A strange amulet that glowed red with power, a dying world, and a lost
soul.
Rating will change.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
It has been five years since the downfall of the wizardding world. Voldemort is supreme, and Harry Potter is dead. Now the fate of both the muggle and wizard worlds lies solely on the last of the Order, Ronald Weasley. He is in possession of a strange amulet, given to him by Albus Dumbledore before his death, which has the power to help him save those he loves. To do this, he must return to a time he dreads. He must return to the Moment of Death, to the final battle.
Once Upon a Time Again
The old house was quite. The only sound was the soft creak as the chair rocked. Its occupant was a staring towards the ceiling; a slight noise caused him to sit straight in the chair.
"Uncle Ron?"
A small boy stood at the door of the sitting room.
"Ramey? What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep."
The little boy walked over to Ron, and climbed into his lap.
"Uncle Ron, can I sleep out here tonight? I had a bad dream."
"About what Ramey?"
"Him. I dreamt he found us."
"You know he won't find us, Ramey. And if he does, you'll be safe. It's me he's after."
Ramey reached up, and touched the small, red stone that hung around Ron's neck. Two swirling shade of red were contained in the perfectly spherical stone. While tarnished silver, molded in the shape of a dragon's claws, grasped the stone.
"Uncle Ron?" Ron looked down at the little boy, slowly falling to sleep. "What were my parents like?"
"They were good people. I miss them. They wouldn't care about the cost, they would still be fighting against him if they lived."
Ron listened as Ramey's breathing slowed. The steady rhythm of the little boys breathing slowly put Ron to sleep, for the first time in over a week.
~*~*~*~*~*
A dark figure slowly crept up the walk to the old, tumbling house. Wand outstretched, ready for anything. A thin hand reached out to push open the door, with a slight creak it opened to reveal the man and boy sleeping in the chair. A smile spread across the figures face, and he stretched out his wand a muttered a spell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ronald Weasley slowly woke up from the deep sleep. Suddenly his eyes flew open. This wasn't where he had been last night! What had happened? He fell back into bed with a groan. He had fallen asleep, that was what had happened. His first time watching the house alone and he had messed up. He stood and began to dress in the worn robes, his last pair. The amulet hung around his neck, still. It could not be removed without his permission.
He sighed, and walked out of the room, straight into the kitchen. And there at the table, talking with Ramey, was the only member of the Order remaining, Severus Snape.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
It has been five years since the downfall of the wizardding world. Voldemort is supreme, and Harry Potter is dead. Now the fate of both the muggle and wizard worlds lies solely on the last of the Order, Ronald Weasley. He is in possession of a strange amulet, given to him by Albus Dumbledore before his death, which has the power to help him save those he loves. To do this, he must return to a time he dreads. He must return to the Moment of Death, to the final battle.
Once Upon a Time Again
The old house was quite. The only sound was the soft creak as the chair rocked. Its occupant was a staring towards the ceiling; a slight noise caused him to sit straight in the chair.
"Uncle Ron?"
A small boy stood at the door of the sitting room.
"Ramey? What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep."
The little boy walked over to Ron, and climbed into his lap.
"Uncle Ron, can I sleep out here tonight? I had a bad dream."
"About what Ramey?"
"Him. I dreamt he found us."
"You know he won't find us, Ramey. And if he does, you'll be safe. It's me he's after."
Ramey reached up, and touched the small, red stone that hung around Ron's neck. Two swirling shade of red were contained in the perfectly spherical stone. While tarnished silver, molded in the shape of a dragon's claws, grasped the stone.
"Uncle Ron?" Ron looked down at the little boy, slowly falling to sleep. "What were my parents like?"
"They were good people. I miss them. They wouldn't care about the cost, they would still be fighting against him if they lived."
Ron listened as Ramey's breathing slowed. The steady rhythm of the little boys breathing slowly put Ron to sleep, for the first time in over a week.
~*~*~*~*~*
A dark figure slowly crept up the walk to the old, tumbling house. Wand outstretched, ready for anything. A thin hand reached out to push open the door, with a slight creak it opened to reveal the man and boy sleeping in the chair. A smile spread across the figures face, and he stretched out his wand a muttered a spell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ronald Weasley slowly woke up from the deep sleep. Suddenly his eyes flew open. This wasn't where he had been last night! What had happened? He fell back into bed with a groan. He had fallen asleep, that was what had happened. His first time watching the house alone and he had messed up. He stood and began to dress in the worn robes, his last pair. The amulet hung around his neck, still. It could not be removed without his permission.
He sighed, and walked out of the room, straight into the kitchen. And there at the table, talking with Ramey, was the only member of the Order remaining, Severus Snape.