Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 50| Corrupting Cubs

"That boy is a monster! A monster!" Molly screeched in the room. Her eyes a blaze. "He's ruining everything! He ruined my Roninks!"

Dumbledore had to do his best to remind himself that he still needed her. She could be controlled, he knew that. He just needed to speak to her carefully.

"And Arthur! Oh that moron! He gave your seat to those, those Slytherin brats!"

"Yes, it seems the Dark side has their grasp on Harry and your husband. They're poisoning their minds." He soothed her, getting her to breathe.

"Yes, your right..."

"Your children, Ron and Ginny, deserve the world. They are such good children of the Light. I know magic and potions that would heal him, but I need your permission."

Molly paused, shifting a little. She was hesitant in believing him. It was taking everything she had to keep him from divorcing her! He didn't talk to her about work or his newest fascination! He was even staying late!  No, that wasn't the worst thing. It was his newfound friendship with Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes." She growled, the flame in her eyes shifting. "It's those damn snakes. They're poisoning him. Tainting him and my children." She huffed.

"Yes, him and Hermione."

"Hermione?" Her face twisted, but she was listening to him.

The edges of his lips quirked up. He had control now.

"Yes, Hermione. She's a Muggle-born. Very, very clever. A Ravenclaw, but because she's a Muggle-born-"

"Oh the poor dear!" Molly gasped, covering her mouth with her eyes wide.

That was the reaction that he wanted, so the grey fool didn't mind her interruption. He knew how she was about Muggle-borns, and Hermione genuinely was a brilliant witch, it was disgusting how she clung to that Lovegood girl. The blonde always gave him such blank stares in a cold way no child should look at him for! He was the great Albus Dumbledore!

Blinking those thoughts away, he quickly took a few drops of her blood, sending her away to get some drops from her husband.

"It may work, but that boy will forever be marred. Should you heal him, his soul will forever be tarnished... So would that poor girl." Came the voice of his prisoner.

He scowled, narrowing his eyes on the hidden door. His prisoner only shook his head with a sorrowful look. He hoped against hope that Fate would be kind to the youngest Weasleys, after all they are just merely children that are being tended to by a corrupted shepherd. Just as he hoped that he felt a cold chill just like he usually felt when his other half would decide to do something foolish.

Molly came back not soon after, mumbling and cursing under her breath about her husband. She then handed the tiny vial to the man she practically worshipped as a god. He thanked her kindly, carefully shooing her away so he could do the spell in peace. Even as faithful as she was, she hesitated before agreeing.

Straightening his back and fixing his look, he walked out of his room. He took powerful and calculated strides as he made his way to the Infirmary. On his way there, he saw the only female Weasley child.

"Ginevra, please come with me."

She followed him like a little lamb, ready to listen to anything he had to say. As much as Harry's cold words from before had stopped her bragging, she still believed heavily that Dumbledore knew right and wrong in every way.

Ron was in pain, so much pain that it was near hell! He wasn't sure whether or not he was asleep or dying. Some part of him hoped dying as then the pain would eventually disappear. Yet, as he thought that, the pain worsened for several seconds only to recede. As the pain vanished, it took with it the droziness that practically had consumed him.

Blinking a little, he looked around, noticing that one of his eyes was a bit hazy. He then saw Dumbledore standing before him with his wand in hand. Looking around a bit more, he saw his sister looking concerned and then that he was in the Infirmary.

Confusion was on the red teen's face before he sprung up with a gasp, his eyes wide. His mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before his hands and head looked at his body till said hands reached his chest. Underneath the thin nightgown, he could feel the bandages and below them he could feel the claw marks that would turn into scars.

"Ronald?" Dumbledore carefully spoke, a bit hesitant at seeing how violently the boy was feeling himself.

"He was beautiful." Were the first words out of his mouth.

"He nearly killed you!" Ginny hissed, gripping the metal end.

Ron glared at her, his nose wrinkling in a near sneer.

"He looked like an angel! He's just brainwashed by those snakes!" He growled.

She huffed, shifting her weight.

"Ronald is correct." The two turned toward their Headmaster and their god. "Harry has been lied to and manipulated into becoming an Angel for the Dark. For Voldemort." The two flinched, but a fire quickly burned in their eyes. "Only he and Hermione are the good children of their little friend group."

"Hermione?" Ron didn't bother holding back his distaste for the name.

"The smart Ravenclaw that Loony drags around?" There was a dreamy note in the youngest Weasley's words.

Everything was falling into place without him even trying! Oh, how Fate must've been smiling upon him!

"Yes, she's a Muggle-born, you must see how easy it would be for such manipulative Slytherins to control her."

"Even Loony?" As much as she didn't care for the weird Ravenclaw, she couldn't see her as a Slytherin. She was strange, but open about everything she did.

"Yes, she's one of those rare Dark witches from another House."

The Headmaster watched with glee as the little Weasley's face twisted back into believing him. He knew about her distaste for the blonde and about the fact that said blonde was rarely understood.

"I know it is a lot for you two, but I need you to bring them back to us. To the side of Light."

Ron and Ginny gave each other a look, talking only with their eyes. Having groomed them since they were young, he easily understood each look as they challenge the other about who they would have. Of course, the "talk" was quick with both taking the person he had hoped they would.

"For the greater good." They answered.

He gave them a proud smile, patting them on the head.

"For the greater good." He affirmed.