[A/N: i wrote this on the spur of the moment. You have been warned.]
I smiled. I hadn't smiled in ages, but then I hadn't had the little pink pills in ages. Someone had called the pills fairydust. The name had stuck with me, and the girl I got them from didn't care what I called them as long as I payed. She was a pretty girl, or so I told myself. I didn't really know anymore. The first time I saw her I could have sworn I recognized her, but my vision was so bad now I couldn't tell. I wondered if she had been part of the past. The horrid past that came back as soon as the fairydust wore off, with a flash of green light.
My head screamed. The fairydust was starting to ware out. I blinked. I was where I always seemed to end up, out the back of the village pub. Someone was leaning against the wall. In the hope they were a reminent of the fairydust I ignored him. He laughed. God. I recognized that laugh. Ronald Weasly. I looked up into a pair of cold grey eyes. "So this is what became of the famous Harry Potter," he spat.
I tried to hide in the shadows. I didn't want to remember. Ron had been my friend, for so long. Now he was just another death eater. All I could hope for was that he'd just kill me, and not decide to torture me first.
Ron laughed again, except this time it reminded me of Draco. Draco had some explaining to do. It was Draco's fault that Ron had changed sides. It was my fault Hermione had followed. I tried to forget Hermione, but it was like pushing away a dementor.
"Crucio" came the hardend voice and a pain I remembered all to well cursed my half-corpse. He released the spell much faster than I would have expected. "Didn't he want to hurt me?" I thought through the ache of limbs destroyed by drugs and crushed by magic. I looked up. "Do you want me to do that again?" he asked, almost nicely. I didn't care, but I wasn't going to play his game. "ANSWER me!" he screamed. I didn't even hear the incantation before I felt the effect. It was like the white pills, the ones that had made me puke.
Through the mist I heard two voices. One that sounded like my voice, years ago. The other was a voice I didn't want to recognize. It was playing out my past. When Ron had been on my side. When it looked like we could win. A third, louder voice came through the mist, "Just say 'no'" it called. My memory answered. "Ã