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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’s POV
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“What happened to you?” George chortled at his brother who was dripping wet.
“I fell in the pond.” he said.
“Mom was worried sick you know.” Ginny throw him a towel with a knowing look. “You missed dinner.”
“I’ll make up for it at breakfast. Had too much weighing on my mind.” He dried himself off while walking up the steps. He looked to the side noticing Ginny was watching him.
I gazed at Ginny’s room that Hermione shared when she was here. Then decide to go to bed. Little sis thought I did not notice her watching me from just below.

The next morning Kingsley had showed up at the Burrow for breakfast. He was here on Order business but mom insisted he stay for breakfast. They were going over the final preparations to get Harry here. The spell that was protecting Harry at number 4 Privet Drive would be gone soon. They went over magical transport Thestral and Firebolts. They had went over several ideas on how to do this muggle transport. I had volunteered to be a driver. Most of the adults had never drove a car in their life. Harry could not use magic or the trace would locate him. There was great debate over the process. In the end Mad Eye Moody had suggested brooms mostly with a added touch he said he had to work out the details. They had been going over maps of the surrounding area most of the morning. The map was an animate to show wind current at the time. I was sitting stuffing a bit of egg and sausage in my mouth while I watched the swirls of red and blue go around the map. A clump of egg fell off my fork and on to the map rolling off of the table.
“Ron! Will you stop stuffing your face?” Hermione said to me as more egg rolled on her jeans.
“I am very hungry, okay.” I did said trying to do my usual eating mouth full routine. Usually ‘Mione would roll her eyes and grin a bit; but something in it had made Hermione suspect something. I could tell by the way she looked at me.
“Are you alright, Ron?” Hermione inquired.
I decided to hop up to get some more bacon and sausage.
“Just peachy.” I answered. Hermione was so focused on me she did not see Ginny give the twins a look that said if they did or said anything they would be on the wrong end of her Bat-Bogey Hex.
“Ronald Weasley!” mother snapped at me. Making me nearly jump out of my skin. “I have not doubled those yet.”
“Sorry mum.” I decided to eat the bacon I picked up.
“What a pig.” I heard Hermione breath out as she drank her morning tea. She’s giggling underneath her tea cup. I wish she would not look at me like that. She is peering over her tea with a look of endearment. I don’t deserve. I failed to protect her. I let her storm out of here practically gave her over and not remembering she was out there. I shook my head my hair falling over my eye. I let her get hurt. A woman that perfect. Deserves a man who can keep her safe. Not some goofy, poverty stricken screwup tosser who lets her get raped. She should have never been alone. I vow that she will not go unprotected again. I will stand by her thick and thin. No matter what happened. I won’t fail her again. She deserves at least that much of me. I pour myself a cup of tea and intently spilling it all over myself.
“Uh...” I planned to go upstairs and change allowing me a few moments away from her affectionate gaze and a chance to forget about how baddly I had failed her for a second or two.
How could she ever forgive me for letting her get hurt?
Hermione flicked her wand cleaning the spill and drying my pants. She really was too much.
“Honestly, Ron you can use magic now you know." She tried to hug me but I flinched away. She suddenly looked hurt. Hermione’s face flashed a look of rejection. She turned away.
Now I feel even worse. It was not intentional, more of a reflex really. “Bloody hell.” I mumble under my breath.” How could I do worse.
Suddenly Shacklebolt said he had to leave. I watched as he stood.
“I will get my cloak it looks like a dreary day outside.” she started up stairs.
“What?” I watched Hermione walk upstairs. Where was she off to. I wondered. She’s not going anywhere with out me!! Bloody witch hope she does not object. I start to get angry. Turned it into determination. I got to out stubborn her.
“What’s she on about?” I turned to Shacklebolt.
“Mad Eye told me to bring Hermione back to the head quarters. He said he need to talk to her in person. To finalize his plans.”
Fine. I cast a spell Accioing my cloak and broom a stern determined look had washed over me. I am not let her leave without me and that’s that.
I watched as Hermione came back down stairs with her cloak on and bag in hand.
“Where are you going, Ron?” Hermione asked.
“With you. Of course.” I said the sternly looking at her. Don't you stop me witch. Don't you even try.
“Ron I’ll take good care in transporting Miss Granger. I am a well trained wizard you know.” Shacklebolt almost chuckled until I rounded on him making him look into my eyes.
They may not take me seriously. I set my jaw and with the most determined and harshest voice I could come up with saying___
You will let me come, along, or you can Kill Me. Are you willing to do that? This is not happening”
I ment every word. I grabbed my wand. Looking for Shockbolt to stun me and keeping one eye in the back of my head for Hermione to pull of a hex on me leaving me on the ground as she decided to leave. There was no doubt in my mind she would pull something like that and I will not be caught off guard.
A stunned silence fills the room. As I continued.
“You know who is still out there.___
I communicated with him with a small nod that not many would pick up on but Shacklebolt had. I did not mean Voldemort. I meant Bane.
___Dolohov, Bellatrix,Rookwood, and who knows how many other Death Eaters by now. It’s dangerous. How many deaths have been reported in the muggle world alone. Not mention the missing ads in the Quibbler. I am going with you or you’re not going at all.” I look over at Hermione. “ As I said over my dead body!”
Fred broke the tension.
“Ron has a point. He has.” Fred pauses “Kingsley, you should see the shape Diagon Alley is in. It would not be a bad idea to have another wand with you.”
“He‘s right you know.” said Molly. She stood over Kingsley. Then she looked up at her clock. The hands were always leaning toward mortal peril any more even when they were home they tilted that way.
“It‘s a sound idea lad. Well we must be off then. Thank you Molly. See you soon.” He hugged her.
Kingsley gave the signal for them to head out. I take a few steps then look back. He slapped his hand on the table gently looking around.
"Take Care. All." and Kingsley started heading for the door Hermione right behind him.
Kingsley and Hermione were flying in front while I stayed close behind them keeping an eye out for trouble . It was a dreary day and it was just perfect for some death eater to be hide in the clouds. They keep up the watch. All of them were tense until they arrived at Grimmauld Place. They land watching for anyone or thing that maybe following. Then hurried inside.
I scanned one last time for any sign of trouble before entering myself. They shed their cloaks and put them on the drying rack.
“Hermione your here. It’s only three days now until we get Harry. I have a plan but I need your suggestion on the situation.” I followed as Mad Eye and Hermione walked down the hall.
He sat them down in the living area. Shacklebolt went on.
I was wondering what Mad Eye was on about. Of course he need Hermione’s advice. She was brilliant. But what was the plan and why ask Hermione? I hoped he did not want to separate us.
“Heres the plans___
He goes over his ideas. Talking with the both of them.
___Do you think Potter would go along with it?”
“No, he would not allow us to be in danger because of him. He would fight it.”
I watch as Hermione informs Mad Eye of Harry's personality any one that was close to him knew Harry would always put himself before others when danger was involved.
Moody just shakes his head. “That’s what I was afraid of. Is there any way you and young Weasely here could convince him other wise.”
She looked over at me. I slumped my shoulders. She nodded.
“There is no way we could talk him into it. He would rather take the brunt of the danger rather then put anyone else at risk.” I listened to Hermione‘s words knowing they were true. How are we going to convince Harry? I rolled it around in my head. He would rather be dead then let someone sacrifice them self for him. This was bigger then all three of them and Harry was the key.
“We don’t have much time. The Death Eaters will be all over him once the ward drops at his 17th birthday and there is the trace be to considered. We can’t just apparition out of there. They blocked most of the network connections. For his own protection, of course. If we try to open the floo network or any magic at all. Even port key in the house. They would find him and us. Understand?” I watched as Moody and Hermione sat in thought for a bit but came up empty. Oi, like I was going to be much better. Hermione finally spoke up.
“I guess. I could just pluck it from his thick skull. I don’t think he would back lash at me as much as he would you Ron.”
“She has a point.” I nodded at her.
“So be it. You two will stay here until we gather for the raid. Contestant vigilance! Trust no one.” He said sternly. His eye was always spinning anymore. He was right. Even people close to us could be coerced or Imperioed by now. Then I remembered one leak in that plan and piped up.
“Absolutely not! Snape knows how to get in here. It’s comprised! I forbid it. Any of the Death Eaters could get in here.” Ron crosses his arms.
“Of course, How could I missed that! Your right. I am getting too old for this.” He looks over at Ron. “Since your here, Weasely take Hermione back to the Burrow. I have business with Kingsley here. Think you can manage it.”
Ron nods. That or over my dead body. And with my final dying action I will make sure Hermione gets away. He shakes himself out of those thoughts and this was no time to slouch. He promptly answers.
“Will do, Sir. See you in three days time.” Ron holds out his hand. Hermione seems put out. He looks at her his hand out. She had not spoke much except for direct questions the past few days.
“Sorry.” She comes out of her stupor.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” he put his hand under her chin. She was on the verge of tears.
“It’s nothing, just stress, is all.” She takes his hand other hand. Yeah, right. And I am Harry Potter.
“Really?” He pulled her up from the sofa. She wipes her eyes. “You can talk to me you know. I whispered “I am there for you. I intend to keep my word.” Ron walks her slow to the exit.
“It’s just. Just...” Hermione rarely stuttered unless she was really upset. I tried a sly smile in her direction. Try to get her to open up to me.
“Just what? You can tell me.” One moment they were walking and the next he was having to catch her. Her knees went out on her as if under the jelly legs jinx.
“I have no family.” he looks on as she starts to sob.
“What ya mean by that?” What else has happened. Tell me they had not fucked the duck and let her parents get killed.
“I obliviated them Ron. My parents...Had to, They would never be safe. If I didn’t.” He listens as she can hardly tell him what she has done. She is blaming herself. Almost as if she had murdered them. He thought or at least committed a crime. She has lost her parents. She thinks she lost her family but...
“Hermione.” He looks into her eyes. “You will always have a place in the Weasely Family. Always. We are your family.” I look unto her eyes she looked crushed. He kissed her hand. Cradling it. Well I’d rather have her angry at me. She should be angry at me. “No matter what mate you choose. You will always be welcome at the Weasely home, because it’s your home to. You and him...Who ever he may be.” Here it comes. He gets ready for her to blast him into oblivion. She gets a confused and annoyed look on her face.
“RON, How can one man - be - so charming, so loving, so caring, and THEN SO, SO, Infuriating and insensitive. SO, SO, dunderheaded. ALL AT THE SAME TIME. ALL This time I swear.”
Now to make this last a while. Before she get time to to think. I don’t want her getting back in the same mood she had been and crying. Ron snorts. Brushing the tips of his fingers across his shirt buttons.
“That’s just my charm show’n. By the way I love you, too Hermione.” He watches as she sits there in shock but she had not moved away from him, yet. It was going to be a long flight now he thought. She moved away.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TOO!”
“I NEVER Said I Love You.”
“Yes, ya did I heard you. I am not deaf you know.” satisfied I smirk and starts walking.
“I know EXACTLY what I SAID and I did not say that.”
“Yes, ya, did. I heard you loud and clear.”
“I WOULD NEVER EVER do A_N_Y_T_Hing So STupid as THAT! I am THE smartest witch of our age. I KNOW WHAT I said. I know what was said and it WAS NOT that.”
“Well, L_o_o_k the sm_m-artest witch of our age. Just said she loo_ved me.” I clutch together my hands bring term up to my face with up a blush over my neck.
“RONALD WEASLEY! I said NO such THING. YOU take That BACK!”
“Can’t help it. We just confessed "Placing my hand over my heart continuing my statement, "OUR undying love TO EACH Other.”
I stalk out the door being vigilant. Maybe not the best idea I have ever had. You think!
“Okay Hop on my love stick.” I mount my broom. This is going be interesting.
“You TAKE it BACK!”
“I have not Given it to you yet.” I may be going too far, ha-ha-ha.
“RONALD!”
“Come on Hermione. There maybe Death Eaters about. Not joking this time.”
“UHHH!!!!GRRR...”
“Come on,” he said holding his hand out. She storms over to him. I feel her hands wrap around my midsection.
“I am high as I can fly. With my love. I can soar and score.” Taking off fast. Hermione tenses she never did like riding a broom.
“RON. YOU will be LUCKY if there is ENOUGH of you left to FIT in A MATCH BOX!!”
“You love me. You said so.” He soared through the clouds. What’s that muggle song she likes? Oh yeah, it comes back to me.
“Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belo-ong
Far from the world we know
Where the clear wi-inds blow
Love lift us up where we belo-ong”
I sway the broom back and forth. Acting as pleased as punch.
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Ron’s POV ends back at the Burrow:
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“YES YOU DID!”
“NO, I DID NOT!!”
“YES Ya did.”
“NO, I DIDn’t”
Could be heard in the clouds.
“Mom. Ron and Hermione are back. I get dibs on their food.”
“What are you on about George?” Molly ask. She hears Hermione. Levitating cloths into the scrub bucket and flicks her wand the board begins scrubbing a red flannel shirt. Peers out the window seeing Ron fall to the ground Hermione standing over him.
Meanwhile out side:
“NO NO I DIDn’t” Hermione grabs the broom from under his legs pulling back on the stirrups tripping him. She grabs it up. And looks as if she has all intention of budging him to death with it. She swings he blocks.
“Yes YOU Did!”
“No I Did NOT!!!” she swings at him hitting him across his arm.
“You did. YOU did.You DID!”
“No I certainly did NOT.” she hisses chasing him.
Ginny peers out the window seeing Hermione brandishing his own broom at Ron. She looks back at the mirror brushing her hair. Smiling.
“Good to have things back to normal. Right George?”
“Right. Fred.” the twin clank their glasses together.
Hermione chases Ron beating at him until she finally pops him in the mouth blood dripping down his chin. He grabs the broom away from her. Putting it in the broom closet.
“YES...ya did!” He peered around the closet door. Slamming the door Ron with a strut swiftly moves over to the back door.
“No you don’t! YOU GET BACK hear RON I am NOT DONE with YOU yet!”
She storms in the twins watching from a safe distant.
“I L..” Ron begins but is promptly hit by Geldory LockHearts “Magical Me”
“NO, I DID not.”
“Yes you did!” he shouts as she runs up stairs. Into her and Ginny’s room
."No I Did NOT!” she yells down as she slams the door.

RON runs up the stairs.
“NICE TO HAVE THINGS BACK TO NORMAL.” yells George.
“YEAH GEORGE I WAS BEGINNING to MISS the QUIET.” Fred and George tease.
He hears her infuriated cry.
With a smirky grin Ron treks to his room. Sadness in his eyes. “What right do I have to a woman like that?” he sighs. Ginny watches as his door closes a single tear flowing down his cheek. "At least she is not sad any more", he mutters to himself. Ginny decides she needs to talk to Hermione. She turn back to the bathroom grabbing her comb. She walks to her room. Where Hermione is punching a stuffed Hypogriff.

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Bane’s happy mood is evaporating faster than the dew off the grass. Anytime that Granger witch sticks her head out of her protective charms, that damn red headed bull dog is right by her side, or following her guarding her from the shadows. To move on her now would be an act of downright stupidity thinks Bane.
In boredom, he stops at the home of a rich boring weak but handsome muggle boy of about 23 or 4 he has been tormenting recently. He has raped this boy 3 or 4 times now he forgets exactly.
Well I do need a new place to stay he thinks. He turns himself to smoke slipping in under the door. The young man is getting ready for work, He works 2nd shift at a muggle accounting firm. His dad thought it would be good for him to start at the bottom.
“Hello, Chris.” Bane sang out. “I’m afraid you're going to have to call in sick for the next week or so. You and I are going to be spending some quality time together."
“NOT YOU” the young man yelled. “NOT AGAIN, I can’t go through that again.” he wept.
“Oh come on Chris its not that bad, I’ve only raped you what 3 times now? Don’t be such a wimp, Now call in, take your pants off, get over here and bend over like a good little fag or I will make you, and this time I’m not leaving after. No, we’re gonna take some time and get to know each other real well.”
“I won’t live like this.” he cries. Chris runs to the closet grabbing out a gun. He puts it to his own head and pulls the trigger.
Well didn’t expect that so soon, Bane thought with great satisfaction as he gazed at the dead body and his brains all over the bathroom floor. He was even weaker than I thought Bane muses.
Well can’t stay here now he thought the muggle police will be here soon, In this neighborhood, someone is sure to report the gunshot.
This is just too easy I need a challenge he thought. But everyone interesting is either out of reach like the damn Granger witch, or under Tom’s protection. Time to rattle Tom’s cage and see what falls out he muses to himself.
Sirens could be heard outside, as he departs. He has already started composing a message to “Lord Voldemort” in his head.
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