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Duty Took My Husband, The Court Wants My Children	By : Cliodhna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duty Took My Husband, Now the Court Wants My Children

Disclaimer: I neither own nor make money off of J.K. Rowling’s characters. Any original characters are my own, however, so please do NOT borrow without permission. Enjoy!

Summary: After a mission where Ron, Harry and Ginny help rescue victims of a wizarding sex slave ring, the dark wizards running it come after them. After an attack, Hermione is left a widow, and the wizarding courts want a say in how her children will then be reared. HGxSS, some HGxCW, with a possible alternate ending, depenind on reader input.

This story came to me at work one night, and may turn out to have an alternate ending, depending on readers’ opinions.

As always, first review gets the next chapter dedicated to that reader. Enjoy! ~LadyKyo

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Chapter 1:

“Rose, change right now, “ Hermione Weasley said in a stern voice. Her daughter, Rose Ermegard Weasley, stared back with indolence only an adolescent can must. At seventeen, Rose was testing her parents at every turn, from dyeing her red hair black and straightening it chemically at a muggle salon, to her latest fashion trend – everything black and hanging off her young frame.

“Yeah, Rose, you look like a Deatheater,” Hugo, her younger brother, chimed in. Fourteen years old, Hugo Harold Weasley’s favorite pastime was picking at his sister, trying to incite familial chaos and seeing just what he could saying before getting a good spank.

“Hugo Harold Weasley, that is IT! We do not make light of Deatheaters in this house, and we certainly do not compare a sibling’s appearance or demeanor to them,” with a flick of her hands, Hermione wordlessly, wandlessly silenced both of her children.

“Now that’s settled,” Hermione said through gritted teeth, “Rose, you will put on something appropriate. Trousers, blouse, robes. Your father will appreciate a young lady at this dinner, not a Dementor masquerading as one.

“Hugo, you will enjoy writing an essay on why you don’t call someone a Deatheater – or say they resemble on. Six feet, before you go back to school Sunday evening.

“Are we clear, kids?”

Rose glared sullenly at her mother before raising her wand, tapping her oversized clothing and whispering a spell to change her outfit.

“Muuuuu-uuuuuuuuum, why is Rose allowed to use magic at home and I can’t?” Hugo whined.
Rose sneered at her little brother. “Because I’m old enough to begin my apprenticeship, you gob-brained gremlin.”

“Rose, you do NOT want to remind me about your lack of apprenticeship,” Hermione said. “You were given an extension by Headmaster McGonagall because it is such a new process, but you only have until Halloween to pick a concentration and Christmas to find a Mistress to study under.”

“Or Master,” Hugo chirped, causing both mother and daughter to glare at him.

“Teddy would have kittens,” Rose said loftily. Hermione shook her head. “What, Mum?”

“Not now, Rose. Now, grab on, both of you, or we’ll be late,” Hermione said. Each child wrapped their arms around one of their mother’s, and Hermione felt the soft, fluttery warmth she remembered from whem she first found she was carrying each child.
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With a hearty ‘thud’, Hermione and her children arrived at the public apparation point and gave their outfits a pat and a once-over before heading into the Ministry of Magic main hall. The MOM had been remodeled a few times since the War. It had been necessary as its departments had grown, changed and more had been added. In fact, one department in particular was Hermione’s own brainchild: the Department for Charms Development, Regulation and Licensing.
Originally, there had been only the Department of Charms Development, but even as a student, Hermione could see there was not only a need for civilian charms research and development, but also an arm of the MOM to regulate and license charms developers in order to provide for public safety. She had gotten the idea from a documentary she and Ron had watched in Muggle Studies about the muggle United States FDA and USDA. Hermione knew that if food and drugs could be tested and regulated, so could things in the wizarding world.
If it hadn’t been for friends and family in high places, though, Hermione had long ago conceded, no-one would have given a muggleborn’s idea such credence. A few owls, some publicity in the Quibbler, and a grant from the Dumbledore estate had let Hermione take the time to write her proposal, win a debate with Grotts Crouchly, head of the Charms Department, and select a small staff of four Charms experts (plus herself) to build the new department from the ground up.
Hermione gave herself a mental shake. This is Ron’s night. Ron’s, and Harry’s, and Ginny’s. And I know we all couldn’t be prouder.
As she and her children passed through the hall, Hermione smiled warmly at fellow witches and wizards. Enchanted balloons with Harry, Ron, Ginny and a few other aurors led the way.
The Weasleys smiled as they scanned the room for Ron, who was speaking animatedly with Harry and Ginny Potter. Hermione led her children, only to be stopped a few feet from Ron by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Head of the auror corps.
“Ah, Mrs. Weasley, you are as youthful as ever,” Kingsley smiled, leaning down and kissing Hermione’s cheeks.
“Yar, she is, Kings, just last week in muggle London a bloke tried to pick up Rose and her ‘big sis’,” Hugo smirked at his sister and mum.
“And young Master Hugo Weasley. I see your mouth still gets you in plenty of trouble,” Kingsley replied with a hearty chuckle. “And, ahem, your not so delicate Rose. How are you, girl?” Kingsley added with a bit of an edge to his voice.
“Fine. How’s your bald head, Shacklebolt?” Rose sneered.
“Rose!” Hermione grabbed Rose’s arm.
“It’s fine, Hermione. The girl and I are not fast friends,” Kingsley gave the trio a slight bow and departed for other guests.
Hermione scowled at Rose, who scowled right back. About a year ago, Kingsley had introduced his niece, Gemma Shacklebolt, to Teddy Tonks-Lupin Potter at Christmas dinner with the Weasley clan. In retaliation, Rose had charmed Kingsley’s scalp, resulting in a red and green striped afro that sang bits from Christmas carols randomly. Then Kingsley set Rose with a modified truth or dare hex, causing her to blurt out ‘for Teddy to finally kiss me!’ when she was asked what she wanted most for Christmas. Rose had run from that room, called the Knightbus and gone to her muggle grandparents for the rest of the holiday. The Grangers offered to take her for the rest of the term but Hermione and Ron brought her home. Rose spent all her breaks in muggle London, including the past summer, due to her embarrassment.
“Rose,” Hermione whispered, “I know you’re still upset with Kingsley, but please, pull it together for your father. Besides, Teddy is here, and I’m sure he’s missed his young Briar.”
“I was just telling Da how I missed my Briar Rose,” Teddy’s warm voice called from behind them. “How are you lot?”
The four made small talk briefly before Teddy drew Rose aside.
“Aye, Briar Rose, where have you set your roots now?” Teddy asked quietly.
“Muggle London, for one. With boys my own age. Look, Teddy, forget Christmas. We grew up together, but I’m being – I’ve been – foolish. So, no worries. Friends?” Rose spoke quickly, allowing Teddy no air space. He nodded, an odd look in his eyes. He escorted her back to her family before joining his own.
“What was that about, son?” Harry Potter clapped his oldest, adopted son on the shoulder.
“Er, nothing, Uncle Harry,” Teddy muttered. Harry stared at his son briefly.
“Teddy, we’re your parents,” Ginny Potter added softly. She knew Teddy reverted when he was upset, or thinking too much.
“Yeah, sorry, Mum,” Teddy said, then changed the subject. “So, why are they honoring you all again?”
“Well, Teddy,” Ginny smiled and recounted the story to her eldest.
Ginny, Harry and Ron had not only uncovered a magical sex trade and human-trafficking ring, they had shut it down, covertly, via a bit of undercover work by Ginny herself. Ron had played the part of a down-on-his-luck man willing to sell his sister for a few sickels. After the sale, an Invisibility Cloak shrouded Harry joined his wife while Ron flew his broom a safe distance behind, casting a beacon charm to alert the rest of the Interpol-like international group of aurors. All in all, over seventy-five girls, women and a few boys were rescued in just one raid.
The information gather from the ringleader, though, led to the safe return of hundreds more. Once they were back, Ron, Harry and Ginny got quickly to work on finding a way to get the victims back to normal lives. After a chat with Hermione, Ginny got to thinking about therapy for the victims. Hermione had told her about her parents, dentists, who often had patients with serious dental trauma; the Grangers worked with therapists to help them through what amounted to PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Ginny put two and two together, enlisting contacts who were muggleborn with family members in psychology, and even a few squibs who had gone to muggle medical school. Soon, all the victims were getting the physical and mental help they needed.
“Mum, that is quite the story,” Teddy murmured. His mind was elsewhere.
"Ahem, ahem," Minister of Magic Ervine Botchingsworth called for attention in the room. "Please find your seats, as our feast is beginning."
Guests took to their seats and began to tuck in as various department heads and officials gave brief toasts and speeches.
Finally, Ron was called to speak. He had been elected by Harry and Ginny to speak for the three of them, as Harry and, by proxy of being married to THE Harry Potter, Ginny, had plenty of the limelight. Not being one for public speaking, however, Ron had enlisted the help of Rose, whom he winked at as he rose from his own chair.
"I thank you all for joining us tonight. Harry, Ginny and I are humbled by your support and gratitude, and we are eternally grateful for the policies and practices that have allowed us to do --"
Ron was cut off by an angry scream, echoing around the hall.
"You. Do. NOTHING! We shall continue our work. The Lust Eaters are your new world order!"
Flashes of green and orange light punctuated those words. Rose shoved Hugo under the table and cast Petrificus Totalus on him while Hermione cast a strong shield charm over him.
"Sorry, little man, but your sister's had a few more years of Defense Against the Dark Arts than you have, " Hermione said over her shoulder, her eyes on Re, who was frantically shooting stunners towards the dark corners. "Rose, get some cover, I'm going to your father."
Hermione's heart twisted as she left her children, but she knew, strategically, that the position Rose had should give her some protection, and wouldn't give them any advantage if over crowded. She nodded once to Rose before setting her teeth and heading for Ron.
Rose nodded to her mother's back, gritting her teeth and casting a shield charm on herself. Soon she was covered and sending zingers, a hex her uncle Charlie had taught her, a combination of a stunner with a small flame.
Every few castings, Rose turned to check on Hugo, whose eyes were round as saucers, but filled with anger instead of fear. His eyes flicked behind Rose, who turned just in time to counter a small bolt of lightning coming from what she now knew was a Lust Eater's wand.
Rose cursed under her breath as the spell deflected instead of disintegrated, and her own eyes grew wide as the spark slammed into a lower ministry worker, some paper-pusher from her dad's department. The poor woman, whose name Rose didn't know, collapsed in a heap. Rose raced to her side, intent on helping her, but what happened when she got there frightened Rose into a panic.
The woman, instead of being fatally wounded, or worse, dead, was instead in a frenzy. A sexual frenzy, her hands roaming her own body, one thrusting fingers into her own mouth, the other kneading her breasts through her robes. Rose backed away, then turned and fled to her parents' side.
"M-mum, Daddy, the spells you don't recognize -- they-they're--" Rose stammered, trying to steady her wand as she aimed and shot more zingers.
"Lust-based dark magic," Ron grunted as he was hit in the side by a Thudder, a hex that caused the victim to feel as if he or she had been kicked, hard. His breath whooshed out, and he turned to Hermione. "Love, get Hugo and the other yong wizards out of here. Th-"
"No, Ron, I'm not running aw-"
"LISTEN to me Hermione. Get them out of here, there's a portkey by the vase at the end of the table where you stashed Hugo. Round them up, and activate the portkey for them. Then get that arse back here and help," Ron winked to soften his words.
Hermione nodded grimly then ran from child to child, grabbing Hugo last. Rose watched her place each child's hand on the portkey and invoke it, sending the children to a safe house where aurors made rounds every half-hour. They, at least, would be safe.
And then, it was as if time slowed.
Hermione's feet would only move so fast, or so she felt.
Rose's wand stopped shooting zinger after zinger, instead it seemed like each zinger took forever to fly, each casting an eternity to complete.
And Ron, heroice, dashing Ron, turned to see his daughter who would surely never dodge in time, targeted by a sickly green spell that could only mean death. He gathered his will and his verve, shoving Rose behind him.
And then time resumed her cruel speed. Out of nowhere, Teddy grabbed Rose and apparated away, just as Ron Weasley took the Avada Kedavra meant for his daughter and fell. Rose's hands were outstretched to catch him even as she disappeared.
Hermione could only watch, halfway yet across the hall, as her husband's body fell to the ground with a heavy, permanent thud.
"RON!" her scream echoed around the hallowed hall.
A chorus of feral laughs punctuated by the pops of Disapparating Lust Eaters was the only other sound.
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