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Please understand I wrote this in all of five minutes, trying to explain how a Drabble works to someone, so... don't judge too harshly please.
Echoes of Greatness
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His heartbeat skipped as they raced down the long corridor, a furtive glance over his heaving shoulders told him that the creature was not far behind.
The others shuddered as a deadly howl ripped through the still night air of the castle, echoing off the cold stone walls... His hands were bloodied as they beat against the rough wooden door, which remained steadfastly locked; Hermione too out of it to try her spells, clinging to the ashen Harry.
Hope dwindled as their footsteps pounded down the corridor, the spine-chilling howl following them down, caressing their quivering souls; in spite of it all, he mustered the courage to slam a shoulder against the thick old wood that stood between them, and safety…
He HEAVED with all his might, sweat breaking out in warm rivulets down flushed skin… the door gave but a little, the padding of frantic, scrabbling claws clacking over cobblestones echoed louder…louder… in the darkness of the castle night. His heart near gave out from the fear.
Breath would not come, hands trembled violently and skin paled to near translucent; so close to freedom… yet so far away… they had but to fight this one last obstacle…
Determination wrote itself across his features and he shoved harder; the creaking was subtle, but he cursed it as the door finally broke free... instantly attracting the one who followed.
A Whoosh of Dust flew outwards as he thrust Harry inside, the Chosen One half-dragging the pale and limp form of the profusely bleeding Hermione with him...
As the hot, fetid breath Gusted over his shoulders, he knew it was too late...
With one last glance at the horrified expression on Harry's face, and a lingering look to the half-aware gaze of Hermione that was focused on his face... the redhead slammed the door shut. Whirling about to face the monster as he made of himself a human shield as locking charms flew unconsciously from his wand, binding the door shut to all but the most skilful of teachers...
Luminescent red eyes met his own, the slavering jaws dripped a horrid yellow mess down the front of his shirt... and yet for some reason he was calm, almost sorrowful, for poor Professor Lupin could not possibly know what it is he was doing… As the beast drew closer, Ron gulped silently, just the once, then Steeled himself…
He was a Gryffindor, and this time... he was the hero here, he was going to save his friends, no matter what the cost...
No matter what the cost…
And so the life of Ron Weasley ended that night in a pool of his own blood, a smile fixed grimly to his lips... Last vestiges of his life slipping away as his name echoed from the anguished, terrified voices of the two people he cared about most; Harry and Hermione , trapped, safely...behind the door.
All they could do was Scream…
"RON!"
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The End
~SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire~