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"Is everybody ready?" Remus shouted boarding his broom. The group nodded and kicked of the ground, some Veelas being carried by others.
Luna being flown by Hermione prier to her getting hurt during the fight. The guards started firing missiles at them. Almost hitting Harry but Draco flew in front of him and flapped his wings so hard the missiles went the opposite direction, killing the guards down below before flying back to the building for his private mission with Sirius. Cho was on top of the Ministry building, waiting until the group was out of sight. When it was safe enough, she flew, she flew around the building until she found the window she was looking for. Inside were Fudge, Kingsley and Arthur. She flew in front of the window, catching the eldest Weasley and Kingsley's attention. She held up to brooms and hi hovered lower so she wasn't in Fudge's view.
"Anyway Cornelius, do you happen to know any of the mates of these Veelas?" Kingsley asked the shorter man. "Oh yes, that Longbottom boy is Nott' mate if I'm correct. Put up quite a fight." Cornelius chuckled. "Well, did you happen you know that Blaise Zabini's mate, is in fact my son?" Arthur said through gritted teeth. "Oh, my I ask which one?" Fudge said nervously tugging at his collar. "Me." Ron stated off-handly busting the painting open, Neville following closely behind. "Ready to die Fudge?"
Neville smirked, weaving a knife on one knew he had with him, through his fingers. Everyone stared at Neville for a moment, never seeing this side of him before. "Guards!?" Fudge shouted. "No one's coming Cornelius, they're all dead." Arthur scorned.
"And this is our cue to leave. Good day, Minister." Kingsley smiled eveily before him and Arthur ran to the gigantic window and jumped through it, dissappearing. They emerged seconds later on brooms, Cho accompanying them. With that they were gone. Still shocked at the men's departure, Fudhe didn't notice Ron and Neville closing in on him.
"Now boys, I'm sure we can come to some sort of an agreement?" Fudhe suggested, nervously backing up into his desk. "Don't worry Minister, we aren't going to kill you." Ron said nonchalantly. Fudhe sighed in relief.
"We're going to make you suffer. Do you know how it felt not being with your nate months in end?" Neville said. "Do you know what it's like feeling every bit of abuse laid upon them?" Ron shouted, closing in as well. "I am the Minister of Magic and you will-"
"SHUT UP YOU JACKASS!" Neville shouted, throwing the knife, slashing Fudge's arm. He doubled over in pain before reaching for his wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Ron shouted disarming the Minister. "Would you like to do the honors?" Ron asked Neville motioning his wand towards the cowering form of Cornelius Fudge. "I would love to. CRUCIO!"
Aiming his wand at Fudge. The Minister fell to the floor and screamed in pain. After a while Neville raised the spell and Fudge shockingly stood up, breathing heavily for a few minutes. "Kneel." Ron demanded. "I beg your pardon?"
Fudge asked shocked. "KNEEL!" Ron shouted with much rage in his voice.
Out of fear, Fudge kneeled in front of the two boys. "You may do the honors this time." Neville smiled at Ron. The red head nodded. Opened his backpack and took out a silver blade.
Ron gripped the sword tightly, lifted his arms and swung. A loud thud echoed around the room. The once kneeling Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Bloody and headless on the floor. His head rolled to Neville's foot and Neville squeeked and jumped away. "He won't be completely bored when he's dead, he could join the headless hunt. If they'll even consider taking him." Ron joked and they both shared a laugh."It's over, I can't believe it's all over."
Neville sighed.
"Let's go home." Ron smiled. With that they left the office of the deceased Minister,leaving one thing behind. A note attached to Fudge's beheaded head reading.Merry Christmas ^w^
Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus were outside at the assembly point. Waiting for Draco and Sirius to finish their mission. At The Burrow. All the Veelas had been nursed back to health and had left sending their best regards.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted as him, Neville and the others landed on the ground. They all ran to each other.
Harry hugging Draco, Pansy hugging Hermione, the mothers hugging their children and everyone else. "THEO!"
Neville screamed, tears in his eyes as he jumped on his mate. Everyone awed seeing the reunited couple."Ron?" Everyone heard a shaky voice
say front the front door of The
Burrow. It was like all the weight, pain and guilt was lifted of off Ron's shoulders as he locked eyes with the tall Italian boy.
"BLAISE!" Ron shouted, Running the fastest he had ever run before. He jumped and Blaise cough him in a hug. Tears flooding both of their eyes.
"I thought I'd never, s-see you a-again." Ron sobbed into Blaise's shoulder. "I'm here." Blaise sobbed back. They fell to the floor, still hugging and crying. Blaise looked up and picked up Ron's face with his finger. "Always and forever."He whispered."Forever and always." Ron whispered back before embracing him in the best kiss they ever shared,filled with emotion, passion, longing, hunger and love. After the reunion George piped up. "Hold on a second. While we were doing all that, what were Draco and Sirius doing?" He asked. A series of 'yeahs' were muttered from around the group. "We had to pick up something." Sirius smirked before stepping aside.
"LUCIOS!? " Narcissa cried running to her husband. "We apparated to Azkaban and freed him him. Apparently Fudhe was keeping him there even thought he was innocent." Sirius explained. The Malfoys all gathered in a big group hug. "It was all so heart warming." This, this is what I live for." Ron said placing his head in Blaise's shoulder."Really, cause I live for you." Blaise smiled down at his boyfriend. "Don't ever leave me again!" Ron exhaled, wrapping his arms around Blaise's neck."I'm not planning to."
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