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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 woke the next morning feeling angry at himself. The anger quickly turned cold. A stern determination crept through his soul. Bane was out there hiding somewhere. Continuing to hurt people just like he hurt Hermione. And he was the only one looking to stop him. The only one who could stop him. Harry and Hermione would find a way to deal with you-know-who but Bane well Bane was all his. If Bane was to be stopped he would have to be the one to do it. It was up to him.

Ron looked at his reflection in the mirror “Ron ol boy you gotta get your act together and stop screwing up, no body’s gonna be their to fix it this time” He splashed some water over his head then marched out the door grabbing his cloak as he went.

As he marched down the street he pondered ‘I can’t kill him if I can’t find him....just where would a sick-o like that be likely to socialize OK Ron. Time to plunge into the sickest most depraved corners of the wizarding world’ as soon as that thought had formed he saw just the place. A dark cold smile appeared on his face. ‘Donatien‘s Bording house bar an Grill’ A wretched sliz pit if ever there was one. Ron walked in like he belonged.

As expected he walked in on an exceptionally depraved situation even at this time of morning. their was maybe 5 wizards and 2 witches in the establishment. Plus staff. They had a muggle man held to the wall by a sticking charm he was nude, confused, and very disturbed. They also had a muggle female imperioed crawling around performing sexually favors on the other guests. To add to this debauchery one of the witches was sitting next to to muggle man toying with his John Thomas while sipping a drink and laughing at the spectacle his mate was making of herself.

“Now this is the kind of place where someone should know something about Bane” Ron thought as he strolled in. He walked up to the table nearest the witch who was toying with the male muggle and sat down.

“Whats wrong with you people. Leave Justine alone. Justine. Justine can you hear me. What have they done to you.” The man pleaded to a laughing audience. As sorry as Ron felt for the muggle couple their was no helping them. ‘can’t walk though a sewer and not get your feet dirty’ Ron told himself stilling his mind for what he had to do.

A waitress walked over to him as he lowered the hood of his robe. “What can I do for ya. My Lovey lad” she asked.

“Get me the jumbo breakfast platter with an extra serving of bacon” he said then added “Getting started early or still celebrating from last night.” he asked gesturing to the muggle female.

“Oh them” the waitress started with a snicker “they wondered in this morn’ right in the middle of our breakfast rush.”

“Wondered in? but their muggles how is that even possible?” Ron inquired genuinely puzzled.

“Ol Donatien. He was a crafty one. Enchanted that other door over there which opens on a muggle street so’as muggles could see it. Every now th’n one or two come wonder in looking to try someplace new and boy do they ever find it.” she broke into an open laugh. Ron forced himself to chortle along with her. “Hey lets give the new guy a crack at the muggle woman” she yelled to the bar.

“No thanks” Ron responded holding up both his hands “ Had a late night at Mitilda’s too many recovery charms already. Gotta get my strength back.”

“Thats why the mountain of chow luv” the waitress said with a teasing nudge. Then wondered off after he nodded and grinned conspiratorially at her.

Ron slumped in his chair looking tired waiting for his food. The witch said to him “Nice to meet a wizard who knows restitution charms have their limits.”

Having been addressed. Ron studied her hard, she was a few years older than him. Dressed in an emerald robe with dark hair. She had a bored depraved air about her. She wore no jewelery save a necklace. Odd for a witch of her apparent means. He looked closer at her necklace. It was a Silver symbol an odd composite of the old sign for sex and the sign for danger....wait not danger BANE ....jackpot!!!!

“Ronald Prewett..and you are?” Ron said keeping his voice level and sounding bored tired but friendly.

“Katlyn Myer” she said looking him over Ron meet her gaze. “New in London?” she asked.

Ron shrugged non noncommittally, “ Not really. got relatives here keep shifting back an forth from here and Dublin.”

“That explains the red hair. Say is all your hair red?” she said suggestively

“Maybe, I’ll show you sometime. When I’m not on the mend.” he responded then the waitress returned with his food it was greasy and bland having been doubled two many times but it was plentiful. Ron tore into it with gusto. “Say that’s an interesting symbol your wearing. Never seen that before, what’s it mean. Sex is dangerous or that you like dangerous sex. eh?”

“All that and more” She said forgetting about the muggle who had broken into sobs and leaning closer to Ron “Its the symbol of the one true path to both power and enlightenment, it is the real meaning of life. Itself. The key to piercing the veil.”

Ron quickly argued with himself should he seem fascinated or slightly bored if he came on to hard to fast she would suspect something. Most debauched wizards only feel into cults for the sex. Then become programmed to believe in their bullshit. Ron yawed “Oh, nevermind then.” he rolled his eyes and turned back to his food.

“Oh come now. It is not like that,” she said scooting up to his table, “we explore and indulge in sex in all its forms. If one goes deep enough into it. You start to understand much more than expected...its almost an aftereffect from experiencing. So. Much, pleasure.”

“Yeah.” he said glancing at her between bites.

“Yeah..” she responded.

“Hmmp” he said eating more.

“So up late at Miltilda’s. Huh” She flirted with him. Looking amused.

“Actually spent the last 3 days. There. Kind a’ tested my limits.”

“Really” she said scooting closer obviously getting more interested “3 days. Where. Top floor.”

“No. Down in the basement; had some frustrations to work out.”

“Wow that had be expensive.” She leaned in closer.

“Not really, I mean family has plenty of galleons...not Malfoy, type money but we do ok...its just Well, See I got a cousin with some clout at the ministry. Mitilda kinda wanted to score some brownie points.” Ron said struggling to keep a straight face. She was biting hard this was gonna be easier than he thought.

“So, what does your family do?” she asked obviously trying not to seem too interested, she was practically drooling Ron thought.

“We sell hard to get rare potion ingredients. We even have our own distribution network. Keep it all in the family, so to speak.”

“You here on business?” she inquired.

“Sort of serving as a messenger, of a sort, trying to talk the local kin into staying out of your local troubles.”

“I take it din’t go too well.” she look over concerned.

“Thus the frustration...oh well.”

“Hey, I gotta go soon meeting an elder from America at The Slippery Lily. But you should hook up with some of us. Nothing heavy mind. You know just sort of a meet n’ greet. Getting to know ya.”

“Sure, sounds..” just then Ron was interrupted as the door burst open and in strolled four dodgy looking wizards.

“Parties over you sick pervs. Get your papers out and line up. Y’a reprobates.” said the one in front.

‘Merlin’s hairy butthole!’ thought Ron, ‘this is just what I needed. Couldn’t it have waited a second. Worse timing I could imagine. Here I am, literally caught with my hood down. These pervs wouldn’t recognize me to save their wands. Bloody barkers, the only time they look at a undesirable poster is to make sure its not ‘em. I’m sure they are not any more liked by the new death eater inner circle than they were by the old ministry. Maybe even less. The old guard death eaters have a very low tolerance for this, kind of, debauchery. In fact I imagine the only reason they are even tolerated is because you-know-who has an arrangement with Bane. But these snatcher/death-eater wanna-bes they probably go to sleep every night wanking. Looking over undesirable posters and dreaming of catching one.’ Ron picked up a newspaper and held it in front of his face trying to seem bored. Around the edges he took stock of the situation.

The snatchers were idiots. Obviously, never been in a real fight. They were relying on intimidation to carry the day. Only one even had his wand out and he was using it to look through the pile of muggle cloths on the floor for valuables not paying attention to what was happening in the bar. any one of Dumbledoor’s army could mop the floor with these bozo’s, even Neville . but if one of them said his name. The jig was up. As it stood he had a straight line to Bane with out the monster even seeing him coming; but if just one of these nudges said his name then getting to Bane would be abysmal.

The lead snatcher came up to his table “Didn’t you hear me boy.”

Ron casually flipped his fake papers he had acquired for himself on the table. He had got fakes for all three of them but had forgot to give or even mention it too Harry and Mione’. He hated to flash them at all. They would not stand up to a real check; but might get him through a casual encounter.

“I said. Line up,” the snatcher barked grabbing the paper.

Ron moved fast and hard. No time for thought he flipped the table over on the snatcher quite literally charging him with it. The snatcher went down in a tangled mess under the now upside down table with what was left of Ron’s breakfast covering his face. Without a seconds hesitation Ron stupified the one with his wand in his hand right out the window he was standing in front of.

By now the other two snatchers realized they were in a fight and reached for their wands. Ron carefully blocked one hex causing it to slide off his shields and hit near the muggle un-sticking him from the wall. Noticing no one else close by Ron whispered to the muggle man “get your woman and run if you want to live” He then rolled further into the bar as hexes blasted into the floor. Where he was standing only moments ago. With a quick flick of his wand he grabbed a bottle of imitation Green fairy whiskey from a display in another window and sent it hurtling into the side of one of the snatchers heads. He went down like a rock. Another stupefy was all it took to send the remaining one over the bar and into the mirror behind it. As glass shattered and went everywhere. Ron heard the first one finally extracting himself from under the table. Ron turned to fight but the snatcher ran for the door as hard as he could. Just as he got their Ron used his wand to slam the door open as hard as he could...right into the snatchers face or what used to be his face. It was a mess now. Blood, bone, and what remained of his breakfast smired across his head and hair. Ron realized he was no longer hungry for the first time in months, “What an idiot you are. Not even my brothers would have fallen for slamming the door in their face. I should know. Been trying that move since I was 12. Never worked before. Until now.” he said out loud.

Ron looked around the muggles were gone, so was the witch wearing Bane’s symbol. ‘Hag snot!!!" Ron thought ‘Oh well, I better get gone too,’ then he slipped out. Pulling his hood up. well at least he had a lead.

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That same morning. Ginny awoke. She was caught by the immobulus charm like every other morning for the past two days. That would be lifted from her once Bane awoke. She started fighting hard but found she was still frozen in place. On the other side of the bed Bane was still sleeping it off. He had been rat-arsed since his people left. The past few days Bane had done nothing more then drink and watch Muggle documentaries about not trusting strangers or being off on your own in the woods. They were quite ghastly and enforced that things never ended too well. Most of them seemed to end in the muggles losing their mind. Occasionally when she did not cooperate like Bane wanted, even a little, Bane would slap her around a bit to tell her he had ways he could hurt her till she became compliant. Then he go back to watching muggle waker films while raping her. He had not tortured her and had been drinking heavily. It was worse then him having a plan for her. She was just bait for the trio and had become his cum bucket. At least yesterday night he had showered them both he had started the shower making her get in with him telling her to drop to her knees and clean his hairy sacks with her tongue. He had her running a bar of soap over him and she could still taste the soap. She was sore all over by the end. He even had her licking his toes.

She slowly started drifting back to sleep when she realize she could move again.

“I think I will have eggs and bacon this morning.” Bane stated.

No!No...Ginny’s mind revolted. Her thoughts frantic. This is what she feared. He was going to have her cook and she had no way to know how to get around a muggle kitchen. She found herself balling up and starting to cry.

“Breakfast will not cook itself.” He lite a cigar puffing on it. He branded her butt cheek on the right side.

“Get up and go fix breakfast. Or we could have blood and tits for breakfast.” He got up out of the bed, threw his robe on loosely, and went walking toward the front door.

Ginny got up and headed in the other direction. When she got to the kitchen she looked around. As she walked in the door she opened the icebox. In the fridge their was orange juice, cream, eggs, sausage, bacon, some sandwich meat, and what looked to be left over flat bread with cheese and meat. There was a left over sandwich from someone call McDonald. They had ate from the day before. Condiments and some fizzy drinks were in the door. She took out the eggs and bacon placing them near what looked to be the cooker was. She look above in the cabinet. There was boxes labeled flour, pancake mix, sugar, and cornmeal mix stacked on top of one another. There was also a box of matches and a red container. She picked up the box of matches and read the red container. Coffee what is that. She opened it to find dry dark grains of something that smelled strong. She remembered seeing it on the counter yesterday. She looked in the cabinet next to corner cabinet above a box in corner that was black in color and had a door on it. There was tea several verities of it in single serving pouches. She opened the box a light came on their was a glass dish with wheels under it. She decided to figure that out later. Where were the plates and glasses. She went over across the two metal sinks where the window was. It was barely daylight outside. She opened the top cabinets. There were plates and glasses in there most mismatched. There were cups with no handles. She got down two plates and decide to remove some mugs from over near the tea hanging on hooks near the corner black box. She filled a kettle with water and went to try to figure out how to light the stove. The stove had 4 coiled metal disk on them two large and two small. She reached for the knob pointing to the front small disk. She lite the match and turned it. But nothing happened. She turned the knob off. How was she going to do this. Huh...She heard Bane enter the kitchen. She looked over at him but he payed her no more attention then a fly on the wall. He sat down and opened the paper. She noticed it was a Daily Profit. She grabbed a glass. Ginny scanned the head lines and as she got Bane a glass of orange juice out of the fridge. Week Wreaks Heavic on Ministry. News conference on the Undisable Number Ones involment in the death of the late Headmaster Albus Dumbledore interrupted by pants gone a flame. Reward for Scarlet Magi doubles as several incidents of exploding trousers erupt the same day. Please wear Robes to work. Seven dangerous individuals escape processing. Crows leave wizards fleeing for their life near processing center. Suspect: The Regal Raven Undisrable #10. 1,000 gal reward for any information reverent to the incidents leading to apperhention of persons involved.

She held the orange juice out for him.

“I want coffee with my breakfast.” She placed the orange juice near an empty chair on the table.

She looked around near the box was a thing she saw before a brewer of some sort. But, could she remember how to use it? She pulled it out there was a cord attached to the wall. She opened the top. There was a cup like bowl and container in the back. She grabbed the kettle going to sink for water to pour into the container. Now what? The cup like bowl is for putting tea bags in but he said he wanted Coffee. Maybe if I dump the dark grounds into the cup it will make something like tea? She was so dead. Confound it. She started to feel stress weigh heavy. Her breath rapid. Her hands shook and turned clammy. She decided to do what she was thinking right or wrong she had to do something. She poured 4 scoops into the cup and flipped the switch that turning orange. After a few minutes it started to make a hissing sound as she tried to light another coil on the stove this time turning the knob all the way up. The coil started turning red. She grabbed a pan that was hanging near the cooker as well as something turn them with. There was also a bottle of there. She placed in the oil and two eggs that she threw she shells in the sink. The eggs popped and hissed hitting her in the chest. She quickly flipped them and placed them on a plate. They clung to the pan she bursted the yolks open. She looked over at Bane who was still reading the paper. The coffee was half way up the pot. She furiously scraped at the pan. Throwing the burnt contence in the bin melting the bag protecting it.

Great she thought.

She looked over at the eggs they were still running with white and mucus looking. She slid the eggs into the bin and started over. This time adding more oil to stop the eggs from sticking. She waited for it to heat and then as she added an egg the oil popped her. She dropped eggshell into the pan. She tried to fish out as much the pieces of shell as she could. She careful cracked the other egg flinching. She finished the eggs and then started on the sausage. She lowered the knob on the cooker but then the red coil was no longer red.

Oh, No. she whimpered. She raised the tempiture. The coil turned red again. She hurried to cook the bacon as the coffee pot was almost done. It popped and hissed. Burning her arm and her chest. She took a look over at Bane he was flipping his paper. She scooped the bacon out it almost did not make it to plate. The pan was so hot it was hard to scoop it out. She managed get five strips out but the last did not make it to plate it landed back in the pan burning to a crispy ash the pan splashed her stomach with hot grease. She tried not to scream as it hit her. She started to trimble as she carried the plate. She placed the plate on the counter and poured a cup of the coffee. Grabbing the coffee and plate Ginny started over to Bane and placed the plate in front of him. She sat down in the chair on the right. Bane looked at the plate, he place a fork over the bacon that broke into tiny pieces; it was too overdone some had raw spots. he picked up the coffee mug looking into it.

“You expect me to eat this?” Bane asked

“I don’t know how...” she managed before he growled.

“You don’t know how to respect me.” he throw the chair back grabbing her head. He grab a handful of hair dragging her away from the table. She thought he was about to throw the coffee in her face she flinched.

“Look at that.” Bane shoved her head down over the cup. The heat was rising in her face. He held her there for a few minutes. There was specks of coffee grounds in it. He yanked her up looking into her face. Ginny was on the verge of tears again.

“Go to the cabinet on the upper far right. Get me the large blue bottle with the red stopper.” he growled out tossing her aside.

Ginny hurried over to cupboard. Quickly searching over the many bottles there until she found the one he wanted. She held it out to him.

“Open it up and smear it on my chest.” She did as she was told.

“Now swear it up my thighs and on my groin area.” She started to tear up again he had this nasty look in his eyes. She took her time. Trying to ease things. Try to draw him out of the place he had develed into but it was all for not. No matter what he was going to hurt her.

“Over to the stove.” he ordered.

He pushed her face down. That is when she noted that coil on the cooker was still hot. She screamed as it burned her face. He pushed into her. Fucking her from behind. Her hair started to burn.

“Please let me up. Please.” Ginny cried. He let go of her head then seconds later. She scream in agony as he withdrew pouring hot grease from the bacon over her ass. He used it as lube as he forced his member into her ass. Ginny screamed as he raped her ass. Blistering skin on her backside popped as he took after her with out mercy. He then poured what was left of the oil in the pan over her breast. She writhed and burnt her hand on the coil as she fought to free herself. Bane taking no heed to her displeasure.
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