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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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“Close the door behind you Avery.” Avery closes the door and joins Rodolphus, Goyle Sr., and Crabbe Sr. in front of Voldemort.
“We are going to be raiding the Weasley home soon. I do not expect you to be able to capture The Boy. After recent events, I am unsure whether you will be able to pull off the task I am currently informing you of.” he pauses looking over at Avery. They all stay silent waiting for Voldemort to continue.
“I have been informed that the Weasley’s are having a wedding their wards will be weakened. I want you to focus on getting the Granger Witch. When you have her she is to be brought to me. I need to enchant her deep mind to resist Bane and ferret out his secrets. The girl is intelligent and strong willed. I will use that to conceive a plan of eliminating any threat Bane posses. He can not be controlled and will not be pre sueded to conform. So I must find out what he has done. Do you think you can handle the little girl or do I need to find someone more capable to promote to my inner circle and put you on guarding the camps?”
“If she is there and we can take her alive. We will bring her to you my Lord. I will not fail.” Avery stated bowing his head in front of Lord Voldemort.
“So I am guessing by your tone that you have volunteered your self to lead the raid.”
Avery had spoke too soon but there was no backing out now.
“I would be honored my Lord.”
“Good you and Goyle Sr. will lead the raid together in teams.”
“My team will be the first ones in.” Goyle Sr. replied. “The young recruts will be with you Avery. Since you are skilled at getting them to toe the line. This will be their first heavy fight.”
“I understand.” Avery said.
“ Vincent. Your boys will be in the raid on the Weasley Home. Do not get distracted.” Voldemort Hissed.
“Yes, my Lord. May we all make you proud to have us in your service.” At that they all bowed leaving the room.
Wedding Scene Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Chapter 8 page 137: Since I want to keep to the book as much as possible this has been a very hard chapter to write without a rewrite. All book quotes from Rowling will be in bold italic print.
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Note: Enter Hermione page 142 Chap 8. Note the Triwizard Tournament dress that was in the movie.
Enter Krum p143.
' “Talking about Muriel?” inquired George, reemerging from the marquee with Fred. “Yeah, she’s just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings.”
“Wasn’t he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty- four hours later?” asked Hermione.
“Well, yeah, he wet a bit odd toward the end,” conceded George.
“But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” said Fred. “He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, the run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out his __”
“Yes, he sounds a real charmer,” said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.
“Never married, for some reason,” said Ron.
“You amaze me,” said Hermione.
They were all laughing so much that non of them noticed the latecomer, a dark-haired young man with a large, curved nose and thick black eyebrows, until he held out his invitation to Ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, “You look vunderful.”
“Viktor!” she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made a loud thump quite disproportionate to it’s size. As she scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, she said, “I didn’t know you were--- goodness--- it’s lovely to see--- How are you?”
Ron’s ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, “How come you’re here?”
“Fleur invited me,” said Krum, eyebrows raised.
Harry, who had no grudge against Krum, shook hands; then, feeling that it would be prudent to remove Krum from Ron’s vicinity, offered to show him his seat.
“Your friend is not pleased to see me,” said Krum as they entered the now packed marquee. “Or is he a relative?” he added with a glance at Harry’s curly hair.
“Cousin,” Harry muttered, but Krum was not really listening. His appearance was causing a stir, particular. amongst the veela cousin’s: He was, after all, a famous Quidditch player. While people were still craning their necks to get a good look at him, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came hurrying down the aisle.
“Time to sit down,” Fred told Harry, “or we’re going to get run over by the bride.” '
end quote page 144 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows by J.K Rowling.
Note: You may want to go back and read through the chapter in the book. I will be putting highlights were the main Characters we dealing with show up and interact. As I said it is very hard not to do a rewrite here. I can’t paraphrase the quotes because it would loose there meaning here. I will try to summon up when possible.
The ceremony was over. People were dancing on the golden gleaming dance floor and people had started to take their sits chatting. The waiters walked pass carrying trays of sandwiches, tarts, butterbeer, and firewhiskey. Ron had sat down with Hermione and Luna with her father. Luna’s father drifted off to give his gifts to the newly bonded couple. And Luna went to dance on the dance floor. Ron smiled thinking of their fancy unique friend. But then it faded from his face as Krum had sat down. Hermione looked enduringly at him her hands tucked into her lap. Krum was not there to talk to Hermione. He wanted to know about Luna’s Father a scowl written across his face.
“Who is that man in the yellow?”
“That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron.
While Krum is occupied I’ll get Hermione out of here. He handed my that invitation just to provoke me he could have handed it to Fred or George.
“Come and Dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione.
Hermione was taken aback but she was not angry. She was pleased that Ron had wanted to dance with her. They vanished into the dance floor. Krum knew that she fancied the red head she waltzed off with. He did not know if they were together or not. He thought she was wasting her time on him. Though she liked him. He had only made her feel bad. That did not make him happy. She deserved everything. He did not mind being bang buddies but if she wanted more, even to the point of giving up his fan girls he would do so for her. Well may as well ask the curly red head see if he knows.
“Ah, they together know?”
“Er --- sort of,” said Harry.
He does not know anymore then I do. Well may as well make small talk and ask some questions.
Hermione put her arms around Ron’s neck the dance was slow paced. She had practiced dancing with Ron before and she knew he could dance well. He had asked something but she was too caught up in being with him to hear.
“What did you say?”
“I said what is going on with you and the Bulgarian Love Pot?”
“We are in the most magical romantic of places. Where most girls think about what the future will hold and you decide to ask that? Mind you did not ask me to dance it was more like an order.”
He looks taken aback. He brushes his hand on her check.
“Sorry. It’s just---I love you Hermione. I want you to know that --- I know I am not the best for you but” She cuts him off kissing him deeply then wraps her arms around his waist burying her head into his dress robes. They sway to the music.
Hermione told Ron to go get her some butterbeer and take a seat. She had to go check her hair. But what she was really doing was get him away. She had spotted Krum storming after Luna’s father and head off to intercept him.
“Hi Krum.” She said lightly flirting.
“Hermione, Er--Hi.” Krum responded.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing that can’t wait. I am here for you mostly anyway.”
“Oh.” she blushed flustered.
“Care to have a dance with me.”
She keeps an eye out looking for Ron and pulled Krum in the opposite direction.
“You did not seem like you have been enjoying the evening. Hope it is nothing to serious.” She stated.
“Is nothing really. Old family score. You know how that can be.”
She snickered “Not really but that’s alright.” she smiled up at him.
“Oh, sorry sometimes I forget. You are so knowledgeable of the magical world.” He spins her around him. “That I forget you do not come from here.”
“So, are you and that bloke you were with earlier together now?”
“I am never sure. I thought you had a game this week. Or that is what you had told me.”
“I had one, but it vas very short. You should have seen it just plucked the snitch out of the air. It flew right pass my face right off the bat. Most disappointing for the fans though. No one likes an easy game accept those that win bet on them.”
“Yeah, most people would like to see more action.”
Krum looked deep into her eyes, she could feel her cheeks flush from the heat of that gaze “I certainly understand that vould you like to see more action? " he asked in a sultry tone.
He spun her back into his arms. His stance was stern. He looked nervous. “Hermione --- I want to tell you something. -- I want to come with you. Fight by your side. I know I will Ave to give up my career. I know ve vell be facing much danger. You already are.” He handed her a poorly printed magical print. She looked at it her face fell in confused agitation. Then then she looked back at him having collected herself.
"I Ave seen this before. It is about to get nasty. My Vamily has had much experience in Vighting dark wizards. I think I Vould be of much use to you and your Vriends." Krum kissed her hand. "If you Vish it of me I Vill aid you at this most desperate time."
“Krum you will be much more use to us being who you are and spreading word against the new powers that be. Since you already know what is going on. You could use you status to help rally support that would be more help then going running off with me.” Krum looked as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders by her words. The shift in his demeanor was unmistakable. Hermione noticing the change and looked deep into his eyes. She had seen that look before in the faces of other men at a distance. Proposing to a pregnant women who had just said no. The same look was glaring back at her those dark percing eyes Krum had done his duty and was glad to be relieved of it.
Ron sat watching with butter beers in hand. There was Hermione across the way dancing with Krum. He was spinning her around to a fast beat song. Ron had spotted them as Hermione had swept off to keep him on the other side of the room. Ron had wanted to keep her away from the Super Star. She had been dancing with him her head on his chest as they danced to a slow romantic beat. He could still feel the warmth of her. Krum was too old for her, did not have her best interest in mind, anyone could see that his career came first he was too much of a glory hound, and self centered.
“Arrogant Prick.” he muttered as he turned his head as Hermione was looking toward his general direction. He could see the displeasure in her face she was working up her courage to do something unpleasant. Here it comes he thought. No matter what the romance novels say money and fame will always win out over True Love. Well if any witch deserves a happly ever after it's Hermione. The next thing Ron knew Hermione was standing in front of him. He looked up.
“Hi, Where is Barney? I have not seen him in a while. It’s easy to lose him in the ginger sea. I guess that is the whole point of it though. Is’nt it?”
“Yeah I guess.” he scanned the room looking for Harry and spotted him talking to Doge . Across the way some Veela relatives were flirting with Krum who was animately talking about his last game. He noticed Hermione clutching a moving Photo of her looking on in shock as a camera had clicked.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.” She shoved what looked like a poster into her bag. He let it go and pretended like her did not notice her earlier.
“There will be a waltz coming up soon. I don’t think anyone will believe you can dance like that unless they see it.”
“Well most people think I am clumsy and dunderhead. Even some witches I know.”
She jabbed at him playfully. “I do not. I know well you can dance. But you can get a little thick at times.”
“At what times would that be?”
“Oh stop it. You're going to try to pick a fight I can hear it in your voice. What is it with you why are getting me rallied up anyway?”
“Maybe I like it when your angry. The way your cheeks light up and the expression in your eyes.” He smiled.
“You are awful cheeky Ron Weasley. I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“You would not know what to do without me.” He grabbed her by the arm as the waltz began no one could believe that they could dance as they did. Ginny pointed over the couple talking to the Patil twins that had been invited by Fleur. They giggled what do you know Hermione had been telling the truth when she had said Ron could dance in their sixth year at Hogwarts. She had been so angry with him but Ginny knew they would get back together. They were both being childish. Everyone was happy and enjoying themselves. You would not think there was a war coming. Just lost in the moment. Just then the last chance dance came up. All the women on the dance floor headed to the other side of the floor and so did the men. It just so happened that the next chance partner for Hermione was none other then Viktor Krum. This was not going to end well. Viktor danced with Hermione and on to the next dance talking with her about his fears for her safety and things he had over heard about the coming trouble that many said would spread. Adding light moments of fond memories for the couple and making jokes. Ron had sat down stewing after dancing with one of the veela cousins. He had sat down with them talking.
“It is an absolute wonderful wedding. A real delight I am glad I was invited everyone is so friendly and happy. Well maybe not everyone.” she looked over at him.
“What is a matter Kneazle got your tongue?”
“No. Your right this is beautiful," he was looking over at Hermione who was laughing.
“Enjoy your trip here? No problems I hope.”
“No, not at all. But there was a travel advisory to stay away. They say that there is some turmoil going on but there is no talk in the news here of it. But with You Know Who knew to be roaming about. There is going to be trouble. Will his followers and such. Many muggleborn couples had been attacked.”
“Really I had not heard.”
“Most of the attacks had been hushed up. I here they are also putting up charms on some building around muggle London.”
“Oh don’t believe a word of it. Conspiracy garbage Georgina ,all of it. A girl with long blond locks flowing in braids to her toes said.
Ron had finally got up his nerve. He pulled his jacket off putting it on the back of the chair. “Right or wrong. Win or lose. Somethings are just worth fighting for. Excuse me ladies but a wizards got to do what a wizards got to do.” He started wading trough the crowd.
“Sorry for this Fleur Bill” Ron said as he passes them. They looked at one another and Molly confused. Arthur Weasley looked up and then rub his hands as he saw the direction were Ron was going.
Molly watching Arthur took in the scene again then realizing what was about to happen and went to head it off.
“Sit down Witch. You told me to stay out of it so you will too.”
“Arthur that was different. This Fleur and Bills wedding this is not the right time for them to have a row.”
“No time like the present. My boy just standing up for what is his.”
Fleur finally getting what was happening giggles “ Arthur vour so old vasioned.”
“But Krum will kill him.” Molly stated worried.
“I don’t think that will be the case.” Arthur stated proudly.
“Bill you don’t vink he vil get harmed do vou” Fleur whispered.
“Ron grew up with Fred and George as his older brothers.” Bill winked, "He is tougher then you think."
Aurthur took another bite of cake and a drink of butterbeer. "Tougher then he realizes." he muttered smugly.
Ron had made it to where Krum and Hermione were dancing. He tapped Krum on the shoulder hard.
“I’m cutting in Mate.”
“Go find your own witch. Mate.” Krum said mate awkwardly and with a sting in it.
“You don’t get it I am not asking. I am telling you I am cutting in.” At that moment he popped Krum right in the jaw. Krum hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Arthur stated proudly to Fleur, “That’s my boy!”
Hermione gasp and started yelling. “Ron stop it!”
“May be you deserve better then me but it sure isn’t this Overrated Pompous Peach.”
Krum began rubbing his jaw and shaking his head to clear it. The boy hits harder then a bludger at close range Krum thought. "Overrated Pompous Peach am I. At least with me she wont be living in a hovel some where Vondering Vere her next meal Vill come from. Or perhaps you are hoping with her keen intellect she will find a carrier supporting you maybe huh."
"Krum stop it!" Tears were flowing from her face. Krum did not notice his word had hurt her far more deeply then they did Ron. "Ron." she said laying a hand on his chest but she could see it was too late.
Ron face flushed with anger through gritted teeth he said. "Get up you sorry excuse for a Boggart."
Krum was already getting back to his feet as he did so he was shedding his tails and rolling up his sleeves.
“I vat is the vay you vont it. Carrot top. Then I am happy to oblige you.”
“Krum back off! ” Hermione yelled. “Ron you stop this right now.”
Ron began to roll up his sleeves. The crowd had was forming around them. Harry had noticed the commotion and spotting Ron and Krum was trying to quickly move through the crowd which was watching the scene fascinated trying to make it over to them as quickly as he could manage.
“So how do you want me to kick your sorry bum. Fist, wands, or a one on one Quidditch.”
"VWon on VWon Quidditch now I know U to be insane. I am the best Qudditch player in the Vizziarding World. Who are you to the best Quidditch seeker of this age? Vu are no one. A noFing."
"And this nothing. Says right here infront of Merlin and everyone. That your are an arrogant overrated wind bag. And there is nothing, that this nothing can't beat you at."
“Zo be it. I vill make it a ver Vight. I Vill not take advantage of you with Qudditch, Van I am no Vool and Vou have been Viting you no Vo with the chosen Won Zo it will not be Vanz. Ve'll set this with our hands for the hand of Hermione.” Krum was not speaking well mangling his wording.
“Any way is fine with me. If I win you leave and don’t come near her again.”
“I am not some Quidditch trophy to be fought over. I make my own decisions. I - decide who I will be with.” Hermione stomp her foot. “You two stop this right now!”
“Fine, You decide then. Choose.” Ron turned to her. So did the crowd.
Hermione’s jaw dropped. Standing there in the lime light. Krum calmed.
“That’s vine by me I think that we both need to know vere we ztand.”
There was a long pause both men looking over at Hermione. The crowd stared silently as harry continued to push his way closer.
“I-- uhm.” Hermione took two steps back away from the two young wizards. Both of whom had crossed their arms looking at her expectantly waiting for her decision. Krum looking as though he had already won. Ron looking at her expecting-- Well, she never really knew what Ron expected. "I--uhh" her eyes darted around the room as if there maybe some means of escape.
‘At that moment, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed right in the middle of the astonished dancers’..."Then the Patronus’s mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“The Ministry has fallen, Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.” ' p159 Harry potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Author note: The next time we see Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Will be Chapter 15 p306 of the Deathly Hallows. The next chapters we will be following Ginny, Luna, and Neville as we get on the train to Hogwarts with Snape as headmaster.
Muggle life has taken a turn in a place I was not expecting. I may not be updating for awhile. I will try to get back to the story as soon as I can. Bye My Lovelies Hope to see you soon. Lady of Spades.
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