Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Two: Harry worries about Susan and Ginny and the babies they carry while Draco comes to a new revealation and Ron connects with his captor.
Disclaimer: *sighs* Honestly, who thinks I own them? If you do - You’re my new friend. lol And hey! If I did, nifty!!
A/N: Wow. I had to take a break from writing and I apologize for not informing anyone. But, here’s the next chapter and I’m focused on working really hard again. I hope that you still love this story and will still review. ENJOY!!!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
“Harry, I’m worried.” Ginny murmured as she curled her legs up underneath her, running her hand along her stomach. Harry walked up to her, teacup in hand as he held it out to her. When she took it from his hands, he ran his hand along her back. He didn’t know what he could do to soothe her or take the worries away.
He was almost a bit guilty for putting a bit of the sleeping potion into her tea.
“Just drink up, Ginny. You need to keep your strength up for yourself and the baby.” He stood up, leaning down he kissed her forehead gently, “You’re taking care of two now.” Ginny sighed and softly blew against the hot liquid, cooling it just enough before she took a long sip.
“Do you think we’ll find them, Harry?” She looked up at him, hopeful. Harry knew what she meant by asking him that. Ginny wondered if they’d not only find Hermione, Ron and Draco, but if they’d find them alive. Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled to her.
“Of course,” He replied, not entirely sure himself. He kissed her forehead again as he leaned down and slowly took the cup away from Ginny as her eyes began to droop. When they shut and she leaned back against the pillows on her beg, her legs curled up close to her, Harry laid a blanket over her.
He kissed her head softly, knowing he’d pay for slipping her the sleeping potion but he was willing to do that. He had to protect Ginny and their child before anyone else. As he shut the door behind him, he glanced up at Susan.
“You should rest too,” Harry murmured towards her, “You’re carrying my best mates child, the last thing he’d want is you staying up and worrying about him.” Susan glanced up towards him, her legs curled up against her body. She was thankful that she wasn’t showing as much as Ginny was, because then she could curl up into a small ball and wish that everything would go back to the way it was before.
“I almost wish it never happened, Harry.” She whispered.
“Wish what never happened?” He asked, carrying a blanket towards her. Susan didn’t move when Harry wrapped the blanket around her body, she merely let it lay against her shoulders.
“The wedding, everything. I want things to go back to normal but that’s impossible isn’t it?” She asked him, her eyes meeting his. Harry could only manage a small smile, remembering the Time Turner Hermione had during their third year at Hogwarts.
“I can’t really say,” he replied. “Try and rest, I’ll keep trying to find them.”
“I don’t want to rest,” She shivered under the blanket, “And I’ll be damned if I let you drug me like you did to Ginny.” Harry laughed a little as he shook his head, looking down.
“No, you’d slam me against a wall before I could try.” Harry glanced down, looking at Susan’s face to see her reaction, he wanted to see a smile. He almost celebrated when he saw her blush as she pulled the blanket tighter around her.
“That was horrid of me wasn’t it?” She asked him, “I shouldn’t have done it to him, he didn’t deserve it.” Harry raised a brow.
“We’re talking about the same guy aren’t we?” When Susan’s gaze met his own he shook his head. “Susan, Ron deserved everything you did to him and more. What he doesn’t deserve is hatred from anyone else but you, or Hermione.” He saw the shudder that came over Susan when he mentioned Hermione’s name.
“I want to hate her.”
“I don’t blame you,” Harry replied as he put a hand on Susan’s back as he sat down next to her. “Hermione was in the wrong as well, and she did what she thought was right when she ended it between the two of them, so I hope that you can find some forgiveness for her in that.” When Susan didn’t say anything, Harry looked down, “I know it’s not the same in any way but maybe I can make sense of something. Feel free to stop me if it sounds completely stupid.”
“Okay,” Susan bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“When Sirius died, I blamed him. I hated him for months after because I thought that if he hadn’t been in that spot when Bellatrix showed up he never would’ve been hit with that curse.”
“But Harry,” Susan started.
“No, let me finish.” Harry interrupted, “After I got over the fact that Sirius was only trying to protect me and save me, I blamed myself, thinking that I had done something that caused it. In a way I did, I went into the Ministry that night and I was the one that made it possible for Sirius to be in that situation. So I was sick with guilt. Then I blamed Bellatrix. The one person that I figured deserved all the blame, right?” Susan nodded, “I mean, she’s the one that sent the curse in Sirius’ direction, she intended to kill him. But then I realized that blaming Bellatrix did nothing. Sirius wasn’t going to come back, and there was nothing I could do that could change that. It didn’t make me feel better to blame her, it didn’t make me feel better to curse her. So I moved on.” He stopped, noticing that he was wringing his hands, “I don’t know if it made any sense to tell you that, did it?”
Susan took a moment, she wanted to take ahold of Harry’s hand and comfort him because for once, someone made sense of what she was feeling inside. Reaching out, she touched his hand and smiled a little.
“I know exactly what you mean.” Harry raised a brow.
“You do?” He asked, making Susan laugh a little.
“I’ve been wanting to blame Hermione for everything, thinking that if she hadn’t been there at Hogwarts, then Ron would’ve loved me the whole time and none of this would’ve happened. If she hadn’t been there, he never would’ve had the feelings for her that he did. Then I realized that Hermione and I were friends before Ron and I ever started a relationship, so I couldn’t blame her. Then I blamed myself. If I had been pretty enough,”
“But you ar-”
“Shut up Harry, I let you talk, please let me,” Susan replied, “I thought if I had been pretty enough, or sexy enough that Ron would’ve just fallen at my feet and completely forgot about Hermione. But that couldn’t happen, because they had been friends longer than he and I had been together. So I turned on Ron, the one person that I figured deserved all the blame because he’s the one that continued to make Hermione feel like he wanted her. He continued the relationship and then on our wedding day he kissed Hermione to get back at Draco like some school-kid prank.” She stood up, crossing her arms, “But there’s nothing that can come out of blaming Ron.” She looked down, “If I blame him, I divorce him, and I do everything I can to keep his child from him, I’d feel horrible. But, if I try and work this out and allow my love for Ron to help me through this, then maybe we have a chance.”
Harry didn’t know what to say he just hoped that when they did find Ron that he realized what he had in front of him with Susan. “You know, you’re a better person than I ever would be.” He laughed a little as he stood up, “Had I been the one that was cheated on, I probably never would’ve forgiven whoever I was with. Much less think about getting back together with them.”
“Well, don’t make me into too much of a hero, I still plan on slapping him,” Both shared a grin as Harry poured them both a cup of tea. She watched him carefully, making sure that he didn’t slip any sleeping potion into hers.
“I do remember the threat of being slammed against a wall on my head if I try and make you get some sleep,” Harry joked, “I don’t plan on doing it. I promise.” Susan laughed a little as she stood up and walked to the counter, leaning against it.
“Do you think he’s okay, Harry?” She asked softly, running her finger along the edge of the cup he had just handed her. Harry didn’t know what to say, he could lie and tell her outright that he was sure that Ron was fine, that there wasn’t a scratch on him, but that wouldn’t calm her nerves and he knew it.
“Honestly?” He paused, “I think that he can handle himself, but I have no doubt that he’s in some kind of trouble. Whoever chose to take him out of that pub that night had a reason to. What that reason is,” Harry shrugged, “I just hope that whoever took him is on our side.”
~*~
“You’re sure she’s still alive?” A man murmured as he glanced down at the chained woman that was unconscious in front of them. She looked so peaceful and serene, and he hated that and honestly wanted to see her die for it. There was nothing more that he hated then a prideful mudblood that thought she knew everything.
“Of course, Master,” Bellatrix replied, “I kept her that way for you.” She giggled, “So you could have all the fun that you wanted to. I’m sure young Draco would have a torturous time seeing her being tortured and used by all of his former friends.”
“Ah, my little sadist.” The man slowly smiled, cupping Bellatrix’s cheek affectionately. “I will have to reward you for your efforts, what would you like, luv?” He allowed her to kneel at his feet and rest her head against his thigh.
“Can I have a bit of fun, Master?” Bella eyed the prisoners in the corner with a gleam in her eyes, “I want to have a bit of fun with them, and you.” She turned her head to notice Pansy’s face as she requested time with their Dark Lord. She grinned, as Pansy looked hopeful that he would turn her down.
“Of course my Bella. Show me how much fun you can have with the prisoners and then I will reward you, very affectionately.” He leaned down, pressing his hand against her breast. Bellatrix giggled softly. Although her own husband was dead, there was no reason she couldn’t have fun with a new man. Her eyes met Pansy’s and she leaned into the Dark Lord’s touch.
“And Pansy? What can she do?” Bellatrix asked, curious if he’d ban the younger woman from his bedroom while they had their time together.
“She can look in on our most cherished prisoner, that is, the male one.” He smirked as he looked towards Pansy, “Go have fun my dear.” Pansy’s eyes lit up with happiness as he extended the key to the traitor’s cell and she skipped off happily towards the dungeons.
~*~
He heard the murmuring, that’s what woke him up and immediately he felt the sharp shards of pain slicing through his head. As he opened his eyes, he tried to focus on something, anything that might make sense. But it was dark and only the tiny window on the doorway allowed for a tiny amount of light. The voices were mere mumblings that he couldn’t understand. Not that it mattered anyway, Draco allowed a tiny smirk to cross his face.
He was probably going to die in here anyway.
When the door opened, he winced from the brightness that enveloped him. He recognized the figure immediately and felt the bile rise in the back of his throat. He had actually slept with her, what the hell had he been thinking?
“Did you sleep well, Draco?” Pansy murmured as she knelt beside him, “I did.” She giggled as she stood up, extending her arms to the air as she stretched. “The Dark Lord and I celebrated because of our victory. Soon, he’ll rise to power.” Draco raised a swollen brow.
“Moron, he was defeated by Harry Potter, don’t you think that he’ll just be defeated once again?” Draco asked her. He’d never heard what happened of Voldemort after that battle. He had just assumed that he was dead, but apparently, he hadn’t died. Because he had managed to carry out the death of Narcissa and he was able to do all this. Draco’s thoughts were cut off by Pansy’s laughter.
“Silly goose,” She murmured, “Voldemort is dead.”
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Two: Harry worries about Susan and Ginny and the babies they carry while Draco comes to a new revealation and Ron connects with his captor.
Disclaimer: *sighs* Honestly, who thinks I own them? If you do - You’re my new friend. lol And hey! If I did, nifty!!
A/N: Wow. I had to take a break from writing and I apologize for not informing anyone. But, here’s the next chapter and I’m focused on working really hard again. I hope that you still love this story and will still review. ENJOY!!!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
“Harry, I’m worried.” Ginny murmured as she curled her legs up underneath her, running her hand along her stomach. Harry walked up to her, teacup in hand as he held it out to her. When she took it from his hands, he ran his hand along her back. He didn’t know what he could do to soothe her or take the worries away.
He was almost a bit guilty for putting a bit of the sleeping potion into her tea.
“Just drink up, Ginny. You need to keep your strength up for yourself and the baby.” He stood up, leaning down he kissed her forehead gently, “You’re taking care of two now.” Ginny sighed and softly blew against the hot liquid, cooling it just enough before she took a long sip.
“Do you think we’ll find them, Harry?” She looked up at him, hopeful. Harry knew what she meant by asking him that. Ginny wondered if they’d not only find Hermione, Ron and Draco, but if they’d find them alive. Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled to her.
“Of course,” He replied, not entirely sure himself. He kissed her forehead again as he leaned down and slowly took the cup away from Ginny as her eyes began to droop. When they shut and she leaned back against the pillows on her beg, her legs curled up close to her, Harry laid a blanket over her.
He kissed her head softly, knowing he’d pay for slipping her the sleeping potion but he was willing to do that. He had to protect Ginny and their child before anyone else. As he shut the door behind him, he glanced up at Susan.
“You should rest too,” Harry murmured towards her, “You’re carrying my best mates child, the last thing he’d want is you staying up and worrying about him.” Susan glanced up towards him, her legs curled up against her body. She was thankful that she wasn’t showing as much as Ginny was, because then she could curl up into a small ball and wish that everything would go back to the way it was before.
“I almost wish it never happened, Harry.” She whispered.
“Wish what never happened?” He asked, carrying a blanket towards her. Susan didn’t move when Harry wrapped the blanket around her body, she merely let it lay against her shoulders.
“The wedding, everything. I want things to go back to normal but that’s impossible isn’t it?” She asked him, her eyes meeting his. Harry could only manage a small smile, remembering the Time Turner Hermione had during their third year at Hogwarts.
“I can’t really say,” he replied. “Try and rest, I’ll keep trying to find them.”
“I don’t want to rest,” She shivered under the blanket, “And I’ll be damned if I let you drug me like you did to Ginny.” Harry laughed a little as he shook his head, looking down.
“No, you’d slam me against a wall before I could try.” Harry glanced down, looking at Susan’s face to see her reaction, he wanted to see a smile. He almost celebrated when he saw her blush as she pulled the blanket tighter around her.
“That was horrid of me wasn’t it?” She asked him, “I shouldn’t have done it to him, he didn’t deserve it.” Harry raised a brow.
“We’re talking about the same guy aren’t we?” When Susan’s gaze met his own he shook his head. “Susan, Ron deserved everything you did to him and more. What he doesn’t deserve is hatred from anyone else but you, or Hermione.” He saw the shudder that came over Susan when he mentioned Hermione’s name.
“I want to hate her.”
“I don’t blame you,” Harry replied as he put a hand on Susan’s back as he sat down next to her. “Hermione was in the wrong as well, and she did what she thought was right when she ended it between the two of them, so I hope that you can find some forgiveness for her in that.” When Susan didn’t say anything, Harry looked down, “I know it’s not the same in any way but maybe I can make sense of something. Feel free to stop me if it sounds completely stupid.”
“Okay,” Susan bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“When Sirius died, I blamed him. I hated him for months after because I thought that if he hadn’t been in that spot when Bellatrix showed up he never would’ve been hit with that curse.”
“But Harry,” Susan started.
“No, let me finish.” Harry interrupted, “After I got over the fact that Sirius was only trying to protect me and save me, I blamed myself, thinking that I had done something that caused it. In a way I did, I went into the Ministry that night and I was the one that made it possible for Sirius to be in that situation. So I was sick with guilt. Then I blamed Bellatrix. The one person that I figured deserved all the blame, right?” Susan nodded, “I mean, she’s the one that sent the curse in Sirius’ direction, she intended to kill him. But then I realized that blaming Bellatrix did nothing. Sirius wasn’t going to come back, and there was nothing I could do that could change that. It didn’t make me feel better to blame her, it didn’t make me feel better to curse her. So I moved on.” He stopped, noticing that he was wringing his hands, “I don’t know if it made any sense to tell you that, did it?”
Susan took a moment, she wanted to take ahold of Harry’s hand and comfort him because for once, someone made sense of what she was feeling inside. Reaching out, she touched his hand and smiled a little.
“I know exactly what you mean.” Harry raised a brow.
“You do?” He asked, making Susan laugh a little.
“I’ve been wanting to blame Hermione for everything, thinking that if she hadn’t been there at Hogwarts, then Ron would’ve loved me the whole time and none of this would’ve happened. If she hadn’t been there, he never would’ve had the feelings for her that he did. Then I realized that Hermione and I were friends before Ron and I ever started a relationship, so I couldn’t blame her. Then I blamed myself. If I had been pretty enough,”
“But you ar-”
“Shut up Harry, I let you talk, please let me,” Susan replied, “I thought if I had been pretty enough, or sexy enough that Ron would’ve just fallen at my feet and completely forgot about Hermione. But that couldn’t happen, because they had been friends longer than he and I had been together. So I turned on Ron, the one person that I figured deserved all the blame because he’s the one that continued to make Hermione feel like he wanted her. He continued the relationship and then on our wedding day he kissed Hermione to get back at Draco like some school-kid prank.” She stood up, crossing her arms, “But there’s nothing that can come out of blaming Ron.” She looked down, “If I blame him, I divorce him, and I do everything I can to keep his child from him, I’d feel horrible. But, if I try and work this out and allow my love for Ron to help me through this, then maybe we have a chance.”
Harry didn’t know what to say he just hoped that when they did find Ron that he realized what he had in front of him with Susan. “You know, you’re a better person than I ever would be.” He laughed a little as he stood up, “Had I been the one that was cheated on, I probably never would’ve forgiven whoever I was with. Much less think about getting back together with them.”
“Well, don’t make me into too much of a hero, I still plan on slapping him,” Both shared a grin as Harry poured them both a cup of tea. She watched him carefully, making sure that he didn’t slip any sleeping potion into hers.
“I do remember the threat of being slammed against a wall on my head if I try and make you get some sleep,” Harry joked, “I don’t plan on doing it. I promise.” Susan laughed a little as she stood up and walked to the counter, leaning against it.
“Do you think he’s okay, Harry?” She asked softly, running her finger along the edge of the cup he had just handed her. Harry didn’t know what to say, he could lie and tell her outright that he was sure that Ron was fine, that there wasn’t a scratch on him, but that wouldn’t calm her nerves and he knew it.
“Honestly?” He paused, “I think that he can handle himself, but I have no doubt that he’s in some kind of trouble. Whoever chose to take him out of that pub that night had a reason to. What that reason is,” Harry shrugged, “I just hope that whoever took him is on our side.”
~*~
“You’re sure she’s still alive?” A man murmured as he glanced down at the chained woman that was unconscious in front of them. She looked so peaceful and serene, and he hated that and honestly wanted to see her die for it. There was nothing more that he hated then a prideful mudblood that thought she knew everything.
“Of course, Master,” Bellatrix replied, “I kept her that way for you.” She giggled, “So you could have all the fun that you wanted to. I’m sure young Draco would have a torturous time seeing her being tortured and used by all of his former friends.”
“Ah, my little sadist.” The man slowly smiled, cupping Bellatrix’s cheek affectionately. “I will have to reward you for your efforts, what would you like, luv?” He allowed her to kneel at his feet and rest her head against his thigh.
“Can I have a bit of fun, Master?” Bella eyed the prisoners in the corner with a gleam in her eyes, “I want to have a bit of fun with them, and you.” She turned her head to notice Pansy’s face as she requested time with their Dark Lord. She grinned, as Pansy looked hopeful that he would turn her down.
“Of course my Bella. Show me how much fun you can have with the prisoners and then I will reward you, very affectionately.” He leaned down, pressing his hand against her breast. Bellatrix giggled softly. Although her own husband was dead, there was no reason she couldn’t have fun with a new man. Her eyes met Pansy’s and she leaned into the Dark Lord’s touch.
“And Pansy? What can she do?” Bellatrix asked, curious if he’d ban the younger woman from his bedroom while they had their time together.
“She can look in on our most cherished prisoner, that is, the male one.” He smirked as he looked towards Pansy, “Go have fun my dear.” Pansy’s eyes lit up with happiness as he extended the key to the traitor’s cell and she skipped off happily towards the dungeons.
~*~
He heard the murmuring, that’s what woke him up and immediately he felt the sharp shards of pain slicing through his head. As he opened his eyes, he tried to focus on something, anything that might make sense. But it was dark and only the tiny window on the doorway allowed for a tiny amount of light. The voices were mere mumblings that he couldn’t understand. Not that it mattered anyway, Draco allowed a tiny smirk to cross his face.
He was probably going to die in here anyway.
When the door opened, he winced from the brightness that enveloped him. He recognized the figure immediately and felt the bile rise in the back of his throat. He had actually slept with her, what the hell had he been thinking?
“Did you sleep well, Draco?” Pansy murmured as she knelt beside him, “I did.” She giggled as she stood up, extending her arms to the air as she stretched. “The Dark Lord and I celebrated because of our victory. Soon, he’ll rise to power.” Draco raised a swollen brow.
“Moron, he was defeated by Harry Potter, don’t you think that he’ll just be defeated once again?” Draco asked her. He’d never heard what happened of Voldemort after that battle. He had just assumed that he was dead, but apparently, he hadn’t died. Because he had managed to carry out the death of Narcissa and he was able to do all this. Draco’s thoughts were cut off by Pansy’s laughter.
“Silly goose,” She murmured, “Voldemort is dead.”