Voldemort’s wraith cursed Lucius Malfoy’s name as Harry destroy’s the diary in the chamber…
Variation of my prompt from the other sub…
Herpo the Foul has a Card, why not Voldemort?
Herpo the Foul has one, why not Voldemort?
In which Ginny is sent to Azkaban for the Basilisk, landing in a cell next to Sirius Black. In yet another cell, sits Hagrid, who has been forgotten about by the Ministry.
“Keep Moving,” John Dawlish commanded his Prisoner.
“Please, not here, anywhere else but here,” the girl Begged.
“You should have thought of that before committing your crimes.”
“It was Tom,” Ginny Exasperated.
“Sure it was,” Dawlish said, rolling his eyes in such a way even Sirius could see it.
Soon enough, the transfer was complete, and Sirius had a new face in the cell next door, and that of someone he couldn't imagine why they would be sent to Azkaban at 11 for. He could still hear he sobs, long after the Auror had left.
“Hey, kid, what’s your name.” He couldn’t see the redhead anymore, and could only hope she could hear him over her sobs.
He can hear sniffles. “Gi… Ginny.”
“Well nice to meet you Gi…Ginny, my name is Sirius.”
A small gasp can be heard. “As in Sirius Black?”
“You’ve heard of me? Are you really surprised considering where you are?”
There is a moment of Silence, then a small voice squeaks out: “No.”
“You know what I'm here for. What I don’t know is why are you here?”
There were. A few more moments of silence, before Ginny came out with it. “For… for unleashing a Basilisk on Hogwarts and attacked Muggleborn’s.”
Sirius lets out a whistle, but is interrupted by a voice from the cell across the hall.
“Wha'! tha' was yeh, ginny!”
“Ha…Hagrid?” Ginny asked. “Your still here here? They didn’t let you go?”
“I reckon they forgot 'bout me, considering me heritage.”
Sirius scoffed. “Don’t hold your breath Hagrid, I'm still waiting for my Trial.”
There was silence at this revelation. Then he heard someone thing he never thought he heard the groundskeeper ever say, he cursed openly and loudly.
“Im sorry Hagrid,” Ginny begged. “It was Tom, his… his Diary possessed me, he made me do everything! The Ministry didn’t care though.” She finished dejected.
Possession? An over-zealous Ministry sending two people who shouldn’t be here to Azkaban? For a decade, Sirius had no purpose in life. But now, he knew what’s he needed to do. He needed to get free Hagrid and Ginny from this place, no mater the cost.
"You seem to have forgotten one thing, tonight is the full moon. And that it rises right around... right now."
Voldemorts red eyes grew wide at this revalation.
“No Lord Voldemort, you’re not wearing pants!”
This is an extended version of what was posted on the other sub
“Ron… haven’t I been a good friend… a good pet?” Peter Pettigrew stammered. Ron didn’t answer, but it looked like he was under a lot of stress. His skin was pale, and clammy, and his right eye was twitching. Pettigrew looked rather confused at this. No one else said a word. The silence in the shrieking shack was overwhelming, and Harry could swear he could hear his own heartbeat. The idea of Sirius Black being innocent, and Ron’s rat killing his parents, it was almost too much, yet it made perfect sense. “Accio Wormtail’s wand,” Remus cried out suddenly, breaking the silence. The wand flew out of Pettigrews hand and into Remus’s. Quickly and without waiting, their professor then swiftly brought his knee up and snapped said wand over it, splintering it into two. Suddenly out of nowhere, Ron screamed, his eyes rolling up into his head, before passing out. “What did you do,” Sirius screamed, looking not all that different from his wanted posters.
“Noth—nothing…. I swear,” Pettigrew stammered, holding his hands up defensively.
Harry looked at Hermione, she had a worried look on her face as she tried to wake Ron up.
“Wormtail…. Scabbers… whatever the hell your name is,” Harry growled, “you did something to Ron! One doesn’t just pass out when YOUR wand is broken!” A look of horror came onto Remus’s face. “Sweet Merlin, you couldn’t have… not even you…” “What?” Harry’s exasperated. “The Imperious Curse. One of the unforgivables. Gives the caster full control over the victim. Breaking the wand that cast it can break the curse.” Remus turned to Pettigrew. “How long, Peter?” “Well… um…. well, I showed up to the Weasley household… what… 12 years ago roughly.” The rat man didn’t even look sorry “You Rat Bastard,” Harry yelled with a fury he didn’t even know he had. He then did something monumentally stupid, and charged Pettigrew, knocking him to the ground. He then began to physically beat Pettigrew. Hermione could only watch in horror, this was the type of thing that she would not normally tolerate, yet with what Pettigrew did, even she didn’t dare stop him. “Harry… Harry please,” a voice said. Harry could barely hear it, his vision so tinted with red. Suddenly, Harry found himself being physically lifted up and away from Pettigrew… by Sirius Black, “In all honestly, I wasn’t expecting to become the straight man here today, but so be it.” “Let me go,” Harry said struggling in Sirius’s grip, which was surprisingly strong for someone who had escaped prison. “He hurt Ron. He hurt his family, he….” “He will receive a lifetime sentence to Azkaban himself Potter,” came the voice of Snape. Harry turned his head to see that the potion’s master was now awake. “No! Snape’s going to—” “Please Potter,” Snape said sarcastically. “I heard everything. Also 5 points from Gryffindor, you need to practice your stunners.” “I made sure he was awake and stunned Wormtail,” Remus admired. Snape glared at him at this. Looking around, Harry could see Pettigrew was now unconscious just as he said, though his face was now covered in blood. When did he do that? “Can you handle getting Pettigrew to the castle, Severus?” Snape nodded at this. Remus then turned to Hermione. “Ms. Granger, do you think you can get Ronald to the castle? He is going to need the help.” “Umm. How?” Hermione asked. “The incantation is mobilicorpus, and you need to swish upward and flick to the right.” “Uh… ok, mobilicorpus,” Hermione repeated. Ron then rose into the air on her first try. “Excellent, 10 points to Gryffindor,” Remus said, though this earned a glare from Snape. “Now go, the full moon will be out at any moment now. Follow any and all instruction Professor Snape gives you.” “Come along you two, you as well Black,” Snape said. He then pointed his wand at Pettigrew, who soon too did rise into the air. They soon made their way out of the tunnel, back towards Hogwarts.
Ronald Weasley looked ahead vacantly as he sat in the Hospital wing. Who was he? Next to him, occupying the other beds was Ginny, Fred, George, and Percy. They too all had vacant looks in their eyes. As it was discovered shortly after Ron passed out, they all had been under the imperious curse most of their lives. A curse cast by Peter Pettigrew when he arrived at the Burrow. As far as he could remember, everything had been blurry and distant, yet clear at the same time. It was all Ron had ever known, and he thought it was perfectly normal. He didn’t know there was anything to break out of. None of them knew. Fred and George no longer had a mischievous spark in their eyes, and Ron heard Madame Pomfrey wonder aloud if that was even their actual personalities, or an attempt at Pettigrew to relive his Marauder day’s vicariously. Ginny had reported that she had actually broken the Imperious curse when Riddle had possessed her the year earlier, but that situation had scrambled everything in her mind to the point she didn’t even notice at the time, and was quickly put back under by Pettigrew when Riddle had been destroyed. Percy had taken it the hardest, because he felt responsible for Pettigrew getting into the house in the first place. He was in a near comatose state overall. Reportedly Dumbledore himself went to go and check on Bill, Charlie and his Parents as they broke out of the curse. They still hadn’t heard back from him. Ron could remember everything, yet he couldn’t. He knew he went to Hogwarts, he knew he had friends, yet it felt like someone else’s life, not his own. He knew his siblings were feeling the same thing. “Ron?” Ron looked over, his train of thought broken, and saw a concerned Harry and Hermione. They had said they were best friends with him, and in a way, it had seemed familiar, and he knew it had to been true, but it was still distant. “I’m sorry, I—I don’t know either of you—not really.” Harry and Hermione looked at each other sadly. “We know Ron,” Hermione said. “But it could not have all just been Pettigrew! Somewhere, deep inside, we actually were—are your friends.” Ron knew he should feel something, but he felt nothing. “I’m—I don’t know.” Harry took a deep breath. “We… we understand. But we would still like to become your friends at least. We would like to be all your friends,” Harry said, addressing the rest of the room. This got the attention of the other Weasley siblings. Ron smiled. “Thank you… I… I would like that as well. I just need time.” Hermione touched Ron’s hand. “Take as much time as you want.” Ron nodded at this, closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed. He couldn't let the Rat bastard ruin his life. Not anymore. He knew what to do. He was going to take it back and make it his own.
Younger Harry was just confused. And what the heck was a Horcrux?
Remus is a big Gru fan…
The irony is not lost on him.
What better place to hide than in plain sight?
“Ron… haven’t I been a good friend… a good pet?”
Ron didn’t answer, but it looked like he was under a lot of stress. His skin was pale, and clammy, and his right eye was twitching. Pettigrew seemed rather confused at this. No one else said a word.
The silence in the shrieking shack was overwhelming, and Harry could swear he could hear his own heartbeat. The idea of Sirius Black being innocent, and Ron’s rat killing his parents, it was almost too much, yet it made perfect sense.
“Accio Wormtail’s wand,” Remus cried out, breaking the silence.
The wand flew out of Pettigrews hand and into Remus’s. Quickly and without waiting, their professor then swiftly brought his knee up and snapped said wand over it, splintering it into two.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Ron screamed, his eyes rolling up into his head, before passing out.
Ronald Weasley looked ahead vacantly as he sat in the Hospital wing. Who was he? Next to him, occupying the other beds was Ginny, Fred, George, and Percy. They too all had vacant looks in their eyes. As it was discovered shortly after Ron passed out, they all had been under the imperious curse most of their lives. A curse cast by Peter Pettigrew when he arrived at the Burrow.
As far as he could remember, everything had been blurry and distant, yet clear at the same time. It was all Ron had ever known, and he thought it was perfectly normal. He didn’t know there was anything to break out of. None of them knew.
Fred and George no longer had a mischievous spark in their eyes, and Ron heard Madame Pomfrey wonder aloud if that was even their actual personality’s, or an attempt at Pettigrew to relive his Marauder day’s vicariously.
Ginny had reported that she had actually broken the Imperious curse when Riddle had possessed her the year earlier, but that situation had scrambled everything to where she didn’t even notice at the time, and was quickly put back under by Pettigrew when Riddle had been destroyed.
Percy had taken it the hardest, because he felt responsible for Pettigrew getting into the house in the first place. He was in a near comatose state overall.
Reportedly Dumbledore himself went to go and check on Bill, Charlie and his Parents as they broke out of the curse.
Ron could remember everything, yet he couldn’t. He knew he went to Hogwarts, he knew he had friends, yet it felt like someone else’s life, not his own. He knew his siblings were feeling the same thing.
“Ron?” Ron looked over, his train of thought broken, and saw a concerned Harry and Hermione. They had said they were best friends with him, and in a way, it had seemed familiar, and he knew it had to been true, but it was still distant.
“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know either of you—not really.” Harry and Hermione looked at each other sadly.
“We know, Ron,” Hermione said. “But it couldn’t have all just been Pettigrew! Somewhere, deep inside, we actually were—are your friends.”
Ron knew he should feel something, but he felt nothing.
“I’m—I don’t know.”
Harry took a deep breath. “We… we understand. But we would still like to become your friends at least. We would like to be all your friends,” Harry said, addressing the rest of the room. This got the attention of the other Weasley siblings.
Ron smiled. “Thank you… I… I would like that as well. I just need time.”
Hermione touched Ron’s hand. “Take as much time as you want.”
Ron nodded at this, closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed. He wasn’t going to let the Rat bastard ruin his life. He was going to take it back and make it his own.
Edit: Some grammer