Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. We wish, but our wishes have all ran out.
A/N: This is a fanfic created by two people.
NOTE: Whenever "he" or "his" is italicized, then it means he is the main character, whom shall remain unknown for the moment.
Too Far Gone
He could smell the blood in the air, could almost taste it...
He was sure this was a trap, a trap to lure him in…
Yet hewould stick through with it, and surprise them all...
If there was only time...
He wanted—needed another plan, a different one, a plan that might actually work.
But there was no plan, no idea that could save himself…
No plan to save himself, or her...
The world was so so cruel, and his future had changed out of a moment of curiosity.
Everything had changed, and not for the better.
That was how she came in.
She wasn't supposed to come, yet she did. He had warned her, but no.
The door opened slowly and a figure rose from the darkness.
Voldemort?
He wished it was Voldemort; Voldemort was defeatable… But this man...
"Oy, Ron... what's up, buddy ol' pal?" he asked. "Just like old times, eh?" He forced a light tone into his voice, and tried to stop his voice from cracking.
"Cut that crap, you know what I want."
"Oh, really? Well in that case..."
Ron grinned.
It was unfamiliar to him; he didn't know this person anymore.
He had made a mistake and had lost everything. How could he have been so careless?
And now, well… "Ron, you can still stop-"
"Shut up!"
He looked at Ron, regret in his eyes, and hesitated. "Ron…" he began.
Then… a shadow filled the doorway, and someone new stepped in.
Another one of Ron's companions. Who had once been so dear to him.
Yet she had betrayed him.
Ron smiled and wrapped an arm around her. He looked away. Seeing her… old scars ripped open.
"Dear sister, would you like to see him suffer?" Ginny looked away. A silence pregnant with regret, bitter, and anger almost suffocated him, when one word broke it.
"Yes."
Ron advanced and raised his wand towards him. He met his eyes straight on, saying, "Would you really?"
Ron smiled again – a smile that made him shiver.
"Ron…" he whispered, voice hoarse. "You're not Our King anymore."
Ron stared at him for a long time, hand trembling, then lowered both his gaze and the wand.
"But Ron… you still have a chance," he said softly.
"A chance?" Ron scoffed, gripping his wand tightly.
"A chance to come back."
Ron's head suddenly snapped up. "You know I can't betray Him!"
"You betrayed us, didn't you? I bet you didn't even care, when Dumbledore, when he-" He stopped abruptly and laughed bitterly, his eyes were closed.
"That… that was different!" Ron said quietly.
"Different, huh?"
Ron looked away, swallowing.
"Different as in now you don't care anymore about the people you betrayed?
Of those that suffered in your hands, those people you cared most about?
And most of all, the girl that loved you back?"