Shadows of the Past

By Coastalfirebird

Mystery / Romance

Death, Invisability Cloaks, and Ron

Chapter Seven: Death, Invisibility Cloaks, and Ron

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the affiliated characters and stories are the property of J.K. Rowling. This particular plot is mine however. And to make it seem more cohesive to the original stories I am using some of the lines from them, but they are not my material. They came for the excellent mind of their owner.

A/N: Sorry this one took so long! Keep those reviews coming please? Italics either mean a dream, memories, or the words of a god/goddess to a mortal. Keep those reviews coming please; they are food for the soul.

The quartet, Hermione; Pansy; Neville; and Draco, were walking towards Hogsmeade talking about the events of the last twenty four hours. It seems that while the rest of his dorm mates were sleeping Ronald had been to the Slytherin dorms to recruit people. He tried to get Draco under his thumb, but Draco declined. In order to gain a little leverage Morgan dropped the glamour charms that concealed her true appearance.

"So she is not a teenager?" Neville asked tentatively.

"Yes. She looked like she's twenty-five or older." The Slytherin boy said. "Most of my house buys into their testaments of power." He snorted.

"You don't Drake?" Pansy asked.

"No." He pointed at the raven haired girl. "They said not to go get you though. They said you would betray everyone. They all think you're a blood traitor anyway."

Hermione scoffed. "Aside from the fact the entire idea is a fraud; yes she would betray those two."

"How do you know that?" Neville sounded skeptical.

"Should we tell him love?" Pansy asked.

The brunette thought for a moment. "Yes, if we start keeping stuff from our friends we are no different from those two."

With a nod from the other demigod Hermione start to talk about the life she once lived. How Atlantis was divided, and how it fell. The players involved in Atlantean politics and of the life time the two of them once shared. She pressed on through their deaths, the glimpses of that life through dreams, and of how the memories returned during the first trip to Hogsmeade.

"Wow." The blonde said as they walked into Hogsmeade.

"So this is your second life Hermione?" Neville chirped.

"Yes, and I guess it is the same for Ron. That is if he really was Magnus, and not someone his rotten soul chose to possess." Hermione felt her girlfriend wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"He would do that?" Neville asked.

Both Girls responded as one. "Yes."

The thought of the depths of depravity Magnus would fall to in order to escape death were vast and varied. In some ways he and Voldemort were no different, yet in others they were total opposites. Voldemort wanted to prove the blood purity ideal. Not to mention commit the second greatest genocide in recorded history. All Magnus wanted was world domination. He did not care about a mages lineage so long as they served him, and if they didn't he killed them. As she thought on the two dark lords her mind drifted back to that final fight with Magnus.

The pounding of the surf drowned out Hecate's screams as her love fell to the ground. She felt power flow through her body like lightning through a tree. Wave after wave of energy poured off of her body. Magnus was saying something, but she didn't care Leto was dead because of that bastard. She was going to make Magnus wish he had never been born.

As Leto's body hit the ground the woman beside Magnus was thrown over the dunes, and the wind knocked her old friend to his knees. He looked at Hecate as if she was an ill behaved child as silver light shrouded her body. With a flick of her wrist the energy that enveloped her arm extended like a whip and knocked the bronze dagger from his hand. This left him only his magic and while strong he was not her, and could never beat her on his best day. This was not his best day.

His first spell was predictable it was the Rotting Curse. She countered with a flick of her wrist sending a silver wall which nullified the spell. She could feel the ground shake and did not know if that was the gods or him, and she didn't care. Once the wall faded her next spell was a beam of pure fire hurled in his direction. He blocked with a wall of ice, and then crafted a sword made of stone and charged her threw the cloud of steam. She lurched forward crafting a sword of pure force, and even though she could feel the wound on her back scream in agony she swung with all her might. As the two swords collided a shock wave sent sand skyward, and pushed the sea back several feet. As the waves splashed around her feet Hecate could hear Magnus talking about how he wished she had chosen to loved him instead of his half sister. When she told him he could never measure up to Leto no matter how hard he tried the man just laughed. He told her that the gods always showed him favor, and never once did anything for the woman who now lay lifeless on the beach. With a scream that coming from the depths of her very being Hecate showed him how wrong he was. With one final shove she pushed the black haired man back a couple of feet and with one final charge swung at his torso.

The sound Magnus made told a story she could not see. One she did not want to see. The man had been her friend since they were children, and now she had killed him. As he fell to his knees he cursed her and the gods for their betrayal. He tried to stand but a crashing wave knocked him once more to his knees. From where she now stood Hecate could see people running to the shore, and boats appearing out of nowhere for them. Several came over to her begging her to come with them, but she declined. She let the spell fade, and saw Magnus' girlfriend return only for a moment before apparating away. Hecate just started to walk towards her dead love. Falling to her knees she picked up the woman's head and placed it in her lap. Looking in land she could see more people running to the sea, and why as well. The mountain seemed to have opened up and allowed the underworld to spew forth into the mortal world.

A gentle hand on her left shoulder caused the brunette to look up, and her gaze met her namesake's silver eyes. "Yes my lady?" Her voice now sounded broken and lifeless.

"Will you come with me to Olympus?" the question was soft and sincere.

"No my lady I will remain. The one I love is dead, and there is nothing I want more than to be with her." She looked up to see more boats form. "I will see that those who you find worthy leave the island."

"We will meet again young mage. Of that have no doubt." The goddess' voice seemed to crack as she spoke those words, and then in a flash of silver she was gone.

Hermione felt someone shaking her shoulder and looked to her left and saw a terrified looking Pansy. Hermione the scanned there surrounding and noted they were still in Hogsmeade. Lifting an eyebrow to her girlfriend she asked "What's wrong?"

"You zoned out for a minute there darling. Are you all right?" Pans asked putting a hand on her forehead.

"I am fine. I was just remembering the last fight… with Magnus." Her head hung low.

"Do you want to go back to Hogwarts?" When she shook her head Pansy replied. "Then let's go our friends are waiting for us."

They spent some time at Honey Dukes chatting with an ever growing circle of friends, Blaise and Padma had introduced them to a bunch of students form Ravenclaw. While Hermione and Neville kept introducing Pansy to more Gryffindors than the two Slytherins could count. At first Draco resisted meeting Hermione's friends, but in the end even he caved under peer pressure. After about an hour and thirty minutes of talking the brunette tugged on her girlfriends sleeve and gestured to the door. As they walked out Pansy asked where they were going, but the former Atlantean noble just told her she would see when they got there. As they traversed the snow-covered landscape the Shrieking Shack came into view.

"Why are we going to the Shrieking Shack?" Pansy asked as slid in closer to the brunette.

"Just for some alone time; I would be giving you a history lesson on it, but I think it would bore you." She leaned over and kissed Pansy on the cheek.

Pansy got in front of her. "Uh-uh. That isn't going to cut it darling."

"It isn't?" Hermione leaned in closer.

"No it will not, my dear." Pansy closed the distance between their lips.

The kiss deepened shortly after it began, and Hermione could feel the snake like movement of the raven haired girl's hands to her bum, and could only smile into the kiss. When they finally broke for air Hermione leaned her forehead against Pansy's. "Trying to tell me something love?"

"Maybe," with a gentle squeeze Pansy conveyed her intent. "…but that is only if you want it to mean something."

"Awe how cute," the caustic voice of Ronald Weasley pulled the girls out of the serene moment. "… What do you think guys should we throw them in a cold shower?"

"No Magnus I say we bury them in ice." Crabbe responded.

Both girls went for their wands as Morgan drew hers. Before they could do anything big chunk of mud hit Morgan in the face. "Who threw that?" wailed the assailed woman.

The four interlopers looked around, but could see no one. Then another mud ball came and collided with Crabbe's face. Pansy could not stop laughing at this point, and was using a fence post as leverage. Ron/Magnus was looking left and right at this point convinced that someone was responsible for this. When another mud ball, one that was a little slimy, came from their right, and hit on the side of his head. Goyle pointed to a spot in the middle of the path and said "It came from over there!" When Ron threw a mud ball and hit nothing people started to panic. The first to depart were Crabbe and Goyle, followed by Ron and Morgan.

Hermione was having a giggling fit about the entire thing. She only stopped when Pansy squealed in surprise. She saw the raven haired girl moving around while something was tugging on her coat sleeve, and Hermione had a good idea what that 'something' was. Once his invisibility cloak was removed Harry started laughing hysterically.

Once they stopped laughing Hermione asked Harry how he got out of the castle without the dementors noticing him. The answer caused her mouth to fall open. She tried to get him to turn the map over to Professor McGonagall, but he declined saying he would then also have to turn his Invisibility Cloak. While annoyed she had to admit the boy had a point. Deciding to let the issue go she suggested they go to the Three Broomsticks for some refreshments, and to get out of the cold.

The teens made the hike back to the main road through Hogsmeade, and to the inn/pub that offered a respite from the cold. As they walked the trio talked about what they would be doing over the hols. Pansy said she wanted to stay (which was understandable), and Harry was going to do the same, and Hermione did not want to leave them here alone. With that decided the three entered the establishment. Once there Pansy parted ways with them to get the drinks while the other two found them a table. After Pansy returned Hermione waited to see Harry's reaction to his first Butterbeer, and the smile that crossed his face told at least one hundred stories.

As Hermione enjoyed the butterbeer a cold breeze shot through the pub, and after looking to see who entered the establishment she panicked. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick entered the establishment. They were followed by the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. Thinking quickly Hermione put on hand on Harry's left shoulder and pushed him down. Apparently Pansy had the same idea because the two of them, along with Harry, were cover in butterbeer as the boy vanished under the table. Hermione cast Mobiliarbus to move the Christmas tree behind them over a few inches to further conceal Harry's presence from the arriving professors. The sound of chairs scrapping across the floor told her that was a wise idea. A few minutes later Madam Rosmertta walked up to the table next to them.

"A small gillywater-"

"Mine," said Professor McGonagall.

"Four pints of mulled mead-"

"Ta, Rosmertta," said Hagrid.

"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and an umbrella-"

"Mmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"So you'll be the red currant rum, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmertta, m'dear," said Fudge's voice. "Lovely to see you again, I must say. Have one yourself, won't you? Come and join us…"

"Well, thank you very much, Minister."

Hermione's leg was twitching nervously, and no doubt was annoying Harry. Why hadn't it occurred to her that this was the last weekend of term for the professors as well? She wondered as to how long they would be here, and if they stayed here to long how they would get Harry out of here, and how they could sneak Harry back to Honeydukes if they did.

"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" Madam Rosmertta said.

Hermione watched as the Minister twisted in his seat. He seemed nervous about something, and she had a good feeling what that something might be: Sirius Black. In a quiet voice he confirmed her suspicions. "What else, m'dear, but Sirius Black. I daresay you heard what happened at the school on Halloween?"

Upon hearing this Hermione's mind was taken back to that night. It was the first time she and Pansy had slept next each other. While this caused some ruckus it was quelled by the fact other students were sleeping next to the ones they loved ended the debate. Yet this joy was overshadowed by the fact Sirius Black had been seen in the school. No doubt that information had made it all the way here seeing as somehow it had been the talk of the school for a month now.

"I did hear a rumor," admitted Madam Rosmertta.

"Did you tell the whole pub Hagrid," said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly.

"Do you think Black is still in the area, Minister?" whispered Madam Rosmertta.

"Yes, but it seems we were wrong as to the reason why." There was clear and audible inhalations of air form the other table's occupants. "I know it shocked me too when I found out. It seems that Pettigrew may not be dead."

"Who found this out?" asked Professor Flitwick.

"I don't know she just goes by the name Ms. C." The Minister let out a haggard breath. "She delivered an extracted memory from Dumbledore, and how she did it even he does not know, but it clearly shows Pettigrew being the one who betrayed the Potter's."

Hermione saw Madam Rosmertta bring a hand up to her mouth. "And to think we thought he was a hero! I always had trouble believing that Sirius would go over to the Dark Side. Oh poor Sirius, to think everyone thought he was the one who betrayed his friends."

Hermione heard a fist hit the table. "An' to think we all believed Crouch! The bastard's son was a convicted Death Eater! He did not see poor Sirius the night James and Lilly were murdered!" Hagrid seemed livid.

"Oh stop it Hagrid you believed he was guilty just like the rest of us." Professor Flitwick said.

"That's true, but how do we know the memory is even real?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Crouch said the same thing. He demanded Dumbledore take a truth serum to prove its validity, and against my advice the headmaster agreed, and it was indeed the truth." Minister Fudge sounded defeated. "And to think Barty had us all believing Black was the secret keeper."

"Di' ya know he is Harry Potter's godfather?" Hagrid asked everyone at the other table.

Hermione heard a mug hit the floor, and the soft intake of air as Pansy kicked Harry.

"No, but that does not change the fact he killed all those muggles to get at Pettigrew." Professor McGonagall said.

"Maybe not," Fudge said with one last drink of rum. "That too has been called into question. The same Ms. C has provided evidence that says Pettigrew was, or is, an animagus."

"In which case he may still be alive," Hagrid yelled. Hermione could he the screeching of wood moving across the floor. "If he were in this room…"

"You wouldn't know it!" Professor McGonagall yelled. "Now sit down Hagrid."

Hermione saw the tall man sit back down. "Sorry."

"Do we know what kind of animagus?" Madam Rosmertta asked.

"Yes, but until we catch him I can't tell you madam I am sorry."

All conversation stopped as the door swung open again. Several students ran into the pub, and went straight to the professors' table. A fifth year Ravenclaw spoke first. "Professors hurry quickly it's Ronald Weasley." Her voice sounded panicked.

"What is it?" asked Hagrid.

"I don't know, but it is making him float above the ground about a good three meters!" said a fourth year Gryffindor.

With that said the entire table vacated the establishment. Harry wanted to follow them, but Hermione made him promise he would go back to Hogwarts, and she would fill him in later. After a quick Scourgify Hermione told Harry to get out of there. Then she and Pansy ran out of the Three Broomsticks.

It did not take them long enough to find the source of the commotion. Ronald Weasley was floating in the middle of the road outside of Honeydukes. His body was sending off pulses of red and blue light. With each pulse of light there was a large gust of air that knocked anyone who got near Ron to be knocked to their knees. The sound Hermione heard reminded her of the sound a UFO made in muggle movie she watched over the summer. After a few minutes of this there was a large blast of air, and the red head plummeted to the ground. Over a dozen students ran up to Ron, and both Professors Flitwick and McGonagall fought through the crowd to get to him. While Hagrid's sheer size made the trek easy for him it still took him a couple of minutes to make to the fallen Gryffindor. Hermione and Pansy could not make it up to where the youngest Weasley boy had fallen, but from the sound the crowed was making the scene probably didn't look to good. Over everything Hermione could hear the wailing sounds of Morgan crying the boy's name. Hermione saw Hagrid bend down and presumably pick Ron up off the ground. As Hagrid walked away the crowed turned to her as if to ask whether she knew what was going on, but with the shake of her head she silenced all their questions.

Once back at the Gryffindor common room Hermione was met with a gathering of people from every grade level. There was no guess work as to what they wanted to talk about, but she had no answers for them. Poor Harry looked like he had received the same litany of questions she was about to face. The two of them had been Ron's closest friends for the past two years. Ron's family seemed to have stressed expressions on their faces. Ginny seemed the worst out of all of them, her cheeks were red and puffy, and the tear tracks running down her face spoke volumes. What was she going to tell them? What could she tell them? It wasn't like she could just tell them Ron was a reborn evil Atlantean. She would be laughed at by everyone else, and hated by the Weasley's, who she loved dearly.

Percy broke the uneasy silence. "What do you know Hermione?"

"I don't know anything Percy, and to be honest I was as stunned as all of you when I saw Ron floating in mid air." She had to bite her tongue to keep from cursing Magnus. "Ginny I wish I had answers for you, but I don't."

"Is there a way you can find out?" Ginny's voice sounded like she was about to start crying again.

"Ginny I will do my best." She walked over to the red head and embraced her as the girl broke down. "I swear to you I will find out what has happened to Ron, and bring you answers."

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