Avada Kedavara Means I Love You

By PathWalker

Chapter One- Unholy Alliance

Another Hogsmeade weekend. They made such a big deal of them in third year but now, I could see them for the cheap novelty they really were. However, it seemed I was the only one. My weekends were ususally spent wandering the grounds alone now, trying to avoid the first and second years. When had life at Hogwarts become so boring? It was then I saw Ronald Weasley heading towards the lake. It was like some etheral being was looking out for my sanity. I could always rely on the Weasel when I needed entertainment.

"What? All alone today Weasel?"

He continued to walk as though he didn't hear, but he couldn't hide those red tipped ears. So predictable.

"Is it that you finally decided to stop pretending you can afford thing in Hogsmeade, or did big oaf need to train his successor?"

"Just-shove-off." He continued walking.

"Oh, little Potty isn't here to wipe your nose?"

There it was, that predictable flare of temper. His fist balled, ears redened, and jaw clenched. I could play him like a violin.

"That's right, your only Potter's little entourage. Why would he care about you when he's to busy posing for the Daily Prophet. The world would be a better place if he weren't in it."

"I agree."

The answer came so quick I almost didn't register it, or the punch to my face. I was on my back with the Weasel wailing into me before I knew it.

"Boys boys!" It was McGonagall pulling him off me. "Honestly, I have never seen such a violent rivalry. I expect to see you both in my classroom for detention this evening. Is that understood?"

We both nodded, the weasel's eyes never leaving mine.

"Now off to class, both of you."

He walked away, leaving me to ponder what had just happened.

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That night after dinner, we met in McGonagall's classroom, where two sets of buckets and rags were waiting.

"You two will clean every hard wood surface in this room. Mr. Weasley, you will take the left side while Mr. Malfoy will take the right. Need I remind you that magic will be prohibited for this task?"

We both muttered a "No Professor."

She nodded before briskly exiting.

"So, is it true?" I asked, after a long silence.

"Yes." His answer came quick and with venom. He stiffly cleaned a table. "I hate the fact that he's so famous, and star seeker, and- everything!"

He threw his rag across the room. "He's just a regular kid, like me, but he gets everything. All the fame, all the breaks, all the attention, my own family treats him like he's some living god... His shadow is so big that no one can withstand it."

The last bit was said so quietly I barely heard it. A long silence followed his answer. I couldn't believe it. The Weasel had finally tired of the "great" Harry Potter. It was almost laughable, but for some reason, I couldn't. There was something solem about this moment. I had been treated to the rare site of the Weasel seething at someone other than me.

"So what are you going to do abut it?"

"Huh?" He had obviously never thought of that before because he looked up in total surprise.

"I said, 'what are you going to do?' You don't plan on just sulking do you?"

There was a long pause as he pondered this, his arms at his sides and head bowed in contemplation.

"No," he said in time. "But what can I do? I can't just walk up to him and say 'Harry, you ruined my already miserable life' and Aveda Kedavara him."

"Why not?"

This made him stop his pacing and look up in shock. He looked so pleading, so helpless, I could no longer restrain my need to rattle him.

"Oh, you poor, poor weasel. You've never practiced the fine art of Kanly have you?"

His ears turned that familiar shade red that almost matched his hair.

"I thought not. Tomorrow night, we'll discuss his fall."

He was going to make a smart remark, I could see it. But suddenly all the anger drained from his face, skepticism taking its place.

"Why are you helping me?"

I hadn't thought of that. Why was I?

"We are two men aiming for the same goal now weasel. I may hate you, but I utterly loathe and despise Potter. As far as I am concerned, you are just another asset in my own plans to destroy him."

"How do I know this isn't just some trick?"

"I could ask you the same, but you wear your heart on your sleeve weasel, you always have. Its all over your face that you're through with 'perfect Potty.'"

He shifted under my cool gaze. He knew it was true, so I pressed him further.

"And although you're not comfortable with the idea of betraying your only friend for the last seven years, in the morning you'll have to sit next to him. You'll have to see his fans, his face in the prophet, and all the advantages that just fall into his lap. Then, you'll look to me at the Slytherin table, and give me one good nod. And you'll do it, because you'll have accepted my offer."

I walked out of McGonagall's room, my share of the work being done. I left the weasel standing there, lost in the recent swirl of events.

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Morning, as all mornings at Hogwarts began with the usual staples: pumpkin juice, and a banana. I nibbled on my meager breakfast, watching Crabbe and Goyle argued over a muffin while Pansy fawned over me as usual. I accommodated her, after all, she was only doing so to keep up appearances. We were to married at the end of the year, whether we wanted too or not. As I absently wondered how Millicent was taking the news, I got the feeling I was being watched. I looked up and there he was. Face full of contempt, the weasel gave me one, curt, nod, as I knew he would. I returned it (ever so slightly) and went back to my breakfast. I'd owl him instructions later.

A/N: Kanly is vendetta- an often prolonged series of retaliatory, vengeful, or hostile acts or exchange of such acts.