Okay, so this is my first fanfic, and I'm not overly fond of the prologue - but I like the next few chapters much better, so if this chapter sucks, just bear with me please! And if you love Ron, this is probably safe for you to read (for the most part) just as long as you're aware that this is a Dramione story.
Anyway, let the fun begin...!
The three teenagers appeared out of nowhere at the edge of a town, looking the worst for wear. Their clothes were torn, their hair dark with soot, and they sported half-healed burns. They had barely gotten their footing when a lynx patronus appeared out of nowhere. "Order of the phoenix is being attacked by death eaters." The slow, deep voice, normally so soothing, now sounded urgent and scared, and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger turned to one another.
"They're at my Auntie Muriel's," Ron said. "All of them."
With nary a glance at each other, they grasped each other's hands and spun on the spot, disappearing into suffocating darkness. They appeared in front of a nit-picky Victorian style manor.
"That's not good," Hermione said nervously. "Didn't they have a Fidelius charm on the house?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, his voice tight with fear as he nodded. "And the door's been blasted open." Sure enough, the door laid on the floor inwards, and had the look of being trampled on by a dozen or so people. The three of them made a dash for the house, realizing at the same time that it wouldn't do them any good to stand around talking. They pounded through the entrance hall into the elegant sitting room, which admittedly didn't look so elegant now. Furniture was upturned, there were blood stains on the carpet, and black marks on the walls. Light was flashing from one wand to another, and people were repeatedly diving behind couches and underneath tables to avoid the curses.
Harry raised his wand: "Expelliarmus!" he roared, and the death eater that was in the process of sending a curse at Ron's younger sister, and Harry's ex-girlfriend, Ginny, felt his wand go flying out of his hand.
Hermione pointed her own wand at the death eater's wand. "Accio wand!" It went zooming to her and she caught it neatly, pocketing it in her robes.
Ron jerked his own wand at another death eater. "Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled, and the death eater's limbs snapped together, causing him to fall and land with a loud THUMP.
Ginny pointed her wand at another death eater and screamed out the bat-bogey hex. Harry smiled as the death eater found himself fighting away the spell, and Fred and George
Weasley, the twenty-year-old twins, shot out the jelly-legs jinx at the only death eater standing.
"We really should do something about all these death eaters lying on the floor, they don't add much to the décor," Fred commented as they all got out from behind the furniture.
"True. So should we kill them, or just torture them for information?" George asked sarcastically.
"What're we, turning into bloody death eaters now?"
"I say we wipe their memories and then apparate them somewhere on the other side of the world," Nymphadora Tonks said as she brushed her robes off. Her hair was a plain light brown for once, and pulled back. Hermione had no doubt that was to disguise herself, so that she wouldn't stand out in the middle of a fight. Tonks concentrated for a moment, and her hair became a brilliant pink, and was now short and spiky. Her husband, Remus Lupin, came out too, and slipped his arm around his wife.
"Come on, we need to go check on little Teddy, make sure your mother's all right."
"Oh, I'm fine," said Andromeda Tonks as she walked into the room, holding a baby boy no older than a few weeks, although his hair was a pastel blue. "And so is Teddy. Here you are Dora." She handed Tonks her son and both Tonks and Lupin held him close, as if they never wanted to let him go.
Ron slipped his arm around Hermione's shoulder, and she snuggled into him. Harry went over to Ginny and wordlessly slipped his arms around her, and she buried her face into his chest, as if they had never parted, as if he had never left her to protect her from the death eaters and Voldemort. Fleur Delacour Weasley, Bill's wife, also slid into his arms. Molly and Arthur Weasley were arm in arm, looking very relieved that everyone had come out of the fight alive.
Harry's scar exploded. He dropped to his knees, clutching his head in agony, feeling as if his head was about to split in two, with his scar at the seam.
"Harry!" he heard Ginny scream, and felt her drop down in front of him, hands on either side of his face. "Is he – ?"
"Having a vision of You-Know-Who," Hermione confirmed.
"They've fallen," Lord Voldemort said in his high-pitched, cruel voice. "I need people now. I am sure that Harry Potter is there, that was the point of the attack on the Order of the Phoenix. We need to go now!"
"Of course, my Lord," said Bellatrix Lestrange. "Rodulphus and I will come with you. We all will."
Voldemort looked around at his supporters. "Very well. The ones who were sent to the Order of the Phoenix are under the Imperius curse – how useful that spell does come in at times."
There was a wave of coldness as everyone laughed. Everyone, that is, except for three people: Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy. Draco stood beside his mother, his father on Narcissa's other side. At seventeen, he was tall, with white blond hair and gray eyes that were currently flitting around, filled with terror. He resembled both of his parents, who were both tall and blond, although he had his father's eyes.
"My Lord," Lucius spoke up, his voice shaking as if he was terrified. "Should we go – ?"
Voldemort turned to him, his eyes cold. "I think not, Lucius. You see, you have failed me once too many times, and that is not counting your blunder from today. You allowed Potter and his blood-traitor and mudblood friends to escape from Gringotts, with the cup from Hufflepuff. That cannot be forgiven."
"M-my Lord," Lucius stumbled. "I swear my Lord, I warned the goblins, honestly I did!"
Voldemort stared unblinkingly at Lucius. "You are quite right, Lucius. The goblins do need, and will be, punished."
A look of relief crossed all of the Malfoys faces. "M-my Lord, you are too – "
But Voldemort held up his hand. "Nonetheless, Lucius, you allowed Potter and his friends to escape from the Ministry of Magic, and got you and your fellow comrades arrested. Your wand failed me. Harry Potter was able to destroy it. And last but certainly not least, you allowed Potter and his friends to escape from your own house. No, no, no Lucius, you be punished justly for your actions."
"But, m-m-my Lord, I did not mean – it was an accident!"
Voldemort ignored him, and instead pointing his wand at Lucius. "Avada Kedavra!" and with a flash of blinding green light, Lucius Malfoy crumpled to the ground, dead.
Both Draco and Narcissa let out screams and they collapsed to their knees, beside the dead Lucius.
"YOU KILLED HIM!" Narcissa screeched at Voldemort, tears pouring down her face. "YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND! I'LL KILL YOU!" She stuffed her hand into the pocket of her robes, but Voldemort was too quick for her.
"Avada Kedavra!" and Narcissa fell on her side, still and silent.
Draco's face was now white – he appeared to be in shock.
"Now Draco, do you have anything you would like to say to me?"
Draco shook his head, jaw set, eyes blank. "No my Lord," he whispered.
"Good. In that case, you shall accompany us on our mission to the Order of the Phoenix. Let's go."
Harry's eyes popped open. He was lying on his back on the floor, Ginny sitting next to him, cross legged, squeezing her hand in his own. He sat up so suddenly that the entire room seemed to jump in alarm. "They're coming," he breathed out, his mouth dry. "You-Know-Who, and his death eaters. These are just the ones who were imperiused." He gestured to the masked people lying motionless on the floor. "And…" he took a deep breath, "he murdered Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, for punishment. He's got Draco Malfoy with him. They're coming now! We have to get out!"
Everyone was making a run for the door, shooting protection and defensive spells to try and hide the house for as long as possible, when there were a dozen or so loud popping sounds, and every single death eater apparated into the room. There were blazes of light, the shouts of curses, people once more diving out of the way and huddling behind furniture, and just total utter confusion. Hermione and Ginny crouched behind an overturned couch and aimed spells at Antonin Dolohov and Yaxley, causing them to fall.
"YOU!" Ginny screamed, turning her wand onto someone else. Hermione spun her upper body to, and found Draco Malfoy kneeling beside them.
"Oh, hey Granger, Weasel-ette," he greeted them, aiming a spell at Travers. "So how's it going?"
"Quick question Malfoy," Hermione said brusquely as she shot a spell at Alecto Carrow while Malfoy stunned Alecto's brother, Amycus, Ginny shooting a spell at a death eater neither girlrecognized. "How come you're cursing the death eaters? Aren't you supposed to be on their side?"
Malfoy turned to look at her, an odd expression on his face. "He killed my parents. He's been making me torture people. I need a quick escape, and this is the only way I can get out. I'm going to make an escape once the coast is clear."
Hermione and Ginny nodded. It did make sense.
Meanwhile, Harry, Tonks, Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, were all dueling Voldemort. He couldn't seem to get an edge on them, but they were just as far away from defeating him. No one was watching Ron and Fenrir Greyback, but there was a sudden shift, and as one, Lupin and Greyback began bursting out of their clothes, while growing fangs, pointed ears, and furry faces.
"Oh my – " Hermione gasped out. "It's the full moon!"
"Lupin took his potion, he's safe, but Greyback – !" Ginny cried.
"And Ron's closest!" Hermione squealed. As one, the three began shooting curses at Greyback.
Greyback fell back onto his back, and with a growl, made a leap, dodging their curses, and fell on Ron, who let out a yell. It was as if everything had stopped moving. Even Voldemort and Harry had paused to watch. Malfoy was the only who seemed to get past the horror of what was about to happen. He yelled, "Crucio!" and the spell hit Greyback, who reared back in pain, but another death eater shot a spell at Malfoy, who just barely ducked in time to avoid it. There was another moment of silence as Greyback panted, growing still and dangerous once more. And then as one, the Order of the Phoenix reacted, aiming curse upon curse at Greyback, but just as they hit, Greyback sank his teeth into Ron's arm, who roared with pain.
"NO!" Harry, Hermione, Ginny, the twins, Bill, Charlie Weasley, Molly and Arthur, and every other person in the Order of the Phoenix screamed out.
It was perhaps one of the worst moments for them all, as they watched Ron begin to transform. First his teeth, and then his ears; his snout, his face; he was growing hair all over his face and body, and then his clothes were ripping at the seams, and he let out a howl.
Hermione fought back tears. This could not be happening…
Ron and Lupin seemed to read each other's minds – they both made leaps and landed right on Fenrir Greyback, biting, scratching, and kicking him, as though desperate to tear him apart. The death eaters launched spells at them, and both Order of the Phoenix werewolves were thrown back, away from the death eater-werewolf.
In the confusion, Malfoy nodded to Hermione and Ginny. "That's my cue. Good luck." Keeping as low to the ground as possible, he made a run for it, right out the door. Hermione could see him escaping past the boundaries, and twisting, disappearing into the growing darkness.
Voldemort shouted something to his comrades, and with that, they apparated too, as if realizing defeat.
There was silence, and then Ron turned and scampered out the front door, tail between his legs, as if he was intent on getting as far away from them as possible. Hermione screamed his name, but Ginny and Harry pulled her back, saying there was nothing they could do for him now. And with that, Hermione sat back on her heels, tears streaming down her face, as Harry and Ginny hugged her tightly.
"I found him," Lupin said as he walked into his wife's mother's sitting room, where everyone was sitting, clutching mugs of hot chocolate and tea, heads bowed, barely talking. After the death eaters had left, the Order had apparated to Andromeda's house, which was set up with as many protection spells as was possible, including the Fidelius charm. That, it turned out, was what Muriel's house had lacked: The Fidelius charm – they had completely forgotten to cast it.
Everyone looked up eagerly at Lupin. "He's pretty out of it, but I managed to slip him the wolfsbane potion, so he shouldn't be dangerous."
"Where is he?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her eyes puffy, her cheeks blotchy.
"I apparated him to the backyard," Lupin told her. "He should stay out there for tonight, but he'll be back to – well, not normal, but something resembling normal in the morning. But don't be surprised if he doesn't want to talk to anyone, he's just had a terrible change, this is going to take awhile, he'll have a hard time being close to anyone."
Everyone nodded, although no one said anything. No one wanted to think about the change that would now affect Ron. Lupin had demonstrated for years how hard it was to be a werewolf, and now Ron…Hermione gave a dry sob, and Harry wrapped one arm around her – the other arm wasaround Ginny, as luck would have it – and squeezed her shoulders. "He'll be okay," he murmured gently. "Won't he?" he added, looking up desperately at Lupin.
Lupin dropped down on the floor beside Tonks, who kissed him on the cheek. "It'll be a major adjustment, but I'll help him."