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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 spent a great deal of time walking the streets. It was now starting to get dark. What a lousy turn of bad luck. To come so close then have it blown by a bunch of half-wit snatchers. How to move forward from here. That was the question that matters. He had a few leads. The symbol was a start. He even had a name Katlyn Myer. She had said something about meeting an elder from America....could that be Bane himself? At the Slippery Lily ....the most wretched,diseased, perverted dive to ever exist anywhere. It was a place no one ever worked at willingly. A few sickles was all it took for a snog. The prostitutes who worked there were either so desperate they had no other options or were enslaved to be there. It was well known they bought witches, wizards and especially squibs to force into service ....at rock bottom prices of course.

Problem was finding it. The ministry had shut the place down repeatedly. It kept popping back up somewhere else. Arrested personal replaced with new faces. It was almost like a living thing that refused to die....Finding it would be problematic at best. and when found what excuses would he use for being there ....he sure as merlin wasn’t gonna snog one of their diseased slags.

He had been pondering this dilemma all day. looking at the sun setting he thought time was running out. His best lead was slipping away. then up ahead he saw it. He had come full circle Donatien‘s Boarding House Bar an Grill was just ahead ...coming out of himself he quickly scanned the area .....Merlin’s hairy testicle he had done it again the area was crawling with Death Eaters, ministry officials, and snatchers ....He slipped into an alley and pulled the shadows in around him. Fear washed over him in waves as he saw Bellatrix Lestrange and some masked Death Eater walk into the mouth of the alley.

“This is a bloody waste of our time.” Bella said obviously annoyed ....

“Two of the snatchers said he looked like the Weasley boy....the description from the others also match his description” responded the masked Death Eater...Ron did not recognize the voice.

“Ronald Weasley would no more frequent a dump like Donatien‘s Boarding House Bar an Grill than he would turn in Potter or the mudblood.....Salazar’s breath man he is more likely to join the Death Eaters than hang out with perverts like those in Donatien’s” Bella said

“Still it’s the best lead we have had for some time, Mrs Lestrange.”

“This is not a lead!! This is a waste of time!!....I have wasted the whole day! Chasing a Crumple-Horned Snorkack ...I am done!!!” and she took off into the sky in an angry burst of fire and smoke.

The masked Death Eater staggered back. upon regaining his balance he started patting out the smoldering parts of his robes.....”Oh, screw this.” he said to himself then apparated

Ron stood frozen in fear for what seemed like forever. Eventually he regained enough courage to breath again. Sometime later he started to think about moving...he was frozen between his need to run and his fear of moving.....Finally, he decided to move ...then before he did he heard someone coming ....

Two people were entering the alley ....He recognized them both. The wizard was the snatcher whose face he had ruined with the door....it was still a mess...he had obviously seen a meta witch but his face was still in a state of disorder. The Witch was crying her name was Helen Smithers ....most considered her to be muggle born but her grand dad was a wizard. He had taken a few classes with her.....never got to know her very well...she was Hufflelepuff always ran with that other girl whats her name.

“This’ll do” said the wizard.

“What here?”

“You gotta turn your card in in the morning don’t ya?...your still one mark short you want my sig or not you pathetic dash 3“

“you promise you’ll sign?’

“Shut up and take off your cloak or I’ll see you back in the camps. by tomorrow noon”

Crying she began to disrobe. Ron was disgusted by what was happening. He knew about the breeding program. Thought it a bit warped but never really gave it much thought. It was one of those ideas Purists had been kicking around for years. Given how uptight all the purists he had known were he had imagined it to be some sterile emotionless set of appointed.. arranged ...carefully choreographed affairs. What he was witnessing was perverse. Something every purist he had even heard of would condemn. Yes the death eaters and their lord were evil as could be but this was not their way something was off.

Helen was standing nude clutching her robe in front of her. “you better sign no pulling out and walking away. you have to cum in in me or it wont take.”

“I know! How the damn breeding cards work you fucking dash. Your not my first 142 now on your knees dash.” he said gritting his teeth annoyed.

“Bullshit I’m not sucking your stinking meat wand I’m not falling for that ‘oh witch I just need a lil help getting stiff then we’ll do it straight’ then you just grab my head and force fuck my mouth till you dump your foul load down my throat then laugh as the card wont accept your mark cuz that doesn’t count no go limp dick I’ll find a wizard who can get it up and knows which hole to use.”

Ron noticed she had her wand clutched in her right hand along with her robe. she looked ready for a fight. Having fought the snatcher earlier himself and looking at his poor posture his money was on the witch if came to hexes.

“Look dash I mean your hands and knees. We gonna go doggy style GET DOWN LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!! Assume the position as they say” he smirked at her.

She looked suspicious but spread her robe on the ground then knelt on it keeping her wand in her hand. The snatcher took position behind her and started moving his clothes to get at her. Ron noticed he had slipped out his wand. The scum was up to something. He cast some spell on his member then just as he prepared to penetrate her he yelled “Expelliarmus” her wand flew from her hand landing at Ron’s feet. The snatcher held his wand at Helen’s head as pushed into her holding her hips firmly with his other hand.

“FUCKING BASTARD WRONG HOLE. WRONG HOLE! YOU SHIT HEAD” Helen screamed.

“Wrong. You stupid DASH keep your voice down or I’ll hex you half to death. You'd think I’d put my name on a breeding card of some filth! MUDBLOOD. One star. Like you," his voice lowered

"This is the only hole of yours I’ll touch. You, stinking dash.” as he talked he he kept thrusting into her. She cried out in pain and humiliation with every thrust much to his delight.

Ron’s blood boiled it was stupid he knew but he couldn’t ....he wouldn’t just stand by and let this happen. He stepped out of the shadows. As he did he saw he was already to late. The snatcher had barely finished speaking but was obviously cumming.

Fortunately for Helen her back alley sodomy didn’t last long. The pig couldn’t hold his load more than half a dozen pumps. She felt him cum in her ass. And worst of all she still had to go find someone else to fuck tonight or she would be back at the camps in the morning. The card was enchanted it could only be signed by a wizard of suitable blood status within minutes of his cummimg in her vagina. All this was for nothing. She looked up to see a robed wizard walk out of the shadows wand in hand.

“Expelliarmus” he called out disarming the surprised snatcher who was too busy separating himself from the witch he had just ass raped to notice. “Stupefy” he called out next knocking him far away from her.

The snatcher struggled to stand up then said”I know you.”

Ron lowered his hood

“Weasley!!!” the snatcher hissed then turned to run.

“Petrificus Totalus” called out Ron paralyzing the man.

Helen ran to get her wand. Then summoned her robes. “Oh Ron, you shouldn’t have done it.” she said struggling into her robes.

“You ok?” he asked not knowing what else to say as he checked on the snatcher taking care not to turn around trying to give her what little dignity he could. The snatcher was completely immobilized.

“Yeah I’ll live” she said still fumbling into her robes. Ron could hear the slight sniffle in her voice as she fought to get her composer.

“I’m sorry. I should have smashed that blighter sooner.’ He said quietly feeling ashamed of himself.

“Oh Ron” he heard her say then heard her running at him. On instinct he turned around to defend himself. Expecting her to try scratching his eyes out. It was no more than he deserved he knew. Once again he had failed to defend a desperate defenseless witch from a sick perverted attack. He was determined not to hurt her. No matter what.

She impacted into his chest hugging him tight and began to cry burying her face in his chest. He stood there as if paralyzed himself not knowing what to do. She should be clawing his face off for standing there hiding as long as he had. Only taking action after it was already too late. “Ron you shouldn’t have done it. Why did you do it? You put yourself at great risk. I’m nobody. You can’t save everyone you bloody stupid reckless....wonderful man.” she said weeping into his chest. “Oh merlin,” she whispered sounding genuinely scared pulling back from him slightly without letting go looking in his face “the area is crawling with... You Know Who’s agents. Please tell me Harry’s not with you; for God’s sake Ron. Tell me you haven’t put everything in danger for a meaningless 142 like me?”

“No they are not here we split up.”

“No Ron say you didn’t turn your back on Harry and Hermonie”

“No. No, nothing like that ...their out there working on....” he bit his lip “something...I’m working on, something else. We’ve divided our resources so to speak. To cover more ground more quickly.”

He said feeling guilty for the half truth. Well, technicly it was the truth Harry and Monie just didnt agree to it. Still he knew is his heart it was the right move. He looked at the witch hugging him. She must be mental he thought heck maybe all witches were.

“Ron” she said letting go of him “If there’s anything I can do to help anything at all just say it you don’t even need to ask.”

“No you’ve been threw enough already.”

“Ron I want to help. Everything depends on Harry winning. He has to win. The alternative is. Too horrible to contemplate...That is why. It was so bloody stupid for you to help me.” she said striking him in the chest “You should know better. What’s wrong with you!” she said hitting him again she was getting madder....’great the bloody witch is mental’ he thought just then she grabbed the front of his robes buried her face in them and began to cry again. This time he held her too patting her back as reassuringly as he could as the full horror of what her day to day life must be like hit him hard. In time she regained her composer. Let go of him and turned around to fix her face.

Uncomfortable with the whole affair Ron turned back to the snatcher. “Now. What to do with this wanker?’ he mumbled out loud.

“Kill em ....or here I’ll do it can’t have him telling anyone you were here; much less that you helped me” She said producing a knife from somewhere in her robes “I’ll use this then they won’t be able to trace a spell back to either of us.”

“Hold on we’re not murderers, we’re not Death Eaters. We don’t just up and kill people cuz its more convenient than letting them live.” Ron said

“Ron if he talks. I’m done for. It’s him or me.”

“No there is always another answer. We just have to find it.”

“What? Make him swear not to tell. Then, depend on his honor to keep him silent?” she hissed incredulously.

“Of course not. Don’t be daft. This bloke doesn’t have any honor. I’m gonna obliviate him.” Ron said as a smile crept over his face he had a plan.

“Ron that’s a complex spell are you good enough with it to be sure to get just the memories you want gone?”

“Nope” he replied smiling ear to ear now “Monie is; but I’m not....I’m gonna have to wipe his whole mind blank to be sure.”

Helen gasped maybe Ron wasn’t some nieve child anymore either “Wow, is that really better than killing him? What if they find him and reverse it somehow?”

“Then I’m gonna sell his arse to the Slippery Lily”

Helen broke out into open laughter. That was the damndest thing she had ever heard. She imagined that bastard spending the rest of his days being buggered by every diseased two bit scuggly pooftier in the wizarding world for 5 Sickle a butt fuck and 3 for his mouth. It was just too damned funny not to laugh it was perfect.....it was justice.

“Say. You said you wanted to help. Where is that pox ridden pit located now, anyway?”

“Oh Ron thats perfect no Death Eater would ever set foot in that awful place No one of consequence will ever find him. It’s in Barking & Dagenham in an alley just off Alfreds way right before you get to Bell’s Book and Candle Shoppe go up the fire escape cross the roof there you will find a door threw it is a corridor to another door which opens on another roof on the other side is the door to the Slippery Lily it’s the only way to get there otherwise the wards will keep you from ever finding it.” suddenly she looked embarrassed “Work in this trade for awhile you hear a few things.”

“Helen. I’m not judging you not in the least I can’t even imagine what your going threw I’m worried about you your in a jam I wish I could help”

“Ron” Helen said lowering her voice seductively, “are you offering to sign my breeding card?”

“Um a I a” Ron stuttered

Helen couldn’t keep a straight face she broke into laughter. Once again Ron turned even redder. If such a thing was possible at this point. “Ron you can’t sign my card or anyone’s. It would be a death sentence for them.....It’s a magical mark identifying you. No masking is possible. It can also be used to discover if your the father. Should the witch turn up pregnant”

“The whole damn thing is sick. It just don’t add up....what happens then should you come up pregnant? They force you to marry or bind you as his concubine if he is already married?”

“No. Not exactly, first I’m forbidden from any form of birth control....the whole point is supposed to be to get pregnant, after all...they test you every week. When you turn in the card...alot of the girls were using muggle birth control protections. For awhile, it worked but a few weeks ago the ministry got wise to that and is testing for it too now....If you get knocked up they use the card to identify the father. Then they contact him...if he wants to claim the kid as his you go to live with him till the child is born. He is responsible for all your care expenses food lodging health care and such; till after the birth then the child becomes legally his and you have no rights to it at all ...if he does not want the kid the ministry pays you a small stipend to help with the expenses of having and raising the child...in either case you are immediately exempt from all other breeding requirements and expected to put the child’s welfare first....and you have 6 months after the birth before you must start turning in cards again....also the number of marks per week you need is reduced at least by half and in most cases dropped to one.”

“How many marks per week are you required?”

“It varies from person to person. It’s largely based on personal politics....if your case worker likes you it’s usually pretty low....if not ...well they can keep raising it till it’s impossible to make it.”

“And how many are YOU required?” Ron said concerned.

“Well, I was one of the first 142‘s and the one who has been out here the longest without getting knocked up....they are not very happy with me right now. My quota has been going up for sometime now....I’m about to give up and get pregnant. I need the rest this is now a full time job just trying to stay out of the camps.”

“How many?”

“25.” She responded looking down.

“25! Bloody hell! That’s sick then on top of that dealing with wankers. Who won’t sign. Like this piece of crap” Ron said turning and kicking the snatcher in the ribs as hard as he could

“Yeah, you never know. Even when a wizard does it straight. About half the time he’ll pull out right before he cums dumping his load on you. Then, walk off laughing while you clean up so you can go try to find someone else.”

“Thats fucking sick so much for all their high fulenten talk about purity and decency. It’s just sick.”

“Ron, I was one of the first in this program. I really don’t think they intended for it to work like this.....They really are concerned with producing more magical folk. They just didn’t take human nature into account... I think they believe we are better than we are...that no one would abuse the program....they just didn’t think things threw.”

An idea began to form in Ron’s mind he smelled Bane’s influence in all this it was just too perverse. “What about the camps?”

“Their a nightmare. Far worse than anything you could imagine....we all get processed threw them...well, one of them anyway....there are three of them each progressively worse than the other. The first camp is the only one you ever get out of alive the other 2 are death camps plain and simple.”

“What are you gonna do. You still need one more...”

“Ron I appreciate your concern I really do but I have been at this for a long time now. I’ll be ok....I’ve got all night to find just one wizard, of one star status or higher, to snog me. You really think I’m so ugly I won’t be able to find anyone?”

“Um, no. I didn’t mean it. Like that... It’s just...”

“I know. But I’ll be fine. The ones who really have it rough in the program are the ones of high blood status.....You have to breed only with someone of your status or higher....Kinda narrows your options when you are a pureblood like Betheny MacDougal. Now she has it rough...Me. I’m the architect of my own misfortune. I’ve been outsmarting the system refusing to get pregnant for, too long....That’s why my numbers are so high....or you can feel sorry for some of the men in the system...most of whom are being forced to get it on with filthy old hags far beyond child bearing years....Michiel Steadman comes to mind ...He’s half veela half muggle ...but a wizard ...beautiful young man ...not just in body either. A sweeter kinder man I have seldom meet” she said glancing up at him “He was put into the system instead of being exiled just because those old hags at the ministry couldn’t stop drooling every time they looked at him....He has a steady stream of those hags threw his apartment. He lives on restitution charms and potions ....hell, that bitch Dolores Umbridge is there every week ...personally sees to it his quota gets raised any week he doesn’t r’ um accomadate her....so do alot of the other hags at the ministry now that’s bloody disgusting.”

The imagine nearly made Ron sick ...the scale and magnitude of the perversion was staggering.

and it definitely wasn’t the kind of perversion the Death Eaters would support something else was at work....as Ron thought about it; it seemed like there were two different fractions at work....feeding off each other. Almost while not really getting along well....just sorta tolerating each other.

Oh well, deep thinking was Monie’s bit time to get something done time was ticking away and he had an appointment with Mister Elijah Bane. He walked back to the snatcher. He could see from the lines on his face he had heard their plan for him. The Snatcher was fighting the hex for all he was worth. Trying to break free. Fortunately the snatcher wasn’t worth much Ron thought. He knelt down near him “So you heard our little plan for your future did ya.” The snatcher struggled more. “Pretty soon your gonna know how Miss Helen here felt. When you violated her trust. And your gonna find out what meat wands taste like. For a few sickles a suck. I figure a bit of rubbish like you has it coming. Too bad you wont remember any of this.” He raised his wand to the mans head “Obliviate” He chanted. The snatcher’s face went blank

Ron stepped back away from him...then being careful to keep his wand on the man he let him lose...after a few moments of talking with him it became clear the man had no memories at all any longer so Ron put him under a sleeping charm. “That will make him easier to handle....well Helen I hate to leave you but I have business I must attend to and the longer I stay in this allay the greater chance of me getting caught so” he said as he prepared to apparite with the snatcher.

“Wait” Helen called out she ran over picking up the snatcher’s wand “Here take this wands are damn near priceless these days....there just isn’t anywhere to buy one and the ministry has confiscated hundreds of wands all over the country ...not to mention every witch or wizard who lost or broke one who is desperate for another....you can literally charge any price you like for one...or pass it on to someone who had theirs confiscated for supporting Harry” she said holding it out to him handle first

“No. You keep it. If its that valuable maybe it will help you.”

“Ron your being daft again. If I’m caught with his wand. I’m done for. I can’t take the risk.”

He nodded to her she was right again....he took the wand making a mental note to always gather them up after any fight in the future. “Good by Helen”

“Hey, when you see Harry again. Tell him....well tell him, we all still believe in him.”

Ron nodded to her he was to choked up to speak he felt a tear forming in the corner of his eye so he apparated before she could notice he was about to cry.

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Bane had kept Giny recooking breakfast over and over. All day. Each time she failed to provide satisfactory fare his tortures grew worse. As the day wore on, death was already starting to seem like a better option than another try at breakfast and facing the aftermath. As daylight began to fade she was growing so exhausted only fear of what Bane would do to her if she stopped kept her going. It was done time to face the music she thought. Trembling as yet another attempt at breakfast....now dinner was ready...Terrified she carried the plate and mug of coffee to the table where Bane awaited....she began to cry as he looked at the contents on the plate then lifted the cup to his lips.....she just couldn’t help it she was beat she knew it ....she would beg for death now rather than face what she knew Bane was about to unleash on her....a punishment worse than the last one...her mind screamed she couldn’t take it...But then something different happened

Bane nodded to her “Good enough” he said then he turned to eat. Ginny stood back uncertain of what to do....”Ginny I never eat alone while I dine on what you cooked for me I will always expect you to be under the table dine on what I have prepared for you” she understood his meaning and dragged her broken bruised, burnt, tortured body under the table freed his cock and began to suck it....”Ginny I’m not very happy with you today. I suggest you dine with more skill and vigor.” Fear rolled over Ginny she couldn’t take another round of torture today. She ignored her pain and exhaustion and sucked his dick for all she was worth......Bane smiled.
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