It was a perfect day.
The skies were clear, the sun was shining and the early Summer breeze was whipping past their cheeks as they stood just outside the Nott family mausoleum.
Only it wasn't really perfect. Far from it.
"The place reeks of blood and Dark magic." Ron muttered under his breath, his eyes skeptical as he looked around the estate.
"I have to clean it...restore it... I don't—" Celine breathed deeply, her eyes depicting pain "It's my responsibility now."
"We'll help you, Cel. You know we will." Blaise squeezed his cousin's hand.
"Hush, he's sealing the body in the...whatever that is." Pansy muttered
"Have some compassion, Pansy, it's called a grave." Ron rolled his eyes.
They watched as the necrologist etched the name on the gravestone:
Theodore Nott Sr.
"Don't talk to me about compassion, Ronald. Theo's father almost got us all killed." Pansy muttered under her breath as they watched Narcissa exchange words with the necrologist "He put Theo through shit. He put as all through shit. The only good that came out of this was the fact that I finally got to tear Rookwood apart like a bloody doll."
Ron flinched, remembering just how morbid Rookwood's death was.
"I lost him—I fucking lost—" Pansy's eyes were wild with anger as she scanned the chaos before them for a certain Death Eater she intended to kill. Ron cut her off as he grabbed her arm, yanking her out of the way of a nasty curse.
"Thanks." Blaise thanked him for Pansy "Pans, love, we'll find him."
"Who? Find who?" Ron asked worriedly, thinking they'd lost a friend.
"Augustus Bloody Rookwood." Pansy giggled coldly "That's exactly how he'll look like, once I'm done with him. Bloody."
"I just ran into him—" Ron furrowed his brows as he turned around, casting a protego shield around them "I saw him against some Slytherins by the Staff table."
"He's mine." Pansy gripped her wand, marching out of Ron's little shield of protection. "Pansy, wait—" Blaise tried to stop her "We need to have Draco's back—"
"I need to end this once and for all, Blaise." Pansy's eyes were dark with raw emotion as she looked back at Blaise. Ron helplessly tried to deflect spells away from them as the two Slytherins had a silent conversation in front of him.
"Look, mate, I'll go with her." Ron looked at Blaise with a nod "You go find Malfoy, and make sure Hermione's alright. Merlin knows when he'll ever let me guard his six."
Blaise looked at Ron as if to ask, are you sure?
"Go." Ron insisted "Parkinson's strong enough for this."
"I don't doubt that," Blaise gave Pansy a look "I'm more afraid of what she can do than what can be done to her."
With one last kiss on Pansy's forehead, Blaise turned around and searched for Draco.
"So, Weasley?" Pansy demanded "Where is he?"
"Follow me." Ron nodded, taking lead as he sent a hag flying across the hall. Pansy would never admit it, but Ron's spellwork in the battle impressed her. He didn't display these magical strengths in class— if he did, maybe she never noticed until now.
No wonder he helped save the world.
Ron led her to the side of the hall, where it was much easier to traverse through the chaos. They found Rookwood where Ron last saw him — by the staff table.
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Love Changes (Dramione)
FanfictionAll Hermione wanted to do was to return to Hogwarts and finish her education with a bang as Head Girl. After that, she had her whole life sorted out. She would work things out with Ron, work at the ministry, and become Minister for Magic one day. Th...