"Rufus Scrimgeour is dead."

Cundrie is currently reading the Daily Prophet, which mentions that her former boss, Rufus, has been assassinated. The news mentioned that a patronus of Kingsley Shacklebolt interrupted her brother's marriage to Fleur Delacour, a wedding she regrets missing. If she had been invited, she would've come happily with Marcus and the baby, which is dancing around her belly more.

"The minister?" Marcus asked. "Why?"

"He was assassinated," Cundrie answered solemnly. "Replaced by Pius Thicknesse."

"Oh, is that a bad thing?" Marcus asked. "I'm not involved in politics, that's your job."

"That WAS my job," Cundrie absentmindedly corrected, not looking up from their newspaper. Marcus lets out a 'ck'.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Cundrie innocently asked, flipping another page. Cundrie lets out a gasp, their eyes wide as saucers as they put down the paper to the table. "That's Ron!"

"Who?"

"My fifth brother!" Cundrie exclaimed, pointing at an UNDESIRABLE poster with Ron's face. He became Undesirable number two, after Harry Potter and before Hermione Granger. Well, there are two undesirable Weasleys now. Three, if Cundrie includes the little one.

"Oh. Uhh, why is he undesirable?"

"Apparently, as he is actively known for being associated with Harry Potter who is Undesirable Number One, he is also Undesirable," Cundrie answered, reading the newspaper in such interest. "And because he's the closest, he becomes Undesirable Number Two."

"Oh."

Ron, their brother. Their sweet brother who never once implied anything bad when they came out as bigender. He asked the family to listen to what Cundrie has to say, never once misgender them when they came out. Would Ron have reacted to the news of the pregnancy warmly? The pregnancy had been unplanned and Ron had been the curious boy, he'd probably ask questions but none from a malicious intention.

"Is that-" Marcus walks closer, taking a closer look at an undesirable poster. "Mabel Blackbourn!"

"Who?"

"A fellow prostitute!" Marcus exclaimed, still shocked as he widened his eyes, his jaws dropped. "What's her crime?"

"She was a Muggleborn, so she was deemed undesirable by Muggleborn Registration Act for 'stealing magic'," Cundrie reads. "Is that even possible?"

"That's not possible! No one can steal magic!" Marcus exclaimed. "Dri, we have to help her!"

"How?" Cundrie asks. "She's still undesirable, which means she's not caught yet. We don't know where she is!"

"I'll ask the club if she was seen there, I'm still an active worker in the club," Marcus suggested. "Maybe Mabel is there, or Paige has seen her somewhere. Paige won't blabber, I've been there a couple of times and she never blabbers."

"Just be safe, ok?" Cundrie sighed, walking closer to Marcus. "Remember, we're undesirables."

"There's a lot of Muggleborns in the club, maybe we can-"

"Where are we going to house them, Marc?" Cundrie asked. "After we save them, where are we going to house them? I'm pregnant, remember? We only got a shack!"

"Penelope," Marcus said a name. Cundrie closed her mouth, remembering her Muggleborn ex. "Don't you care about her? She's an undesirable because of her Muggleborn status and she'll face the dementors!"

"What are we supposed to do? If you're suggesting forest, I'll hit you with the same argument as you hit me."

"We're not in Knockturn Alley anymore, there's a clinic nearby and you've been having your check-ups there," Marcus fought. Cundrie cocked their head to the side, true. "And the clinic doesn't give a fuck about your undesirable status. This isn't an urban area like Diagon Alley, it's a rural area."

"And your point being?"

"Don't you see? Not far from here is a forest, we can extend there if there's too much. I can get tents and put up disguising charms-" Marcus points at the window not far from where they are. "This is another person not facing the dementors, probably more than one person if we try hard enough. At least five prostitutes are Muggleborns and they have Muggleborn acquaintances. Don't you have a heart, Dri? No one deserves the dementor's kiss, much less someone who never do anything harmful to society."

"How will you do it?" Cundrie asked. "This is a small house, it's only got one extra room."

"I'll ask Paige if she's seen Mabel and the other Muggleborn prostitutes," Marcus answered. "I'll get a tent along the way and charm it so it can house more people. I'll also put defensive spells so they'll be safe."

"I hope you know what you're doing-" Cundrie engulfed Marcus in a hug, giving him a soft kiss to his cheek. "From the baby to Uncle Marcus."

"Uncle Marcus loves you too, Baby-" Marcus bends down and softly kisses Cundrie's belly, which is starting to show more bump. Marcus wore his outer robe and a hat and wore it, hiding his wand in his pocket as he leaves the house.

Cundrie sat on a seat, sighing. They wonder if it would've been the right choice, but whatever it is, Marcus is right. No one deserves the dementor's kiss, much less innocent people who never did harm to the society. Cundrie doesn't know this Mabel girl personally, but they know she doesn't deserve to be undesirable. They can only imagine their little kid, being undesirable for something she doesn't do and getting a dementor's kiss, not recognising her mummy's face.

What a nightmare it would be.

Cundrie ran a hand along her belly, feeling the baby in it and smiled softly. The baby will be a kicker, that's for sure. She's been kicking her non-stop, a nice feeling but sometimes it gets tiring. She wonders what would her family's reactions be. Would Molly hug her and congratulate her? Would Arthur say 'don't worry about it, she'll be fine'? Would Ron open his heart to her and never hurt her, as he never hurt Cundrie's? Would the twins joke with her when they always made her the butt of their jokes?

If only things had been different, they'd know the answer.