Part One
The death of another blood traitor.
"The dark lord has risen to power, taken over the ministry, and started hostage camps for mud bloods, he rules the world. Yet you tell me still that, that fool Dumbledore is the greatest wizard and not the wizard that currently rules the world. Did he not use the resurrection stone to resurrect Grindewald? Did he not kill Harry Potter so easily, like you and I would squash a bug? Did he not split his soul into seven Horcruxes and survive to tell the tale?" Said a rather angry Bellatrix Lestrange to sick and weak, blood traitor, Ronald Weasley.
"It took Voldemort several attempts to kill Harry," bellowed Ron.
"Crucio," yelled Bellatrix "glad to have my wand back by the way Weasley."
Ron couldn't gather the energy to say anything back. Bellatrix tightened her grip on her wand and Ron howled in pain. He was dying or about to die with no escape. His cheek hit the cold floor as he gave up. His eyes met Hermione's, the now, contorted and very much dead body. Bellatrix had killed the mudblood and made Ron watch it happen, then he was going to kill Ron slowly and painfully. Ron thought about his dead brother Fred. Ron should've listened to Harry, he should've carried on and forgot about avenging the death of his dead brother. Why had he not just listened to Harry, if he had, Harry would've lived. If he'd have just stopped the moment of stupidity when he killed the Death Eater that had killed his brother, the other death eater might not have put the Crucio curse on Harry. Harry wouldn't have been weakened when he would've face Voldemort and Harry could've killed him. Such was Ron's stupidity that he had risked the destiny of the world just to kill the man that killed his brother.
"If … you're … gonna .. kill me, just do it," Ron managed to gasp.
"You'll die on my terms, Weasley, not your own. How could I let a blood traitor die with dignity?" Asked Bellatrix more to herself than Ron.
"I will be glorified by the dark lord now, Weasley. I have killed, Sirius, Hermione and soon I'll have killed you," Bellatrix grinned with excitement.
"You killed Dobby too," Ron basically whispered.
Bellatrix tightened her grip on her wand again and Ron bellowed in pain a second time.
"Since when does the dark lord care about the death of house elves? House elves are dispensable," Said Bellatrix in a shrill high voice that sounded freakishly like Voldemort's.
Ron thought about the grave in Bill and Fleur's back garden. He thought of Percy, it had only been a matter of days since the two had befriended each other again.
"In fact, Weasley, the dark lord is thinking of putting house elves in the hostage camps as well. Then where will your dear friend Kreacher be, then where will that blood traitoring house elf be?" Asked Bellatrix.
Ron winced. Bellatrix tightened her grip even further.
"Goodbye, Weasley," muttered Bellatrix "Avada Kedavra."
The End