The Bloody Anne Saga

“You’ve got some nerve to come back here; you’re not the only one who can smell fear.”
“Wild”
-Poe


They moved through the cover of darkness, becoming one with the shadows, sneaking past the few guards that patrolled the borders.
He hadn’t told Harry what he was doing. Even though Harry loved Ginny as much as he did, he didn’t understand. She was all he had left. His parents were dead the first to be murdered in the first attack. The twins had gone next, then bill, who’d come back in town at the wrong time. He was just a victim caught in the crossfire. Percy was last. He foolishly confronted Lady Anne to try to get her to see reason. They had been friends once. The rumor in the underground was he’d offered him a position in her service, as a type of aide. Not as high ranking as the others because he was, after all, a pure blood. He’d refused, there had been an argument and she’d killed him.

He had to demand that Charlie stay in Romania. There were only three of them left. One of them had to survive because only a miracle would keep he and Ginny alive.

And now, Ginny, captured.

Pushing back the wave of sadness, he tightened his resolve and signaled the other four that had gone with him to the right. They’d found old plans for the Ministry in the attic of the Burrows. His dad had brought them home one day and forgotten them. He glanced at them now, then at the tall building looming in front of them.
There was a small drainage area in the far left of the building that they could sneak into and make their way to the dungeons. The plan was only to rescue Ginny and get the hell out. No surprise attack, no recon, just rescue and escape. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to believe they could make a dent in their regime. At least, not yet.
At his signal, one of the men loosened the grate and the five crawled through. He didn’t think about what he was crawling though or what lurked in the shadows, he only thought of finding Ginny.
When she’d been captured, he’s gone crazy, demanding a search and rescue. Harry, practical as ever, told him there was no way they could go after her. Anne would be expecting it and none of them would survive.
That was almost a year ago.
It terrified him to think of what she’d endured over the months. Lady Anne and her right hand lieutenant were notorious for new ways of torture and murder.
Together, the two women were more ruthless than Voldemort ever was. And Lady Anne was adamant in her hatred of the Weasley’s
Crawling through the dungeons, Ron waved two of the troop to the left, two to the right. Whoever found Ginny first, got her the hell out, and then risked the spell that would make the small orbs they all carried glow warm.
He went straight, glancing in the windows of the locked rooms. He’d been down here once or twice when his father worked here, just curiosity taking over common sense. That and the twins talked him into going with them.
He walked through the dark halls, nervousness gnawing at his gut. Someone should have found her by now.
Turning the corner, he collided with a young man his age. Both fell to the ground, the other man yelping and covering hi head with his hands. Ron’s wand was out in an instant and aimed at the still huddled figure.
“I’m sorry.” Came a muffled response. “I didn’t se you.”
Ron’s wand lowered as he stared in disbelief the man on the floor.
“Malfoy?”
The man’s head shot up, his long blond hair covering part of faceface. Gray eyes stared at him intently, before shining in reconciliation.
“Weasley?”
The man climbed off the floor and looked at Ron in amazement. Ron, for his part, was in shock.
Everyone believed Draco Malfoy to be dead in the first wave. It was thought that Lady Anne tortured, then killer him.
“Your sister…Ginny…she’s here.” Draco said softly. Ron perked up.
“You know where? Show me!”
At that moment, the orb in Ron’s et wet warmed. He relaxed sligh So Someone had found her and gotten her out. He turned his attention back to Draco who suddenly cocked his head slightly.
“Come on. We’ll get you out of here.”
Draco blinked, and then shook his head.
“I can’t. She’ll find me.”
He frowned and stood straight suddenly, reminding Ron of the Draco Malfoy they all knew in Hogwarts.
“What the hell are you doing here, Weasley?” He snapped, his voice oddly quiet. “You need to get out of here, now! She’s coming!”
“Come with me, Malfoy. Merlin knows why I’m doing this, but we’ll get you to safety.”
“Would you listen to me, Weasel? Get the hell out now!”
“Draco?”
Both men froze at the voice. Suddenly Draco dropped to the floor, pushing himself towards the wall. Ron looked up as Lady Anne turned the corner.
“Are you being naughty, my pet? I know you heard me call…” she stopped, spotting Ron whose wand was back up, aimed at her.
“Oh, you’ve found someone.” She smiled. “Hello Ron was was wondering how long it would take you before you defied Harry and set out to rescue your sister?”
“Just taking back what is mine, witch.” Ron spat, his wand still aimed at her.
“Ronald Weasley, I never took anything from you.” She admonished. Merely borrowed. I had every intention of returning her.”
“How? Dead?” Ron asked angrily. She shrugged.
“Well of course, I couldn’t promise what shape she would’ve been in, just like I’m afraid she’s a little bruised now. And possibly slightly battered.”
“You bitch!” He spat.
“Temper, Ron.” She chastened. “Actually, it wasn’t your bitch sister I wanted Ron, it was you.”
She sighed. “Put your hand down Ron, if I had wanted to hurt you, you’d be on the ground, missing your wand by now. I merely wished to talk.”
“You couldn’t send an invitation?” He sneered. She looked at him dryly.
“I know you Ron. I was a part of your life for seven years. If I’d sent an invitation, would either you or Harry have accepted?”
He stopped. He knew he wouldn’t have and neither would Harry. The look on his face proved it.
“I thought as much. You never took anything I offered, did you? Well, unless it was homework.”
“We have nothing to say to you.” Ron said. “You proved which side you’re on the day of Graduation.”
“No, what I proved that day was that a Muggle born witch could do what Pure bloods couldn’t. That we’re stronger, smarter than you. Harry is living proof. His father, a pureblood, couldn’t stop Voldemort, but his mother, a Muggle born witch, saved her only sons life and temporarily vanquished Voldemort for fourteen years. And seventeen years after his first failure, I destroyed him completely.”
Ron looked at her. ‘Have you gone completely nutters?”
“No Ron. I am quite sane. You and the other pure bloods have to accept your extinction. You are rapidly becoming obsolete.”
“What are you going to do?” Ron challenged. “Send us all mad, like Malfoy?”
She smiled, glancing briefly down at the man still cowering against the wall.
“No. Draco’s a special case.” She held out her hand and he scrambled over to her, leaning against her leg, his head still down. She stroked his hair.
“My pet is slowly learning his place, atoning for his crimes. We’re not quite there yet, but we’re learning.”
“Will you listen to yourself?” Ron shouted. “You’re speaking about him like he was an owl or a cat. He isn’t a bloody pet!”
She only smiled, and continued stroking the blond man’s hair. Ron shook his head, exasperated.
“This is ridiculous!” He exclaimed, his temper finally overriding caution. “I’m not continuing this conversation with you as you are obviously too stupid or too stubborn to listen to reason.”
Anne’s hand froze on Draco’s head during Ron’s tirade. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Ronald.” She said calmly. He looked up at her his own eyes still angry.
“What?”
“Leave me sight, now.” She hissed.
“With pleasure.” He snapped back. “As soon as I figure out how to get tout of this hell hole!”
Anne strode forward, walking past Ron and down the hall he just came from. Stopping a moment, she turned toward the two men.
“Come here!” She snapped. A blond flash scrambled past Ron to take his place next to her.
The three walked down several hallways, each one darker than the next until Ron was horribly lost. Finally, he saw light and with a wave of her hand, a door opened.
She stepped our, holding the blond man back. Ron stepped past her, searching the trees for the rest of his troop. He spotted his baby sister being held by one of his men. She looked like death revisited but she was still alive.
Ignoring the woman he used to call friend, he stepped forward, his eyes only for his sister. She was alive, nothing else mattered.
“Ron?” Came the soft request. Tearing his eyes from his sister, he turned back to the dark haired woman and her companion. Their eyes met and for a moment they were two parts of the Golden Trio again. Her toffee eyes hardened and grew cold.
“That was the last time you will ever call me stupid.” She spat.
His blue eyes widened as he regarded her. He saw her hands rise and in the distance heard Ginny screaming at him to run.
Forgive me Ginny. He thought, straightening his back, his hands remaining at his side. Their eyes met one last time.
“Avada Kadavera!”
The green light hit him and he crumpled to the ground without a sound. Anne regarded the still body of the man she used to call friend, her mouth set grimly. A muffled scream caught her attention and she glanced up at the trees she knew Ginny and the rest of Ron’s troop were.
“Take that back to your leader.” She said loudly, pointing towards the still body. ‘Tell him this is the utter end to an era. There is no going back.”
Turning, she motioned the blond man before her and the two disappeared, leaving them to collect the first real tragedy under Lady Anne’s rule.