Hello fanfiction readers! Another new fanfiction! Yay! I've been feeling a little…. Morbid and evil. *grins mischievously* Hope you enjoy! I think I'll keep on updating this one. I like it more than the others. I know, it's bad to have a favorite writing, but I'm a rebel, man. I'll try to update once a week! R&R PLEASE!
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"I told you already; I've been with them as long as I can remember. I'm not changing teams just because they've….. Hit a rough patch." Ron told George, crossing his arms. George shook his head and turned to look at Fred, his carbon copy.
"Fred, our ickle Ronniekins needs to put his priorities straight and go for the team who will actually win a quidditch match." He said, a smile etched onto his face. Fred nodded.
"Indeed he does, George." Fred answered around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. Ron glared at them both.
"Ah, sod off." He mumbled, defeated. This earned chuckles all around the dinner table.
"Honestly, can you talk about anything other than quidditch?" Hermione asked Ron, still laughing. Ron was about to answer, but Harry interrupted before he had the chance.
"Of course he can't! Haven't you paid attention to him for the past seven years?" Harry said, smirking, causing another round of laughter.
"Ah, c'mon, let Ron be." Charlie told them all from the end of the table, trying to hide his amusement.
"Thank you, Charlie." Ron said before shoveling some green beans into his mouth. Hermione rolled his eyes at his manners and took a sip of her pumpkin juice.
It was dinnertime in the Weasley house, which was always an eventful time. Hermione and Harry came to stay at the Burrow for the last couple of days of their Christmas break before returning to Hogwarts for the rest of their seventh year. It was after the war had ended and the trio had returned for their missed seventh year after Harry had defeated Voldemort. Harry and Ron were aiming for the career of an Auror, Hermione for a worker in the Ministry. Harry and Ron could have started their career without their last year of Hogwarts, but they declined the offer from the head of the Aurors. They both wanted to spend their last year at Hogwarts without having the pressure of saving the Wizarding World on their shoulders. And Hermione had nagged at them for weeks that they needed to finish their education. Hermione could be scary when she put her mind to something.
Right as Arthur was about to tell them about a new muggle invention he had stumbled upon, there was a loud bang! from outside. All the wizards and witches had whipped their wands up, Ron and Harry had pushed their chairs back and were standing.
"Oh, Weasels!" The unmistakably shrill voice of Bellatrix Lesrange shrieked. Hermione paled; remembering her time with her in Malfoy Manor. Ron and Harry looked at each other in a silent agreement. They silently bolted to the front door, zapping it open. Right where the door was, Bellatrix was standing, one hand on her hip and the other holding her wand.
"Oh, what a surprise! We aim for the Weasels, and we get Potter too!" She snarled, pointing her wand at both of them.
"How did you get out of Azkaban, Death Eater?" Ron hissed, saying what everyone was thinking. Bellatrix gave a cruel smile.
"Details, details. We can get back to that later. Now, let's just do what we came here to do." She sneered and stepped back. Suddenly, the small dinning room was filled with Death Eaters. Curses and hexes were flying everywhere. Harry had managed to stun two of them before Ron could blink, and Hermione was holding her own next to him. Ron yelled at his parents to apparate outside of Hogwarts to get Dumbledore, and they reluctantly went, knowing they wouldn't be much help any other way. Ron looked over the room, counting at least twenty Death Eaters. He stunned one trying to hit Ginny with a curse from behind. Ron saw a glimpse of black curls running out of the door, followed by a flash of a bushy brown pony tail. Ron sprinted after Hermione, not letting her be alone with Bellatrix. The chase didn't last long, for Hermione started flinging curses and forcing the older woman to turn around and fight back.
"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled, but the Death Eater easily blocked it. Ron took this as a sign to step in. Ron threw his own curse at the woman, but it was also blocked. Ron could hear the sounds of fighting slowly die out from inside the Burrow, and from the look on her face, so could Bellatrix.
"You should just give up. You know you've lost. You know it. Just give up, and maybe we won't kill you." Ron growled. Bellatrix just laughed. The fighting did stop, Ron realized, when he heard shouts and people running out of the Burrow. Bellatrix waved her wand but she didn't say a word. Ron cursed under his breath, wishing he'd de-armed her when he had the chance. He moved in front of Hermione, shielding her with his body. Ron never lowered his wand, and he never broke eye contact with the Death Eater either. Ron saw out of the corner of his eye that Harry and everyone else were running towards them, but before they could reach them, his family ran into an invisible wall. Harry was the only one to actually run into it, being as he was a faster runner than any of the others. Harry was almost comical when he fell flat on his back, but he was back on his feet before Ron could blink. Harry put his hand on the invisible wall, trying to figure out how to break it down. Fred and George didn't wait that long before they started punching the wall, not even producing a dent.
"I don't think I have to give up just yet, you filthy blood traitor! You're almost as bad as the dirt you're dating. I can't believe a pure blood would even touch that mudblood! It's revolting! And I have decided I need to teach you a lesson, since you haven't been able to see how she really is." Bellatrix sneered, smiling after she finished talking. Ron did not like the idea of facing Bellatrix, but if it meant keeping Hermione and his family safe, Ron would do anything.
"Stupefy!" Ron yelled, trying to disarm her once again. She blocked it, and Ron swore under his breath. He felt Hermione's tiny and on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
"Ron..." Hermione said. Ron turned his head to see what she wanted, but she never got to tell him before he was it with the cruciatus curse. Ron fell to his knees, dug his fingers into the grass a screamed. His body was filled with an unimaginable pain, a pain he's never felt before. Ron tried to say something, but the words we lost in his screams. The ginger faintly heard his family yelling profanities at Bellatrix, but they sounded as if they were a great distance away. Ron tried to fight the curse but failed miserably, and instead of rising off his knees he fell even further and got a mouthful of dirt and weeds.
It seemed like hours, but was probably not even a minute, the curse was released. Ron was left panting on the ground, his face covered in tears. Hermione dropped to her knees and moved Ron's head to make him look at her. She brushed some of Ron's bright orange hair away from his eyes and looked him over to see if he was okay. Ron pushed away from her, finding strength to stand up and face Bellatrix again. He found and picked his wand up and pointed it at Bellatrix's heart again, which only made her laugh.
"You really think you can beat me, traitor? I'll kill you before you can even find a way to disarm me, which gives me all the time I need." The woman growled at Ron. Hermione got up on shaky legs and stood beside Ron, raising her wand as well. Bellatrix smiled.
"Stupefy! Stupefy!" Bellatrix screamed, hitting Ron and Hermione with the curses. Ron couldn't move, and he could barely breathe. Ron always thought that when you were stunned that you couldn't see anything, but he was wrong. He could clearly see his family behind the invisible bubble they were in. He could see Ginny crying, leaning on Charlie for support. He could see Harry franticly searching for a way to break the invisible barrier, but Ron knew he wouldn't be able to. At least not in time. He could see George and Fred screaming at Bellatrix, their faces red and identical veins throbbing on their foreheads. Ron could see all these things, but he couldn't hear them. Ron watched as Bellatrix stalked forward and grasp his and Hermione's arm. He watched as a smile formed on the Death Eaters face as he felt the familiar tug in his navel of apparating. The ginger stole on last look at his family before he dissaperated away, leaving his family behind.