Help me Ron

Pansy was put through a gauntlet of exams but the nurses were very understanding and told her everything they were doing and why. Two of them were rape survivors and knew how she felt.



Her parents were notified and when she saw them she cried again, wanting the comfort she had gotten as a little girl. It was the first time her father cried and she wished she could be strong for him, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to be. Her mother just held her hand and said she was safe now.



Her father regained her composure and gave his wife and daughter a strong image. He spoke with the Aurors and found out what had happened. He wanted to thank this young man, but first he wanted to assure this man went to Azkaban.



Pansy was sleeping by the time he returned. He told his wife that Johannes was the nephew of their neighbor and he was in Ministry custody. Since he was from another country, it had to be determined where he would be sent. Mrs. Parkinson just wanted him gone. If he was sent away, then he couldn’t harm Pansy.



He also told her about the young man who saved him. Arthur Weasley’s sons were said to be honorable. She wanted to thank him just as much as her husband, and had found out from the nurses that he planned to visit. They stayed with their daughter all night.





Ron arrived at St. Mungo’s the next afternoon. Pansy was resting in her bed, the bruise still evident on her face but the physical healing had begun. It would take time since she had so many injuries.



He peek in from the door, not sure if he would make her nervous. “Pansy?” He face lifted and she gave him a small smile. He could tell it still hurt, but she made the effort.



“Ronald.” She said, and reached out a hand.



He walked in and sat in the chair at her bedside, holding her hand, but not closing his fingers. He wanted her to feel safe with him, and he wasn’t about to hurt her in anyway.



“I never got a chance to thank you.” She said quietly. The bruises on her throat were still there, but in less intensity then when he brought her here.



“You don’t have to thank me.” He said. “I wanted to help.” He said.



“I’m grateful that you did.” Her eyes well up.



“You are quite welcome.” He said gently. “I wish I could have gotten there sooner.” He said.



“I’m glad you got there at all.” A tear slipped out of her eye. “Who knows what he would have done to me when he was done?”



“I don’t want to think about it.” He said. “You shouldn’t either.”



She nodded, and the nurse returned with her potions and Ron stayed until she fell asleep.





Pansy was released from St. Mungo’s after four days. Her physical healing was complete, and she had been interviewed countless times over what happened to her. She had given them a memory and found out that Ron had done the same.



Pansy’s mental healing, on the other hand, was just beginning. She found even as she walked about in her own home that she was looking over her shoulder. She let out a shriek when her mother touched her shoulder, then she let out tears.



Pansy’s mother and father were very patient and understanding. Pansy would need time to deal with what happened to her. That night though, they realized that they had to do something.



Pansy had been home two days, when she had the first nightmare. Pansy and her parents felt the scream down to their spines and jumped out of bed, each grabbing their wands. When they got to the hallway, they notices it was their daughter. The house elf looked on, unsure of what to do.



“Miss is still sleeping Master.” The little creature said Mr. Parkinson.



Mrs. Parkinson handed her husband her wand and walked over to Pansy who was pacing quickly against a wall. When she was close enough she heard what Pansy was saying. “Please help me Ron……..help me Ron…please……please help me Ron…….”



“I’ll get him.” She whispered to her daughter. “He’ll come help you.”



Pansy calmed down and her body began sliding down the wall. The house elf gently levitated her back to her room and she went to sleep.



“We need to write to the mental healer from St. Mungo’s.” Mrs. Parkinson could only nod at her husband. Her daughter would need help, and they had to get it for her.







“Pansy is having flashbacks, and when that happens during sleep, it can cause sleepwalking. You did the right thing when you spoke to her Mrs. Parkinson. However I do think you should carry on with it.” The healer was an older witch, but very experienced in these cases. She had their trust immediately.



“Do you mean, we need to summon Mr. Weasley when she has nightmares?” She asked.



“In a sense, but I think it would be better if Pansy stayed at his home for a while.” He said. “It’s obvious that she sees him as her rescuer and to have access to him will help her in getting her life back.” She looked to her notes. “It says when he admitted her that he stayed and spoke with the Aurors, gave them a memory, and even asked about her condition, returning to visit.”



“Yes, he was very concerned.” Mr. Parkinson told her.



“Then it’s an assumption that he would be agreeable to assist her in this way as well. Her staying with him, or him coming here would have the same effect.” He told them.



“What would you advise?” Mr. Parkinson asked, leaning forward in his chair.



“I would advise Pansy, spending time at his home. The assault occurred close to here so getting away from it until she can confront it is a good idea. Mr. Weasley also lives with his parents and younger sister, having two women at close hand is a good idea, especially one close to her age. A peer is the closest thing to a sister at the moment and something she will need also. Mothers, no offense Mrs. Parkinson, can only understand her so much.”



“Should we owl them?” Mr. Parkinson asked.



“I’ll invite Mrs. Weasley to tea, and talk to her.” His wife told him.









Molly Weasley woke to find an owl waiting for her patiently on the window sill. She hadn’t expected to be the recipient of a letter. She thought Ron would be the first one they approached, but she quickly send a reply that she would be delighted to talk to her.



Arthur thought it best to stay home. The owl was sent from mother to mother and he knew better then to assume anything when it came to women talking. Molloy would tell him anything he needed to know.



She arrived on time and was shown into a parlor. “Mrs. Weasley, please come in. Thank you so much for coming to see me.” The elegant lady stood and projected an image of high society decency. It all went unnoticed by Molly, who saw nothing but the worry in the woman’s eyes.



“Please call me Molly. Why are so upset?” She asked, as she took the woman’s hand and sat down. “I was under the impression from Ron and my husband that Pansy was healed.”



“Well, yes, physically she is healed, but there are some difficulties.” She admitted as the house elf poured tea. “I was hoping you might be able to help.”



“Of course, what can I do?” She asked.



“We’ve had to contact a mental healer because there have been some incidents.” She said.



“What kind of incidents Mrs. Parkinson?” Molly asked sipping her tea.



“Please call me Cecile.” She took a breath and faced Molly. “Pansy has had trouble sleeping and the other night she had a nightmare. She was sleepwalking along the hall calling for Ron to help her. She wouldn’t calm down until I told her that I would get him. Then she was able to sleep, but she was sleeping and she was scared.”



“I’m sure she was. She was looking for the boy that saved her.” She said.



“Yes, the healer said as much. He also came up with something that might help our daughter.” Mrs. Parkinson told her.



“What type of solution?” Molly set down her tea and gave Pansy’s mother her full attention.



“The healer suggested that Ron either spend some time here in one of the guest rooms or at Ron’s home. Although he was more inclined to the latter for a number of reasons.” She said looking at the woman hopefully.



Cecile only knew Molly Weasley by reputation but it was a pristine one. She accepted everyone without questions and was always willing to help if asked. Her husband was a man of honor and it showed in the actions of his son. She was sure this woman would be willing to help Pansy.



“I am more then willing to help, but what were his reasons? Just out of curiosity.” She asked.



“She thinks since the attack occurred in our nearby forest area, that it would be beneficial to spend time away from the location of her rape.”



“That’s understandable.” Molly said.



“She also thinks that spending time with her rescuer in a household with a peer her own age would help her confront her fears.” She looked at Molly. “I want Pansy to feel like herself again. She was so scared.”



“I’m sure she was. You can tell Pansy she is welcome for as long as she needs. I’m going to get her room ready, we have some empty ones now with only Ron and Ginny in the house.” She stood and took the other woman’s hand. “You are welcome to floo to our home anytime you wish. Anytime you want, anytime of day.”



“Thank you Molly.” She asked hugging the shorter, plump woman and found a distinct comfort in the embrace. “I’ll tell Pansy.”



“We’ll expect her in a few hours.” Molly took her leave, her heart going out to the woman struggling to help her daughter. Having her away from home even for a brief time was hard, she could see that. She knew Ron would help her because he cared about Pansy. He would try.





A/N: Hey architect, I need a beta. Interested?