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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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Ron had just apparated. He had been thinking for several days and now he knew what he had to do. There was a pub called The Golden Asp that everyone at Ministry of Magic had said for years should have been shut down. The reason being this was the place all most everyone with a broken wand, interest in cursing muggles, or just a flare for the darker wizarding life patroned. It catered to them and was a perfect start to hunting down Bane. He made his way through the dark ally ways and nearer to the pub in question.

“So still wanting to learn some magic tricks my dear. Well at least. We know our place. Must give you that. The woman in muggle clothing was keeled down in front of a tall man wearing dark robes with a stout chin, piercing green eyes, and a goatee. The wizard bowed lower whispering something in her ear as Ron opened the door to The Golden Asp. As soon as he entered he automatically realized he had made a big mistake. The walls lined with 20 posters of undesireables. He scanned the room recognizing the regulation of magical creatures department head Garrick Blackwell sitting at a table with a Death Eater? No it couldn’t be. But there it was, The wizard in a short sleeved silken robe his brand glaring darkly for anyone to see. Ron looked at the posters as he passed trying to remain unnoticed. Harry was undesirable number one. Hermione was on the second poster. The Red Magi on a third and the Fourth his own face glaring back at him. Ron went to take a seat at a table close enough to the back way out but far enough in not to raise suspicions; for he had stood there a little too long drawing a few eyes to himself. He hoped he had not been spotted. How daft he had been. Of course You Know Who’s camp had taken over and now this was headquarters for their ministry dealings. He knew as soon as walked in he could not just turn tail and walk out. It would draw attention to him. His location was perfect, the barmaid asked what he would have, he ordered, and soon the patrons went back to their business. Ron scanned the room. Ron decided to pull his hood tighter. Knowing he was not the only one trying not to be seen in here. He had noted more then a few others doing the same thing.

The barmaid came back with his order.

“New here? Sent by an official were we?” She asked

“I was told I could have a bit of fun here. Really, witch told me I could get a bit of excitement here.”

“Oh. Well, Shelly just stepped out a second ago. And Holly is busy at the moment. There is plenty of muggles creeping around here tonight. I could ___” Ron face made a look of disgust before he could stop himself. Think of at what she maybe getting at.

“___Oh--- I didn’t. I, mean it, that way--never meant to suggest--you and a muggle-- Drinks are on the house.” the slender young barmaid back right into a couple of wizards that had just walked in.

'Watch where you are going.” a wizard Ron thought he recognized growled.

“Sorry sirs- Busy night- Be with you in a moment.” She slid in between them. She glanced back at Ron. Her face full of worry and fear as she turned taking long strides to get back behind the bar.

The two wizard sat on the pub stools removing their hoods. It was Avery and Rodolphus LeStrange.

Ron started to wonder just how many of Voldemort’s inner circle were in here tonight. The wizard talking to Garrick Blackwell was Rookwood. Yaxley had just entered taking a seat with two teenagers looking around Ron’s own age or younger. One of which he noted as a Slytherin that had joined Umbridge’s inquisitorial squad in fifth year. He was issued along with the young witch that had now pulled her hood up around her face. They slid into a booth near the front door. Yaxley patting both firmly on the shoulder as they slid in smiling from ear to ear at them. He started talking expressively laughing. Ron could not make out much from where he sat but it look like he was very pleased with them about something. There was the Department of Magical Transportation Basil Worpile talking and laughing with a rather rough looking fellow in back robes a scar running down the side of his face looked Ron could not place him. And in the corner was Alastor Gumboil magical law enforcement squad try to calm his nerves as he was talking with Rabastan Lestrange. Ron looked back at the bar.

The barmaid had took LeStrange and Avery’s orders and went to get their drinks. Lestrange opened a bag and took out a glass vial with a needle attached to it.

“Put that thing in the rubbish where it belongs.” Avery said sneering.

“Think I can’t handle a little muggle potion do you?” LeStrange barked back at him angrily.

“Not at all Rodolphus . But look at this. I mean, it is so weak you have to put it into your blood to use it.” The barmaid handed over their drinks and left. Avery shook his head and laughed. Taking a drink from his glass. “Is it. Really, worth. Your time? Mate? When you could get better, huh?”

“Guess you got a point. But Shelly said. ” Avery cut him off.

“Bombarda, Shelly. My dear comrade. Give me bit and I can find you something more worth your station. Better then anything S-hel-ly can come up with, I assure you. Pathetic. Rubbish”

LeStrange looked over at Avery dismissively.

“We are off duty unless Potter shows his head. Hell, if you want we can go adventuring around a bit see what we can stir up. What do you say?” Avery held his hand out. Lestrange looked up at Avery then down at the vial and reluctantly handed it to him.

“I could use a bit a old world fun.” LeStrange said grinning taking a sip of his drink.

“There is the spirit. Let’s finish our drinks and we’ll have a bit of fun on the town. Shall We?” He smiled.

Pretending to pocket the vial. As Avery went for another round for his self. He had not pocketed it. The vial was in his hand he muttered. “Damned sickos. Too bad he is untouchable property. I hope he gives me a chance to knock him one. Pathetic waste of space that he is. Now to put this muggle rubbish were it belongs.” Throwing it suddenly in a small rubbish can near Ron hoping his partner did not see.

Ron looked at the vial thought about nabbing it to have a closer look when a very thin wizard pocketed the vial from the rubbish bin in his cloak. He wavered in his walking as if hit with a confundus charm. He was in a daze when he started to talk and put a show of flirting with the bar maid.

“New customer you think. Alright my lovely. I will see to it at once.” he turned walking over to Ron’s table.

“May I be seated?” He stated to Ron more then asked. He sat down across from him.

“Names Shelly. Heard you were looking for some fun. What do you like?” he winked at Ron.

Think quick Ron. “Got any mugwort hashers?” Ron asked.

“Nope, all out. But I got some muggle items that will do the same thing if it would not offend you, of course.” Ron had started looking at the other tables while he was making chit- chat with the guy. He had tightened his upper arm with a rope from his wand. Taking the muggle potion into his blood and was now just manly gabbing on and dosing off.

Alastor Gumboil had gotten up to leave. Looking relieved. The head of Floo Network Regulations Percival Pokeby had just entered with his aid on his arm. She looked horrified. Then put on placid face.

He had looked over at several people at the front. Many of them young witches and wizards. He was trying to fold his mind around what he had seen and heard; when he suddenly noticed that the two death eaters at the bar had become interested in his table. What was said he did not know because he was only half way paying attention to ramblings of the man at his table. He tuned back to Shelly.

“I know it is rather hard to get the girl with a two fore. I could bump it up to a three and no one be the wiser.” The death eaters at the bar were glancing over his way trying not to be noticed.

“Is that not expensive and bit of a risk.” Ron warned. Not knowing what he was talking about.

“Yes, but well worth bumping the pureblood card up a notch.” He winked. He nodded to a few young teens at the front.” Shelly Grinned. Ron tried to hold down his terror. The troll had started holding a conversation about modifying a card labeling blood status right in ear shot of two death eaters that had slid their hoods back up.

“I am not interested. Take your leave sir. Go pedal your trash else where.” Ron sneered.

“No need to get your knickers in a bunch.” Shaking his head slowly from side to side. He got up and almost did not make it. He balanced himself on the chair and then unsteady walked off.

Ron drew in a breath as the two stood up from the bar. Lestrange almost seemed to float in his direction. The other death eater followed Shelly as stealthily as a cat stalking a mouse. Ron pulled the hood of his cloak further over his face sinking deeper into its folds obscuring his face just a little more with luck they wouldn’t notice the move as out of place, given the circumstances.

“ Did I hear, what, I think. I heard?” Ron shook. No use holding it in. It was better not to.

“Yes, sir...” He keep it short keeping his face turned down and away from the death eater.

“But of course your no interest at all in those cards do you?” Lestrange hissed.

“No, sir. Absolutely not. I am fine with my blood status as lowly as it is. Sir.” Ron just hoped he did not ask for the cards.

“Good boy.” Lestrange suddenly put on his mask. Looking up. The torch light hitting it. With in seconds the guy was writhing on the floor. From Avery. With in another few moments Shelly was dead. The death eaters made it clear to all present the punishment was trying to forge blood status cards and then made their way out.

“Clean this mess up.” Avery pointed to the teens and then back at the body.

Then the two made their way out of the pub.

“No, not you. He has to learn some time; may as well be now.” Yaxley stated blocking the girl from getting up with a walking stick.

“Right here?” The young wizard asked a bit shaken.

“Do what needs be done.” Yaxley stated calmly.

“Any way. I can get it out of here.” stating more to himself asking. Two people motioned to him to wait. They checked the back and front exit.

“No way out. Sorry, young Bulstrode. Apperating with it is not going to help by the way. They still have the charms up on this side of town.” They piped back at the young wizard.

“Thanks for the warning.” The young wizard casually walked up to the body. That is when Ron noticed it. The guy was marked. Stuck up young prat just like Malfoy. Maybe that was what he was congratulating him over. He had made the ranks of Death Eater. Ron tried to hide his anger. How many of them were just lining up for the privilege of finking out their class mates. He looked down at the body a good 3 feet away from him. And suppressed the urge to kick at the table.

The young Death Eater raised his wand. A cloth from a table floated in front of his view.

“It not like doing that out side. If it penetrated the floor it will be a mess.” The young witch could hardly be heard; but in the silence that took place it was understood.

“Not to mention it would be traceable. We don’t want to make a mess for our ministry friends, now do we?” Yaxley scowled. The young death eater was getting jumpy. He levitated the body putting the cloth underneath it. The man across the way tried to suppress a snicker. It would not do for him to laugh it would be bad for his health and he acted accordingly.

“No, it would not.” the young Death Eater looked back at Yaxley.

“Come off it! I am not Bellatrix or Rookwood over here. Use your head and get it done with! I am not going to be reporting this back.” Yaxley went back to eating. The young Death Eater had a solemn look as he turned his head to look over at Rookwood.

“Should have payed more attention in transfiguration class, huh? I will not be reporting this back, boy.” Rookwood nodded to Yaxley. It seem to be an inside joke. Rookwood started laughing. Yaxley shook his head from side to side. But then a moment later. Ron got it. They had found the body of Barney couch Sr transfigured into a bone. That was in fourth year. The young Death Eater considered the body. All the sudden things broke when a wizard bolted for the front door. The young witch raised her wand and then the wizard could not be seen. She quickly hurried with a jar. Then Ron noted she was also marked and not only that she had slid a Death Eater mask on. He then noted from earlier that she had stopped drinking when the others had killed the guy.

“Well, looks like compliments on your OWLS. Were not in folly.” Yaxley laughed.

“Like I would bring home a false letter.” The young masked witch chided.

“I am still not sure about that athromancy grade, young lady.’ she handed him the jar. ‘Well, what are we going to do with you or rather maybe it should also fall to some persons else. Oh, look a spider that can beg and plead.” While attention were turned, the young Death Eater they called Bulstrome was making a mess of the body. Half was eaten away. The flesh and muscle had faded from the face and chest just above the guys heart. The bone was not dissolving. He was quickly trying to remedy this before the others turned back around. He was sweating heavily and Ron was the only one paying him any mind. As they continued to make fun of the wizard that was now a spider in a jar. He had just managed to dissolved the body and was in the process of vanishing the cloth when the crowd got back to him.

“Not like taking on a rabbit is it?” Rookwood laughed as he took a drink of his ale.

Yaxley walked over to the bar ordering a drink and handed it to young Death Eater. He issued him to sit. “I know your not from a dark wizarding family lad. You do not have the back ground your girlfriend has. Just remember when you are out heading the team that there are others that are not going to be skilled or versed in such and take that to heart. I know your wanting to make a good impression on the family. But it will not mean squat if you do not keep your head about you. Having lost a few team mates. You should know already the dangers. There is a heavy assignment coming up. Goyle Sr. should be here any minute. Keep your wits. She not going to like it,” he sighed nodded in the young witches direction, “but they have already informed me it is too much of a risk. Given she is last of her blood line. You will not have the extra pair of eyes and brains with you. I know you count on her to take the slack in. Maybe, too much.” The young wizard glanced look back to the front of the bar. “ You’re maybe right about that.” Ron over hearing this was confused. What was going on. Team? As if his ears were burning Goyle Sr. entered the pub.

“Graham you’re with me. We need to get going.” The young witch went to gather her things.

“Not you.” Goyle Sr . Said sternly.

“But...we, were called on right?” she stated confused.

“Yes, but not you. I made arrangements for you to stay behind.” Goyle Sr stated.

“I...” she was interrupted.

“Just go sit down. Dear. You’re staying with me, tonight.” Yaxley said walking over to put a hand on her shoulder.

The young wizard headed out of the pub. Followed by Goyle Sr. Moments later a shadow Ron caught out of his side vision headed for the door. Ron went back to his drink that the barmaid keep bring him. Someone yelled out side. Goyle Sr. came back in with a cloak balled in his fist. Pushing the young witch back in. Ron could see a copy of the witch sitting at the table with it’s head turned downward to her hands folded in front of her. So could everyone else for a few seconds. Then it disappeared.

“You’re not going. You’re not following. You’re staying here. I am inner circle and your going to show me respect.” He tried to knock the mask off but it stayed. Knocking her side ways instead. Goyle Sr. got angry drawing his wand.

“Don’t bother, she has it glued to her face. Only one taking it off is her and maybe our Lord. I know you do not want your team going with out you. Given the losses you took on the get go, Rosier. But it is what we face. The decisions has been made. You have to comply. Do not piss off three members of inner circle.” Yaxley said as he circled around to get in between the two. The young Death Eater they named Rosier went to talk back when she was suddenly silenced.

“Looks like some of the spoiled brat my dear brother raised is coming to forefront. Are you the brat or the soldier you are being molded to be? You should have obeyed me with out question.” Goyle Sr. grunted. She was suddenly ashamed backing away from him. Goyle Sr. canceled the spell.

“I am loyal with out question. It will never occur again. Sir.”

“I am sure it won’t; see that you follow with out question. I do not know what got into you. But that will never occur again. Or dire consequences will follow. You hear me!” He roared. Circling Yaxley and her. Is it possible for him to look larger then before Ron wandered. Yaxley bowed. Then the oger of a man took his leave.

“Girl do not make the mistake of taking Goyle Sr. for Goyle Jr. He’ll tear you apart; you know that. Even if it is you. What was going around your mind young lady?”

“I thought, never mind. What I thought. I put you in danger. I know better and I apologize for my actions.” She looked down at her hands rolling her wand. It was at that moment that Ron remembered her face. She was in Ginny’s year. She was a ward of what’s his name? Richard Goyle, that’s it, he was bed ridden now. The whole side of the family a long line of wizarding black hearts. Some had said she was the daughter of Evan Rosier and they called her Rosier now. He did not remember her name but he knew it was not that. He tried to recall her name being called at sorting. Slytherin was all that came to mind. But how could she be his daughter? Wasn’t he dead before You Know Who’s fall? Bet it broke Neville’s heart to see her join their ranks. He had more the a bit of a crush on her. Poor Neville. Guess the apple does not fall far from the tree.

“As well you should. I’m glad you recognized it. Should have not gotten involved. My own fault. If I was anyone else I blame you for it and would punish you accordingly. Be glad I am not so selfish. Go get your things. And no funny tricks this time. Too much like your father, you trickster. Yet I’d think you were raised better then this even without his tutelage.” The girl looked total abashed her arms crossed her chest. After they left. Ron took another look at the wall. There were several people he recognized. Lupin had been made an undesirable. So had Tonks. His curiosity peaked and almost got the best of him, Who in blazes was this red magi all the poster showed was an anonymous wizard hiding under a red cloak. 10,000 galleons just for information on who he was. Ron almost whistled at the amount. Now it would be safe to wonder out Ron was exhausted as he made his way to the black Cauldron Inn. The innkeeper was old wizard who always keep to himself. Ron payed for the room. Getting there he hung his cloak on the chair back and collapsed. How could I have been so stupid. Of course it would be a hang out for the new ministry the Death Eater were basically in charge now.
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