Hello.
My name's Ronald Bilius Weasley.
And I'm a serial killer.
Yes. Serial killer.
I've killed a lot of people.
Some magical. Some muggle. It doesn't matter to me.
I didn't kill because I was a death eater. It was because killing feels good. It does. Have you tried?
I doubt it.
People have these things called "morals" – whatever they are – which say you cannot kill.
But why not?
I did.
My first kill was Hermione Jean Granger aged 17.
I didn't mean to kill her.
I just lost it.
Lost it.
But then, I didn't regret it. When I should have. That's what people say. That you should regret it. But why should I?
It was her fault. She just would not shut up. Just wouldn't.
So I shut her up.
It was over so quickly.
There was blood.
I clean it.
I moved her.
She was found.
I pretend to be upset.
They believed.
I killed again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
I just couldn't stop.
Harry James Potter was the last.
The last one. So far.
I think I enjoyed his the most. I don't know why. I just did.
I was in his shadow all the time. Ignored. And I don't like being ignored. No one does.
Then I had to run.
I was seen. Stupidly.
I don't regret it. Just getting caught.
I ran.
I hid.
I ran and hid.
Run.
Hide.
Run.
Hide.
Run.
Hide.
It was like a game. I ran. They chased. I found it fun. Exciting.
Then I got caught.
That's the sad part.
They declared me insane. But I'm not insane. I just think differently. There's nothing wrong with that.
I got life. I live in Azkaban's mental prison.
It's cold.
There are mental people here. They're not like me.
I'm smart. I killed more than they know. I'm good at my Job.
Death eater after death eater. They're all here. Most aren't mental.
Just pretending.
And they're breaking out.
And I'm going with them.
So that I can play that game again.
Kill.
Run.
Hide.
Kill.
Run.
Hide.
Kill.
Run.
Hide.
Kill.
Run.
Hide.
It's fun. You should try it.
Actually don't.
There would be less for me. And I want more.
The more you kill. The more you want.
It's addictive.
I'll always be there. In the shadows.
Watching.
Waiting.
For the next one. The next victim.
I see my face everywhere.
But I never look the same.
It's more fun that way.
I like to kill in a pattern.
Hermione didn't belong to the pattern. But the ones after did.
A for Annabel Smith.
B for Billy Jones. And Bella Beech.
C for Charlotte Hock. And Claire Downs. And Catherine Jacobs.
D for Draco Malfoy. And Daniel White. And Derek Parks.
E for Ella Young. And Ellen Black.
F for Fred Weasley. And for Freda Parkinson.
G for George Weasley. And Ginny Weasley.
H for Harry Potter.
I haven't got any further. I is next.
But they are only the ones they found.
There is many more.
Many.
And there is many more to come.
Many.
You just watch. You just see.
It might be you.
What's your name?
Has your letter past?
Are you lucky?
I'm Ronald Bilius Weasley.
And I'm a serial killer.
Goodbye.
Wooo. My 40th story. So close to 50!
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