny and flicks his fingers toward the woman. Ginny then crawls over to her. She is expecting Bane wants her to play with her so she goes for the rather unattractive witches crotch watching for signs of approval. The conversation continues like nothing happened.

“If one of them are involved they all are. There is a young Dawson Branded in the Death Eaters specialized youth core as I understand it.”

Ginny figuring rubbing the ugly hags through her robes wont keep perverts like this satisfied long lifts the hags robes. Exposing she has nothing on underneath.

“Eh, the youth core, hum. “And you too can be just like, these, proud---young heroes.” Be surprised if they make it out of diapers before they get themselves killed.”

Ginny begins nibbling her way up the hags legs. The hag spreads herself wide exposing she is becoming very wet.

“The Dawsons do not like what has happened. But they accept it and stand strongly together. It has not made them very popular though. Most of the Orders want to stay out of the problems in Europe. Any chance of things spilling over and they are automatically against it.

We have a few people that are saying we need to do something but it mostly trying to make their self feel better about doing a lot of nothing.”

Ginny took a deep breath to steady herself for what she knew was expected. then plunged into the hags cunty.

“I do not need eyes on me. The locals do not need to be wiser, Sam. Keep them away from us and our affairs. I intend to lay a trap for Potter and his companions. I was told the surrounding area was already secure. How are we set Evelyn?” she had been enjoying Ginny’s attention but quickly spoke at her name. Ginny sensing no sighs that she should stop, inserted two fingers in the grotesque hags cunt and began wiggling them while licking and nibbling on her clitoris.

“We are moving are pieces in Europe. Many of our people have integrated with the Boot Squads and the Snatchers. There has been little real news of the Granger girl or Potter’s were abouts. Most of it has been rumor and here say since they were spotted at the Ministry. I have posted our best duelist here in the surrounding houses and several look outs have been posted by the locals. You said you would get back in touch to set up the bait angle I am guessing we will be discussing that now. Shall we?”

The casual way they went on with their conversation while she degraded herself eating out this hag of a witch, stung something deep in Ginny’s soul.

“We Shall. I need a way for Potter to know we have something of his but I do not need Snape finding out. Tom has little control of his temper and has very deadly aim. For now all the people with my mark are under protection so long as I stay here. Riddle will have no problems disregarding our deal if his favorite dog has a bone to pick with him. Tom has made it plain Snape is not to know of us.”

Ginny feeling more degraded and dehumanized than she thought possible intensified her efforts to force a reaction from the Witch she pleasuring And shifted her posture to try to draw the attention of the men watching from their conversation.

“Not a problem we will just stir the Carrows up a bit and if they say anything after they get caught the Dark Lord will kill them.” She began squirming in her chair and reached down to grasp Ginny’s hair pulling her face deeper into her odorous orifice.

“Stunning plan. But it works. Now I need you to get a hold of Wilson and Carson Flint. I will need Carson’s charms expertise. I am planning a good group of golem guards and attacks that Wilson and Carson combined knowledge will help with. Potter himself would not be a hard target to get to at but with the Granger Witch and his side arm attached. It will be a lot harder. Potter has a natural ability with combat. Make sure to take that into account when setting things up. Also remember about camouflage for our little trap. Mr. Bishop here does not need more on his plate. Sam give them advice on the local, please. Since some of the locals could care less about a set of bones hanging around to rot in their woods. We should set up some rather gruesome surprises. I have already bought off the local muggle authority as well. Have a muggle order out on Potter, the Granger Witch, and the Weasley’s boy they will inform us if they come anywhere near the states. Also a agent from the government should be here soon I will need someone to greet them. He will be staying here as long as the order is out. Make sure to put our best men on it. Also I would like some imports. Think you can smuggle these in. He handed her a list. Ginny decided to come up for air.

Two dozen trained Terror Hounds

6 Veela remember you will need a witch for this job. Wizards will only be bait.

Get a hold of our vampire contacts see what they are willing to provide.

I know they can be tricky to deal with. If no people can be afforded at least talk them into some

military grade muggle weapons to arm our paramilitary people with.

And as always remember that muggles make good tools and also cannon fodder. Check their skill set. I DO NOT CARE what your pureblood ideals are on the subject this is non negotiable.

This place is being made into a fortress thought Ginny.
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