A Different Kind of Ron
"So Harry." Harry turned to face Ron. Ron didn't add anything to his message. He just stood looking at Harry wondering why Harry was staring at him.
"Uh, what?"
"What?"
"Why did you say 'so Harry?'"
Ron just stood staring at Harry. He knew he'd seen this person before standing in front of him, he just couldn't picture from where. "We've met, right. I mean, I know I know you from somewhere."
"Of course you do. Try the last seven years. Ring any bells for ya."
"Haha. No seriously, I think I might of met you once before. You know my name so we must of."
"Shut up Ron, your jokes are lame as hell."
"How do you know my name? I've never even met you before!" Ron was starting to get a little agitated which worried Harry. 'What was he playing at,' Harry thought.
"You're lame Ron, I get it. Let's go get some food. I'm pretty hungry."
"No, how do you know my name," when Ron finished speaking he pushed Harry back. If Harry didn't give Ron a sufficient answer he feared that Ron might actually try to advance on him.
"Fuck Ron. Enough is enough. What's wrong with you," Harry answered back as aggressively as he could in a desperate attempt to steer Ron away from fighting.
"Don't tell me to fuck off!" and as the last word roared from Ron's mouth he pushed Harry with enough force that Harry fell over backwards hard on his back. Harry was in a state of shock. Ron wasn't himself. He had never acted like this before.
"You going to tell me how you know my name or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" People were starting to gather in circle form around Harry and Ron. Most of them had seen Ron push Harry and were hoping for a fight. Harry never answered Ron. He tried to crawl backwards on his elbows in a dire attempt to flee. He was unsuccessful.
"Trying to get away from me, are you?" Ron said as he grabbed Harry's foot and turned it 180 degrees in one swift twist. Tears immediately flew from Harry's eyes as he swung his head back to cry out in pain. He was crying so hard and loud that the integrity of his voice box was placed in jeopardy in tenfold with each passing second. His body stiffened up and was close to passing out. He wished upon everything holy that he would die then bare anymore of this pain. Harry slowly passed out as Ron turned his foot slowly beyond 180 degrees. Harry's screams could be heard for miles and echoed for minutes.