Ravenclaw Against Gryffindor!

Chapter four: Twins again

My relationship with Ron was very weird. I hated him, because he was Percy's brother. I loved him too because he was so caring and thus I discovered a flaw in my plans.

It was not only the bad dreams that haunted me during the night, although they were definitely a part of it. The dreams told me that I was going to lose the fight. I didn't know what would be the thing that would give in the first.

Was it the fact that deep down inside I still loved Percy? That I couldn't kill him because I still loved him. I still loved the man that fathered my child, although I hated the Death Eater that he had become!

Was it because the strain of pretending to be Parvati was getting to me, or was my pregnancy getting me down and kept telling me to start acting like a mother? I guess it was a combination of all those things and there was nothing I could do about them, except tell it to Dumbledore.

Time certainly flies when you're kept busy, to keep you from having murderous thoughts. My pregnancy was almost at it's end. It was February and thanks to an injury in the Hufflepuff team the Quidditch match of Gryffindor against Ravenclaw was pushed forward. I didn't watch the match. I couldn't. My housemates thought I had died, they didn't know that it was my sister that dies at the hands of one of her housemates. They didn't know that I had infiltrated their ranks. They didn't know I had married one of the enemy, but here I was: fighting to survive. Gryffindor won!

Almost nine months pregnant, my sister having died almost a year ago, and her killer was still at large! Marriage to Ron put me closer than ever to him and to his wife Penelope. Would Penelope know that I wanted her to become a widow? Would he have told her that he had cheated on her with me? Would she mind that I was to have her husband's baby? Probably not, since Penelope was vain and cared more about status and intellect than about the loyalty of her husband.

The baby chose exactly that time to make its way into this world: I went into labour. The agony it was, so I asked Hermione and Ron to bring me to Madam Pomfrey and I asked Harry to tell Dumbledore. I knew he would do so and come straight down again with Dumbledore behind him. Harry was really sweet when you got to know him.

I just lay there with these agonising pains. Ron stood by me, just like Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore. Finally Madam Pomfrey told me to push. I went fairly quickly considering it was my first. It was a girl with blazing red hair. I called her Parvati Lavender Molly. My stomach cramped again. No way I was having twins... but indeed I was having twins. A boy came out next with equally red hair. Paul Harry Arthur I called him.

"Why have you told me that your children weren't Ron's?" Hermione cried. I knew why she was crying. It probably was the red hair of my twins.

"They aren't Ron's..." I said. Heaven knew that there was more than one red-haired Weasley.

"Off course they are not! We never... ever..." Ron was completely out of it. That was normal considering he just saw his wife give birth to twins with the same red hair as he had.

"Who's the father then... It must be a Weasley considering the names, but Ron has five brothers...." Harry said.

I looked at Dumbledore. He nodded. The secret was finally mine to share.

"Hermione have Ron sit down first..."

As soon as Ron sat down I whispered, very hesitantly, but I whispered: "Percy!"

"You slept with Percy?" Ron exclaimed. I saw the shock on his face. He probably wouldn't have thought that his brother would ever cheat on his wife!

"Yes, but that's not all there is to know..." I looked at Dumbledore again for reassurance. He just nodded.

"Percy was the one that killed Parvati!"

"But you are Parvati!"

"No, I'm Padma. On Dumbledore's orders I pretended to be my late sister... I was apparently in great danger... Percy is a Death Eater..."

Ron was white hot with anger, his hatred against Percy rose. "I'll kill him!" he exclaimed.

"No! I wanted to kill him too, but I know now that there are other ways to kill someone. Let the Dementors have him!"

"Let me grab his soul away!"